monicashipsnickyjoe
he's all and he's more
Monica. Gender fluid, any pronouns. Thirties. Very American, please forgive errors. This is an Old Guard sideblog, main/destiel blog is 'thekingslover'. I track 'thekingslover'. I write fluff.
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Thank you @mostlyimmortal for commissioning this! 💜💜💜
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After a whole day of killing people and stuff
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lazing away the last summer day of the season
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joe to nicky when captured: you are my everything, you are warmth when i am cold. you are the moon when i am lost in darkness. your kiss still thrills me after a millennia. my love for you is eternal, nicolo.
nicky to joe when captured: remember when we fucked for three days straight in malta? that was awesome.
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UNDENIABLE EVIDENCE THAT JOE IS GOING TO MISS BOOKER - companion to (x)
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the old guard really gave me an immortal sapphic tragedy huh
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“You can only imagine what that would be like if you could be 1,000 years old. That creates a love relationship, but also a psychological relationship, a spiritual relationship, and emotional relationship that’s something we’ve never seen or experienced. In Greek mythology, and I especially thought of Achilles and Patroclus, they have this indescribable attachment, a huge rope that goes from Achilles’s heart to Patroclus’s heart — or, at least when reading Homer, that’s what I thought it was. Joe and Nicky, their souls are connected.”
— Marwan Kenzari
THE OLD GUARD (2020) dir. Gina Prince-Blythewood
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MEG’S VALENTINE’S COUNTDOWN | Yusuf Al Kaysani & Nicolo Di Genova
“He’s the moon when I’m lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold.”
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THE OLD GUARD
Joe & Nicky
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okay everyone after approximately 482 years my second prompt for @yusufalkaysanibingo is done!!! i hope you all enjoy it!!
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary:
And so these are the three things he knows, when he cannot be sure of anything else:
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the water is dark, and cold, and heavy.
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Five hundred years ago, Yusuf was cast into the ocean. Now he's out, but nothing is as he remembers it anymore. Not even his family.
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NICOLÒ & YUSUF - INCURABLE ROMANTICS - THE OLD GUARD (2020)
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hello everyone i am here with more lotr au. this is again partially the fault of @spacegirlsgang for a) suggesting the whole au in the first place and b) making me feel emotions about it regularly and also partially a little bit inspired by this art by @non-un-topo bc i have not been able to stop thinking about it. it is also the sort-of sequel to this
Yusuf has not exactly gotten used to battle, but he likes to think he’s gotten better at it. He’s had to. Their journey has been a dangerous one. He’s glad that now, at the end of it all, he has Nicolò with him.
By now, he is used to having Nicolò beside him in battle, there to stop the enemies that Yusuf does not see, to fell them before they even reach him. Nicolò wounds an enemy and Yusuf finishes them off. Yusuf ducks to allow Nicolò to fire an arrow over his shoulder without needing to be told. Part of him is terrified, of course - if they lose today, they will lose everything - but at least he is not alone.
Except then, Yusuf loses him.
It happens between one breath and the next. Yusuf turns to look for him, but Nicolò is not there. He is not among the bodies already on the battlefield, nor is he among the surrounding soldiers. Yusuf cannot see him anywhere.
He needs to move, and he needs to move now; lingering in any one place during battle can be deadly, and he has already been standing here too long. But he’s frozen to the spot, still searching the masses around him desperately for any sign of Nicolò. There is none, and Yusuf is terrified for him. It cannot end like this, not after everything they’d been through. This cannot be it.
An Orc charges him, forcing him to snap out of his spiral, raising its club high above its head, but is felled by an Elvish arrow between the eyes before it reaches. Yusuf whirls, searching for the arrow’s source - hoping - but it’s an elf Yusuf doesn’t recognise. Not Nicolò.
The encounter succeeds in bringing him back to the present, though. He cannot panic now, or there is a very high chance he will die. So Yusuf fights on, disoriented and terrified as he is, because he cannot do anything else. There are a few close calls - he is too used to fighting with Nicolò by his side - but he survives, and keeps scanning the horizon for a familiar silhouette.
The battle ends when the earth itself shakes apart under their feet, swallowing the enemy hordes; when the great, looming volcano on the horizon shudders and erupts. Yusuf sees Andromache in the distance astride her horse, her axe raised high in victory. Quynh is beside her, red robes standing out amid the armor of their allies, with her staff in hand. Sebastien is there, too. Nicolò is not.
But he is not among the bodies that Yusuf can see, either, and that gives him hope as he searches. Around him, people are celebrating, mourning, tending to one another’s wounds. He barely pays any of them any mind.
Just when he is beginning to lose hope, he catches sight of a familiar figure in the distance. His tunic is stained with blood, the braids Yusuf had done for him early this morning beginning to come undone, no longer as neat as they had been, but the sight of him lifts a weight from Yusuf’s chest.
“Nicolò!” he screams across the battlefield. Nicolò turns. Catches sight of him.
Yusuf is running before he can think about it, his sword falling from his hand at some point. He trips on a rock that juts out from the bloodstained ground and almost falls, but then Nicolò is there to catch him, pulling him close, his arms tight and secure around Yusuf’s back, sinking to his knees and pulling Yusuf with him, one hand sliding into Yusuf’s hair as Yusuf presses his face into Nicolò’s neck with a relieved sob. Nicolò presses his lips to Yusuf’s temple, shakily whispering “Yusuf, arimelda- elenionya ancalima- I thought you were-”
“I’m here,” Yusuf says, clinging tightly to Nicolò’s tunic. “I’m here.”
Nicolò exhales slowly and holds him tighter.
They don’t move for a while, both too relieved to do anything else. Yusuf runs his hands over Nicolò’s back, his ribs, his chest, checking for injuries - he can’t forget the sheer amount of blood he’d seen on Nicolò’s tunic. “Are you hurt?” he asks, pulling back to look at him.
“It’s not mine,” Nicolò says. “I’m okay.” He reaches up, thumb brushing Yusuf’s cheekbone. “Are you?”
Yusuf nods hurriedly. Nicolò leans in, pressing their foreheads together, and Yusuf closes his eyes.
“It’s over,” Nicolò whispers into the space between them. “We won.”
Yusuf hasn’t even begun to process that yet - the sheer relief that their battle is finally over, and that they’d survived it; the desperate hope that Nile and Lykon hadn’t been on the mountain when it erupted; the exhaustion of the long battle. There are so many things he could say.
“I love you,” he says instead of any of them. He hadn’t admitted it last night, not when there was a very real possibility that one or both of them could die the next day. Yusuf is a storyteller: he knows just as many stories that end in tragedy as those that end happily, stories where not everyone survives the final battle, where the lovers are separated by death. The odds in this battle had been stacked against them from the beginning. And yet, despite it all, here they are, alive and together at the end of the story.
It’s not the most poetic of declarations - Yusuf could do better given time to think about it - but Nicolò smiles like the sunrise anyway, and it feels like the beginning of a new story.
“I love you too,” he replies, in that simple, earnest way of his. Yusuf kisses him then, because what else is he supposed to do?
When they part, Nicolò closes his eyes and rests his head on Yusuf’s shoulder, and Yusuf makes no move to pull away. Later, they will reunite with Andromache, and Quynh, and Sebastien. Later, they will wait anxiously for any sign of Nile and Lykon. Later, they will tend to the wounded and bury the dead and try to find a way to help their world heal from this.
For now, Yusuf thinks, they can steal a few more moments.
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Rescue
ko-fi
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Fireplace and blankets
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to be with you.
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