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fereldenturnip · 3 years

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But Don’t You Ever Let Me Go

Primo Nizzuto/Majid Zamari Sugar Daddy Fic

Part 1 / ?

(Part 2)

Dedicated to @ournextdoorneighbor

Signor Don Primo Nizzuto is a man of great talent and grave importance.

The man singlehandedly brought the entirety of Southern Italy under his thumb before the age of thirty. Towns simultaneously hail Primo a hero, then quake at his passing shadow. He has only known Primo for all of three days and here he is, under the warm Mediterranean sun, offering Majid his own vineyard with a bat of his eyes. As if he has several already and gifting them away to strangers is just another Tuesday.

They loop around the hilly fields, dallying through rows of burgeoning grape plants. Primo, his personal tour guide, comes to a halt in front of one particular bush. In the shade, his fingers trail along gnarled branches and pluck a ripe, dark fruit off the vine. He presents it to Majid with a smile, and he feels a lot like Persephone eating the pomegranate.

Twenty-four year old Majid Zamari is no man’s fool, and he knows power and danger when he sees it.

Majid has done this same song and dance before. It nearly got him killed. After a three-month stint rebuilding his broken body, Majid left the hospital and fled from the cold-grey gloom of the Netherlands. He made a new home in Rome, learned the language, got a real job, and swore to himself he’d never fall for the same tricks again.

Somewhere in his early to mid-fifties, Primo exudes a predatory aura that’s tempered with genuine interest. He tugs another fruit and gleefully tosses it in the air to catch in his mouth. Easy on the eyes, his floppy hair is streaked with grey, as is the manicured goatee on his square face. The colour of his eyes oscillate between green, blue, and grey depending on his mood. Green like a care-free spring day. Grey like hardened steel set to strike. Majid sees green directed at him more often than not.

Coming under Primo’s radar was a fluke. Shaking the man’s hand and spending time with him was, honest-to-God, not Majid’s original intention. But Primo is no Hakan. He doesn't hide behind a fatherly veneer and withhold his affection when disappointed. Charming though he may be, Primo’s brand of violence is centre stage for all to see and Majid to marvel at.

While Majid can appreciate that honest, no-strings-attached personality, he's weary nonetheless. One burn is more than enough to keep his hands from the flames.

They amble back up to the villa, the tall cypress trees casting long shadows--it’s getting late and there’s still the long drive back to Rome to look forward to. Majid digs his hands into his jean pockets, suddenly regretting not snagging his jacket on the way out. Primo leads them up the patio staircase with the terrace overlooking his domain.

“I was serious,” Primo chuffs, “It’ll be easy transferring the deed into your name.”

Majid shrugs, scratching his head. He’s been thinking about growing his hair out again, really embracing the change. It’s so easy to imagine himself standing here, hair long and casual, barefooted and sipping coffee. Every morning a true treat, a real dream come true…

…If he deserved it.

"Thank you, Signor Nizzuto, but I'm afraid vineyards are rather useless to a Muslim." Liar, he thinks, you're a good Muslim like Primo Nizzuto is a good Catholic. Just two wolves in sheeps' clothing. All they’re good for is blood and violence.

Primo leans back on his elbows over the railing, the gorgeous Italian countryside a stunning backdrop. His salt-and-pepper hair is haloed by gold fields, green trees, and blue skies. The man squints, surely thinking something devious, then brooms it all away to smirk at Majid.

"Alright, I understand," Primo says magnanimously. Majid doesn’t sigh in relief. "My driver can deliver you back to your flat, unless I can't... tempt you further?" A piercing, heated look. Although Majid is taller than him, he nevertheless feels small under the Don’s keen gaze. He braces himself and, oh Primo could certainly try, but at what cost?

Majid shakes his head. The man stands and brushes his bespoke suit clean, spotless and breathtaking as the day he met him underneath the arches of the Basilica of Santa Maria in Trastevere. Fortuitous fortune or catastrophic calamity? The jury is still out on that one. Majid’s hesitancy is just due-diligence.

"Until next time," Primo tips his head and saunters away, only to return with a lascivious quip, “and please, call me Primo.”

Heels click, fading away on Tuscan marble. Majid’s lips thin. Of course there'll be a next time. Sharks can't stay away once they've sniffed blood in the water.

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What Primo wants, Primo gets.

Through any means necessary, even fire and blood. Satisfaction is not a delayed gratification when you own half a country.

Thirty years. That’s how long it’s taken to build his mighty empire, and he sits high and mighty on his throne. Some would say it's assembled from the skulls of his enemies, innocent and evil. Primo scoffs at such triteness. He's earned his place at the top of the food chain, fair and square.

So when a sweet thing like Majid comes along, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Primo wants. He wants all of him, and not the ‘naïve foreigner’ façade Majid’s keen on exuding to the rest of the world.

Those sombre eyes of his are exquisite, wrought with pain and suffering that peaks Primo’s insatiable curiosity. Just what exactly is the boy hiding behind those inky depths? Still waters run deep. The young man may have fooled everyone else (possibly even himself), but Primo’s been playing this game longer than Majid’s been alive. He can sense the violence, can feel the feral nature buzzing beneath that supple young skin of his (and what an attractive thing he is to behold).

There lies an entirely different person and Primo chomps at the bit to meet him. Primo wants to electrify him, make the blood in his veins sing, wind him up and watch him go because he can already picture just how beautiful Majid would look bathed in sweat, come, and blood.

So, when Majid denies him, Primo should feel frustrated. He should demand and take, break him over a hard surface until he's howling for release, as is his due as King Shit on the Mountain.

