#nikolai cod x f!reader

[nrdmssgs]

Welcome to my TED talk on "Nikolai has no shame whatsoever".

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Lastochka - in the hanger

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: You miss the intimate sessions with your husband after all the hectic missions and life. you decided to seek him out in the hanger.

WARNING: Explicit. Smut. Sub/Dom relationship. Safe words used. safe sex. Talk of consent.

per usual, half sleep brain when read through, might have lot of mistakes.

A/N : got so inspired by Nikolai's appearance in the MW 3 game, my smut brain just switched on. ( don't worry. No mention of spoiler. and its deviating from canon anyway. STUFF YOU CANON. )

Thanks to my moots keep feeding me with smutty ideas to add into the fics. you know who you are.

Lastochka series

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“Hello Commander.” 

Nikolai’s hand stopped in the track. Putting his tools down,he turned around and looked down from the top of the helicopter. 

The overly exaggerated smile, the way you carry yourself, hands behind your back, swing your body left to right, battering your eyes. 

He cocked up an eyebrow.  You are plotting something. He knows his wife well. 

And you are calling him COMMANDER. You definitely want something from him.

Perhaps something he might like too.

“Something I can help you with, my dear Lastochka?” He asked you in a lighthearted tone as he walked down from the steps, wiping his hand on the rug. Throwing the spanner down into the toolbox and swagger towards you.  You flash him another bright smile as you walk up towards him to meet him near the workbench. 

“I am just here to remind my dear husband to take a break.” you brought out a flask and a container from behind your back. “You've been on this since early morning. I just thought you might want something to snack on.”

“And stealing my jacket at the same time??” he asked as he nodded at you, licking his lips.He would be lying if it didn't make him a bit possessive and his cock twitch seeing you draped in his oversize jacket. He loves seeing you wearing his clothing, both in public and private. Subtly showing everyone that you belong to him. 

You pouted. “I didn’t steal it.. I’m just borrowing it. Do you want it back? It’s getting a bit hot in this anyway.” Putting down the containers and flask onto the workbench, you start to unzip the jacket, ready to take it off. He immediately grabbed your hand to stop you. 

Oh, his bold little bird. 

“What’s the matter?” your eyes widen with a fake surprise tone of voice. Tilting your head slightly as you extract your hands from his grip, you look up into his eyes and put your arms around his shoulder.

Nikolai exhaled, eyes dropping down towards your exposed breast, before flicking back up. 

"I'm trying to get this heli fixed, little bird." he warned in a husky voice. But his hands betrays him as it wanders towards your ass,  lightly grabbing it. 

"I’m sure you will need a break sometime.. "You smiled innocently at him while playing with his hair. Pushing your body closer to him, you slid your hand down towards his crotch, palming his arousal.

“And there is no one around at the moment….I thought..”

“You thought you could seduce your husband into giving you a good pounding while he is all sweaty and hot.” Nikolai smirked as he finished your sentence. “Don’t worry my gorgeous little bird, My cock is always hard and ready to please the wife at any time.”

“Nikolai!” you pouted, hitting his chest, pretending to be all appalled. 

“I am right, aren’t I?” Nikolai leans down, ghosting his lips over yours. “Just say the word, my Lastochka.” 

Grabbing his chain to close the gap for the kiss, tongues entwined. Your other hand fumbled to find his belt, unclipping it before reaching up and starting to unzip his flight suit. Nikolai pulls away and grabs your chin with his thumb and forefingers, staring down at you.

“Didn’t I say use your words?” He tutted. “Always the one asking for punishment. First for stealing my jacket.. Now not asking for permission…” 

You pursed your lip, letting out a little huff. “ Why do I have to…” 

“You walked all the way here, wearing nothing underneath?” he whistled. Your head rolls back as he kneads your breast with one hand, the other one working on undoing your pants before yanking it off from you. “So eager to please your husband?” he chuckled. 

“Because I am your COMMANDER, Lastochka.” he growled, cutting you off. “A good soldier listens to their superior. You should know better, Little bird. Now prepare to face the consequences.” he nudges your body, forcing you to walk backwards, nearly falling into the cabin of the helicopter if he wasn’t holding onto you. He gently guided you to sit before pushing you to lie down onto the floor.

Nikolai stood back up, unzipping his flight suit down to expose his fully erected cock. Sliding his belt off from his waist, he leaned forward, unzipped your jacket as well, to fully expose your naked body underneath. 

“As always….  “ you whispered an airy reply, eyes roamed up and down his body and opened your legs wide. “Your Lastochka is always ready for you..” 

Satisfied with your answer, he smiled as he picked up the belt that was discarded on the side before, and grabbed both of your hands and tied them together with the belt. 

“Word, my little bird?” 

You whispered the safe word into his ear and gave him a kiss on the cheek, granting him permission to proceed. You can feel his smirk as he turns his head to return a kiss. 

You bite down on your lip, trying to suppress a moan as Nikolai pushes your tied up arm over your head, dragging you forward by your leg to get closer. He thrust his hip forward, slowly grinding his hardened cock against your dripping pussy.

“Always so wet for me. What a good girl. Maybe I can make it wetter.” he cooed as he slid his gloved hand between, inserting his middle finger through the slit, curling it up to find your sweet spot.  You let out an unrestrained moan as he inserted another finger, and another, lightly thumbing your clit, but making no attempt to move his fingers inside you at all. 

“Move…I want.... Give me more..”  you hummed, bucking your hip, trying to get some thrusting movement to get the relief you've been craving for. 

“Where are you manners, Little bird?.” he scolded, pulling his fingers out. You whimpered and tried to move your arms from his restrain, but his grip only tightened.

“Please Commander..” 

“Please what?” 

“Please.. I want you to touch me … make me feel good.” you begged, almost sobbing.“ Please I want it back in..” 

“Good girl.” sliding his fingers back in, moving them in and out slowly few times, before he starts to speed up.  “See? Being polite gets you what you want.” he cooed.

There is something about making you squirming underneath him, looking at him with lust hazed eyes, mouth slightly parted, breast heaving up and down begging and whining for him to make you come hard makes him feel exhilarated.  That sense of satisfaction, knowing that its him, and only him, can make his beautiful sparrow unravel so easily under his manipulation. 

He can feel your walls tightening and breath starting to hitch. He knows you are getting closer to the peak. He leans over and nuzzles his nose against your neck, before biting and licking it. 

Arching your back, you couldn’t care less if someone else could walk into the hanger and hear the wanton scream as you hit the blessing high. He held you down with his arm and body as he kept pumping his fingers through your orgasm, cum drenching his glove and dripping onto the floor of the cabin. 

Holding up his hand, Nikolai slowly licks his palm, while staring into your eyes. “I only cleaned the floor yesterday. Now you have dirtied it again.” he sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Looks like I have to give the source of the problem a good clean out…” 

Letting go of your hand, he starts shuffling down south of your body, dotting your hot and sweaty skin with kisses along the way until he reaches your cunt, still glistening with the juices that are weeping out. He flick his tongue on  your clit a few times before diving into it, sucking and licking in earnest. 

“Nik.. Nik…” you moaned, still sensitive from the orgasm from not long ago. “It’s.. it’s too much…please…” you squirmed as your tied up hands grabbed onto his hair, trying to ground yourself. 

He raised his head, eyeing you from between your legs. “Use the words,Lastochka, if it’s too much for you.”

You shook your head, sniffing, part of you wanted him to stop, but the lust won over, you just let your head fall back onto the floor, as he went back down to continue his work. 

The slurping, the sucking, the obscene wet sloppy sound  made you hit your second orgasm fast and hard, you let out a small yelp before everything went blank. You could only feel your legs shaking and Nikolai’s strong arm holding them apart, preventing it clamping his head. 

The sound of his deep chuckle pulls you back slowly to reality. Still dazed with your second orgasm, he pulls you up into the sitting position to straddle him, and kisses you lazily. The taste of your own sex strong on his tongue as he deepens his kiss. 

“Can’t let me do all the work by myself. Now, be a good little bird, time to please your husband with your nice little cunt.” he ordered after he finally pulled away from your mouth. He lifted your arms over his head, letting it rest on his shoulder as you let him help you to lift your body up from your still orgasm weakened legs. He stroked his hard cock few times, hand still wet with your cum, and guided you to drop yourself onto it. 

You loll your head down,leaning against his shoulder, letting out a long whiney moan as you feel him stretch you wide and hit the deep end all in one go. He didn’t give you much time to adjust, pulling you up by your waist before slamming you down again, letting out a satisfying purr each time he repeats the action.

“Ah, look at you my Lastochka,” he praised you as he started thrusting his own hip upwards.  “Serving your husband so well, clenching around my cock with your drenching hot pussy, making me happy.” The only sound you could make was a throaty whimper as you lifted your head from his shoulder and leaned away from him and rolled your hip, hands sliding from cupping the back of his head towards his neck, instinctively grabbing onto his gold chain as you try to get more friction against your clit. 

“Come on my pretty bird. I know you still have more in you.” says Nikolai as he glides one hand down towards your ass, and the other up towards your neck, grabbing onto it lightly. “Give me one more. Just one more….” 

“... not…not before you filled me up Commander..” you begged, nearly out of breath from getting so close to your next orgasm, trying hard not to tip over the edge. “I want you..you.. To come inside me first….” 

“Giving out orders now, are we?” he growled as pulls your body back in closer, pulling your head back slightly, grazing his teeth over the skin of your neck. “Remember who is in charge here, I decide when you cum, and where I want to cum.” he snarled as he punctuated his words with hard snaps of his hip. “But.’ he softened his tone slightly, “Since you've been an obedient girl before… I will let it slide this time.” he moved his mouth towards your ear, whispering in a husky voice. “Come for me now, right now. And you will get your fill. And more rewards later on if you are lucky..” 

Your body reacts automatically with his words. You sobbed as you spasm around his hard length, and you can hear him growling at the same time as he hits his own peak, coating your inside with his own spent, mixing with your own cum, feeling the wetness soaking both of your sexes and thigh as it leaks out with the thrust. 

“Feeling alright there little bird?”  Nikolai murmured into your ears as he held you tight against him, checking up on you after both of you held onto each other tight, recovering from the orgasm.

“I am alright.. Just give me a second.” You lean into his heaving chest, listening to his pounding heart. You close your eyes,  also trying to catch your own breath, with Nikolai’s hand caressing your neck. you were utterly spent after three consecutive rounds. It’s been a while since you had such an intense session with him. But you don’t mind it. 

“I miss this.“you whispered after a few minutes of silence, nuzzling into his chest. “You spend too much time with your other Lastochka. You need someone else to help you.”

You miss his touch. His hands, the dirty talks into your ears. the way his eyes undresses you and make you burn with want and desire. 

You miss him. 

“You know I don’t like anyone touching my Lastochka.” he kisses your temple. The double meaning doesn't escape you. “But I am sorry.”

“You better be.” you pouted. “Now you really need a break. After all that..”

“ I never need a break.” he chuckled, you feel his cock getting hard again inside you. “Not when I am trying to please my little bird.”

Well, the coffee is gonna get cold. 

“Commander, you there?  Here's the list you were….. Ёбаный пиздец!!”  

“ Ooop. Someone found us.”

“Nikolai!!!! Shut up and go check on poor Yuri!!” 

Yuri couldn't look at you in the eyes for weeks after.

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[sirenmoth]

Bookworm

Based of this post i made. GN Reader

AO3

If he was sure about one thing, it was your avid love and passion for reading, he could leave you with a book alone while a worked in his office or went to run errands and you wouldn't have moved at all, expect to change the position you were reading in. You were absorbed into your own private worlds, books of different genres layed scattered around the house, stacked up agaisnt each other on any surface you could find to place one, on overcrowed shelves and side tables, even tucked up against the wall on the floor.

It was cute to see you nosedeep in whatever book you were reading but it did concern him to some extent, he managed to sneak up on you a few times, having to physically drag you to eat or to rest your eyes.

Well, by sneaking, more like louding stomping around the house, purposley making as much noise as possible, still you sat and read undisturbed by his actions.

Nothing seemed to work, the amount of books now meant he's accidentally walked into a stack on the floor or nearly had a a few fall off the shelves they cluttered, "Are you planning on moving this anytime soon?" He asked, looking in you direction.

You sat on the sofa, a blanket over your legs and a book you were somehow already nearing half way through even though it was bought a week ago, laid open on your lap, not looking up from the words you were focusing on, you nodded absent mindlessly, eyes never leaving the paper back in front of you, turing the page to start the next chapter and curling up more under the blanket.

He sighed, knowing he wouldn't get an answer from you in a while, he couldn't complain about the placements, the only spare room in the house was turned into his at home office, his own space he can retreat to if needed, so getting mad that you turned the living room into your own space was wrong,

It was only fair you got your own space, an area where you could read and store your books without worry, and so he could easy know where you were.

After reaching the midway point of the novel, bookmarking it with the bookmark he bought you as a gift after you looked at him in disgust when he told you to dog-ear the page like he does, moving the blanket from your legs and stretched. Looking around, the lack of books around caught you off guard, it instantly became clear how clean and decluttered everything looked, like you could finally breathe after drowning for so long.

"Where'd all my books go?" you mutter to yourself, getting up from where you've been sitting for who knows how long, a noise from the sunroom caught your attention, it was at the far back of the house and neither you nor he used it for much other than storage.

Calling out to him, knocking on the door to the room before opening it, he stops you " Darling! Wait there, i wanna show you something." he called from inside, sounding a little out of breath, you sighed hoping it wasn't another one of his retreat rooms, "It's not done yet." a loud noise followed by the sound of him grunting, like he was moving something around.

Puzzled, you waited outisde the room, unsure of what was happening that was so important, "Have you seen my books?" you asked him from the other side of the door, crossing your arms over your chest, "I can't find them anywhere." you add. Finally the door opens just enough for him to squeeze out and to keep whatever was inside hidden, "What was that?" you question him again, even more confused than before.

He smiled at you, taking you hand in his, "I have seen you books, so don't be mad at me." he explained, "I found somewhere for you to put them, i know you have a habit of going into that pretty head of yours when reading." That explanation did nothing to help your curiosity. He motioned to you stand in front of the sunroom door, with him behind you.

"I hope you like it, took me hours." He kissed the back of your head, reaching out from behind you to open the door.

The sight in front of you left you speechless, a whole mini library was there, right in fron of your eyes. Taking a few steps into the now renovated room, taking in the sight, a double loveseat big enough to hold two people, was pushed up agaisnt the far right wall, complete with pillows and a throw blanket over the back of it. A singular arm chair in the left corner sat with its own pillow, propped neatly in the center of the chair. Bookshelevs, both refurbished and handmade lined every available wall, reaching upwards towards the ceiling and skylights, creating a warm and cozy feeling. A ladder, which you noticed was on a whell system, sat attache to the larger bookshelf in the room. A decent sized coffee table was placed in front of the double love set, already with a few book ready to be read.

A fair of arms snake their way around your waist, pulling you out of you dazed stated. "Do you like it? Thought you could have your own space to retreat and relax." he said, watching as your eyes looked from one thing to another, "I tried my best to order them how you like it, hopefully it's ok." sheepishly he smiled, his eyes never leaving your awestruck expression.

Turning to him with the biggest smile on your face he's ever seen, you hug him tightly, squeezing him as you buried you face in the crook of his neck, giving him chase butterfly kisses on his neck and jaw, each a silent thank you for his gift and effort. "I love it, thank you so much." you reply, letting go so you explore your new personal space, running you fingers over the polished sheleves, scaaning the small decor pieces and details he added, little trinkets he brought back for you from his travles.

He sat down on the sofa, watching in adoration as you wondered around your new private world, reading the titles off the spines of the books on the shelves, happy with himself and his work, ignoring the gnawing feeling that he'll have to possibly make a new section soon when you inevitably run out of space. You grabbed a book of one of the shelves and made your way over to him, settling down between his legs, getting comfortable with his back slightly agaisnt the back of the sofa and the armrest, one leg streched out on the loveseat with you perched in betweem his legs.

His arms were back around your waist the second you stopped moving, you grabbed the blanket and threw it over both of your legs, arranging so it covered you both completly, your back against his chest and his arms around your waist, you set the novel you choose down on your lap and opened it.

A sigh can be heard behind you, smiling softly to yourself, he's not moving anytime soon and you know he just figured that out. A few minutes after you opened the book, you feel another set of eyes peering over your shoulder at the pages in front of you, "Are you reading over my shoulder?" you playfully ask, earning a grunt in response. Giggling as you readjust the book, so he could totaly not read over your shoulder.

Whatever he had planned today wasn't going to happen and can wait, this is more important.

-- Simon "Ghost" Riley, Captian John Price, Nikolai Belinski, (you can really apply this to any F/O)

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The Little Things Give You Away

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You've been with the 141 for a little while now, part of the team but not part of the pack. A mission to Urzikstan changes that.

Warnings: Feelings of inadequacy, canon typical violence, non descriptive violence, shifter etiquette, swearing.

Word count: 5.4k

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader (fennec fox shifter), with background Alex x Farah

You’d been with the 141 for a few months now, after tons of work and a few test runs. You meshed well with their skill sets, your long fuse and medical training giving you an advantage over other hopefuls. By now, you’d run ops with all of them, as a large group and in smaller groups. You knew these men, trusted them on the field. 

