peter volkov

Peter Volvok. 27. Sergeant of Arms for the Vipers but you don't know that. I'm also security at burlesque club. 

[petervolkov]

skylarowcns​:

Her head turned towards the door when she heard a soft knock against it. The blonde sat there for a few seconds until she heard his voice. Turning off the television, Skylar tossed the remote onto the couch and walked over to the door, unlocking it and moving her hand down to the doorknob, twisting it and pulling it open. Her eyes landed on the shady blonde male, breathing out slowly as she let her eyes scan him before she closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around him. She hadn’t seen him the last few days, the amount of text messages and calls she had made to his phone were unholy, a little embarrassing if she was honest but when he sent her a text to let her know he’d come check up in a few days. “I’m okay,” she pulled the door open wider and took his hand to pull him into the apartment, shutting it behind her. “What about you? I heard you got hurt…” She put her hands on his arms, letting her eyes scan over him once again.

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Peter couldn’t avoid the low grunt that puffed past his lips at the hug. He hadn’t been expecting it even though, realistically, he probably should’ve been. Not only that, but one of her arms pressed up against where his newest stitches were, drawing that painful knee jerk reaction out of him even though he made sure to drain his face from any unpleasant emotions by the time she pulled back and their eyes met. He hoped she hadn’t noticed the limp he has been strutting as she graced her hands down his arms until they settled on a spot just above the bent of his elbows. “Are you sure?” He knew she was going through a lot because even though she knew what was happening and helped with it, some things were hard for any human to see. And Peter was worried, especially after he finally got a hold of his phone and saw her texts and voicemails. He gave her a nod when she mentioned him getting hurt. Not only had he gone into the wedding reception with fresh stitches, but the fight Gerard put up left him without a pint or so of blood and more stitches. Like many Vipers, Peter’s body was covered with scars. Some bigger than others, and some which were faded to a soft white while others were more fresh and raw. “I’ll be okay.” He reassured her. “I’m actually here to get your report on what happened.” They both knew that official Viper business was only a cover up for him to check on a not just a friend, but someone he’d grown to care about.  

[petervolkov]

naomixjones​:

This morning if Naomi tried to conjure up the worst case scenario for the wedding the list would be lengthy with minor inconveniences; like a tear in Julia’s dress, or the catering falling through. This was beyond even her own imagination. As Vipers began filling the room and taking hold of familiar and unfamiliar Scorpions she couldn’t help but feel her breathing become hitched. As her she stepped momentarily from Sam eyes scanning the room frantically for her brother she felt a hand on her shoulder, almost hopeful that he’d done a better job in finding her. Turning the relieved smile fell just as fast as it had appeared. Peter. What was he doing here? Despite herself she had kept an eye out for him earlier in the day but figured this just wasn’t one of those places that they would run into each other at. “I—I’m a guest.” she stated in a whisper, brow raising as if to ask him the same. Get Out, the tone ominous and commanding and she couldn’t help but step back. Why did it sound like he knew what was about to happen. Naomi’s mind racked up possible answers but none settled the confusion brewing within her. Little did she know that the truth, a truth she wasn’t ready for, was about to unveil itself to her and everyone else in the room.

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Why was she a guest? Who did she know? What was her affiliating with the Scorpions? Peter couldn’t even begin to process how idiotic, foolish, and disillusioned he felt. There was no such thing as a normal interaction in his circle, in their apparent lifestyle. It was hard when the reality of what was happening was staring blankly in his face as he looked into her dark eyes. Even if Naomi wasn’t with one of them, she’d seen too much. But god, he wanted things to be different. Everything was happening fast, they weren’t wasting any time and the Scorpions wouldn’t last much longer in the arms of their Viper captors without putting up more of a fight. Peter had to act fast, now. Isaak was ending his speech and he could see his cousin reach back for his gun. “Then duck.” He used the same hand that was gripping onto her shoulder to push her down, shielding her behind the adorned table there, all the while Peter reached inside his suit coat for his gun— eyes now on Gerard Callaghan. He drew his gun and took a couple of steps forward, away from Naomi. He aimed and fired the bullet mere seconds after Isaak’s weapon went off and the screaming erupted. He didn’t have time to look back at Naomi’s face as he ran across the venue and tackled the man. 

