#it's nicky looking away with a tiny smile on his lips!!!!!!!!!!!!

[neo404]

maybe nick and his bf are making out and they are caught by matt and chris and then some days after that they are caught by matt and chris but they are having sex and matt and chris are teasing them after that idk something like that would be so good in my opinion

(english isn't my first language so i hope you understand what i mean! also if you don't want to do it, then don't-i won't be mad. have a good day!!😊😊)

Caught.

Summary: You and (boyfriend) Nick have been making out on the living room when Matt and Chris decided to pay a little visit.

Tw: cursing.

Note: I just did the part where they are making out because I didn’t knew how to write the other part, I hope that’s all right. Kinda short too.

The movie played unnoticed on the background while Nicks mouth was pressed against mine, his lips softly moving against mine, my hands playing with the strings of his hoodie and his hands pulling me in by my hair.

It has been a while since his brother went to their rooms, we decided it would be fun to watch a movie on the couch, but Nick grew bored of the movie fast and wanted to make out.

‘’WOW, not on the living room.’’ Chris voice sounds loud. Nick pushes me away from him, I look at Matt and Chris standing beside the tv and my face blushes a bit.

‘’What the fuck are you doing here?’’ Nick stands up and tries to push them out of the room.

‘’We just wanted to spend some time with our brother and his boyfriend. What’s wrong with that?’’ Chris is smiling and I can tell Matt is holding back a laugh.

‘’Just go away.’’ Nick mutters.

‘’But we just got here.’’ Matt smiles sitting besides me, Chris follows him sitting besides him. Nick covers his face and lets out a tiny scream while waking towards the couch and sitting beside me. ‘’So, what is the movie about?’’

‘’I don’t think they know, too busy smooching each other.’’ Chris says making a kissing face.

‘’Shut up.’’ Nick says throwing a pillow at him.

‘’Why? Is Nickie shy because he was busy with his boyfriend? Muak muak.’’ Chris smiles and throws the pillow back at Nick. Matt laughs and I try to hold mine back.

‘’I’ll literally kill you Christopher, stop it.’’ Nick tries to sound tough but his red face and nervousness got the best of him, making it sound more like a whine. Matt and Chris laugh more. ‘’I hate both of you so much.’’ Nick hugs me and hides his face on the crook of my neck.

‘’Well, your boyfriend hasn’t said anything. Tell him to defend you.’’ Matt says.

‘’Shut up.’’ Nicks voice is muffled by my body. I put my arms around his and rub his back.

‘’I don’t mind, I think it’s very cute when he gets like this.’’ I tell them, smiling.

‘’SEE, we are doing you a favor. He thinks you look cute, I’m the best wingman.’’ Chris smiles and nudges at matt who rolls his eyes.

‘’Let’s put another movie. I actually want to watch something.’’ Matt says while grabbing the tv remote.

‘’I wanna go to my room.’’ Nick mumbles to my ear, I chuckle and kiss his head gently.

‘’We can go after this movie, it will be all right, I’m here.’’ I feel him pout against my skin and then nods. ‘’It will be fun, you’ll see.’’

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader

[veryace-ficrecs]

Percy jackson fic recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

In a Field of Dandelions by mrthology - Rated T

"You okay there?" she asked once she was closer, smiling in what she hoped was a welcoming manner. The man smiled back, still looking a bit confused. Nicky's breath caught in her chest when he met her eyes. His gaze was a little too vivid, his bone structure a little too perfect. He seemed a little too much more than human. Part of her wanted to run, while another part wanted to follow him to the ends of the earth and beyond. "I think so," he replied, breaking the spell. "Just trying to figure out day one, I suppose. I'm Percy!" ----- Percy and Annabeth's eldest child starts school. Percy inadvertently causes a bit of a stir, and Annabeth isn't jealous, not at all.

good does not equal Goode by vani_em - Rated G

One thing was clear: Percy Jackson was not Goode High School material.

The Overwhelming Specter of Your Mothers Book Club by 60sec400 - Not Rated

Martha Blofis stared at her son in shock. “What do you mean,” she said slowly, “that you’re married?” Her son fidgeted nervously. First, he ran a hand through his peppered hair, and then his eyes flickered down and away. Then he lifted them again and smiled meekly at her. “Paul,” she said, “I need you to tell me what in gods name you were thinking.” “Her name is Sally Jackson?” Paul said, his voice lifting as he weren’t quite sure what the name of his wife was. AKA Paul tells his mother he hasn't seen in four years that he's married. Really, the only thing she can think about is what she's going to tell her boook club.

Good Enough for Someone by bouquetofwhoopsiedaisies - Rated T

Paul was quiet for a minute on the other side of the bathroom door. Percy expected him to walk away, but he didn’t. “Percy?” There was something in his voice that Percy couldn’t identify. Something like concern, mixed with something like fear… something that let Percy know he had truly and royally fucked up. He felt hyper-aware of every sound, from the dripping of the facet to the shifting weight of the person outside the door, his mind spinning as he tried to map Paul’s position like he was in battle. He heard the tiny, barely perceivable sound of fingertips brushing the doorknob, and it made him want to throw himself out the window and flee to the fire escape. Especially at Paul’s next words: “Can I open the door?” Percy bit his already-split lip, not even caring at the pain the action brought. He stared up at the fluorescent light above him. He scrubbed at his eyes, ignoring the dull flare of pain from the bruise there. He didn’t realize he was crying until the salt stung his wounds. “Percy?” Paul called his name again. “Yeah,” Percy sucked in a deep breath, even as a broken rib made his chest feel tight. “I… I guess I could use some help."

Stars on the Water by liketolaugh - Rated T

"I dunno, I just think it would make a lot of things easier for a lot of people," Percy said to Thalia, when she just stared at him. His cheek rested in his hand, a rare pensive look leaving his eyes distant and unfocused. "Mom has Paul now, so it’ll be easier on her if she doesn’t have to worry about me mucking things up. Dad won’t have to keep threatening war every time Zeus gets his toga twisted. The prophecy’s done, so I won’t be bringing it down on Nico. And no one will have to worry about me blowing up another volcano."

Oh Sugar Sugar by mrthology - Rated T

After the Titan War Percy starts feeling under the weather - he’s always tired, losing weight he doesn't have to lose, is constantly freezing, and just generally feeling lousy. But he’s kidnapped by Hera before he can see a doctor like his mom wants. Then there’s the Quest to Alaska, sailing to the Ancient Lands, falling into Tartarus, fighting the Giants in Athens, fighting Gaea herself… Needless to say, he had too much on his mind to notice a few annoying symptoms that can mostly be ignored. It turns out Type-1 Diabetes can be incredibly dangerous, especially when you don’t know you have it in the first place. Now three chapters, and featuring a much needed Percy and Nico heart to heart.

Red Ink Checkmarks by liketolaugh - Rated T

Paul joins their family a year and a half after Smelly Gabe leaves it. Percy, to his own irritation, is still sensitive about a lot of things at that point.

he ain't heavy, he's my brother by mrthology - Rated G

Percy doesn’t get migraines very often, thank the Gods, but when he does they tend to knock him on his ass for days, regardless of drugs, ocean water, sleep, ambrosia, or anything else he’d tried. He just had to wait (suffer) it out. It was just his luck that his first migraine in literally years would hit when he was visiting his father in Atlantis for the first time after the war with Gaea. And instead of waking up with one and being able to hide in his rooms, he’d have to collapse in public, right after talking to his half brother Triton. If it didn’t hurt so damn much he’d be embarrassed.

To Sir, With Love by writergirl8 - Rated T

"Here's how the game works: Because I'm one of the lucky teachers that gets to have you from seventh grade to twelfth grade, I get to watch all you grow up. When I toss this ball in your direction, I want you to say your name, your favorite color, and what you hope to accomplish in the next six years of your life."

We Hitch an Awesome Ride by ariadnes_string - Rated G

Percy and his friends get a lift from some guys who might know as much about monsters as they do.

Five Times Percy Jackson Cheated At School by lammermoorian - Rated T

...And One Time Someone Cheated Him The story of how Percy chooses a major, gets a family, and accidentally becomes a superstar in the world of classical studies. Turns out, being able to read ancient Greek and instinctively knowing how to sail every ship ever invented is actually pretty useful in some fields.

percy jackson and the scrutiny of his coworkers by pqrker - Rated G

Jim turned back to the tank and looked at Marcie the seal, who was now staring at the spot his coworker had been standing just moments before with that same strange look of reverence in her eyes. Percy Jackson truly was the oddest person Jim Elpool had ever worked with. or 5 times percy's coworkers were confounded by his fish magic, plus 1 time they try to figure it out

The Boyfriend by Roselightfairy - Rated G

The cliche: Annabeth's private-school friend finds out that Annabeth has a boyfriend. The twist: This mortal already knows Percy Jackson, from long ago.

Not So Shore by bananannabeth - Rated G

Percy Jackson just transferred to AHS on a swimming scholarship, and Olivia is convinced that there's something weird about him. In order to get to the bottom of it, she decides to befriend him and his girlfriend, Annabeth, and drags her best friend Kelly along for the ride.

Gratuity At Twenty Percent by inkncoffee - Rated T

Amphitrite was no fool and she wouldn't be played for one. Not even by the lord of the sea himself. When Poseidon starts disappearing at night, Amphitrite investigates. She's not entirely sure if what she finds is better or worse than what she expected.

Deprivation by inkncoffee - Rated G

"Percy are you drunk?" Poseidon asked with a frown Or in which Percy hasn't slept in 72 hours and is surviving solely on Red Bull and blue M&Ms when Poseidon comes calling. Which is probably important, but Percy's brain stopped working twenty hours and seven Red Bulls ago so.

I hear babies cry by Eat0crow - Rated T

Percy's not adjusting well after the war. No matter what he tries, Camp Half-Blood just feels wrong. So, he decides to take off. Nico goes along for the ride.

Big Black Jelly Beans by Darkanny - Not Rated

Percy glared at him, pouting. He looked back at his dog as she chased after a bee. She was kinda bigger, he had to admit, but that didn’t mean anything, right? Granted, he didn’t really know where she went to most of the time, what with her shadow-travelling all the time. But when she was around he was very careful on feeding her healthy stuff…or the healthiest part of what was left on his plate anyway. She was not fat.

"the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room" by r1ptides - Rated G

“all I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room”

the jackson files by Ideasofmarch - Not Rated

Summary

Makin’ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Does anyone know who the fuck Percy Jackson is??? Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Whomst? Makin’ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Check rachel dares insta story Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd k Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Okay somebody find out who this kid is right damn now. - Rachel Elizabeth Dare posts a video of Percy on her instagram story. it all just spirals from there.

family tree by r1ptides - Rated G

it's a goode tradition for freshmen to make a family tree for english class. percy struggles.

Please insert your (sand) dollar here by Sugarplume02 - Rated G

Percy just wants to pay for his Chips Ahoy with the sea dollar he got from his dad. Too bad it doesn't fit in vending machines.

The guy in line behind him just wants to pay for his Cheez-its.

The Problem With Field Trips by HopeLions13 - Rated T

Percy just knows things are going to go wrong when his eighth grade class takes a field trip to a dude ranch. They always do. OR How Percy got expelled from MS-54.

#veryace recs #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

[peri-helia]

Take it easy with me, please

In lieu of the New Year drabble I haven't finished, here is a Joe x Nicky slice of life drabble where the title inexplicably comes from ABBA. Taken from this prompt list: cooking together

“I love you more than life itself, but fuck off”

Joe snorted on a laugh, a hand coming up to cover one of Nicky’s that is cradling his face. It’s a line he’s heard from his beloved’s mouth so many times before. He remembers it from the first argument, proper argument, that they’d had since they’d become lovers. And so many others since. Probably none more than this.

“But I want to help” he insists.

Nicky’s lovely eyes kindle warmly, mouth ticking up in one corner the way it does when he’s trying not to laugh. Joe knows no map better than he does Nicolo di Genova’s face.

“I know you do, hayati. And I love you for that. But this,” Nicky gestures behind them, “is not what one would call helping”

Joe plays along, mouth dropping into an enquiring ‘o’, eyebrows raising. “What would ‘one’ call it, tesoro?”

“Getting in my fucking way”

Joe can’t hold back anymore, he ruptures into laughter. Abandons the pots and pans he'd been starting to wash to pull Nicky into a soapy kiss. They both get lost in it a little, while the others are in the other room. They pull at each other, hair and shirts. Nicky bites at Joe’s plush lower lip, the way he’s wont to. Joe’s hands slip under Nicky’s t-shirt, the hem pulled free from the constricting ties of his apron up to press at Nicky’s shoulder blades, leave marks that will fade a split second after they’re made.

Nicolo is a tolerant man but if there is one thing he cannot stand, it is someone trying to help him cook.

Joe pulls away first, delighting in the way Nicky chases his mouth, at having made him forget the holds of life, beyond love and desire. Many a pot has bubbled over because of Joe and he holds each time a personal success.

“Should I disappear from your sight?” Joe asks with a contented sigh, patting Nicky on the chest, smoothing a non-existent rumple from the fabric of his t-shirt.

Nicky smiles, that gorgeous, rakish grin that Joe loves best. “Another hour would be perfect”

When Nicky is in the kitchen, it is to be himself, his ingredients and the battered old radio crooning terrible love songs The rest of them are expected to involve themselves only if they want a glass of water or to have a spoon shoved under their nose to check the seasoning.

“I’ll just-“ Joe reaches over to the corner of the worktop, where his hoodie sits beside the eggs and the other groceries not yet put away, “get out of your way”

He winces when he hears the tiny crackle of the bag of Doritos under the fabric, even as he carefully off-sets the weight of the jar of salsa in the right hand inner pocket. Joe was so the wrong person for this job. He knew he should have gone with paper over scissors. 

He’d be sent to do recon, because they were, with all the love in the world, starving. Another hour. Quynh already had Domino’s on speed dial. It’s not that they won’t eat what Nicky’s so lovingly cooking – he always relishes his turn to cook – especially now that they are all together once more. They will savour it. It’s just that like so many things with immortality; their healing, refractory periods, hair growth – they burn a lot of calories and coming back to life is hungry work. They put Hobbits to shame with the size of their second breakfasts and elevenses. Brunch as well as lunch, supper after dinner.

Hence the crisps and dip. Nile had pleaded. Begged.

Joe holds his breath as he looks up from under his lashes at Nicky. His beloved is singing away under his breath, swaying his shoulders as he bangs the wooden spoon on the lip of the saucepan.

He gathers the hoodie tighter, to stop the bag falling out by a loose corner. Another treacherous crinkle of the paper. Fuck. What did they make these bags of anyway?

