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Firefighters and Disability Rights UK coming in swinging for trans people. Not a combination I could have predicted in a billion years, but grateful all the same.
Write to your MPs to request they sign the Prayer Motion to get the guidance withdrawn.
Every single one of these politicians has a spine of steel; terfs own the media, the government, the courts, so these MPs will face a deluge of harassment and lawfare for standing behind trans people. It would be better for them personally, and their careers, for them to throw trans people under the bus like the rest of Labour.
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Welcome back comrades! Get prepared for the second edition of NikPrice week ! Whether you are here to write, draw, create renders or simply to enjoy the content, we are all here to spread the love for our favorite duo once again !
If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to us here with asks or our twitter page.
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Happy creating!
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Prompt List
SFW
Day 1 - Under enemy fire
Day 2 - Road Trip
Day 3 - Snowed In
Day 4 - A well deserved break
Day 5 - Date Night
Day 6 - Alternate Universe
Day 7 - Meeting the Family
NSFW
Day 1 - Fully clothed / cockwarming
Day 2 - Scent Kink
Day 3 - Exhibitionism
Day 4 - Aftercare
Day 5 - Dry Humping
Day 6 - Roleplay
Day 7 - Anonymous / Secretive Sex
Instructions:
This yearâs ship week has a theme! NikPriceWeek2026 revolves around Four Seasons: Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
2. Participants will still follow the usual format of 7 SFW and 7 NSFW prompts with a total of 14 prompts of your choosing. You are free to choose either prompts or both, you can also combine prompts, go nuts!
3. Every entry must incorporate a seasonal theme in some way, however there are no strict requirements on how you use the seasons. You are completely free to structure your week however you like, for example:
All 7 days can be centered around Winter
7 prompts divided into 2 Summer, 3 Autumn and 2 Spring related prompts
Alternating seasons every day
4. The only requirement is that the chosen prompt reflects the atmosphere, symbolism, aesthetic or the feeling of a season.
5. Participants who manage to include all four seasons across their entries will receive a special commemorative art illustrated by our honorary artist!
6. Youâre free to post your entries wherever youâd like. Weâll mainly be on Twitter and Tumblr to interact and reblog/retweet posts!
7. All content should be tagged accordingly (e.g., NSFW, sensitive topics like MCD/dubcon etc)
8. No plagiarism, No AI
9. Be respectful to all creators, no harassment or hate allowed
10. Posting period starts from 6/7/2025 to 12/7/2025
11. Late submission extended to 6/8/2025
FAQ
Can I include other characters and relationships in my work?
Absolutely. But the focus should be on Nikprice as they are the heart of the event, entry focused on another pairing as the primary will not be accepted.
Does it have to be "reboot" Nikprice?
OG/Vintage Nikprice is very welcome. How about vintage Price and reboot Nik, or vice versa? All the Niks and all the Prices, please and thank you.
Can I mix sfw and nsfw prompts?
Yes. NSFW prompts are only limited to 18+ accounts and just make sure your work is tagged appropriately
Eligibility for the commemorative art
To qualify for the special commemorative art, you only need at least one entry featuring each season (Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter). This means even participants who completed only 4 prompts total can still earn the art, as long as all four seasons are represented across their entries.
not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as âmy liegeâ would come strangely naturally
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I need Nik and Price to fake their death and become lighthouse keepers or something. Moody lighthouse keepers on a small island where it's almost always foggy. That's a vibe.
Poor Laswell having to deal with boyfriends in crime, she deserves a raise tbh. What do you mean her best friend turned rogue, killed her boss, is now a wanted man and his husband who also happens to be a very well known fixer / arms dealer / just overall shady motherfucker is helping him out while this is happening (let me dream) !!!
Laswell knew he would be there. Her mole had been watching him for a week, and he had repeated the exact same pattern of behaviour from morning until dusk. She had too much respect for him to try and tap his phones or intercept his emails. Hell, she wasn't even sure the CIA could manage it anyway.
As she stepped across the threshold of the bar and the air conditioning washed over her face, she drew in a steadying breath. They had worked together for many years, and it felt alien to sit on the opposite side of the proverbial table. There was still a chance. She had to try.
"Laswell," Nik acknowledged in his low timber, gesturing the barman with two fingers. "You came personally."
"Of course, Nik. You're my..." she hesitated, "...you're my friend, and so is he." How far a spook could have friends was not a debate she really wanted to consider in that moment. It felt right. Like the only word that really encompassed the last decade and a half.
They sat in silence. Two dry martinis arrived. Nik took the end of the tooth pick and stirred the olive around the edge of the glass. She took a sip, lips pulling back over her teeth as she placed the glass back down. Strong.
