Happiest Season (2020), dir. Clea DuVall
I really can't stay Baby, it's cold outside
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Happiest Season (2020), dir. Clea DuVall
I really can't stay Baby, it's cold outside

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hi nate! 12 - Finally home after a hard day + 13 - “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.” for kaysanova please 👉👈 (dearpatroclus)
Hello Courtney~! Absolutely! @dearpatroclus (Sorry I totally forgot to actually include your username before kasjnsjadk)
Two-Part Drabbles
Joe sighs heavily when he drops their bags atop the dull green carpet of one of the endless motel rooms they’ve called ‘home’ for so long.
They do have other more permanent locations about the globe, but more often than not, it is this. Some temporary station that may or may not have running water, or heat. A dingy television that may not get all channels, if anything at all, and the uncomfortable springs of a bed with origins and body histories best not considered when so exhausted even blinking feels too monstrous. Too impossible. Too taxing.
Despite it being the 21st century, the motel has neither wifi, nor internet of any sort. The old radiator style heater is long yellow from age, and Joe eyeballs the dark brown cover of the single double bed wearily.
Still, it promised a shower, with hot water. A shower Joe is too damned exhausted to take.
Nicky’s hand is on his back, wide and steady, where Joe’s barely moved from the doorway.
“What is it?” He asks, in low Italian, though Joe knows it’s more courtesy to rouse him than anything else, “Do you just want to sleep?”
Joe tips his head back, accepting the shoulder that greets it. His ears still ring distantly from the gunshots, his head feels foggy and heavy with smoke.
“Would be no good.” As tired as he is, he knows showering at the very least is the better option, “But a quick one.”
“Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.” + joenicky (bc... i mean, c'mon)
Two-Part Drabble Game Not me tweaking this and making it historical Kaysanova of course not.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Nicolò stops up short, upsetting his horse enough that he has to soothe the animal with a gentle shushing, a stroke to the neck. At his side, on his own mount, Yusuf stares straight ahead.
Nicolò is not fooled, he knows Yusuf heard him.
“Yusuf.” Nicolò’s tone is clipped, only slightly panicked. “I could use some clarity.”
Nothing but silence meets his inquiry, Yusuf seeming to be in a daze, focused out on the road ahead with deep concentration, like Nicolò is an afterthought. Which only surges the anxiety climbing sour tendrils into his stomach.
“Please?”
Yusuf relents, gesturing South East.
“Ride with me, a little further. We’ll settle.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: The Old Guard (Movies and Comics)
Pairing: Kaysanova
Rating: Teen and Up (T)
Summary: Joe and NIcky have a special pen. With that pen comes their memories, love, and everything in between.--Basically, a soft skin writing/calligraphy fic, so to speak.
Note: Part 2 of what I’m calling the “Nothing So” series. “Nothing So Holy” was the first fic.
Kisses 5, 16 for Andromaquynh :)
From this Prompts List
5. Breathless Kiss
16. Kisses accompanied by happy tears
-But what if I make this a reunion scenario?-
“Quynh..”
She can’t speak, she can’t breathe. There’s no possibility, no singular reason as to why oxygen is more important than this. Than any of this. Than the touch of her love melting and opening beneath her. The hands grasping at her coat, sliding beyond, into her shirt, up her neck, around her cheeks, pulling and pulling, desperate, clinging.
Necessary.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Nothing So Holy
Fandom: The Old Guard
Pairing: Kaysanova
Rating: T (Teen and Up Audiences)
Summary: Moments in time. Thoughts, reflections, memories. And how they came to be.----Yusuf and Nicolò chatting by a fire.
“ “I’d swim” Nicolò said, laughing into Yusuf’s stomach where he’d somehow migrated at the time. “I thought, if I swam, the burning in my head would cease and maybe if I came back out of the water, I’d be more receptable to the suggestions passed along by my mother. “
-- “Never would have been.” Yusuf says, staring off into the flames. Where they lapped at his legs, crawling patterns up his chest, Nicolò wondered if there’d ever been anything so passionately beautiful in the world that could have existed before.
First words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your wrist + andromaquynh
Time to give the ladies some love.
Also, I am not entirely sure what language Andromache and Quynh would have spoken to one another, to begin with. But we can safely assume the words on each others wrists are not written in English.
And yes, I did set this in the Old Guard verse, so it’s sort of less AU and I guess more..The Old Guard with fanon additions? Alt timeline? Alt style? But I am using the films timeline in that Quynh precedes Lykon.
Tl’dr: The Old Guard as we know, feat soulmates. And my personal “Quynh was never in the iron maiden” AU. And Andy is still immortal. Ok there’s all the bases enough babblings!
Finding Quynh brought Andromache a peace she never thought she’d know. A comfort she believed long gone from her tireless existence, dismissed, devoid and empty as it was. Canvasing the Earth, over and over, with no end in sight.
She woke up alone. Everyday. For how long?
Counting time with the stars, and counting nights with passages of light.
Alone.
Even with war, battles, a lifetime where conflict and rage seemed to thrive and be brought upon the world by design, once there was Quynh, there was peace. At least in that the stars, the skies, no longer looked down upon her in their silent mocking.
“You are so far away.” Quynh’s serene, mildly grouchy sleep voice interrupting her thoughts. So many lifetimes passed, aside, behind them and before them. “I thought you sleeping, but your breathing is not steady enough.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Tattoo Timeless
Fandom: The Old Guard
Pairings: Andromaquynh, Kaysanova (Kaysanova is more background in this one)
Rating: M (Mature)
Summary: Andy gets a tattoo, reflects, and reunion is on the horizon.
Basically, I figured ‘hey a reunion fic makes a good New Years Eve fic, right?’