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Old gays aren't repressed, some are just stuck in survival mode. Discretion was necessary to avoid the consequences of a hostile society.

Imagine a repressed Nikolai who doesn't show affection in public. Who maintains a distance between himself and John because his mind is still in the late eighties, the nineties, when men like him were dying alone of a seemingly untreatable disease, rotting in prisons, getting beaten to death, their bodies thrown into rivers.

He still walks in circles where his sexuality would be a problem. He spends so much time in countries where his love would be a crime worthy of the death penalty. So, it takes him a while to adjust. A few years of John respecting his boundaries, his needs, before Nik finally takes his first shakey step towards liberating his mind from the past.

Perhaps it's corny, but it'll happen in June. They'll be heading home on the tube. They were celebrating their third anniversary at a fancy restaurant; nice wine, a good meal. Nik realised as he listened to one of John's squaddie stories that he would spend the rest of his life with one brilliant Englishman and his scruffy facial hair. But how did you communicate such a thing?

They pass a loud group of young queer kids in the ticket hall; early twenties, draped in flags and face paint. They're so happy and Nik watches them take photos, hug each other, sing Madonna in off key fits and starts, as one tries to interpret the tube map. Another pulls him away and they kiss. Nik sees it; the love in the way they hold hands, the passion of the kiss. It's so easy for them. So free.

He doesn't realise he's staring until two of the women raise their eyebrows at him. He looks away quickly and jogs a little to catch up with John, walking at his side as he glances down at his hand. Maybe... An indulgence. Perhaps it was fine. Safe. For now. Today, in London, with rainbows on Oxford Street and a train painted with the progress flag rolling into the station. The fight is not over, but enough battles have been won that there are peaceful moments to love openly and without fear.

Moments like this.

Nik reaches out and takes John's hand, little finger hooking first, and then the rest, winding through his. John squeezes back and Nik's heart skips. He studies their hands clasped together - rough, big, a little broken and crooked - and then glances up at the side of John's face. He's smiling. His hair is longer, fluffy and unkempt, framing the crinkled corners of his blue eyes. He's beautiful. John Price. So beautiful.

Nik pulls him close and kisses him, free hand cupping the back of his head, and John rests a hand on Nik's chest. Nik breathes heavily through his nose, heart pounding, a familiar fear threatening to bubble over. John steadies him, slowing and gentling the kiss, his hand sweeping down to Nik's waist to guide him closer.

It's only as they draw apart, cheeks flushed, that Nik realises the group he'd been staring at were whooping, clapping and cheering. Nik clears his throat, and John looks bashful. Nik gazes up at the tatty bunting clinging to the roof of the ticket hall. Some might criticise it. Sneer at it and call it rainbow capitalism. Overdone, too much, forced and fake. But for men like Nik, it's the reassurance he needs that he can love without fear. Even just for a moment.

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Cowboy Price time!!

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Price disappearing off the grid after killing Shepherd, the 1-4-1 dispersed with no captain to run it. Laswell tried to track him down for a while after she helped him, but when she repeatedly ended up empty handed she could only hope her friend was alive.

Price showing up at Nik's cabin one night, looking for all intents and purposes like a ghost, eyes sunken and dull, more corpse than man. And Nik only being able to grab and hold him, breathing in his scent and releasing a shuddered breath against John's head where it rests against his shoulders. John not being able to say anything and instead just stands there, with his arms tucked limp between their bodies.

Nik messaging Laswell when he's finally gotten John asleep in bed after long moments of trying to reassure him that he was safe, just a quick "I have him" and Laswell immediately knows what he means.

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i hate my job send help. want to think about silly things for a living instead

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*a old video starts playing, camera focusing on a young Lieutenant Price*

Lieutenant Price: *ranting over a past mission he was pulled from, hair a mess with the start of a beard, eyes bloodshot from not sleeping for three days*

Lieutenant Price: -why pull us then? We were THERE- What is command hiding? Huh?? Why pull us??? Gunfire? Suspicious activity? Several heavily armed men spotted in the area!? THERE WAS CAUSE FOR INVESTIGATION-

*camera shifts before panning over to a young Nik*

Young!Nik: *staring at Lieutenant Price with concern, dark circles under his eyes as he disassociates*

Young!Laswell, from behind the camera: Is the dick worth it?

