#bellikov

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Belikov’s reaction when someone hurts Bell

Someone: *hurts Bell*

Belikov: *spartan kicks open the door* KGB OPEN UP

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opium dreams in afghan nights | Belikov/Bell Soviet-Afghan War AU

Laying beaten and limp in the cell, you felt more like a creature, a beaten, filthy dog cast away by your masters and left to the wolves amongst the dust. The needle marks marring the skin of your arms only reminded you of one thing.

You were filthy.

Large calloused hands ran through your tangled hair with dried blood still clinging to the strands. Warmth from his touch lingered amidst the cold air of the Afghan night. You nearly flinched away from those hands, not out of fear. No-

“Mitya,” you said hoarsely, an unspoken plea falling off your cracked lips, your throat raw from screaming instinctively under the blade and hot iron of your captors. You opened your eyes reluctantly to the sight of Dimitri Ivanovich Belikov dressed in the tan fabric of his Afghanka uniform. The blue and white stripes of his telnyashka peaked out from the undone collar of his tan flight jacket. The dark shades of his aviators stared down at you as he smiled amusedly at you. 

As you took in the sight of him, his hand reached for your face. You flinched instinctively. He shouldn’t touch you. The dust would get on him. It would taint him and you would never let that happen-

Dimitri hummed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The tune he hummed was a familiar one. One of the tunes that would always play in those baseball games you saw with him in those long nights in the supply closet. 

“Bellchka,” Dimitri sighed out, “Who do you think won the World Series this year?” 

“You should know, Mitya.”

He was the one with the radio, after all. You could almost see his broad frame still almost awkwardly sitting in the supply closet, hunched over the radio and listening in anticipation for the outcome of the games with his favorite team, the Cubs. 

Yes, you thought, he would still do that just like before.

Except you wouldn’t be there. You never would again, not after this. 

And life would continue on. 

Your memory along with that of your flight crew would lie in just the third toast for remembrance. 

In order for the air platoon’s ordinary combat work to be done, you had to be forgotten. 

Everyone would forget you. 

Dimitri would forget you. 

“I don’t know, Bellchka.” Mitya said suddenly as he interrupted your musing, “I don’t watch those games anymore.” 

You sighed.

Opium gave you everything you could have ever wanted. But it was also a sly, little liar and a poor one at that. By now, Dimitri must have moved on and forgotten about you. That was it.

Yet, you couldn’t forget about him. 

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wake up sleepyhead | Bell/Belikov Hunter Killer-verse

It all started with another usual bantering argument between the Mi-24 gunship pilots and the hotshot MiG-25 fighter pilots. In true Soviet fashion, it devolved into a drinking contest between the two platoons. 

Dimitri and yourself were the elected representatives for your Mi-24 gunship platoon in the drinking contest.

And, of course, the hotshot fighter pilot sitting next to you with the bottles of vodka and shot glasses ready took one look at you. 

“You chose a woman to outdrink me, cowboys?” the fighter pilot laughed, leaning against the wooden bar counter. Your comrades simply shook their heads while smirking. 

You smiled. That hotshot had no idea…

For more than several years, you’ve been unintentionally training for this. All those sleepless nights working on your dual major degree in mathematics and aerospace engineering resulted in increasing your alcohol tolerance. 

You glanced at Dimitri next to you. He nodded with a confident smile. 

“Good luck, Mitya,” you said, clapping him on the shoulder. Although, you knew he didn’t need it. You and your comrades could outdrink those hotshot fighter pilots any day of the week. 

After all, you all rode in “drinking glasses.” 

With cheers erupting around you, you turned to your opponent, who had filled the shot glasses up with the clear liquid of vodka. 

“Cheers!” 

And so the games began. 

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“Chunga changa, the blue sky!” you sang merrily, giggling against Dimitri’s shoulder. It was you and Mitya’s song...of victory this time over those arrogant fighter pilots. 

You blinked, seeing your vision swim every so often. 

The barracks...the platoon barracks was that way, right?

“Chunga changa, summer all year round!” Dimitri joined you in singing this time with his arm slung around your shoulder. You stumbled once more, leaning against him with your hands grasping the fabric of his coat. 

“Chunga changa, we have fun!” you sang along with him happily. The street lamps on the airfield base became a blur as you stumbled your way to the barracks with Dimitri. 

