#the old guard fanfic

[quincette]

His breath is hot on Nicky's neck. And there is no mistaking the hardness pressing into his ass.

A noise escapes his mouth as Joe's hand dips below the waistband of his pyjama pants.

"Shhh, you'll wake the kids."

Nicky's cock jumps at that. Didn't he watch Santa porn like this once? Dio, this is probably a mandatory scene in any Santa porn.

Then all thoughts flee his head as Joe licks a hot, wet stripe along his neck, capping it with a nip to his ear.

———

Merry Christmas, wonderful messy fandom. Here’s a fluffy filthy meal for your cold cold days courtesy of @karanoid’s wonderfully horny Santa!Joe art for @topjoediscord ✨✨✨✨with fic by yours truly. Link and nutritional facts below!

UNSAINTLY MIRACLE

#joe x nicky #kaysanova #the old guard fanfic #the old guard #the old guard fic #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova

[fangirlings-things]

Being a member of the Guard and having a love/hate relationship with Booker would include headcanons

anon said: hey! Can I please have some hc about being a member of the old guard and having a love and hate relationship with Booker? Something like you wrote in your other imagine. hope this is okay, thank you!

A/N: hii, love! of course it's okay! I love Booker, so it's always a pleasure to write for him! hope you like this 💖

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The thing about Booker, is that he has a talent to annoy you

Ever since you two first met, the french man showed you that temper that would just drive you crazy, unstoppably

It is as if he takes pleasure in contradicting you, and that of course, makes you want to kill him

Which you actually did, more than once

Everytime the team gets together for a job, he presents you that convinced smile of his and with irony, says how much he has missed you

You absolutely cannot work in plans together, since you always end up at each other's throats, more arguing than anything else

You do work fine together in the field, but you strongly believe that is because killing people do not require for you both to actually communicate

If you had a huge fight, you would give each other threatening looks later while sharing a meal with the others

Andy is annoyed by your bickering at each other. She is the boss and when she says so, you both stop fighting at the very same instant and do whatever she tells you to

Nicky and Nile mostly just roll their eyes at all the swearing and argument you have with each other, from time to time muttering to themselves how you both are such childs when it comes to one another

Joe finds it funny. He can't stop laughing whenever you both start screaming, shouting your lungs out because of something probably stupid, like who would get to go in first at the job

When Nicky asks him about it, he just says the fun is in the fact that you both don't see what's right in your faces

Occasionally, after a harsh job or just a bad day for both, you would allow yourselves to share a drink together in silence, just hoping for the alcohol to kick in soon

Whenever Booker spoke about his sons and all the grief he still felt after so much time, you wouldn't be able to deny to yourself how bad you felt for him and you would hug him, comfort him, even though you would later pretend that never happened

And he would pretend it either, even though that meant a lot to him. The fact that you cared

For some time, you would give yourselves a break from each other. But then, all of the sudden, the fighting and screaming would come back and in Nile's words, "everything would go back to normal"

And Joe woud laugh again at that and when it happened, Andy would be the one to ask why he was laughing, how he could find that funny. And for that, looking at his boss, he would say

"Me and Nicky were exactly like that in the beginning. Don't you remember it, boss?"

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[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: corinthian x male reader

req: no | wc: 1350 | old guard x the sandman

summary: "Did you just stab me?"

warnings: stabbing, blood, knives, swearing, smoking

a/n: I only had the beginning in thought, bullshited my way through. Was it meant to be a serious fic in the first place? From the first line, definitely not. Didn't think about where this was going, so ending it somewhere pretty stable. Fun to write, anyway.

1917

"Did you–did you just stab me?"

Corinthian was mortified.

"Seriously—I'm just minding my own business."

To the nightmare's utter horror, you pull the knife out from your chest and bring it in his direction with much vigor.

Corinthian catches your wrist in his hold before you can stab him, but it doesn't seem like that was your intention. Instead, you press the blade flat against his chest, no doubt staining his white shirt. If not death, it's what he deserved, honestly.

"I–"

Then, his eyebrows raise impossibly higher. The wound on your chest begins to heal, going through about a month's healing within the minute. No treatment, no magical oil, and certainly no (at the very, very least) prayer to God.

You mutter something in what he can only discern to be a language derived from Latin. "You're what? Sorry?" You scoff, "Sorry's not gonna cut it. We don't even know each other."

Was he dreaming? Nightmares didn't dream, they didn't even sleep. He wasn't even in the Dreaming.