Her fingers pushed over the base of the glass. "You can't save him from this one. He's too far gone."
Nik didn't answer immediately. He pulled the olive from the pick and chewed it. "Perhaps, perhaps not."
"Do you know where he is?"
"Sometimes."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Nik threw the pick onto the bar and returned to nursing his glass. "When he needs me, he calls me. When he does not need me, I wait to be called."
Nik wasn't looking at her, and she realised now that he was deliberately avoiding it. There was a tremor of pain in his voice that he couldn't mask. It was her way in, but she wasn't sure she was cruel enough to mine said wound for intel. "Is he... well?"
"No," Nik said. "He is... broken."
Laswell heard an echo of Price in Nik's choice of words. 'You broken?' She had seen photographs of him in recent months. He looked... gaunt. Everything from his facial hair to his clothes were dark. Like he had slipped from shades of grey to shadow, and lost himself in the process. Nik would have watched it happen, powerless to stop the spiral. She couldn't twist the knife anymore. "Help me bring him in, Nik. Help me help him."
Nik huffed a laugh, and his eyes lifted from where they had been studying a knot in the wooden finish of the bar. "You know I cannot do that."
Laswell felt a lump rise in her throat. Three decades of fucking service and nothing had ever hit her like this. No loss, no operation, no coup. She realised now she hadn't come here expecting to get Nik to betray John. She'd come to say good bye. "It looks like we're sitting at opposite ends of the table for this one then."
Nik sighed. "It seems so."
"I can give you two days' headstart."
"I appreciate it."
She sniffed, blinking quickly, her head tilting back as she looked at the ceiling to gather herself. Steadied, she lifted her glass from the bar. "To old comrades."
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Seeing Price ragged got me feeling all sorts of ways. I need Nik gentling that man. Perhaps Price puts up a fight because he's been running on adrenalin and animal fear of every shadow for months, but Nik's irresistible once he's skin to skin. His hands get up John's shirt and his lips find his neck, and before Price knows it his face is buried in Nik's chest, blunt nails tracing up and down his back.
It was like something out of a dream, seeing Nikolai again.
Though John wasn't sure if the dream was one of the gentle, beautiful kind, or the opposite. It had become hard to tell as of late.
There he stood in the foyer of the flat John had found to hide in, the warm brown of his eyes shining honey-gold under the shoddy lighting. John couldn't remember if the last time he saw Nikolai the other man had looked as tired as he did now.
"What are you doing here?" John asked after too long, though the answer was obvious.
"I have been searching for you."
"Why?"
I am the only one who could find you.
The man didn't need to say it for John to know. The way Nikolai tilted his head, eyes full of sorrow, was enough. John's hands clenched into fists to stop them from shaking.
"Solnyshko..."
"Don't call me that," he bit out, taking a step back as Nikolai took one forward. Somehow he was simultaneously too far and too close, somewhere John could almost give himself the mercy of falling into him but still shrank away in fear of staining Nikolai's hands with the grime and blood that drenched his own.
His back hit the wall. A low whine came from his throat before he could clamp it down and to his shame he felt the prick of tears in his eyes as Nikolai hushed him gently, the other man's hand settling on the side of his neck.
"You are okay, John," he murmured. "We are okay." Blunt nails scratched the hair at the base of John's skull. The gentle motion made shivers wrack down his spine, drawing another low sound from deep in his chest.
Trapped between peeling tapestry and Nikolai's body, John wasn't sure whether to snarl and throw Nikolai off him or shatter and let him gather the pieces.
In the end the choice was made in his stead when Nikolai slowly, so slowly, drew him into his arms. His hands burned like a brand on the bare skin of John's back where one of them slipped under his shirt to hold him close.
He was loathe to admit just how much the realisation of how long it had been since gentle hands had touched him frightened him.
In the wake of it John let Nikolai bear his weight when his knees grew weak, his hands grasping the back of Nikolai's worn jacket in a desperate attempt to find some sort of tether.
Chapped lips brushed his hairline in a fleeting kiss, the rasp of stubble on his skin sharp and real enough to have him muffling a sudden sob on Nikolai's shoulder.
"I am here, John," Nikolai whispered. His grip was almost as desperate as John's was when he lowered them both to the floor and pulled John to his lap.
He took refuge in the warm expanse of Nikolai's chest and hid his face in the hollow of his collar. His breath hitched around the lump in his throat as salty tears left itching tracks on his cheeks. "M'- m'sorry."
Almost immediately Nikolai hushed him again. "No need for apologies," he said quietly against the crown of John's head. "We will figure it out."
He wiped the tears with a soft hand and pressed a kiss to John's brow. "Rest now."
John couldn't find it in himself to refuse now that Nikolai was there with him.