But that trust still only went so far. You still didn’t feel like part of the pack. 

It took time, you knew. You’d integrated into other packs before. Part and parcel of this kind of life - you’d already been in half a dozen packs. (Which was perhaps a high number but you got along well with people. You didn’t think that was a fault.) 

So you had a job you loved, with men you trusted and respected. And a pack that kept you at arms length. 

One of these things was not like the others. 

You managed. You did the best you could, which was still pretty damn good. And that was enough. 

Getting called to the briefing room was nothing new, and you sat a couple seats away from Gaz and Soap. 

"Got a call from an old friend," Price said as he walked up the front of the room. "So we're gonna go help out. Off the books." 

"Where are we going?" Gaz asked, looking interested. 

"Urzikstan." 

Gaz lit up, but Soap and Ghost didn't. Well. At least you weren't the only one who didn't know what was going on. 

"Weapons will be provided once we get there," Price said. "Pack light, our ride will be here in an hour. Dismissed." 

You stood and let the others go first. You didn't have too much you had to do, after all. Just throw some necessities in a bag. 

"Question, sergeant?"

The voice of your captain and alpha broke you out of your thoughts, and you shook your head. "No, sir." 

Price eyed you for a moment before he nodded. "Best hurry," he advised quietly. 

You tipped your head in acknowledgement and walked faster, turning down a different corridor. Your quarters were a little bit away from the rest of the pack. 

Which was fine. It was fine. 

True to your prediction, you threw things in a bag and carried it out to the heli pad, and ended up being the first one there. You debated shifting, but knew you'd catch shit if anyone else saw you. So you sat down and pulled a book out of your bag, settling in to wait. 

"Good book?" Gaz stood over you, his own bag slung over his shoulder. 

"So far," you agreed, craning your neck back to look up at him. "Sounded like you know where we're going."

"I know which old friend, at least." Gaz shrugged, taking a step back so you could get to your feet. "You'll like her." 

Your eyebrows shot up. Her? Well then. This would be interesting. 

"Hurry up, wee menace!" Soap called as he passed the two of you. You immediately scowled after him. You hated that nickname and the whole team knew it. 

"One of these days," you muttered. 

"Only if you can catch him," Gaz pointed out with a grin. When you turned your withering stare to him, he held up his hands, laughing. "Was just a joke, love!" 

You huffed and turned away from him, ignoring his soft groan. The walk out to the heli was short, and you buckled in silently. Gaz sat across from you, trying to catch your eye, and you relented somewhat. Enough to smile at him. 

The flight was long and boring. The pilot, Nikolai, was a cheery man who occasionally told jokes over the headsets. Price sat up near him. 

When you finally landed, Urzikstan was hot and dry. Nothing too unusual for the region. Part of you luxuriated in the heat, wanting to shift and stretch out. 

But you didn't, falling in at the end of the line. The sandy tarmac crunched a little under your boots. 

"You still know how to make an entrance," an American voice drawled. You blinked.

"Alex!" Gaz jogged forward, clearly excited. 

"He's not wrong," a woman added. You finally got up to where you could see too. The man, Alex, stood next to the woman, both of them looking pleased. 

"You're one to speak," Price said, holding out his hand. "You both know Gaz. These are the rest of my team." He introduced Soap, Ghost, and then you. Of course you were last. As usual. “These are Farah and Alex.” 

You nodded to the pair, watching them. Hopefully you’d get some answers soon. You were starting to feel antsy. 

“This way.” Farah took the lead, Price falling in next to her. Gaz stuck with Alex, and of course Soap and Ghost were together. You trudged after them, taking a few moments to look around. 

Farah didn’t speak again until you were all inside, a little bit pressed together. The room was probably not really meant for five men as big as them. 

“We’ve had problems with the Russians again,” she said, glancing meaningfully at Price. 

“Who?” He frowned down at the map.

“A lieutenant of a man named Makarov.” 

You straightened, feeling the tension in the room ratchet as your teammates did the same. 

“One of his lieutenants, huh?” Price mused, leaning a little closer to the map. “Show me.”

Farah went over what she could, showing where the Russians had come from and what territory they’d claimed. It wasn’t much, yet, but she was rightfully worried about them taking more. 

“We will need to do recon, but I can do that.” Farah shot Alex a quelling look. 

Alex huffed softly. “Be better if you didn’t have to do it alone.” 

“Nobody notices a cat,” Farah pointed out, half gentle, half exasperated, the tone of an old argument. 

“I can go,” you offered, barely glancing at Price for permission. “I’ll blend right in.” 

Price hesitated only a moment before he nodded. “Fennec fox,” he said to Farah’s questioning look. 

Farah nodded, pleased. “We have time. We should learn each other’s scents now.” 

You grinned, immediately stripping off your tac vest. Ignoring the noise of protest from Gaz, you dumped your vest and boots off to the side and shifted. 

It was easy to wiggle out of your clothes as a fox. You were, you had to admit, pretty tiny, weighing only three pounds. Your ears swiveled, taking in all the sounds around you (you were pretty sure you heard a quickly stifled “aww” from Alex) before you yipped, once. 

“Enough of that,” Price grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. You huffed at him, uncowed, and took a few steps back and forth. 

Farah, when she emerged from Alex’s other side, was a cat. A sand cat. Also nearly perfectly suited to blend in with the sand, and very close to your size. But with smaller ears. You perked up, tail wagging as you crept forward. It had been a long, long time since you’d had anyone properly sized to play with. Farah’s nose twitched and she stepped closer to you, giving you both a chance to familiarize yourself with the other’s scent. 

And then you carefully bopped her on the nose. 

She reared back, looking startled, ears flickering. You readied yourself to roll over in apology, until her tail flicked and she bopped you right back. You yipped, high and pleased, and bounced at her before racing away. 

You weren’t sure exactly how long the two of you played tag, but it was long enough that you were thoroughly worn out. You’d seen multiple buildings, wound your way between at least half a dozen people (not including your own pack), and had even stumped her twice. All in all, you’d say that was a pretty good showing.

Until one big hand scooped you up. You squeaked, resisting the urge to bite when you sniffed the hand. Gaz. 

“Not leaving until tomorrow,” Gaz told you quietly, holding you close to his chest. You were still a little mad that he could hold you with one big hand, but, well… Being so small was to your advantage sometimes. “Food, then relaxing for a bit. Price’s orders.”

You huffed a little in acknowledgement, settling against him. Of your four packmates, he was the most conscientious about holding you, with Price as a close second. You didn’t even let Soap pick you up anymore. 

You did shift back to eat, not quite surprised when Farah ended up next to you, and Alex on her other side. 

“I have not seen a fox shifter in a long time,” Farah said, glancing at you. 

You smiled. “I’m the only fennec in my family,” you admitted. “Which is okay! Not like any of us are too big.”

Farah nodded knowingly while Alex just blinked at you. 

“How long have you been with the 141?” She nudged Alex into eating. Aww. Adorable. 

“Few months.” You shrugged, pushing your food around your plate. You were hungry but not - the food looked good but sometimes making yourself actually eat was harder. You had protein bars stashed in your bag for this very reason. 

She glanced between you and them. The rest of the pack had all settled around, not quite including you. Which didn’t bother you as much as it probably should. You could see the wheels turning in her head and shook your head a little. It wasn’t worth asking them. 

“So, how’d you end up here?” You looked at Alex with an easy smile. 

Dinner passed easily with the two of them, exchanging stories. You had a few of your own, including a few pranks you’d pulled off when you were younger. Sometimes being small had its advantages. 

But when Price called your name, you still straightened and looked his way. 

“Finish up,” he ordered, nodding to your plate. Dammit. You’d hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Then lights out, since you’re scouting tomorrow.”

“Yes sir,” you muttered, only a little sulky. You were quick to finish off your plate, even as Farah excused herself to talk to Price. 

“Sure you’re alright?” Alex asked very softly, giving you a quick look over. “Just, I’ve seen packs before, not just here but all over. They’re normally…”

“Tighter?” you asked with a wry little smile, carefully keeping your voice low enough that the pack couldn’t hear you. “Yeah. I know.” 

He eyed you carefully, gaze flicking over to where Farah and Price were talking. “Well, if you need anything, you let us know.”

Warmed by the unexpected offer, your smile softened. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” You nodded to him, and his lips quirked in return. You stood to put your dishes on the pile and retire for the night, per orders. 

“Everything alright?” Gaz asked, catching up to you easily, almost touching you. 

“Yeah, fine,” you were quick to assure him. “Which one’s ours?” 

“Here.” He guided you to the room the pack had been given. Quarters were tight, you understood. Was far from the first time you’d be sharing with them. “You sure you’re alright?” 

Your smile definitely felt frayed. “Why do people keep asking me that?” you mused, not quite expecting an answer. “Do I have some cosmic sign above my head?”

“No, just–” Gaz cut himself off with a sigh, shoulders slumping. “Checking, I guess. I know it’s easy to feel on the outside of things.”

You paused in the middle of taking your boots off, looking at him. For a wild moment, you wondered if he’d heard you talking to Alex. Then you shook it off. “It’s fine,” you said, looking back at your boots. “Not a big deal. Temporary additions are like that, I get it.”

“Temporary?” Gaz’s jaw dropped, distress leaking into his scent. 

“Yeah?” You frowned at him. 

“Who told you this was temporary?” He even sounded distressed now, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. 

You blinked. “My last CO,” you answered slowly, only a little uncertain now, even as you grabbed your sleeping bag. “Nobody said anything, so I figured–”

“That you were replaceable.” His eyes had gone wide now too. 

You shrugged. “Pretty much.”

“Fuck.” He dropped his head. “You… fuck.”

“Hey, it’s fine, I get it.” You shot him a grin, easygoing and a little mischievous. “Foxes aren’t easy to be around for everybody.” 

Gaz looked at you like you weren’t speaking the same language. "You think we care about that?" 

You shrugged. "Who doesn't?" You shook your sleeping bag out and double checked that your stuff was as out of the way as you could get it. "It's not a big deal, Gaz." 

His jaw clenched, distress still in his scent, but something else was overpowering it now. Some odd combination of anger and determination. "Think there's been a misunderstanding," he said slowly, looking at you. 

You shrugged, wiggling into your sleeping bag. "Look, it's fine. Stop worrying about it. I'm here to do a job, same as you lot. Just leave it." 

He did not look like he would leave it, but he did turn and walk out, letting you finally settle down to sleep.

Or at least to lay there with your eyes closed, trying to turn off your brain. 

You woke briefly when the rest of the pack trooped in, but Price touched the top of your head. "Just us," he murmured, low and almost gentle. "Go back to sleep." 

You blinked slowly at him before you nodded, closing your eyes again and curling up. You'd be less of a bother if you took up less space, so you tried to take as little as possible. 

There was a soft but brief conversation behind you. You tried to tune them out, letting your eyes close and tucking your nose down again to block out errant scents. 

You were asleep before the pack had finished settling in. 

You woke first, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible and taking a moment to look at the pack. Soap and Ghost were curled together, Soap shamelessly using Ghost's bicep as a pillow. Price was between them and Gaz, stretched out and breathing deeply in sleep. Gaz… Gaz was on his side facing where you had been, a little furrow in his brow, looking faintly uncomfortable. 

You resisted the urge to check on him, to crouch next to him and touch him. You wouldn't be welcomed, anyway. So you turned away and went in search of a warm drink. 

Damn Gaz for making you wonder about your place in this pack. 

You had some nice quiet time before the rest of the pack got up, and then it was mission time. You got ready silently, taking as little as possible. One of your teammates would hold your stuff while you were scouting, you knew. 

But you didn't want to burden them further. 

"Woke early?"

You nearly jumped at the voice of your captain behind you, and you turned to look at him. "Yes, sir." 

He nodded, making tea and then sitting next to you, close enough that your knees touched. You eyed him for a moment, uncertain. Price was not exactly the most touchy-feely alpha, although you'd seen him touch the others plenty of times. 

"After this mission, I think we need to have a talk, hm?" He tipped his head to look at you, eyes very blue for the brief look you allowed yourself before your gaze dropped to the table. 

"Yes, sir," you agreed softly, heart plummeting. Well. Months was not a bad run in a pack. Better than your personal low of three weeks! You'd be fine. Everything would be fine. 

"Nothing bad," he assured you, because of course he did. He didn't want you distracted on mission. "Just clarifying some things." 

"I understand." And you did. Foxes weren't good for a lot beyond scouting and recall, after all. 

He nodded once, firm, and turned his attention back to his tea. You swallowed the last of your drink and slunk away quietly. 

You needed to get your head on straight and stuff your feelings back in the little box to be examined never. 

By the time you all gathered, you were ready, bouncing lightly on your toes. Gaz stood next to you, bumping into you lightly. 

"We've got two forward teams," Price said without preamble. "Soap, Ghost, you're with Farah and Alex. You two are with me. Farah's people will provide backup once we've got our intel." 

You nodded. No surprises there. 

"We will need to look for numbers, locations, entrances," Farah told you. "Weapons." 

You nodded again. "Got it." 

"Right. Let's get on it, then." Price smirked, jerking his head to the waiting cars. 

The drive out into the desert was quiet but for the roar of the engine. Gaz kept shooting you little looks, and you clenched your jaw. 

He must have talked to Price. Maybe he'd talked about your position on the team… or lack thereof. 

You couldn't help the niggling doubt that this talk Price wanted to have would end with you off the team and out of the pack. 

You breathed in deep and shoved it back down. You needed to focus. You needed to be clear headed. So you could report accurate information. 

The car stopped, and the two groups got out and moved up. Farah's group split off, and Price led you and Gaz away. 

He halted and turned to look at you, one eyebrow raised. You hunkered down, stripping off your vest. Shifting took no time, and you stretched out. 

"Ready?" He asked you softly. You resisted the urge to yip, instead stretching out your front legs and then bouncing in place. "Alright. You report right back to me." 

You bounced again and took off, weaving through the sandy landscape easily. You blended in perfectly, your ears flickering. 

Honestly, this kind of work wasn't hard. A former assignment had had you doing this near daily for a month to keep an eye on a high value target. 

You could always do more of this after Price ousted you from the pack. 

Huffing at yourself, you slowed as you approached the enemy base. Okay. Time to work. 

You made sure to take thorough mental notes before you crossed paths with Farah. She flicked her ears at you, tail twitching. You bobbed your head carefully. She mrrped very softly and gently headbutted you before she turned and headed back to her group. You did the same. 

You shifted back and Gaz hovered until you had your vest back on. You spoke while you dressed, being sure to speak clearly and as concisely as you could. 

Price nodded. "Well done," he murmured. "Right. Follow me." 

You shoved down the little thrill at the praise from your alpha (for however much longer that lasted) and nodded. 

The op was… not easy. Never easy. But you all made an excellent battering ram, clearing enough enemies off the field for Farah's people to make good headway. 

Price even managed to take the lieutenant alive, something that left him very pleased. 

You stood off to the side after the dust settled, watching the celebrating with a little smile. 

"Get over there and join in." Alex stopped next to you, nudging you a little towards Farah. 

"Maybe in a bit." You shrugged, trying not to fidget anxiously. 

"Hey." Alex frowned, ducking his head a little. "What's up?"

"Nothing. Just… I'm fine." You shrugged again, fingers tapping against your vest in a restless pattern. 

Alex didn't get a chance to ask further. Soap threw his arm over your shoulders, pressed up tight to your side, while Ghost's hand landed heavy on top of your head. 

"There ye are!" Soap crowed, giving you a little shake. "Finally! Been hidin' from us?" 

"What?" You blinked, caught off-guard. "No, I just–" 

"Come on." Ghost tapped the top of your head and let his hand fall again. 

Alex grinned, looking far too pleased as Soap dragged you away. You didn't fight it, too confused to even object. 

"Found her?" Price asked, amused. 

"Aye, Cap." Soap pulled you in front of the captain, grinning, before he finally let you go. You couldn't entirely shove down the slow curl of dread in your stomach. 

"Have you eaten yet?” Price was once again focused on you. 

“No,” you admitted slowly. “Figured I’d eat in a while.” 

“Gaz told me you assumed this was a temporary position.”

You did not falter, because you’d been expecting this all day. “Yes, sir.” 

“Your last CO?” Price’s head tipped, just a little. The kind of mild curiosity that you didn’t believe for a second. 

“Yes.” You clenched your jaw, trying hard to be very still. 

“He was wrong.” Price took one step forward, just barely in your space. 

You blinked rapidly, confused. “...What do you mean?” You felt slow, like you were missing something that should be obvious. 

“Means yer pack, ye dafty!” Soap piped up, and then yelped when someone slapped a hand over his mouth. 

“It means you’re ours,” Price reiterated, not even sparing Soap a look. “I never intended you to be temporary.”

“Oh.” You blinked again, flabbergasted. “You… did?” 

Price huffed softly, his hands landing on your shoulders and pulling you in, slow but sure, until he was properly hugging you. You melted. You’d been so sure you wouldn’t have this–

“You’re pack,” he rumbled quietly, just for you. “Until you tell me otherwise.” 

You hid your grin in the hug. “You’ll be waiting a long time for that, sir.” 

