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peachpitandpomegranate · 34 seconds ago
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I’m making the Hozier prompt a Hades/Persephone ficlet

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peachpitandpomegranate · 32 minutes ago
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Those joe/Nicky lyric prompts are all so good! Number 8 please! ♥️

8. Oh you / And I / Safe from the world / Though the world will try // intertwined, dodie

Did I mention I’m making most of these nsfw? Are any of you surprised? no? okay. Thank you for sending this one in!

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Joe wakes slowly, in increments, sight a little blurry as his eyes open only to droop closed again shortly after. Dragging himself out from sleep, he begins to regain his senses, one by lethargic one.

The first is the feeling of sunlight sinking into his skin, pressing against his eyelids. Morning light, tempered by the clouds, making everything soft and warm and hazy. Coated in it, bathed in it, in the pastel silky threads coming in through the curtains.

They’re bare over the sheets, having only needed each other’s warmth in the night, and Joe has the rare and wonderful delight of seeing Nicky’s lovely skin lit up in sections by the morning light. One such strand cuts across Nicky’s face and though Joe can’t see it now, he can picture how his bright seafoam eyes will look once he opens them.

The next thing is the smell of Nicky’s shampoo in his nose as he breathes in, stifling a yawn into the back of Nicky’s neck. It smells crisp, like green apples, floating into his nostrils and making his heart flutter on instinct. He’d shoved his face there last night while buried deep inside Nicky, when his lover’s hair was still damp and plastered all over the place. The memory seeps into his blood like wine, making him hot and shivery all over – not pressing yet, but a simmering kind of desire that can’t help but make itself known on mornings like this.

It’s that desire, manifested in his hardness pressed up against Nicky’s backside, that allows Joe to begin to register all the places he’s pressed up against his husband. They’d gone to bed late – or rather, early – into the night, christening their first evening alone as they often do by burying themselves in each other and relishing in the miracle of their love.

Joe’s got an arm around Nicky’s waist that he uses to draw him in that little bit closer, feeling every point of contact like molten gold in his veins. One leg is pressed between Nicky’s thighs, and Joe shifts it up slightly, his toe brushing along Nicky’s ankle, intertwining their limbs together as much as he can.

He hears Nicky huff out a small sigh, content and easy, as Nicky’s hand threads through Joe’s own where it rests against Nicky’s stomach. Joe’s lips find the top knob of Nicky’s spine in a gentle kiss, and he listens for the tell-tale sound of Nicky’s arousal; the rush of breath out of Nicky’s nose, the little catch in his throat.

Joe opens his eyes and can’t help but smile, watching the tick of Nicky’s jaw as he brings their joined hands down to where Nicky is already hard for him. Just for him. Nicky’s hand lets go of his to slide up to his wrist as Joe closes his own hand around Nicky’s cock. Not to stop him or guide him, just to thumb his pulse as Joe works him over.

Another sensation; Nicky, velvet and hot in his palms, as he slides the uncircumcised skin over his head and down again, slow and steady. Nicky lets out another breath, this one tinged with the edges of a soft moan. Joe repeats the motion and shifts slightly so he can watch Nicky try, in his half-asleep state, to follow the motion and fuck up slightly into his hand.

It causes Joe’s own cock, wet at the tip, to slip and prod against Nicky’s cheeks, and Joe buries a grunt into Nicky’s neck, with a soft nip along his shoulder. He likes the feeling of Nicky’s broad shoulder in his mouth, the muscle pressing against his teeth, immovable and steady under the gentle pressure. He doesn’t apply any more strength, doesn’t want it to hurt, just wants to feel the thrum of Nicky’s body, however he can get it.

The scrape of his beard in the junction of Nicky’s neck and shoulder as he lets go causes Nicky to shiver, and Joe feels greedy and self-satisfied as the goosebumps ripple down Nicky’s spine. He does it again just as his hand tightens at the end of one stroke, right on the sensitive head of Nicky’s cock, and Nicky lets out his first noise, a breathy sound that catches and breaks in the middle from disuse.

Joe goes back to his looser movements. Nicky settles further back against Joe, letting him set the pace. It’s a good sign; that Nicky isn’t fighting him, that he’s letting go of the bone-deep instinct to take and take and take that often comes from time spent on mission.

Like this, with the air between them spiked with arousal and yet still lazy, devoid of urgency or fear, Joe allows himself to simply exist in the moment. There’s nowhere to be, no violence, no uncertainty, no one to hide from or chase after.

Just them, cocooned in that familiar embrace, loving each other back into gentleness.