[petervolkov]

location: skylar’s apartment who: @skylarowcns​ — closed. 

A lot had transpired in the course of a few days. His family and the Vipers paid the Scorpions a visit where someone died, many were injured, and more were traumatized. Casualties and collateral damage were always part of their world despite making constant attempts at omitting civilians from their more sinister affairs. Peter was aware of how much help Skylar had been and he wanted to check in on her, but the doctor who treated him wanted him to wait at least a week before he went out, but Peter wasn’t going to lock himself up when he was needed at the Viper compound and elsewhere with their President, his uncle. The pain medication he was under didn’t keep him from limping around and it always seemed to wear off when he least wanted it to. Like now that he walked up to Skylar’s apartment, annoyed at how slow he had to take the stairs before he knocked on the door. “It’s Peter.” He called through the door when he heard her feet shuffle on the other side, and he walked inside when she opened the barrier between them. He waited until the door was locked and he could lean against the wall before saying anything to her. “How are you doing?” A question as loaded as the gun he kept with him. 

[petervolkov]

dianaxvolkov​:

“Here I thought you were resourceful enough to teach yourself.” An empty jab at his expense, though from her expression it became apparent that Diana meant it only as a tease. Peter, despite existing in her shadow for most of their lives and becoming an unwitting competitor in the eldest’s vie for her father’s sole attention, was a genuinely talented individual. Perhaps therein lay her fear of being outshone in front of Dimitri, how he might have recognized that potential and divided his time more equally between both children. An unfair burden to place on Peter’s shoulders from a young age, but only one could be the frigid heir to Dimitri’s legacy and as she witnessed the light which remained in her sibling’s eyes… Diana knew that she would not condemn him to her own position. “We are a united front.” Even if their relationship as brother and sister had frozen over with time, the Volkov name and business remained a worthy cause to back. “Dad always wanted you to have that,” she revealed lowly through well-concealed fondness for the deceased, only spotted by those who knew her well enough to identify a momentary splinter in the icy façade. “I remember him mentioning it a few times. He thought about you often.” Regardless of how wrapped around Diana’s finger the former Vice President might have been, he did care for both of his children. Displays of that enduring love were untraditional and fleeting, something she had come to inherit over the years by nature of their world, but it still existed. “There,” she dropped both hands from the tie now snug against his neck. “You could almost pass as decent.”

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Peter wasn’t sure why he didn’t quip back at Diana, he thought that a part of him was too tensed up about their evening plans for the ongoing war between the Vipers and Scorpions. He finished getting ready and handed Diana her heels, one by one, before helping her stand back up. Peter didn’t know which way to feel about Diana’s words when it came to the watch because he hadn’t expected so much honestly, and he wasn’t sure if the memory of their father’s wishes was a ploy to give him a small win while she conquered the bigger battles between them. All he could really do was give her a nod that acknowledged everything she voiced from their united front expanding past any sibling tiffs and their father’s wishes to the almost-compliment about how he looked. “Let’s get going.” His voice was a bit lighter, but still carried that notable tone of determination as he walked over to the door and held it open for her. 