Price huffed, amused, and released you. Only for Soap to tackle you from behind, obnoxiously rubbing his head on top of yours and ignoring your yelled protests. Price just watched, not moving to help you.

Gaz came to your rescue, because he was the best. 

“Shove off,” Gaz grumbled, helping free you from Soap’s grasp and instead wrapping his own arm over your shoulder. “C’mon, you need to eat.”

“Have you always been this fussy?” you asked, amused more than anything, letting him steer you to a table. “And just repressing it?” 

“No,” Gaz tried to deny at the same time Price said, completely deadpan, “Yes.” 

You sputtered a laugh, shaking your head even as you sat. But you didn’t have a chance to grab food - Gaz beat you to it, loading a plate for you and putting it in front of you. You blinked. That… that was new. And very interesting. 

Even more interesting was him claiming the spot right next to you, sitting close enough that your thigh pressed against his.

But he didn’t say anything, so you didn’t either, just focusing on your food. You ignored Soap snickering about something with the ease of long practice. He was always a menace. 

The celebration lasted well into the night. Soap pulled you into a few dances, Gaz kept you supplied with drinks and snacks, and Ghost silently watched over all three of you with little huffs of amusement. Price stayed for a little while before he slipped away to do work. 

You honestly weren’t sure what time it was when you finally begged off to go sleep, but you did know that Gaz followed you back to the room you were all sharing. 

“Think we’ll head out tomorrow?” you asked sleepily, dropping your boots next to your pack.

Gaz shrugged. “Depends how long it takes Price to get what he wants,” he murmured, sounding only slightly more alert than you. 

“Leave packing for the morning, then.” You dropped down into your spot, curling up again without even waiting for confirmation. 

“Good plan,” Gaz agreed, settling next to you. He didn’t quite touch you, but he did settle close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. 

You woke to him curled around your back, his breath puffing softly on the back of your neck. You blinked sleepily, tempted for a few moments to just go back to sleep.

Until the position you were in actually sank in. Then you very carefully extricated yourself, praying your pounding heart didn’t wake him. 

That… that was odd. And new. And a little bit terrifying, honestly. Because you liked Gaz, you’d always liked Gaz, even when he poked fun at you. You’d always forgiven him the fastest for the teasing. 

So to wake up to him like that? Made you want things you shouldn’t want. 

But you escaped without incident and went to find some food. 

Somehow, you weren’t surprised when Farah stopped next to you, Alex behind her. “Come with me,” she said. 

You didn’t even question her, just got to your feet and followed her. “Do I need to grab anything?” 

Farah shook her head. “I’ve already told Price,” she said, glancing back at you over her shoulder. “We are not going far.”

Well, that wasn’t quite as reassuring as she thought it was, but you didn’t question her. You just followed her and Alex to a car. 

“We will be scouting,” Farah told you as Alex drove. “Look for any sign of escaped Russians, or reinforcements.”

“Can do.” You sat up a little straighter, calmer now that you knew the mission. This wouldn’t be bad. Not bad at all. 

You and Farah both shifted in the car and Alex opened the doors to let you out. Farah went one way, and you went another. 

The base was large, spread out, but the two of you covered the ground easily. But everything was quiet, to your relief. You didn’t doubt that the Russians would hear of this, and they might retaliate. Possibly. 

If they had the resources and decided this was a high value enough target. 

You kind of hoped they just gave up. These poor people deserved some peace and quiet. 

You passed Farah, darting over to greet her and sniff her face before you continued on your way. You just wanted to check one more area, just to be sure, and then you’d head back. 

But you got lucky. No sign of life out here. (Apart from the little lizard you chased off.) 

You trotted back to the car, enjoying the little buzz of a job well done. Farah was already back, sitting on Alex’s shoulder with one of his hands on her back to help stabilize her. 

Aww. They were adorable. (And also making the ache in your soul much worse.) 

You hopped into the back seat and shifted back, pulling your clothes on again. Alex didn’t get in until you were finished shifting, and even then, Farah just sat in the passenger seat very regally. 

“All clear,” you said, and Farrah chirped her agreement. 

“Good.” Alex started driving. “Thanks for the assist.”

“No problem.” You grinned. “Always a joy to go out for a run.”

Alex glanced at you in the rearview mirror. “Especially with someone your own size?”

You laughed, leaning back more in your seat. “Pretty much.”

Alex nodded. “Farah said something about that too,” he admitted, glancing at the cat next to him. She just huffed but didn’t actually object or bat at him. So clearly he was fine. “What do you do with your pack?” 

“What, in terms of running?” You snorted, shaking your head. “I don’t. Not shifted, anyway. I can’t keep up.”

“So you and Gaz don’t…?” Alex trailed off.

You blinked. “I mean. Not really. Sometimes he trots after me, but we really can’t go running together.”

“He trots after you?” Alex grinned. “Boy’s got it bad.”

You blinked again, startled. “What?” 

“Following you around. Saw him make you a plate last night, too.” Alex’s grin was mischievous. “Farah does that for me, sometimes. Confused the hell outta me the first couple times, until she explained.” 

“Until she explained,” you repeated slowly. Because. He was wrong. There was no way Gaz had been… Had been… 

“Yeah,” Alex said slowly, glancing at you in the mirror again. “She said it’s pretty typical behavior for shifters.”

“For courting, yeah,” you agreed, still speaking slowly. “But you’re wrong about Gaz.” 

Farah actually turned around to look at you, giving you the most disbelieving look you’d ever seen on a cat. Alex gave you a matching look, which would have been hysterical under other circumstances. 

“He’s been flirting with you literally the entire time you’ve been here,” Alex pointed out. 

And you were about to deny that. You really were.

Except.

He’d been the one to follow you and check on you. He’d held on to your stuff while you’d been scouting. He’d made you a plate and made sure you ate.

Oh. Shit. 

Ohhhh shit. 

“Alright there?” Alex was not teasing any longer, concerned now. 

“Yeah,” you muttered almost automatically. “Fine.” 

Farah growled, low and short, expressing her disagreement with that. But she didn’t have a chance to do more - the car stopped. 

Without a second thought, you popped your door open and shifted, slipping easily out of your clothes and running. 

You didn’t want to be around people while you went over all the instances suddenly coming into startling clarity. 

Gaz had been trying to court you. For weeks. He’d been subtle about it at first, just walking with you, or making sure he was the one to pick you up. 

But dinner really cemented it. Sitting so close to you, fussing over your food like that… That was courting behavior, undoubtedly. 

It was too much all at once. 

You found a good space under a cluster of rocks right at the edge of base, burrowing under them and curling up. 

Gaz had been trying to court you for weeks, and you were an absolute dumbass who hadn’t noticed. You covered your eyes with your tail. 

A soft whine caught your attention some indeterminable amount of time later. You blinked and moved your tail to find Gaz as a wolf with his nose trying to get into your hiding spot. He whined softly again, and you could just see one paw scratching at the rocks. 

You huffed and crawled towards him, pushing your body against his snout. He withdrew, backing up a step to give you plenty of room. You tucked your ears down and wiggled out of your hiding spot, shaking briefly to get rid of any lingering sand. 

Gaz laid down in front of you, eyes big and pleading, tail wagging hopefully. 

You cocked your head to one side, one ear up one down. 

He huffed and wiggled a tiny bit closer to you, tail wagging a little harder. His tongue darted out for a quick kiss to your muzzle.

Oh. That. He must have talked to Alex or Farah. 

You eyed him for a moment before you took one step closer, until you were right in front of him. If this were anyone else, it would be a little scary just how much bigger he was than you. But this was Gaz. 

You weren’t scared.

You licked his nose. And when his eyes absolutely lit up, tail wagging so hard he was practically causing a sand storm behind him, you licked his nose again. 

He hopped to his feet to nuzzle you, exceedingly careful. You huffed at him and started back towards the pack room, since you did want to have an actual conversation. Gaz, to your surprise, kept pace with you. Which meant you were trotting while he was walking leisurely.

Stupid long-legged wolf. 

Soap got one look at you and whooped. “Took ye fuckin’ long enough!” he crowed. 

Your ears flattened to your head and Gaz snapped at Soap with a low warning growl. Soap completely ignored the warning, starting to tease you two. And promptly ended up with a wolf tackling him. 

You ignored the mess as the two of them rolled around, growling and snarking. Instead you went to the door and then sat and yipped at Price to open the door for you. 

“Fuckin’ muppets,” Price muttered about the other two, scooping you up in one big hand. You yipped at him again and he huffed back. “Hush. We’ll talk while they figure shit out.” The door shut behind him. But you still weren’t scared.

You believed him when he called you pack. And if this was part of being his pack… You wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

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Sugar

Pairing: Nikolai x F!Reader

Word Count: 746

Synopsis: Lingering gazes and teasing kisses lead to a very happy Nik 🫶

A/N: Was nervous writing this cause I wanted it to be well written as my first contribution to the COD writing community— but I hope you like it!! It’s based off of THIS TIKTOK!! Credit goes to them for inspiration! Ignore my clunky layout..

Tw: None! It’s all fluffy content 🫶

Fingers silently tapped along the side of the can of Red Bull in her hand, eyes fixated on the Russian who spoke on and on about… what was it again?

It started as his recent upgrades to his helicopter that he cared for like it was his masterpiece. Then again, it has helped the team out of so many bad situations on countless occasions, as well as made travel a lot easier. The copter even brought some amusing memories— one incident in particular being one that won’t be let go for a while. It made her smile a little to herself even to this day. She supposed that he had every right to go on and on about such a useful vehicle.

The conversation seemed to drift into more of his travels while flying it than the vehicle itself. That seemed to be the case, anyways, with how he spoke of the common cuisine throughout the countries he’s flown through that he wanted to try.

In all honesty, she hadn’t been listening for the majority of the time he spoke, only catching utterances of how he fitted the copter with new blades to make the flight smoother and how he’s never tried a churro before. Her gaze had been glued to him the entire time, mind stuck on admiring the man before her as they enjoyed their lunch break together. It was hard not to. Seeing him so relaxed in her presence eased her heart and the sound of his voice, thick with his Russian accent, was like music to her ears. The Lieutenant could listen to him talk all day if she could. To add that he was quite handsome, too, only made her infatuation stronger.

“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to try?” The sudden question pulled the woman from her thoughts. Her lashes fluttered as she sat up in place, just noticing his expectant gaze lingering on her face. For a moment, a wave of embarrassment washed over her, not knowing whether or not he had noticed her almost lovesick gaze just mere moments ago. If he did, he made no comment or any physical gesture showing that he did. He only kept his intense gaze on her, shifting slightly in place as if anxious to continue his rambling.

“Kissing me.”

“No, fish and chips. Is it really as good as they--...kissing you?”

“What..? Kissing me?” It took everything in her to not laugh at his bewildered look that melted into one of pure confusion. Instead, a look of slight surprise was present on her face, a brow raised in question. Teeth bit at the inside of her lip, watching the gears in his mind turn oh so slowly to try and process the whether or not she actually said that.

He turned his head to face the wall in front of him and across the room. Not understanding his muttered Russian speech, she smiled to herself before downing the rest of the Red Bull in her hand and began to stand. The crinkle of the aluminum in her hand did nothing to catch his attention, nor did her presence standing over his shoulder.

A smirk tugged to her lips, leaning over his shoulder to level her head with the side of his. A free hand rested on his shoulder for balance and her lips pressed firmly against his cheek. The feeling of his facial hair itched lightly against the softness of her lips and for the short moment they remained against his skin, she could swear she felt the surface of his cheek warm against them. The Lieutenant smiled softly at him, stopping by his ear before pulling away completely. “See you later, Sugar.”

The sound of his breath getting caught in his throat pulled a chuckle from her, removing her hand from his shoulder and making her way to the exit. She dropped the empty and crushed can away, the aluminum can clattering against the sides of the trashcan until it reached the bottom.

A silence lingered in the hallway as she began to retreat to the training grounds where she would be supervising drills for a bunch of recruits, but only for a moment as the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps quickly closing the gap between her and the source filled her senses. A smile tugged to her lips, turning around in time to see the pilot red faced but with the dopiest grin pulled onto his face.

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LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

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Flashbacks and one shots collection

Never assume the obvious is true

Fluff without plot: Ghost x Riot

Flashback: Wake me up when September ends

Tu mihi mundum clariorem (You make my world brighter) (more Ghost x Riot fluff)

Familia mea mea est domus - My family is my home

COD x F!Reader

Piedral del Sol - Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra x F!Reader. Fall4Rudy 2023 entry

Comfort - Nikolai x GN!Reader

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Lastochka - wedding night

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: You want to please your newly wedded husband, just as he has pleased you.

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue, Night, Esiponage

Warning : E rating. Smutty smut. Dom/Sub vibe. Safe word and consent discussed.

A/N: I am half asleep while proofreading this thing. any mistake I will come back correct it later. and i tried. I really tried. Thank you @siilvan for listening to me ranting about the plot. @nrdmssgs for helping me with Russian word. and @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot for rotting my brain and the main trigger to the birth of this fic from this NIKOLAI RENDER

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Rising and falling tone of the Priest's prayer echoes through the wall of the small near empty church, reciting passages from the scripture.

The only two occupant to the ceremony, standing right in front of the altar, was Nikolai and yourself.

You lean your forehead against his, hand in hand, eyes closed, revering in this deep and sacred moment. 

“My Lastochka.” Nikolai murmured. Tinge of emotion in his slightly wavering voice. “My beautiful Lastochka.” he releases one of his hands and cupping your face gently as his thumb caresses your cheek. 

“I can’t give you a real wedding.” His guilt ridden face breaks your heart when he admits to you the harsh reality. “I… we.. we can’t get married legally. I am sorry. I asked you to be mine but…” 

Too many enemies. On both sides. Even with backings of strong allies, he couldn’t risk it. 

Not his beautiful bird. 

Gently grabbing his hands, you splayed it over your heart.

“I couldn’t care less what the world thinks.” you stroked his face. “I am yours already, body and soul.” 

The prayer came to a halt. Both of you open your eyes, and turn towards the and speak in a language you couldn’t quite understand. 

“Time for the vow.” Nikolai helpfully translated as he smiled. “Just repeat after him, as best as you can.” 

Pouting slightly, but couldn’t hide the smirk on your face, “Easier said than done.” You tried, with your best effort. The friendly priest slowed and broke down the sentences in little chunks to help you to get through the vow. You paused slightly at the middle, looking at the priest, then back towards Nikolai. He leaned forward slightly, whispering into your ear. His name. HIS REAL NAME. You nearly choked up as you repeated his name. Feeling it on your tongue. The sound of it in your ear. So sacred. So divine. He truly loves you. Trust you enough to entrust you with his real name. To let you hold that secret that only a handful of people in this world knows.

“See? You did well.” Nikolai squeezed your hand as you slid the simple gold band around his finger, giving you encouragement. Your heart melts and also some nether region which you really shouldn’t be feeling anything at this holy ground starts to heat up as well. 

The priest turned towards him, waving his hand to him, indicating it was his turn. Sentences flowing more freely. Letting his soothing baritone voice washes over you. Now you have the rest of your life to listen to it. You snapped your attention back when he gave your hand a light kiss, after sliding the wedding band on. 

Priest made the final prayer and smiled at you both as he closed his bible. 

“Now we are husband and wife. We are one.” Nikolai leans into your forehead again, cupping both of your face, eyes to eyes, gazing with adoration and love. 

“May I kiss my beautiful bride?” he asked with a husky voice as he hovered his lip mere millimetres away from yours. 

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” you smiled. Tears in your eyes. “The Lastochka is now forever yours. 

He is never satisfied with just one round.

Oh no. He will always make you scream out his name multiple times. Until you are satisfied. 

Overly satisfied.  

“You begged me for more, my little bird, who am I to deny my lover's request?” he purred, lapping up all the juice seeping out from your swollen lip, beard glistening with all the wetness, inciting another moan and shudder from you. “It will be sin to not make my bride fully satisfied on her wedding night.” 

His ability of coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you is mind blowing. Just as you thought you have nothing left in the tank, he draws out another blessed high out of you. With his tongue, mouth, hand or cock, or even just words of praises. 

You want to show the same amount of attention and love to him as well. 

This is where it leads you, kneeling in front of him, dressed in nothing but revealing lace lingerie, one hand at the base of his shaft, another gently massaging his balls, as you swirl your tongue at the tip of his cock, teasing him.

Nikolai grabs your chin with his thumb and finger, tilting the head up slightly to face him. You gave the tip a good suck, before releasing it with a deliberate pop, as you batter your eyes innocently, contrasting with the sly smile. 

“Being a tease, are we?” he smirked. “Now be a good little bird, Take it all in. Indulge me in what you can do.”  Tracing the contour of your face with his finger, until he reaches your mouth, sticking his thumb in.  “and make sure you swallow every drop of it when I fill this pretty mouth of yours with my pleasure. Nothing is to be wasted.” 

“As you wish…” sucking on his thumb lightly, while your hands running up and down his thigh, “Commander Nikolai.” you cooed. 

Oh, how his cock twitched, muscles tightened and eyes darkened with lust. You know you have played your card right. As much as you like the soft love making session, you also enjoy the dominating and possessive side of him, taking what he needs from you, yet still taking care of your needs. 