He, in fact, does the opposite. He walks away. See? An old dog can learn new tricks.

Majid is a welcome challenge. One Primo never knew he missed until he left him standing by his lonesome on an open terrace. For the first time in his long life, Primo thrills for The Hunt. He'll have Majid. One day.

Patience is a virtue, Nizzuto. Majid will come begging, and then he'll beg to come.

#my fic #trust fx #wolf 2013 #primo x majid #primo/majid #primo nizzuto #majid zamari #TOG cast #ppl wanted fluff and I apologize in advance #I don't write Primo fluffy lol #the shit Neighbor and I get up to in the discord server #disclaimer: this fic comes from a devout Hannigram shipper

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maghrib-genova · 3 years

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Coming soon!

MEGA CROSSOVER AU

A series about four generations of Marwan's and Luca's characters marrying one another and have more Marwans and Lucas as their children.

Here a sneak a peek to the family tree with all the characters in the story by @mother-of-hedgehogs

Poster by @scarlet-welly-boots

Cc: @bluswords

Stay tune!

Our own story will come out soon for this AU but ⚠️ if you were inspired to write/draw/make anything for the pairings that we created in this mega crossover AU story, we hope you could credit us and let us know about it. Thank you.

#immortal husbands #the old guard #joe x nicky #kaysanova #crossover AU #pierre x roberta #majid x fabio #Ashraf x martin #emre x mickey #jafar x primo #daan x paolo #idris x lui #zakaria x fabrizio #beyond time series

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loflight501 · 2 years

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How it works: Send me an ask with a number below and I'll send you the corresponding trick or treat. I'll cross out the couples until everything is posted. Some of these ficlets might get full-length fics depending on what ya'll like!

Nextdoor Omegaverse

Rico/Primo

Pierre/Primo

Roberta/Majid

Ettore/Jafar NSFW

Malik/Guido

Daan/Paolo

Rico/Martin Eden

Majid/Paolo

Jafar/Cesare Mild NSFW

Happy Halloween!!!

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yusufs-stew-of-romance · 2 years

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In order to get everyone excited about the upcoming Kenzarelli: Into the Multiverse event, let’s play a game. If you are tagged, answer the questions and then tag 5 more people. Don’t forget to follow @kenzarelli-intothemultiverse for more updates about the event!

I was tagged!! thank you!! 💞

Who is your favorite Kenzarelli pairing? Absolutely, 100% Fabio/Majid, my beloveds

Who is your favorite whump character (the character you love to hurt)? I don't really write it, but I'd have to say Majid, then, because BOI is he tragic. I love him.

Which villain do you love to hate (or love to write)? Don't snipe me. I've written Raymond before so I am going with him then.

Who is your favorite underrated Kenzarelli pairing or a pairing that hasn’t been written yet? Ashraf/Primo - a trainwreck, but listen they're both in Rome in the same fucking year the fic will write itself and by God am i going to write it.

Who is your Kenzarelli bicycle (the character you like to pair with everyone)? Ah, that's a thing,,,, i am too firlmy attached to my otp's that i don't like to loan them out much lmao. So i am going to go with Primo.

What is your favorite Kenzarelli fic? That's like asking a parent who their favourite kid is lol i do not see. 1) Hot Mess Supernatural Threat Eliminators (Guido x Malik) by Loflight Listen i am hopelessly behind but it's 🔥so good 2) Roman Holiday series (Fabio x Majid) by furiously & lani The first fics i read of this pairing, and they're probably to blame for my obsession ♥ 3) Light the fuse (Fabio x Majid) by PigsInABlanketFort Some delightful sexy times which tina wrote for me i am still so grateful!! 4) run me down (Fabio x Majid) by 2manyboys werewolf/vampire dynamics anyone? so fucking good.

Tag 5 Kenzarelli fans that you want to see answer these questions! HMMM @oldmagpie @heroicheartbeat @maddielle @adukeofspook @occlusivavelare @goldheartedsky @quinbi @pinesboi @nolimepercipere @languishingdreamer

yes i tagged twice as many people, but it was fun to do! so no pressure but i'm curious to hear your thoughts! ♥

#sam deelt post #the great kenzarelli multiverse #thanks for tagging me!

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imaginary-wanderer · 4 years

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Hmm you know. Bad boys go with bad boys.

Primo x Majid x Fabio.

The Disaster Twins and the Wolf.

#marwan kenzari #luca marinelli #primo nizzuto #majid #fabio cannizzaro #lo zingaro #yes it's a ship #ans yes i don't care two of them are twins #they're all consenting adults #majid has a lot on his hands #he never asked for it but oh boy he likes it #also don't ask me who tops who bottoms #it's an endless fight for dominance #but you can also be a bottom and rule #so you know #have fun #i also feel like primo and majid would work together trading stuff #fabio just needs tiktok

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fereldenturnip · 3 years

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But Don’t You Ever Let Me Go (3)

Primo Nizzuto/Majid Zamari Sugar Daddy Fic

Part 3/ ?

(Parts 1, 2)

Plus @ournextdoorneighbor has done several arts for #TrustTheWolf! Go check that AMAZING stuff out! :D

Majid wakes up at 10:58 am, completely well-rested. The evidence of his stale pleasure is glued to his body hair. The odd prickling promptly jump-starts his brain straight into freak-out mode.

The car ride. Primo’s dulcet tones. The smell of him on his skin. The pleasure of release after so long without.

Majid leaps out of bed.

Last night was a mistake. A weakness. One Majid is embarrassed to have committed in the first place.