Young!Nik: *looks to the camera with a tired look before he nods solemnly, Lieutenant Price still ranting in the background*

Young!Laswell: *laughs*

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Okayyyy A/B/O Nikghostprice. Inspired by a post of ideas @s0fter-sin they also let me yap while writing :3

2,700 words.

Content warnings : sex (mild amounts) , extreme self depreciation because Simon is silly, mentions of roba alluding to SA,

Simon knew he got in the way, that was his whole life summarised.

He was only ever kept around because he was useful for something for the other, to the point they could put up with him slightly.

Or they were too nice to kick him away, and were entertaining him much like a stray dog. The second was obviously the current situation he was in.

He had somehow crash landed his way into the middle of Nikolai and Price's sex life, and both were too nice to outwardly kick him out.

And Simon, selfish Simon, didn't leave. He knew they didn't actually want him, but he couldn't say no when they offered.

He knew he was causing issues and should call it off, but he just couldn't. It was so so selfish. But that's all Simon was, selfish and unwanted.

The two had given him the slightest hint of affection and he'd clung to it like a pathetic wet pup.

He hadn't even been hauled in giving them some kind of fun of sex.

No.He had been on a mission and been dumb. He wasn't paying attention, he was distracted and it got soap hurt.

One of the pack got hurt because of his incompetence, and now he couldn't handle it. Rather than looking after Soap and dealing with all the paperwork like a good responsible alpha.

He shut down. Like a pathetic toddler throwing a tantrum, he just shut down. He wasn't even the one hurt for fucks sake. Yet he was being pathetic.

Price obviously couldn't stand the level of pathetic one member of his team was being.

Should anyone have seen Ghost they'd have got a bad impression of the whole team. Price had roughly grabbed the back of Ghosts neck, scruffing him till his knees went weak and then dragged him back to Price and Niks shared room, pushing him into the bed.

Wait, not a bed, nest.

Simon had never been in a nest, it was so comfortable and soft, and the only scent he could smell was safe and calm.

His eyes had fluttered closed quickly. A mix of the stress and the sudden relaxation from the nest and scent. It was so warm and comfortable.

Simon had felt even worse because Price had stayed up the whole time, clearly worried that should Simon wake he'd do something dumb or steal or something.

Then when Simon woke it had taken him a second to get his brain working the nest so comfortable, before he remembered Nik was coming home today. Simon could only imagine how fucking pissed the alpha would be if he came home to find Simon, another alpha in his and price's nest.

He had scrambled out before price could even shoo him out. Better to leave before he was forced to. The amount of time they would tolerate him was limited, he needed to make it last.

Simon wasn't even too sure how he'd tumbled into their sex life. He silently mused lying on the now cum covered bed, Price licking the remains of Niks cum from the Russians hips.

He just somehow ended up in it, but he wished selfishly, he wished so badly those bites on his neck would inch just a little closer to his scent gland.

He loved their scent intermixing with his, he just wished they didn't make him wash it off right after. He wished he could bottle the scent of his and theirs mixed and smell it whenever he was stressed.

But that was selfish.

He had so much already, he couldn't push for more. They had picked him up, like a sad wet pup, and out of some form of pity or feeling of obligation, entertained him.

And now, like usual he felt those warm, soft but rough hands, urging him up, to go wash off the scent. It always hurts slightly, they made him wash off the scent everytime.

But he knew he was being silly. They were a bonded pair, he didn't deserve to keep their scent on him. He stepped under the shower letting the warm water soothe his aching muscles slightly.

The showers would be nice, if he wasn't washing off their scent. Apparently he was taking too long to wash up, because Niks rough hands began lathering him with body wash and washing him up.

Nik was clearly eager to get Simon out so he could go back to cuddling with his mate. Nik quickly washed Simons body before putting a towel round him.

Simon can take a hint, he wasn't about to overstay his welcome he grabbed his clothes putting them on, and hurrying out of there before he could actually be asked to leave.

As he left he heard Niks sigh of relief, clearly glad the other Alpha was leaving. It hurt a little, but Simon had no right to be hurt, he was intruding and they were so kindly entertaining his neediness.

That night, like many others he slept curled up in his bed, cuddling a pillow as if it would replace the touch he craved.

Meanwhile John sighs, laying on Niks chest, happily burying his face in that lovely hair and alpha scent. “Wish he'd stay longer sometimes, wanna cuddle."