“Chunga changa, we sing a song!” you exclaimed with a laugh. Ah, you loved this song so much. Your brother never understood why you loved the song like you did. But then again, Tasha was roped into singing the song along with your comrades before every mission…

Suddenly, the bright blurs in your vision disappeared. Looking up from Dimitri’s shoulder, you saw the familiar interior of the platoon barracks. 

You sighed against his shoulder. The exhilaration of your victory and the song faded away into sudden drowsiness, “I’m tired, Mitya,” you murmured sleepily. You fought to keep your eyes from closing. 

You needed a bed...to sleep. 

You grasped Dimitri’s hand and pulled him with you as you stumbled towards the bed. 

“Sleep, Mitya,” you said, tugging him closer, “Sleep.” 

He laughed, “Alright, my friend. We’ll sleep!” 

Just as Dimitri stepped ahead of you towards the bed, you suddenly found yourself falling. You braced yourself for the usual pain and soreness from cracking your head against the hard wooden floor only to blink at the lack of said pain.

You found yourself staring down at Dimitri. His own surprised gunmetal eyes met yours. The military hat laid askew on the bed. You leaned back only to realize something.

You were straddling him. 

You blinked before murmuring, “Sorry, Mitya,” Your weight must have been uncomfortable for him. With a sigh, you rolled off of him and flopped onto the bed space next to him. 

You sleepily stared up at the white ceiling. 

I...I should move, you thought sleepily. But the bed was so comfortable, and it was always cold in your corner of the barracks. 

And Mitya was warm, you noted. 

Just as you were about to ask Dimitri, you noticed the slight calmness in his breathing. 

He was sleeping. 

You sighed. 

Really you should get up and move-

But maybe for just several minutes, you decided, sleeping here was okay.

Really it would take only just a few minutes…

And with that, you closed your eyes-

-And promptly fell asleep. 

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“Wake up, соня!”

Your brother’s familiar voice shouted. 

“Дерьмо,” Dimitri cursed under his breath, groaning. His arm shifted underneath your head at the sudden shout and opening of the blinds at the windows. 

You blinked at the glaring sunlight boring into your eyes through the open blinds of the window. Sleepily, you pulled yourself up and noticed the sudden murmuring and whistles going around the room.

“What’s going on?” you asked, bringing a hand to your face and shielding your eyes from the harsh sunlight. It was morning already…?

And there he was.

Anton Charkov, your brother, stared at you in shock with his usual morning mug of tea in hand. In fact, he was in the process of drinking it-

“Tasha?” you asked confusedly. You glanced down at yourself, noticing the disarray your clothes were in. Your uniform jacket was uncomfortably at your elbows, while your telnyashka was rumpled and partially ridden up at your middle. 

Gusev whistled, “Hit a home run, Dimitri?” 

Anton Charkov proceeded to choke on his tea.

The next thing you heard was the thump of a knife sinking deep into the wooden post right next to Gusev’s head. You looked down to see Dimitri glaring at Gusev. 

Mitya used the knife under his pillow, you thought drowsily. 

“Отвали!” Dimitri scowled at Gusev. He pulled the blankets over you, covering your disheveled appearance. He got out of bed with a sigh, straightening the wrinkled appearance of his olive-green uniform jacket. 

“Careful, Dimitri! Charkov here might break out the shotgun for his little sister.” Pavel said with a grin. He always did love some drama. Although, you didn’t quite get what the fuss was about. 

This wasn’t the first time you slept with Mitya.

After all, you had fallen asleep with him in the supply closet while listening to late-night broadcasts of baseball games with the short-wave radio there. 

“Nothing happened, idiots.” Dimitri sighed. 

“It’s okay. You’re practically already married to Bell,” Pavel gestured to you with a smug look in his eyes, “I’m sure Charkov wouldn’t mind you being his brother in law.” 

“I have another knife, Comrade Pavel.”

The said man nervously laughed, “Now, now, Dimitri-you know I’m just teasing here. Does that mean Bell here is available…?”

Dimitri smiled, although you couldn’t quite see the look in his eyes. Then again, Mitya was always so friendly. He simply said with a low chuckle, “You are not helping your case here, my friend.”

Pavel paled. 

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Author’s Note: This is a snippet from the military years of Bell and Belikov in the same helicopter assault platoon they worked as MI-24 gunship pilots in the Hunter Killer AU I’m working on. The Hunter Killer AU fic focuses on the KGB years of Bell and Belikov but experiences they shared prior to that will be referenced in the fic. I find it interesting to think about their years in the platoon together so I might write some more snippets about their time together there. 

