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Fandom: The Old Guard (Movies 2020 2025)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Original Male Character(s), Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova
Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Unrequited Crush, Voyeurism, Wet Dream, Threesome - M/M/M, dream threesome, it’s all imagined joe and nicky don’t actually do that, Persia, Smut
Summary:
To love and lose is to grow up. To witness the great love of others is to be struck down. Ramin learns this all of a sudden in his eighteenth year.
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Genuinely do not know what this is. Just take it, lol.
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Chapters: 5/8
Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova
Characters: Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Booker | Sebastien le Livre, Andy | Andromache of Scythia
Additional Tags: Smut, Anal Sex, Historical References, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rainbow flag, Canon-Typical Violence, Nazis, World War I, Hurt/Comfort, Surgery, Imprisonment, Darkness, Hallucinations, Starvation, Whump
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CHAPTER FIVE - GREEN: NATURE
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Sorry this took so long, I’ve been… struggling. Have a chapter.
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The Full Scale Of The Talking Problem - Safaia - The Old Guard (Movies 2020 2025) [Archive of Our Own]
We’re not going to talk about how long I’ve had this idea bouncing around in my head because it’s a bit pathetic. This was supposed to be a short one-shot, and it turned into a long one-shot. You’re all surprised. This takes place directly after the previous fic, and you do need to read it to more or less understand what is going on. This is also not, in any way, canon compliant with the second movie. I really, really did not like the second film, but my previous fic was already not compliant with it because of how I brought Quyhn and Booker back. The way they tried to explain the abilities was not something I needed or wanted to explore.
It doesn’t matter how old you are; one of the most human traits is how difficult some conversations are to have. There have been many massive changes for the immortals, and this is a time when they’ll have to use their words, not their weapons.
[6 difficult conversations The Old Guard were avoiding and 1 that required no words at all]
Alternate Link: Dreamwidth
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Yusuf al-Kaysani and Nicolò di Genova (Figure Out How To Begin Again)
Josef has not gone more than a week without Nicolas since the first day that they killed each other, and even that week was because of an incident with a storm and a boat separating them.
This time around, Josef thinks that he will only spend a few months, maybe a year at most away from Nicolas. Whatever Nicolas needs to do as he wishes and then contact him again, through letters or their safehouses. Josef can be patient, after all; Nicolas deserves time to explore the parts of himself that he had never considered before.
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They do not see each other for twenty years.
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They meet again on the battlefield.
Nicolas is not Nicolas anymore. Josef is not Josef.
When Andy- because she herself is Andy now, not Andromache- summons them for the next mission that both of them are needed for, they meet as Nicky and Joe.
They are not the same men anymore- though, by the their very nature, they are more the same than they have ever been.
Nicky has shadows under his eyes. Joe is sure that his are not much better.
There is nothing that Joe wishes for more than to kiss the shadows from under Nicky’s eyes.
-aletterinthenameofsanity, put up my name in the sacred game (twenty long years ago)
Written for Day 24 of @monthlywritingchallenges’ Reset January: Beginning again.
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Ball and Chain Chapter 35 (END) - Lisea18 - AO3
Title : Ball and Chain
Author : Lisea18 (me)
Rating : E
Pairing : Yusuf / Nicolò; Joe / Nicky
Summary:
Today, Yusuf is getting married. Today, Yusuf is going to be mated for life. It’s what he always dreamed of… well… almost.
Art by the lovely Grimm18 ( @stop-all-the-clocks ) (go give them some love 💖)
Tags : Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova; Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani ; Nicky | Nicolò di Genova ; Alternate Universe ; Alternate Universe - No Powers ; Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics ; Omega Verse ; slowish burn ; Top Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani ; Bottom Nicky | Nicolò di Genova ; Arranged Marriage ; Alpha Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani ; Omega Nicky | Nicolò di Genova ; Virgin Nicky | Nicolò di Genova ; Threats of Rape/Non-Con ; but no actual rape ; Attempted Rape/Non-Con ; (not by Yusuf) ; Penetrative Sex ; Anal Sex ; Scenting ; Nesting ; Knotting ; Mating Cycles/In Heat ; Rutting ; Verbal Abuse ; Breeding ; (but not to make children lol) ; Light Bondage ; (arms tied that’s all lol) ; Other Additional Tags to Be Added; if necessary I think I put everything planned that “needs” a tag; slowish burn, slight dubious consent, forced heat
If you enjoy the story, do let me know with a comment 😘
Reblogs are appreciated
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Last chapter :) This fic is now completed !
Thanks a LOT to my beta and to cookiemom for their help ❤️
Thanks to all the people who kept me going with this :) And to all the lovely readers who left comments!