Turning as nonchalantly as he can, Joe starts to walk towards the door. Then, as it comes over the radio he sings along, "Take your time, make it slow"

Nicky remains, a smile slipping over his face as he stands by the stove, as he too sings along under his breath. Joe can barely believe it when he gets away with it, slipping out and just as casually pushing the kitchen door to before haring up the rickety stairs as quickly as his feet can carry him.

“Make your fingers soft and light,” Nicky huffs on a laugh as he stirs the casserole, listening to Yusuf make off with ill-gotten gains, reaching into the pocket of his apron. “Let your body be the velvet of the night,” the half eaten brownie he’d cut from the tray is a little squashed from being in his pocket when Joe embraced him, but Nicky wouldn’t have it any other way. “Touch my soul, you know how” he warbles, savouring the gooey chocolate, “Andante, Andante Andante, Andante, go slowly with me now”  

#my writing #tog drabble #kaysanova #joe x nicky #the old guard #tog fic #tog drabbles

[drewsbuzzcut]

I’ll Be Your Vixen

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes fic

warnings: SMUT

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but are you sure you want to wear this?” Nick asks, holding Dallas’ hand up so he can twirl her around.

He gets the perfect view of the bottom of her ass when her mini skirt moves with her body.

“You’re so considerate but I’ll be fine. You know I’m used to wearing skirts in the winter,” she assures him, looping her arms around his neck.

“I know, but we’re gonna be on ice. I just don’t want you to be cold,” he says, looking down at her as his hands caress the backs of her bare thighs.

“You’re so sweet, baby. We should get going, though,” she says quietly, leaning up to kiss his lips.

Instead of heading to the door, he pulls her in tighter, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

“How can I get cold when my boyfriend is so hot,” she says into the kiss, making Nick chuckle.

“You’re cheesy,” he teases.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Let’s go!” She grabs his hands and pulls him all the way to the car.

After their date- consisting of ice skating and Nick being pleasantly surprised to find out that Dallas already knew how to ice skate- they stopped for some food, parking in an empty parking lot to eat.

Nick has noticed the way Dallas continues to hide her shivering. He tries to hide his smile, but a little snicker leaves his mouth before he can stop it.

“What?” Dallas asks, not knowing that she’s been caught.

“Nothing. I just want a kiss,” he says, leaning into her space in the passenger seat.

She cups his cheeks, the stark contrast of her cold hands against his warm cheeks is highly noticeable. They sit there for a few minutes, giving each other small, teasing pecks instead of going into a make out.

“Baby, your hands are freezing,” he pulls away, grasping her hands in his to try to warm them up.

The girl sits there and watches the sweet action. Her heart thuds against her chest at his touch. His body is always so warm. She starts to think of the way he can make her warm, and her cheeks turn that dark red color that Nick adores.

Nick catches the flush of her cheeks, a smirk working its way onto his face. He presses a few kisses to the side of her face, working his way to his jaw and down her neck. The lower his kisses get, the wetter they are. Long gone is his innocent act.

“Get in the backseat, I’ll help you warm up,” he says, watching the way Dallas’ eyes darkened with lust.

She moves quickly, crawling over the center console and into the back. On her way, Nick gets a glance at her tiny underwear under her tiny skirt. Instinctively, he reaches up her skirts and rips apart her panties, feeling himself get hard at the sound of her gasp. He continues to move toward her, his hands grasping her hips to bring her to a halt. He licks a teasing stripe through her folds, sending Dallas forward as she braces herself against the back windshield.

Nick pulls away, disregarding his girl’s whines and gets out of the car. He quickly makes his way into the backseat, sitting down and sitting her on his lap. He spreads his legs, in return spreading hers as they drape over his. He doesn’t even bother to pull off her skirt, just shoves it up her waist until he’s met with the sight of her heat.

Dallas sucks faint hickeys into his jawline while he licks his fingers, bringing his hand down to spread the wetness on her clit. Dallas’ body arches up, but Nick keeps her pinned to him with a hand on her stomach.

She writhes against him as he continues to circle her bud. Every now and then, he’ll go further down to collect some of her wetness, and to tease her. Even though he hasn’t fingered her, she can still feel that tight knot form in her belly. Her muscles in her stomach tighten as she tries not to cum so fast. She is very needy at the moment.

“Nicky,” she whines against his jaw, her hands reaching up to latch onto his neck or shoulders.

“What, baby? What do you want me to do?” Nick taunts, knowing exactly what she wants.

Her whines grow louder.

“June bug, be my good girl and tell me what you want,” he wraps the hand that was placed on her stomach around her throat, tilting her head back so he can kiss her lips.

“I want your fingers inside of me,” she begs.

After a few more circles on her clit, he finally thrusts two of his fingers inside of her. Dallas’ slick walls clench around his digits, sucking them in and keeping them there. His thumb reaches her clit, giving it fluent strokes. He can feel her start to shake, her legs trying to close but he spreads them open again. His fingers move faster, his fingertips finding her sweet spot that sends moan bubbling out her mouth. Her arousal drips down his hand and onto the leather seats. Her fingers fist the material of his hoodie, her hips starting to rock against his hand.

She feels herself erupt into bliss, pleasure zapping through her fingertips and toes. Nick continues to move his fingers, but at a slow place to work her through her orgasm. All her tension releases, resembling the small snowflakes that fall outside. The way she flutters around him makes him want to rip her clothes off her body and fuck her until she can’t talk.

“Nicky baby,” she whimpers, pulling at his hand and squeezing her legs shut.

He pulls his fingers out of her and brings them to his mouth, sucking on her juices. The moans rumble in his chest, causing the vibrations to run through her, making her pussy sop even more and clench around nothing.

His hand goes around her throat again, angling her head up so he can shove his tongue down her throat. Her moans are salacious even more so when she sucks on his tongue, getting a taste of herself.

“You taste good, don’t you, baby?” He whispers into the kiss.

Dallas pulls away, looking up at him through her long eyelashes. Her doe eyes blink blearily at him as she nods her head. Who knew someone who is so good at being sultry can look so innocent.

She brings his hand up to her lips, sucking his fingers into his mouth. She makes a show of her loud moans and the way her tongue twists and flicks at him. She releases him with a soft pop, bringing him in for another kiss. This time they take turns nipping at each other’s bottom lip.

They pull away, chests heaving and cheeks redder than ever. Although it’s freezing outside, the windows are fogged up due to the heat growing inside the car.

“Take me home,” she demands, bringing his hand back down to her heat.

“Anything for you my pretty girl,” he declares, kissing her once more before the drive back.

a/n: First little fic for my small Christmas series! Enjoy!!!

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick x dallas #umich imagine #umich hockey #so it goes au

[swifty-fox]

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omg yes I do! you can check my swiftywrites tag but

Masters of the Air:

Kingdom for a Kiss - WIP (34k written, 19k Posted) Long-form Postwar exploration of Clegan's relationship and their trauma. Updates weeky. Mature rating will be bumped to Explicit later

“I wasn’t the one all but begging to be shot by the guards for months on end there Bucky.” Buck shakes his head, laughing sharply. His anger was a living thing now and he aches with it “Nah, nah, not me. No, I was the one dragging your crazy ass back from the brink time and time again. Trying to convince those fucking Germans your sorry carcass was of more use alive than dead, trying to keep the men busy and motivated while you fucked about. You're welcome by the way.” He jabs a finger in John's direction, who stares at him taken aback. “So’s I don’t see much of a reason why I should let you come up into my home and cast your judgments around.”

Bucks chest heaves, great gulps of air like he’s once again racing through snow-covered German trees. He can tell he’s shocked John into silence, the other man's eyes darting back and forth. Buck averts his gaze, brushing his hair back from his face. That’s twice now he’s lost himself at the people he cares about. Twice now he’s bitten a hand reached out in kindness.

Gale takes a deep breath to compose himself, tucks the jagged angry edges of himself back to face inwards. “You said you would write.”

Little Beast: Ongoing. Porn with a bit of Plot modern au of Burnout John and Priest Gale. 9k of them fucking and arguing. p2 is in the drafts and will be part of a series of stories. NSFW to the max

“It’s such a shame you’re cooped up in here like Rapunzel there Buck.” John drawls lazily. He makes a show of looking around “Is Mother Gothel nearby?” 

Buck has to fight back against another smile, wouldn't give him the satisfaction or the encouragement “Father Huglin is away at a conference today.”

“All alone without a chaperone.” 

press your tired hands against my lips darling: Finished. 3K word re-write of the Bucks final conversation in the cockpit. Loose prequel to KfaK but with some minor inaccuracies Mostly SFW

Gale takes John's hand, brings the scarred knuckles to his mouth and holds it there, turns their hands over til he can place his lips to the pulse point at John’s wrist. It’s not a kiss, there’s no press or pursing of lips, but tender nevertheless, intimate in a way that makes Gale shudder. Cautious of whether John will even allow this.  

“I ain’t prayed in a long time,” Gale says whisper-soft. He feels John’s pulse skip a beat, “but I prayed every day you were safe and alive and coming back to me. Every morning, and every night.”  He lets himself cry again, tears hidden against the scarred skin of John's hand. 

The Old Guard:

in another life maybe you and i would be walking down an aisle in white: Finished Joe/Nicky (18K) Art Professor Joe & Art Conservator Nicky reconnect after ten years. This one is uh. Sad. Mind the tags. It's an incredibly personal piece to me and probably one of my favorites .NSFW

Dear Joe, you have always been the brave one and I wished every moment for even a drop of that. Perhaps that is why I claimed you as mine, out of a desperate need to have even an ounce of what made you, you. I desired you but I would not, could not ever let you in. I loved you and kept you and hurt you, keelhauled you against the impenetrable ship that was my heart and when the ragged pieces were left behind I still asked of you your silence.  

It is no wonder our love was left in bloody tatters on that lawn. 

Make me a Saint: Finished (8k) Nicky and Nile mete out some justice to a corrupt priest. NSFW for violence. Mind the tags. As of right now, my most popular fic

“ I was a priest before your bible was even written old man ” Nickys voice thunders in the tiny room, crackling over the walls like fire. Even Nile flinches at the sudden volume. He takes another step forwards, bracketing Father Marcus’ arthritic twisted feet with his own.

His voice does not shake.

“I preached the word of God before your language was even invented . I have known the church for longer than you can comprehend. I have seen great men and evil men take up the word of the Lord and I have seen them all rendered dust. I have seen you and I have judged you, Father Marcus. The Church may practice restraint but I do not. The diocese may have turned a blind eye I but I do not. The courts may have found you innocent but I do not . 

Calcification of a God: Finished (4K) Nicky has a lil Menty B and then Joe gives him a bath. Mostly SFW if I recall correctly

“I think,” Nicky says “If I were God, it was you I modeled humanity after. I think if I were God I would have left my throne in heaven to walk beside you and I would have been richer for it”

Yusuf chuckles “Death makes you sentimental my darling.”

Wolfstar:

Oh Captain, My Captain!: Finished, 1.6k Drabble of Wolfstar cuddling and reciting poetry. SFW

He cups the back of Remus’s head, presses him further into the safety of his body with a hand on his mismatched, misaligned rib cage and rocks them slightly. Remus grunts slightly. Sirius hides the teeth of his smile against the follow of his own neck and allows the curtain of his hair to cover them both for a moment. He listens to the two of them breath, always slightly out of sync, out of rhythm. Remus quick and labored, Sirius racing to catch up only to find himself charging ahead only to drop back behind when he tries to slow down. 

“ If I vibrate with vibrations other than yours, must you conclude that my flesh is insensitive ” That doesn’t fit quite right, so he tries another, brow furrowed and fingers tracing the knobs of Remus’ spine like the knots on a tree, with reverence and a little hint of greed. 

#swiftytalks #swiftywrites #my fics #wolfstar #clegan #joe x nicky #the old guard #masters of the air #just thought i would take this chance to compile all the links

[carlsainz]

𝟒 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 + 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 – 𝒏. 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒈

summary: nick being a girl dad.

pairing: girl dad!nick x reader

warnings: none (just fluff)

a/n: heyyyyy i’m finally letting this see the light after so many months and i really really really hope you like it.

edit: this is for @blankenlove !!

word count: 1,7k

Natalie van Blankenburg was born during the 22-23 season and it was the best thing that has ever happened to you and Nicky. She was the cutest little baby, smiley just like her father and calm like you. Everyone who visited her instantly fell in love with the tiny giggly girl with big brown eyes. Both your families were crazy for her and so were Nick's current and former teammates.

As expected, she was daddy's princess and Nicky – and you too, of course – would do anything for her.

1. When Nat spoke for the first time (9 months)

Natalie has always been a smart baby, to the happiness of her parents. At 9 months, she already sat by herself and liked to eat with her own little hands.

It hurt Nick to have to go to away games and leave his little girl’s side but he had to. They always did facetime calls, where Nat smiled the whole time seeing her favorite person and Nick did all kinds of things to make her keep laughing.

One day, after a specially long trip, Nat was sleeping with the teddy bear Nick gave her and was crying out of nowhere, probably missing her dad. However, the little one didn’t know her dad was on his way home.

When he arrived, she was asleep and it was the cutest scene, his little girl sleeping and hugging a teddy bear.

“We did a really good job, huh?” Nick said, a smile on his face.

“Definitely, she’s so special.”

“And beautiful just like you.”

You smiled and put your arms around him. “Don’t be silly, love.”

He only laughed very low and you kept looking at your daughter. When she woke up, the first thing she saw was Nick and you’ve never seen her happier, her little screams full of joy.

When it was time for her bath, of course it was Nicky giving it. Natalie loved to play with her toys and she was doing exactly that when she directed her big brown eyes to Nick and started staring and smiling at him.

“What happened, sweetheart?” Nicholas asked, smiley face. “Yes, it’s your dad, baby.”

She laughed and, out of nowhere, said “Dada.”

Nick’s eyes were wide open in surprise and he was shocked. “Hey babe, come here,” he shouted.

It didn’t take long for you to get to the bathroom, scared. “What happened?”

Nick was excited like a child and said to the baby “Go Nat, say that again. Dad.”

Natalie only laughed but managed to say “Dada.”

You smiled, feeling your heart twice his size and kissed Nick’s lips. You knew how much it meant to him and was so happy.

“I love how we carry them for 9 months for their first word to be ‘dad’,” you joked.

“Nah, it’s because she’s daddy’s little girl,” Nick said, his voice full of proudness.

You laughed and hugged him.

2. When she had a nightmare (2 years)

Nicholas suddenly woke up scared after hearing a low scream. He looked at you but you were still blacked out after having a very tiring day. Then he heard it again and it was coming from Natalie's bedroom. Quickly standing up, he ran to open your bedroom's door and then opened Nat's door, which happened to be in front of yours.