Anyways, I wrote this as a fun little idea I came up with haha. It is based on the “wake up sleepyhead” meme lol. Also, just in case there were any misunderstandings, Bell and Belikov literally only slept together in the same bed haha. And to clarify, Bell is Anton Charkov’s little sister in this AU haha. This was fun to write. Well, thanks for reading! 

[yunatheintrovert]

Helloooo I have a question/prompt (I guess?) for you! I’ve been wanting to know how (in your Soviet-Afghan war AU), how Belikov reacted when he found out that Bell was Adler’s protégé/accompanying him on the Lubyanka mission? In the game, I don’t think Belikov and Bell interact until he opens the door in the basement to let them in. So in your AU, how would he respond to letting Adler in and *what the fuck* Bell is just chillin in the background? 👀

Hi, zombie-nymph! It’s great to get another awesome ask from you. 

To start, I’ll provide some context for this AU. When Bell gets recruited by Perseus, her death is faked. Belikov soon finds out about Bell’s “death” and what she was going through after they got back from Afghanistan. And he feels guilty and responsible for leaving Bell to go through all of that alone when he should have been there for her. Preoccupied with the initial dilemma he was facing about whether or not to become a double-agent for the CIA (as he was questioning his allegiances), Belikov had neglected to notice how a depressed Bell was distancing herself from him and everyone else. And Belikov realizes that too late when he gets notified of Bell’s “death” by Charkov. Of course, the circumstances of Bell’s “death” are fishy and the body isn’t even identified before it gets cremated, making Belikov think Bell perhaps wasn’t dead and got into trouble with the wrong people. After trying to find out what happened to Bell through his connections in the KGB and other places, Belikov resorts to going to Hudson and the CIA, making a deal with them involving them finding Bell in exchange for him working for them (although there are also other reasons why Belikov works for the CIA such as his disillusionment with Soviet leadership after all those years in Afghanistan in the Soviet-Afghan War). 

And now to answer the prompt: how would Belikov respond to seeing Bell in the Lubyanka building?

Well, Belikov would be absolutely in shock. Honestly, he’d look like as if he’s just seen a ghost because he’s been told time and time again by Charkov and the others that Bell was dead and that Belikov was just obsessively drowning himself in guilt. But he always knew Bell was alive deep down even though he did have his doubts from time to time. And to see her now alive in front of him is just an absolute shock. Belikov would instinctively take a step towards Bell as he is about to say something when he is reminded of the guards he called down to the basement. He quickly snaps back to his usual self and tells Adler that they’ll need to take out the guards in order to get the uniforms. After the uniforms are secured, Belikov can’t help but glance at Bell from time to time because he still can’t believe she is alive and in front of him. As the shock fades away, anger sets in as he realizes that Hudson must have known where Bell was since she is apparently working for the CIA and Hudson never told him that despite their deal. And then after that determination sets in because after all these years, he isn’t going to let anything happen to Bell. 

In addition, throughout the Lubyanka mission, Belikov would be acting rather protective of Bell (such as sticking rather close to her), something Adler notices and wonders about. 

(there also might be a scene where when Bell saves Belikov from the guards by deploying the gas canisters in the vents and taking the guards out, Bell calls Belikov Mitya “for some unknown reason” as she asks if he is okay while handing him the gas mask.)

Anyways, I hope that makes sense and that I wasn’t rambling too much there haha. 

Thanks for sending the ask! It honestly made my day to see someone taking an interest in one of the AUs I do for Belikov/Bell especially the Soviet-Afghan War AU. 

[yunatheintrovert]

Hunter Killer teaser | Bell/Belikov

Under the hail of gunfire and missiles, they often worked as a Hunter-Killer team in their platoon. Bell was the Hunter and Belikov the Killer. 

Now, the circumstances and setting has changed but not their roles. 

Recruited by Major Vadim Rudnik to hunt down a mole responsible for numerous hacking incidents and data leakages, Bell finds herself encountering an old friend and comrade from her past, Dimitri Ivanovich Belikov. 

Rudnik thinks Belikov may know more than he lets on about the mysterious mole in the Lubyanka building. But Bell knows her former co-pilot too well to entertain the notion. 

...No matter all these years, Mitya hasn’t changed, right? 

