#jacknico

your honor they’re GAY and IN LOVE i don’t make the rules

we gotta set the scene okay Anon...

Overtime. Just over a minute left. Nemo, Jack, Nico out on the ice. Jack goes down behind the net after some run in with Dubois. Whistle gets blow and a penalty is called on Dubois.

Nemo is on his way off the ice. Nico is standing watching. And you can't really see him but Dubois is standing in front of Jack who is by the boards.

Dubois think Jack exaggerated so he pushed Jack into the boards and Nico fucking pounces.

That is Nico getting ready to fucking skate. Please take note of where Nemo is.

Quicker than the broadcast booth can say "powerplay" Nico is on Dubois. Also, Nemo has made it off screen.

Nemo's back. But also, Nico is lunging at Dubois whilst being held back by another Cap. Jack is about to get in there as well.

Jack's about to skate over, but Cap #3 is pulling through so Jack needs to handle that first. Peep Marky.

Jack untangles himself from Cap #3 to try to make his way to where Nico is, just as Nemo gets there to grab Cap #3 by the collar, but Jack isn't quick enough because Jack gets re-accosted by Cap #3, whilst Nico is absolutely going through it.

Finally, finally, with the help of Nemo's amazing distracting skills, Jack is freed.

He makes his way over to Nico trying to pull Cap #2 away. Meanwhile, Nemo is on a sidequest.

And then the refs and linesmen finally do something and the scrum is over.

But, then, Nico's in the fucking penalty box, with his helmet off yelling at Dubois...

You go after Jack, I have to. You know it.

like this is the shit I've read in hrpf a million times over. like this is literally just fanfic. we are seeing fanfic live on our screens.

Nico's hair all in his face and messy. Yelling. Christ.

it's the preseason

was reminded earlier that i've wanted to make a rec list for a while so i've compiled some favorites in no particular order (though there are many more i'm sure i'm missing)! this is partly for my own archival purposes but also please read these and show the writers some love. and then come talk about nicojack with me <33333 literally any time. anyone. i’m begging

unhinged nicojack summer inc

Jack Hughes/Nico Hischier

lightning strikes just once, not twice • 50.9k words • complete • i ii iii

It isn’t late, exactly, but far enough into the evening that there isn’t much light coming through the floor to ceiling windows on the adjacent wall, the place dim enough that Jack has to fumble for the light switch so that he doesn’t trip over Nico’s haphazard assortment of shoes in the entryway. Except. When Jack does manage to get the light on, all of Nico’s shoes are gone. Jack stares down at the empty hardwood for a long time, trying to recall if there was a carpet here once, buried beneath the absurd amount of shoes Nico owns— when he really only ever wears the one pair.

“Nico?” Jack calls out, venturing further into the apartment. No response. Jack doesn’t think he was really expecting one.

Or, the one where Quinn finally joins Jack and Luke on the Devils. Too bad it’s Nico being traded the other way.

you’re breathing in my open mouth • 4.2k words • complete

"Hang on," Nico cuts in, gentle. He's always so fucking gentle with Jack. No matter how much Jack chips away at him, he's always got more love left to give, a seemingly endless supply- Jack's terrified of the day it inevitably runs dry. "I'm not easier to love than you are, Jack. Why do you think that?"

unreliable narrator, angst/anxiety, marriage proposal

i’ll be summer sun for you forever (forever winter if you go) • 157k words • complete

Nico grabs Jack’s face, shaking his head a little as if he thinks that’ll help reorganize Jack’s thoughts into something rational. “C’mon, I’m in this with you. Even when it’s hard and we go to bed angry, I’m with you.”

Or

The doctor sighs, stacking up Jack’s shoulder scans and tapping them into a neat pile on the table between them. Slowly, he shakes his head. “I can’t fix this,” he says eventually.

“You— what?” Jack asks, his voice already cracking. “But— they said there was a chance. You aren’t even going to try?”

career ending injuries, angst, hurt/comfort, nsfw

that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of • 5.3k words • complete

It starts in mid-November, just before the first fall of snow in Jersey, too many beers in Jack’s system for him to feel the chill of it whenever the bar door swings open with a soft jingle of the bells strung up above the frame. It starts with Nico dancing with a tiny pipsqueak of a girl, five foot at most, with jet black hair and piercing brown eyes. It starts with him ducking his head to hear something she says over the blaring of the country song that’s playing over the speakers, eyes going wide at whatever it is she’s just told him.

The best way for Jack to get under Nico is by getting on top of someone else.

shake like the bough of a willow tree (you do it naturally) • 4.1k words • complete

Alphas aren’t supposed to like the scent of other alphas. They definitely aren’t supposed to be drawn to it, aren’t supposed to be able to pick it out amidst a room full of people. And they absolutely are not supposed to get wet between their asscheeks with something sweeter than sweat just from another alpha patting them on the shoulder, pulling them in for a hug, giving them a dazzling smile. No, that’s what omegas do.

pwp, non-traditional abo, first time bottoming

who could ever leave me, darling? (but who could stay?) • 54.1k words • complete

JUN 21 AT 2:31AM

Nico: ur sure it’s mine?

Jack: yeah

Nico: what’re u gonna do w it?