"Well–"

"What are you gonna say? "Well, it was an accident."? You're telling me you knew someone, thought they were me, and wanted to stab them?"

When Corinthian was in trouble, he resorted to killing. It was in his nature. But first, when he dealt with something, he used his charms. It had never been the other way around; then again, there was always a first time for everything. Killing always came second when it came to pleasure, anyway.

"Let me talk, darling." Your eyebrows furrow and you're speechless at his audacity. "Let me explain myself."

"You–"

He cuts you off this time. "There's an explanation. I can assure you." He was lying through his teeth. He sticks his, still bloody, knife back in its holster and only allows a mental grimace. "Really, I can."

"So far it's only been bark, no talk." You point your finger at him. He raises his hands in surrender.

He racks his brain, and yet there was no plausible bluff to answer. You were an immortal, clearly, he couldn't kill you and flee. So, he takes off his glasses. "This is a way of… courting, where I'm from."

You raise a brow and say, tentatively, "Courting…"

"Yes." He says proudly.

"You're not gonna kiss me with your… eyes, are you?"

"No, no." He laughs genuinely at the suggestion. He's never tried—he has, actually. "We need at least a year for that."

"If whatever realm you come from–after a thousand years, anything's possible–really does court by… murder, then…" You run a hand through your hair with a huff, "you have to realize you're in the human realm. They're not immortal, and certainly not keen on being stabbed."

"Well, I found you." He offers with a grin.

"I'm not keen on being stabbed." You laugh, anyway. "But you did find an immortal."

This was fucking working. Corinthian's grin spreads wider, despite the uncomfortable feeling of the blood seeping through his white shirt and the disgust of not having cleaned his knife.

And, if pleasure came in after all, he didn't quite mind.

1945

For immortals, life was fleeting.

You had lost everything only after the first half a century. Your parents, your siblings, they were all gone; your childhood home refurbished for another family. And then, when all things "homely" weren't enough, your "home" empire fell.

And mortals. You always did love them, and many times, you had forgotten they weren't like you. For as long as you've lived, your heart's been broken over and over, whether metaphorically or physically.

People died early, people aged. When they did, and you didn't, they begged for a piece of your life. The first couple of times, you wished you could. You prayed to whatever God granted you the power of immortality to give it up entirely to age with them or to even give them a piece of it. After a several centuries, you accepted that the God(s) would never reply; and as the greed of humanity grew, you resorted to leaving before death could visit.

When the big things in life didn't stick around, the smaller things were even worse.

Your favorite pub disappeared after half a century. Your favorite food stand, and Andy's favorite Baklava, tried its hardest to last for a full century. The pets never lasted long, your favorite book was banned somehow, and old things were replaced by the year.

Nothing ever really stuck around.

Then again, you never really stuck around either.

Andy, Nicky, Joe, and Booker led quite the nomadic lifestyle. The Old Guard went where they were called. The only place you could call home anymore was the Church in Goussainville.

And, well, them. They were your home.

But, sometimes, they were like siblings. Siblings often separated as they came of age, but not you guys. For almost as long as Andromache has lived, you have known her; for a thousand years, you have known Nicky and Joe; and, for the last hundred, you have known Booker. Each bleeding moment of each fighting day, you spent it with them.

You can't blame yourself when you want a break from it all; when you want a break from the gunfights and constant death and revival, or when you want a break from your immortal friends.

It was a cold fall evening. You were tired. A month prior, you had brough a war to its end. You deserved a break.

The breath from your lungs comes out white, cold and visible. That didn't matter anyway when the breath from your cigarette comes out visible too. (Being immortal had its perks, and not "dying of cigarette" was one)

"(y/n)."

You sigh and flick the ash from your cigarette. Then, you turn, leaning your back against the railing. "Do I know you?"

You just wanted a bit of peace, serenity, and solidarity.

Maybe you should've taken note of the English, or the deep voice, or the familiar glasses.

Corinthian raises his arms to each side and tilts his head forward, towards you. His blazer opens slightly as he does, revealing his knife holsters.

"Corinthian?" You grin ecstatically, flicking the last of your cigarette away without a care in the world. "You're alive!"

"Of course I am, I'm immortal."

You huff, "You didn't think it would've been nice to mention that twenty-seven years ago?"

Before you can make your way towards him, Corinthian steps forward himself. He traps you between himself and the wooden railing. "When? After you left me?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for that." You raise your hands in surrender, but Corinthian groans at that, so you place them back around him. "But, you know, lovers always beg for a piece of immortality. I can't grant them that."