With just the bedside lamp on, Nick could see her little face soaked by tears and her unsteady breathing. He looked the whole bedroom to see if someone was there but couldn't find anything out of its place. Then, he sat on your daughter's bed and tried to wake her up delicately but as soon as his hand touched her head, she gasped in fear, sitting on the bed.

"Don't worry baby, it's just daddy," he said, in a soothing tone.

"Daddy I had a nightmare and I- I," she couldn't finish her sentence, throwing herself into her dad's open arms, her cry intensifying.

"That's ok, I'm here now and nothing bad will happen to you, I promise," he said, kissing her head and adjusting her in his arms. His heart was broken by seeing his little girl so scared.

"You want to talk about your nightmare?"

She just shook her head, still crying and Nicky nodded. They stood like that for long minutes, rubbing her back soothingly and singing her favorite music from Frozen until Natalie's cry faded and she was just sniffling, her little arms involving Nick's neck.

"Do you want to go back to sleep now, my love?"

"No."

"And what about watching cartoons?"

"Please, daddy."

"Let's go to the living room, we don't want to wake mommy up, right?" she just nodded, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

Nick adjusted her messy hair and kissed the top of her head with affection. Taking her little hand on his, he walked to the living room, where they comfortably sat on the sofa and they watched cartoons until Nat was asleep again and Nick could take her to her room again.

3. When she wanted a puppy (3 years)

Natalie has always wanted a puppy in secret. Silly her, because you and Nick would giver her one as soon as she opened her little mouth.

One day, at school, she drew her family in front of their house and a puppy close to them so she could see if it would work.

At home, later, she was telling you and Nicky about her day and then proceeded to show the drawing.

“That’s beautiful, princess,” you said.

“Whose puppy's that?”

“Ours!” she said, excited.

“Oh really?” Nick asked, glancing at you.

“Yes and his name is Woody, short for Woodruff just like uncle Mark!”

“He’s gonna love it,” you laughed.

“Do you want a puppy, Nat?”

“Yes, please.”

“Mommy, can we have a puppy?” Nick asked.

You pretended to think a little and finally said “Yes, we can.”

Nat started screaming in happiness and jumping on the living room while you and Nick just laughed together.

“Can we have a puppy now?” she asked.

“Just tomorrow, princess,” Nick replied.

She pouted but agreed and went to bed so ‘tomorrow comes earlier’.

You and Nick had already discussed adopting a dog for Natalie and the time finally has come. On the next day, a surprising saturday off for Nick, the three of you went to the dog shelter, Nat with her drawing in hand.

She was absolutely excited and looked at every dog there until she found the one. It was a shy dog that was away from others and, in Nat’s head, it was the perfect little buddy.

“Daddy, that’s Woody,” she said, pointing at the dog.

It was a fluffy golden retriever, small and cute.

“Oh, is it?”

“Yes!”

After all the procedures, you and the newest family member went back home and Natalie didn’t want to let Woody go, as if he would. There, a new friendship for life was born.

4. When all of you dressed as Harry Potter's characters for Halloween (4 years)

When Natalie was 4, Nick managed to get her addicted to Harry Potter movies and he read the books to her every chance he got. It was their thing, so it wasn’t surprising when she asked if they could get dressed as Harry Potter’s characters for halloween.

You were eating dinner together when she asked.

“Can we dress up as Harry Potter for halloween?”

Nick smiled and looked at you. “Of course we can, little miss.”

“Who would you want to be, Nat?” you asked.

“Luna!”

“So Luna you are,” Nick stated.

“Can we put a costume on Woody too?”

You laughed and just said “Yes.”

The team would host a party with kids allowed so it was their chance to dress up. Nat wanted to go as Luna, her favorite character, while Nick was Harry, of course, because of his glasses. You were Hermione, your favorite, and it was funny going on a search party for the costumes with Nat.

At the party, the children were the center of attention and Nick heard a lot of jokes about him being Harry. The fans loved the costumes and Nat was very happy knowing this was her idea. She even showed her friends at school the polaroid you got.

+ When William was born (5 years)

When Natalie turned 5, you discovered a pregnancy. You and Nick were over the moon with happiness but you were worried with Nat’s reaction.

After nearly 4 months, when your belly started showing, you decided it was time to tell her.

“Nat, mommy and daddy have something to say,” Nick started.

Her attentive brown eyes were focused on you in front of her.

“You remember how we said our love was so big you were born?” you continued.

She nodded and said “Yes.”

“So, our love has grown and,” you stopped and looked at Nicky, that gave you a loving and supportive smile. “And we are having another baby, you will have a baby brother.”

Nat was silent for some time and you started getting nervous. When she finally said something, you released the air you didn’t know was holding.

“Will he play with me like the kids at school?”

“Absolutely, once he gets older,” Nick said, smiling.

“And he’ll play with Woody too,” she continued, more excited. “Can he be here tomorrow?”

Nick laughed and caressed her hair. “No, princess, we’ll have to wait a few months.”

“How much?”

“5 months and he’ll be here.”

And that was what happened. After 5 months, William was finally born and you, Nick and your families were extremely happy with the new baby.

But Natalie was the most excited among all of them to meet the newest family member. When it was her turn to meet him, Nick helped her wash her hands and she sat on the sofa to hold him.

When Nick handed the baby to her, still half holding him, she saw her little eyes watering, his heart skipping a beat as he saw his two kids meeting for the first time. You, laying on the bed, were already crying.

“Hi baby,” Nat whispered, excited. “I’m your sister, Natalie is my name.”

You were smiling and ugly crying at the same time and so was Nick.

“We’ll be best friends and play a lot with mommy, daddy and Woody, you’ll love everything,” she continued.

Nat kept whispering to him and at some point, she kissed his little head and he made some baby-ish noises, making her laugh.

“Look daddy, I think he liked!”

“He definitely did, princess.”

And in that moment, you could swear you’ve never felt happier in your whole life.

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[greazyfloz]

Hi! Could you write “Let’s pump a couple babies into ya” and “You are going to be sore tomorrow” with Blanks? Thank you!!

Smut: 27.“Let’s pump a couple babies into ya” & 20.“You are going to be sore tomorrow” w/ Nick Blankenburg

warning: very kinky (daddy kink, spitting, spanking)

I Love It When You Call Me Daddy

“Hey babe?” I say as we drive in the car back from the arena after one of his games

“Yes” he says chuckling while glancing over slightly than back at the road

“Let’s have a baby” I say and Nick smiles shaking his head, “Nickyyy”

“Don’t Nicky me, we live in a tiny apartment” 

“We’ll have nine months to look for a bigger one” I say and he continues to smile, shaking his head as he pulls into our apartment’s parking garage. Once he parks the car we head into the elevator. I look up at him, “I don’t want to be the only one calling you daddy anymore” I say looking at Nick while biting my lip. 

“I only love when you call me daddy though” he snarls into my ear, pushing hair back kissing my neck as the elevator doors open. 

“You’d be such a good daddy” I say looking up at him as we walk down the hall to our apartment

“I’m good being uncle Nick right now”

“You literally told me last week you wanted to start trying” I say, crossing my arms as we reach our door. He opens it and we walk in, he grabs my hips back towards him when he shuts the door. I turn to look at him, “no” I say to him 

“Whyyyy” he whines

“No sex unless you're giving me a baby” I say and he puts his hands up

“Fine, I’ll give it an hour before you come running for it” he says licking his lip. 

I walk into the our bedroom with Nick and he puts some sweats on then looks at me and says, “at least come cuddle on the couch with me”

“Fine, I’ll be right out” I say and he walks out to wait for me out on the couch. I completely undress myself and walk out. Nick looks up and sees me undressed

“You’re bad” he says

“I get worse” I say sitting on the other end of the couch spreading my legs, “I’m wet” I tell him casually and he gulps looking me up and down. “Why did you change your mind?” I say bringing my hand down to my heat

“I di-didn’t” he says gulping while watching me rub circles around my clit as I bite my lip

“I bet you are thinking about cumming inside of me right now” I saw and he nods his head watching me stick a finger in slowly, “Oh daddy!” I moan out letting my head fall back. I take my finger out and rub my clit again, “Are you hard daddy? Am I hard to resist?” I say before added two fingers in moaning as I curl my fingers inside of me. “Help m-me daddy” I moan out. 

“Okay” Nick says standing. I take my finger out of me and look up at Nick, “Let’s go pump some babies into ya” I stand up and Nick pulls towards him making out with me as soon as we touch. He wraps his hand around me squeezing my ass hard as I feel his hard cock rub up against my leg. He picks me up throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me towards our bedroom. He throws me on the bed and quickly takes his clothes off before climbing on top of me. He connects his lips to mine and makeout with me, “does daddy have to punish you? Huh” he says with his lips still on mine. I breathe back into his mouth and he presses hard making out sloppily once more. “You are going to be sore tomorrow,” he says, continuing to makeout with me. He reaches down and sticks to fingers inside of me before pulling his lips away from mine. 

He begins pushing his fingers in and out of me fast and hard as he looks down watching me squirm while biting his lip, “N-nick” I moan out and he removes his fingers. With both hands he grabs my tits massaging them hard and rough, “thought you wanted daddy’s help?” he says pressing his lips to mine while pinching my nipples. “You want daddy’s help?” nick asks me and I nod my head

“Y-yes”

“Yes?” he questions me

“Y-yes daddy” I moan out and he pushes three fingers inside of me hard and fast pumping them in and out, “D-daddy y-yess!” I say and he begins curling his fingers making me moan out loudly. He starts curling his fingers harder and faster, making me weak. “I’m g-gonna cum” I moan loudly. Nick releases his finger for a second turning you and pushing me upwards throwing both legs over his shoulder as I balance on the bed slanted on my shoulder blades as Nick rubs my clit before diving his tongue in me. 

“Come for daddy” he says looking down at me then connects his tongue inside of me again. His tongue flicks around making my body feel heavier and heavier as I hit my high

“I’m cumming!” I moan out loudly as I release myself on Nick’s tongue.

He pulls my legs off his shoulders and I flop back on the bed, “You taste so good baby” he says bending back down in front of my heat before looking back up at me, “You want a taste?” he says smirking

“Y-yes daddy” 

He stick his tongue inside of me scooping my cum on his tongue then come up to my mouth, I open my mouth slightly and Nick sticks his tongue in my mouth licking my upper lip brushing my cum into my mouth before he swallows what is left. “Good girl” he says, watching me swallow. He slaps my pussy hard then presses his lips back to mine I whimper into the kiss and he bites on my bottom lip, “You ready?” he says after releasing it, slapping my pussy again, “lay on your belly” he says and I roll over to my stomach. He bends down, kisses my ass cheek then leans back up slapping my ass hard, I whimper out and he slaps it one more time before turning me back over and pulling me to the edge of the bed. 

He pushes my legs towards my chest and slaps his dick against my pussy and I moan out with anticipation. “Patience baby” he says before sticking his tip in and then pulling it back out slapping it again, “beg for it baby”

“Please fuck me daddy” I moan out, “I want to feel you inside of me”

Nick slides himself in full force and I whimper loudly. He pulls himself almost all the way out once more and slams himself full force once again, making me moan even louder. He then begins to pick up the pace. I reach over and grab a hand full of the sheets as my whimpers fill the room. “Want daddy’s cum?” Nick says breathlessly as he get sloppier

“Cum inside me daddy” I moan out and Nick continues thrusting as he finishes inside of me. 

“Fuck!” he moans loudly before pulling himself out and carrying my bridal style to the bathroom before leaking all over the duvet. He sets me down in the bathroom, and I’m already wobbly. I have to grab the counter to balance myself and I look up to see Nick smiling at me in the mirror as he wets a cloth under the running water before cleaning me. 

After he cleans me, he wraps his arms around me and presses his lips to mine then lifts me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as we makeout, “Fuck I love when you call me daddy” he says bringing his lips back to mine and bringing me back the the bed. He pulls the duvet cover off before placing me on the bed, and climbing on top of me peppering me with kisses, “I fucking hope your pregnant” he says between kisses making me giggle, “I fucking love you” he says continue to kiss me

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[k-evans-reads]

Sick Days

A Higher Love One Shot

Summary: Chris is the last man standing when the flu hits the Evans house.

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC Nickie Morrison

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Word Count: 2,107

Warnings: Mentions of getting sick.

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October 2029

8.5 years married

Chris stifled a yawn, running a hand over Charlie’s overheated back as he readjusted her on his hip, pecking her forehead as they stared at the toaster, waiting for it to be done. 

At the tiny groan that arose from the little girl, he tilted his head to look down at her. Her eyes were bleary, gazing off at the toaster with a frown on her face. Chris’ fingers tapped against her thighs, asking, “How are you doing Charlie bean?” 

“I still feel icky,” she whined, leaning her head against his firm shoulder as a pout settled on her lips. 

“Do you want to go lay on the couch?” 

“No, I wanna stay with you,” the four-year-old replied, tightening her hold on his bare shoulder, tiny nails digging into the muscle there. 

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, frowning to himself as he noted the still-present fever. “Okay sweetheart. It’s almost done, then we’ll go back and lay down, okay?” He asked, smiling to himself at her tired nod, Charlie letting out a big yawn. They waited for a few more moments until the toast popped up, Chris sitting Charlie down on the counter for a moment so he could spread a small amount of butter on each slice, before he loaded them onto plastic plates and balanced them on a tray in one hand while he used his other to wrap around his sick little Charlie and put her back on his hip. 

He padded down the hallway, his sweatpants brushing against the wooden floor as he moved towards their bedroom, where Nickie, Ty, and Joey were laying in the large bed, the boys asleep as Nickie quietly watched Netflix. The dogs were laying on the floor at the foot of the bed, keeping guard but also catching up on sleep from the sleepless night. Chris and Nickie had been woken up by a crying and sick Ty at nearly midnight, and just when they’d gotten him settled into their bed and his sheets and pajamas in the wash, Joey had woken up with the same bug. Nickie was the next to go down at three in the morning, and Chris had been hopeful that Charlie would be okay - but that proved otherwise when he was greeted with a tearful and feverish little girl early this morning.    

Chris gave a small smile to Nickie when her dark eyes flickered over to look at him, face pale and hair a mess as she laid in the middle of the bed with her boys on each side of her fast asleep. He walked deeper into the room, trying to quietly set down the tray of toast on the bedside table and sat Charlie down on the bed before gently scooting her up and tucking her in next to Ty. 

He pulled the green plate off of the tray, sitting down on the bed next to Charlie as he broke a piece of the toast off. “Here sweetheart, try to eat a little toast and then close your eyes and try to sleep,” he coaxed, holding it in front of her. 

She scowled, pushing his hand away with a whine. “My tummy doesn’t feel good,” Charlie protested, her chocolate brown eyes filling with pitiful tears as she looked at him. 

“I know but it’ll feel better when you eat a little bit, okay?” 