I hope you like the end :)
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It feels impossible, Joe thinks, to contain the maelstrom of feeling inside him. Quynh’s return is a miracle he did not hope for—could not, lest it eat him alive the way that it ate at Andromache for so many years. That Quynh is no longer lost to them, that she breathes free air, these are gifts beyond his capacity for language. That she has forgiven them …
He pushes open the door to the bedroom of the safe house where they’ve retreated for rest. Flipping on the light, he manages two more steps before he slowly, inexorably, sinks to the floor.
“Yusuf,” says Nicky softly, crouching down beside him He places a warm hand against Joe’s back as Joe bends to press his forehead to the rug. Joe has no belief to animate his practice, but the attitude of prayer feels the only way to allow the gratitude and wonder he feels spill out of him, to give him room to breathe. It takes effort to will the working of his lungs, and he drags in a breath, slowly straightens his back and looks at Nicky. There is such a depth of kindness written on his face.
“We have seen the improbable time and time again,” says Nicky.
“But this …” Joe offers.
“Yes.” Nicky sitting and crossing his legs. He leans to kiss Joe’s forehead. “I cannot speak of such love easily,” he admits.
“I am happy,” Joe says, shaking his head. “This joy is …” He gestures to his chest, to his heart.
“Astonishing,” Nicky agrees. He scrubs his hands over his face. “I did not know there was grace enough in the world for this.”
Joe leans in and presses his forehead to Nicky’s shoulder. “We must sleep,” he whispers as Nicky’s arms come around him. “We must sleep so that we will know by morning if this is a dream.”
Nicky hugs him tightly, kisses his head. “We cannot both share the same imaginary,” he murmurs, practical, reassuring. “That we are both here is proof enough.”
Joe pulls back to look at him, to touch him. “My love,” he whispers. “I marvel at all of it.”
Nicky’s expression softens, and he kisses Joe sweetly before he stands to pull Joe up too. They wobble, but Joe grasps Nicky’s hand to steady them, and they hold each other’s gaze in relief, in happiness, in something like awe.
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After so many nights of sleeping rough out in the cold, the barn is heavenly.
The hay prickles the skin of Joe’s arms and neck, but it’s blissfully dry and makes a perfect barrier against the hard ground. He may have fallen asleep a little too fast.
He startles awake hours later with the sun peeking through the roof boards, slowly and still dazed from half a dream, to meet the barrel of a shotgun pointed directly at his face.
On the other end of the gun, there’s the most beautiful creature Joe has ever laid his eyes on.
Alpha Joe is a cowboy down on his luck. Then Destiny brings Nicky into his life. With a gun.
An omegaverse cowboys AU.
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don’t tell me that part of the story
moodboard by @pochiperpe90
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Joe dreamed, and the dream was built from impossibility. He saw Nicky, impeccably dressed, a tailored suit with trousers that fell perfectly to his polished shoes, standing in an office with the city far below. He recognized his love from the physical shape of him, but not from the way he raised his voice or looked at others with disdain, could not fathom why Nicky would address others with such profound contempt.
He saw himself, a wrapped canvas beneath his arm, navigating the city’s streets with a cheerful scarf wrapped warmly around his neck. He saw Nicky leave the imposing building that perhaps he owned, saw the collision seconds before it happened–the tearing of paper, the splintering of wood, the rending of his art. Nicky dusted himself off and looked at Joe with pity, threw a $20 bill at his feet and walked away.
Joe woke with a start, sat up, and clasped a hand over his rabbiting heart.
“What is it?” Nicky asked in a sleepy murmur at his side.
“A dream,” Joe said, fumbling to find Nicky’ s hand and squeeze it. “I can’t fathom why I …”
Nicky tugged at his arm and pulled him back down into the warm nest of their blankets and sheets. “Tell me,” he said softly, and Joe poured out his tale, confused and shaken, still gripped by a quiet but steady fear.
“My love,” Nicky said, cupping Joe’s jaw in one hand. “You cannot lose me. Not to avarice or money or dying to who you know me be to be.”
Hot tears stung Joe’s eyes, the steady fear given a name, and he pushed into Nicky’s arms, wrapped his own around him tightly. “It was a nightmare,” he said, more used to phantoms of pain and suffering than this particular flight of his mind.
“It was,” Nicky whispered, kissing his forehead once, twice. “You cannot lose me. I promise this.”
And Joe closed his eyes and felt the warm press of Nicky’s body, the chase of his breath and the scent of his skin. He pushed away the dream and the abstractions of his heart, and splayed his fingers wide against Nicky’s back, as if to gather him in.
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Reinterpretation
I liked drawing this comic panel in my style and based on the characters from the movie.