I know people who can, Corinthian thinks. "We both have things to apologize for. You, your disappearance; me, my secret."

You chuckle, "Then let's leave it at that."

Corinthian brings you in for a kiss, using one of his hands to cup your cheek and bring you forward. You don't protest at the force he uses, for Corinthian was always a passionate lover.

"You know, you never really apologized for stabbing me."

"I didn't feel the need to. You know, tradition." You raise a brow at him. "Alright, yeah, I am from another realm, but murder is not a courting strategy." His eyebrows furrow as he thinks about your previous relationship. If you were questioning it now, why not then? "Did you know that back then?"

"Andy smacked the sense into me." You laugh, "If Gods can't grant me the wish of living out a life to its end after all my begging, then Gods don't exist. Similarly, other realms don't exist."

Corinthian tilts his head to the side, not a bad reason. There was still a major flaw, though. "But men with teeth for eyes do?"

"I didn't tell her that part."

After the end of the war a month ago, you thought to rest. Maybe you wouldn't be doing much of that.

"Hey, is that fire I smell?"

#corinthian x reader #corinthian x male reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman x male reader #the old guard fanfic #the sandman fanfic #🌸 // success! #💞 // darlings #🎟 // the sandman #🎟 // the old guard #🎫 // corinthian #🎫 // the corinthian #🤬// swearshirt

[theoldguardevents]

TOG REVERSE BANG LINE-UP: Day 1

Posting for The Old Guard Reverse Big Bang 2022 begins on the two-year anniversary of the movie’s premier, July 10 - and you can look forward to new content every day for two weeks!

Here’s a sneak peek of the amazing fanart and fanfiction that you’ll get to enjoy very soon. Follow us or the tag #togrbb2022preview to see more previews over the coming week!

Check back at this blog to see the final works, or keep an eye on our AO3 collection. Thank you to our wonderful creators, who have worked very hard on their projects over the last few months!

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[queen-of-badomens]

For One of my Fav Fics

Happy Birthday @negotiumcrucis !!!! Very belatedly of course haha 😅. But I absolutely adore your fic Wistful is the Rain and always wanted to draw this scene from it. I hope I did it justice. I love you and thank you for all the wonderful fics you’ve written for the fandom. They give me so much joy.

Full image under the cut as its a little bit of a HUGE spoiler for the fic. ❤️❤️❤️

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[nickydestati]

duolingo tog prompts #19

It’s been a long, long time, but I missed this so much and hope to be a little more active again in the near future. Anyway, this prompt inspired me so much, so have this little fic. I hope you enjoy it!! 💖

prompt: you want to forget me (ti vuoi dimenticare di me)

*

Nicolò feels like throwing up. He wipes his sweaty palms on his trousers for what feels like the hundredth time.

Now. He’s going to ask it now. Okay, now then. On second thought, perhaps in a minute would be better.

Why is this so damn hard?

He knows why, of course. Because he has wrongfully besieged Yusuf’s home and killed him in the most horrifying ways possible. Because he has been a monster and would have to spend all his infinite lifetimes to atone for what he has done before he could ever be forgiven. Because asking Yusuf to stay together even though they have found the two women from their dreams and there is absolutely no sane reason for Yusuf to spend one more heartbeat in Nicolò’s abhorrent presence is the epitome of hubris.

What has possessed him to even consider this plan? 

He has come to know Yusuf’s kind heart. His warmth, his ever-smiling eyes. He has mistaken his innate kindness for something else, something impossible. He is a fool for putting so much hope in his delusions.

But it seems he has been a fool all his life. One more day won’t make a difference, will it?

It has to be now. Andromache and Quynh are out on a personal errand for a couple of days, and he doesn’t know if such an opportunity will present itself again in time.

God, this is worse than dying.

He opens his mouth to ask his question, the question, nerves sizzling through his body, but to his surprise, Yusuf speaks first.

“Tomorrow it is, then?” he asks, his eyes fixed on the flames between them. His voice sounds heavy, dragging the evening air down.

For a moment, Nicolò is too confused to speak. “Tomorrow is what?”

“The day we say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.” 

The ground tilts beneath Nicolò’s feet. He feels like throwing up again, but for entirely different reasons. This can’t be happening.

But Nicolò knows this is the only possible course of reality. Any other scenario is just a feeble figment of his pathetic imagination. The way Yusuf avoids meeting his gaze only confirms it. That blankness in his usually vibrant eyes is only ever reserved for Nicolò.