Charlie frowned but relented, munching on a small piece of toast quietly. Chris glanced towards Nickie, finding her watching the pair quietly with a hint of a smirk on her pale face. “Relaxing your rule of eating in bed?” 

“After being married to you for so long you should know I’ve given up on that,” he chuckled quietly, putting the plate down on the nightstand as Charlie finished the small bite of food. He helped their youngest get settled before she drifted off to sleep, Chris watching her carefully for a moment before he turned his attention back to Nickie.  “How are you doing, honey?” 

“Okay, but Joey threw up on that blanket while you were getting breakfast,” she frowned apologetically, nodding over towards the balled-up blanket on the ground. “I’m sorry babe, I just can’t get up right now to take care of it.” 

He shook his head, knowing how awful she felt and how much she hated being sick, but hated seeing their kids sick even more. “You just stay right there, I’ll take care of everything,” he promised.

He leaned over to press a kiss to Nickie’s hot forehead before climbing off the bed and going over to grab the wadded up blanket and took it down the hall to the laundry room, Obi waking up and jumping off the bed to follow him in hopes of food. Chris got to work in the laundry room, tripping over Obi in the process before he finally got the load in the washer going just as Dodger came trotting in to join the party. 

“Sorry guys, I don’t think you’re going to be getting a walk today,” he sighed, moving to dump Joey’s dry Iron Man sheets into a laundry basket, then began grabbing hangers to hang up the kids’ clothes. 

As if understanding him, the two dogs started barking, making Chris go into a panic to try to keep them quiet and let the sick kids stay asleep. He hurried them out to the back door once he hung the last shirt, letting them out into the yard and giving him a moment's peace to make himself a cup of coffee. While the machine started brewing, he went over to grab his phone off of the table to text his mother that they for sure would not be making it to dinner at her house this evening, prompting his phone to start ringing only a moment later with her name on the screen. 

Before he could say anything, his mother’s worried voice bled through the phone’s speaker, asking him, “What’s going on, Chris? Is everything okay?” 

“The flu hit the Evans house last night,” he sighed, stifling a yawn at the tail end of his statement. He paused as he heard the TV in the bedroom turn off, listening as Nickie laid back down before he continued, “So far I’m the only one who has skated by.” 

His mother tutted sympathetically, making a small noise. “Is it bad?” She asked knowingly, Chris realizing she likely was thinking about the same memories as he was - four small sick kids all at home in the 1980s. He’d never realized just how much work went into caring for a sick person until he was an adult, but as a parent it became a whole different situation, especially when multiplied by three. 

He dragged a hand over his face, pulling the cup of coffee out from the machine and taking a sip of the much-needed caffeinated drink. “Ty was throwing up last night and Joey just threw up a little while ago but so far that’s been the worst of it. All the kids are sleeping in bed with Nic right now,” he told her. 

“What can I do? Do you want me to come over and help with some laundry or go get some medicine or anything?” 

“Thanks Ma, I’ve got all that covered,” he replied, feeling a rush of gratitude wash over him at the ease with which she offered up her help. “But actually if you wouldn’t mind taking the dogs, that would be great. They’re starting to get hyper and I don’t want them to wake anyone up plus I already have my hands full.” 

“I’ll be there in just a few minutes,” she promised, exchanging goodbyes and brushing off his thankfulness just before she clicked off the call. Chris stoof in the kitchen for a few minutes longer, taking long sips of the coffee before he put the mug in the dishwasher, heading back into the bedroom with a few Gatorades in hand. 

When he went back in, Nickie was still the only one awake and she silently took a bottle from him to drink before laying her head back down. With her having kids on each side of her, Chris sat down toward the end of the bed and rubbed a hand along her leg that was tucked underneath the blankets while he told her, “Ma is coming to pick up the dogs.” 

“Please tell her that I adore her,” Nickie told him dryly, a chuckle escaping Chris. But the chuckle died off as he watched her shift uncomfortably, moving Joey’s pointy elbow from her side before she gently shifted Ty’s head off of her chest. 

“I think she already knows that,” he said quietly, but frowned as he watched her unsuccessfully try to move the kids. “But honey, I think you should go sleep on the couch or in the guest room. You’re not going to get any rest with all the kids.” 

She shook her head, opening her eyes and staring at him. “I’m not leaving my sick babies,” she informed him, her quiet voice strong. 

“I’m taking care of them, don’t worry. But I want you to get some rest,” Chris pleaded, running a hand over the blankets covering her legs, wrapping a hand around them. 

He watched Nickie again, watching as tears filled her eyes, just like they did with Charlie’s own eyes. He was struck - not for the first time - as he realized just how much Charlie looked like Nickie, with those brown eyes and the warm brown hair, something Nickie claimed came from him. She pulled him out of his thoughts as she quietly admitted, “I just want to be with them.” 

“How about a compromise? You move to the edge of the bed so you can at least have a little more space,” he offered, nodding his head to the empty space on Joey’s side of the bed, the six-year-old sprawled across Chris’ side of the bed. 

“Only if you’ll come lay with me,” she whispered with a smile. 

He grinned, shaking his head as he heard the door to the garage open. Tapping his fingers on Nickie’s legs, he stood up from the bed. “Let me go help Ma with the dogs and I’ll be right back,” he promised, Nickie nodding with a small smile. 

True to his word, Chris went out to help wrangle the dogs and get them in his mother’s car, giving her a big hug before going straight back to the bedroom where Nickie had maneuvered to the edge of the bed and slid Joey into her previous spot, leaving all the kids soundlessly asleep on one side of the bed. That left the perfect amount of room for him to slide into the warm bed and wrap his arms around Nickie, pulling her tired body against his and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

His hands dipped underneath the baggy shirt she was wearing - one that, at one time, was his - as he felt her relax as sleep washed over her. A frown slid across his face as he felt the heat radiating off of her, whispering, “You have a fever, Nic.” 

“Shut up, no I don’t,” she muttered back, burying her face farther into his chest, Chris knowing there was a scowl on her face. 

“You do.” 

“I’m not that sick. It’s just a little cold,” she insisted, breaking off into a yawn at the end before her shoulders relaxed, as sleep finally pulled her under. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” he laughed, watching as a slight smile fought its way onto her face. “Now go to sleep.” 

Chris ended up laying in that bed, not even paying attention to what was on the television while the members of his sick family slept soundly. His blue eyes drifted over often to look at their three children, pajamas wrinkled and hair messy, all curled up in their bed and although he hated that they were sick, he loved moments like this where he just got to take it all in. Chris’ thoughts drifted back to his younger self, finding it amusing that if he knew back then that cleaning up vomit and trying to get sick kids to eat would actually make him happy, he’d think that his future self was crazy. But the truth of the matter was that it did make him happy. It made him happy to take care of his family because he loved his family. He loved having a family. He loved having this family and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

A/N: Surprise! We decided it was time to finally pull from a previously written work, especially in honor of Nickie’s birthday!

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[raedear]

Been thinking about 12 on the Shake Things Up prompts. I cannot personally plot/write modern au romcom misunderstandings but you are amazing at them. 👀 thats it thats the ask 🧡

12 - 'oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and i heard you-- nevermind.'

'You're singing,' says a voice from somewhere behind Joe in the tiny staff kitchen, and Joe jumps what feels like a solid three feet in the air.

'Sorry,' says the voice again, audibly, and when Joe turns to face it, visibly cringing too.

Nicky di Genova from the international cooperation unit stands in the doorway and looks at Joe with an expression of such acute embarrassment that Joe feels the insane urge to apologise to him, even though Joe is very much the wronged party here.

'I'm sorry?' he says instead, splitting the difference and reaching for polite, if wary, confusion.

Nicky looks, it's at all possible, somehow more embarrassed.

'I... heard you singing from the hallway,' he mutters eventually, looking down at his hands. He's clutching a worn-looking mug that might have something written on it, but Joe can't see past Nicky's broad knuckles. 'You-I noticed--you haven't done that in a while. It was nice to hear. I apologise for scaring you.'

'You noticed I...?' Joe is trying very, very hard not to gape at Nicky. To the best of his knowledge no one in the building had ever noticed him at all, let alone noticed that he occasionally likes to sing to himself while he makes his morning coffee.

Nicky shrugs and steps more fully into the kitchen, letting the heavy fire-door swing shut behind him. The room is small, but they fit in it comfortably enough together.

'I think, maybe,' Nicky says, slowly, like he's feeling the thought out. 'You sing when you are happy, perhaps? I have... I've noticed you have not seemed very happy recently. It's nice to see you with a smile on your face again.'

Helplessly, Joe smiles at Nicky. How can he not? But at the same time, a little kernel of pain makes itself known in his chest. Why now? Why not last week? Or last month? Or six months ago? Why now has someone, anyone, decided to reach out to him?'

'I am happy,' Joe says, instead of anything else. 'I... I handed my notice in today. I'm leaving. I'm very, very happy.'

Nicky's expressions are subtle, which is amazing really given how unsubtle his facial features are, but Joe can see something very like distress leech in around his eyes, and the corners of his lips.

'You're leaving?' It's there in his voice too. Nicky sounds a shade away from distraught.

'I am.'

Nicky bites at his lip, toys with his mug, stares at Joe and Joe? Joe is deeply confused. He's never had anything more than a passing hello from Nicky when they've crossed paths in the lifts, and here he is looking like Joe's broken his heart.

'This is--this is not how I wanted to do this,' Nicky mutters, quick and almost like Joe isn't meant to hear it.

'Nicky?'

'Joe-,' Nicky says, at the same time, and then stops to see if Joe has more to say.

He doesn't. Joe blinks at Nicky, and in a very distant fashion hears the coffee machine start to bubble at last.

'Joe,' Nicky starts again, setting his mug down on the tiny table. 'I wanted to--it doesn't matter. Would you perhaps like to have dinner with me some time? Or, or coffee, maybe?'

Joe reaches for the counter behind him in surprise.

'Really?' He's not opposed. Not even a little. It's just. Surprising.

Nicky nods with all the seriousness of a general facing his army.

'Why now?'

A crack in Nicky's composure; a hint of that embarrassment comes flooding back in.

'My friends say I take too long to reach for what I want,' Nicky says, quietly, eyes fixed somewhere in the region of Joe's collarbone. 'I think perhaps they are right, if I waited so long you almost left my life altogether.'

'And you wanted me?' Joe asks, stepping closer. Nicky looks up to meet his eyes, and Joe starts to smile at the quiet hope on his actually very expressive face.

'I do,' Nicky says, immediately, without hesitation.

'Alright then,' says Joe, taking Nicky's hand. 'I'd love to get dinner with you.'

#ask me anything my dudes #joenicky

[krankittoeleven]

a little bit ago @vault-heck tagged me for WIP Wednesday. Yes, I know it's Monday. Look, WIP Wednesday is, like a state of mind, ok? xD

I'd love to share something from Water of Life but I am currently in a war with CH 13 and I don't want to share anything I haven't already shared. So instead I will share this chunk from the unplanned sequel to my Trigun 1998 Vashwood fix-it fic But Like a Refugee. I'd love to link it BUT A03 is down again so I can't lol

Anyway, here is the (still rough state) opening for the sequel, which takes place 10 years after the previous fic (yes this could, in a roundabout way, spoil something for Trigun 1998):

Wolfwood’s eye’s flutter open, refusing to focus right away, at least not until the memory of drifting, floating feathers clear completely from his head. Something had woken him from his dream, but he’s not sure what. Maybe it had been nothing but the usual things that go bump in the night, the things that posed no threat, but still woke him sometimes. Like Vash breathing too loudly, or moving to quickly. Even after so many years, it still happened—

A soft knock on the door in the dead silence of the night sets Wolfwood’s heart fluttering, he had not been expecting it, and it did have an eerie quality to it; a barely heard noise, but it wouldn’t surprise him if that was what woke him. In sleep he was even more vigilant than in waking. Behind him, Vash mutters something mostly unintelligible. He too was a vigilant sleeper.

“I’ll take care of it, go back to sleep,” he says to Vash, and then to the door: “Who is it?”

“Woof woof, I need water,” a tiny voice says through the door. It does sound a little hoarse and dry.

Wolfwood smiles, “Just a second honey, let me get dressed.”

Immediately he had known who the voice belonged to: Danny who was always quick to point out her name was spelled with a Y and not an I. Danny, who was sometimes fussy and sometimes not. Danny who called him Woof Woof because she misheard his name on introduction. Almost all of the kids had a different nickname for him, he thought it was sweet, but he also thought it was some sort of cosmic retribution for the years of nicknames that he had pummeled Vash with. For every Needle Noggin, Spikie, Tongari, Blondie, Pinhead, Pincushion et cetera there was now a Woof Woof, Woofy, Nico, Nicky, Wolf, Woody, Smoky and others. In a small bid to win back a portion of his sanity, he had recently started calling Vash Angel and rarely anything else, while Vash always called him Nick. Through some sort of unspoken agreement the kids seemed to understand that those names were between them and them alone.

Rolling out of bed, Wolfwood finds his discarded clothes from earlier and slips back into them. He’s waking up more now, but he’s still not very graceful on his feet. On the bed, Vash rolls over to face him.

“Did we forget to fill the jugs?” Vash asks, mumbling in a way only Wolfwood could decipher after years of interpreting Vash’s sleep talk.

“Maybe, but I don’t think so,” Wolfwood replies. “You know how she is. She’s funny about the water sometimes.”

“I am not!” Danny says through the door, just loud enough to be heard.

They both laugh as Wolfwood stuffs his smokes and lighter into his pants pocket, then steps over to Vash’s side of the bed and leans down to kiss him on the temple, then his cheek and finally the corner of his mouth. “Go back to sleep,” he says. Vash hmmms and gently swipes a thumb along Wolfwood’s jawline before his hand drops down to the mattress. Behind him he can hear the faintest sounds of lips smacking, as if a small child is projecting how thirsty they are.

Wolfwood rolls his eyes. “I’m comin’ girl, I’m comin’.”

As often is the case when he steps from their humble little box they call a home and into the courtyard that separates it from the orphanage, Wolfwood is softly punched in the gut by a mix of emotions. Even after ten years of living there, it is hard for him to believe that this is his life now, that this was what everything had led up to. That this is what he very nearly missed out on.

Beside him, Danny takes his hand, as if she were afraid to cross back the way she had come on her own. She almost startles a jump out of him. He had, to his chagrin, almost forgotten why he was standing there in the first place. Sometimes these little moments he had were just too powerful.

Together they cross the courtyard, mostly in silence, but Wolfwood is curious about the water.

“Now, be honest,” he starts, trying to sound as genuinely not-judgy as he can. “Are the jugs really empty or did you just want fresh water?”

Danny remains silent for a few more steps and then says: “It’s colder from the tap.”