[ TIME JUMP ]

Everything had gone according to plan, minus a couple of small hitches when it came to people who wanted to play hero. The message was heard, loud and clear, and the Volkov’s were expected back on the speedboat that would take them away from the wedding reception. He tried to count heads before he headed to the dock himself, and hoped to god that every last one of his family members was safely inside. He knew they would need to prepare for the storm that was coming. While the Vipers and Scorpions had been in an ongoing war for generations, they had been lighting more fires lately, ones that no one was putting out anymore. Peter walked inside, adrenaline so high that he had yet to notice the reed that stained his white dress shirt under his unbuttoned suit coat. Green hues immediately locked eyes with a matching pair for a moment before he looked over his sister. “Are you alright?” The boat was moving through the waves, aiding their escape. And while Peter’s eyes remained on Diana and she looked relatively fine, he couldn’t understand the expression that came over her face. “Diana?” The blond’s voice felt foreign and far away as the color drained from his face. Without another second’s notice, Peter collapsed onto the ground. 

[petervolkov]

location: wedding who: @naomixjones​​ — closed.

Amidst the chaos that erupted, Peter found Naomi. She was the last person on earth that he expected in attendance at that wedding but he didn’t know anything about her past their previous interactions. Even so, he couldn’t stop himself himself from jogging over to her. He wasn’t expecting the panic in his chest when he thought about her getting hurt in the crossfire. Peter took hold of one of her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. “What’re you doing here?” He snapped, thankful that everyone was still listening to Isaak’s speech to pay too much attention. Peter frantically scanned Naomi’s eyes. He didn’t have much time, he had to get to Gerard before Isaak was done. “Get out!” The tone in his voice was one he’d never used with the woman before. Truthfully, Peter shouldn’t have warned her, he didn’t have to and for all he knew she had always been a Scorpion. It wasn’t like Peter was one of the Vipers who could go through life not being recognized. He was a Volkov and maybe she’d targeted him from the beginning. 

[petervolkov]

location: wedding mentioned: @gerardcalllaghan​ tws: blood, guns, knives, violence, death

Death was never pleasant, but it was part of the fickle strong of experiences and events and feelings called life. The Volkov’s hadn’t gotten together for something like this in a while, but they were known to make an entrance and Peter couldn’t have been more proud to stand with his family. They were dressed elegantly, hosting an array of emblems that marked who they were and why they were there. While there was a clear unity in the moment, as the helicopter door opened, the fury behind each of their eyes was undeniably there as they marched out. All eyes were on them, but Peter’s own scanned the wedding venue. As planned, Vipers infiltrated according to their President’s orders and were either near their targets or had already subdued them, bringing Scorpions all around under their control. The tension that waved through the guests was thick enough to slice through.

Peter didn’t bother to look over to Isaak as the man made his way up on stage, but he could feel the focus in the room shift as everyone focused on his words. The tidy and quick work of known and unknown Vipers made it easy for Peter to make his way through the crowd. He’d spotted Gerard Callaghan across the venue, but before he had a chance to get to the man there was a loud bang that stormed through the wedding and left echoes in people’s ears. Before screaming erupted, in that split second where everyone seemed too stunned to react, Peter was already drawing his own gun. He knew that he didn’t have much time and he was a great shot, he had  to have good aim. With the body of the weapon wrapped between his fingers, he pulled back on the safety and pressed the trigger just as Gerard started moving, jumping into action. The bullet nicked the man and gave Peter enough time to run and tackled him before he could do anything stupid. “Be smart right now.” He spat out as the other drew a knife. 

Unbeknownst to Peter at that moment, multiple things went off script. The stray bullet hit someone affiliated with the Vipers, a nurse by the name Sybil. And the bullet that exited Isaak’s gun never reached its target because a brave older sister cut in, someone he’d later learn and forget as Kate Montgomery. As thoroughly planned out as their plan was, Vipers knew to prepare for the unexpected. There would always be those few people who had something to prove around, making them reckless and turning them into unfortunate collateral. The crowd was increasingly loud and fights broke out everywhere because the Scorpions found their backbones the minute Isaak started to retreat with the others. Gerard was an older man, but he was skilled and Peter considered shooting him and ending it all but remembered, once again, the order of their lifestyle. “Don’t think for a second I’d regret killing you.” Peter’s voice was commandeering, full of power even in a struggle.

