#protective joe

[lisagarlandd]

Yusuf ( if you even looked at Nicky I’ll stomp you to death with my hooves) Al Kaysani

[missloubanner]

Maybe that happened the first time they went on a mission with Booker being "the new" (?)

[monicashipsnickyjoe]

Artists, Romantics

Now up on Ao3

“I’m talking to the most handsome man in the room,” Joe says, voice like smooth whiskey. When Nicky checks behind him, Joe laughs. “Yes, you.”

Nicky wonders briefly if Joe’s a police detective and Nicky’s been made. Maybe he should just walk right out the door and forget this job altogether.

But.

Joe is burning hot in that tuxedo, and Nicky likes to play with fire.

“I’m Nicky.”

(artist joe/art thief nicky)

[sbwriel-cymraeg]

Everyone talking about protective Nicky, whilst I'm here screaming "DID YOU SEE WHAT JOE DID TO THAT BITCH THAT SHOT NICKY IN THE FACE?!"

I'm here for protective Joe looking after his boy and messing dudes up that even look at Nicky in the wrong way. I need all the fanfics.

[lisagarlandd]

Nicky : * gets a paper cut *

Joe:

[monicashipsnickyjoe]

The bad guy of the moment and his two lackeys have their guns pointed at Joe, aiming at his chest, while bad guy #1 spouts out yet another cliched evildoer monologue, The world has wronged me, blah blah, revenge revenge.

At this point, Joe has faced the wrong end of so many gun barrels that he’s more exasperated than afraid. He’s irritated that their evening meal, that Nicky had meticulous prepared, had been ruined by this half-assed attempt to threaten them.

He wishes one of the guys would pull the trigger already, so Andy, Nile, and Nicky would retaliate. Fill them full of holes. Then they could go back to dinner. Maybe pull the corpses out of the room first.

But before he can make a move to push the bad guys into one, the love of Joe’s life steps between him and the guns.

“Nicky.” Joe grips Nicky’s arm, tries to yank him back.

Nicky pries his arm away.

Beautiful, wonderful, infuriating man. “Move, Nicky.”

“No.”

Not to be outdone, Joe steps to Nicky’s side, then takes another step in front of him, closer to the guns now than he was before.

Bad guy #1 pauses his monologue, glancing at Joe and Nicky, brow pulling together.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Joe says. “Please continue.”

“Joe.” Nicky’s hand finds Joe’s bicep.

Joe looks over his shoulder. “Don’t even think of it, love.”

But it’s too late. Once Nicky’s mind is set, he is an unwavering force. He yanks Joe backwards so hard, even having expected it, Joe stumbles. Meanwhile, Joe grabs at Nicky, catching him around the waist. They go down together.

Shots fire. Joe shields Nicky. No. Nicky pushes Joe down and shields him. No.

“They’re dead,” Andy says, and both men stop struggling. They’re side by side on the ground, Nicky’s leg around Joe’s, Joe’s arm and shoulder covering Nicky’s torso.

“Are they always like this?” Nile lowers her weapon.

Andy holsters hers. “You get used to it,” she says, humor in her voice.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Joe says to Nicky, when the others are dealing with the bodies, giving them a moment of respite. Joe and Nicky are still lying there, half-wrapped around each other.

“I don’t like you hurt,” Nicky says.

“Rather me than you,” Joe says.

“No.”

The argument is a familiar friend, one that will last several days until they agree to disagree.

For now, however, Joe jumps straight ahead to the part where he uses his mouth and tongue to stop Nicky from talking. He usually has more patience. Not today.

“You’re cheating,” Nicky says, when they break for air, though this time he is the one who closes the distance between them.

Fair is fair, it seems.