Well, at least they hadn’t neglected to leave the kids water for the night, he thinks as they walk passed the Punisher, now decommissioned and standing in the courtyard like a guardian instead of a weapon.

"Alright, let's get you some water."

Thanks for reading :D Not 100% sure when this will be done, but it's a cloud to float on for a bit.

#vashwood fanfic #trigun 1998 #trigun 98 #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #trigun fic #vashwood fic #my fic #my wips #wip wednesday #in spirit #trigun fanfiction

[smartycvnt]

youngest buck

pairing: nick jackson x reader

prompt: 50. "i'm pregnant." + 52. "hi baby, you're so tiny. don't worry though, i'll keep you safe until you're big and strong."

"You're pregnant?" Nick asked, unshed tears making his eyes shine even more than usual under the lighting of your kitchen. You nodded as you reached up to cup his face, wiping away a stray tear that had begun to roll down his cheek.

"I'm pregnant." Nick let out a watery laugh as he pulled you into his arms. You heard him mumbled something that sounded like how happy he was. The two of you hadn't been trying for a baby, but it had definitely been on both of your minds the past couple of months. Nick wanted to get even more serious with you, but you were kind of scared about getting married. "We're going to be parents."

"I couldn't think of a better woman to be the mother of my children," Nick said as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

"Child," you corrected. Nick gave you a look, like he was going to remember to bring up having more kids later. "Mother of your child, it's hopefully just one right now."

"Little guy's gonna need someone to look after," Nick said as he knelt down in front of your stomach. You ran your hand through his hair as he pressed a kiss to the skin over where he assumed your womb was.

"Little guy?"

"Yeah, our little buck," Nick said as he stood up.

xx

Twenty-eight hours. You had been in labor for 28 hours before getting to welcome your daughter into the world. Nick had been by your side for every second of it, only leaving to bring Matt and his wife in to see their niece. By the end of everything, Nick looked just as tired as you were, but he insisted on staying up to watch over you and the baby. Eventually, you had drifted off to sleep, even if you would have preferred Nick to be sleeping next to you instead of hovering over the baby's crib.

"Sorry we don't have a name for you yet. I kind of thought that you were gonna be a boy, and so did your mom. And the doctors, you're a little trickster, a real troublemaker already," Nick said with a small laugh as he held your daughter in his arms. "You were going to be a junior, but that kind of went out the window. You don't look like a Nick to me."

You smiled to yourself as you watched Nick talk to the sleeping baby in his arms. She squirmed a little bit, and you noticed her face scrunch up like she was about to get fussy. Nick didn't catch that, but the little cries were impossible to miss. He grabbed a bottle of milk that had been sitting in the bottle warmer and started feeding her. There was a small smile on his face as he watched her eat and begin to calm down, like he was proud of himself for getting something right the first time.

"Hi baby, you're so tiny. Don't worry though, I'll keep you safe until you're big and strong." There was something in Nick's voice that made your heart flutter as he spoke to your daughter. It was the same tone that he used every single time that he told you how much he loved you, one of complete sincerity. Reserved only for promises that he could never intend to break. "And if for some reason I can't, you have a beautiful mom who would do anything for you. You'll always be taken care of, and if I have any say in it, you're gonna have a brother to take care of you too."

"Nicki," you spoke up, spooking Nick a little bit. He looked at you with a furrowed brow, obviously a little confused. "I want to name her Nicki, so you get your firstborn junior."

"Nicki Jackson," Nick said a couple of times, as if he was trying it out on his tongue. "Welcome to the world, Nicki Jackson."

#aew #aew x reader #aew imagine #aew imagines #nick jackson imagines #nick jackson imagine #nick jackson #nick jackson x reader

[baddieladdie]

Traveling with Nick Valentine - Part V

Part IV

Part III

Part II

Part I

18+ Series

- The deadly silent streets of Nahant -

Nick Valentine and the Sole Survivor leave the Sheriff's Department, retracing their steps back to the rest of the Commonwealth

“This seems pretty far off the beaten path if you ask me.” Nick observed, walking through the empty remains of the coastal town.

“And that’s why it’ll be perfect!” The joy in Nora’s voice was contagious, coaxing a small smile from his lips.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Why are you so interested in a driveway? Could just be another street.”

“But what if it’s not?” Nora skipped gleefully. “Preston mentioned there was a spectacular house in Nahant. I’ve seen a few buildings here but I haven’t seen anything ‘spectacular’. And you know I’ve been looking for a place of my own!”

“Why not Home Plate? You paid good money for that place, kid.”

“That tiny apartment? Come on, Nick! I really only got that so I could spend more time with you in Diamond City?”

“Is that so?” Nick smirked, awkwardly scratching his neck.

“Well, it’s good for trading too,” Nora blushed, changing the subject. “Getting supplies. And uh.” She paused. “There’s no heavy memories either. It’s new to me. Well, Diamond City is.”

“Yeah…I picked up on that while we were in Sanctuary Hills. Y ou seemed pretty shaken up. I don’t blame ya, not one bit. Looking at what remains of your life before any of this.” Nick exhaled the pressure from his chest. He knew that feeling himself, having woken up in that fateful dumpster so many years ago. They walked in silence for sometime, more and more trees popping up as they walked along. 

“Who do you think actually won the war? Nobody, I guess.” Nora nodded solemnly in agreement. The remnants of the coastal road veered sharply to the right, up a steep hill. Nick couldn’t make out anything between the trees. Shrouded Mansion, eh? Fitting name. 

“Alright, this looks like the spot. Ready for a closer look, icicle?” Nora laughed her somber aura away. It’s been a long while since Nicky called her by that nickname he gave her when they first met. He told her she was his favorite icicle, freshly thawed from cryo units of Vault 111.

Nora pants heavily, resting on the stairs of the mansion, her gun in her lap.

Nick leans against a post, screwdriver in hand already making some slight repairs

“Preston told you about this place?” Valentine frowned at the ghoul bodies that now littered the mansion's front yard. Bigger buildings usually come with some residents. In the Commonwealth, they’re typically not friendly. But there were a lot of damn ghouls… Anyone you walk away from .

“Uh-huh” Nora gasped out between labored breaths.

“Did he mention the company?” Nick gestured with his screwdriver at the pile of bodies before them.

“Uh, he might have said something about some locals, figured there were some settlers here who needed help.”

“Remember, the devil’s in the details.” He pocketed the tool, flexing the frame of his mechanical hand. “I better take a look around, make sure there aren’t any more surprises.” 

Nora followed behind him, popping pieces of crispy squirrel bits every so often. “I expect tourism’s dried up substantially with those damn ferals.” Nick scanned the surroundings one more time, searching for any sign of danger. “It's hard to believe anything that was once human could be so vicious. But - it looks like we got them all.”

  Wait - Where’s Nora? Nick spun around, tie swaying. She was just here!

“Nicky!” Her familiar voice called out from the rocky cliffs far from the carport he stood under. “Look at that view!” Nora gasped in delight. The sun setting below the horizon setting the sky ablaze. The dark outline of the church bell tower against the orange colored sky left him speechless. “And it’s practically a lake front property!” She leaned over the cliff’s edge to get a better view of the waves of cold, salty irradiated water splashed upon the massive rocks below. Sea foam lapping at the coast/beach/sandy front.

“Woah, now!” Valentine wrapped an arm around her waist, preventing her from leaning any further. “If you wanna go down there, I’m sure those rocks at the bottom would break your fall.”

“Nick!”

He chuckled at her reaction, smiling back at her.

“Just teasin’, love. Care to take a look inside?” Nick offered, ready to escape the stench of irradiated water.

Nora and Nick explore the remaining structure of the Mansion. Some walls intact, others not so much.

But the sheer size and remote location has Nora in a tizzy

“Quite a locale,” Nick nodded, prodding at a broken bureau. “ Gonna take a lotta elbow grease to clean this place up.”

“Get a load of THIS place!” Nora opened the double-door to the elaborate dining room with gusto. “I could never afford to live in a house this nice, but look at me now!” She shouted, whiskey bottles in hand. “I could put a kitchen here, and the dining room is right there. Ooh! And I could set up a guest room upstairs. There is so much I can do here!”

“Heh, glad to see you so happy, dove.”

Would he still see her on the regular? The mansion was a day's journey from Diamond City. Nora had spent weeks practically tied to his hip, cracking the mystery of the Institute. He had the great pleasure of helping her learn to navigate the brave new world she was thrust into. Nick had no shortage of good memories together. He couldn’t imagine a future without her there beside him. 

“Everything alright, Nick?” Nora asked, pausing by the staircase.

“Oh, nothing you can’t fix.” He flirted with a wink. Nora hid her blushing rosy cheeks with the side of her hand, but it was always her emerald eyes that gave her feelings away. You could always tell how she was doing, if you knew where to look. Valentine looked into those eyes often, but more often than not, was surprised to see them brimming with joy when they met his. 

“In that case, let’s see what mysteries lie below." Nora began descending the stairs, hips swaying.

T hat vault suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. He thought to himself in admiration. She wears it quite well. 

"curses." Nora jiggled the door handle. "Locked. You got a bobby pin on ya, Nicky?"

"If I got it," Nick rummaged around the deep pockets of his trench coat, feeling for the familiar object. "Ah, there you go."

"Thanks. I knew I could count on you~" Nora crouched down, eye level with the lock.

"Anything you need, I'm-"

click

"Oh. You're almost too good at that. Maybe I need to upgrade the locks at the agency."

Nora pushed the door open, only to be immediately tackled to the ground by a feral ghoul

"Shit!" Nick grabbed the tattered clothing, yanking the ghoul off Nora - freeing her to escape from the teeth that came so close to her neck. She jumped to her feet, pushing rounds into her trusty Le Fusil Terribles shotgun.

The sound of Nick's pistol blasting the ghoul's head clean off echoed off the walls of the concrete basement, blood splattering the damp walls. "Keep your eyes peeled, we may not have seen the last of 'em."

"Right." Nora nodded. The light from her pip-boy reflected off the surface of the flooded basement. One, maybe two feet of water covered the cluttered concrete shelter. Whoever that feral once was, likely wasn't alone.

The sound of moaning and sloshing came from the dark shadows before them.

"You hear that?" Nick froze.

"Yeah, I don't like that sound of that. Not one bit." Nora stopped beside him, trying to spot the source of the movement in the darkness. "I can't see a thing..."

Nick leaned down slightly, whispering in Nora's ear. "Try to draw 'em out to the light. You still got a molotov on ya?" 

"Yea..?" Nora silently pulled one from her bag, her heart beating out her chest. 

"Burn the sucker." Nick passed her his lighter. "There's only one way out and we're blocking it. Be ready."

"Okay." Nora held the light to saturated cloth. "1...2...3!"

The flames were so viciously bright, Nora's human eyes couldn't adjust in time, blinded. She stumbled backwards against the viscous water. "Nick! I can't -" She cried out, feeling herself lose her footing on the slippery floor.

SPLASH

"Nora!" Nick shouted, splashing through the knee deep water to get between whatever was coming their way and her. He cocked his pistol, both hands firmly on the grip.

The quiet sloshing of bodies moving through water became a thunderous echo of 2 distinct inhuman screams. One feral, racing through the water on all fours, leaped for his face. Taking the opportunity, Nick fired a shot straight through the ghoul's chest. "Not exactly subtle, pal."

BAM BAM

With a mighty splash, a second ghoul body fell by Nick's side - water drenching his sleeves. 

"Guess we're even."

"Not bad," Nicky offered a hand to hoist Nora back to her feet and out of the questionable basement water. "Not bad at all."

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“You alright? I think I just heard my rad counter cry for mercy.” Nick could suck down a lot of rads as a synth. Nora's more supple, pre-war body couldn't hold up long in such conditions. Standing water was almost always a hot spot for high radiation.

“Yeah. I’m fine, can’t say the same about those ghouls.” The bodies floated weightless in the knee deep water; oozing green irradiated blood. Nora grabbed an extra Radaway dosage just to be safe.

“They won't be bothering anybody now.” Nick shrugged absentmindedly, his skeletal hand lazily drifting over the clutter left on the bookshelf.

“Hey Nick,” Nora called from behind a wall.

“Yea?” He responded, flipping through a wrinkled magazine, trying to make out any of the words.

“This damn..UGH!” The frustration in her voice caught his attention; he put the magazine down. “This fuckin' terminal won’t let me in!”

“These old terminals can be real finicky. If you ask nicely, I bet I could get it to spill its guts.”

“You want me to beg?” She eyed him.

“I want you to ask me nicely.”

“Nick. Please, the terminal?”

“Try again.”

“Nicky, my Valentine, please take a look at the terminal? For me?”

“Done. All you had to do was ask”

“Ugh, you’re such a tease” Nora couldn’t hid her smile.

“Goodness. They've got this locked down tighter than a..." Nick lowered himself to the chair, focusing carefully on the fuzzy green text on the humming screen. "hmm," Nick sucked in a breath. "Maybe - Ah! There we go.” His golden yellow eyes scanned the message left on the abandoned terminal. A body floated by. A ghoul. One viciously ripped apart, one that had not turned feral.

"It ain’t good, dove. Maybe it’s best if you don’t see this.”

“What do you mean?” Nora leaned on him, reading over his shoulder. The terminal cast a subtle green light on them in the dark, musty basement.

“Oh god. Those were his family. They killed him.” Nora gasped, not daring to look at the body floating next to her.

“He’s probably the only one in the commonwealth who attempted to rehabilitate a feral ghoul.”

Nora took a deep breath, “Probably was a rough transition. Luxury to this apocalyptic hellscape. Knowing the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork won’t keep you alive.”

“Yeah. I got the cop, Nick Valentine, to thank for that. You got Military training from before the war."  He gently rested a hand on her arm. "Not everyone can be so lucky."

“Let’s go, I can’t take this any more.”

The bottom of his trench coat wet from the water they waded through, it dragged behind him dripping as they left the basement in woeful silence.

*Nick standing in the ghouls way to protect Nora like*

ANyWay - This was a pleasure to write~ As always, you can view the AO3 link right here (that's where I publish first!)

ah - good stuff. There's still one more chapter I want to write and then its back to the Thane FanFic I was working on earlier this year <3

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #nick valentine x sole survivor #nick valentine #nick valentine fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #xdreamwriterx

[peri-helia]

Men of principle 

Also on Ao3 here

Joe had always known that sometimes he really was too much of a soft touch and that being said, sometimes it got him into trouble. Like that time in Bucharest when Booker had bet that they definitely, have their cake and eat it too, walk in the park, piece of piss, give Houdini a run for his money.

…It didn’t end well.

And tonight’s not going so swimmingly either.

He’d done the last sweep before everyone hunkered down for the night – they’re stopping over in the tiny Foxtrot safehouse in Napoli – when he comes back to their bedroom to find Nicky spread out like a starfish over the entirety of their bed, face down in the mattress in his t-shirt and shorts.