He leans back into the armchair, continuing to sip on the whisky from the tumbler glass, while looking down on you with lustful eyes. You couldn’t help it but clenching your thighs together trying to add some friction to sooth the heat and ache of your dripping core. 

Taking a deep breath in, you took as much of his cock into your mouth as possible. His length and girth never ceases to impress you. Sucking, twirling your tongue, where you couldn’t fit into your mouth, you pump it with your hand. Determine to pleasure him, to please him, and to show how much you appreciate him with all you got. 

As you feel his muscles tightening and breath hitching, you know he is getting close to his climax. Flickering your eyes up towards him, you can see him rolling his head back into the headrest, eyes closed and throaty groans could be heard over the obscene wet sound of your ministration. You feel his hand creeping up your shoulder, towards the back of your head, pressing down slightly, urging you to go deep as he thrust his hip up, matching your rhythm. 

Finally with a few more deep strokes, nearly choking you, he let out a loud groan as he finally released his hot cum into your mouth, as he continued to thrust into your mouth in a sloppy manner.

You sup up all his release until every drop of it was swallowed. Almost. You opened your mouth slightly as you pulled back, dragging your lip over the whole length of his still hardened member. 

You deliberately let a bit of your saliva and his cum dribble out as you lick around your lip, fully knowing the consequence of the action. After catching a bit of his breath, he leaned down towards your face, swiping his finger at the corner of your mouth and frowned. 

“What is this?” he tutted, “I think someone hasn’t been listening to my instructions.” 

You feigned displeased look on your face, fingers on your lips, “Oh, I am sorry, what can I do to make up for it?” leaning back onto your heel, you battered your eyes, as you duck your tongues in and out, licking your lip and teeth, questioning him. “Obviously I do deserve to be reprimanded for this… sloppy work.” 

“On your knees.” He demanded as he stood up from his chair, placing his glass onto the side table, slightly harder than intended. 

You followed his instruction quickly as you turned around, getting on all fours on the rug in front of the fireplace. You need him inside you NOW. Your sex is hot and dripping with wants. You tried very hard to refrain from touching yourself in the clit just to release that tension as you were sucking his cock. But you know the wait will be worth it once he starts to slam you with his hard and thick cock.

Kneeling down onto the rug, Nikolai positioned himself behind you. Leaning forward and whispering into your ear,  “Tell me if it's too much, my little bird.” he caresses your back, pushing you down slightly for better position. “You remember the safe word.” you nodded your head before you repeat the safe word both of you agree on, reassuring him.

Straightening himself up again, he grabs the meat of your ass, giving it a hard squeeze and massage before parting the cheek slightly, running the thumb down the crack, teasing a little over the tight ring, enticing a gasp from you, before continues down to the dripping folds of yours, sliding the fingers in and out.

“Wanting me so bad? Look at how wet you are already, and I haven’t even started..” pinching your clit,  you tilt your head back with a wanton moan, “Don’t worry. I will give you what you want, not before I get what I want from you first..”

With that, he grabbed his cock, teasing your opening slightly, sliding it up and down, wetting it before thrusting it in one go. 

It always feels so good. Too good. Getting stretched and taken from behind by him. He always knows where to aim, hitting the right spot, to give you the maximum pleasure, making you squirm and clench around his cock. He just knows your body too well. 

The sound of you moaning and gasping, along with his throaty groan, the slapping sound of body to body,slick wet sound of him thrusting fast in and out of your wet cunt into you echoes throughout the stone walled room, making it so dirty, so erotic, yet so sensual and passionate. 

“You take me so well, my beautiful bird,” he growled. “Look at you, squirming underneath me, you want it so bad? To cum hard on my cock?“ He asked as he changed the angle a bit, ghosting his thumb over your clit, teasing you. 

“Please let me cum please please please… ” you begged as you felt the coiling feeling building up fast.  With another few more hard thrust from him, you screamed out as you reached your orgasm, following not far behind with his own, his hot cum coating the inside of your wall, filling you. 

“Take it all in, Lastochka, take it, Keep it. Feel me, savour it… you mine.. No one else's… No one…..” he rambled on as he kept thrusting, until he was totally spent. Both of you collapsed onto the rug, panting away. He was careful not to put his weight on you, leaning his head into the crook of your neck, peppering you with kisses and words of praises, making sure you are alright.

“Remember, your punishment doesn’t end here… we still have all night to go through.” After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up again. You can feel him nibbling on your earlobe as he runs his hands up and down, grabbing your breast and teasing your nipple.  You can feel his cock starting to harden up again inside you. 

“Anything for you, my dear Nikolai.. Anything to satisfy my beloved husband. Please,take all you want.” you whispered, 

“This Lastochka is all yours, just as you are mine forever, дорогой.” 

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Lastochka AU - Strange tribulation

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: The shock, the anger, the banishment,the begging, and the finale.

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature Theme. swearing. alcohol use. Slight angst. Please check the tag for further warning ( didn't want to put spoilers here. slight spoiler really.) Inaccurate medical depictions.

Half proof read when I am half asleep. sorry.

A/N : Well, the finale to the crack series.

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“John… how did I fuck up so bad?”

“ You only got yourself to ask, don’t you? You did not heed my warning. Now, face the consequences. From what I have heard, you deserve it.” 

How did it go so wrong? 

You were in a good mood. Well, apart from that little hormonal meltdown ten minutes ago from accidental spilling of the icing sugar onto the counter, you were excited about the evening ahead. 

Today is the day.

You're going to tell him. Everything. 

Plus the unexpected surprise you only found out a few weeks ago. 

You were humming away as you took out the apfelstrudel from the oven. Perfect, I am such a baking genius. You thought, giving yourself a pat on the back. I’m sure Nikolai will like this. Not too sweet but great as an after dinner dessert.  You should ask König and his partner next time for more dessert recipes. 

You heard three rapid short knocks and two long knocks on the door.  Quickly wiping your hand on the apron, you double check everything on the table before rushing towards the door. 

“Nik!! Just in time! Come, I just finished baking…” Your smile faltered when he made no attempt to step over the threshold into the apartment. 

“Nikolai?” you call out his name timidly, reaching out for him. He took a step back,evading your touch. 

Taking a deep breath in, he whispered your name as he handed you the brown paper.Your heart dropped. He hardly calls you by your real name. “I’m not staying for dinner.” He looks at you, but it feels as if he’s looking past you, his eyes void of any emotion. “Just here to drop this off. If you want to contact the lawyer, the number is in there.” 

Lawyer? What for?

You open the envelope with shaky hands.

Application for divorce?

“Nik..I.. I don’t understand?” your voice wavered, looking back and forth between the paper and him. oh that goddamn fear is starting to bubble up again. 

“I am setting you free.”

“Free? But…” The room is spinning, deep breath in, and out, and in. you clutch tight to your apron, you can’t collapse right now. Not yet. Not until he knows. 

This isn’t happening. What is going on? Why is he doing this to you? After all the confession? All the attention he showered  you with. 

Is he sick of you? Throwing you aside because he is starting to get bored of the sex? And bored of you?

“I thought you love me?” Tears finally spilled down your face as you blinked a few times, trying to stay focused. Oh the ache… it hurts. Like someone has reached inside you, clenching and twisting your heart, stabbing it a few times before pulling it out and stomping on it. 

You feel sick. Physically sick. 

You saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes before turning his head away, avoiding your pleading look. Tense silence simmers between the two of you, to what seems like eternity before he starts walking away.

“Wait!!!’ you quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him from leaving. Your head is still reeling from the turn of event, but he has to know the unexpected surprise that you were supposed to tell him at dinner tonight. 

After all, both of you contributed to the production of this little miracle. 

Your other hand fishes around your apron pocket, grabbing the little square gloss printout and shove it into his hand. 

“I.. I only found out a few days ago. If.. if you want to come along to the next appointment…” you asked nervously, probing for his reaction. 

His expression went from surprised to mouth gaping to frowning all within a span of seconds. 

And you swore if you had a frying pan in your hand when you heard the next sentence spill out from his mouth, you would have smacked him on the head. Hard. 

“Is that MY baby?” 

Oh.

Oh, the accusation. Now you know why he is serving you the divorce paper. 

Something snapped in you. All you see is crimson red. 

From his expression, he clearly knew he shouldn’t have opened his damn stupid mouth. 

“NIKOLAI.” you growled, not bothering to contain your anger. Not caring if the whole apartment building can hear you as you unleash the fury onto him. “IF that is even your real name, I am sure it isn’t.” you jab him on the chest, taking a step closer.“How dare you.” you snared, “How DARE you question my loyalty towards you. Our marriage might be an unconventional one, but I was committed to you. I had no one else but you.” Throwing your arms open wide, gesturing in the air, continuing your verbal assault. “But that doesn’t mean much to you anymore, does it?” you laughed bitterly.” Because you wouldn’t believe any words that come out from my mouth right now, including you not believing this child I am carrying right now is yours.” Giving him the final push to push him further away from the door,  "I was stupid enough to think there might be a chance for the two of us, but, hey! Clearly not! Because I am the naive one that has fallen under your charm and look where it got me. Humiliated. I deserve it, don’t I?”

You feel pang of guilt when you see his contorted face at your retort to his hidden accusation, but the devilish part of you, the fearsome Mini MacTavish, full of fury, didn’t care what his feeling right now would be. 

Turning back into your apartment, you grabbed the pen inside the trinket bowl you kept beside the front door. Pulling the rest of the paperworks out from the envelope, you quickly signed all the required spots that were already marked X, and threw them back into his face. 

“Take the fucken paper, do whatever you want with it. I will be contacting your lawyer to file a restraining order against you. From this moment on, I will have nothing to do with you, and you will have nothing to do with me, or this baby. Since you clearly have given up being in any relationship with them the moment you denied your connection with them.”

Nikolai just stood there, stunned. 

“Oh, don’t look so shocked, this is what you were here for, right?” Yanking the rings off your finger, you threw it into his chest. The ring just bounced off his chest and clanking noises echo through the corridor as it drops onto the concrete floor. “Take this back with you while you are there. Now you can give it to the next woman who is just as dumb as me, to make them  your next victim. Never, ever, show your face in front of me again. Good day.” You spat out at him before slamming the door shut, never giving him a chance to reply. 

You slid down against the door, covering your mouth, but you just couldn't hold back anymore. You let out a strangled whimper before bursting into tears. 

You knew you would regret the moment you agreed to this sham marriage. 

How stupid of you thinking all of the things he promised you are real. 

Regret is a punishment. 

And you will be punishing yourself for a long time with the foolish choice you have made a year ago. 

Gaz fumbled in his pocket looking for his personal phone as it vibrated for the twentieth time. He frowned as he looked at this screen, all these miss calls from you. 

“Soap!” Gaz yelled out over the thundering noise of the helicopter they just disembarked. “Is your phone working???” 

“Perfectly, why?”  Soap yelled out his reply as he finished his conversation with Ghost, ready to head into the building. “Something wrong?” 

“Oh, no. Just… nothing.” Gaz hummed as he thought of all the possibilities of why you were desperately getting in contact with him. Couldn’t be a family emergency, otherwise Soap would be the first person you contact or the Captain for that matter.  

Nevertheless, he better ring you back. 

“KYLE!!!!” The first thing he heard after the call was connected was your crying voice. “He doesn’t love me anymore!!!” you bawled. 

“Wow, wait, wait, what are you talking about?” Gaz was confused. “By him.. I assume you are talking about your husband?Nikolai?” 

“Who else would I be talking about!!! My husband with benefits!!! He doesn’t want me anymore!!” 

“Pardon me?”  Husband with benefits?? Gaz was utterly confused. “Uh, isn’t that just marriage?”

“No!!! It’s different…. Marriage is a marriage… A husband with benefits is not a marriage!” you rambled on. “A husband with benefit is just a husband that give you a good fuck and occasional good time! But marriage is when both of you love each other and you get laid and occasional good times as well… and.. He said he doesn’t love me anymore before I could confess my love to him!!” 

Gaz feels like his head is going to explode. Nothing that came out of your mouth was making any sense. What exactly was going on with you and Nikolai?

“Ok, I am not quite following. You have to explain to me, RIGHT FROM BEGINNING.” He knew there was something going on between you and Nikolai with the sudden announcement of marriage. But this strange event? He couldn’t quite follow. The two of you seem perfectly in love with each other? 

You spilled everything out to him, right from how he accidentally picked you up in front of the apartment, the alleyway incident, the break in, the “marriage”, and now… 

“He is asking for a divorce! And he doesn’t believe the baby is his!!” 

Hold on? Did he miss something?

“Mini.. wait, rewind a bit, what was that bit about the baby?”

“The baby is his!” you sobbed.

“Who’s carrying what baby?” Gaz is secretly hoping what he is hearing isn’t what he is thinking…

“I am pregnant Gaz!! With Nikolai’s baby!” you replied, hiccuping. 

“YOU ARE WHAT?!!!” Gaz screamed, startling everyone in the locker room. Oh shit this is not good. Not good at all, he thought. 

Soap walked past, towel on his shoulder as he was ready to step into the shower. “Is that Mini? What stupid shit has she done this time?”

Oh, won’t call it stupid shit but it's close enough he thought. From all the mess you have just described to him. Ignoring Soap, he quickly put on his clean uniform, forgoing the shower and dash out of the locker room to talk to you in private.

He ended up comforting you over the phone for two hours. By the time he hung up the call, his mind was in such a jumble, he didn't even know where to start. 

“Please, don’t tell Johnny. Or my family. I want to sort this thing out myself first.”

“How?”

“... I don’t know.”

“Fucken steaming jesus.”

“Now you sound like Johnny.”

“Been around him for too long.” 

Well, you only said you can’t tell your family..

Standing in front of the office door, he took a deep breath before giving it three sharp rapid knocks. 

“Come in.” Price’s deep voice answered.

As Gaz enters, he notices the captain has just set his phone down on the desk, sighing.

Brows raised, Gaz silently asks the Captain if things are going okay. 

“I’m fine. Family is fine. What can I do for you?” Price asked Gaz, waving towards the seat on the opposite side of the desk, asking him to sit. 

“Well.. There’s something I promised Mini I wouldn’t tell Soap..” Gaz said, careful with his wordings. He noticed his Captain’s brows shot up as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Well, if it’s regarding her and Nikolai.. “ he replied as he patted his phone on the table. “I just got off the phone with him, that muppet sounded utterly distraught.” 

Gaz snorted. Distraught? What has he got to be distraught about when he was the one that asked for the divorce? “Well, I don’t know why he is all moping and sad when he just ditched his wife and future child.” 

Price froze. 

“What?” 

“What? Oh.” 

Ah shit. 

“Are you sure he will turn up?” Gaz asked as he sipped his beer as he eyes the door. Price hummed as he paid the bartender for the drinks. “ I made sure he will. And speaking of the devil…” 

The door to the pub swung open and a tall man with a buzzcut marched in, dragging a tall, broadly-built and dishevelled-looking man in tow.

“Yuri.” Price greeted Nikolai’s second in command. “Thank you for the help.” 

“Don’t mention it.” Yuri replied as he positioned a moody and already half drunk Nikolai onto the bar stool. “Sick of this идиот slumping about and crying about his wife and not being able to do anything. If you can, sort him out. Whack some sense into him.” 

“My Lastochka.. I am sorry….” Nikolai mumbled as he slump against the bar table, lamenting. “I shouldn’t have let you go… I’m sorry…” he raised his head, trying to steady himself to focus on Price with his blurry bloodshot eyes. 

“John… how did I fuck up so bad?”

“ You only got yourself to ask, don’t you? You did not heed my warning. Now, face the consequences. From what I have heard, you deserve it.” Price grunted as he took a sip of his drink. “You should consider yourself lucky she hasn’t set Soap and Ghost after you.” 

"I did what I had to do! To set her free.. from my cage.. she deserves to find her own happiness. She seems happier with someone else… " Nikolai retorted, trying to justify his action. 

Gaz, unsympathetic towards the sulking Russian man in front of him, snarled at him as he slammed down his glass of beer. “Well, too late isn’t it? Blindsided her, not giving her a chance to explain and accusing her of something that she would never do, now you are lamenting about the mistake?” Gaz leaned forward a bit more, ready to get physical. 

“Gaz.” Price grabbed Gaz's shoulder, trying to hold him back. As much as the urge of giving his friend some slap on the head himself for shattering your heart, he needs to stay level headed, to talk some sense into him. 

“Captain. Let me finish.” Gaz shrugs off Price’s hand, as he grabs hold of Nikolai’s collar. “Do you know how much she adores you? Everytime we catch up, she can't stop talking about you.  Nikolai this, Nikolai that. I need to find a new recipe for Nikolai. I need to go home early because Nikolai is coming over.” Gaz snorted. “Clearly that goes all over your head. Meaningless. Just someone you used as pleasure and dumped away as you pleased.” 

Gaz let go of Nikolai’s collar, and the man slumped back onto the table, not replying, but grabbed Price’s glass of whisky and proceeded to scull it all down, trying to drown and numb his own pain in alcohol. 

Clearly from what he gathered from Gaz and bits from Nikolai when he could talk coherently, there is still hope between you and Nikolai.