It was foolish to think, even for but a second, that he could ever be worthy of forgiveness.

So he swallows the burning tears down and says, “Very well.”

____

Nicolò has always been a light sleeper. So when a twig breaks somewhere to his left, he opens his eyes to see Yusuf slipping away into the night.

Is this how it will be? No goodbye at all? Only waking to an emptiness as consuming as the void sky up above?

No, that can’t be. That isn’t Yusuf at all. There must be a reason for his secret departure. There must be. Maybe Yusuf is in danger. Maybe he has to settle a score with some culprit they dealt with a couple of towns ago. 

Without a second thought, Nicolò rises and follows.

After a long while, when the shimmering surface of water emerges in the distance, his heart grows cold.

Quynh has told him stories of the lands they were traveling through. She told him of a hidden pond. If you drink from its waters, it will take away your memories. 

He watches when Yusuf reaches the banks. He watches as he kneels and scoops up water in the cup of his palms. 

No.

Yusuf jumps up, scimitar drawn.

With a start, Nicolò realizes he said that aloud. He comes out of the shadows and Yusuf’s expression turns into one of incredulity.

“You followed me.” An accusation.

“I’m sorry,” Nicolò says. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t in danger. I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m immortal, it’s a bit difficult for me to get into any serious danger.” Yusuf looks exhausted as he lowers his sword and turns to the pond again. “You can go back to the camp now, I will be there shortly.”

“I don’t think you will, though.” Nicolò’s voice is so soft it’s hardly audible over his hammering heart. “You want to forget me.”

It is only fair. Nicolò knows that. It is only fair Yusuf wants to forget the man who caused him such pain and misery. And if this is what Yusuf wants and what is best for him, then Nicolò will not stand in his way.

“I understand,” Nicolò says. “Please let me help you. Let me stay and guide you back to the camp and make sure you are safe until Andromache and Quynh are there for you. Then I will leave and you’ll never have to see me again. I promise.”

Yusuf’s back is rigid and unmoving.

“For what it’s still worth,” Nicolò continues, “I am sorry for all I have done. I am sorry I have robbed you of your home and your people and your happiness. I am sorry I wasn’t the man I am now. And I am sorry that you had to be the one to make me better. I don’t expect to ever deserve forgiveness, but I don’t intend to stop trying either. I hope it makes you feel a little better that my eternal life will be spent in atonement for what I have done to you. Or at least, that you will feel better for this little while you will remember.”

Ever so slowly, Yusuf turns. Nicolòs eyes widen as he sees the tears on Yusuf’s cheeks, the painful desperation in his eyes.

“You think that’s why- Nicolò, I-” He looks away for a moment and breathes deep. When he meets Nicolò’s eyes again, Nicolò’s breath stills at the rawness on his face. “I want to forget you because I love you.”

All the air is sucked away from the sky.

“I want to forget you because I don’t think I can bear missing you.”

Maybe he’s still asleep. Yes, that must be it. He will probably wake up soon.

“I know it’s selfish,” dream-Yusuf continues. “But I just-” His voice breaks. “I just can’t miss you, Nicolò. I just can’t.”

Any moment now.

“Please say something, Nicolò,” Yusuf says quietly.

“This is all a dream,” is the only thing Nicolò can say, because going along would hurt all the more.

Yusuf blinks and seems taken aback. “I’m sorry I have appalled you. I’ll drink now and then we can each go our-”

“No!” Nicolò hastily puts a step forward. “No, please. That’s not what I meant. I’m a monster and I’ve wronged you in more ways than there are stars in the sky. There’s no way you could ever say such things, because it’s exactly what I long for you to say. No, it’s more than I would ever dare to hope for. So this must all be a dream. There’s no other explanation.”

While Nicolò is rambling, Yusuf comes closer until they stand so close together Nicolò can count all Yusuf’s laughter lines. Nicolò falls silent as a cold, damp hand takes his own. He looks down at their entwined fingers, wide-eyed.

A gentle finger guides his chin up until he meets warm, glowing eyes. “This is not a dream, Nicolò.”

Soft lips touch his own and Nicolò melts.

Yusuf is here, Yusuf is real, and Yusuf loves him back.