Status: WIP. 

(I will post the first chapter for this within a couple of days at max. I’ll put the ao3 and tumblr post link to the first chapter here when I write it and post it.) 

Pairing: Bell/Belikov

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the condition of love | Bell/Belikov Soviet-Afghan War AU one-shot

You stared at your comrade’s back. He never gave up, shot after shot fired at the approaching dushmani. Mitya would have escaped, you thought, if I wasn’t here with my broken legs. 

Sometimes you wished the impact of the initial crash had killed you. 

It would have been simpler.

You wouldn’t have been dragging him down like this. 

No matter how much you begged him to leave you behind, that stubborn fool didn’t leave you there by the crash site where the wreckage of the Mi-24D gunship still burned in the night. 

“You’re an idiot, Mitya,” you murmured, clutching the side of your abdomen. Broken ribs, you had guessed before. But broken ribs never ached this much with cold seeping into your body. Your clammy hands tightened in their grip on the rifle resting in your lap. 

First-aid had never been your specialty. But you knew enough from training at the military academy to recognize the signs of severe internal bleeding. 

I’m dying, you numbly realized.

You nearly laughed. 

It...it was so matter of fact. 

I’m dying, I’m bleeding, the sky is blue, I’m in love-

It was just a description, a fact.

You blinked at the last thought.

I’m in love.

You glanced over to Dimitri. The sound of gunfire and grenades exploding nearby had long since faded into a crescendo in your ears. The impact had deafened you. 

“Я тебя люблю,” you said breathlessly, feeling a weight taken off your chest at last-

“Прости!” he said, retreating back under cover with the brief break of gunfire fading away, “I was shooting someone. What did you say?” 

“...I said you’re an idiot.” 

And of course, he just laughed with amusement dancing in those gunmetal blue eyes.

“Forgive me for being such an idiot, my friend,” he said with a chuckle, “Drinks will be on me when we get to Kabul.”

You sighed, leaning your head back against the rocky cave wall. A painful laugh wracked through your body as you tenderly clutched your abdomen with one arm. 

Well, that went well. 

It’s okay, you told yourself. Dimitri didn’t need to know, at least not from you personally.

After all, there was always the letter. 

But he did need to know one thing. 

“I’m dying.”

The words left your lips next. Yet the only response was the steady exchange of gunfire echoing through the Afghan night. 

Again, he didn’t hear you. 

You wanted to yell at him, to make him realize that he should leave. He needed to know pointless it was to be around you now because-

-Ultimately, he was only protecting a dying woman. 

And so you tried to speak up time and time again. 

But he just didn’t hear you. 

The Afghan dust fell from the cave with the shuddering impact of a mortar strike. You covered your eyes with a hand, feeling heat tear at your eyes from the accursed dust. You laughed painfully once more, choking on that Afghan dust. 

“You really are an idiot, Mitya.” 

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His arms rested at your middle securely, holding you close enough to him that his warmth seeped into you. Sitting between his legs, you leaned back and rested your head against his warm Afghanka coat. 

Your own coat had been torn to pieces in the crash, leaving you only in your light flight suit meant for the warmer temperatures of Afghanistan. 

You sighed at the comforting warmth of it. 

Everything felt so cold. 

“Are you afraid I’ll roll away?” you spoke up suddenly, disturbing the trepid quietness settled in the air. Dimitri held you as if you were going to roll down the mountain suddenly. His chest shook lightly behind you as he chuckled. 

“Да,” he said with amusement heavy in his voice, “I am afraid you’ll blow away from the wind and roll down the mountain.” 

You smiled, chuckling at his joke. The throbbing white-hot pain in your abdomen flared. You winced suddenly. Sometimes, laughter wasn’t the best medicine. 

His hold on you tightened ever so slightly. 

He doesn’t know, you told yourself. You had long since decided that Dimitri didn’t have to know. Nothing could be done about internal bleeding, not without a medevac. And you just knew he was too stubborn to leave you here, dying or not. 

“Я не могу потерять тебя,” Dimitri whispered softly, the amusement in his voice had faded. Your slow breathing hitched at his words. 

But really, he was wrong.

He could afford to lose you.

In fact, you could easily see yourself simply being quietly remembered alongside your fallen comrades at the third toast of every meal. You welcomed that. It was how things had to be for you and your comrades to fulfill the ordinary combat work ordered. 