Jack: im keeping it

one night stand, mpreg, nsfw, angst, domestic fluff, kid fic, sad wet cat jhugh, chronic over thinker nhisch

i have a feeling you got everything you wanted (and you're not wastin' time stuck here like me) • 7.4k words • complete

Quinn stares down at the email his agent sent him earlier this morning and gnaws on his bottom lip. Two options. Two ways that this could go.

Twitter was right about it in 2021 and they’re right about it now, Quinn is either going to play out the entirety of his career as a Canuck or he’s going to leave them for the Devils. For his brothers.

brotherly love, angst, the inner turmoil of choosing between family and team

no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to [him] • 117.8k words • complete

Jack’s voice is wobbling. He thinks he might start crying, actually. Can feel it bubbling up in the back of his throat, behind his eyes.

“I want everything with you,” Nico admits quietly, almost sad about it.

abo dynamics, mates, angst, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, slow burn, nsfw

address the letters to the holes in my butterfly wings • 4.3k words • complete

Jack says he’s coming back to support the team, to embody the ‘A’ on his jersey even when he can’t wear it, but Luke knows better— knows that Jack’s coming back for reasons that have nothing to do with the team.

season-ending injury, angst, brotherly love, outsider pov

i think you know what this is • 3.7k words • complete

Nico doesn’t, like, make a habit of paying attention to what his teammates have going on between their legs. He doesn’t pay attention to their bodies at all, actually. Except for Jack. He has every curve and freckle and blemish on Jack’s body committed to memory. All the way from Jack’s owlish blue eyes down to the cute little pussy tucked neatly between his creamy thighs.

pwp, nsfw

fool, i’m a fool if the shoe fits • 10.8k words • complete

“Never mind,” Jack mutters. When Nico glances over at a red light, Jack’s shoulders are back up to his ears.

Five times Nico doesn’t give Jack what he wants and one time he does.

full shift werewolves, angst, miscommunication

i know what you are; brighter than the stars • 4.6k words • complete

Jack’s always been clingy. Touchy. He loves worming his way into Nico’s personal space whenever he possibly can. Jack craves physical affection, wants it constantly, whether it’s just Nico’s arm draped around his shoulders while they’re at a bar with the boys or Jack clambering into Nico’s lap when he gets a little too drunk at a house party. He just. Wants to be touched by Nico and touching Nico in equal measure at all times. The clinginess isn’t new. The horniness, however, is.

established relationship, abo dynamics, mating cycles/in heat, pwp

some invisible string tying you to me • 32.5k words • complete

That panic comes the next morning, as Jack was sure it would, when he wakes up with a pounding migraine and Nico’s arm slung over his waist, his warm breath coming in steady puffs at the nape of Jack’s neck.

internalized homophobia, getting together, brotherly love, nsfw, angst & hurt/comfort

death by a thousand cuts • 4.7k words

my time • 4.7k words • complete

Jack smiles, easy, a hint of mischief in his eyes that makes Nico wonder if he could get away with knocking out a few teeth now that their lives are tethered together.

“Really?” He drawls coolly once he’s within earshot. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to kill him and pick out someone new to bond before this one fully sets in.”

my wine • 4.8k words • complete

It’s hard to tell how much time passes trapped inside of the dank cell half a mile beneath the palace, but it’s Jack who comes for him, days, weeks, hours later. He looks a little sheepish, hands stuffed into the pockets of his ridiculously pompous trousers, anxious and finicky as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. At least he’s forgone that hideous fur cloak that he’s always been so fond of.

dragons au, reluctant soulmates, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers

it’ll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar • 125.6k words

bdsm au, hurt/comfort, trust issues, getting together, past abuse, nsfw

sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie • 97.5k words • complete

Nico’s touch feels like electricity sizzling on his skin, thrumming through his veins and warming his entire body and Jack whines when it slips away from him. “Shh, it’s alright, baby, I’m right here,” Nico murmurs, reaching back to wrap his fingers around Jack’s wrist. His grip is firm but not painful and it’s like that last puzzle piece slotting into place. Jack’s a marionette whose strings have been cut, going boneless and pliant. “Kneel for me.”

they say looks can kill • 3.8k words • complete

Nico’s sprawled out on his back amidst the messy sheets, pillow under his hips to help make the angle good, hole stretched and wet from the twenty minutes he spent opening himself up while making Jack sit there patiently with his hands flat on his thighs, hard and leaking between his legs.

innocent • 37.3k words

mutants au, still hockey players, angst, nsfw

Who You Are Is Not What You Did (You’re Still an Innocent) • 33.7k words • complete

“You have never hurt me.” Nico cuts in, his voice hard. I will, Jack thinks, someday I will.

Jack’s love language is physical touch. It’s a shame he can’t touch anyone without hurting them.

guess you really did it this time • 3.6k words • complete

After years of listening to Jack go back and forth with himself over whether or not he really wants Nico—whether or not he thinks that he’s allowed to want Nico—Nico’s pretty sure Jack’s finally made up his mind on that front, courtesy of a little help from his mother.

I wasn't gonna post for wip week today, but @makeit-takeit and @sofrancescasocleanclean talked me into it! Blame them for this jacknico story I came up with at 5 am based on that one reddit post about pretending to be gay for college admissions!