#joenicky #yusuf x nicolo #joe x nicky #immortal husbands #the old guard #tog #the old guard fanfic #tog fic #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #usertriz #i don't dare tagging anyone else because it's been so long 🙃 #duolingo prompts #hegel writes

[phatburd]

Chapters: 3/15 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020), The Old Guard (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Booker | Sebastien le Livre/Nile Freeman, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Nile Freeman, Booker | Sebastien le Livre, Quynh | Noriko, Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Andy | Andromache of Scythia Additional Tags: Reverse Big Bang Challenge, POV Nile Freeman, Nile Freeman-centric, BAMF Nile Freeman, Booker | Sebastien le Livre Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Science Fiction, Future Fic, Global Warming, Dystopia, Time Skips, Outer Space, Blood and Violence, Alien Planet, Applied Phlebotinum, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship, Science, Nile Freeman is So Done, Podfic Welcome, Action & Romance, Post-Canon, Art, Illustrations

Art by @artgroves, story by @phatburd​, a part of @theoldguardevents​!

Summary:

FOR THE THE OLD GUARD REVERSE BANG 2022! Decades after meeting him for the first time, Nile’s still unsure about how she feels about Booker. It’s not like she hasn't noticed the way he looks at her, but … there’s just so many buts. Then, in one awful moment, they’re torn apart. And Nile swears that she’ll do whatever it takes to get him back, even if it takes her years and years — even if it means having to cross the vast gulf between the stars — one day at a time.

The first three chapters are up for reading, and the rest will follow once per week!  Have fun, and feel free to leave comments!

#the old guard #togrbb2022 #the old guard fanart #the old guard fanfic #fanfiction #togrbb22 #nile freeman #sebastien le livre #book of nile #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #quynh #andromache the scythian

[lisea18]

Ball and Chain Chapter 24

Title : Ball and Chain

Author : Lisea18 (me) 

Rating : E 

Pairing : Yusuf / Nicolò; Joe / Nicky 

Summary:

Today, Yusuf is getting married. Today, Yusuf is going to be mated for life. It’s what he always dreamed of… well… almost.

Art by the lovely Grimm18 ( @stop-all-the-clocks​ ) (go give them some love 💖)

Tags : Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova; Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani ; Nicky | Nicolò di Genova ; Alternate Universe ; Alternate Universe - No Powers ; Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics ; Omega Verse ; slowish burn ; Top Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani ; Bottom Nicky | Nicolò di Genova ; Arranged Marriage ; Alpha Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani ; Omega Nicky | Nicolò di Genova ; Virgin Nicky | Nicolò di Genova ; Threats of Rape/Non-Con ; but no actual rape ; Attempted Rape/Non-Con ; (not by Yusuf) ; Penetrative Sex ; Anal Sex ; Scenting ; Nesting ; Knotting ; Mating Cycles/In Heat ; Rutting ; Verbal Abuse ; Breeding ; (but not to make children lol) ; Light Bondage ; (arms tied that’s all lol) ; Other Additional Tags to Be Added; if necessary I think I put everything planned that “needs” a tag; slowish burn, slight dubious consent, forced heat

If you enjoy the story, do let me know with a comment 😘

Reblogs are appreciated 

#the old guard #the old guard fanfiction #kaysanova #yusuf x nicolo #joe x nicky #joe / nicky #yusuf/nicolo #joe/nicky #immortal husbands #the old guard fanfic #joenicky

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ibrahim Al-Kaysani & Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani Characters: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Ibrahim Al-Kaysani, Joe's Mama (tangentially) Additional Tags: Baby Joe, Just a man holding his baby looking up at the stars, Constellations, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Myth & Folklore, descriptions of sick baby, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, more angst than Gentle Summary:

With trembling fingers, he loosened the scarf Yusuf was swaddled in, as if the thin fabric might strangle those delicate little lungs. There it was— the smallest hmm— a puff of breath that seemed to take too much out of him. Ibrahim couldn’t help but hold his own breath, as if he might take too much of his son’s air if he dared to gasp.

The soft little rosebud of his lips took in another breath, that little button nose scrunching as if he might cry— please please cry— and Ibrahim stroked his fingertip down his sternum as tenderly as a butterfly wing. He could feel that heartbeat, right there, and couldn’t bear to move any further. His hand was almost as long as Yusuf’s whole body as he rested it over his belly. Only his little feet poked out from the bottom of the scarf.

That little heart was working so hard.