He wants to see his friend out of misery. He wants to see you happy,someone he loves dearly almost as a daughter, someone who he watched growing from a shy teenage girl into a fine mature woman.

The feeling is still there. Neither of you wanted to admit or let it go completely. They need to do something.

“I got a plan.” 

“You sure this is a wise idea Captain?” Gaz asked, worryingly. “Last I heard she was filing a restraining order against him.” The three men dragged almost unconscious Nikolai up flights of staircases of the apartment. “Plus I don’t want to face the fury of a pregnant woman… it wasn’t much fun when I experienced it last time…”Gaz shivered as he recalled the memory of his sister, in her final stage of pregnancy, fully blasting at him for a little mistake ( well, he admitted it was his fault.). Yuri nodded his head fast, clearly agreeing.

Three of them decided the best course of action, with the persuasion of Price, even if it’s breaking the law and your wishes, was to let the two of you talk it out, face to face, for one final time. 

“I don’t think either of our team will have a moment of peace if we don’t get this over with." Price grunted as he dropped the deadweight body of Nikolai in front of the door. "I'll bear the consequences if this doesn't work out." He jerks his head towards your apartment, giving him the go ahead. 

"Ok here goes nothing." Gaz recites a silent prayer as he presses the call button on his phone. Few seconds later he could hear the faint sound of your phone ringing from the otherside of the door, and the muffled sound of you mumbling before answering the call, sounding tired and drained. He must have woken you up. 

"What's going on for you to ring this late?” you yawned. “Wait, did something happen to Johnny?? Or the team?" Your voice raised with anxiousness. 

“Everyone is alright, don’t panic, um,” Gaz shot a look at both Price and Yuri. “Could you.. Open your front door please? I am just outside.” 

Your apartment door opens up immediately. “Kyle! Why… oh, Captain, um, Yuri too?” 

you looked down as your foot accidently kicked Nikolai's body on the ground, expression turned from surprised to horrified to anger.

“Kyle.” you took a deep breath in, piqued by your best friend’s deception. “You know I don’t want to see his face again.” you then proceed to turn towards Price and Yuri. “and you two!! 

“His idea.” Yuri just pointed at Price, unapologetic for dobbing him in. 

Price held up both of his hands,defending himself. “You two need to talk. Let him explain himself. Give him a chance.” 

You snorted. Giving Nikolai’s unmoving body a slight tap with your toe. “Well, if this piece of haggis is still breathing. Then maybe.”  

“Good! Problem solved! Ok, then we leave the two of you be.” Gaz quickly took a step back, tucking both men on each side, ready for retreat. 

“Wait!!!” you called out, pointing at your stomach. “Are you three going to leave a pregnant woman to try carrying this deadweight into the apartment??” 

Nikolai slowly opened his eyes to a familiar ceiling. 

But it’s not his own apartment.  But a place he thought he would never set his foot in again. 

How did he get here?? 

Running his hand down his face as he slowly adjusted his position on the couch, letting the blanket that was draping over his body slowly slide down onto the floor, trying to get a sense of things. 

“Finally awake?” 

His head snapped up as he heard your voice. He took a sharp breath in as he slowly took your feature in.

His head is reeling from both hungover and the sight of you, someone he missed and hasn't seen in a few months. 

There you are, standing behind the couch, with a steaming hot mug, with an irritated expression on your face. 

And your stomach. Raised bump can be seen even with the loose fitting lounge wear you are currently in. 

Busting in pregnancy glow.

His beautiful Lastochka. Carrying a life within you. 

His child. 

You step forward and pass the hot mug into his hand, only letting go after you made sure he wouldn’t spill the content onto himself with his unsteady hand. 

“I know you are not a fan of ginger. But this will help you with the hangover.” you commented before walking away towards the kitchen again, fixing yourself a drink. 

He slowly took a sip, frowning slightly at the smell and taste of ginger, followed by the tangy taste of lemon,sweetness of honey.. And..

Raspberry jam. 

Similar to the way to the drink he made for you when you were struck down by sickness months ago.  

He took another sip, trying to swallow the bit of sadness that is surfacing up. He can’t crumble in front of you. He can’t show his weakness.  

Distracting himself, he looked around the apartment. That is when he notices all the packing boxes that are haphazardly lying around. 

“... you moving?” he asked, voice husky from dehydration and being hungover. 

Walking back towards the couch area as you stir your own drink, you replied, “I am. Going to move in with my parents back in Scotland. My boss is gracious enough to let me work remotely, and only needs to be physically present for a few times a year afterwards.”  you gripped your mug before continuing. “I’ll be out of your neck in no time. You wouldn’t need to  see my face again for hopefully forever after.” 

“Lastochka…” he starts speaking, brain trying to catch up to the fact that you were going to move away from this country, away from him. 

“Don’t call me that.” you replied coldly. Nikolai never felt fear like this before. Not even when he was faced with the prospect of death, looking down the barrel of the enemy's gun.  “You have lost your right to call me the day you decided to turn your back on me and your child.” you spat out the last few words, anger started to rise. “Price and two others tried to convince me to talk to you, but why? Give me one bloody damn good reason why I should even bother!” 

“Please just let me explain…” Nikolai begged as he sat up more from the couch. “I was wrong, I was stupid enough thinking you were happier with someone else. Convince myself you don’t love me.”

“Did you even give me a chance to explain at all?’ you growled. Nikolai opened his mouth, and closed it. “No you didn’t. You make assumptions everytime I try to explain, cutting me off. Coming to your own conclusion.” blowing out air from your nose like an angry bull, ready to charge into fight. “You could have me, Nikolai. I loved you. I was going to tell you that the night you denied me.” Tears start to stream down your face as you try hard to let the emotion get the better of you, to no avail. “But it’s too late. Finish that drink and get out of my face.” 

You turned away from him, not daring to look at his distraught face.

This is for the best. For both of you.

For you and the baby. 

A sharp pain struck you all of sudden. Holding your stomach, you let out a yelp as you dropped to your knees, spilling the hot drink in your hand onto the carpet in the process.

Nikolai quickly stood up, jumping over the couch and kneeling beside you. 

“What’s wrong lasto…. Mini, tell me what is wrong? Are you feeling pain? Is the baby ok?”

Shaking your head, you try hard to control your breathing. He quickly scoop you up into his arm, into a bridal carry. 

“I’m taking you to the hospital,” he declared.

“You are NOT taking me to hospital.” you replied as you grit your teeth, cold sweat running down your forehead. “Just call my obgyn first before you do anything.”

“You are a stubborn little thing.” he growled, getting irritated by your stubbornness. “I am taking you to the hospital NOW, no matter what you say.” 

He grabbed your phone and key and ran down the stairs at lightning speed, with you in his arms. As he burst through the door onto the street, ready to hi-jack a bypassing car, he spotted a familiar figure a few metres away.

Nikolai was surprised to see that Gaz was leaning against a car, playing on his phone. “Uh, totally not stalking you two.. Was going to take you two out for brunch…wait, what’s wrong with Mini??” Gaz stopped when he saw you in Nikolai’s arm, in pain. 

“What are you doing here Gaz?! Nevermind, you got your car? Take us to the hospital.” Nikolai piled into the car without waiting for a reply, as he held you tight in the backseat. 

“Kyle… make sure you drive slowly.. Don’t drive like a maniac … Like Nikolai..because you are not from Russia….” you squeeze out a joke. 

Both of them turned to look at you with an incurious expression. “ Seriously Mini? Not a great time..” Gaz tutted as he turned his attention back towards the front, ready to attack the road. “ but I can relate…. But in a helicopter.. Piloted by him…”

“Hey! You survived though. So did I. Ugh my head…” you chuckled nervously, now feeling headache joining the discomfort. 

“Ok now shut up and just drive. We can discuss my skills later.” Nikolai ordered Gaz, unamused, not impressed with the two of you arguing away in an emergency situation.

Gaz let out a huff as he stepped on the accelerator.

“Now, looking at the result of the tests and exams, the baby is growing healthy and normal. You are just under too much stress and fatigue.” The doctor turns to Nikolai. “You shouldn’t have let your wife… “

“Ex-wife.” you corrected. 

“Wife.” Nikolai replies, in turn correcting you. 

"Ex-husband with benefits."

"Wife I pick up on the side of the road."

The doctor gave the two of you a confused look. “Alright, Wife and maybe ex-wife, or whatever the endearment you use to call each other, to be under so much stress. She needs to pull herself back a bit, if she is going to survive through the rest of the pregnancy. Now I’ll go file some paperwork first before discharging you. In the meantime, relax.” the doctor gave you a pointed look and warned, and left the two of you alone in the room. 

“What is the meaning of this Nikolai?” you questioned him, confused by his previous answer about the marital status. “ I thought we signed the paperwork and everything was finalised?” 

“YOU signed the paperwork. I haven’t.” he said. “I never.. I never submitted the divorce paper. It’s still sitting in my office. In the corner. Gathering dust.” Running a hand over his face, confessing the truth. 

“Oh.” you don’t know how to reply to this new development. “Um. I did get around to taking out a restraining order against you though.”

“... Oh.” 

“So you are actually breaking the law. Few times. Already.” you pointed out, slightly guilty. Technically he didn’t come to your apartment willingly, but was literally dragged and dumped onto your doorstep. “But that is not the biggest problem here. Why? Why with all the trouble serving me with the divorce paper, and not submitting it?” you questioned him as you mentally swatting that slight glitter of hope in the back of your mind.

“After seeing your reaction that night, I thought.. I thought I might be wrong about my assumption..” Nikolai whispered.

“No shit.” you snorted. “Like I said before, you never gave me a chance to explain, and accused me of sleeping with other people and trying to pass the baby as yours? Utterly insulting Nikolai. Humiliating.” 

“ I am sorry.” he muttered, head hung down in shame. 

“You should be.” You jabbed his hand. Sighing you turned your attention towards the slightly opened door. You can just see Gaz hovering about in the corridor, trying to be a sticky beak. You gave him a glare and he silently apologised with a smile before closing the door, giving you and Nikolai some privacy. 

“Nik." You gently reach out to touch his hand, he slowly raises his head back up, looking at you with sad puppy eyes. Almost reminds you of Johnny when he gets caught doing something wrong. "If I didn’t have any tiny ounce of feeling for you at all from the beginning, I wouldn’t have agreed to the union. Even if it’s for mutual benefits.”

“very good mutual benefits.”

“Shut up.” you smack his hand this time. “Let me finish.” He closed his mouth immediately, obeying you this time. 

Taking a deep breath in, you finally make the confession you were supposed to months ago. 

“Nikolai, or whatever your name is, if you are going to tell me one day. I love you. I do love you, still. Even after all the turmoils you put me through.” you look down at the jointed hand. “I was bitter, I was angry, I was drowning in sorrow. But I just couldn’t let you go. I realised I have fallen for you too deep, to jump out of it completely." 

“My life has been turned upside down the day I met you on the side of the road. almost kidnapped, assassinated, my ass shot at."Nikolai clicks his tongue and starts mumbling curses at König as he remembers the day your ass got damaged.

You ignored him and continued on."But would you believe even with those crazy things happening, I had the best time of my life. With you by my side." 

"Lastochka.." he murmured,testing the water. His eyes brightened at your confession. His hand slowly glides up towards your stomach, giving in a light caress before making its way up towards your face, cupping your cheeks. 

"I must be fucken off my head to let you back into my life. These damn pregnancy hormones." You rolled your eyes as you let out an exaggerated sigh."Consider this your lucky day that your daughter helped to save her Papa from being kicked into the dog house permanently." You huffed out.

Nikolai's smile couldn't be any brighter. 

" Are we having a girl?? Humm maybe I need few of the crews to station around her so no pests will come and take her away from me and taint her…"

"NIKOLAI." You stared at him with an unimpressed expression." You are thinking way too far ahead. She is still a foetus."

"Forward planning, my little bird. One can never be too careful." 

You chuckled. " and that is one quality I love about you."

His smile softened as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, before closing the gap for a kiss. 

Your hand grasped around his gold chain as he deepened the kiss. You felt a familiar object dangling at the end of it. Is that….

“The wedding ring and band?” you whispered as you broke the kiss, looking down at the two rings attached to the chain. 

“I have it with me all the time, Lastochka.” he said as he unhook the chain from his neck, taking the two rings out. “hanging onto that little bit of hope of winning you back some day, to beg for forgiveness. To be together with you again.”

“Well,you did… ” 

“ successfully,” he interjected, proudly. 

“Shush. I still haven't fully forgiven you. You still have a lot of things to make up for."

He stood up from the chair, and proceeded to kneel in front of the hospital cot, with his signature cocky smirk that you miss so much.

“Well, as a start, my lovely Lastochka, would you marry me? Again? For your own protection? And for love?”

“ Just put that ring onto my finger. You bampot.”  

“Got a visual, Commander. They are walking out right now.” The voice crackled through Nikolai’s earpiece, confirming his worst fear. 

Snatching the binocular off Yuri’s hand, he let out a snarl as he spotted the targets. He is going to get rid of the threat once for all. 

“All teams on standby.” Nikolai commanded. Reaching for his weapon on his side. 

“Are you sure this is a good idea Commander?” Yuri asked, slightly worried. “What if she finds out.. What if both of them find out…” 

“It’s for the best. I will bear the consequences.” 

There is no way he’s going to let him take his precious little dove away. It’s enough that his father injured his Lastochka, there is no way he is letting his son do the same…

Suddenly he felt a chill running down his spine. Quickly spinning around, Nikolai’s eyes widened. 

“Bear what consequences? Humm? Nikolai? Care to explain?” You stood there, arms crossed , with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. 

“Lastochka… I can explain…” Nikolai held both of his hands up, ready to defend himself from your onslaught. You grabbed his shoulder and leaned forward as you narrow your eyes “are you spying on Anya again????” you asked. 

“Look.. if you just let me…”

“.... we’ve been breached. I repeat, we are breached by an unexpected intruder, all unit ready to exfil.” you snap your head around towards Yuri as he radios the rest of the Chimera soldiers, sweat starts running down his forehead. 

“YURI. Don’t you dare. Just wait until I tell your wife…” you warned him. 

Another voice joined in. “PAPA!!!!” Anya yelled out as she spotted you and the rest of the team. “I told you not to follow me! Again!” 

“Again??” The tall young man beside her asked, totally confused. 

Anya pouted, and proceeded to explain to her date. “Papa always stalks me whenever I go out on a date! Scaring everyone away…“

“Look my Облачко, Papa is trying to protect you!!! This Сволочь doesn’t deserve you…” Nikolai cooed as he talked to his daughter, trying to convince her of the evilness of the boy standing beside her.

“How dare you call my son a bastard?” A loud booming voice joined in the conversation, anger by the insult. “If it wasn’t for the sake of your wife standing here…”

You buried your face in your hand as you groaned, where the hell did König pop out from?? You seriously don’t need any more complication from this already bizarre situation. 

“Looks like we need to settle this argument, by force. Again.” Nikolai took a step closer to the Giant Austrian, taunting.

“I agree.” König tilted his head up, cocking his eyebrow. “Paintball?”

“Paintball it is.” 

“Your team free next Friday?” 

“Let's see..”Nikolai took his phone out, checking the schedule.  “Oh no, we are out on a mission.. How about Saturday, three weeks from now?”

“Oh good good. My wife will be free too. Hey Mini, can you bake something to bring along? We can organise a picnic during lunch break for everyone.” König turned towards you, already typing out messages to his team and his wife. 

Oh fucken steaming jesus. Not again…

“Ma…”Anya tucking your sleeve. “What the hell is happening??Why are they organising paintball matches all of sudden?”

You sighed. “Well.. let me tell you a story..how your Ma gets into this mess with your Papa and your uncles and aunties..”

The unlucky incidents.

The string of coincidences.

The strange but lovely life of Mini MacTavish. 

...... and Mini's ass got shot again.

Well, this is the end.

In @siilvan's words, this series started off from a taxi meme and turned into a mini unhinge crack series. and turned angst. I don't know what I was thinking.

Thanks for sticking with me peeps. I hope you all enjoyed the strange and unhinge series. it was a lot of fun to write, and maybe someday i'll come up with offshoots to this strange series.

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Lastochka AU - Seven Seas - 1

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Going against the odds of society's expectation and prejudice, you made a name for yourself as Lady Fortuna of the sea. but one day ....

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature Theme. swearing. violence. inaccurate period/historical depiction. or languages. or facts. everything.

A/N : Well, I started another AU. Thanks to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot's mouth frothing render of Buccaneer!Nikolai. Please go check out her wonderful renders and story :D and oh... this was suppose to be part of the 141 challenge ooops I was tooooo late. sorry @glitterypirateduck! oops.

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Credit : @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot

“Pirate! Starboard!!” 

“Captain! They are getting closer!!” 

You knew this wasn’t going to be an easy journey. You had a hunch about it the moment you boarded the ship.  And usually your hunch never fails you. 

“That’s a Schooner. They might look small, but they will catch up to us no matter what we do. We will never outran that ship.”  you heard the Captain mumbling, as he looked through his telescope, trying to identify the ship.  

Putting down the telescope he sighed. “The only chance of escaping is to face them.”