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peachpitandpomegranate · 2 hours ago
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artgroves:

to all that ever mattered, to all i ever loved

words by @whoreschach & art by @artgroves

Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: The Old Guard
Warning: Creator chose not to use archive warnings, Graphic depictions of violence
Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova
Word Count: 13K+
Tags: Post trauma, returning to Malta, communication failure, trauma, coping, emotional h/c
Summary: Nicky and Joe return to their home in Malta following the events in London to recover and regroup. Joe immediately throws himself into complicated home improvement projects, which Nicky is happy to assist with and support, but he can’t help but notice that his beloved is willing to do just about anything to avoid talking about Merrick (or Andy’s mortality, or Booker’s betrayal). As Nicky tries to balance giving Joe the space he needs with managing his own feelings and needs by himself, he realizes that their home isn’t the only thing they’re going to have to work together to fix.

Uncensored art embedded in the fic / can be viewed here

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for @oldguardbigbang2021

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peachpitandpomegranate · 2 hours ago
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parkersloths:

I’ve been kinda feeling like I have an artblock so I tried doing a study of his face and got a bit carried away XD

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peachpitandpomegranate · 4 hours ago
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likedestiny:

fuckyeahisawthat:

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nicojoe:

likedestiny:

i mean im not saying primo is definitely 🏳️‍🌈

but it is an Interesting Narrative Choice to portray him as someone who knows that he will never settle down/marry/have kids of his own

and i say knows because: i think if there is one mistake he knows not to make, it’s to dangle the keys to the kingdom in front of someone, and then take them back – give someone the impression that they are going to inherit, and then disinherit them. that’s how people get shot in the face

so if he is confident enough to signal to francesco and leonardo that francesco is his successor, then he must be pretty damn sure he won’t suddenly have heirs of his own one day. and like… it’s the 70′s, it’s italy, he’s a catholic, he has hilariously good prospects and he has a very good reason to want heirs. so… why? unless he just took one look at the gettys and was like ‘haha nope’ which honestly, fair but also 🏳️‍🌈

#of course this need not mean that he is queer but whichever way u slice it he is Unorthodox#in a way that really speaks to lgbt people (x)

The thing that’s so fascinating about him is he doesn’t even really seem to make a serious effort at any of the performances of heterosexuality you might expect. He definitely could have been married with children by now, but he’s not. And like, he is not just in a world where marriage and children are a social expectation; he is part of a criminal organization that specifically relies on blood ties to continue its existence.

But also! If he wasn’t going to go the route of marriage and biological children, you might expect him to put on some kind of bachelor playboy facade; with his connections to drugs and various corners of the illicit world he could easily surround himself with the kind of people who say they “like to party.” He could make himself look…well, a lot more like the Getty men, tbh. But he doesn’t seem particularly interested in that even as an image of himself to present to the world. When we see him at the club in Rome he’s not there with an entourage; the way he shoos away that woman as soon as he’s ready to talk business with Fifty makes me think he didn’t come there with her, and tbh he really seems more interested in the coke anyway.

Like, you see this pornstachioed mofo and you totally expect him to exude a certain kind of greasy ‘70s macho heterosexuality and then he is just…so much more interesting than that.

I know the ‘Ndrangheta characters in Trust are composites and not based one-to-one on any of the real people involved, but reading this description of Saverio Mammoliti is fascinating because you can see exactly the kind of character they could have made Primo, and didn’t.

sorry to make this post EVEN LONGER but

#listen a part of it is just Fashion in the Seventies #but a Guy wearing shirts like Primo does with the golden chain necklace AND that swagger? #anywhere else (EVEN IN REAL LIFE) he would have been the Italian Stereotype of the Uncultured Swine #who slaps girl’s asses and generally Doesn’t Know how to Behave in Polite Society #not to mention an Obnoxious Nuisance whose Bad Boy Attitude solely lives around Bad Innuendos on how well he’d fuck you #Primo… doesn’t do any of that (except when he compares Leonardo’s Lack of Criminal Vision to Lack of Sex Creativity) - @regina-del-cielo

one of the absolute funniest things to me (and a great detail) is that when he does insult Leo’s sexual prowess with “tiny, tiny, tiny - your poor wife”… in a typical script, if he were a typical chauvinist ‘villain’ from the 70s, you would expect there to then follow a comment about how she needs a real man (by implication, Primo) to fuck her better – but instead he frames the insult in a way that puts himself?? in Regina’s shoes??? by imagining what it’s like to be fucked by Leo??? anyway Primo may like to think he’s mysterious but he’s not that great at being subtle actually

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peachpitandpomegranate · 4 hours ago
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shitty-old-guard-deaths:

shitty-old-guard-deaths:

hesnotmy:

people who elbow when they start losing don’t get to sit on the couch

(Nicky; 2031; Wales; Cause of Death: smashed, bro)


[ID: Fanart of Nicky and Andy sitting on chairs, video game controllers in their hands with looks of concentration on their faces. Nile and Joe are sitting on a couch beside them, also with video game controllers, both smiling. END ID]