What’s shocked him most is the ferocity of his swift libido. Majid’s had fantasies before, lurid wet dreams inspired by exaggerated magazine spreads. Hot chicks in nothing but lingerie and ‘come hither’ stares. He used to go through bottles of lotion and boxes of tissues like crazy before he finally started having sex for real.

Sex with women.

Because Majid likes women. He isn’t gay!

…Or, is he?

Fuck! Majid squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t know anymore! That tame, midnight fantasy was nothing at all compared to all his previous raunchy escapades, but it was also the most intense orgasm of his life. Primo’s very masculine body, his very manly voice, his very alpha-male presence awakens a dark need inside Majid. Hell, it knocked him unconscious for hours after emptying his balls all over himself.

Still, Majid is confused.

It’s the weekend. He’s off from work and that means no surprise visits from certain Mafia Dons. Hopefully. Just thinking about Primo overwhelms Majid and sends him into a wild frenzy around his flat. He spends most of his afternoon laundering his bed sheets and clothes, cleaning himself thoroughly in the shower…and then scrubbing down the tiles when he strokes out another Primo-induced orgasm.

It’s absurd, but Majid suspects one look at him and Primo will know his shame. His cock gives a valiant twitch at that.

Is this real life? Is Majid going to spend the rest of the weekend wanking off to Primo? He groans, flopping down on his springy mattress and hanging his head.

What exactly is it about Primo that awakens Majid’s sexual urges when nothing else has? Objectively speaking, Primo is a handsome-looking older man. Any fool with eyes, gay or straight, can see that plain as day. After the first few encounters with the man, Majid scoured old newspaper clippings from decades past. Desperate to understand the gravitas behind the notorious Primo Nizzuto.

Gone is the ridiculous pornstache and bell-bottoms of his youth, exchanged for modern (albeit still flamboyant) facial hair and fashion. The floppy hair and thick thighs remain, plus the addition of one pierced ear that came about during the 80’s. In fact, Majid once spent an entire lunch captivated by a single teardrop-shaped pearl earring that swayed in time with Primo’s conversation.

He appears to have aged like a fine wine, hale and healthy, time only adding to his magnetic elegance. All that country air and good food is a testament to the wonders of Italian longevity.

Add to that his influential power--and Majid isn’t that dumb not to notice the excited thrill he feels whenever Primo exercises said power on Majid’s behalf. Small, insignificant Majid, a real nobody that Primo pulls out all the stops for. Majid likes people watching? With a wave of his hand, Primo gets them a table with a stunning view for lunch. The gallery too crowded for Majid? One word and suddenly it’s just the two of them gazing at dusty old paintings. Primo could have literally anyone in the world, but instead he chooses to fill his days with Majid.

It’s hot.

It wasn’t like this with Hakan, who pranced around pretending to be his mentor so long as Majid continued making him money. Who coddled him while simultaneously collaring him.

Yeah, but Hakan didn’t want to fuck your brains out, either.

Oh, he knows exactly what Primo wants. Who he wants. Question is, is Majid willing to give it to him?

Primo is sexually charged and aimed at Majid, ready to fire whenever he’s given permission. That the ball is even in existence and firmly in Majid’s court is pleasantly reassuring. Despite all his carnal hunger, Primo will wait patiently for his enthusiastic consent. In some small measure, Majid can exert his own special power over the man. That in and of itself is attractive.

It’s exhilarating and dramatic, daunting and intimidating. Has Majid been playing it straight this whole time because it was expected of him?

Living in Italy only makes it easier to remove himself from the trappings of his old life and examine the bigger picture. For the first time, he’s outside of the rigid confines of tradition that mandated he be hard-boiled and repressed. Finally, Majid can breathe easy and freely explore what makes his cock throb without shame. Try as he might to abhor this “perverted” behavior, Majid not-so-secretly delights from the adventures, the conversations…the pampering. Maybe it’s alright to admit kneeling, crawling, and kissing Primo’s signet ring is exactly what he desires.

However, if Majid capitulates to Primo’s wants and needs, what’s in store for him when he inevitably fucks up? What security is there that he won’t end up beaten into another bloody pulp, or worse--dead? Honestly, it’s the punishment that scares Majid more than the sex. He’s racked with crippling anxiety--pins and needles in his fingers and toes, air freezing inside his lungs, the memory of bone splintering while someone he trusted sits indifferent to his suffering.

Surviving Hakan? Pure dumb luck. Surviving Primo? Not likely. Every moment spent with Primo is like lighting a matchstick around a puddle of gasoline. One wrong move and everything goes up in flames. Every nerve in his body is telling him to run, far away from Primo Nizzuto’s reach.

Everytime he gets the itch to move, those damn captivating green eyes lure him right back again.

You’re an idiot, Zamari.

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“Boss wants you to have this,” the man in the dark suit says.

It’s sunny as shit outside, enough that Majid squints an eye trying to adjust after spending so long in the auto shop. There’s a backdrop of power tools and air compressors whirring away behind him. In front, the Suit wears a thick pair of nondescript sunglasses over a neutral expression. He wiggles the package again.

Majid scrunches his face at the square box. It’s expertly wrapped in crimson paper that looks quite supple and expensive. It’s…a gift. A bloody gift, given the colour. Gulping, Majid wipes his hands off on a rag and clumsily accepts it. Suit goes absolutely nowhere, merely crosses his hands and waits patiently. Primo must have ordered him to witness Majid’s reaction and report back to him. Shit, Majid’s face burns hot and it isn’t from the sun.

The wrapping is just as buttery-soft as expected. It calms his initial, childlike instinct to rip and tear it open. Inside is a black box embossed with pale gold letters.

BVLGARI.

