#trying to figure out what tags to use is SO STRESSFULL

[laviejaguardia]

It gets a little too much sometimes. It mounts up, a pressure under Joe’s sternum that won't let up, the world dims around him slowly, so gradually he doesn't notice it until it's too late. Especially if they've been doing back to back missions, or he's had to be away from Nicky a lot.

Nicky notices, but also knows Joe's too stubborn to recognize it. He'll insist he's fine, that it's all good, until one day he's sketching and everything he draws comes out ugly, until he tries to find one of his colourful paints and realizes he doesn't even remember where they are; it's been too long since he used them

That's when Nicky finds him standing somewhere, completely still, eyes and expression vacant but his cheeks and beard already wet with streaming tears.

Then Nicky stands close gently, so as not to startle him, and wraps one arm around his waist, pressing their sides together so Joe can tuck there. When the warmth of his body finally soaks through, Joe turns just a little and presses his face on the crook of Nicky’s neck, hiding from the world that seems so grey and harsh into the one place he knows it's always safe: his husband's arms. Then, and only then, he's able to let go.

"I hated it," Joe confesses against the warm private nestle of Nicky’s neck. Nicky can feel his lips against his skin and the wet press of his scrunched eyes. He hums and cards his hand through his curls, resting his own head over Joe's. His curls tickle his nose so he gives them a kiss. "Every second of it. They made me-" he takes a shuddering breath and pivots so he’s hugging Nicky, their fronts connecting. He tightens his hold on Nicky's back and in turn, Nicky gathers him impossible closer, something soft and broken mending inside of him as Joe rests even more of his weight on him. "I had to do awful things so they wouldn't suspect me."

"I know, hayati, I know." His soul aches for his lover. His Yusuf, so full of emotion and kindness, masking them hurts him, it borrows and festers inside of him like an infection. "But we got them all out. You got them all out." 

Joe's breath hitches with the reminder, Nicky's neck feels wetter.

"It was horrible, so horrible, Nicolò." He pushes himself off and Nicky lets him, meets his big brown reddened eyes when he looks up. The lines around them are deeper, hinting at a fraction of their real age. "How can people still do this?" He asks with a desolation that knows no bounds. "How can they- of all the options in this world- I just- how can they choose to do this, Nicolò?" He pleads, not looking for a real answer. "I'm so tired."

Nicky reels him in again, close and tight to his own body, which has felt like half a life ever since they parted. It's been so long, too long. Neither of them does well with distance. And even though they knew it was the best course of action it didn't mean they enjoyed a single second of this aspect.

"I missed you," Joe burrows further into his skin and Nicky starts to feel his soul start to settle in his body. He clutches him closer, tighter, until there isn't an ounce of air between them. If only he could split his ribcage open and tuck Joe inside, keep him sheltered from all of this world's pains, feed him only with his love and show him only the world's most beautiful things.

But then he wouldn't be his Yusuf. He wouldn't be the man who first leaps into danger, yet never does more harm than necessary. He wouldn't be the man able to find the hope in the darkest of time, the humour -jaded and dark if needed- in the direst of moments. 

"I missed Nile. And Andy. And Booker." He lets out a wet laugh that holds no humour. "I missed this," he says and squeezes him again, dutifully, Nicky squeezes him back, drops another kiss on his curls and rocks them softly back and forth. "I missed your cooking and Andy's teasing and Nile's sarcasm and Booker's opinions on cheeses. I missed my family," that last part dissolves into a sob.

"We're here, Yusuf," Nicky reminds him. "You have us."

"And those- god those girls, Nicky. They will never get to go back to their lives, not in the same way. I shouldn't be complaining."

Nicky frowns and tuts, carding his fingers more tightly in his curls.

"We've left behind our own lives more times than we can count, Yusuf. And thanks to you those girls are getting back to their homes and can start to heal. You know their families will be eternally grateful, you've given them their lives back."

Yusuf sniffles and pets his back, a long stroke from the small of his back to the curl of his shoulder blades. The feeling is so comforting in its familiarity Nicky finds himself blinking back tears. 

"I love you." Joe's lips brush his skin with the words. Nicky wonders for a second how many times has that happened by now. No matter how high the number, it'll never be enough. "So much it’s beyond words."

Nicky huffs a laugh, not dismissive but pleased. Under his hands he can feel how Joe's back has relaxed, his breathing is coming more smoothly. "That's not what you were saying a thousand years ago but okay." 

"A thousand years ago you hadn't learned to cook a stew so good it made me weep."

"Ah yes, the stew of romance," Nicky chuckles and lets Joe push away to reveal his face. "My greatest achievement. Filled our bellies and made you fall in love with me all at once." He gives him a whisper of a smile, lost in the memory.

It hadn't been of course that easy. The stew had been their first meal with meat in months and Nicky had spent more time batting Joe's hands away from the pot than stirring it. When it had been finally done Joe had been practically drooling. At the first spoonful he'd almost couldn't swallow it with the way he was groaning.

"Oh Allah be merciful. Nicolò I love you, please marry me," he'd begged over Nicky's snorting laughter.