#nicky: elbows Andy at a crucial moment and wins#also nicky:falls out a window attempting to escape Andy’s wrath ( @hesnotmy i’m CACKLING)

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peachpitandpomegranate · 5 hours ago
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eternalpearls:

{part one - part two}

after joe finds the portrait, some things begin to slowly change.

nicky notices joe starts to talk to him more often - and that is, by far, his favorite change. hearing joe speak about anything at all has been the highlight of nicky’s day for the past six thousand years, and though he is not even close to his old enthusiasm for life, it makes nicky smile whenever joe tells him about something he has remembered.

joe also begins to spend more time with him, his quiet presence a balm to nicky’s weary soul. he goes back to cooking as nicky washes the dishes, and whenever their hands brush accidentally, joe gasps and flushes, brown eyes wide as saucers. 

it gives nicky a sliver of hope.

then the dreams start and nicky can’t sleep anymore.

touch me,” he hears it one night as he walks past joe’s room, his voice low and pleading. “don’t let me fall, nicolò.”

i got you, my life. i got you.

nicky goes back to their (his) room just as joe wakes up with a gasp, sweat dripping down his forehead as his hands clasp the sheets firmly, his chest heaving.

his lips still sting where nicky had kissed him.

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joe never talks about the dreams and nicky never asks, although he catches joe stealing glances at him when he pretends not to see it more often than not these days. it’s like being back almost six thousand years in time, dancing around their unspoken feelings for each other until it became unbearable, absolutely undeniable.

nicky waits, heart beating out of tempo, wondering if he knows.

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they’re tending to the garden on the morning of day two thousand and forty-three since the incident, the mediterranean sun’s warmth pleasing on their exposed backs, when joe suddenly mutters, “it’s nice here in malta. it feels–,” he pauses, gentle hands repotting a crown daisy with skill. “it feels like home.

nicky nods, not daring to look at his face. “and it is,” he grimaces inwardly, trimming the overgrown shrubbery just to keep his hands occupied. “it used to be, before all of this.”

i know,” joe sighs, staring down at his hands. nicky follows his gaze, aching to touch him. “i keep seeing us here, your arms around my waist and your lips on my neck, whispering the softest words i have ever heard.” their eyes meet at the same time and it takes every ounce of nicky’s self-control not to pull him into a kiss. “it’s like every corner of this house has a memory of us.”

“we’ve had this house for the past four thousand years, give or take,” nicky points back at said house, green eyes filling up with tears. “it was meant to be our secret haven though it never really was - andy, booker and nile always came by to visit, and that was the way we liked it. we watched every sunset together whenever we were here, and i used to tell you you were so much more breathtaking than any wonder of the world, and that made you laugh and laugh,” nicky shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek. “i’m sorry for dumping all of this on you, joe.”

“i laughed because there is nothing here, literally nothing i would rather watch forever other than you,” nicky nearly gasps when joe’s hand touches his tentatively, slender fingers brushing his. “i don’t remember what it was like to love you then but i long to find out now, if you still want me.”

if i still want you… 

nicky stares at him openly, intertwining their fingers together firmly, heart racing when he hears joe’s quiet sigh of relief. there’s a smudge of dirt on his left cheek, a drop of sweat makes its way down his chest and his long eyelashes flutter as joe waits eagerly for his answer.

“i’ve never stopped wanting you, joe, and i never will,” nicky wipes the dirt off his cheek as they both lean forward, slowly closing the gap between them. “can i kiss you now?”

joe’s grin ignites nicky’s whole body. “thought you would never ask.”

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peachpitandpomegranate · 13 hours ago
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peachpitandpomegranate:

3 of you picked the Hozier lyric ahsjjdg can’t say I’m surprised

3 of you also picked Mitski I’m dying

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peachpitandpomegranate · 13 hours ago
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peachpitandpomegranate:

Send me a Joe/Nicky prompt: (more) song lyrics

1. I’ll take the pain with the glory / I’ll let the love just fill me up // how true is your love, hannah grace

2. Are we laughing at the danger? / Are we dancing after death, you and I? // dancing after death, matt maeson

3. As the sun waits to eclipse / And the taste teases my lips / I’m too tired to wrestle with it / Will we burn, or will we repent? // dancing after death, matt maeson (this was too good to not also include)

4. Each day, you’d rise with me / Know that I would gladly be / The Icarus to your certainty / Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight // sunlight, hozier (obligatory hozier also tuisku was correct it is the quintessential Nicky song)

5. Time, mystical time / Cuttin’ me open, then healin’ me fine // invisible string, taylor swift

6. ‘Cause I’m lovesick / And I ain’t even ashamed / And I’m hard up, for some time in your sheets // lovesick, BANKS

7. And I know I’ve kissed you before, but / I didn’t do it right / Can I try again, try again, try again // pink in the night, mitski 