***Baby Yusuf companion piece to Gentle***

#baby Joe #yusuf al kaysani #the old guard #tog #tog fanfic #the old guard fanfic #little Joe is a sick little baby and his dad is very worried about him

[quincette]

#merry Christmas #the old guard fanfic #joe x nicky #archive of our own #blame ao3 #ao3 #ao3 tags #merry yule #yuletide

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Masterlist - The Old Guard (Movie(s))

Booker / Sebastien Le Livre Falling Series - Romantic/Angst/Reader with a sibling/Mentions of illness and deaths of loved ones/Smut in the last part - Booker x F!Reader Prologue Part I Part II Part III

#the old guard fanfic #the old guard fanfiction #booker

[bisexualdeans]

step one: have blorbos

step two: make them go through hell

or, hello old guard nation. i wrote a thing and it's on ao3. oneshot • 1.5k • andybooker • gifted to @nicolos • do mind the tags for warnings 💌

#the old guard #the old guard fanfiction #the old guard fanfic #tog fanfiction #fic tag #ficposting #andromache the scythian #booker / sebastien le livre #andybooker #andybooker nation here's to you < 3

[theoldguardevents]

Thank you again to everyone who contributed to making this event a success! Remember to check out our AO3 collection, scroll through the #togrbb22 tag, and see below the cut for a master list of all works.

DAY 1

All This Time; artwork

Kindred

Hay más tiempo que vida; artwork

Counting Up, Counting Down

DAY 2

Kintsugi; artwork

Poems for Nicolo; artwork

To Hold Life Like a Face; artwork

DAY 3

My Baby Shot Me Down; artwork

Riposo; artwork

Of Fire And Air; artwork

All Unquiet Things; artwork

DAY 4

Death Can’t Part Us, Distance Might; artwork

Bad Beginnings; artwork

And My Heart Has So Much To Reveal; artwork

DAY 5

The Soul Cages; artwork

Blessed Be The Day; artwork

Incarnate; artwork

DAY 6

History has cut our throats; artwork

Spice Trails; artwork

Wake; artwork

DAY 7

The road to Malta; artwork

Turnabout; artwork

When Trouble Comes; artwork

DAY 8

Sometimes You Can Get What You Need; artwork

Never Seen A Good Time; artwork

did you walk on water just to save me?; artwork

DAY 9

You and I Together, That Would Be Forever; artwork

I’ll Ride with Him, Right or Wrong; artwork

hands (an iteration); artwork

DAY 10

so universal a mixture; artwork 1, artwork 2

Can’t Keep Breathing Without You; artwork

The Deathless man

DAY 11

Autumn, 1994; artwork

and we can have forever; artwork

And The Waves Will Never Weep; artwork

Star Light, Star Bright; artwork

DAY 12

Marble Madness; artwork

Bloom; artwork

Here With Me; artwork

Unknown Survivors; artwork

DAY 13

with you, always; artwork

Brethren Shield In Danger’s Hour; artwork

Dance Your Way To My Heart; artwork

DAY 14

But You’re Screaming So Loud; artwork

A Different Game; artwork

If You Abide With Me; artwork

A Tragedy in Three Parts; artwork

DAY 15

I live on kindness, faith and constant courage; artwork

The Seed of Truth that Bores Through Broken Tides; artwork

Lost And Found; artwork

Eternal Feast [coming soon]

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[queen-of-badomens]

ToG RBB Art#2 for Unknown Survivors

Hello again! So the brilliant @falcon-fox-and-coyote has posted the penultimate chapter for her awesome fic, Unknown Survivors, which features the second art I created for it! It’s a slight spoiler so full pic will be under the cut, but enjoy this close up of Joe and Nicky! Please go give Wind_Ryder some love, she wrote an amazing, sci-fi Old Guard tale and I’m so grateful! Last chapter will be up tomorrow! 

Thank you to everyone who has been a part of making the RBB happen! 

#the old guard #tog #the old guard fanart #the old guard fanfic #tog fanart #tog fanfic #togrbb22 #togrbb2022 #the old guard reverse big bang #joe x nicky #yusuf x nicolo #immortal husbands #kaysanova #Yusuf Al-Kaysani #nicolo di genova #cyberpunk art #my art #joe with long hair #enjoy joe's scrunchie

[prevalent-masters]

As an apology for becoming a greywaren blog this week i finally updated Rosetta Stone

#the old guard #the old guard fanfic #tog #joe/nicky #my fic

[lovelikedestiny]

Soooooo, the title of the fourth and final part of Silence is the key will be:

Quiet Night

#the old guard #the old guard fanfic #tog fanfic #fanfiction #tog series #series #silence is the key #autistic!nicky #title #part four #quiet night #just me dropping some crumbs and disappearing again