The man below him hummed “Yes, but we must wait until he is comfortable, no?”

John rolled his eyes with a grumble. He knew this, he had told Nik this many times. It didn't mean he wouldn't be annoyed at not being able to cuddle Simon.

His scent blended so well with both of theirs, he fit in so perfectly and Johns inner omega purred with happiness the first time he had gotten Simon curled up safe and asleep in the nest.

But nonetheless, they had to wait until Simon was comfortable. They had been biting near the scent gland in offering, but he hadn't accepted. And that was fine.

Although it didn't stop John from burying his face in Niks luscious locks and groaning “Yeah yeah, I know darling but like…. Ugh. I know he has issues with stuff, so we are going at his pace. But it's obvious he doesn't sleep well. I just wanna pull him into the nest, and get him sleeping and happy.”

Nik nodded solemnly, running hands down his omegas back “Da. I know.”

Both of them had been thinking Simon was hot for years, but it wasn't until after a mission when Soap had got injured slightly, and the alpha froze up, they realised how well Simon fit in.

John had tried to snap Simon out of it, but he was too deep in his head, so he had to resort to doing what any good pack leading omega would do. He gently scruffed the other. Just enough to make him malleable before hauling him into Nik and his nest, burying him in the strongest scents of pack and calm till he fell prey to sleep.

John had stayed up to make sure Simon was sleeping safe and sound with no issues.

In fact he happily stayed up, watching the other man's pretty face. Purring and grooming him, making sure his hair was untangled, and he was safe. Simon sleeping so happily had John's inner omega purring with pride and happiness.

When the man had woke he left quickly, but John hadn't blamed him, sometimes you just need your own space, especially after something like a hard mission, but atleast he'd slept.

Nik had come home, and was overjoyed that Simon had been there, his scent blended so well, and Nikolai was so happy to hear how well he had rested, grooming and praising John for getting him to sleep.

He was much like a pup to them.

They loved him dearly and wanted him as comfortable and safe as possible.

Simon groaned, curling up on his bed against the wall, it had been a long mission. For everyone involved, Price was exhausted, Soap was in med for minor injuries, and Simon was dead on his feet.

He found his dumb brain wishing for the warmth and comfort of the nest with Nik and price. It was dumb, he somehow got himself so used to the nest.

It was so selfish to even want that, Nik and Price were probably just trying to relax and decompress. He curled up tighter, absently smelling the remaining scent of price still on his gear.

It was comforting. The omega smelled like cinnamon and something distinctly safe and warm. Niks scent really wasn't on anything of his, unfortunately.

But god Nik smelt heavenly, a mix of Oil and earth. It was strong but grounding, it wasn't an overwhelming musk like some alphas.

He could almost smell Niks scent with how much he was thinking about it. Actually, hang on.

No, he could smell Niks scent!? Why was Nik coming here? Had Simon screwed up? Was Nik coming to tell him it was all over?

He flinched as he heard the knuckles wrap against his door. This was it, they were tired after that mission, they didn't have it in then to humour him any more, still he called out a come in, watching as the door creaked open.

The alpha walked in, his scent filling the room, still slightly relaxing Simon despite everything.

At least he didn't smell angry, so it wouldn't be an aggressive cut off. Nik walked over to the bed, sitting next to Simon. “John is very stressed, come to nest, da?”

Simon nodded slowly. Price wanted to be there when breaking it off, but didn't even want to leave the nest to do it. That stung a little more then it should.

He'd be being told about how he couldn't be a part of this anymore while the comfy warm nest he has selfishly grown accustomed to was right there.

Still he followed Nik silently, internally wincing at Niks hand on his back. He knew this was it, it was over. And still Nik was being fucking gentle! Why couldn't Nik have just ended it there in Simon's room, rather then walk him to the nest, with one of those great big warm hands on his back, gently rubbing it.

He took a deep breath as the door opened, smelling the cinnamony scent hitting his nose. It still somehow relaxed him, despite knowing what would happen, he loved that scent.

No one spoke for a minute. It was silent. It was shitty, Simon just wanted this over with.

Then Price reached out from the nest, grabbing Simons wrist and suddenly pulling him in. Simon barely got a chance to work out what happened before Price was snuggled up against him nuzzling his neck, hands running I've the alphas body.