Majid’s eyes widen comically. He stares at the box, then at Suit.

Silence. Not even a shrug or head-tilt to acknowledge Majid’s turmoil. Nothing. Perfect, civil obedience. With his heart thumping loudly in his ears, Majid is almost envious of his observer’s detachment. His thumb edges the corners of the box and he immediately likens his situation to Pandora. What fresh hell is he inviting into this world by opening Primo’s gift? Just sign here on the bottom line...

Nestled on a cushion of creamy velvet is an all-black watch. The straps are a liquidy-soft metal of intertwining onyx teeth. The wide crystal face is ringed in matte black lettering (and fuck, it’s an actual Bvlgari) and tiny yellow-gold dials. Three perfect subdials catch a sunbeam and flare molten and golden, like miniature full moons in the midnight sky.

Woof!

His brown eyes light up and dance at the superb craftsmanship. It’s edgy but sleek, confident and dangerous--whoever wears it will surely strike an intimidating figure.

Oh, who is he kidding? Majid is totally going to wear this. Already his wrist is heavy and itching with anticipation. It’s absolutely perfect and exactly to Majid’s tastes. It’s as if Primo saw inside his soul and plucked out all his wants and desires just to hand them back on a silver platter. A plume of heat rushes down his spine to settle in his extremities.

Shivering, Majid reassembles the box and stares at the expectant Suit. He’s almost tempted to pass it back, refuse this precious (ludicrously expensive) gift, if only to gauge his reaction. The Suit wouldn’t mind, but he’d still have to deliver the news to the benevolent gifter. It’s already been well-established that Primo brushes off rejection like water off a duck. Or, in his case, a black swan. His first proffered gift was an entire damn vineyard. Dozens of meals and car rides later, a four-figure watch is innocent.

His fingers trace the embossed logo. It’s such a thoughtful gift, too.

“Please give Signor Nizzuto my sincerest,” apologies, “thanks.” Fuck.

Suit nods stiffly, pivots on one polished heel, and returns to his nondescript car.

Majid escapes the hot air outside and returns to the auto shop. The gift is tenderly tucked inside his personal locker, with the lock pulled twice just to verify it is indeed fastened. The rest of his work day is spent in a complete daze. Everything blends together--Majid can’t count how many car batteries and broken tail lights he replaces, his mind and eyes skittering back to bore holes into his locker.

When he greets Primo outside his apartment for their usual Tuesday night dinner, Majid is clean of grease and clothed in his best black attire. There’s been an effort to tame his growing curls and trim his short beard. He looks handsome.

The sallow streetlamp outside casts him all in shadow. Somewhere a dog barks.

This time, when the chauffeur opens the backseat door he lets Primo exit and meet Majid in the crisp night air. The two of them stand silently across from each other, only a scant few feet apart. Primo is dressed in a close-fitting red suit so dark it might as well be black.

Beware, the devil wears red…

Unabashed green eyes soak in his appearance, slow and sultry over all his edges and curves. Majid holds himself still, blazer tucked in the crook of his left arm. The purposeful posture highlights the gleaming watch adorning Majid’s wrist. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

Primo blinks once, tongue blatantly stroking along his bottom lip, “Do you like it, my boy?”

His husky words are a temptation, promising notes ringing in the air between them. Shuddering madly and unable to speak, all Majid does is nod. A smile carves its way onto Primo’s face, chiseling dimples in his cheeks. Those eyes of his are electric. He takes a step closer, bringing a cloud of that damn cologne with him--Majid inhales sharply--then promptly backing off to the side. A playful little dance that leaves Majid absolutely reeling. One gentlemanly sweep of his hand, Primo beckons him towards the belly of the rumbling car.

…So tempt away, devil, Majid thinks carelessly and ducks inside.

#my fic #trust fx #wolf 2013 #Trust the Wolf #primo x majid #primo/majid #primo nizzuto #majid zamari #But don't you ever let me go

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fereldenturnip · 3 years

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But Don’t You Ever Let Me Go (2)

Primo Nizzuto/Majid Zamari Sugar Daddy Fic

Part 2/ ?

(Part 1)

[nsfw towards the end]

Majid spends most of his days trying his hand at an honorable job. 'Try' being the operative word. He's never had the head for dull drudge work, giving up his warehouse position in Utrecht before he ever got started. It's boring. Routine is shit-boring. He’s already burnt out on three separate jobs so far.

Currently, he’s an auto-repair mechanic trawling through motor oil and brake fluid. It’s exhausting and frustrating, sweating through his overalls and busting his fingers. He absolutely hates it when some rich-prick comes swaggering in, throwing the keys of some hot rod in his face like he’s a robot and not a person. Swallowing the all-consuming rage gets harder with each asshole.

These trust-fund babies always want the same thing, “Fix it by noon!” with not even thirty minutes to spare assessing what component they broke to make it sound like shit. Majid always manages to get the cars purring again, and he’s half-tempted to just steal one and ride off into the sunset like he used to. The dumb-struck look on Pastel Polo Shirt Paolo’s face when he returns to an empty shop is one of Majid’s fondest daydreams.

No. Instead he fixes the damn car, hands over the keys, and lets jock twits rev dust in his face.

To make matters worse, he goes home to a dank and miserable, overpriced flat above a busy deli. Unwinding is next to impossible when your floors reek of salami. At night, Majid listens to his neighbors pound away at each other. The luck of others only underscores his own nonexistent sex life. It’s been almost a year and he hasn’t gotten laid since his trysts with Tessa. Lying on his bed that doubles as a couch, Majid glares at the ceiling when the telltale thumping begins. There isn’t even a television to block out the noise or silence his depressing memories. Majid suffers the entire night, sometimes with half a stiffy that no amount of palming will relieve.