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There was a time, Nicolo knows, when the turning of the seasons was the ordinary marking of time to him; the way he knew which clothes to wear and which holy days to mark, how far they might be from the harvest and how long til winter’s bite. Then came immortality, and time marched on without any imprint upon his body, each season marking the extraordinary only upon his soul.
He cannot remember when the cycles became a tumult, when the speed at which time shifted accelerated, or how soon the places he and Yusuf traveled offered new definitions of ‘a year’. It is a blur to him now, a cavalcade of festivals and quiet moments, of temples and river banks and dry, desert heat. He celebrated rain and began anew when the cherry blossoms faded, until the mechanisms of rededication became so many he couldn’t keep up. He thinks of those years like a night spent in drink–glorious in the moment, responsible for later aches.
It was the pocket watch that pulled them from the blur into something sharper and more brittle; a timepiece that made the cyclical rituals fade beneath the ticking of the clock. There is, he thinks, much that was lost in the division of time and the joining of nations; some things were gained, too, like the ritual of this new year.
They stand in the tiny courtyard of their home in Malta, Nicky looking at the darkened ocean, Joe at the stars. They carry a glass of champagne apiece, and when churches mark the stroke of midnight they look toward each other, and drink, and kiss.
“A new beginning,” Joe murmurs against Nicky’s lips, pulling him close despite the remaining champagne in his glass. And in Joe’s kiss is the breadth of centuries and the pin-point precision of the satellites soaring above.
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Happy New Year! 🥂
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Week 8
Dec 25-31
Setting
Artist AU
Bodyguards
Flower Shop
Soulmate AU
Wedding
Werewolves/Vampires
Spies
Main course
Domesticity
Mad Scientist
Mutual Pining
Outsider POV
Snowed In
Sparring
Comfort Sex
Spices
Breeding/Impregnation
Edging
Frottage
Hair Pulling
Intercrural
Mirror Sex
Temporary/Permanent Marks
Blindfolds
Shotgunning
Toys
Rimming
Hunter/Prey
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“Jolabokaflod!” cries Joe, bursting in the front door of the small house in which he and Nicky are lying low. He has a cheerful red scarf wrapped around his neck and his hair is dusted with snow. There’s a package wrapped in brown paper in his hand.
“What have you done?” Nicky asks dryly from his seat by the fire.
Joe closes the door and stamps the snow off his boots. The look on his face is pure mischief. “Nothing,” Joe says cheerfully, shrugging out of his coat and hanging it on a peg. “Nothing particularly wicked, anyway.”
This isn’t perhaps as reassuring as Joe thinks. “Should I be armed?” Nicky asks.
“Psh,” Joe says, ambling across the room to sit across from Nicky. “How many knives do you have on your person right now?”
“Six.”
“And your special knife.”
“Yes.”
“So, seven.”
Nicky wiggles a hand. “Eh.”
Joe laughs softly, and offers Nicky the parcel he’s still holding. “For you.”
Nicky takes the package and slides his fingers under the string tied expertly around it. “What’s the occasion?”
“Jolabokaflod!” Joe crows. “The Icelandic tradition of exchanging books on December 24th.” He waggles his eyebrows. “We get to read all day.”
Nicky pulls the paper away from his book and finds a new book about Circe. “Sorcery,” he says, delighted. “Extremely festive.”
Joe slumps back in his chair, happiness written across his face. “I knew you would like it.”
Nicky slides his hand down beside his chair and pulls out a package wrapped in paper depicting dinosaurs in Santa hats. “And for you.”
“You jolabokaflodded me?” Joe asks.
Nicky closes one eye at the verb, but nods as Joe takes the package.
Joe rips the paper open. “Three Bags Full, A Sheep Detective!” he says with wonder. “SHEEP who solve crime?”
Nicky smiles at him. “Sadly there were no goat detectives to be hand.”
Joe nods solemnly. “I do like a good goat,” he agrees. He looks over at Nicky eyes twinkling. “I’ll make tea. And – “
“—we’ll go back to bed,” Nicky finishes, causing Joe to clap his hands once in affirmation. He stands, leans in and kisses Nicky’s forehead. “Happy book day, my love,” he whispers.
Nicky tilts his head back to steal a proper kiss.
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Week 7
Dec 18-24
Setting
Dark Academia
Priest AU
Prison
Robots & Androids
Time Travel
Fairytales
Holidays
Main course
Lovers to Enemies
First Date
Slow Burn
Cooking/Baking
Pining
Gifts
Meet-Ugly
Spices
Dom/Sub
Handcuffs
Object Insertion
Threesome
Bloodplay
Double Penetration
Glory Hole
Fisting
Sex Pollen
Spreader Bar
Hatefucking
Cum Play