8. Oh you / And I / Safe from the world / Though the world will try // intertwined, dodie

9. There you go again turning golden / Right there in front of me / I can’t even seem to fight it / You’re always going gold again for me // golden (acoustic) becca mancari

10. I’m halfway gone, sleepless I’m battle-worn / You’re all I want, so bring me the dawn // need the sun to break, james bay

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peachpitandpomegranate · 16 hours ago
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3 of you picked the Hozier lyric ahsjjdg can’t say I’m surprised

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peachpitandpomegranate · 17 hours ago
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nickysmith-md:

yeah i’m sure that won’t cause any problems in the future

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peachpitandpomegranate · 18 hours ago
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hawkaye:

LUCA MARINELLI as Primo in Trust (2018)

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peachpitandpomegranate · 19 hours ago
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toneelspeelster:

a song of achilles, by madeline miller. 

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peachpitandpomegranate · 19 hours ago
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peachpitandpomegranate:

Send me a Joe/Nicky prompt: (more) song lyrics

1. I’ll take the pain with the glory / I’ll let the love just fill me up // how true is your love, hannah grace

2. Are we laughing at the danger? / Are we dancing after death, you and I? // dancing after death, matt maeson

3. As the sun waits to eclipse / And the taste teases my lips / I’m too tired to wrestle with it / Will we burn, or will we repent? // dancing after death, matt maeson (this was too good to not also include)

4. Each day, you’d rise with me / Know that I would gladly be / The Icarus to your certainty / Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight // sunlight, hozier (obligatory hozier also tuisku was correct it is the quintessential Nicky song)

5. Time, mystical time / Cuttin’ me open, then healin’ me fine // invisible string, taylor swift

6. ‘Cause I’m lovesick / And I ain’t even ashamed / And I’m hard up, for some time in your sheets // lovesick, BANKS

7. And I know I’ve kissed you before, but / I didn’t do it right / Can I try again, try again, try again // pink in the night, mitski 

8. Oh you / And I / Safe from the world / Though the world will try // intertwined, dodie

9. There you go again turning golden / Right there in front of me / I can’t even seem to fight it / You’re always going gold again for me // golden (acoustic) becca mancari

10. I’m halfway gone, sleepless I’m battle-worn / You’re all I want, so bring me the dawn // need the sun to break, james bay

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peachpitandpomegranate · 19 hours ago
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thirst-teenth:

The entire immortal family, even Lykon from his grave: Andy, please just gO TO THE HOSPITAL

Andy: Who’s stab wound is this? Is it our stab wound?? stay out of it

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peachpitandpomegranate · 22 hours ago
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reiser-f:

Doodling for my new obsession

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peachpitandpomegranate · 22 hours ago
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almondrice:

understanding poetry is very simple. poems are good when they make you sit on your kitchen floor and scream

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peachpitandpomegranate · 22 hours ago
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eurythmix:

waynedrake:

Montenegro, 1916. She saved a family of refugees whose daughter would discover the technique for the early detection of diabetes. This one… her grandson would save 317 people from the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia. This man prevented an accidental nuclear exchange in 1978 and likely saved humanity as a result. The famous and the unknown names. She saves a life, two, three generations later, we reap the benefits. […] This is only what I’ve found going back the last 150 years or so. When you think about how old you are, the good you’ve done for humanity becomes exponential.

#the difference in all their reactions is fascinating!!!!#ESPECIALLY the way joe looks genuinely shocked and surprised like we know one of the first things he said to nile was#that he could never be sure if he was doing the Right thing at the time he was doing it#and now seeing that even in times where he regretted what they did that he still saved lives and did some good!!! and hes shocked!!#that their legacy IS good!!!!!#and that vs nickys reaction!!! that hes having something confirmed that he always knew that they’re all destined to stay with each other#and its such a small reaction#ughhhhhhh#the way this revelation unmoores joe vs how it grounds nicky is so INCHRESTING LUV (via @espooky)

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peachpitandpomegranate · 22 hours ago
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The difference in Joe and Nickys reaction to Copley's wall is so interesting honestly- the way Joe ,who we know worries that they're on the right side, is obviously stunned and a little overwhelmed by what he sees, that even in the years and conflicts he regrets he sees that they were still saving lives and doing good, that there wasn't a final judgement on his actions in the time he took them vs Nickys stoic reaction, that he's taking it as a confirmation of what he already knows and looks almost bolstered by the revelation, that it's almost a permission for him to continue. Idk it's just really fascinating to me, there was some brilliant characterization in that moment

yeah there was some GREAT acting there, like nicky’s little ghost of a smile and joe’s much more raw expression — i’ve spent more time than i care to admit staring at gifs of joe in that moment and i’m still not 100% positive what he’s feeling (but i know he’s feeling it DEEPLY)

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