Shit.

“Habibi?”

“No,” Nicky replies, not even bothering to open his eyes.

This is what he gets for being nice. Exhaling with a fond smile at his stubborn husband, Joe quietly shuts the door and wanders towards the bed. For a moment he simply watches Nicky’s chest rise and fall and thanks the universe for the gift of his man and this long life to share it with him. Then he ducks down, gets his hands under Nicky’s ribs and left thigh and shoves.

Nicky’s hands and feet twist into the bedding, anchoring him in place, not giving an inch. Joe could tickle him, but he is an honourable man. So Joe gives in, straightening, hands falling to his hips.

“Cuore mio, you cannot banish me from the bed,” he huffs, fighting back a smile and losing. Nile had once asked what there was even left to fight about after centuries together. Andy had laughed and Quynh had hidden her face in her wife’s shoulder as the women had cryptically answered that even between them there were some molehills still seemed like mountains.  

“Evidently I can, babe” Nicky retorts, as concise as his blade.

“I only agreed with Nile to make her feel welcome here with us” he explains, trying not to sound as amused as he is. Nico and the hills he chooses to die on. Nicky turns his head towards him, eyes open and full of reproach. The tiny curl at the corner of his lips gives him away.

“There are other ways to make Nile feel at home without sacrificing principle”

Normally when a disagreement arises in this manner, when its one of the lesser ones and not tied to a job and a needless death, being reckless with their immortality in the way they haven’t been since they were young and thought forever meant forever, they just climb over each other in the bed. Work through it or agree to disagree. Or turn the disagreement into something they can agree on, like falling asleep in each other’s arms, kissing or who can be the most poetic in their sentiments. Nicky will say its always Joe who sees the inner meaning in the world and speaks it into being, and Joe will say Nicky’s poetry comes from the way he expresses his heart.

But when you’ve been together as long as they have, sometimes its good to spice things up every so often.

“What a thing, that my heart should be so capricious to me!” Joe sighs dramatically, clutching at his chest. “Very well. If my destiny is to spend tonight away from you then I shall only beg to kiss you goodnight before I go”

Nicky’s head rises off the pillows, looking at Joe curiously. He’s obviously trying to anticipate what this change to their habits means. He gives that small curved smile that means he is quite happy to see where Joe is going with this.

Joe’s own smile grows as sharp as his scimitar. He leans over his love and grazes his lips over Nicky’s cheekbone, warmth blooming in his chest at the way Nicky’s eyes flutter shut. Those long eyelashes dark against his skin. So he moves on, upward to gentle kisses on Nicky’s eyelids, that tempting scar between his eyebrows and the broad expanse of his forehead. Then he starts working down the other side of his face, lingering on his mole.

“Joe-“ Nicky’s fingers graze Joe’s beard, the edge of his hairline at the base of his neck where Nicky loves to kiss, loosely trying to cup Joe’s face and guide their mouths together but Joe purposefully evades him. The game’s not over yet.

Instead he kisses along Nicky’s neck, knee coming up to press onto the mattress, focusing on the moles dotted across the skin, suckling kisses and huffing in a mix of frustration and satisfaction as they quickly fade. Nicky moans and presses himself upwards, arching off the bed to fit the lines of their bodies together. As Joe continues his communing with the canvas of Nicky’s skin he can feel Nicky growing to hardness against his hip.

“Yusuf-“

“Mmph, Nicolo” Joe teases around his mouthful, hands trailing down Nicky’s ribs as Nicky moves from neck to shoulders, squeezing and scrambling. Right, then. He lifts free entirely.

“Yusuf?” Nicky’s eyes are hazy with want, wide with confusion at Joe’s removal. “Babe, is something wrong?”

Joe cannot help the way his heart twinges at the worry on his beloved’s face, and he almost feels bad for what he’s about to do. Almost. But for all the ways they’ve made love over their long lives, that delicious spark that comes from something new always reminds him of their youth. The beginning of it all, the intensity and passion. While he loves the devotion of their more languid lovemaking, that he can feel their devotion to each other in ever touch as ever, Nicky stoked to blazing is equally delicious.

“Nothing, hayati. I’ve had goodnight kisses aplenty to tide me over and now I’ll take my banishment. Thank god Andy insists on decent couches.”

Nicky blinks.

Once.

Twice.

“Habibi?” he sits up slowly in the bed, a tiny furrow appearing on that marble brow. He bites that lovely lower lip the way Joe is going to when the joke is over.

Nicky reaches out a hand, a feather light touch encircling Joe’s wrist. “Yusuf, I – I don’t understand. You aren’t – you are truly going to sleep on the sofa? Over this? I –“

Joe watches with burgeoning horror as Nicky’s ocean-like eyes become wet with tears. He made his Nicolo, his moon, the warmth of his heart cry. He is never going to spice anything up again. They will be as bland as bland and traditional as traditional can be after this.

He drops to his knees, bracketed by Nicky’s and clasps Nicky’s hands. “No, no sweetheart, I was only kidding. The nights I get to curl around you are the sweetest dreams this life could give me, ya amar and-“ he presses a kiss to Nicky’s hand, penitently and then he looks up –

Nicky is smiling. Scratch that, Nicolo is full on grinning. Face wiped clean of grief. What in the world –

“Got you”

“Oh you bastard! Crocodile tears?!” Nicky bursts out laughing, ugly snorting and it’s the sweetest music of Joe’s life and fucking hell but his husband is an ass.

“I’m going to throttle you, you –“ he hisses, a threat he hasn’t made since they were young and shy and dying of unresolved sexual tension, along with everything else.

“Oh, Yusuf. You know I love it when you talk like that”

He grabs at Joe’s hands and they fall back onto the bed, but rather than a kiss, they grapple, tussling for the upper hand . But they’re so old now, with more days spent together than apart and are too evenly versed in each other to outmatch the other. Eventually, they lie on their sides, facing each other, chests heaving.

Joe guides Nicky’s hand under his shirt, to rest over his thudding heart.

Nicky gives his pectoral an affectionate, appreciative squeeze. “Later,” Joe laughs. Then, “Where did you learn to cry on cue?”

“Nile. We were bored out of skulls on the Nairobi job and she taught me how”

Fucking hell. He knew Nile was lethal, but this is a new level. He must learn  immediately.  

“I still disagree with you.”

“I know, love. And I with you”

“Joe?”

“Yes, Nicky?”

“I love you more than I know how to ever explain, tesoro”

Joe squishes closer, pressing his face into Nicky’s neck, “There are not enough stars in all the galaxies in all the heavens to encompass how much I love you, habibi”

Nicky just huffs something almost inaudible about fights and finishing them but he presses back into Joe, interlacing their fingers tightly.

Some things never change.

#this has been languishing in my wips forever #tog drabble #joe x nicky #the old guard #my writing

[made-in-haven]

I want to kiss you.

I'm dreaming of your lips. Your taste. I need my mouth on your skin.

“Get out.”

Isobel’s soft hands were on Nico, tracing the shoulder seams of his button up shirt. Not even looking at the men she was addressing, her dark green eyes stayed on her husband as he shifted back into his chair to grant her the access she was seeking. Her jeweled left hand brushed against his soft, short, dark hair before scratching gently at his scalp as she swung a leg over to take her seat against him. One of his heavy hands found her rounded belly, shamelessly pushing away the thick flowing fabric of her night robes to feel the warmth of her skin. His other hand curved into the back of her thigh, cupping the curve of her ass and pulling their bodies closer.

“Sir, we-“

“Are you deaf?” Nico grunted, cutting the subordinate off without ever looking away from his ravishing wife. “Get the fuck out.”

“I’m sorry if I interrupted something important.” Isobel planted kisses between every whispered word. She grazed her nose along the gentle slopes of her lover’s thick neck, breathing him in. “I got your message and I couldn’t wait.”

Nico bent his head to capture her mouth, stealing the cheek kiss she’d intended and making her smile against his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss just to taste her. He’d meant what he said. The hand sitting lovingly against the swell of her belly, their child, drifted up to cup her growing, heavy breasts. Her soft body grew more sensitive every day.

Isobel’s pussy drenched on her husband’s still clothed lap. She could feel the way her body slicked for him, heat and need swirling between her legs. But it was the brush of his thumb across her nipple, after the room finally cleared and Nico rugged her soft robe off her body, ripping the barely there silk tie that held it closed. Her whole body responded, arching into him, exposing more of her chest, she prayed for the relief of his warm mouth, the mind-numbing pleasure of his thick cock working her open.

“Nicki, please.” Her small hands cradled his head and their gaze stayed locked.

He knew. He always knew what she needed and she knew that he would give it to her and then some but he cracked a tiny, smug smirk and leaned in just close enough to let the ghost of his warm breath breeze over her sensitive peak. Isobel threw her head back, just barely restraining the urge to pull him to her. “Tell me, Cara.”

Instead her mind went to the only other place it knew to go. She needed to have him closer. A slim hand slipped between them to expertly work at the closures on her king’s tented trousers, desperate to feel his velvet covered steel once again in her small hands. “I need you, Nico. Sometimes I get so crazy it fees like I don’t know who I am when you aren’t inside me.”

[cherubinas]

#theoldguardedit #the old guard #joe x nicky #listen. this little scene? 49 frames #never in my LIFE have 49 FRAMES made me THIS INSANE! #i will NEVER not go crazy over it #it's the cheeky smile while chewing gum! #just bc nicky looked at him! #it's nicky looking away with a tiny smile on his lips!!!!!!!!!!!! #it's the casualness of it all!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i can't explain it i'm just unhinging! #marwan and luca gave us everything even when they didn't have to!!!!!!!!! #insanity luvs! #cherubinas*

[jadeee]

Our House

Handling two kids, a husband, and running a business can be a lot.

Warnings: slight swearing + brief lime

Word Count: 6.5k

You moaned as you rolled over, savoring the last bit of your slumber. Your arm landed on Nicky’s side who let out a small groan. 

“Is it morning already?” You muttered in your half-sleep state.

He answered you with his eyes closed “I don’t even wanna know.”

“I’m surprised we woke up before our alarm clock.”

Just then your dog waltzed into the room and jumped onto the bed.

The two of you slightly opened your eyes to the sight of her laying at the foot of your bed.

“I think you spoke too soon, toots.”

The pitter patter of feet and giggling echoed throughout the hall.

“Way too soon.” You smiled to yourself.

The small sounds of laughter ceased when the voices reached your door.

“Shush!” A tiny voice commanded.

The other released a small gasp then covered their mouth.

“We should scare ‘em.”

You and Nicky exchanged a glance as you overheard the little ones making their evil plans.

“We’ll get in trouble!” Giulliana raised her brows at her brother.

“No we won’t. I'll make sure, ok?” Giancarlo nodded his head.

“Promise?” She stuck out her pinky finger.

Giancarlo wrapped his pinky around hers.

Before the two stepped into your room, Nicky bent down and whispered in your ear “I got a plan.”

~~~~~~

You and Nicky barely managed to hold back a smile as you hid under the covers.

The dog’s ears perked up when Giancarlo and Giulliana tip toed into your room.

Giulliana pressed her fingers to her lips.

“Quiet, Stella.”

Stella let out a gruff before resting her head on her paws again.

Giancarlo crept to your side of the bed and watched Giulliana head towards Nicky.

When they were in position, he held his tiny fingers in the air.

He looked at her and mouthed “1,”

“2,” she added.

“3!” They both shouted.

As they jumped into the bed, you and Nicky flung back the covers and let out a roar. You grabbed onto your children and pulled them towards you. They let out giggles while clutching at their tummies which were open for your tickle attacks.

Stella sat up at the commotion and let out a playful noise before rolling around in the sheets.

“Alright, that’s enough for now.”

“Aww!” The kids pouted at Nicky then looked at you with big eyes.

“Your dad’s right, we gotta get ready for school.”

“Hm … okay but only if we can get ice cream later.” Giulliana glanced at you then Nicky.

Nicky chuckled “Negotiating already?” 

“Please?” Giancarlo clasped his hands together.

“Please, please, PLEASE!!” Giulliana and Giancarlo begged.

“Okay, okay.” You and Nicky chimed in unison.

“Yes!” The two munchkins clapped and hooted all the way to their rooms.

~~~~~~

As you prepped for the day, a million things ran through your mind. Granted you had house staff so you didn’t have to worry about house duties but there were other things. You glanced at your to do list and wished you hadn’t.

You poured creamer into your coffee and thought about the projects to finalize at TATW productions, those interviews you had to do and things for the kids of course. 

You set the creamer back onto the counter and gave your coffee a taste. You frowned then poured more as you looked at the list.

Giancarlo needed ballet slippers and Giulliana wanted a new baseball glove. Wait, no it was the other way around and didn’t Stella need a new toy? 

You set a glass in front of Giancarlo before sipping your coffee again.

He reached for it with a smile after scarfing down two pancakes.

“All done!” Giulliana pushed back her plate.

Nicky strutted into the dining room “Bravo, patatina!”

He picked up her plate and placed it into the sink which you were still standing by, brooding. 

“Toots, you okay?”

You blinked away your thoughts “Yeah, I'm just thinking.”

Giancarlo’s face turned bitter with each sip of what he thought was his orange juice.

“This tastes funny.” He set the glass down with a frown.

“Lemme see that.” Nicky walked over to Giancarlo and you accompanied him.

You both inspected the glass.

“Oh,” you smacked your forehead “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”

You grabbed the glass and walked to the sink to discard it. 

“I must’ve got our cups mixed up.”

“It’s okay.” Giancarlo got down from his chair, “Everything’s coppascatik.”

You and Nicky scrunched your brows.

“What was that, polpetto?” Nicky asked refraining his laughter.

Giancarlo repeated the word proudly “Coppascatik, it means it’s all good.”

“Who taught you that?” You leaned back onto the counter.

“Uncle Chris!” Giancarlo beamed before grabbing his backpack.

You smiled and walked towards Giulliana “‘Course he did.”

“That goof,” Nicky glanced at your to do list on the counter.

“Are you tired?” Giulliana asked you while you lifted her from the oversized chair she sat in.

“Just a little bit,” you gave her a half hearted smile. “But don’t worry about me, let’s get you two to school!”

“Last one to the car is a rotten egg!” Giancarlo shouted before bolting down the hall.

“Hey!” Giuliana trotted behind him.

“This is a lil’ long for a to do list, don’t ya think?”

Nicky flipped the page to the back and continued to read your handwriting.

“It’s a novel at this point.” 

You strode down the hall behind your kids.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Nicky caught up with you.

“Let’s give half of this stuff to the staff and play hooky.”

“What?!” You scoffed.

“Nicky, we can’t skimp out on this stuff.”