Mitya was just too stubborn to give up. 

But you didn’t say any of that. 

And so you remained quiet, lulled into an exhausted, hazy state by the warmth…

“The Cubs will win the World Series this year,” Dimitri suddenly declared. You blinked, the fog fading ever so slightly from your mind. Did he just say-

“Mitya,” you began. He just said that prediction as if that was a by-gone fact, “The Mets are going to win. They’ve got Darryl Strawberry as their slugger.” 

“Nyet, the Cubs have Sandberg!”

And so began the long debate over which team would win the World Series in September. 

In the midst of all that, Mitya never did let you fall asleep. 

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Bell/Belikov Military Leave HCs

It isn’t often that Bell and Belikov are granted military leave from their platoon to visit their families. Since both their families lived near each other, it only made sense that Bell and Belikov travelled together for the trip back home. And so they always traveled together when granted leave to visit their friends and family back home. 

Belikov and Bell usually sat right next to each other, something both out of convenience and security. It wasn’t uncommon for a little pickpocketing to happen in the cramped spaces of military transport flights. Sitting next to each other helped decrease the risk. An unofficial system formed between Belikov and Bell about having one person keep awake while the other slept for a period of time before alternating. Although, Bell often found herself sleeping against Belikov’s shoulder along with Belikov having ended up not waking her up. And when she confronted him about it, he just casually said that she looked tired and needed more sleep. 

Often times, their trip back home together took more than one day which meant they usually had to stay somewhere overnight. It was difficult to get rooms on such short notice with the price and documentation that needed to be shown even though they were both military officers. In addition, there was the limited availability of rooms available at places to stay overnight. So much so that Bell and Belikov sometimes joked to each other that it’d be so much easier if they were married since they’d only need to go through the hassle of getting one room. After all, in the Soviet Union, unmarried couples cannot share a room together. 

While Belikov and Bell usually spent a good portion of their leave apart while visiting their respective family and friends, they do also took the time to relax and enjoy the things they missed in the often remote airfields they were stationed at. One of these things is doing activities together like ice-skating. (Because Belikov sure as hell wasn’t going to have a klutz like Bell go ice-skating by herself.) 

The whole affair of ice-skating goes as well as expected which is to say not well at all. Bell can barely stand on the ice with her ice skates without slipping and falling. Belikov tried to be a patient coach however that was abruptly put on pause when Bell somehow crashed into him while slipping on the ice. Bell found herself on top of a stunned Belikov. Noticing his stunned state, Bell immediately assumed he had a concussion as she worriedly asked “Are you okay, Mitya?!”. It took a few moments for Belikov to come to his senses before he assured Bell that he was fine. Still, ice-skating was put on hold for some time.

Shortly after the ice-skating fiasco, Bell and Belikov opted to instead wander the department store nearby for candies and confectionaries such as Mishka Kosolapy, Rot Front bars, and various kinds of toffees to give to Belikov’s many younger cousins and relatives along with Bell’s own younger relatives. In addition, they also got several Vzletnaya candies from a different store in order to help stop their ears from being blocked as a result of falling pressure on the eardrums for the return military transport flight back to the airfield later on.

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Bell/Belikov Headcanon: Bell’s an absolute klutz (outside of missions) and Belikov is always trying to make sure Bell doesn’t accidentally hurt herself

(for clarification, I usually imagine this happening in the setting where Bell and Belikov served in the same helicopter assault platoon together)

Bell has such absolute focus during missions that she’s not a klutz. However, outside of missions isn’t a different story. For example, as soon as Bell climbs out of the helicopter’s cockpit after a mission, she’ll trip or make a misstep while climbing down the steps and faceplant on the tarmac. In addition, Bell often trips and falls down the stairs. Hence why Belikov usually walks down the stairs in front of Bell so he can either catch her or soften her landing when she falls. Still, Bell manages to trip over nothing but her own two feet at times. So really the first aid kits placed around the airfield are for only person primarily: Bell. 

This also helps Bell have a high pain tolerance. Sometimes, she won’t even notice or pay much mind to a bleeding wound on her shoulder or arm from getting grazed by a bullet that went through the un-reinforced glass of the Mi-24′s cockpit during a combat mission. And of course, Belikov notices that and makes Bell go to the infirmary to get medical treatment with the promise that yes he’ll keep her informed of what happened at the game scheduled for the baseball broadcast.