Treasurer might be a government commissioned ship, but being a merchant ship and designed to carry cargo and goods, it was never equipped with the heavy cannon or artillery like the naval battle ship. A chill runs down your spine. They have no choice but let the pirate board the ship and fight them in close combat. 

“Arm yourself! Ready for battle!” The Captain yelled at the crews,before he turned around and escorted you back to your resting quarter. “Lady MacTavish, you will be safer down there than up here. Go.” 

You wanted to argue with him but you know better than disobeying a Captain’s command. 

This is probably the first time you have met with real danger on the sea after years of sailing. 

You started sailing with the merchant ship from the day you became of age. 

You have begged and bribed your father for years to be a passenger to sail on one of the merchant ships that sails from Port Inbhir Nis to London, delivering the orders of whisky and woven goods from your parent’s distillery and farm to the clients down south.

“Please Da! I have never been to London before! Besides, Johnny will be there too, you have nothing to worry about.” you begged. 

Lord MacTavish sighed. Putting down the document he was reviewing, he leaned in, clasped his hand and frowned. He looks straight into your eyes, tries to reason with you. 

“You know how superstitious the crews are about taking women onboard a ship…” he started.

“I can pretend to be a man!” you countered. 

“Not that easy you know..” 

“I got an idea!” you clap your hand together, as another excuse comes up. “Social season is starting soon in London, So…”

“You can get there by land….”

“Will be too late. You know how long it takes! Plus my bottom will be so sore by the end of the journey…”  

“Language, Mini.” your father warned. “You've never been on a ship or boat before..” “River boat Da, I've been on a river boat once.” “Fine. once. But the open sea is a totally different business. The unforgiving waves, the danger…” 

“Da. After growing up with Johnny, do you think anything will faze me?”

“... True.” 

“Just remember to behave a bit more like a lady….”  not waiting for him to finish his words, you surge forward and give him a big hug. 

“Oh thank you Da! Thank you!” you pepper kisses on your father’s face, all excited. You knew your father wouldn’t say no to you. You have always been the jewel in their eyes, their precious little gem. You were brought on in a very unconventional way compared to the other noble ladies. Sure, you have learn how to read, write, etiquettes, languages and sewing like other girls, but you also run around like a wild goose with your older brother Johnny, learning how to fight, use swords and roll around in mud, climbing trees, all the un-lady like things you can think of? You’ve done it. 

“I hope I am making the right decision… Now just try to convince your Ma…”He mumbled as he patted your back. 

He manages to find a merchant ship that is willing to take you onboard, after paying a nice sum of money to the Captain and the crew to take a young lady and a few of the servants onboard with them.  

When you reached London at the end of the journey, the Captain was amazed how smooth sailing the trip was.

“I have been going up and down this stretch for the last fifteen years, I have never,ever had a more uneventful but smooth sailing journey than this!” 

Second, third, and fourth journey was the same. Rumours started to spread that contrary to the superstition, you were a lucky charm, a sure guarantee for a fast and safe journey.

Suddenly everyone is fighting to take you onboard. To your parents’ surprise. They would have thought you will be giving up on the “sailor’s game” by now but instead you have come home with your brother blabbering how much fun you had and all the invitations you have received from various Captains for more journeys in the future. 

They reluctantly let you continue on after they discovered people were willing to pay good money to have you onboard. You were also helping to manage your father’s business by dealing and expanding clientiles in London, also sometimes going across the channel, into the continents. 

You slowly made a name for yourself not just being Lady MacTavish, but Lady Fortuna, lady luck, the one who brings good fortune and safety for anyone who travels with you. 

Gossips spread within the social circles. Good gossip, bad gossip.

Good gossips of how other ladies are envious of you, how much freedom your parents gave you despite being a lady, being a woman. 

Bad gossips of how you must have slept around to gain so many favours and names amongst the merchants and sailors, how you were only just a northern barbarians 

But you ignore the rumours. You were just happy you have become an independent woman. Even with reassurance from Johnny he would look after you in the unfortunate event of both of your parents passing, you don’t want to be dependent on anyone. You don’t want to be a burden. What if Johnny’s future spouse hates you and kicks you out of the house? 

How many times have you witnessed yourself the stories of young ladies with not a penny under their name, ditched by their siblings after their parents passing, nearly ending up on the street. You were glad she was in the position of wealth and social status to reach out to help resettling those girls, helping them to find a respectable job to bring in some income.

You are proud of what you have managed to achieve. And you are thankful for your family’s support, no matter how reluctant they are at the beginning.

And for years, things have been peaceful… until today.

Well, if your father knows the dire situation that is happening right now, he probably regrets the decision he made way back to them to let you step onto ships. 

The sound of crews yelling and running around on the main deck was getting more frantic as the minute went by. 

Your poor young maid huddles in the corner of the room, shaking and sobbing. This was the young girl’s first time on a ship, after hearing your reputation, she eagerly volunteered to accompany you on the journey, never expecting to be in such a dire situation. 

“Aye, to hell. I cannot just sit here like a damsel in distress…” you came to the conclusion after pacing up and down in the small room while listening to the yelling and screaming up on the deck. 

You open your trunk and throw all the clothes onto the bed as you dig right to the bottom. 

“Ah here it is.” you dragged the Claymore out from the bottom of the trunk. You never thought this day would have come. Johnny had insisted you pack the sword for each of your travels (to your Ma’s aghast). 

“I just wish I never have to use this thing…” 

“Neither do I, my dear sister. But, if anything happens, I wouldn’t be there to protect you, but it comforts me that you will be well equipped, and show those enemies what a Scottish lass can do.” 

“Here, take this.” You shove the fork and knife that was left on the table from meal time into your crying maid’s hands. “Lock and block the door after I go out, and go hide under the bed or closet. Understand??”

“But my Lady…” 

“That’s an order. Follow it.” you gave her no room to argue and marched out the door.

You storm up the staircase, dragging the sword behind you. You pushed open the double door that leads towards the upper deck. 

You were greeted with the chaotic sight of yelling, screaming and the metal sound of swords clashing together. No one seems to have noticed you emerging from the door as they were all focused on fighting their enemies. You would be lying if you said you aren’t scared witless. But what else can you do? You are in the middle of the sea, nowhere to escape, instead of hiding in the cabin and crying about your imminent death. You are a MacTavish! Proud Scottish! You will fight until your last breath if you have to.

Qui audet adipiscitur, Audeamus. 

The family motto that has been drilled into your brain. Make your ancestors proud. As your grandfather repeats day in and day out when he was still alive.

Quickly scanning through the deck,you were relieved to see everyone is still alive, if not only slightly injured. Maybe your Lady Luck magic is still working, but for how long you wondered. It wouldn’t be long before a casualty appears if you don’t do something.    

Following the sound of the familiar voice, you spotted the Captain, towards the quarter deck, currently in a deep battle of what seems to be the Captain or the Commander of a pirate ship. 

Quickly mumbling a prayer under your breath, gathering your courage, you hauled the sword up onto your shoulder, silently thanking Johnny’s insistence of dragging you into training with the sword everyday until he ran off to London after purchasing himself an officer position.  

Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and automatically parted ways as they spotted you, a noble lady, with a broad sword that is nearly as tall as you, marching towards the front of the ship, full of purpose, like a highlander marching into her last battle. None of them dared to stop you. 

“Stop the fighting at this instance!” You bellowed out the order. Your Captain’s eyes widened as spotted you over the shoulder of the enemy, dodged out of the way just in time as the enemy tried to aim at his neck. 

The whole ship came into an eerie silence as the fighting came to a halt. Only the sound of crashing waves and seagulls screeching could be heard as everyone turned their attention to you.

You stab the claymore onto the deck floor in front of you, resting your hands on the end of the hilt. 

“My Lady… I told you…” you hold up a hand, silencing the Captain. Giving him a look. I’ll handle this.  

You just hope the plan you have formulated in your brain will work. Even if it comes at a cost. 

The tall man, who you assume is the Commander and Captain of the pirate ship, slowly turned around, while swinging his sword around at the same time, taking aim at your face.

Don’t back down Mini, Don’t back down. You keep reminding yourself as you shuffle your feet wider, standing firm. 

For a second you could see a flash of surprise from his body language. “A noble woman, a Scottish one too.well, that is something new.”  The man smirked, while scanning you up and down. But not in a leering way. You have been enough men to distinguish the difference between someone who is looking at you like a common whore and someone who is trying to suss you out. 

You took a quick glance at him yourself, trying to guess his origin. Eastern European? You deduced from his slight accent. Possibly well educated, for commanding fluent English. Tall, well built with strong arm muscle, slightly dark skinned as all the sailors have from long voyages under the sun, black sleek hair with a slightly rugged beard. 

Quite a handsome man, you have to admit. 

“Where are my manners?” he took off his traveller's hat, taking an exaggerated bow, all the while still keeping his eyes on you. “ Commander Nikolai, Captain of Chimera, Privateer, at your service.” 

“Privateer..” you mumbled. “sleekit basturts.” Trying to make himself sound more grand than a pirate is he? 

“What was that?” He smiled, but you know the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Nothing.” you rolled your eyes. 

You returned the greeting, announcing your name and clan name. “... of Clan MacTavish.” you said proudly. You could see a flash of confusion followed by recognition in his eyes. Has he heard of your family before? But where could he have heard it from? 

“I have a proposition for you.” you tilt your head, ignoring that question you have in your head, and putting your plan into motion. 

He cockily raised an eyebrow as he lowered his sword, suddenly taking interest in what deals you have to offer. 

“Take me instead. And whatever cargo you want. All I ask is for you to let my crew go, with enough food and water for them to sail to the nearest port.” 

“My lady!!!” Your Captain and any crews that were close enough to you gasped, shocked by the idea and protesting. You turned your head to look at him for a few seconds, giving a stern look. Please trust me on this. You pleaded with your eyes.

“Keeping a woman onboard? Bah! That will certainly bring bad luck! I mean look at what happened.. “ one of the pirates with .. what seems to be a sack or cloth over his head, waved his hand and laughed. Your crew booed and jeered at the idiot who clearly hadn't heard of your reputation and the luck you have brought for them. 

You ignored his jeering and took a step closer to the Pirate’s Captain, “Give me one month, and I can prove to you, I can bring you more money and luck you wish for. If not, feel free to go ahead and ask my parents for a ransom.” you tilt your head up confidently. Or try to act confidently. You were actually panicking and formulating alternative plans if he doesn’t accept the offer. Maybe you should have just swung your sword and chopped his head off just now when you had the chance. 

But some weird part of your heart told you not to do it. That intuition you always trust. 

This man might have some use to you later on. You decided. 

“So, what do you think?” you pushed him again. 

Nikolai stared at you with a serious expression on his face, calculating all the odds. 

“Alright.”

“You.. you agree?” you replied, with surprise in your voice. 

“Why are you so surprised?” he laughed at your shocking expression.  

You made an unlady-like face, “Because you are my enemy? The one who attacked us? A pirate?”

“You never have to be scared of me, Lady MacTavish, I might be a Privateer…”

“Pirate.” You reiterate it again. “You just ransack a merchant ship that is technically owned by The crown, so you are not a privateer.”

“Fine, Pirate. I might be a pirate, but I do have a set of  morals and standards I follow.”

“Is that so? Maybe you should be weary of me instead, Captain.” you smirked. “You never know if I might just poke your eyes out during your sleep.”

“You are not brave enough to do that.” he taunted. 

“Watch me.” you smiled, taking a step forward and jabbing his chest with your finger, deliberately digging your nail into his flesh. “What MacTavish promises, MacTavish will do.” 

Xxxxx

Johnny MacTavish waited at the port with excitement. He hasn’t seen his sister for a few months, and was quite eager to see her again. 

But what shocked him and his friends and fellow soldiers when they saw the Treasurer finally docked at the port days behind schedule, with no cargo to unload, only with a very dejected and injured crew walking off the ship.

Without you. 

Johnny rushed towards the Captain of Treasurer, who looked at him with an apologetic expression as he pushed a letter and ring into Johnny’s hand. 

“Please give this to Johnny, along with the letter.” You pushed the gold ring with the family signet along with a hastily written letter into the Captain’s hand. “You and the crew should be alright until you reach the port. The luck should follow with my ring. Not a worry there.”

“My lady…”

“Go. I will be alright. I’ll make sure of that. Oh, please make sure my poor maid is well compensated. I wouldn’t be surprised if the poor girl decided to run away from the job the moment she arrived at the port.” 

Johnny gripped onto the letter with a shaky hand. Pirates!! Pirates have taken his precious sister!!! 

“What is going on here? Where is your sister Johnny?” A gruff voice behind Johnny made him 

“Captain Price..”Johnny took a deep breath and turned towards his own Captain,with the rest of his crewmates following behind him. Johnny took a deep breath in, as calm as he could and slowly explain the situation to him, along with Captain of Treasurer. 

“... Did you say Nikolai?” Captain Price frowned when he heard the name mentioned.

“Of Chimera. Who claims he was a privateer for the Crown.” Captain of the Treasurer added.

“ … Shit.” Captain Price lowered his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “That muppet…” he mumbled. 

Johnny’s eyes flashed with surprise, but before he could ask the question, Kyle Garrick, the young soldier who became fast friends with Johnny since the day he joined, perked up, “Captain.. You know this Privateer.. Or the Pirate that kidnapped Mini?” he asked.

“Worked with him a few times actually. Under the command of the Crown. He is an extremely capable sailor and soldier. People often underestimate how destructive he could be. I am surprised Mini managed to strike a deal with him to let the crew leave with just losing the cargo. ” Price commented.

“Also with her.” Johnny growled. Glaring at the Treasurer’s Captain as he speaks.

“Not his fault Johnny. She made a valiant effort to try to reduce the casualty and losses to minimum. You should have seen her on the deck. Swinging the Claymore around like a true Scottish woman.” one of the crew walked past, trying to defend their Captain. 

Johnny let out a faint smile as he heard the crew describe how you challenged the pirate, the bravery, that's the stubborn Mini he knows.

Johnny shook his head. No, this is not the time to admire his sister’s bravery. Her life and also her… her virtue is in danger here! He looked pleadingly to his Captain, hoping he would come up with a plan or help him to rescue his sister, with or without Crown’s permission. 

“I want to say you should be worrying for your sister but..apart from that muppet shouldn’t have attacked a Crown owned ship.. It’s Nikolai that might be in more danger here.”

“.. HUH.” Everyone looked at Captain Price with confusion. 

“ I am actually more worried for Nikolai…he might have met his match.” Price mumbled cryptically. 

“... I .. I don’t understand, Captain?” Johnny asked, perplexed by his Captain’s words.

“Trust me on this one, Mini should return without harm.” Price patted Johnny’s shoulder. “But we still need to go chase after them.. Stupid idiots need to be reined in before this gets into further trouble with the whole British Isle.”

Oh Mini, what mess have you got yourself into? Johnny wondered. All he knows Ma and Da and their ancestors will be half proud of what you have done but also twist his neck off if he doesn’t get you back to safety fast enough. 

prompt used for 141 challenge:

Alternate Universe/AU

Enemies to Lovers

Dare/Bet

You never have to be scared of me

Tag list:

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[nrdmssgs]

Just wanted to say I love you and your works. I'm a nikolai girly and have now started to learn Russian because of him (and my russian girlfriend). Your writing has helped me learn terms of endearment , so thank you very much <3

Hi! I live for such precious moments, thank you so much! I made a little tribute to you and your love. Happens some time after the Matters)

Nikolai maneuvered between the rare passengers wandering along the corridors of the airport waiting for their flights at such a late hour. His fifth flight in the last three days, but this one was special. First of all, he was finally just a passenger, second - he was finally flying not alone, third - this one was the last flight before...

"Excuse me? Sir, could you..." An unfamiliar voice dragged Nik out of his thoughts and he stopped abruptly, looking around.

"Could you snap a pic of us?" The young woman handed him her smartphone.

He barely managed to smile and agree on that, when she darted to a huge interior garden with the comfy leisure zone, where her friend was waiting. Nikolai couldn't help but chuckled, when the woman landed on the sit next to her girlfriend and squeezed her in the most tender and eager embrace, as if they haven't separated just a minute ago. Her friend planted a soft kiss on her forehead and turned to Nik.

"Ready?" He caught the couple in the frame and got ready to take a photo.

The woman, who asked for his help, could take her eyes off her girlfriend.

"Hey, look in the camera! You want a photo or not?"

"But you're so pretty, I want to remember you in this light!"

Nikolai just grinned and pressed the snap button to make multiple photos, as these precious souls shared such a special moment. He didn't mind standing there for a while, something kept him absolutely still. Maybe it was the beauty caught in their eyes, so obviously and helplessly in love with each other. A rare view for someone, whose line of work is rather a grim one.

He took several photos before returning to them to hand over the smartphone.

"Thank you," The other woman reached out to take the phone and froze for a moment. "Nikolai. Vy iz Rossii?*"

"Otovsyudu ponemnogu...*" Nik was touched to randomly meet someone, who could read the name on the patch of his jacket, but preferred to stay more or less evasive in his answers. "A vy letite otdihat`?*"

She nodded enthusiastically and Nikolai understood right away, that she was so happy not even because of the vacation, but because of the fact, that she will spend it with her love.

