#Fandom: The Old Guard

[immortalmuses]

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THESE TWO TOGETHER AGAINNNN

Thinking about the sniper duo

[anyzakki]

My immortal husbands have returned 😭⚔️💞

[circadianaa]

yusuf al-kaysani & nicolò di genova

[immortalmuses]

@leschanceux

Joe and Nicky + making each other smile/laugh

[bealittleimprobable]

I keep seeing people saying they made Joe and Nicky "less gay" in the second movie and only the fact my friends haven't seen it and can't act as my sounding board is saving Tumblr from a rant about gender assumptions, gay men, and fandom that might start with "Based on your assumptions..." and end with "have you ever actually met men, or do you just rub one out over gifsets?".

But no. As a queer man I strongly disagree that they made Joe and Nicky in any way less gay in this. Them being laddish does not in any way invalidate the relationship.

[immortalmuses]

ㅤㅤㅤ"…ah. I see my heart is turning himself into a prune."

ㅤㅤㅤNicky's mouth twitched at the corner, a small thing, but he otherwise didn't move. The immortal reclined in a massive sunken tub, his eyes closed and head tipped back against the rockface it was built into. He and Joe were in South Africa for the moment, laying low in a cottage somewhere outside Touws River, and Nicolò had decided there was no better opportunity to indulge…

ㅤㅤㅤ"Will you love me even if I am all wrinkly?" He murmured, slow and quiet in the peace of the bathroom. The water was hot. Hot enough that sweat gathered in the hair at his temples, every muscle in the Genoan's shoulders unraveled like loose yarn, leaving him to feel indolent and sensual and needy. He thought, passingly, that he'd quite like Yusuf to join him. But as the silence stretched between them, Nicky opened his eyes, making a querying noise.

ㅤㅤㅤJoe was there (of course, always), leant against the edge of the sink. His expression was open and stricken in a way that spoke to Nicolò without words, that his beloved's emotions had become too immense for his body. The other immortal inhaled sharply, eyes gone liquid-soft, "…If… when… your beautiful body becomes marked by the proof of our many years together, habibi…" He said, beautiful and hoarse, "…then I will love every wrinkle, every line scrawled across your blessed skin."

ㅤㅤㅤAnd, oh. Yes. Okay. For a moment Nicky's throat closed, taken by the bittersweet image Joe painted with his words. Wordlessly, he lifted his arms from the water and reached towards his love, beckoning.

ㅤㅤㅤAnd Yusuf came into his arms, as he always does. As he always will.

[chaos0pikachu]

it's funny because back in the day people used to say they couldn't/didn't ship characters of color because they were "boring" or "under developed" compared to gringitos but now that we have a slew of well developed, interesting, and prominent chars of color people just say you can't ship them because of [insert problematic bingo square] and idk man I find all that cardi b that's suspious dot gif

[howlettsangel]

— under the spotlight

tags/warnings: smut mdni 18+ singer f!reader x bodyguard!logan, jealousy, protective logan, rough sex, pet names, a bit dom!logan, unprotected p in v, spanking, degradation?, light choking, reader is sort of a cry baby, dirty talk

wc: 1.8k

The crowd roared loud around you, the ear piece in your ear managing to keep you in time with the song. It was overwhelming, but you've been able to get used to it with every passing gig.

Logan stood in the wings of the small stage, the venue slightly bigger than the bars and clubs you were used to playing. He'd kept a silent watch on you all night, like he always did, his scrutinizing gaze making sure you were out of harm's way.

Deep down, your voice always captivated Logan a bit. The passion in your voice, the emotion you never showed off stage. At least, not to him.

Sometimes he couldn't tell if you didn't want to talk to him or if you didn't know you could. Either way, his heart hurt when he could tell you were keeping things from him. He understood it, I mean he never has been the best listener.

The lyrics you sang into the microphone wrote a story that he would read over and over again if you let him, and at times it felt like he was just waiting for the next chapter. For you to trust him enough.

