Keep The Skies Clear

Codename Nikolai. If you have the money, I have the time.

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Shortlist of Nikolai’s Employment History:

Mafia enforcer (Alkaev crime family) Mechanic Drug dealer Soldier Black Market Trader Stripper Pilot Spy Mercenary

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After a moment or two of inspection of the pilot’s hand, the baby leaned forward in Centossa’s arms to coil her soft fingers around his much larger ones. Her emerald eyes, kissed by sunlight, found Nikolai’s gaze and she flashed him a golden smile. Centossa watched Victoria with mild amusement. Her extroverted nature was already so unlike his introversion, even at such a young age.

“Well, luckily for both of us, she’s far more like her mother,” he noted, readjusting the baby so she could better play with Nikolai’s fingers. “Beautiful to behold, but more beautiful by virtue. My wife, she named her Victoria.”

Victoria pulled away from Nikolai’s hand. She glanced up expectantly at her father before turning and making grabby-hands at the pilot. Centossa gave a surprised chuckle.

“It appears that she’d like for you to hold her,” Centossa said, an amused smile on his face. “For reasons I cannot fathom. Careful ‘Toria, you might catch whatever Nikolai has.”

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With a small squeak of glee, the Russian offered Centossa a look of pure wonder, his enchantment with the infant evident in his expression. Weak in the face of such a precious child, Nikolai looked back to Victoria, his grin not unlike the one he offered his daughter. She smiled back, and his heart swelled. Any moment now, the man might start sobbing, though whether it was from happiness or nostalgia for his own child at Victoria’s age, no one might tell.

“Victoria.” he echoed, reverent. Studying her in silence for a moment longer, he chuckled quietly. “You know, I do believe she has your eyes, Centossa.” It seemed every man on base who had a daughter had passed his eye color to her. Off the top of his head, he already knew Price’s daughter shared his steely blues, where Gaz’s Leah had matched her father’s darker coloring. Even Nikolai’s own daughter had nearly black eyes to match his. Perhaps someone ought to study why that happened--

Delight seemed to beam from Nikolai’s face, the offer to hold the little darling distracting him completely. Laughing at Centossa’s barbs, he held out his arms expectantly. “Come now, my friend. Shes safer with me than she is with you. Christ only knows where you’ve been--” Smirking at his own good-natured ribbing, he looked back to the waiting baby.

“Come here, miliy, let Dyadya Kolya rescue you.” 

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“Even after I worked so fuckin’ hard to get these. Eh, more for me then.” 

Cayne kept moving through the hangar, passing into the light with a one shouldered facial shrug, blunt fingers already working at the seal of a small, green cardboard box. And who said they didn’t get nice things from time to time?

The hangar wasn’t a place he found himself often, but every time he ventured inside, it was an adventure, it seemed. Or at least mildly intriguing. Case in point this time was the Russian shouting some name at the precariously balanced TV Cayne didn’t recognize in the slightest.

He rounded the side of the TV, stopping somewhere short of actually reaching Nikolai, the box now perched under his arm, the loud crinkling of plastic taking it’s place as Cayne worked open a sleeve before shoving a cookie into his mouth. 

“So what blasphemous game show is it t’night?”

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Dark eyes continued to strain the lack of light, Nikolai quirked his mouth to one side, lips puckered out in a fine pout. Watching as Cayne approached he huffed, equine, before turning back to the set, and the flickering ads that played over the break. What kind of sadist made a purse specifically to shove dogs into? It wasn’t right, not least of all because most dogs Nikolai knew in his career were far too tall to tote.

Captain Cash Money was an exception, of course, but why buy a purse to carry a dog that could easily fit in one’s hand? It amazed him that the chihuahua had not come scrambling over at the sound of food, and he turned again, making sure the diminutive dog was still nestled into his tiny bed in the corner of the hangar. Once assured his pet had not stormed off, he looked back to Cayne.

“Jeopardy. Everything is wrong, but they won’t admit it.” A pause as the kindly commercial lady picked up her toy dog win the hugging embrace of her canid carrier. “Ten quid says that has to bean American product.”

As Cayne continued munching to the game show’s return, Nikolai held out a hand in silence. If the soldier meant to stay, he would have to pay tribute for the space he inhabited.

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What brings out his protective side?

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Children, especially young girls like his daughter. 

The weak, the sick, those who cannot protect themselves in so many ways, like his brother. 