He only faltered for a moment when he felt his stiches rip open and it was enough of a lag to allow Gerard a whack at him. Peter felt the jolt of pain that preceded an oozing of warm blood from where Gerard sliced him with his knife. He couldn’t tell how deep it was or how quickly he’d need medical attention, but he was done playing this game. Peter wrapped his hand around the old man and forced it closed over the blade, nearly cutting through him before he ripped the knife away and tossed it. “Enough!” Peter growled, making sure to push his knee into the same hand, successfully crushing it. “All of this is on you.” And with that, Peter pulled his elbow back, flinging his fist forward to collide against Gerard’s jaw and knocking him out. He wanted to do worse, but they were out of time and so he got up to join the rest of the Volkov’s on the getaway speedboat. 

Peter turned to make sure everyone was accounted for, but it was too late for him to go back and cut off any loose threads. And then, there she was: Isabella. The blonde was the closest thing he had to a friend, but the look on her face as their eyes met in the distance let him know that whatever understanding they had before was now over. He couldn’t understand why Naomi was there either, or whether she knew who he was from the beginning. He didn’t even want to process that thought. Peter wouldn’t know why Sybil’s blood was pooling around her or if she’d make it out of the venue at all, at least not yet. 

Eye for an eye, that was how they restored order. 

The Marchand-Montgomery wedding revealed things they should have been prepared for. 

[petervolkov]

isaak-volkov​:

Isaak wanted to relax the best he could on the helicopter before things would rear their ugly head. With Peter’s questioning and tense demeanor, it was making it an impossibility for the VP. Letting out a sigh, he glanced at his cousin and motioned his open hand in front of him. “I don’t have my drink yet,” he stated firmly. Peter’s impatience was becoming borderline insolence at this point and Isaak was beginning to teeter on a thin edge. Noticing Peter glance back at Diana and Vas, he wondered what was all on his mind though he could easily put two and two together. “This is all payback for Vasili, but it even stems further than that and you and Diana know it. It’s also for Dimitri. Don’t forget that,” he asserted, leaning back further in his seat to gain at least some relaxation. This would be a long flight if he had to go over the plan redundantly. “I’m confident you can handle Gerard. I have the utmost faith in you, двоюродный брат,” he acknowledged, then took the martini he ordered and pressed it to his lips for a taste. 

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If Isaak wanted to be left alone, he needed to give clearer instructions because Peter had waited until the drink was in his cousin’s hand before saying anything. He imagined that despite that cool and collected demeanor, Isaak was probably busting at the seams on the inside. He hadn’t seen the older Volkov lay down the law in a while, but Peter knew they were all aching for revenge. At the mention of his late father, Peter’s jaw clenched. This was for all of them and he had no reservations. He listened to Isaak’s rundown, not questioning why he had to get set up with the old guy because he knew Gerard was skilled. “Got it.” Before he knew it, they were hovering over the wedding venue and started to prep for the landing and their entrance. Peter stood up and adjusted his tie, double checking where his gun and extra ammunition were before patting for his blades. He fell into line, there to protect his family and make sure Isaak could make his remarks without any interruptions. He snuck one last glance at his sister before the helicopter door opened. 

[petervolkov]

sybilsbclat​:

“Hello?” Her voice had been thick with sleep when she picked up the phone, but as soon as she heard his voice she had woken up quickly. He’d only be calling her if something was wrong. Sybil had more or less passed out as soon as she got home from Mercy, so she roused herself from bed, slipped into some shorts and grabbed her medical bag before driving to the address he sent her. Another Volkov property with security greeted her. “No problem. No rest for the wicked, right?” Sybil greeted him as she slipped past him, a small smile tugging at her lips. It was the middle of the night and while she’d rather had been fast asleep in her bed, Sybil knew that there was a reason he had called her. It was her job anyhow, and part of her was still looking to better her standing if Irina was asking around. “What’s wrong?” She asked as he shut the door and she was left alone with her patient. Sybil stepped closer and let her eyes roam him, looking for the cause of why she was here. “Are you okay?”