His eyes stayed on you through each new track, watching the sweat on your forehead, the lipstick that smudged onto the mic, that hand that slid over your waist. No. His eyes flicked up to the taller figure you stood face to face with, your guitarist. He's always been a flirt, and you never made the choice to push him away when he made moves.

His hand folded over the curve of your waist during your solo parts of the chorus, the drummer being the only instrumentals backing you up. The audience could hear his voice in time with yours, and so could Logan.

He hated that.

When the show ended, Logan found you backstage within a matter of minutes. He tried his best not to bring up the display he witnessed on stage, bit his tongue no matter how hot his blood boiled.

"C'mon, we're goin'," he barked from the doorway of your dressing room, his eyes flicking behind him a few times out of caution. It confused you, his urgency, but you weren't gonna argue. It was probably good to get going anyway, you thought. Your head hurt, your feet were tired, you really just wanted to get back to the hotel.

"Oh, yeah, okay," you spoke with a nod, pushing away from your vanity and moving to grab your stuff. Before you could even put your purse over your shoulder, he had a rough grip on your forearm, tugging you into his side.

"Logan– what the hell?" you fussed at him as he dragged you out to the back parking lot. He let go of you when he noticed he was probably hurting you, but tried to just brush it off as he opened the passenger side of the car.

He was silent as he helped you in, and he stayed that way until the two of you were on the road. However, keeping his mouth shut was a task that ate away at him the longer you gave him the same treatment. He broke the sounds of cars speeding past on the highway, the rain that you didn't even realize started pouring.

"You datin' him now?" he grumbled under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. His words confused you, but only until you realized what he was talking about.

"Who?" you responded, speaking just as quietly as he did, only you didn't bother to look up at him.

"That guitarist of yours. James, Jayden, whatever his name is," he scoffed. He didn't seem to care much about him, just the fact that there was a chance you were seeing him. "Saw you two on stage."

"We aren't... it's complicated," you shrugged. It was mostly the truth, I mean the whole thing was complicated, but you knew that there's been something between the two of you lately. You hung out almost every weekend for rehearsals, went out to less than friendly dinners... Logan knew that. Why did he care about your dating life?

Logan just scoffed at that, turning his head to look out the window briefly before focusing back on the road. His reaction was almost a laugh. He didn't buy one word out of you, and he knew he wasn't just gonna let that slide.

When the two of you made it back to the hotel room, he walked you inside. He didn't usually, and this time he couldn't tell if it was out of hope for something he knew he shouldn't want. Something he couldn't help but want.

"You don't have to stay y'know," you spoke up as you placed your purse and keys on the small couch of your suite. "I think I'll be fine if you're not standing watch outside my shower."

You kept your tone as teasing as you could, the air in the living room feeling heavier than it had when you walked in. Logan just looked down at you from where he stood, his eyes hungry as he took you in.

Your hair was messy from the performance and your lipstick had worn off from pressing against the mic. Every detail made his blood run hot, and they way his eyes stared holes into your body did the same to you.

"Why're you looking at me that way?" you mumbled, almost breathlessly. Your chest started to feel heavier with the tension between the two of you, and you had to avert your eyes.

He reached out a hand to grab your chin, tighter than he intended but firm so he could force your eyes on him. Before you could ask him about that look again, he was kissing you.

Logan was kissing you.

It stunned you for a few seconds before your lips were moving against his. His hands moved from your face to grip your waist, the kiss heated and angry in nature. He was jealous of that little boyfriend of yours, pissed about it even. It wasn't someone else's job to put their hands on you, to smile and sing to you like some high school love story.

"Logan," you practically whined, almost begging him to get you out of that damn living room and into the king sized bed waiting right around the corner. He wasted no time in picking you up, his hands slipping under your thighs to hold you tight in his arms.