Sex workers, like his mother, like his wife, like himself for a time. 

Anyone who has been hurt by the world or by other people, like so many he has known. 

Lost boys, in whom he sees so much of himself as a young man.

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What are Nikolai's biggest fears?

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Nikolai is a man who, at his darkest, is more afraid of the wellbeing of others above himself. He still carries some more self-centered fears, in the most innocuous meaning of the word: He fears dying and leaving his wife and daughter alone the way he and his mother were alone when he was a boy, he fears being forgotten by the people he loves, but these fears are never as panic-inducing or excruciating to Nikolai as the fear he will outlive his loved ones.

There are multiple ways this can happen, in his worst case scenarios: Someone will discover his real name and track down his family ; He will not be there in time to protect any of his friends in the 141 ; An enemy will hurt his loved ones to get to him ; He will be unable to protect a friend in their hour of need.

Is it any wonder the man is left so BROKEN after the events of WW3?

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Does Nikolai ever mean anything by his flirting?

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[It means that he likes them, and that he would like to get to know them better. Sometimes, it means he is comfortable with someone and only joking about. He uses flirting both as a way to build people up and to try and get them to open up to him, since he’s far more of a charmer than any other kind of man.

Yes, there are times it implies attraction -- he’s also a very sexual man, very much a hedonist -- but he is devoted to his wife, and would never move into a serious seduction without her go ahead. Liliya and Nikolai have a very OPEN marriage, but still ask each other’s consent before taking any step towards another partner. Ultimately, it is always more likely Nikolai is trying to be friendly rather than alluring when he comes on with his come ons.]

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“Ain’t too sure how ta’ break this ta’ ya’, but…” There’s a sigh, and an unimpressed look given to the man. “I think you’ll find I’m a war correspondent, not a modellin’ agency.”

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War correspondents. Always an interesting bunch, so long as they did not get too close to the pilot. Old memories from Chechnya played far too close to the chest, remembrances of journalists jailed or stolen from their beds by federal toadies allowing a cold sweat to run down his back. It was ridiculous now, but he still had an almost primal fear that aiding one of her kind would be... less than optimal. Recovering swiftly, the pilot relaxed several degrees, shoulders dropping and easy grin rising slow as sunrise.

“Is posing such a crime in your line of work?”

[asoldierofrussia]

“Head pigeons?” 

Yuri eyed Nikolai with a slight tilt of his head. He had wondered why the door to John’s office had been ajar; now he wondered how much his brother had managed to scavenge. There was no doubting Nikolai’s intentions … despite his ‘attempts’ at hiding it. 

“What kind of valuables are you hoping to find in John’s desk?” 

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“Head pigeons. Very contagious, my brother. You had best stay away for... eh, a week.”

Easier to pull Sasha along on a rope, more like. If Vanya were really so ill, Yuri would never leave his side, too ready to play nurse and comfort his poor, weak-legged lover. He was fighting a losing battle, to be sure, but Vera Orlova had raised no quitter. Not even for his own oldest and dearest friend would Nikolai surrender.

“The most valuable item of all, other than love, of course. Money.”

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“That’s some confidence you’ve got there. I assume you’ve done the legwork? Y’know, comparing that fine chopper of yours to all the others in the hangar?” she grins back at him, enjoying this subtext far too much. “I’m flattered that I meet your scrupulous criteria. Usually when I’m elbow deep in engine it puts people off.” 

She takes the toolbox from him gratefully, setting it down beside her, retrieving a small wrench in the process. She’s distracted when he starts talking however and the wrench hangs idly in her hands. 

“Sasha, huh? With pride like that I’m guessing you do most of the work on her yourself, right?” It felt good to find a kindred spirit in a place like this, even if their specialities did differ a little. “I’m no chopper expert, but I bet she lives up to everything you say she does. As for me…” she pauses, patting the bodywork of the Humvee in front of her affectionately. “This here’s Martha. She’s not the prettiest of machines but she can get you to just about anywhere.”

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“I allow no chopper into the hangar unless I can vouch for its quality. That way I know my people are in good hands, and that Sasha is still queen of her castle.” With a derisive laugh -- against the fools who would be put off, of course -- he rolled up his own sleeves as if on reflex. “How ridiculous. They ought to admire such self-sufficiency.”

Watching as the woman works, he crosses his arms anew. It was always good to watch others work. You never knew what you could pick up just by paying attention. Licking at his dry lips, he hummed once she was done speaking, snapping back into the conversation.