Simon blinked, frozen and thoroughly confused “Uhh”

.Nik sat in the nest too, running a hand through Simons hair “Let him be. He was concerned about if you are injured.”

Simon was still thoroughly baffled but let price scent and groom him. This didn't seem as if he was being kicked out, much the opposite. Prices purrs were vibrating through the room loudly as he grooms Simons hair, scent smelling distinctly relieved.

The touches slowly turned from gentle relieved to hot kisses, burning with intensity, and hands grasping his belt.

Simon didn't fight it, but glanced at Nik trying to discern what the dynamic was today, but Nik just sat back, cock already out, resting heavy and hard in his hand.

Seemingly just watching today.

Price was clearly desperate, kissing roughly, while tugging Simons pants down, with soft panting moans.

Simon let himself sit back as Price eagerly lapped at his cock, already preparing himself with sweet little whiny moans.

Nikolai absently threaded a hand through Simons hair as he sat back, stroking his cock, while watch his omega settle on Simons cock, already riding the other. The soft sweet little moans, and the sweet cinnamon scent of Price was filling room as he fucked himself dumb on Simon rock hard cock.

It barely took anytime before Simon and the others were cuming. He knew he had to get up, he had to leave, before they decided they were done and booted him, but he was so so sleepy.

Exhausted from the mission and now this, everything hurt and it was so warm here. Surely he could just rest his eyes for a minute.

His eyes fluttered closed, feeling so warm and safe.

Simon drifted in and out of sleep, until he suddenly woke properly around an hour later.

Shit. Shit shit.

They were gonna be so pissed. He tried to sit up, but was stopped by a warm weight on his chest. He blinked, looking down to find the shape of Price, resting curled up, head and torso against the alphas chest.

Price was…. Asleep on him? That didn't seem like he had to leave. He glanced around seeing Nik still awake behind him.

He also vaguely registered he was clean.

Niks hand came back into his hair, stroking it back “Lay back down, da?”

Simon let himself be pushed back down, thoroughly confused. “But… uh.. don't… don't you want me going”

The Russian blinked at him, taking his chin in one of those big warm hands and tilting it up to make eye contact. “Why would we want that?”

Simon paused… “Cause you'd want to be…. With ..your…. Mate.. Not having me in the way?”

Nik gently bapped his head. “You are basically second mate. Shut up.”

Simon's brain stopped. What did Nik mean, he was basically a second mate? He just got in the way, they always made him wash the scent off.

“But… but… you…”

Nik cut him off with a gentle kiss “We what? You are second mate”

Simon felt like his brains was melting out his ears. He sat up, ignoring the groan/whine from Price as he rolled off Simons chest. “But…. You… you make me wash off your scent everytime?!”

Nik blinked incredulously at him “Is aftercare! To wash off cum and sweat. You want scent? Then stay and cuddle, da?”

Simon stammered shutting and opening his mouth several times “But….but..I… why… Why would you want me to have your scent?? I… I mean I'm not even marked by either of you.”

Nik was now looking at him like he was dumb, and Simon felt a flush spread over his face.

“You are not marked… because you have not accepted our offers and courting. We would not mark you without consent?”

“Offers??? COURTING?? What fucking offers!?” Simon practically squeaks.

Nik face palmed. Hard.

“A mark left near a scent gland is an offer, of marking. This is basic knowledge, da? Where did you get your sex Ed?"

Simon froze. “I… well …. I kinda …uhm… didn'? My father..” the word father was laced with thinly veiled disdain “Didn'... Really believe in that…. And then… uh… Roba.. happened…”

Simon takes a shakey breath voice quietening “And… well I wasn't really.. planning on uh … being with anyone… ever.. again… but now I'm with you.”

Nik stared at him, face softening. “I .. Simon. Do you know what consent is?”

Did he-? Of course he fucking did. “Yes! I'm not a fucking idiot Nik!”

The Russian patted his shoulder. “John and I have been trying to court you for months. We want you as part of our relationship, permanently. You do not have to leave, da? It is your nest too. We want to mark you, and have your scent.”

And… oh. They… they wanted him?Simon half expected Nik to yell sike, but he didn't, he continued to look at him with that soft, sincere expression

. Someone actually wanted him? He.. he was allowed in the nest? The warm safe nest? They actively wanted him to stay and not leave.