He tossed you onto the bed, your stomach hitting in when you landed. It drew a squeal from you, almost a giggle until you felt his rough palms gripping the edges of your skirt. Your face buried into the linen of the sheets, your back arching into his touch as he stripped your bottoms to your knees.

"Talkin' to other guys," he huffed in your ear, pressing a hand on the small of your back to push you into the mattress. "Fuckin' slut."

His hand came down hard on the meat of your ass before he shifted to pull his belt buckle open. He didn't bother with getting you undressed, his heart practically pounding in his chest at the adrenaline rush.

"M' sorry," you mumbled into the pillows, the sound coming out as a pathetic whine. You couldn't even get another form of apology out before you felt the length of his cock bottom out inside of you. Your nails curled into the sheets, his name leaving your lips in a strangled moan as he pinned your hips against his.

He didn't give you any sort of response, barely even a grunt, too focused on the feeling of you wrapped around him. It was all happening so quick, his professionalism going right through that imaginary window he tried to bolt shut.

Your eyes brimmed with tears and they stung as your cheek stayed pressed into the sheets. You could feel him piston against your backside, his palm meeting the already reddened flesh a few more times until he heard your sniffles.

He leans over the curve of your body, hips slowed and his breath hot in your ear. He could tell something was wrong as soon as he became hyperaware of your tears.

"I'm hurtin' you, baby?" he murmured through the kisses he left on your earlobe, his movements ragged, yet still purposed with the goal of calming you.

A small whine that seemed halfway like a yes but more so like a no left your lips. It was a lie of course, but your body didn't want him to stop moving even if it was hurting ever so slightly.

"Don't lie," he continued, and you felt his bicep curl around your neck. He tightened just enough to hear your breath catch in your throat, but the shock of losing your breath only made you whine for him again. "Use those words darlin'."

"Keep going," you managed to croak out against the firmness of his arm, your legs shifting further apart as you sank into his protective hold. The squeeze of his headlock made you see stars when he did exactly what you'd asked for.

The jealousy fueled each of his thrusts until it felt like he was damn near feral. He hadn't realized how borderline possessive he was over you, every damn part of you, but he was no better than any other man. Desperate for a girl he shouldn't have.

He groaned low in your ear when he felt your walls clench hard around him, strangling his cock until he was just about to topple over his peak.

"There you go," he praised, pressing your weakening body closer to his as he tried to finish you off. He could tell you were moments away from release, and he would be an asshole not to let you cum first even if he got impatient.

"C'mon, sweetheart. You know damn well you've been waitin' to cum on this dick," you heard him growl as he paced his quick thrusts, and the coil in your gut immediately unraveled. It had your teary eyes rolling back while Logan guided you through the intense orgasm, his grip on you loosening to give you some room for air.

He pulled out of you before he came himself, leaving the mess for the hotel to handle. He wasn't gonna take the risk of knocking you up, especially since he technically worked for you.

Your heavy pants mingled with his for a while in the heated air of the room, and your thoughts raced through every possibility of how awkward this might be in the morning. Even though it was all you could think about, you knew it was the least of your worries right now.

Knowing Logan, he'd clean you up and hold you in the moonlit room until you were absolutely sick of him.

tags: @ellaynaonsaturn @ellaynahowlett @blah-blah-bee @nymphoniah @sweetverine @cruel-as-sin

[zairaalbereo]

✨Happy New Year ✨ to all of you, but most especially my darling friend @isabellehemlock. I’m so glad we got to meet each other in this fandom, and so very happy to share a wonderful, supportive space with you online. May 2025 bring you all the joy, peace and happiness. ❤️

You asked for romantic vibes of any kind — new, established, domestic, fluffy. And my brain came up with this moment of Joe and Nicky’s relationship. A moment when their love is established, but still feels new and wondrous. A moment of new beginnings.