"Zaviduyu vam. Beregite drug druga.*" He waved goodbye and turned away.

The bar, Nikolai was supposed to meet Olga was opposite the garden. She was sitting right next to the glass wall and looked at the trees in the greenhouse, fighting sleep. She looked absolutely unfazed, but as soon as Nik almost sat next to her - she pushed him away with a quick and precise motion.

"Nikolai, I searched three airports to get you this gift, so don't you dare to ruin it under your ass."

"I didn't see, Nebo*, I'm sorry," he laughed and sat on another chair. "What is it? Something tasty?"

Olga checked her watch.

"You'll have to wait for an hour, birthday boy." Following the direction of his gaze, Olga moved the package with the gift away from Nikolai. "But don't await anything too special. I swear, picking a gift for someone, who can afford anything, is a challenge, this life has never prepared me for."

"Well, there are some things, I want, but not always can have." Nik caught her hand, pretending to be very interested in the dial of her watch. But his lips were on her knuckles the very next moment.

"A week ago, you debated purchasing an old sports training base."

"Well, i'm a simple guy - I like a good view..."

"Ok, 'simple guy'," Zhar chuckled. "What do you want? Beside nice views and 'something tasty'?"

Nikolais gaze returned to the garden and a pair, engrossed in an embrace and happy chatter.

"I want what these two have."

Olga fell silent for a moment, looking at the couple. Then she looked back on Nik.

"... a sparkling youth and properly functioning joints?" This time, she evaded his playful attempt to push her.

"No. Just having each other, holding each other, as if there are no worries at all, looking at each other, as if nothing around exists." Olga listened to him talking and watched two ladies stretching, then standing up and leaving the garden area, heading to their gate. There really was something about them, that made the whole airport hall brighter.

She wished they stayed there for a little bit more, shining their light all around.

"Ok, love, now you can laugh at me for becoming such a pile of tenderness at the sight of them." Nikolai was ready to return to his normal mood, but Olga didn't let it happen.

With a gentle squeeze of her hand, Zhar rose from her seat, her eyes alight with a mischievous spark. Without a word, she led Nikolai to the garden area, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the glass panes.

Standing amidst a sea of lush greenery, she turned to him, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Will you dance with me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Nik froze. He couldn't make her dance with him for many months, no matter how much he asked. Even in his house, when there was no single soul around - just them two, Olga was too shy. "I never really danced. I don't know, how it's done properly..." And no matter how many times he repeated, her skills didn't matter - she declined.

And now she wanted to dance. Right there. In a sleepy silence, interrupted only by echoes of footsteps, reaching them from different halls.

With a nod, Nik took her hand, allowing himself to be pulled into a hesitant embrace. Their movements were awkward at first, disjointed and uncoordinated, but as they swayed together, a sense of harmony began to emerge—a silent symphony of two souls finding solace in each other's arms.

In the absence of music, the only sound that filled the air was the gentle rustle of leaves in a draft and the soft murmur of their breath mingling in the night air.

Nikolai couldn't be happier. Because despite the strangeness of the whole situation, she was nearby, and she could not take her eyes off him. Maybe his Birthday was only to come the next day, but he already got his biggest present.

"Nikolai. Vy iz Rossii?" - "Nikolai. Are you from Russia?"

"Otovsyudu ponemnogu..." - "I'm more or less from everywhere"

"A vy letite otdihat`?" - "Are you flying on vacation?"

"Zaviduyu vam. Beregite drug druga." - "I envy you. Take care of each other"

Nebo - Sky/heaven

[nrdmssgs]

NSFW Alphabet of ZharxNikolai :D yes, I'm an asshole heheheheh

Zhar is an OC from A heart full of pity and Darker matters. Paired with Nikolai

Masterlist Ok, you obviously didn't know what was about to come, when you asked for this. I don't feel like writing a classic alphabet, because one for Zhar already exists and I was planning to make one for Nikolai (not with Zhar) one day. So instead of giving plain answers I considered using every letter as a small prompt to write a short scene. I have to split it into two parts, apparently.

Before him, Olga was always the one to pamper her partners. A shower, a warm towel running along their bodies, soft kisses, praises, lots of them - you name it and she delivers.

But with Nik it's different: by the time he's done with her, her throat is sore from all the moaning, her body is exhausted. So Nikolai takes his time, praising her for being such a perfect girl for him, kissing her face, holding her carefully.

She tries to flip him on his back, wrap him in a blanket, massage his muscles, but Nik doesn’t even think about giving in. She ends up in his arms under the warm running shower.

"Relax for me, Nebo, mm? Just close your eyes and let me take care of you."

His voice, warm droplets of water, then soft towel and pillows lull her to sleep. The world around plunges into darkness until his thumb brushes her lips, bringing her back to reality. A cup of tea waiting on the bedside table - he always makes one or brings one from the lobby bar after they make love. His little ritual.

"Drink, my treasure. I want more of your beautiful moans in the morning."

"Please don't hide from me."

"Nik, stop it. I'm showing some tact here. Don't want to ruin the moment."

She presses her back against the wall vigorously, not letting Nikolai take off her unbuttoned shirt.

"You are the moment." His lips trail down her neck, warm breath tickling her skin.

"You. Every millimeter of your body. No exceptions. This is the moment."

Nikolai doesn't have any special soft spots for scars per se, this is a completely other matter. It's her trust that makes him weak. Permission to touch burned skin, to cover it with kisses, a secret shared with him, a pain that he can quench - this is his moment, the best feeling, he ever gets.

She begs him to not move. "I might ruin your couch. Slow down, let me-"

Nikolai cuts her off, bucking into her and her pussy makes a squelching noise around his cock. He seems to not care for his furniture, all his attention concentrated on her breast in his mouth.

Guilt burns her alive. Olga is not used to leave any evidences of her orgasms. But if he continues this way...

"If you continue this way I-"

"You will get even sloppier? Will come all around me? That's exactly what I want. Now let go and let me think about my couch later, mhm?" His voice deep and dark, is reverberating in her ribcage while Nik is talking, pressing his lips against her chest.

Her last bits of self-control fly out of window, when he starts encouraging her.

"Let go and do it. Come for me. Around me, on me. Do it. Just let go."

Olga can't hate herself for what happens next. As the waves of pleasure wash over her body, she forgets all emotions, all feelings besides him moving relentlessly inside her. When her mind returns into her body - she lies on Niks warm chest, as he kisses her forehead and praises for how well she free she was.

"S`wet for me, you feel it? Little drops sliding down... Just as I wanted. Just as I will have you for many more times."

When Nikolai guides her hips down, guarding her left leg from the cold switches of the control panel, her mind goes blank. A thousand times she repeated to her self, that his chopper is a transport - not a place for... informal communications. Yet here she is, rolling her hips forth to meet his thrusts.

She is ashamed: instead of being the follow-worthy leader, the example, someone, who does work when at work, she's turning into a sloppy, whimpering mess around his cock. Shame on her. From now on, she will live with this dirty secret in the back of her mind. Shame-shame-shame.

She is yet to discover, that is not her whole secret. Because Nikolai had it planned. After so many 'theres nothing special about my body', 'stop it, you could do so much better than me' he was determined to show her, how wildly beautiful she is. The cockpit camera is usually off even when he takes his bird of iron on a mission. But not today. Good thing, Nikolai knows his control panel as his own hand. The switch flips silently.

Weeks later, he will sit her on his lap in their house and show her the video. But he won't stop there, oh no. Nikolai will bring a toy to get her off for multiple times, as she watches herself riding him.

"Don't you see, how perfect you are? My very own porn star."

Olga will only mewl, leaning back on his broad chest. She could have been flustered, could blush to this new secret, if she had any power after so many peaks.

Her body is the source of many pleasures and Nikolai makes sure, Olga remembers it.

"H-how do you?"

"Years of practice, treasure." He nibbles on her earlobe, while his fingers change pace yet again. Olga arches her back hissing, and he immediately brings the other hand to her face. His knuckles brush against her teeth before Nikolai starts fucking her mouth with his fingers.

Olga thought, she knew her body well enough, but this man seemed to have cracked the code long before meeting her. The things, he did to her... Even she wasn't capable to bring herself so high.

She needs him inside. Not just a few fingers, she needs his cock, craves for this feeling of him filling her. She doesn't even notice as her hips start hips move in their own clenching, sopping, tightening rhythm.

Nikolais lips curl in a victorious smile. Years of practice. Everything preparing him to hold this treasure, to take care of her, to ruin her.

When his mic is off, he leaves sloppy open-mouthed kisses against Olgas throat while he holds her down by the hair roots. She blushes desperately despite this being just a phone call. Audio only.

"Yeah, John, I don't know. She's my most valuable asset. It takes hella time and money to raise a decent urban strategist..."

"M-hm, you tell me that, you greedy ass."

As Price goes on grumbling, Nikolai pulls her closer to his chest. It's not enough for him to just have her half on his lap, so his hand casually slides down her shoulder and kneads her breast through the shirt. Olga squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head.

"You may have stolen me of a soldier, but you don't get to lock her in Chimera exclusively..."

"Don't I now?"

Another hand snakes beneath the waistband of her pants, spreading Olga for him while she squirms. She bites down her lip, trying to not make a single sound as Niks fingers curl inside her. She's grinding against him, feeling, that she's not the only one on the edge. Nikolai is just a better actor as his voice remains absolutely calm even after she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and got it out of his pants.

"Ok, just promise me, you will let her know, I need her for that mission."

"Planning your wife's Birthday is not a mission, Captain," Nikolai hides the sharp inhale under the dark chuckle. "But ill let Olga know, when she's back."

Not even a minute passes after Price hangs up, as Nik lifts Olga up from his lap and bend her against his desk.

This man is sometimes the enigma to Zhar. A few months ago he wore this famous shit eating grin, while she asked him repeatedly to stop teasing her, when they were back on the TF base. Of course, he never stopped, never resisted pulling her to some dark corner and kiss passionately, chuckling "Someone is afraid, her former Captain discovers her in hands of his pilot?".

But now it is another person before her. He seems to stop breathing, when she plants the first kiss on his lips. Just watches her in pure ave and fear of moving accidentally and thus destroying this precious moment.

Maybe it's his capture, maybe it's her earlier plead to banish her - but this time he is completely lost in her. Not a single drop of mockery, not a single joke. Nikolai doesn't let go of her face as they are making love. Each thrust, every stroke is so careful as if this is a religious act to him.

Eventually, his playfulness will return. But that time Olga learns, this man, her enigma, has many approaches to her.

She thought, she never really cared for how much her partner's body was covered with hair. It was their comfort, what was of most importance to her.

But when Nikolai rolled up his sleeves for the first time before her, when he got rid of his shirt later... It was embarrassing, how her mouth watered just from a single look at him. He wasn't just broad and massive. With every rise and fall of his breath, pale light ran across the hairy chest.

This man was the treat, a walking temptation. As Olgas gaze slipped down, she bit her chicks to remain visibly calm. Never before she cared for it, but for the first time in her life she could explain, why the happy trail is indeed happy: it was an invitation, salt and pepper, darkening broad line with silvering hair here and there, leading her gaze lower.

"Like what you see, Nebo?"

It comes in circles: at first he's all about the tease and play. Every gesture and phrase serves a single purpose - the temptation. Nikolai is patient, so any amount of time invested is worth of what he's about to get - her panting and trembling in his hands.

After that Nik switches to soft and caring - he wants to be her safe space until there are no clothes left on her, and she's practically begging for him. That's when this man becomes serious.

When fucking her, not just playing around, not teasing, but claiming her, bringing her to one peak after another, Nik is serious.

When they spend a lot of time apart, Nikolai provokes her. Perhaps sending a photo would be easier, but it's not enough for him to just tease her. Oh no, this man has completely different plans.

When there is the nighttime in her time zone - he sends an audio. His velvety voice telling her, how he misses her, what would he do with her, if she was lying next to him right now. Telling her in smallest details, what hes doing to himself right now...

Nik knows, his voice works wonders. All that is left is to wait for 10-15 minutes and call her.

"Am I interrupting anything, Nebo?"

"You? No, nothing special."

"Then whats with the shortness of breath im hearing?"

She is very resistant to answer, but Nik never intends to shame her. If anything - he loves the fact, that his voice alone is enough to make her come. He just wants to be by her side, when it happens. So he guides her through forgetting shame and modesty and touch herself the way, he would.

It feels almost unfair how Nikolai has so many levers to pull to mentally bring Olga on her knees, while she still knows next to nothing about the things, that make him weak.

"You're my biggest turn on already, don't know, what more is there to seek, Nebo." Zhar has to eat up this answer every time until one evening.

He had it coming: Nikolai was too arrogant, teasing and frivolous. He should have thought twice before every commentary, he let himself. But Nik havent, so now there he is: hands tied behind his back, the rope digs into the skin on his chest with every breath, Olga hovering over him. He tries to reach her lips, to bargain for mercy with a kiss, but her fingers drown in his hair and pull his head beck.

"Did I grant you a permission?"

No, she didn't. And Nik is well aware of that. But his heart beats so fast, his thoughts run wild, he's long past the moment, he could control himself. He manages to take a deep breath and collect himself enough to muster a plead.

"Please do that again, pull my hair... as you ride me."

She enters the hall swiftly, striding ahead, not paying attention to anyone around. Seriously, sometimes Nikolai believes, that he could capture Makarov, throw him on the floor, and Olga would just step over him, not even slowing down. Because now she's pissed. Something went south on her mission, obviously. Other Chimeras are already familiar with her angry eyes, so they tend to immediately find some urgent business to just avoid Zhar.

Nikolai puts his instruments down, but doesn't move and inch away. Reaching him, she takes his hand and drags him deep into base.

"Ty byl khoroshim droogom, komandir,*" (You were a good friend, commander.) says Yegor not actually hoping, that Nikolai would hear him.

As she leads him down the halls, Olga mutters something about idiot politicians blocking their biggest contract and unzips her gear. She lets go of Nikolais hand only once to throw her jacket and coat away. Nik grins secretly: he knows where she's taking him. There are so many places more comfortable, more safe, more commodious for blowing the steam off, but Nikolai wouldn't trade them all for that one place. The very special one.

Streams of hot water touch her body while she is still half dressed. Olga doesn't care. Now she is so furious that she does not care about her clothes or random glances that may inadvertently notice that something completely unprofessional is happening in the common showers. It's adrenaline talking: she doesn't even kiss Nik - she hungrily bites his lower lip, as her fingers run over his belt.

Nikolai never protests though - these rare episodes of her not giving a fuck about anything, but him are precious to him. So his favourite memories always float around that shower.

Nik is so normal about the curve that the back of her neck and her spine are drawing together. The way Olga bends, sitting in the chair backwards right before his desk, the way her wrists intertwine, as if tied with an invisible rope... Oh, he's ok about that. Definitely paying attention to whatever nonsense of a pitch, Krueger is delivering to them both. Totally not tearing the last bits of her clothes in his dreams right now, not tasting her skin, not devouring her moans, not loving her so softly, not fucking her mercilessly.

Nikolai is very much ok, stable, in control. Until Krueger leaves them two alone finally. Olga stretches, reaching out for some invisible target above her, and leans back slowly and smoothly until her shoulder blades rest on the desk. Her lips are so close. Almost too close to not...

"So? Somebody wants a new toy so badly, he even made a full presentation. Thoughts?" A smile so innocent as if she wasn't teasing him with this mesmerizing line oh her collarbones, her scent, sending his mind spinning and boiling in desperate hunger.

And is if wasn't enough, as if his teeth weren't grinding in anticipation of claiming her, marking her skin, Zhar adds the final nail to Nikolais coffin.

"My commander has no more toys?"

"Go lock my door, treasure." Niks lips hover in mere centimeters from hers. "I'll show you, what I have."

[sofasoap]

Lastochka AU - Strange blind date

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: One and only time you want to twist Gaz's neck off.

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature Theme. Crack Fic. I repeat. Crack fic. don’t take it so seriously. Swearing, alcohol use, innuendos.

A/N : part 2!!! I don't know. Thanks to @siilvan for bouncing and plotting the story with me, and @nrdmssgs post inspired me.

masterlist

“Oh Crap.” Gaz quickly flicks his eyes towards his phone, looking at the caller ID flashing up on the screen. He knew the time had come. He threw his controller towards Soap as he grabbed his phone, he mumbled, “Wish me luck.” 

“Why?” Soap stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth as he took over the controller and the game. 

“Someone is going to kill me.” With that parting word and look of confusion on Soap’s face, Gaz quickly darted out of the common room and into the corridor. 

“KYLE GARRICK!!!” Quickly pull his phone away from him, ears ringing from you screaming down the phone. 

“DID YOU REALISE WHO YOU SET ME UP WITH FOR THE DATE?!!!”

“Come on, trust me on this!” Gaz pleads.

Throwing the last bit of your clothes into the washing machine, you swap the phone onto the other side of your shoulder as you put the powders into the washing compartment, “Last few times you said this, it turned into disaster.”

“Well, not all of them ended in disaster??”

“Well, how about that IT guy? He was nice enough wasn’t he?” Gaz said meekly.

“How about that girl you set me up with in London?” You huffed as you slammed the machine door closed and set it to wash. “She was only using me to try to get close to Johnny!”

