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pierremichelofavignon:

this was inspired by @linaxart’sart of joe bc i couldn’t stop thinking about it this morning. enjoy

It sounds dramatic when he says it, like he’s overexaggerating, but it’s true: Joe can’t sleep without him.

Not well, at least. He sleeps curled around a pillow, just to be holding something, but it’s not the same. Like that, he only manages a few hours at a time, and what little sleep he gets is fitful. He’s been exhausted for days. It’s like his brain recognises that there’s something missing, something that he can’t truly rest without.

Nicky had called yesterday, after almost a week of radio silence, having finally reached a place he could safely call from. Most of their conversation had been about the job, information that Joe had passed onto Andy after Nicky hung up, but Nicky had promised to be home soon. So Joe is waiting for him, having already finished his part of the job.

It shouldn’t still be this way, really. They’ve been together for 900 years. Joe shouldn’t still feel this unsteady whenever they’re apart, and yet he does. He knows Nicky’s the same way.

Joe’s in the kitchen for now, baking just to have something to do with his hands, half focused on kneading the dough and half focused on wondering what Nicky’s doing right now, if he’s finished the mission already, or if he’ll call tonight to say I’m sorry, tesoro, I need a few more days.

He gets his answer when the doorbell rings. Joe’s heart skips a beat, even as he leaves the dough on the counter and reaches for the gun on the kitchen table. Better to be safe, after all.

He doesn’t need it, in the end, because when he opens the door, Nicky is on the other side, looking just as exhausted as Joe feels. Joe sets aside his gun, his shoulders sagging with the relief of seeing him again, before pulling Nicky into the apartment and into his arms, tucking his face into the crook of Nicky’s shoulder and breathing easily for the first time in days. Nicky kicks the door shut, or at least Joe assumes he does, before his arms circle Joe’s waist to hold him just as tightly. They don’t speak, not for a long time, just stand like that without even bothering to move properly into the apartment.

“Is it done?” Joe asks, his voice muffled.

Nicky’s hand strokes along his spine. “Yes,” he replies. “Andy and Nile?”

“Said they’d be back tomorrow,” Joe says. They’ve all been apart for too long - it’ll be good to see them again. Nicky hums, and something settles back into place.

“I missed you,” he says softly. “I haven’t been able to sleep, either.”

Eventually, they part, albeit reluctantly. But they stay close: Joe finishes off the dough while Nicky sits at the kitchen table, looking half asleep. Once the dough is proving, Joe decides the rest of the world can wait for a while and offers Nicky his hand. Nicky takes it, smiling. Joe pulls him to his feet and leads him to their bedroom.

And when they lie down and Joe curls around his back, holding him tight, the last remnants of the tension Nicky had been holding disappear. Joe can’t see his face like this, but he knows he’s smiling.

They’re both asleep within seconds.

Neon!! This is so lovely. This made me think of a quote that is so JoeNicky, I’ll leave this here because it didn’t let me paste it in the tags:

“It is weird. We both know it’s weird. We both know we’re weird, we’re not like other couples our age. It’s weird that we hang out every single day, it’s weird that we’d rather just be with each other all the time. Every day we wonder when we’re going to stop feeling like this and get over our [teenage] relationship. But it never happens. We just keep on going. Because it’s good too. God, it’s so good.” —Nick & Charlie, Alice Oseman

You really nailed this energy and I love it

negotiumcrucis:

bring me the sunflower

Yusuf/Nicolò, Royal AU + Arranged Marriage, Explicit (wip)

“You look rather gloomy for a man on their wedding day, my friend.”

Yusuf does not turn around at the sound of Sébastien’s voice, but he allows his shoulders to relax for what feels like the first time in months. He hasn’t had a single moment for himself since he set foot on this cursed island, and today… today he’s supposed to marry a complete stranger in order to finally put an end to a senseless war started by angry old men when Yusuf was but a baby at his mother’s breast. He feels exhausted to his bones, and he has been trying very hard not to let it show.

“I am pleased that all parties have agreed to the treaty, of course,” Yusuf says, his voice so purposely solemn that Sébastien cracks a lopsided smile and bumps playfully against his shoulder. “I just wish there was another way.”

The death of King Ibrahim al-Kaysani and his eldest son and heir put an end to the decades-old conflict between the kingdoms of Mahdia and Genoa.

Mahdia was victorious but barely, and to secure that tenuous peace, the kingdoms of the Long Sea came together to marry King Ibrahim’s remaining living son and Regent, Yusuf, to a member of Genoa’s royal family.

The only problem is: there were no daughters available.

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Read @ AO3

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My new multi-chaptered JoeNicky is an Arranged Marriage + Royal AU and it’s a gift for my dear @lisagarlandd! <3 <3 <3

(please, mind the tags and have fun!)