By the time they had decided to go looking for the women showing up in their dreams, it had been decades. In their defense, they had been somewhat preoccupied. They had traveled, first the Levante and then the Byzantine Empire, further west to Tunis and then back along the Northern coastal cities, only avoiding Genoa. For a few beautiful years they settled down in Malta. And yet the true journey — just as winding, and filled with as many challenges and surprising turns — has been the one towards finding each other.  It’s hard to say what came first in their relationship — trust, affection, lust. They started out killing each other, and then became traveling companions before they had outgrown that habit. The last time Yusuf killed him, was after he had kissed him. And yet it would be years after trusting Nicolò to have his back in a battle before he allowed him to strip Yusuf bare, and allowed himself to come undone beneath him. Now that they’ve found the women, there is a new journey waiting, and Nicolò isn’t sure where it will lead yet. The first night they make camp together, he doesn’t sleep. He’s not worried about his own safety — there’s little anyone can do to him that Nicolò would fear — but he’s not going to leave Yusuf defenseless. He’s not going to let anyone come between them or separate them. Yusuf, ever perceptive, smiles at him knowingly before he presses a soft kiss against Nicolò’s lips, right there in front of their new acquaintances, and then settles himself against Nicolò’s chest, allowing Nicolò to wrap his arms around him and hold him close. The warm weight of him is a comfort; the steady heartbeat echoing between them grounding.  He pulls a blanket up around them, and when he lifts his gaze, he sees that he’s being watched from across the campfire. Dark eyes study him for a long moment, then the Eastern woman starts to smile, and she closes her eyes and curls up against her companion.  “I trust you will be keeping watch,” she says, just loud enough for Nicolò to hear the underlying amusement in her voice. “If only for his sake.” Nicolò doesn’t answer, but as the night proceeds, he contemplates the notion of trust, and how he has earned hers so quickly. It will not take long for Quynh and Andromache to take root in his heart, and he will do anything for them for their own sake. But it won’t be for many decades, to Andromache’s endless exasperation and Quynh’s quiet amusement, that he’ll be willing to trust them with the safety of his heart — or rather the man who firmly holds it in his possession.

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[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

When new hyperfixational content appears on your dash and you scroll by it so fast because it’s like no, no, sorry, I’m sure I’d love you, but I already have 2 hyperfixations, 3 dormant ones always ready to be reignited, a multifandom tumblr, and a full time job. I can’t fit you in my schedule.

[lautific]

[anyzakki]

Joe and Nicky ⚔️❣️

Personally, I consider the scene of Joe and Nicky touching their foreheads one of the most beautiful, intimate and moving after the kiss in the first film. If I had to rank it, I would put it in second place because in the trailer it is a scene in which the immortal husbands are alone, secluded, in their bubble, a moment of everyday life that becomes even more magical. Now, we don't know why they are down, but if these seconds were enough to make my heart explode with sweetness, I don't dare to imagine the whole scene.

[gerbiloftriumph]

So, how old is King Graham, anyway? Speculation under the cut, with dev statements and other supporting details! (but it's all speculation.)

To begin, we need to decide how old Graham is in the knightly tournament. Lead concept artist Evan Cagle once had a Tumblr, and once answered fan questions, but it's since been deleted. With the power of Wayback, though....!

The relevant piece is here:

This is also how supported by files in the game itself are organized, by general age blocks.

(interestingly, Achaka isn't called by name in the game files, but simply called WellKnight.)

So, Graham is in his teens, for certain. Old enough to drive. One could argue he's 16, with that rodent license, as that's traditionally when kids learn to drive. But he's clearly planning on moving away from home, and he has been to school and graduated. "I started looking for knight jobs while I was still in the academy, but once I graduated all the opportunities had dried up."

I propose, therefore, that since he's clearly graduated, he's slightly older. My guess? 18. In America, at least, people tend to graduate high school at 18, maybe looking for colleges, and they're old enough to join the military (knighthood). Possibly 19 (I truly don’t think younger works for how old he Must be at minimum in ch2), but I'm going to stick to 18, personally. (Grachaka fans, enjoy!)