“Everything I can. I’ve had her long enough that I don’t know of anything I can’t fix.” Such interest was a welcome change, the woman once again proving capable of keeping pace. She just got better and better over time, friendship becoming more and more likely. “Martha. What a wonderful name. It just rolls off of the tongue.” Grinning at the mechanic’s obvious affection, he softened. “I think she’s quite lovely.”

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butt-steamy-erotic started following you

[Mmmm... Butt steam.]

[codenamenikolai]

Use the letters of your muse’s first name to describe their personality.

tagged by: @acosadorr​ sort of

A - amicable

L - loving

E - emotional

X - xenial

E - egoistic

I - immodest

tagging: anyone who wants to do the thing!

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Mustache coalition was a phrase Sandman was beginning to wish he’d invented. It almost made him chuckle as he stood there, engaged in pleasant conversation with the Russian pilot. But where the mustache comment had failed to make the older man laugh aloud, Nikolai’s crack at his age brought an ugly, rasping guffaw from the man’s lips.

“I have–honestly never heard that one,” he complimented, wiping imaginary tears from under the reflective shades widely considered to be his literal eyes. “You’re okay in my book, man.”

Evidently, jokes were all it took to win Sandman’s trust–that and already having Price’s.

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Nailed it. Grin stretching to truly shit-eating levels, the Russian lifted his head just so, pride evident in his bearing. Waiting for the old man to work out his amusement, Nikolai chuckled under his breath. He still had his touch, was still able to persuade others to like him with careless ease. True, he wasn’t quite sure which comment had brought the master sergeant to his fit, but he could find that out quite handily if he needed to.

“Only okay? You insult me.” His expression was contrary to his words, but it could hardly be helped. The Casanova loved to preen after winning others over, whether he succeeded in his initial aim or merely got someone to laugh at his jokes.

“Your eyes must be going, if you have them at all. Tell me true -- the glasses aren’t just for looking cool.”

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In truth she’s so engrossed in her tinkering that Ash isn’t even aware of another’s presence until she hears the voice from the doorway behind her, her body jumping in its skin. She looks up from her work, weighing up the sharply dressed man. He’s attractive, she’ll give him that. 

“Someone’s got a lot of confidence in his chopper, huh?” The innuendo is completely deliberate and she laughs at her own joke, shaking her head. “Or do you try your whole Russian charm deal on every mechanic who calls this base home?” 

She looks back down to the engine in front of her and clicks her tongue thoughtfully. Wiping her dirty hands on the back of her jeans, she points over towards the toolbox next to the stranger. 

“If you’re planning on hanging around, make yourself useful and hand me those tools? You can tell me more about this chopper of yours…”

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“Finest in the task force.” It is always a delight when someone can keep pace, and he grins at her enthusiasm. “Of course not, I have some standards. I only charm the ones I think show any promise. You definitely work like you know what you’re doing.”

Watching as the newcomer turned away from him, Nikolai leaned against the doorway for a moment, intent to continue his seduction, until startled into action by the woman’s orders. Relaxing, the Russian picked p the toolbox and started towards her.

“Your wish is my command.” Holding out the box, he smiled at her. Progress was always a victory, and getting closer to  a beautiful woman definitely counted as progress in his world.

“This is Sasha. The first lady I ever loved. The best chopper in the whole damn hangar. Anyone who says otherwise is simply jealous.”

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[WHAT FUCKING TAGS AM I USING THAT I KEEP ATTRACTING THESE FUCKERS]

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“Splash Mountain is old news! I admit Star Tours is a nice… attraction, but Superman is awesome. It’s a VR ride now, you’re flying through the city while riding the rollercoaster! Nikolai, Anakin changed when he became Darth Vader. It was unfortunate but it doesn’t change how Vader’s breathing gave m- erm, my sister nightmares!”

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“Splash Mountain is a gem! Why do you think it’s so stood the test of time? Oh, VR, they’re-- They’re distracting you with... technology and.... Look, Six Flags cannot compare to Disney World! Oh, of course Anakin changed, but he was driven to it! The Jedi took and used a poor slave boy and used him, all while denying him the simple joys in life! They created their own monst-- You were scared of Darth Vader’s breathing?”

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Pssttt, I’m bored. Send my muse anons about anything you’ve ever wondered about them or the people in their life.

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[Once I code this muse page and verses page I am free. Celebratory starter call!]