“I… I… you… you want me?” He felt tears welling in his eyes, and he knew he sounded like a pathetic pup.

The Russian pulled him close, nuzzling his neck, and rubbing his cheeks along Simons cheeks.

The Englishman froze. He really wasn't sure what was going on.

Nik stared at him

“I… scenting Simon. You know what?”

Simon squeaked slightly as he felt himself be tugged forward onto Niks chest, big warm arms wrapping around him.

He was still confused and overwhelmed, but god it was hard to be sad with his face pressed in those hairy tits.

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*a old video starts playing, camera focusing on a young Lieutenant Price*

Lieutenant Price: *ranting over a past mission he was pulled from, hair a mess with the start of a beard, eyes bloodshot from not sleeping for three days*

Lieutenant Price: -why pull us then? We were THERE- What is command hiding? Huh?? Why pull us??? Gunfire? Suspicious activity? Several heavily armed men spotted in the area!? THERE WAS CAUSE FOR INVESTIGATION-

*camera shifts before panning over to a young Nik*

Young!Nik: *staring at Lieutenant Price with concern, dark circles under his eyes as he disassociates*

Young!Laswell, from behind the camera: Is the dick worth it?

Young!Nik: *looks to the camera with a tired look before he nods solemnly, Lieutenant Price still ranting in the background*

Young!Laswell: *laughs*

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For the rest of our time.

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I lurv them, I would give them both 5 big booms (kisses)

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Bro i saw something about PriceNik + their pool boy Gaz, and now my mind is spiraling for this trio.

So have some spoopy season pirate!Au.

Price and Nik were both very well known pirates across the many seas, as their crew slowly grew into the big strong 141 that they were, New additions kept getting more interesting.

First there was Ghost, a strong and silent man, masked from head to toe but to say he was a good addition would be an understatement. Then there was Soap. An excellent addition due to his humour and energy, but also how experienced he was when cleaning. He was strong too.

Gaz had been with Price and Nikolai from the start practically. Maybe not on the crew but he’d hang around them when they were in town, since he worked for the food market he gave them sweet deals for their travels. In return, he recieved gifts from the sea.

Starfish, shells, rocks, all of it. Some he kept on his necklace, others at home, but he always showed gratitude.

When Gaz joined the ship shortly after Soap, Nik and Price couldn’t have been happier. Not only was Gaz a perfect addition with his charm and kindness, but he was also directly connected to their sources on the mainland. And of course, Nik and Price liked him. A lot.

They had been out to sea for about a week at this point, the sun just rising as the ship continued it’s sail on the gentle ocean, the sun beaming across the wooden deck. It was early.

Gaz was sitting at the side of the ship, looking our over the ocean, watching as the seagulls flew over the ship, and the glimpse of fins shone underneath the surface of the deep ocean.

He was unsure of where they were exactly, but he did know they’d just sailed away from an island they stayed at during the night. Gaz had seen a lot of the island while he took a walk with Nik, looking at the palm trees, even earning a few coconuts, he’d found some shells too, only more to add to his collection.

the dock creaked under pressure, most normally under footsteps, but of course the water helped make the sounds louder too.

“Kyle” The russian man spoke, catching Gaz’s attention to face the slightly older and taller man, immediately trying to scurry to his feet before getting stopped.

“It’s alright. I was wondering if i could sit with you” Nik spoke calmly, a soft smile on his lips. He took Gaz’s silence as a yes and slowly sat down next to him with a deep sigh, looking over the ocean, the sea sparkling under the suns bright beams.

Gaz was looking over the beautiful scenery now too, and Nik’s attention shifted, his eyes glued to the way the sun warmed his dark skin, how his dark eyes adjusted to the sun. He almost looked..Bright.

Not in the sense of being lighter, but in a way of Nik being able to imagine looking at him for as long as he breathed. Sure he was practically married to Price, maybe not legally but as close as it got, but Price shared the same views, they’d talk about the man plenty of times throughout the day.

It’s only natural when he looks like he does.

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Cop: What are you names?

Johnny: Don't tell them, Y/n.

Cop, writing: Y/n...

Y/n: Bloody good job, Johnny!

Cop, writing: Johnny...

Simon:

Simon: Simon.

Cop, writing: Simon...