Nicky hadn't thought much of the comment at the time, taking it for the jest between friends it had been. It was in the middle of the night, gripped with unusual insomnia despite his warm and full belly that the words had come back to him. It had made him realize how far they'd come, and how he couldn't envision his future without Yusuf in it now. 

The deeper feelings would take longer to surface, but when Joe had asked him when he'd started to suspect there could be more between them, it had been the memory of that night and that stew that had come back to Nicky as clear as the night sky. 

Now that same night sky seems to be stuck on Joe's pupils as he stares up at him. His cheeks are wet and his eyes red. He looks tired on a fundamental level that Nicky knows will take him a long time to rest and recover from. 

Nicky brings a hand to cradle his chin, thumb resting on the curve of chin. He had to keep shaved for the job and it’s been slow to grow back properly, another thing Joe doesn't like. Each glance in the mirror has been a sour reminder.

His eyes hold pleas and apologies that there's no need to utter. Nicky smiles softly at him, his chest burning with how much he loves him.

"I know, tesoro, I love you too. We'll be okay, I promise." He tips Joe's chin closer and seals his words with a soft, gentle kiss.

#a little Joe whump cause someone has been getting me in the mood #the old guard #tog #tog fic #kaysanova #joenicky #immortal husbands #joe x nicky #yusuf al-kaysani #nicolò di genova #mmine #my writing #undercover aftermath #demonicneonfishy #usernati #userlyde #nilefreemans #trying to figure out what tags to use is SO STRESSFULL

[elles-writing]

When The Worlds Collide - V

Pairing: Kili x reader

gif not mine

A/N: A new chapter!! I hope you’ll enjoy this one. I’m having a stressfull and changing times right now, I’m trying to fight with my overthinking and also trying to figure out many things and books have became my new reality, so…yeah. I’m going to be writting, but posting less, around two times or one time per week, because I want to give you good quality content around at least one thousand words.

I also could not draw, I didn’t got time for it. I’ll add the fanart later, I’m sorry about that, but I think you are going to love it. A lot.

You can send me asks all the time, I love answering them!!

I hope you guys are safe, remember, you are going to be okay at the end!!

Question of the day: Do you like C. S. Lewis‘ books as well? I personally love Narnia a lot!

Masterlist       part one        part two   part three   part four

Tags: @moony-artnstuff​  @whenputtingpentopaper​

Kili’s personality by MBTI (I was wondering about it, so I used Google) from @funkymbtifiction​ . ESFP

….

You were waiting for their reaction, when they decided to try tea with milk.

Pfff!

Both Kili and Fili grimaced.

„That’s a weird combination.“

„Wait…“ They carefully sipped again and Kili firmly shook his head. He clearly didn’t liked it, but Fili carefully sipped a bit again.

„Well,“ he said after a few moments.

„It’s not that bad.“ You looked over at Kili.

„Yeah, it’s good…“ You smirked and folded your hands on your chest.

„I can clearly see in your face that it’s everything but good.“ Kili looked down at the cup with suspicous glare.

„It’s okay, some people here dislike it, or even despise it. It’s up to everybody’s preference.“ You shrugged your shoulders.

Living with them was not the worst thing ever, though. You had to make sure everyone had a place to sleep, have enough food and introduce them to all the things in your world they didn’t had in Middle-Earth. And there was a lot of them.

The first thing, your house. The way it looked like. Then how the electricity works (which took you some googling, which was becoming a sport now, when you thought about it). How does the shower works. And a lot of other topics.

It was almost a week since they came into your life, and even if you sometimes felt flustrated, sometimes a lot, but when there was Gandalf, Balin, Bard and Bilbo, whom knew how to make sure that the dwarves (and even elves) won’t do more bad than good.

There was one dwarf in particular who was making you blush on every single opportunity he got to flirt with you, shamelessly, being cheeky and totally charming.

It was Kili, obviously.

You acted you didn’t really paid too much attention to it, but every action he did (well, aside from his cooking, that was making you feel anxious and letting him in kitchen only with somebody whom knew how to cook, which was often Bilbo or Bard) was making your stomach flip and create a bunch of butterflies flying inside your belly.

You wanted to introduce them your favourite music, but you didn’t wanted to be way too fast. They needed time to adjust and you were still trying to figure out how to send them back home.

You‘ve often dreamed about going to Middle-Earth before, obviously, but now it was a serious thing. If you’d found a way, you could maybe go with them. You didn’t wanted to leave your friends and family behind, but a simple life in a cottage with bunch of books, comfortable bed and armchairs and garden with vegetables and apple and pear trees was all you’ve been dreaming of. So peaceful and calm life, away from all the stress that took a note on your mental health from time to time…

„KILI, YOU BROKE SEVENTH CUP THIS WEEK-“ You’ve heard Fili from the kitchen and sighed. Living with them all was great, but if you wouldn’t figure out the way to get them back, you were sure you would run out of dishes you had.

You’ve decided to take a look at calendar and see what you had planned out, so you’d say you were still sick or something, because it would be a challenge to leave for like an hour to get some shopping done.

You couldn’t imagine leaving them here for eight and more hours.