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He wasn’t going to tell her what he had been up to because it wasn’t her business, but also because he didn’t care to get people involved in Viper affairs past the point they needed to be. Sybil was an odd case to her. She didn’t seem like the type to fall into the lifestyle he was used to, but he wasn’t too clear on her past or how she became affiliated with them apart from knowing it had to do with Atlas. Who was another man he, as far as anyone was concerned, showed respect to. At least, the same level of respect as he’d show anyone else in the mafia. “I’m okay, I just need some quick pain relievers. No stitches this time.” He had those taken care of earlier. Peter realized it was stupid to call her at 3am for something like that, but he needed them if he was going to get any sleep before the wedding later that evening. At this hour he was already losing sleep, but he couldn’t fail his family again. Not after failing Vasili at the summer palooza. They needed him in tip top shape for what was going to happen at that Scorpion wedding. It was why he called her so early in the morning. “

[petervolkov]

isaak-volkov​:

Isaak had a lot weighing on him as the Volkov family loaded their private jet. Not only was his father staying behind and having Isaak lead the herd, but he also had an important mission to complete on his own accord. Seconds within boarding the helicopter and Peter greeted him, already spouting off about the mission. “Can I get a drink in hand first?” He side eyed his cousin, showing some disdain for his impatience. Taking his seat on the jet, he awaited for the hired staff to attend to his needs. “Dirty martini with 3 olives,” he ordered before turning back to his cousin. “What’s the rush, Peter? I never go into a fight without a plan A and a plan b all up in here,” the VP pointed to his temple to signify where his brain was located. Also a plan c for that matter, but that went without saying. He honestly hoped his cousin wasn’t silently undermining his capabilities because Isaak would prove his worth to his father and the rest of them, once again without hesitation. “Take a seat. We’re about to take off,” he said to his cousin with an amicable smile while he awaited his drink.

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Peter never understood Isaak’s relaxed demeanor, having shown nothing himself but a need to get each and every single job down as swiftly as possible since he became a bigger part of the Vipers some years ago. Maybe that was what it too be be on top? But he would never say that out loud. There was a certain level of respect he paid his uncle and cousins so he waited patiently, denying the drink. He relented and took a seat inside of the helicopter. It was one of those big and fancy ones, but Peter hadn’t excepted anything less from the Volkov’s when it came to making a big entrance. He glanced back to his sister Diana, which was something he was doing more and more often since what happened to Vas. His eyes shifted to the male. What the fuck was he doing there, wasn’t he still recovering from the stabbing? He waited until everyone was inside of the helicopter, the doors closed, and Isaak got the martini glass between this fingertips. “Go on.”

[petervolkov]

[petervolkov]

dianaxvolkov​:

“Thank you.” Twisting like a music box figurine from her place in front of the long vanity mirror, Diana observed her brother’s entrance with neither anticipation nor surprise. A perfectly neutral expression to mask the quiet eagerness which arose from such a plan. It had been so long since she first craved this level of public condemnation of the Scorpions that every fibre of the captain’s being ached for the chance, clawing at any opportunity. Hues which matched those belonging to her brother drank in his moderately disheveled appearance before crossing the short distance between them, fingers immediately laying claim to the tie as she chided him without malice… For once. “You look like a teenager. Who taught you how to dress?” A rhetorical question and one Diana truly didn’t mean as she began to expertly wrap the fabric in his stead. “I’m surprised that you chose to ride with me instead of the others. Something I’m sure you regret now.”