Also: "You don't like the taste of lanky teenager" doesn't preclude 18, let's go.

How long was he a knight for Daventry before he was king'd by Edward? That's very unclear. However, his model doesn't change much (I think his hair gets a little longer? or is that just his cowl), and his concept art doesn't change much (it's just a hat adjustment and that little bit of scruff that I love oh so much). So, he's probably not that much older between contestant and king.

We've got to do some speculation here, and I'm going to select 3 years as a royal knight of Daventry. That would give him time to grow as Edward's favorite and establish himself in the space, without necessarily changing too much facewise. Maybe it's less time based on how little he's physically changing at this point, but I need him to get into his 20s for chapter two for the concept art and model name, and Edward needs at least A Single reason to crown this kid, even if the guards do say that this tournament "could lead to the throne of Daventry itself!"

Therefore, I'm going to put him at 21 years old in the prologue.

21 is another milestone in America, where you can start drinking legally, so it feels right to me to put him here at a big change in his life, even if in Daventry he's almost certainly been enjoying that mead for a while now. ;)

He's crowned immediately upon his return to the castle with the mirror, so he's got to be king at 21.

HOWEVER. There's something coming up soon that requires him to be, at minimum, 22 years old at some point in this year, if not older. I'm very fond of character birthdays being the date the game came out. Therefore, Graham's birthday should be July 28th, as that's the day the reboot came out on PC (2015).

I'm also fond of the idea that each chapter takes place in a different season in Daventry, Ch1 obviously being Fall, Ch4 obviously being Winter, Ch3 seemingly Spring with those bright greens, which leaves Ch2 in Summer. Monsoon seasons are often in Summer, which lets the rain Graham experiences be a typical Daventrian summer. Perhaps, July?

I propose Graham turns 22 in his captivity. Prison birthday! Sorry, your majesty.

There's a specific reason he's got to be 22 here. It's the absolute youngest he can be, so it suits his concept art. Why?

Taylor Fey.

Bramble is pregnant, and while we're not sure how far along she is, we're going to say Taylor's due soon, because we need Graham to look like his teen self for concept art reasons, and we also need to get him into his 30s for his next mile marker in concept art and game model naming convention.

In chapter three, if you visit the Feys, you get this exchange:

Graham: "Where's Taylor?" Bramble: "He's at home. Probably cutting up our curtains again." Wente: "When I was that boy's age, I would roll dough for hours every day after school in me ma's shop. But not my boy. He doesn't have the stomach for hard work." Bramble: "Or the stomach for sweets. Can you imagine? An eight year-old, not liking sweets? It's not like frosting is an acquired taste."

Taylor will eventually move to Serenia, to become the tailor, haha.

But! The important thing! The conversation reveals that, in chapter 3, Taylor is eight years old. So, eight years have to pass between ch2 and 3, and Graham's got to be in his 30s.

Therefore, in the goblin prison, he needs to be 22 years old, at minimum. (also, sidebar of mostly irrelevance, if you go straight into a 4 year college after graduating high school at 18, you probably get your first real job at 22, mmm delicious imposter syndrome in your first real adult position, except you've got a kingdom on the line this time.)

So. In Chapter 3, he shall be, to me, exactly 30 years old. (he's probably going to turn 31 in a couple months, as I'm sure this chapter takes place in the spring, for how warm the days are and cold the nights are, as Graham complains about in the tower.)

That lets him hit all the markers he needs. Barely, sure, but it works so far.

Now, again, we need a liiiiiittle speculation. We need 18 years between Ch4 and the Ch4!Prologue, to account for Alexander. And Graham probably doesn't propose to Valanice right away again.

Now, the youngest he could be to make the ages and everything work is 32. But that's a remarkably fast dating, marriage, twin time turnaround. Neese might be into it, Vee probably wouldn't. So, we're going to age him a bit. So, he could be 32, but I think he'd rather be 34. That feels like they have time to court (properly this time), be engaged, prepare royal documentation and all the other things required, and then have twins.