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Anyways rambling into a void here cause I don't think anyone cares enough atp.

Nikolai. For all his years of living, is a straight forward man. He doesn't like mind games, does communication. He's probably the guy who texts a 👍🏻 to everyone he knows, and he doesn't care that it pisses Laswell and negotiators off.

He will text an 'ok' to John, about dinner reservations. And then half an hour later, pops by in John's office and stays there talking about restaurants they can go to. John asks why he couldn't text him, Nik replies by giving him head.

Simon texts him for food? He'll leave him on read, and then come back in 5 hours with fresh bread from Paris. Johnny had already resorted to cannibalism.

Gaz texts him about something? He'll be an asshole and reply with a 🚁, just for the fun of it. Gaz is not amused.

Johnny texts him for advice. Nikolai replies with John's phone number.

But the worst of all, Laswell. It started as a petty joke, Laswell will send a file over to be reviewed, and Nikolai will send a 👍🏻. Laswell, understandably, sends him a middle finger.

Their chat logs are entirely full of fuck yous and middle fingers now. With a sprinkle of work professionalism in between.

So yea, that man's an asshole. And old. He'll much rather wait 2 weeks before apologising to John in person before even texting him an apology.

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Catalina Vargas gave birth to five children. Four daughters and one son, Alejandro.

Should anyone ask, she has four daughters and two sons.

Three of her daughters are married, she routinely mixes up their husband's names. She has grandchildren and spends her days batting little hands away from her freshly baked cookies.

She pretends to believe the excuse that her unmarried daughter has been living with another woman for 13 years because they're best friends. Said best friend is welcomed to every family dinner but stays away out of fear much to her displeasure.

Her sons, she sees left often. Alejandro walks into their house without knocking and wraps his arms around her, breathing in the scent of her perfume and looking her up and down with worry because his mother is aging and that scares of him.

Rudy enters behind him, apologising for Alejandro's lack of tact. His face blushes scarlet when she calls him sweetheart and presses a kiss to his cheek.

While Alejandro grins and watches her wide, warm eyes, Rudy stares over her shoulder because he dislikes eye contact but is too well-mannered not to fake it.

Alejandro trails away to play with the children, winding them up full of energy only to abandon them with their parents to the echoing curses of his sisters. And Rudy stands by her side, desperate to help around the kitchen because he favours the one-on-one company over the crowd.

He's softly spoken despite the brutality of his daily life. Every time she sees him, she takes note of a new injury or bruise. He's gentle-handed, a painfully soft hand on her back as he passes behind her to grab something from the fridge.

It took her a while to learn what foods he liked and disliked, the man was too polite to turn down anything she cooked for him. Now she cooks his favourites whenever she knows that he and Alejandro will be spending dinner with them and fills his plate with seconds.

Alejandro takes after his father. He's bold, prideful and he wears his heart on his sleeve. He steals from the bowl as she's dishing out the food, he fills the dinner table with laughter as he recites story after story because he likes to hear the little ones giggle.

Rudy takes after her. He smacks Alejandro's hand away from the bowl when he sees him reaching out, he encourages the kids at the table to eat the vegetables on their plate and they do so because his disappointed frown is worse than a glare.

When the meal is finished and her husband announces his desire to do the dishes, Rudy is the one who nudges Alejandro and informs her son that he's also going to help. Catalina has to grab Rudy's arm and pull him back to his seat to stop him from heading through to the kitchen and taking charge in the efforts with the dishes.

When they leave, she goes through the routine of scolding Alejandro for not calling more. She calls him son and shakes her head disapprovingly, grey curls fall into her face and she holds a hand to her chest as though her suffering is terminal.

Alejandro pouts, looking the picture of guilt with his big puppy eyes as he tugs her close and murmurs apologies into her shoulder like the little boy he once was. "Sorry, Mama."

And then she turns her attention to Rudy, glare softening but no less disappointed. He's quick to apologise, staring down at the floor in shame. "Apologies, Mrs Vargas." She pins him with a dead stare until he echoes Alejandro's words into the fabric of her shirt, clinging to her like the little boy she'd liked to have known.

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getting back into cod. save me.

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i love mw 2019 because it really feeds that whole “price and nikolai are married and gaz is their boyfriend” head cannon ive got. also just. john price. in the old comrades mission? god love him. the only man my little lesbian heart loves.