Oh you felt an off vibe from that girl the moment you sat down. She wouldn’t shut up about Johnny, and she practically ignored you when he came to pick you up at the end of the date, eyes all glued on him.

“He was nice , yes, but to be honest? Too nice and bland.” you sighed. You felt bad for that guy. There were moments of good conversation, but there was no chemistry there. You ended up introducing him to your mate instead, and now they are happily together. You two stayed as friends. 

“Alright, trust me on this one really.”  he emphasised on the word trust. 

“I am having a very hard time trusting your judgement on people’s character now.” You sighed. For someone who is in such a elite task force and the only person in his batch to endure both physical and mental torture simulation? He is really crap at seeing through people’s true character. 

“Price knows him personally, so you know he is a good quality sort. I guarantee you he will treat you nicely.” Gaz reassures you. 

And you let Gaz talk you into it. Again. 

“He will come and pick you up. I’ll send you the details! Don’t worry, I already warned him of all your likes and dislikes.”  You really don’t like that conspiring tone he has in his voice. He is up to something. You know your friend. 

Standing right in front of your apartment, all nicely dressed up, you begin to wonder what this person is like?Is he young? Or older? Does he live in this part of the world as well?

A black car suddenly pulls out as your mind was clouded with dark thoughts, you snapped back into reality as you heard it honking at you. 

Price knows him, so there is a high chance of him being in the military? You seriously don’t think Price has much of a social life outside work. To be honest, dating a military man wasn’t on top of your list. You have enough heartaches sending your brother and friends off on mission all the time and not knowing in what state they will return. Walking out of the gate, or being rolled off the plane in a body bag.

Hum. somehow it looks very familiar. Too familiar.You narrowed your eyes with suspicion. 

A dark slicked back hair man with an aviator stepped out from the driver side of the car, with a huge smirk on his face. 

Fuck.

“Hello Lastochka, we have met again.” Pulling down his aviator, “You look very beautiful.” he commented casually.

“Why are you here?! Are you stalking me?” Stepping back from the kerb, ignoring his compliment, you questioned him alarmingly.. Maybe it’s time to move house, or find a new job. Or maybe you need to move countries. Or go underground. 

Nikolai’s lip turned down, feigning a hurt expression on his face. “Come on, not happy to see me?” he lamented.

“I don’t need to see you today. I am waiting for someone to pick me up.” You wave your hand dismissively, trying to be as polite as possible.” Now can you please move along.”

Nikolai blinked a few times, slight surprise and amusement on his face. “ What are you talking about? I am here to pick you up for your date.”

Ok, he is definitely stalking you. “How do you know I have a date?”

“I know your date very well, let’s just say.” That cryptic smile on his face again.

You already started plotting all sort of different ways to torture or kill Gaz in your mind.

“How?”

Putting his hand over his heart, winking, “I am your date, my little bird.”

He chuckled as he observed the different expressions flashing across your face.

“Don’t blame Gaz or Price for this. I asked them first.” 

Nikolai walked around the other side of the car, he opened the passenger side door, bowing like a butler as he urged you into the car. You feel like de javu, you have no choice but sighed and gave up on resisting, and slid into the car.

Ok, add Captain Price onto the hit list as well. At this moment you are beyond care that he is your brother’s superior or someone who you look up to almost as a life mentor. 

After a short drive and parking his car, you had a good look. He brought you to the riverside boardwalk, a nice part of the city centre where your new colleagues had mentioned about when you ask them what and where are places to explore in this city.  

“I booked a table at a bistro on the side of the river, they serve really good local food. Gaz mentioned you haven’t had a chance to try out the local cuisine?” he smiled down at you warmly. 

Shaking your head to answer his question, “Been too busy with moving house and thrown straight into work. I haven’t had time to really check out this area yet.” 

Holding his hand out, waiting for you to accept his invitation. You gulped. Is this really a good idea? 

“You’ll love the food there. Come. We still have a bit of time before the restaurant opens. Let’s take a walk along the river?”

Before you can register, your arm is already out stretched, he gently takes your hand into his large callous hand. So warm. So… safe?Taking a peek at his side profile as both of you stroll down the walkway. A face etch and hardened with traces of battle and wars, you noted. A tired fatigue hidden behind the wall of resoluteness. A look you are too familiar with. Your heart actually aches at the thought. Aching for him. 

“Now, along this river.. Is where the civil war started.” pointing towards the far side of the river, “ they tried to land a helicopter there, but ended up crashing it.” he sighed. “A pity. It was quite a nice one too.”

He pulls you in closer to him, carefully shielding you from the large group walking towards you, crowding the walkway, leaving limited space to pass through.

You can feel the heat radiating through his body, hint of leathery musk and sandalwood smell of his cologne and familiar whiff of cigar you often smell on Price. You instinctively lean in even closer to him. Wanting to smell him more. Feel him more.

It feels very intimate. Almost.. romantic?

Ok. scratch that. The romantic level suddenly dropped below negative.

The rest of the walk was dotted with anecdotes of historical facts of the city, occasionally him pointing out good spots to hang out or to avoid.  

Dinner was full of surprises too. True to Gaz’s word, he already knows what your likes and dislikes are, and ever being the gentleman, pulls the chair out for you, lets you decide on the food, the drinks, and makes small suggestions here and there.

When you flick your eyes at him, silently asking for help when the waiter starts speaking in a local dialect which you haven’t quite got the hang of, he slides in to help, without pushing in and overtaking the whole situation.

He let you lead the conversation during dinner. Letting you ask him all the questions. Almost all the questions. 

This man is officially a bigger flirt than Johnny. You declared.

Probing him carefully, “Nikolai isn’t your real name, is it?”

“Why would you want to know?” Taking a sip of his grappa, he leaned slightly forward, closer to you, “So you can call out my name… in private?” 

“In your dreams.” tapping your fingers on the table, “First date is still in progress. We haven’t even decided on a second date yet.” you scoffed, face heating up slightly with embarrassment. 

Cocking his eyebrow, “Oh? Already thinking about the future?” 

“I am a planner. I like to think ahead.” He wants to be a tease? So can you. 

His smile broadens as you banter with him. Why does he look so pleased?

At the end of the night,he walked you to your door, making sure you got in safely. This is where you two part ways for the evening. But not before he grabbed one of your hands carefully, cupping your face with another, gently caressing your cheek with a thumb. He murmured a few words in Russian, voice too low for you to catch anything. Looking into your eyes with his deep brown orbs, he brings up your hand, lip lingering on your knuckle for a few seconds, and finally giving it a soft kiss, and bid you goodnight.

Leaving you standing there, stunned. And burning like a furnace. 

Holy heaven. You are NOT falling for this charismatic man already. No. You are NOT.

“You set me up with HIM! The guy who threw you out of the helo and nearly killed you!” You screamed again. 

“Well I am still alive…?”

“.... it was actually nice.” you admitted, begrudgingly. “He wants to take me on a second date.”

“And he nearly killed me by driving like a maniac!” you slump into bed, haven’t bothered to change out of your dress.

“You lived? Didn’t you? And you got to work on time.” He laughed. “So, are you going to tell me how the date went?”

“Did you say yes?”

You bit your lip. “Um…..” 

“Ah,come Lastochka, let me take you on a helicopter ride and show you around this beautiful city! Don’t worry, You will be nicely secured with a seat belt. I promise I won’t throw you out of the cockpit like I did to Gaz” 

Lord have mercy, why did you agree to this second date? 

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 Lastochka - Little Swallow

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Nikolai taking interest in a little swallow in Taskforce 141. to the dismay of Daddy Price and all her adoptive and real brothers.

Semi Crackish. Just for fun :)

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue, Night, Epilogue II, Espionage

A/N: Ok take two!! For @homicidal-slvt, this time it is really Nikolai reader fic LOL.

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Oh hello! Who have we got here?” Flashing a big smile as he pushes his sunglasses up to have a good look at you. You immediately shrink yourself and hide behind Gaz. Underneath the swagger and flirtatious attitude, you can feel he is judging you, sussing you out.

“Nik. Stop gawking at our medic.” Gaz warned. “Otherwise you will have to deal with her overprotective brothers and dad.”

“ Ah Come on, I am sure our little  ласточка wouldn’t mind. ”

“ Las..last.. ??”

“Lastochka, Little swallow.” He corrected your pronunciation. You tilted your head in confusion. “That’s right, because I am going to take you up high in the sky, for a good ride.”  You are not missing the innuendo behind his words there. You grabbed onto Gaz’s vest tighter.

“Nikolai.” Price growled as he came up towards the three of you. 

“Oh. Here comes the dad.” Smirking, Gaz was ready to see the drama unfold. 

“I didn’t know you had a kid this old Price.”

“She’s not my kid.”

“She might as well be the way you treat us all.” Gaz mumbled.

“Ah, so you are her brother then.”

“Well, I am not the brother you should be worried about, her real brother will be hunting you down like a mad dog, then we will have a real problem at hand.” 

Price sighed. “Come on. We have an important mission here. Buckle up.”

You have to admit Nikolai is one damn good pilot. All the impressive mid air manoeuvres, the near misses, had your heart jumping out from your throat. 

“Gaz, remind me why I am here!!”

“.. I seriously don’t know. There’s no way out now!”  Gaz shouted over the noise.

“ Incoming!! Hold on tight!!” 

The helicopter shook on impact of the launcher hitting the landing gear, narrowly missing the body.

You let out a scream when you realise you were tumbling sideways, towards the door, on your way out into the bright blue sky.

Quick thinking and reflex from both Price and Gaz , they manage to pull you back just in time as they grab onto your safety cord.

“You alright Mini.”

Not trusting your voice to talk, you nodded your head furiously, after Price gave you a once over to check you are alright, he pushed you gently towards the cockpit area.  “Go, stay there, be a lot safer.”

You scramble towards the front, grabbing onto the back of the pilot seat for your dear life.

“Sorry about that Lastochka, otherwise all of us would have been blown to pieces!” he laughed. “I promise you I will get you to your destination safely.” He reached over and patted your hand. 

You stayed there for the rest of the flight, with Nikolai’s occasional reassurances to try to calm you down. 

“Well, next time when I take you flying, Lastochka, It will be in a more pleasant circumstances.” He held onto your hand, which is still shaking visibly from the adrenaline rush. You blushed with embarrassment, There is no next time, you thought. At least not in a helicopter.

Quietly thanking him after letting out a shaky breath, standing up and picking up your gears after Price and Gaz shouted to you to urge you to move on. 

Reaching down to your pocket to put on your sunglasses before stepping out, you couldn’t find it in your usual pocket. Patting around checking everywhere, you must have lost it when you were rolling out.

“Missing something?”

“ … Lost my sunglasses.” 

Take his sunglasses off, and put it on top of your head, “ Here, have mine.”

“But.. “

“I got plenty of spares. Plus.” flashing you a big smile again, “you can return it to me if you decide to take up my offer of leisure flight next time. I will also throw in a good old Russian hospitality and drink in there if you are up for it.”

Oh this man is definitely a big flirt, and he isn’t giving up.

“Mini, where did you get those sunglasses from?” 

“That looks awfully like Nikolai’s..”

Nikolai could feel four pairs of eyes staring at him like hounds going after their prey after he got out of the helicopter.

Things get even more chaotic when Nikolai shows up at the end of the mission, offering you, and only you, a ride back to the base. 

Laswell had to come to your rescue and growl at all the boys, including Price for making a scene.

And you know it’s going to be a bumpy ride in the future when Nikolai sneakily slides his phone number into your hand before being pushed away by a very angry Soap and Ghost. 

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Lastochka AU : Strange taxi driver

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: New city, new life, new job. What else can go wrong on the first day? AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature Theme. Crack Fic. I repeat. Crack fic. don't take it so seriously. Swearing, alcohol use, dangerous driving ( drive carefully people).

A/N : The idea stemmed from this post talking about Lyft driver and thank you to @nrdmssgs for nudging me to write a crack fic about it.

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What a luck.

Or lack of. 

You must have forgotten to pack it and bring it with you when you moved. First, your luggage showed up a week late. Second, your new landlord totally forgot you were arriving. Leaving you standing in the cold and rain for hours. Third, you forgot to adjust your watch and clock to the local time (“who uses old-fashion clock now?!” your brother laughed at you once.) and you had the phone on charge far away from your bedside, alarm ringtone set on minimum volume. So now, you are running late, VERY LATE, for your first day at your new job. 

Definitely not how you imagine how you start your new life in a new place. And the rideshare you called for, is nowhere to be seen. App keep on glitching out. You couldn’t even see what number plate your supposed ride share car is. All you know is a black car. That's it. Fucken absolutely great. You thought. You are probably going to get fired even before you started at this rate. A black coloured sedan suddenly pulled up in front of you.  Without checking the details you quickly piled into the car, assuming it's your driver.. 

“Oh Thank heaven you are here. I am starting to get worried because my app keeps on shutting down on me.” 

“.. Where to?” The driver turned around and asked with a distinctive accented and amused tone. 

Your hand stopped half way clicking in your seatbelt. “Don’t you have it on your....” you mumbled, What kind of odd question is that? Shooting your head back up with alert after a split second, you dart your eyes to all windows, there are no stickers or any sign of this car being a rideshare or a taxi. 

“You are not my rideshare.” Chill ran down the spine with the realisation. For all you know you could have just hopped into a serial killer's car. Oh heaven. Should have stopped listening to those true crime podcasts before you go to sleep. IF you manage to live until tonight. Or survive the next hour. 

“I am not.” he chuckled. Flashing a smile before turning back to face the road and pulling out from the kerb, you cursed yourself not jumping out of the car when you had the chance as you heard the distinctive click of car door locking. 

“But don’t worry. I have extra time in my hand anyway, Lastochka, I will take you anywhere you want. So,” He purred.  “Where to?”

You gulped and gave out your work address. There's no turning back. “ I am running late for work.. My first day at my new job as well. At this rate I am going to get fired before I get there or I am going to have a big warning and bad impression with my new boss....”  You rambled on. Why are you even telling him this? 

“Don’t worry, I am from Russia.” He reassured you with a cocky confidence.

You scrunch your nose with confusion, what is that even supposed to…?

Even before you can finish that thought in your brain, you felt the car surged forward, G-force pushing you right back into the seat. Letting out an undignifying scream as your hands search for anything you can grab onto for dear life.

“Relax, Lastochka, I never had anyone die under my watch.” he laughed. Taking a sharp turn before weaving in and out of the traffic. “Although I had someone falling out from the helicopter after we got shot at with a rocket launcher.” he nodded his head as he recounted the story. “Don’t worry. Happy ending. We all survived. Thanks to my brilliant skills.” 

You are now ninety-nine percent sure you have hopped into some sort of mobster or mafia’s car.

Whole life starts flashing in front of you as you mumble incoherent goodbyes to no one in particular. Ma and Pa. Your annoying but doting brother Johnny. His teammates who treat you like their own. The dog you used to see walking by your house every morning …the rows of pot plants you have on your window sills. Who’s gonna water them after I go?? 

The car comes to an abrupt stop while the brain is trying to decide the flower arrangement of your imaginary funeral in your head. 

“I did say I will get you here on time and still alive, right?” The baritone voice breaks you out of your daze. You are still alive. Thank heaven. 

With your hand over your chest, trying to soothe the thumping heart, you look at the clock on your phone. Damn. he is right, five minutes to spare. 

Then you heard the sound of his mobile phone shrilling and car door unlocking. “You better get going, it seems I am going to be late for my own business. Time to pick up the package.” He winked as you half stumbled out with your messenger bag dragging on the floor. “It was a pleasure to have such a beautiful little bird in my car. Maybe we will see each other again someday?” Giving you one last wave, he sped off into the distance.

Hell no. Once is enough. 

“So you just jumped into a stranger's car and let them take you to work?” Gaz half gasped and laughed as you buried your face in the pint of beer he passed onto you. “You know you could have just rang or message one of us to get you out of deep shit.” 

“I know it’s stupid. Don’t remind me. I was so overwhelmed with panic I didn’t think of it at the time.” you huffed. “You should be surprised I am still in one piece right now and telling you the story.”

“What stupid thing you've been doing again, Mini?” you felt a hand ruffling and messing with your hair as you jumped at the contact. 

“Hello to you too Johnny.” Ignoring his question, you elbowed him lightly before turning around and giving him a hug. “Where’s Simon and Price?”

“Simon is outside havin’ a smoke.” pointing towards the bar serving area with his thumb, “Captain is over there waiting for his drinks and catching up with one of our old friend.” 

Downing the rest of your beer, you stood up from your stool, “I should go and say hi to him. You boys want another drink?”.

Half skipping towards the bar after taking the order from the two, you were in a better mood after seeing your brother and friends, determined to put all the misfortunes and strange events from this morning behind you. 

There you see Price, sitting at the bar, waiting for the bartender making up his drink for him and his friend who he is currently having a quiet conversation with. He spotted you over their shoulder and gave you a quick wave. 

Odd. you thought to yourself. Why does the back side of this … old friend of Price look awfully familiar?

You stopped dead on your track when the person turned around and flashing you with the familiar smirk.

“Hello again, Lastochka.” 

Fucken. Steaming. Jesus. 

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