(you could argue 33 too, or push it much older, 35 or 36 or more, if you wanted, so long as you don't push out of the 30s for the model name convention, but I'm going to settle here on 34, personally.)

The important part is that 18 years pass, for Alexander to grow as Gwydion and escape Manannan (if we want to be super pedantic, he's 17 and a bit, but whatever, this is fudging and speculation and I'm not carefully considering where Graham's birthday falls in the year either or I'd get confused).

So, he's about 52 years old now!

Fantastic. This is the last time we have Josh Keaton voicing our younger Graham, and then we leap ahead to Christopher Lloyd and our Huge Glorious Kingly Beard.

Chapter Five, thank you, finally. The devs give us an actual age.

Olfie: "Yeah, your skin does look fantastic for 86." Graham: "Well, that's a shame… I'm 77."

Thank you, thank you.

Now, we have one more age to hit. Bedridden modern Graham. We have a little cheat here, too. Not in the concept art, which just lists ?, but in the game models. He's in his 90s.

Alexander and Rosella are in their 50s in the modern day now, as their game models say. If my math is right, Alexander should be 43 in Ch5's adventuring portion. So I need to add at least 7 years to get the twins into their 50s in the modern sections.

I'm not great at math, and I'm juggling a lot here, so correct me if I'm wrong, but if my math is right, modern day Graham *should* be 84 at a minimum now. But his model says he's in his 90s.

But if we make Alexander 56 in the modern day, I think we can make Graham 90.

So, he's probably exactly 90, for the character model naming convention.

I dare not figure out how this fits in classic series--which isn't helped by Graham apparently having gray hair at a younger age probably due to that heart attack at the end of kq3.

So, there we have it. My personal bad math and staring at concept art and game files and trying to make guesses about my favorite king and his ages.

tl;dr:

Ch1 - 18 (graduated high school) Prologue - 21 (he needs to be in his 20s, this works) Ch2 - 22 ("happy birthday," sing the goblins, off-key) Ch3 - 30 (aaaalmost 31) Prologue 2: Electric Boogaloo - 34 (...maybe) Ch4 - 52 (depends on the ch4!prologue) Ch5 - 77 (huzzah, stated!) Modern Day - 90 (for the models' naming conventions)

But what do you think? Decent mathing? Totally wrong? Would rather take a stab at it yourself and get Gwendolyn and Gart's ages involved? Let me know~!

(edit: I was waiting for tea to steep, so I just hastily muttered my way through classic ages too, just because it's probably not that hard to line up, so...here's that:

#tin pointed out he’s 19 in the classic game’s hint guide so he could be 19

#I think he gets crowned at 19 then tho in the classics which…good luck dude

#I wonder where classics smoosh in there—it’s probably not that hard to be honest

#kq2 is just ch3

#kq3 and kq4 take place within days of each other when he’s 50something in ch4

#kq5 is probably a pretty quick turn around too#so if we say Graham is 52 in kq3 and 4

#let’s say he’s 53 or 54 at most in kq5

#and I think Alexander pines for a year so he’d be 55 or 56 in kq6

#alex probably marries cassima at 21 then

#and then maybe a year or two again for kq7 and rosella is probably 22 or 23

#I didn’t play kq8 hahaha

#mind if rosella is 56 and I think Gart is 16

#40’s probably fine for a boy—especially with a fairy husband#my interpretation of Gwen being 12 is trickier but maybe Cassima is younger

#or MAYBE it was a whole thing and everyone was very worried about her pregnancy

#imagine jollo and all the citizens trying to keep her safe and healthy and it being kinda scary)

[non-un-topo]

More childhood friends au because I'm still writing the fic

[immortalmuses]

i have a type

[immortalmuses]

@leschanceux

i had to get that damn eyeliner out of my system