You shielded your eyes from the sunlight as you watched your kids wait by the car.

“Toots,”

“Daddy, you’re last so you’re the rotten egg!” Giancarlo said with a goofy smile.

“Pee-yoo,” Giulliana pinched her nose and waved her hand in front of her face “stinky!”

“Watch out,” he slowly extended his hands towards you all “I’m gonna spread COOTIES!”

“AAHH!!” The kids screamed before jumping into the car.

You looked at Nicky with a small smile which only spread wider after he embraced you and dramatically gave you a wet, slobbery kiss on the cheek.

“Nooo!!!” The kids pressed their faces against the glass window.

“Ugh, Nicky!” You feigned disgust as you wiped your cheek.

“There’s more where that came from.” He cocked a brow at you.

“I’ve got enough of those in the backseat.”

Giulliana tapped on the window “We gotta go!”

“Alright alright,” he glanced at you “I wonder where she gets that from?”

He eyed you playfully then opened the door for you. 

You looked at him with a smile before kissing his cheek, “Don’t forget it.”

“BLECH!” Giancarlo protested as you and Nicky got in the car.

~~~~~~

“I love you!” 

You and Nicky bent down to hug and kiss your children before they entered their classrooms.

Giancarlo stopped the two of you once it was his turn “Not in front of my friends.”

He looked over his shoulder to see the little audience that formed.

“Oh, I see.” 

You and Nicky exchanged a quick glance.

“Alright champ, knock ‘em dead.” Nicky patted his son on the back.

Giancarlo smirked until his dimple showed.

Without thinking, you reached out to touch his chubby cheeks. His eyes went wide.

Your hand flinched but remained near his face. 

He pleaded with his eyes. 

You ruffled his hair “Give ‘em hell, kiddo!”

Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to say that.

“You just cussed, can I-”

“No!” You and Nicky answered simultaneously.

Giancarlo frowned but quickly smiled when he ran towards his friends.

The two of you rose to your feet.

“What the hell was that all about?” Nicky whispered as you both watched your son for a moment.

“I froze!” You tried to remain calm as Giancarlo faced the two of you and waved.

You waved back before you turned away from each other.

“I would’ve just given him a hug and a kiss, but nooo.”

Nicky chuckled “It’s settled, we’re playin’ hooky.”

“I guess I am pretty wound up.” You quietly admitted to yourself.

“Don’t worry,” Nicky glanced your way with a smirk “I’ll take good care of you.”

~~~~~~

He held onto your hand as you walked down the pier. The wind made your clothes dance and wafted the salt of the sea into your nostrils.

“Where are we going exactly?”

You bit your tongue then spoke anyway, “Are we gonna be back in time to pick up the kids? What about dinner?!”

Nicky smiled at your uneasy nerves and let go of your hand. He rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Vita mia, relax.” 

His large hands slid down your arms easing the tension you carried in your shoulders.

“It’s just you and me right now, alright?”

You looked into his hazel eyes.

“We’ve got all the time in the world!” He held his arm out to you and you looped it in his.

“Well, only a few hours but still.” Nicky corrected himself when he remembered the kid’s school schedule.

“Okay, handsome. Lead the way!”

He threw you a smirk as he proudly walked down the beach with you in tow.

~~~~~~

“Oooh,” you clasped your hands together as the waiter placed your meal in front of you.

He placed Nicky’s plate onto the table and withdrew his hands.

“Anything else for you today?” 

He filled your glasses with orange juice.

“That’s it for now, thank you.”

“Of course.” 

The waiter gave a slight bow then left the two of you alone.

You reached for your glass but Nicky stopped you.

“What? Is it poisoned?” You joked.

“Not yet.” Nicky looked around before pulling a flask out of his jacket.

A small gasp escaped between your lips, “Nicky!” You said in a hushed tone.

“Live a little,” Nicky shoved the flask back into his jacket after spiking your drinks.

“To family.”

He looked at you with a smile in his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel warmth.

You grabbed your glass and raised it with his.

Your new made mimosa washed down your breakfast quite well. Nicky indulge you by allowing you to have more than one which was probably a mistake.

As you walked down the shops of the street looking for toys, you commented on every little thing.

“Oh, Nicky, Nicky, look!” You pointed at the baby shoes in the glass window.

“Remember when Giulliana was that little.” 

A pout grow on your face as you looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

He walked towards you with a small smile while the memories of her first days in this world flashed through his mind.

“With her little feet and little toes and,” you let out a hiccup “Giancarlo pulled back her blanket and said ‘what’s that?!’”

“He wasn’t happy at first but look at ‘em now. They’re thick as thieves.” He glanced over at you.

“Aww, my little peas in a pod.”

You pressed your palm against the glass.

“Amore mio, are you feelin’ okay?” 

He placed an arm around you and held you close.

“Yeah, I’m just feelin’ … sappy I guess.”

“There’s nothin’ wrong with that.”

He pulled you in for a hug and kissed your cheek.

You looked through the glass pane long enough to notice your reflections staring back at you.

“One day, they’ll move out and start to carve their own name into the world.” 

You leaned closer into Nicky and continued  “They’ll be fully grown and we’ll still looking at their baby pictures.”

Nicky let out a light laugh as he listened to you.

“We’ll be old and gray but I’ll still love you the same.”

You turned to face Nicky and held his cheek in your hand.

He looked at you with a look of endearment before your lips met in a tender kiss.

“If you get any more sentimental we might need those baby shoes.”

You lightly hit him on his chest and he felt his love grow ten times stronger.

“C’mon, you.” You held onto his hand and walked inside the toy store to spoil your two children.

After carefully picking out things for the kids, and Stella your beloved dog, you loaded the car with your bags.

You started to climb into the car until Nicky grabbed hold of your arm, “Wait a second.”

“What is it?”

He looked at his watch, “We still got time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolultey positive.”

He leaned into the car and briefly spoke with the chaffeur. The car departed after he patted its hood. You tried to make sense of what just happened but he didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, he held your hand in his and escorted the two of you back to the pier.

You glanced up at the sign with a chuckle “You wanna take the ferry?”

“Why not?” 

He reached into his pocket and paid for the two of you to board.

“All aboard the love boat.” He cooed as he welcomed you onto the ferry.

You rolled your eyes and smiled “You’re corny as hell,” 

You slid your hand into his “and I love it.”

He smiled while you walked towards empty seats at the boat’s edge.

Maybe it was still the morning mimosa’s at work but you felt giddy, even in the silence. The sun warmed those little metal circles you wore on your fingers but you didn’t notice since your hands were intertwined as always.

~~~~~~

“Look what I made! Look, ya see!” 

Giulliana’s creation clacked in the air as she waved it around. 

“Ooh, lemme see that.” 

You reached for her latest creation and turned the macaroni noodles over in your hand.

“It’s a bracelet! And look!” 

Giulliana threw her fist in the air and shook it til her own macaroni bracelt rattled.

“Aww, it’s beautiful.”

You brushed her hair out of her face. Your eyes teared up as you touched her cheeks. You thought of how she’d grow up so fast and change right before your eyes.

“My gorgeous girl,” a tear fell as you spoke.

Giulliana reached up to wipe away your tear.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’, sunshine.” You cupped her cheeks and looked into her eyes.

“I love you very much and there’s nothin’ wrong with that.”

You kissed her forehead and she giggled.

“I love you too, like this big!” She stretched her arms as wide as she could.

“Oh yeah? I love you this big!!” 

You stretched your arms and legs out until you made a star.

She smiled at your declaration “No, no, I- I love you like this big,”

Giulliana jumped up and down while stretching her limbs as far as she could.

“THIS BIG LIKE BIG BIG BIG!!” She giggled in between jumps and stretches. Her little limbs burned as she continued to jump for your love.

Nicky was walking towards the two of you but slowed when he saw you two competing. He stood back and leaned against the wall.

“Y’know what?” You crotched down to her level.

She brushed her hair out of her eyes while catching her breath “Uh huh?”

“I love you to infinity.”

“Infeminee??” She tilted her head.

You laughed lightly then repeated the word, “Infinity.” 

“What’s in-finaty?”

“It’s forever.”

“What’s forever?”

“Like a really, really long time.”

“Really?”

You nodded your head.

“You love me infinity when I go to school?”

“Mhmm.”

“And when I play with my friends?”

“Yep.”

“When daddy takes me out for ice cream?”

You laughed, “Yes.”

“When I get older? Like you and daddy?”

“Especially when you get older.”

You placed your thumb lightly on her little chin and drew back so you wouldn’t start bawling.

She threw her arms around you and buried her face in your neck.

“I love you infinity too.”

You held her little body close to yours and relished the feeling.

“What about me?”

Nicky strolled into the living room, careful not to show that he too was crying.

“I love you for a really long time too, daddy!” Giulliana ran to his side and Nicky bent down to pick her up.

Her little arms made their way around his neck and he felt himself crumble inside. 

You wiped your silent tears as you stood to your feet.

“Hey, what’s with the new jewelry?” He nodded towards your bracelet.

“Sweet Giulliana made this for me.” You said with a smile.

She lifted her head at the mention of her name.

“Don’t worry, I made one for you too and Giancarlo!”

Nicky placed her on her feet so she could run and spread the joy of macaroni noodles and beads.

“Speakin’ of, where is that lil guy?” You muttered to yourself.

Nicky scratched his head “I thought I heard him earlier when he-” 

His eyes went wide as he took off without warning.

Stella began to bark as soon as you started to follow Nicky.

You hesitated between who to follow then grunted as you ran towards the dog.

~~~~~~

Nicky slowed to a stroll when he made it outside. He smoothed down his tie and put his hands in his pockets. For a moment, the only sounds were that of his shoes against the pavement. Until he heard a rustle in the bushes.

When he spotted the chauffeur he switched his tone “You took care of that situation we talked about, right?”

“Of course, Mr. Valentino.”

“You didn’t happen to find,” Nicky shrugged “Oh I don’t know, a rat? Or rugrat perhaps?” 

He looked over his shoulder into the bushes. There was another slight rustle. The chauffeur glanced at the noise then back at Nicky and smiled.

“There was a slight hiccup but it’s all taken care of, sir.”

“Right,” Nicky patted his shoulder then began to walk off.

“Say,” he turned around “where’d that rugrat go?”

“I can’t say, sir. I have no idea.”

“I’d hate for ‘em to miss this special treat we got ‘em.”

Giancarlo parted the bushes and watched the two men speak.

“That makes two of us.”

“Well,” Nicky ran a hand through his hair “I guess if they don’t show up, I’ll just have to get rid of it.”

“You could give it to someone else, sir.”

Nicky nodded his head.

“Or use it for myself?”

“Hey!” Giancarlo jumped out of the bushes “No fair!”

“HA!” Nicky pointed at Giancarlo “Gotcha!”

Nicky and the chauffeur shared a brief laugh as Giancarlo continued to fume.

“I tell ya what’s not fair,” Nicky laid his hands on Giancarlo’s shoulders and walked towards the house “you trynna pull a fast one on me.”

He moved his fingers around the boy’s shoulders until he started to laugh from the ticklish sensation. Giancarlo raised his shoulders to his ears and tried to get out of his father’s grip.

“Alright, I’m sorry!”

He finally yanked himself free from the Valentino Vicelike grip of his father.

“Can I still have my gift? Please?” He looked up at him with those soft hazel eyes.

It was like staring at his own reflection, “Of course you can.”

Nicky brushed Giancarlo’s cheek with his hand. “No more spyin’ though, alright?”

Giancarlo nodded his head “You got it, pop.”

~~~~~~

“Whoa whoa whoa!” 

Nicky and Giancarlo walked into a fiasco. Giulliana was sobbing and holding a kitten in her arms while you held Stella back by her collar.

“Bad Stella!” Giulliana protested as she stood in Nicky’s leather armchair.

You looked at Nicky and Giancarlo with wide, pleading eyes.

Nicky ran towards you to help restrain Stella.

“What happened?”

“Stella found a stray outside and well, here we are” you feigned a smile.

Giancarlo stood next to the leather armchair and tried to console Giulliana who held on tightly to the kitten.

“Let’s go!” Nicky held onto Stella as he commanded him to go outside.

When you turned around, Giancarlo and Giulliana gave you puppy dog eyes.

“Oh no! NO NO NO!”

“BUT PLEASE!?!?!”

Giulliana jumped down from the chair and walked towards you with the black and white spotted kitten in her hand. Giancarlo stood by her side every step of the way.

“Just look at ‘em!”

They held the tuxedo kitten in front of you.

“Godda-” you covered your eyes so you couldn’t look at them “NICKY!!!”

“Can we keep it?!” The kids chanted in unison as Nicky shut the patio door behind him.

Nicky’s hair was dishelved from handling Stella. He glanced at you then the kids and the kitten. For the first time, he was speechless.

“You said I could keep the gift!” Giancarlo reminded Nicky of his promise.

“I did but-”

“You told him?!” You chimed in.

“I wanna keep it! Please, can we?” Giulliana added to the noise.

Nicky looked at you with pleading eyes. 

You stared at him for several seconds and then blinked with a nod.

The kids cheered preemptively.

“Only if-”

Their cheers died down under the sound of Nicky’s voice. 

“Only if Stella says so. If Stella says no, kitten’s gotta go.”

“If Stella says yes?” Giulliana petted the kitten’s head.

“We can keep it!” Giancarlo ran towards Stella so the kitten could pass the test.

“Maddon.” Nicky uttered under his breath.

You knelt down next to Giulliana, “Can I hold ‘em?”

She looked at you for a moment as she mulled it over.

“Please?”

“Okay, but be careful with Max.” She carefully pried the kitten from her shirt.

“Max?”

“Yeah, that’s their name.”

You crinkled your brows as she placed them in your palms “Max.”

Giancarlo and Nicky waited by Stella’s side on the patio. You and Giulliana stepped out slowly watching his every movement. Stella let out a low growl as Max, the kitten, stretched it’s neck to take in the new setting.

As you knelt down, so did everyone else. Stella stepped towards the kitten hesitantly and lightly sniffed it. She stepped back and let out a whine.

“C’mon, girl.” Giancarlo softly encouraged her.

“Please be good.” Giulliana clasped her hands together.

Stella let out another whine as she approached the kitten. 

You and Nicky exchanged a brief glance before watching the two again.

Stella bopped the kitten with its nose and swiftly retreated by Nicky’s side.

The kitten leaned back and froze.

Stella ducked her head and whined before approaching it again.

The kitten reached its paw towards Stella who ran before it could land on its nose.

Giancarlo leaned on his knees as he watched the saga unfold.

Stella made her way towards the kitten again and stared at it.

The kitten sat with its chest out proudly while returning Stella’s glare. Suddenly, Stella touched the kitten with its nose then sat down in front of you.