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“Dad was always too busy with you to teach me how to knot a tie.” He remarked, knowing full well that she’d seen him in formal attire without her help before. He couldn’t pass up on the jab. He felt like the owned the evening. This evening. Tonight. It was for Vasili. For order. It was for the Vipers. It was for their father. For revenge. Peter had never outwardly shown any hesitation when it came to his duties, responsibilities, or expectations as a Viper and certainly felt nothing but loyalty to the Volkov name. And although he liked to put up a front from time to time, escape to the beach and catch a wave or have a pleasant conversation with a civilian, he understood that it was unrealistic to play pretend. It was simply unfeasible to build something out of nothingness, out of the impossible. And so he’d easily slip back into the life he knew, the one he was born into, and the one he’d never think about escaping. For Diana. For their mother. For the Volkov name. He was really to crash the wedding, only the small details like a tie and tucked shirt and strapping a gun or two under his attire were left to do. “Thought it made sense. Y’know. We’re going in as a united front, might as well show how bonded we are.” There was a slight teasing tone in his words as his gaze shifted down, hovering over his sister’s face. Peter smoothed his hands over the top of his slacks to his back, tucking in the white button down as the blonde helped him with the tie. If they’d grown up like ordinary siblings then it might’ve been a more tender moment rather than a show. “You haven’t even mentioned my watch.” It was a family heirloom and the only thing he felt proud to own. “Sadly there was only one in the family, but I like the detail on your heels.” He said, eyeing them on top of a chair behind Diana. 

[petervolkov]

location: some Volkov mansion morning of wedding who: @sybilsbclat​ — closed. 

“Hey, Sybil. Thanks for stopping by at this hour.” Peter said after letting the shorter female slip past the door. He was staying at one of the family’s places since the day before, in preparation for what was to come later that evening. But now, it was about three in the morning and Peter was in pain and unable to sleep fresh out of what he needed. Because Skylar had previously stayed with him, he’d gotten rid of anything temptations around and apparently they were in short supply even here. He wasn’t one to care about inconveniencing anyone, especially after having grown up used to people following his orders if only because of his surname. Which was why he didn’t think twice before rolling out of bed, picking up his phone, and calling someone he knew retreated all of them and would have her own stash. “Come in.” He said, figuring the exchange would be quick. 

[petervolkov]

Peter will be crashing the wedding with his big sis Diana, in style and sporting some snakeskin dress shoes, a matching tie to Di’s outfit, and a family heirloom watch. 

@dianaxvolkov

[petervolkov]

location: diana’s place who: @dianaxvolkov​ — closed.

“You look nice.” Peter smiled as he stepped into the room where they were getting ready. At first it’d been more of a tactical move, to dress to the nines where it was most convenient before they had to leave and catch the helicopter. But now, it was an opportunity to get a better look at his sister and try to determine how she was feeling about the plan. Was Peter nervous to crash the Volkov’s and stir up some chaos in Vasili’s name? No. He, like the blonde with similar eyes across from him now, was trained for this kind of thing. As dark as their world was, there had to be order and all they were doing by going to the wedding was restoring it. Peter had slacks on and a white button down that was yet to be tucked as he approached his sister. The matching tie clung from his neck, undone. And not because he didn’t know how to do a proper knot, but because Diana was better and just maybe that was his way of giving her some big sister duties. 

[petervolkov]

location: on route to the wedding who: @isaak-volkov​ — closed. 

This was a moment for the family to demonstrate how united they were, prove their leadership among the Vipers, and let the Scorpions know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that no one messes with one of theirs and gets away with it. Peter and his sister Diana got ready together and headed to the family helicopter where they met a few of the others who sported the same last name. He was usually with Nicholai but tonight’s affairs were left in the capable hands of their Vice President, and Peter’s cousin, Isaak. Peter adjusted the knot at the top of his tie and then smoothed it down over his abdomen as he approached Isaak. A simple nod was his only greeting. “Give me a rundown.” It was more of a question that ended up slipping past his lips in a dry manner. Peter tapped a few spots across his body to make sure he was equipped with everything he’d need for the Scorpion wedding. What a good day to crash a party. 

[thcfinalgirl]

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[isabella-marino]

@petervolkov​

[petervolkov]