Just when Majid’s day (his week, his month, his life) spirals out of control and he wants nothing more than to throw himself into the Tiber, Primo returns to whisk him away. Cheerful and unrepentantly persistent as expected.

It's as if the older man is psychic--either that or he actually does have informants all over the city. He rolls up in a sleek Mercedes, his driver popping out to open the door obediently. From the dark interior Primo’s elegant hand uncurls, beckoning him forth. Into the lion’s den.

And every time, Majid lets himself be coddled into the back seat. If this is a dance then he’s clearly not the lead. Does he mind? Glancing back at the auto shop, he’s hard-pressed finding a reason to say no.

Majid sinks into the warm leather seats and only mildly feels self-conscious as he clashes with his luxurious surroundings. Primo never disparages his workman’s clothes or the grease in his cuticles. He passes Majid an ice-cold water from the built-in fridge, unperturbed by the possibility of soiling his fine outfit. It’s just the opposite--Primo is ecstatic to be in Majid’s company again and again.

They’re chauffeured around, chatting and laughing amiably (and wow, Majid never believed he’d laugh again, not after what he’s been through), searching for a meal befitting the hour. Fancy, decadent, expensive. Breakfast, brunch, lunch, and dinner. Sometimes a combination of several depending on Primo’s schedule. And that’s a loose term.

Of course, there are events and fundraisers, meetings and phone calls Primo must attend to. Primo also owns half of Italy. The rules he operates by are malleable to suit his whimsy and if he wants to play hookie with Majid, there’s no one around to tell him no.

No one can stop Primo, not even the devil himself. It’s unwise, every time Majid hops in Primo’s car and feels his stomach automatically growl rather than churn. Who is Majid, a deadbeat thief with anger issues, to the Don of Calabria? One wrong move, one dumb mistake, and Primo can have him sleeping in the Tiber with whomever else is lying there too.

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“Ach,” Primo grimaces, “The Netherlands? I could never go there. It’s too cold!” He laughs though, warm and toothy, pouring more sparkling water into their glasses. The Mercedes makes another loop around the Colosseum, the tinted windows colouring the ancient stone in shades of blue and grey. The driver is a consummate professional, the ride is smooth and untroubled. Nevertheless, Primo curls in towards Majid to keep the drinks from spilling.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Majid smiles and clinks the crystal together. “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t born there.”

Primo makes a noise of interest and gestures for him to continue. It would be so easy to forget who this man really is. Primo slouches comfortably in Majid’s presence, his blazer and tie removed, collar unbuttoned to reveal skin. He’s human underneath. It relaxes Majid enough to spill details of his childhood spent in the Moroccan sun. To his credit, Primo listens attentively, chin in hand as he rests on the centre console.

Unsurprisingly, Majid’s nostalgic and full of homesickness by the time he finishes detailing his family’s migration.

“Thank you for telling me,” Primo nods his head seriously, as if Majid’s words are an important gift worth all the gravitas in the world. Stunned, Majid actually believes he’ll cherish them.

“What about you?” Quid pro quo, right? Intimacy for intimacy.

Primo tilts his head and peers coyly at him through his eyelashes, “What about me?”

Majid is curious. Living in Rome is like living in a soap opera; Majid has heard a wide gamut of rumors, from the comedic to the tragic.

Some say Primo assassinated his uncle to do it, hid in the trunk of a car under the cloak of darkness and blew the old man’s brains out. Others scoff, they’re quick to point out how his uncle was nothing more than a destitute goat farmer and what could killing him possibly achieve? No, clearly Primo kidnapped some millionaire’s kid, burnt him alive on the beach and ran away with the ransom money.

When Majid asks, which is it? Primo smiles and weaves a story about a young man whose ideas were just too big for his small town to contain. How he longed for more until finally the Italian government benevolently loaned the young entrepreneur enough money to build his empire from the ground up. It sounds realistic. It’s also just another story and Majid is no where closer to the truth than he was before.

He huffs, unsatisfied.

Sitting on Primo’s left, Majid is close enough to feel the heat rolling off him and smell his musky cologne. Primo turns suddenly and that’s when Majid realises he’s drifted too close into the other man’s orbit. He can spot gold flecks in Primo’s irises, faint laugh lines on his cheeks, and sun-induced freckles over his nose.

Majid freezes like a deer caught in a rifle’s scope. A finger grazes his knuckles and he shivers from the soft touch. Primo’s desire is spelled out loud and clear, yet he makes no move to act on his impulses.

The car rolls up to the curb outside his flat. The parking brake shifts and whatever’s going on in this moment between them dissipates. Majid darts away, totally missing the narrowed eyes and minute smirk.

Primo, courteous as usual, professes, “I enjoyed spending my afternoon with you, Majid.”

Majid’s hand clasps the door handle--passerbys must think it strange seeing such an elegant car in this seedy neighborhood. Already halfway outside, Majid isn’t thinking clearly when he replies, “Me too.” Immediately, Primo preens. He could shudder from the liquid warmth swimming in Primo’s alluring gaze.

“Just tell me one thing,” Majid says, plucking the courage to stay a minute longer. “What’s the truth?” For a moment he thinks he’s confused the older man, either that or inserted his foot into his mouth.

But Primo’s mind is sharp, always several moves ahead. He knows exactly what Majid means.

“It was all that and more.”

That’s…not an answer. It’s grandiose and enigmatic (vague and frustrating) and perfectly sums Primo up. The bastard knows this and has the audacity to grin while he shooing Majid out.