You placed the kitten onto the ground and held your breath for what happened next. The two began to play with each other. They chased each other in short circles but it wasn’t over until the kitten managed to latch onto Stella. Rather than throw a fit, Stella laid on her side and gave in. The kitten pounced onto him but when it noticed that Stella was indifferent, it curled up into a ball and laid on her stomach.

You and Nicky let out the breath you were holding in.

“Stella said yes!” Giulliana jumped for joy.

“Let’s call ‘em ‘Lightning’!” Giancarlo petted the kitten.

“No, I named ‘em ‘Max’!” Giulliana stomped.

“That’s a boy’s name.”

“It can be a girl’s name!” She turned towards the two of you, “Tell him!”

You stood to your feet “Giancarlo, where I come from anyone can be anything.”

“That’s what dad says about New York.”

“Think of it as a different New York.”

Giancarlo scrunched his brows at you “So there are two New Yorks?”

“No, son. That’s another discussion for another time.” Nicky stepped in.

“In the meantime, how about ‘Max Lightning’?” You scanned the little faces to see their approval of the name.

“Okay.” Giancarlo put his hands in his pocket.

“You hear that Max Lightning? You’re stayin’.” Giulliana picked up the sleeping kitten and Stella lifted her head.

You all followed Giulliana back inside so you could show them the real gifts, after dinner of course.

~~~~~~

Stella sat by Giancarlo’s side while Giulliana clutched Max Lightning in her tiny hands. Their eyes were shut so tightly they saw specks in the black abyss before them.

“Can we look now?”

“No, not yet.” 

You and Nicky set the carefully wrapped bags onto the table.

“Okay, now!” You clasped your hands together as they ran towards their gifts.

Meanwhile, Stella already took off with the new toy you got her.

“YES!” Giancarlo slipped his baseball mitt onto his hand with a smile.

“My slippers!” The silky satin dangled from her hands. 

Max Lightning sat perched on her shoulder and tilted their head at the scene.

“Dad, can we play?” 

Nicky’s eyes crinkled at his crooked smile “I thought you’d never ask.” 

He patted Giancarlo’s shoulder “Let’s go!”

Giulliana was too busy putting on her new slippers to pay any attention to her brother and father, or you.

Her fingers made fast work of tying the ribbons around her ankles. 

She stood to her feet and shouted “My tutu!” 

Max Lightning jerked when she picked them up then ran to her room to finish her ensemble.

The corners of your mouth turned up slightly as you stood alone in the living room. Then you felt a small tug on the hem of your shirt. When you turned around, you looked at Giulliana – who of course, held Max Lightning in the palm of her hand.

“Are you coming?”

“You want me to dance with you?”

She nodded her head frantically “Most definitely, yes!”

“Okay,” you held onto her hand as she guided the two of you backstage.

“But I don’t have a tutu,” you added.

“Just imagine,” she held on tightly to your hand when you walked upstairs.

“And don’t be nervous. Everyone’s really nice and can’t wait to see us.”

“What do you mean ‘everyone’?”

She glanced back at you before opening the room to your stage and dressing room.

“The audience.” She whispered with a smile.

As she opened the door you saw her stuffed animals placed ever so carefully in little chairs throughout her room.

“Oh, I see” you held back a smile “Let’s give ‘em a show then, whaddaya say?”

“Let’s give ‘em hell!” She yelled before prancing on stage.

Max Lightning latched onto her shirt.

Your eyes went wide “Giulliana,” you held back your restraint remembering you wanted to be the parent you felt you never had.

The satin slippers continued to prance, spin, and pirouette on the stage.

You adjusted your tone before joining her side, “Where’d you get that from?”

“Giancarlo said you said it at school.”

She stopped her warm ups then glanced at you. You tried not to laugh at how her hair covered her face or at how terrified Max Lightning looked.

You knelt down in front of her and brushed her hair out of her face.

“I forgot my bun bun.” She patted her mop of hair.

“You did, just like I forgot to not say that word in front of you and Giancarlo.”

“What word?”

You bit your tongue as you grabbed a nearby ribbon to tie her hair into a bun.

“Oh, hell?!” Giulliana exclaimed while petting Max Lightning.

You dropped your shoulders “Yes, that word.”

“Is it a bad word?”

“... not exactly,” you secured her hair into a bun and patted the finished product “I just don’t want you to say it.”

“But you and daddy can say it?”

You opened your mouth and then closed it “How about no one says it?”

Giulliana stared at you for a moment then shrugged “Okay.”

She placed Max Lightning onto a chair with her beloved Katy the cat, “We need to get ready!”

It took a while but you found your tutus, real and imaginary, and performed for your crowd. 

Giancarlo and Nicky walked in while your audience shouted “Encore! Encore!”

If it wasn’t for their clapping, you and Giulliana wouldn’t have noticed them.

She turned towards them and curtsied, you followed her movement.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You both beamed at the crowd.

~~~~~~

Night, the children’s least favorite time of day, had fallen on the Valentino household but this night was different. They weren’t protesting their baths or bedtime. They even brushed their teeth without being told to do so. When the clock struck 9, you and Nicky waltzed into their rooms to kiss them goodnight. 

Giancarlo’s eyes followed his new baseball as he tossed it a few inches up in the air and caught it with his bare hand. 

You leaned against the doorframe “Alright, Babe Ruth.” 

He jerked his head at the sudden sound of your voice then lightly laughed at your joke.

“Call me ‘All Ace’.” He gave you a smirk that was too reminiscent of Nicky’s.

“Okay, All Ace.” Nicky strutted into his room “It’s time for bed.”

You followed behind Nicky, “Even ball players have to sleep.”

He grabbed the ball from Giancarlo and set it on his nightstand.

Giancarlo gave you both a small pout.

You sat by his bedside and brushed his hair back from his forehead.

“You can play some more tomorrow, okay?”

He glanced at you then Nicky.

“What’s wrong?” Nicky joined you at Giancarlo’s side.

“Do you two really think I could be like Babe? Seriously?”

Nicky bit at the inside of his cheek trying to find the right words.

You cupped Giancarlo’s cheek “No,”

Giancarlo’s eyes widened at your sudden response.

“But, I think you could be like All Ace.” 

Giancarlo flashed that crooked smile of his.

“I heard he’s somethin’.” Nicky chimed in.

“And I heard that all the girls go crazy over him!” 

You pinched Giancarlo’s cheek.

“Eww!” He smiled despite his disgust.

Stella trotted into the room and plopped onto Giancarlo’s bed.

“Take it easy!” Giancarlo’s protests made you stop. He climbed under the covers and waited for you two to continue your ritual. 

You and Nicky leaned in on opposite sides and kissed his cheek.

“Sogni d’oro, cuore mio.” Nicky looked at him with a glimmer in his eyes.

You ran your hands through Giancarlo’s hair one more time “Goodnight, my beautiful boy.”

“Buona notte,” Giancarlo looked at you then Nicky “Te amo.”

Nicky cupped Giancarlo’s cheek before the two of you left his room.

The silence that had started to fill the house dissipated as you approached Giulliana’s room.

When you walked in you noticed that she was already in bed with Max Lightning on her chest. Her eyes were half shut as she drowsily sang a lullaby. You and Nicky stood far back, careful not to wake her. 

You listened to the melody and slow lyrics, “Is that …”

“It is,” Nicky smiled “the kid’s singin’ our song.”

Your eyes welled with tears as Nicky crept into the room. You blinked away tears and joined your husband by your daughter’s bedside. You lightly kissed her on the forehead.

“My gorgeous girl,” you fixed her bun which she insisted to keep, “you’ve grown up so fast already.”

“It’s only up from here, kiddo.” Nicky kissed her temple “And we’ll be there every step of the way.”

Max Lightning slowly opened their eyes to glance at those responsible for interrupting such peaceful slumber.

“And Max too.” Nicky added.

“Your dad means Max Lightning.” You giggled.

“Forgive me, toots. I’m terribly sorry.” He clutched at his heart.

He glanced at a sleeping Giulliana “It was a simple mistake and it won’t happen again.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep him in check.”

“Oh really?” He cocked a brow.

“Someone’s gotta do it.” You smirked at him.

He leaned towards you “I can’t imagine someone better.”

Your lips were an inch apart when Giulliana turned over in her sleep.

Your heads swiveled in her direction and you froze, ensuring that you wouldn’t wake her up. The two of you carefully got off of the bed then shut the light off before going to your own bedroom.

You didn’t continue where’d you left off since the day’s events were catching up to you. After doing the bare minimum for your night routine, you laid down next to Nicky and sank into his arms. 

“Y’know Giulliana said ’let’s give ‘em hell’ today?”

“I heard,” Nicky chuckled.

“Parent of the year everybody, right here!” You raised your hand with a tired smile.

“That’s right and anyone who says otherwise is gonna have hell to pay.” 

Nicky slid his hand into your hands and kissed your wrist.

“About that,” you faced him “I told Giulliana that no one can say that word now, like anyone in this house.” You grimaced.

“Alright then,” he threw his hand up “It’s settled.”

A smile replaced your worried face “Good.”

“I think you mean ‘copasketic’.” Nicky furrowed his brows at you.

“Copasketic,” you tapped your finger against your chin “hmm, let’s see, what’s that again?”

“All good, like peaches n’ cream or,” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

“Or you and me,” he continued before kissing your jaw.

You felt electricity hum throughout your body as he kissed your neck.

“Can you spell it for me?”

“Easy,” he pulled back and said confidently “I-T, it.”

“You,” you caressed his cheek and reluctantly smiled “ha ha, very funny.”

“Thank you,” he grabbed your hand then kissed your knuckles.

“I would say I’ll be here all week but I’ve got a spouse and kids to take care of.”

“You’re a busy man.” You played along.

“I am but I’ll always make time for you.” He brushed your hand across his chest.

Your mouth was agape and where there should’ve been words was just silence. In that moment, you looked at him and saw him. He was yours, forever and always. You held him by the nape of his neck and guided his lips towards yours. As your lips met over and over again, he positioned his leg inbetween yours so you could do as you please. You gasped when you’d felt his hands slip under your pajamas. His warm hands radiated on your skin. As you pressed your head deeper into the pillows, he latched onto your neck. 

“Mmm,”

Your moans ceased when you heard the pitter patter of feet. Nicky stopped himself when he’d heard the sound and flung himself back onto his side of the bed.

“Fu- sh-”

Both of you fumbled about to look normal and make the bed seem like it was so a few moments ago.

“Heyyy!” You beamed as Giulliana walked in with Max Lightning in her hand.

She rubbed her eye and yawned while proceeding towards your bed.

Nicky ran his hand through his hair to smooth it down.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well,” Giulliana stood by his side until he lifted her up onto the bed.

“I remembered we didn’t get ice cream. Remember,” she yawned “you said if we went to school we’d get ice cream?”

Nicky nodded his head, “I forgot because we were having so much fun earlier but I tell you what,”

Giulliana peeped at his nightstand while he continued.

“Tomorrow-”

“What’s that?” She ignored his previous statement.

He glanced behind him then back at her “What’s what?” 

He briefly looked at you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“That letter,” she pointed at the envelope he’d hidden under a book.

This envelope was special since it came from Rocky who made sure to send letters to the kids in uniquely designed envelopes.

“Is it from Uncle Rocky?! Can I see it? Pretty please!”

“I was gonna show you tomorrow but why not.”

He reached for the envelope and handed it to her. She set Max Lightning down by her side and climbed under the covers before opening the letter. Inside was a cute postcard and much more but Giulliana read the letter before going any further.

“Dear Giulliana, I hope you’re being good. I can’t wait to see your show soon. Here’s something for you. Love, Uncle Rocky.”

She placed the postcard down and reached into the envelope for the money. This was the sixth letter this year and Rocky always adorned each one with green.

“A TWENTY!”

“You can buy all the ice cream in the world!” You said.

“I don’t want ice cream anymore,”

“No?!” Nicky smiled in disbelief.

She shook her head.

“What do you want?”

“I want some clothes for Max Lightning!”

Nicky raised a brow, “Clothes for a cat?” 

She nodded her head “If they have clothes, maybe they’ll like bathtime better.”

He slowly nodded his head.

“We’ll go shopping this weekend then.” You bopped Max Lightning’s nose and they sneezed.

“We’re gonna go shopping Maxie!” She huddle some of the cover around the kitten and laid down between you and Nicky.

“Hey, what’s goin’ on?” Giancarlo walked in blinking away the lights that were still on in your room.

“Giulliana couldn’t sleep,” you reached out to him “wanna join us?”

He walked into the room and joined the group on the bed. His eyes widened at Rocky’s letter.

“Uncle Rocky wrote us?! Where’s my letter? Did I get one?!”

Nicky groaned “You two are bustin’ my chops”.

He reached behind him and grabbed Giancarlo’s letter.

He yanked it back at the last second “Don’t spend it all, capisce?”

“Capisce.” Giancarlo nodded then held his hand out for the letter.

“Papa, please. Per favore?”

Nicky placed the letter in his hands.

The two of you watched Giancarlo devour it. He held the postcard up to his face and skimmed over the words before reaching for the rest. 

“Whoa!” He pulled out money of course, but there was another baseball card to add to his collection. He held onto the plastic wrapped card for dear life as he ran to his room “I’ll be right back!”

“All Ace,” you sighed as you lay back.

“You think he’ll get us box office seats when he’s rich and famous?”

“Nothin but the best for the Valentino gang.”

You patted Nicky’s hand.

Stella trotted in before Giancarlo who smushed himself between you, Nicky, and Giulliana.

Once Giancarlo made himself comfortable, Stella jumped onto the bed and rested at everyone’s feet.

You and Nicky sat up and tried to kiss each other goodnight but the crowd in your bed challenged that. The two of you readjusted yourselves and tried again, this time straining until you were within each other’s reach. You pecked each other on the lips before saying goodnight.

“Could you two not smooch so loud?” Giancarlo said with his eyes shut.

“I’m sorry, darlin’.”

You kissed your fingertips then put them on Nicky’s lips. The gesture made him blush and for the only time in his life, he wished the kids weren’t in the way. 

“How’s that?” 

Giancarlo was fast asleep when you asked him about you and Nicky’s adjustment.

Although Nicky couldn’t do what he wanted, he made sure to press your hand against his cheek so you could feel the effect you had on him.

“Goodnight, amore mio.” He whispered.

You smiled at the familiar term and brushed his cheek with your thumb. 

“Goodnight, my love.”

As he drifted off to sleep, Nicky smiled to himself when he felt Giancarlo’s limbs pressed against his. He knew Giulliana was beside him, Max Lightning nearby as well as Stella, but his first and greatest treasure of all, you, within a fingertip’s reach.

~~~ A/N: The tiny 'tinos will give you a run for your money, beware.

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