They hadn’t expected to see each other again. Least of all in this place.

Jamie had considered his likely destination to be far and away south of the eternal plane of existence.

To his utter astonishment, Jim was the one to greet him as he found himself waking somewhere that resembled his childhood home in the north of England.

They didn’t stay for long. Something forced them to move on.

They’ve found an odd sort of existence now .. drifting in amongst the world they left behind. They return to the place that they both remember arriving at on occasion and receive orders from someone they can’t see.

It’s obvious that someone has chosen them for a purpose beyond mere soldiers thrown onto the battlefield.

They don’t talk about it much but they’ve both noticed that their uniforms no longer bear any signs of wear or use. Their insignia has changed as well.

And if they happen to spot shadows of giant wings spreading out across the ground in front of them as they walk amongst humanity .. well .. neither of them say anything.

And then Amanda went above and beyond the call of duty to bring you lucky folks more of our favorite boys. Snuggling in bed, no less! Let’s have a round of applause for this fabulous gal, yeah?

The first time Jamie saw Jim naked was completely by accident. He’d been wandering through the barracks in order to snag a towel from his office for the washroom. Unfortunately … it seemed a bunch of the other blokes were a few steps ahead of him because as he reached the doorway to his office there was a great BANG from across the way and the doors to the showers flew open. Out charged several of the higher-ranked officers (in nothing but towels around their waists) who were abruptly followed by Jim and Lieutenant Waverly (in nothing but starkers) in hot pursuit. Jamie stared for a moment and only realized too late that Jim had caught his eye. They stared at one another for a split second before the connection severed and Jim was off in a flash. Jamie quickly turned back to the interior of his office. ”…. fuck.”

They’re both officers. They both know how to handle themselves in battle. They are both clearly suited for a position of command, which is most likely why they spend the amounts of time together that they do. They clearly have a history, suggested by the playful banter they manage to strike up in their scenes together. And, perhaps most notably, Nicholls is the only one to address Stewart as “Jamie”. The only one. No one else seems to have that privilege.

Ask me why I ship it, and there’s your answer.

thorxpoptarts:

“What are you drawing?”

“NOTHING.”

I ship them bad and it hurts.

Click through for higher res, yo.

christ

black-nata:

_{“But that’s your name, isn’t it?”}

_{“No. No, I’m Magnus. That’s my name… I-I think.”}

_{based on this fic by brodinsons}

black-nata:

_{nicholls/stewart requested by anonymous.}

So … Amanda and I struck up a bargain. I’d write a sequel to my thing from earlier and she’d draw the tragic WWI homos.

Turns out, our brains must be wired almost identically because this popped into my inbox literally thirty seconds after I’d posted my word vomit. (I think the high-pitched noise I made was probably heard by the dog in the living room.)

black-nata:

_{AU - Captain Nicholls and Major Stewart survive the war.}

_{requested by brodinsons}