“Until next time,” Primo asserts, stroking his greying goatee. He finishes with a soft declaration, “my boy.”

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The long-anticipated ‘other shoe’ drops while Majid is standing alone in his barren kitchenette and wistfully wishing he’d accepted Primo’s invitation to dinner. It’s a devastating epiphany, a slip-up he catches way too late. He finally sees the intricate spider’s web the Don has woven, and Majid went and entangled himself in lines, enticed with food and stories. Primo has done a good job sinking his claws into Majid without him even questioning it.

Midnight arrives. Rest doesn’t.

Majid rolls around in his bedsheets, unable to catch a break from the set of green eyes plaguing his erratic thoughts. Sleep is just right around the corner waving at him, Majid can almost taste it. His eyelids droop and that’s exactly when the horny couple’s headboard begins it’s nightly clacking ritual. Majid screams his anguish into his pillow. Of course! He’s fate’s favourite punching bag!

As usual, his cock weakly hardens--Pavlov to the rutting behind thin walls. Pathetically, he rubs his face and sniffs. Then sniffs again, deeper this time.

Somehow, spending hours with the Don has Primo’s aromatic cologne--notes of amber, tobacco, and rum--clinging to his skin and clothes. Majid considers showering himself clean. It would be the responsible thing to do, right? His cock twitches.

Wrong.

Majid wants to be irresponsible, rash, foolhardy. Recklessness conjures up a low-lit room filled with cigar smoke. Impulsiveness takes shape in the form of Primo Nizzuto stalking him from across the room, eyes steel-grey as he looms and strokes up Majid’s arm.

“My boy,” Primo growls in a low octave that sparks a flame in Majid’s guts. Heat pools in his hips and straight away he’s tugging his aching erection out of his briefs. His white cotton t-shirt gets rucked up and over his nose so Majid can inhale lungfuls of that intoxicating scent. The neighbors’ mediocre fucking gives way to Primo rasping in his ear--my boy, my boy--sultry as smoke curling around his head. Majid moans, touching himself with both hands, one twisting his throbbing wet head and the other cupping his balls. He frantically strips his length, feet planted wide and flat so he can hump into his fists. My boy...

When he comes, Majid nearly chokes on the shirt wadded in his mouth. His orgasm rips through him like a runaway train flying off the tracks. Globs of sticky come coat his hands, his abs, his shaking thighs. Everything’s a soaking mess. Shirt digging into his armpits and underwear around his ankles, Majid really ought to clean up. Unfortunately, his exhausted, empty body is too busy floating high from the rush of endorphins.

It’s so damn easy to slip into sleep after that.

#my fic #trust fx #wolf 2013 #Trust the Wolf #primo x majid #primo nizzuto #majid zamari #But don't you ever let me go

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Ultimate Crossover AU

Read explanation about the pairings under the cut.

The Crossover AU in which each Marwan characters has his own Luca from their movie I’ve watched so far.

1. Pierre x Roberta [Murder on the orient Express x L'ultimo Terrestre]

The softest pairing because both of them are good people who deserve so much love, bond over their love for their mother, clearly love at first sight, meet on the train. A lot of sweet things, rainbow and sunshine pairing, compliments each other daily, calling each other “love” in each other language and super understanding, got married after six months dating and stay together till old and gray.

2. Daan x Paolo [Hartenstraat x Il Padre D'Italia]

They fall in love through online dating website. Paolo just recently adopted a daughter and doesn’t really know what he is doing so he is panicking and want to meet someone online that probably can help him a little bit since he doesn’t really have many friends. Paolo dating profile “not really trying to find someone in particular because I just recently adopted a daughter, if anyone wanted to share some tips and willing to be the lending ear of my distress I would be more than happy to have a friend like that” and Daan clicked on the profile because of those sweet smile and beautiful eyes. They bond through Daan amazing skill in taking care of kid because he has his own share raising Saar alone to give some tips. They decided to meet up for real after chatting back and forth and Paolo is a goner because Daan got a killer smile ready with the kind eyes, he knew at how all the single moms on the block gets their ovaries warm and melted when Daan smiled at them. Not to mention he loves his daughter so much and always talk about her so freely, Paolo seeing Daan with his daughter really what made Paolo sure about being with him. Paolo is super shy around Daan, like Daan compliment everything about him but he still find it’s hard to believe in his words even though he literally look like the sweetest thing in the world especially when he wake up in Daan’s arm after gentle slow sex in the morning. Daan would be like “my love haven’t you see yourself in the mirror?”. They are the most wholesome parents after they got married. They are both sappy romantic couple that love their daughters so much.

3. Majid x Martin [Martin Eden x Wolf]

This pairing is full of angst, misunderstanding and a lot of fighting, Martin clearly use his words to hurt Majid and Majid sometimes can’t help his anger issue so Martin got the slap sometimes in which Majid will keep asking for forgiveness, angst without happy ending it seems with this two. They met at the restaurant near the dock, a few table a part from each other, feel attraction and have one night stand, then they meet again and they were young so they fall hard and they were in love. At first it was easy, just the two of them, they decided to move in together but after a year when money becoming the issue and Majid start getting back to his street way of making money so he could put food on the table and Martin with his own issue, the self doubt , he just want to write but he thinks the world is a sickening place, they start to question about why they still stay together if the conversation always end up in arguments. Always angsty hate fuck with this two when both feeling nauseous afterwards. Majid would hug Martin from behind after they both spent and sweaty from the aftermath and they would murmured while cuddling up in each other arms with words that could cut hearts.

Majid : I can’t quit you but you make me sick, sleeping with you made me sick but I hate you so much because how much I love you.