You took your calendar and started flipping through it, but a thought came to you.

You looked at the date they appeared at your doorstep and in your house, and checked the moon phrase.

You froze.

It was a new moon.

You frowned and sat down to your laptop, ignoring stares you got from mostly of the dwarves and elves.

„It cannot be…“  you mumbled. Gandalf looked at you.

„What’s wrong, miss Y/N?“ You looked up at him.

„You’ve appeared here at night when was a full moon, which means new beginnings. That would make a sense.“ He sat down to you (you’ve explained them how most of things in modern world are working) and looked at the screen.

„i was probably at the same phase of moon, even if most of…“ you carefully looked over at Fili and Kili, trying out eating rice by one grain, and almost rolled your eyes.

„…most of you won’t still admit where you were and what you were doing.“ Gandalf looked at you with his “granfather“ look.

„Yeah, dwarves and elves are stubborn.“ You sadly smiled and nodded.

„That’s what they are, but I still wonder…“ you’ve heard loud ACHOOOO-! and sighed.

„Bard, get out from the kitchen!“

„That was Legolas!“

„Legolas, stop looking through the spices! You know you sneeze after the pepper!!“

„I just touched a mug!“ You deeply sighed.

„Kili, Fili, you should stop waisting the pepper, or I’m going to shave off your beards.“ You’ve heard how they choked on their rice.

„Yeah, I am being serious. I may also put some pepper to your beds sometime.“

„You wouldn’t!“ You’ve heard Kili’s voice. You smirked to yourself.

„Maybe.“

„Oh noo, Y/N, you would not!“ He dramatically announced and you shook your head.

„Wanna find out?“

„You’re evil.“ He mumbled.

„Aye, I know.“ You laughed.

You and Kili were teasing each other like this all the time. You knew he was all flirty (you never played the other two movies – they told you that the first one has turned off after five minutes, which you assumed was because electricity was turned off, and you needed to figure out how to watch the scenes where Kili was flirting with Tauriel without feeling way too jealous.), so you didn’t wanted to get your heart crushed.

But it was fun. Really fun.

#kili x reader #when the worlds collide #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit #kili

[acciocauldroncakes]

Tagged by @dorathemetamorphmagus

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke

2. Disney or Dreamworks: This is too hard but I'll go with Disney

3. Coffee or tea: none ugh (prefers cocoa over all)

4. Books or movies: both

5. Windows or mac: I'm a grandma I can't use any type of pc

6. DC or Marvel: Marvel

7. X-box or Playstation: Playstation

8. Dragon age or Mass effect: Haven't played any of em

9. Night owl or early riser: NIGHT OWL

10. Cards or chess: Cards

11. Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate

12. Vans or converse: Converse

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: I have no idea what this is??

14. Fluff or angst: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF I'm an angst-lightweight

15. Beach or forest: Beach

16. Dogs or cats: DOGS

17. Clear skies or rain: Rain

18. Cooking or eating out: Eating out

19. Spicy food or mild food: mild I'm A WHIMP

20. Halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Christmas

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: Forever a little too cold (which I already always are). I hate being hot. (Taking your answer Liv)

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be: Teleportation I’m so lazy (Same, Liv, same)

23. Animation or live action: Animation

24. Paragon or renegade: ??

25. Baths or showers: SHOWERS

26. Team cap or team ironman: I've made Cap-cosplay so I think that one's obvious

27. Fantasy or sci-fi: both

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: 

I could think of literally one so here goes:

"You don't need a thousand metaphors to figure out you shouldn't be a dick"

- Bo Burnham, From the Perspective of God

29. Youtube or netflix: Youtube

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter. Duh

31. When you feel accomplished: I tell anyone who'll listen and then start trying to accomplish new stuff it's stressfull

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars.

33. Paperback books or hardback books: Paperback always and forever

34. Horror or rom-com: Rom-com

35. TV shows or movies: Movies. 

36. Favorite animal: Elephants, Giraffes, Koala and dogs

37. Favorite genre of music: Musicals!!

38. Least favorite book: I read one called Running with Scissors and it was repulsing in all the wrong ways just don't

39. Favourite season: Autumn

40. Song that’s currently stuck in your head: See the quote- question because YEAH it's stuck forever now

41. What kind of pyjama’s do you wear: Underwear and a t-shirt

42. How many existential crisis do you have on an average day: 1 on average

43. If you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be: honestly don't know

44. Favourite theme song to a TV show: ????

45. Harry Potter movies or books: Books

46. Favorite traditional food from your family: PINNEKJØTT PINNEKJØTT PINNEKJØTT

47. Favorite decade from 1900-now: dunno

48. Worst habit? Throwing my stuff everywhere, overthinking shit, stressing over nothing

49. Teach an old person to use the internet or stay for a week with a kid stuck in the “why” phase?: Old person all day every day. 50. Who’s your favorite painter?: Gogh 51. Favourite flower?: dandilion

My question 52. Boots or sneakers?: BOOTS

I tag @askwhathasthiscometo​ s @ask-themaraudersmap and anyone else who wanna do it!

#tag thing #not hp