#joe x nicky

[nkp1981]

Joe And Nicky Throughout The Years

じょにき

[sheafrotherdon]

“Just let me be grumpy!” Joe says, slouched in the overstuffed armchair, arms folded across his chest and his mouth shaped into something dangerously close to a pout.

“Hmmm,” says Nicky, considering.

Joe glowers at him.

“I love you,” says Nicky. He crosses the room and leans down, hands propped on each arm of the chair as he brushes a kiss to Joe’s forehead.

Joe huffs and swats at him. “I know.”

Nicky tilts his head and looks at him. “Do you?”

“After nine hundred years?” asks Joe. “Yes, I know.”

“I don’t think you do,” says Nicky, and clambers to sit astride Joe’s thighs, hands on his shoulders.

“This isn’t helping,” grumbles Joe.

“Very sad,” says Nicky, as if a tragedy is genuinely at play. He kisses Joe on the cheek. “Awful.”

Joe clenches his jaw, a sure sign he’s trying not to smile.  “Nickyyyyy,” he whines.

Nicky kisses his other cheek. “Hmm?”

Joe’s hands shift, sliding to rest at Nicky’s hips. “You’re a monster.”

“Oh, without a doubt,” says Nicky, kissing the tip of Joe’s nose.

“A man can’t have a proper sulk with you around.”

“It’s true.” Nicky pauses, waiting for Joe to meet his gaze before he closes the gap between them and kisses him sweetly. Joe sighs into his mouth, slides his hands up under the back of Nicky’s t-shirt as the kiss shifts and deepens, and Nicky hums happily.  When they part Joe has to blink to clear his vision, and when he looks up at Nicky again the corner of his mouth is curved into a smile.

“Unfair,” he says, and tugs Nicky into a hug, all elbows and knees and murmured affection, the chair groaning quietly beneath them both.

[twobabkas]

the old guard (2020)

[kinnsporsche]

You're a child. An infant. Your mocking is thus infantile. He's not my boyfriend. This man is more to me than you can dream. He's the moon when I'm lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold. And his kiss still thrills me, even after a millennia. His heart overflows with a kindness of which this world is not worth of. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He's not my boyfriend. He's all and he's more.

[ndcgalitzine]

THE OLD GUARD (2020) - Yusuf al-Kaysani & Nicoló di Genova ~ everyone's favorite van scene ♥

[bestoldmanyaoi]

Old Man Yaoi Tournament Round 1

[terapsina]

Your favorite ship involving an Actually Good Relationship with Healthy Communication and Much Adorableness!

[valhethella]

over and over and over and over and over and over

joe & nicky

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[randomfandombullshiz]

Just asking y'all to stop this bs PLEASE

[percysjakcson]

This man is more to me than you can dream. He's the moon when I'm lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold. And his kiss still thrills me, even after a millennia. His heart overflows with the kindness of which this world is not worth of. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He's not my boyfriend. He's all and he's more.

YUSUF AL-KAYSANI AND NICOLÒ DI GENOVA

[cull3nblaze]

HAPPY PRIDE

[nomanitas]

Joe & Nicky THE OLD GUARD (2020)

[sheafrotherdon]

We can talk about the reasons that Nicky and Joe found themselves north of Gitchigami in early December in 1747, or we can talk about the fact that it was there that they saw their first moose. Emerging from the woods on an overclouded afternoon, the moose paused and looked directly at their position, some several hundred feet further down the trail.

Joe, a sensible man, broke into a set of fervent prayers he hadn’t said since childhood. Nicky went very, very still.

The moose sniffed the air twice, then huffed as if mildly annoyed to have had its stroll interrupted by humans, and turned to walk away from them both on frighteningly long legs.

“What is that?” hissed Joe.

Nicky did not reply. He was busy being very, very still.

Joe watched as the many-antlered, gangly creature whose name he did not know walked further away. Only then did he carefully turn his head to look at Nicky. “Nicolo?”

Nicky did not respond, as he was busy being very, very still. It was the kind of stillness Joe recognized from other moments in their long lives, and meant danger was imminent, which was not at all reassuring. 

Joe looked back up the trail at the creature’s prominent rump, and then back at Nicky.  This kind of stillness usually occurred before Nicky took aim at a ne’er-do-well with his arrows, his sword, his knives, or his flintlock, depending on the situation. Joe very much hoped Nicky had no intention of using any weaponry in any way, from this distance or any other, not only because he had no desire to annoy a four-legged beast of the woods who could passably crush them both on sight, but because the whatever-it-was was astonishing.

In the next second, Nicky relaxed completely and looked at Joe with a small smile. “We are well, Joe.”

Joe sputtered. “We are well?”

Nicky nodded, and gestured over his shoulder. “I think we should retrace our steps.”

Joe pointed up the trail at the figure of the creature in the distance. “And that?”

“We shall ask those we see about it,” said Nicky.

“There are no words,” Joe offered.

Nicky stuck his mittened hands atop his head. “We will mime.”

Joe looked around, as though there might be help, or someone else who could witness what he had to put up with on a daily basis. Seeing no one, he burst into laughter.

Nicky grinned at him. “What a tale we shall tell.”

“Of the tree-legged beast of the woods.”

“That turned you into a quivering wreck.”

“That turned you into a statue.”

Nicky clapped Joe on the shoulder. “We have both seen better days,” he acknowledged. “And yet neither of us vacated our bowels, and for that we should be congratulated.”

Joe felt a rush of giddiness that was the natural successor to fear, or the regular consequence of looking at Nicky and remembering he loved him very much. Either. Both. Joe did not care, but instead leaned in to kiss Nicky firmly on the mouth. “We will be braver in the retelling, my beloved.”

“Precisely,” said Nicky with a smile. “Back to the others?”

“Back,” Joe nodded, and they allowed themselves one last look at the creature before they headed toward camp, diligently plotting the ways in which their encounter might have gone differently, and swapping gleeful lies.

[twobabkas]

We killed each other. Many times. Yeah.

[kinnsporsche]

— We are usually a better judge of character. I suppose you are taking us to the person who paid for your betrayal.

[ndcgalitzine]

Bed head? Nicely tousled.

THE OLD GUARD (2020)