Martin : You don’t love me for who I am . You want me to change in order for you to give me just some fragments of affection that I barely even get from your rough hands and how you beat up the world and make your own laws.

Majid : You would know better about the state of the world if you didn’t live too long in your idealistic fictional world in your head, step out side and look around you, this world is not getting any better, I work like that so you can live your dreams but you see what I did for you like a disease.

Martin : Love is not for someone like us, You are too careless about this world and you see me as a joke even from the start, how could you expect me to stand by when you stomped all over my feeling.

Majid would force Martin to look at him while he said those words and Martin would cry and they would kiss again and fuck again and hate each other again, repeat.

4. Fabio x Jafar [They call me Jeeg x Aladdin]

Fabio who craved for power finally had his wish granted when he found Djin jafar lamp. He rubbed on the magic lamp and had the powerful Djin under his command to do whatever he wants. The unstoppable evil power they would have together. They would rule the world together, a lot of evil laughter, the world will enter dark age, they would be so happy together in their own evil way. Also alot of weird kinky sex. Involved a snake.

5. Cesare x Rico [Non Essere Cattivo x Bloedlink]

Cesare and Rico a total mess. Cesare trying to find away to sell more drugs and Rico with the idea of kidnapping a girl for some ransom. The quick money they could have and what they should do to get it that’s what they are talking about during breakfast, dinner time or after sex pillow talk. Briefly meet in prison but wasn’t close but know each other, see each other again at a bar and somehow whey they talk outside they have the same idea and can easily connect so they hit off and start dating. The problem in their so wholesomely in mess relationship is Cesare addiction, like Rico is okay with all the other crimes they committed together but to see Cesare losing himself to drug abuse was hard, they often fight because of the drugs. Probably end up in prison again together (happy ending) or..one of them or both of them get shot during one of their crimes (the sad ending version).

These pairings probably will change if I watched more of their movies and find more suitable characters. I just want each of them to have their own pair. Joe x Nicky infinite alternate universe.

Actually have soft spot for :

1. Majid x Roberta

2. Majid x Fabio

If Roberta wasn’t paired with Pierre I would give her to Majid and if Fabio wasn’t with Jafar I think Majid also really suitable for him. There are Primo, Mickey, Fabrizio, etc to consider but we can talk about them later. I just love Crossover AU so much.

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loflight501 · 3 years

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The Great Kenzarelli Multiverse Poll Results: Part 2

You can view part one of the Multiverse Poll Results here, featuring Ashraf, Malik, Daan, Richard, and Matthias. Here is part 2 (of 3). Where possible I also included a fic recommendation.

Results & fic recs under the cut.

Next time: results for Zakaria, Raymond, Rico, Jafar, and Joe.

Adrian - What Happened to Monday

Soulmate: Cesare

Second place: Roberta

Fic recommendation: Two Suns by @shadyhideoutreview

Rating: E

One of my favorite fics, this story features many different Kenzarelli characters (including a few other fan-favorite couples including Pierre & Roberta and Majid & Fabio) in a A/B/O world. This is also one of the few stories to feature Adrian, a thoroughly underappreciated Marwan character.

Emre - The Promise

Soulmate: Martin Eden

Second place: Milton

Fic rec: Unfortunately I couldn't find ANY fics for Emre. I hope that changes soon!

Majid - Wolf

Soulmate: Fabio

Second place: Cesare

Funniest answer: He's my Kenzarelli-fandom bicycle. I ship him with all the Lucas

Hate Sex Fic recommendation: Fight Like We're Losing (Fuck Like We're Fighting) by @yusufs-stew-of-romance

Rating: E

Hurt/Comfort Fic recommendation: The Only Payoff For Having Any Faith Is When It’s Tested Again and Again by @pigsinablanketfort

Rating: M

Bonus fic rec (for Cesare & Majid): Cesare x Majid series by primo_nizzuto

Sorry for so many recs, but this character is really popular and there are too many good fics!

Pierre - Murder on the Orient Express

Soulmate: Roberta (is anyone surprised by this?)

Second place: Tie between Milton & Primo

Fic recommendation: Light the Fire by @catherine-batty-author

Rating: E

A lovely A/B/O fic that is the start of a great series that combines sexiness, fluff, and all the feels!

Bonus rec (found this today and it's awesome): Are you staying? by @catholicnicky

Idris - Instinct

Soulmate: Jail (I definitely agree with this one)

Second place: Mickey

#The Great Kenzarelli Multiverse #marwansimptemberevent #marwan simptember event #marwan kenzari #tog fic rec #luca marinelli #pierre michel #majid zamari #fabio cannizzaro #adrian knowles

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Great Kenzarelli Multiverse Fic Rec List

For the Luca Marinelli Multiverse Bingo game, prompt: infidelity, I bring to you a lovely list of fics full of unique pairings (a.k.a. not just Joe & Nicky) from the Great Kenzarelli Multiverse. I also tried to steer away from the most common Kenzarelli couples. I hope you enjoy and I hope this encourages you to read more fics from the Great Kenzarelli Multiverse. Luca & Marwan have so many wonderful characters out there!

Daan & Paolo

A Matter of Choice by fadagaski

Rating: T

Okay so Daan & Paolo are a pretty common pairing, but I love this series too much to not include. Paolo is a panicked single parent with no idea what to do with a new baby, he reaches out on the good one internet and finds single parent veteran Daan. Adorableness with a sprinkling of angst ensues.

Majid & Paolo

Pretty Boy You Should Be Smiling, A Boy Like You Should Never Look So Blue by primo_nizzuto

Rating: E

I very much love Paolo & Majid together and this fic kind of sealed that for me. Paolo runs into his ex in a club, thankfully Majid is there to help make his ex very, very jealous. It’s crazy bathroom sex, that seems to be exactly what Paolo needs at the time.

Cesare & Majid

Cesare X Majid series by HoneyYouShouldSeeMeInACrown, primo_nizzuto

Rating: Mostly E

This series is AWESOME. It currently has 6 stories plus one sequel with Cesare & Vittorio. I’m really hoping for more. Majid starts pulling jobs in Italy after escaping from the Netherlands. He meets up with human train wreck Cesare and there are immediate sparks, but will they bring out the worst in each other or the best?

Malik & Ettore

Let Yourself Go by @pigsinablanketfort

Rating: E

Ettore has been hired to work under Malik, but his work ethic leaves a little to be desired… Malik works out his frustration in a supply closet at work. Includes some BDSM elements (my personal headcanon is that Malik is very much into BDSM, so I approve).

Mickey & Pierre

You Are the Moon by HoneyYouShouldSeeMeInACrown

Rating: E

After the terrible events of London, Mickey escapes on the Orient Express. He was only hoping to get away, but instead he crosses paths with Pierre. Pierre is dealing with his own demons, but still has a pure heart. Will his purity soothe Mickey or will Mickey corrupt Pierre?

Guido & Majid

On A Hot Summer Night Would You Offer Your Throat To The Wolf With The Red Roses? by primo_nizzuto

Rating: E

Majid rescues Guido from getting his ass kicked and sweetheart Guido lets Majid sleep on his couch. It doesn’t take long for Majid to start sleeping in the bedroom instead. Also includes BDSM elements because Guido is the subbiest of the Luca characters.

Fabio/Majid/Jafar

Knot Your Baby by @tobebbanburg

Rating: E

Alright, this is a weird A/B/O one but stay with me. So Fabio & Majid are a couple that have been trying to get pregnant for a while. Because of weird sciencey reasons, in order to get pregnant, Fabio needs to be with two alphas at the same time. They decide to recruit Majid’s cousin, Jafar, to help.

Multiple Pairings

Two Suns (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30668651/chapters/75670307) by @shadyhideoutreview

Rating: E

I will never not recommend this fic. It does have Joe & Nicky and some other favorites (Roberta & Pierre, Majid & Fabio), but it also has unique pairings like Adrian & Cesare and Primo & Richard. I have to admit that Primo & Richard are not my cup of tea (it’s a minor pairing and ShadyHideouts somehow makes it work), but Adrian and Cesare are sooooo adorable together. Adrian is such an underappreciated character and he is so dreamy in this. Highly recommend, it’s also an A/B/O fic.

#kaysanova #joe x nicky #fabio cannizzaro #majid zamari #disney jafar #guido caselli #mickey miranda #the great kenzarelli multiverse #fic rec #tog fic rec

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IN 3 DAYS [BEYOND TIME : THE REIGN OF LOVE] WILL PREMIERE ON AO3

Clips and Poster by the wonderful @scarlet-welly-boots |cc @mother-of-hedgehogs @blublublulalala

Experience all the drama, romance and angst with us soon ❤

#immortal husbands #the old guard #joe x nicky #kaysanova #luca marinelli #marwan kenzari #beyond time series #crossover AU #majid x fabio #daan x paolo

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Finally just finished trust fx and I'm just.. Primo is soooooooooo sexy especially in the end he just oozes that sexy confidence my moral is so confused rn 😂😂😂 can't wait for your primoxjafar au from the beyond time!! Thankyou very much for recommending this series! Which one of the lucamarwan universe do you think i should watch next?? 😁😁

👏🏾👏🏾 congratulations for finishing the series. Yeah Primo is just that sexy, we know he should be in jail for all the crime he had done but can't help ourselves just to love him, abandoned all moral tbh for him. 🤣

Jafar x Primo is second generation, hopefully they will be with us soon as the first chapter will premiere in 2 days. Wish us luck that nothing bad happen so we can move forward in steady pace and meet all the couples eventually 💪

I don't know what movie you haven't watched from their lists except Murder on the orient Express, Martin Eden and Trust Fx now.

So I will give you Five of other Marwan and Luca Movies list with most recommended to watch and to last so you can prioritize what to watch Next especially for the characters in the beyond time series.

1. Il Padre D'italia 2017 (Paolo) x Hartenstraat 2014 (Daan)

2. Wolf 2013 (Majid) x They call Me Jeeg 2015 (Fabio)

3. Don't Be bad 2015 (Cesare) x Bloedlink/Reckless 2014 (Rico)

4. Rabat 2011 (Zakaria) x Fabrizio de André: Principe libero 2018 (Fabrizio)

5. The angel 2018 (Ashraf) x Martin Eden 2019 (Martin) [I know you have watched this movie, I just wrote this for the pairing 🤣]

So I will give you another one just to make it even.

6. Il mondo fino in fondo/Up to the world 2013 (Loris) x [he is paired with Malik from The mummy 2017 . You can literally skip the mummy haha I don't think you need to watch this. first, the movie is bad, second, Malik only have 6 minutes screentime (but it's enough for us to know that he is hot af, that's all that matter 🤣)]

That's all for now . From the list, the first I mentioned for each bullet meaning it's my preference than the other. Like some point I mentioned Marwan's movie first and mentioned Luca's movie first in the other.

Tell me if You managed to watch any movie on the list!

Happy watching!

#luca marinelli #joe x nicky #marwan kenzari #movies #ask #answer #movie recommendation #beyond time series #lapinangeliq

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