The Old Guard Events

History has cut our throats

Yusuf/Nicolò + Andromache/Noriko, omegaverse + Pirates AU, wip

Following a broken heart after he had just presented, omega Nicolò was sent to a monastery. Fifteen years later, he is summoned by his elderly father who has promised his son’s hand to a nobleman. On Nicolò’s voyage by sea to meet his future spouse, his ship is seized by the infamous pirate Al-Tayyib, the scourge of the seven seas. Many years ago, alpha Andromache lost her soulmate to the sea. After almost a decade of searching aboard her mighty vessel, she decided to relinquish the captainship over to her protégé, Yusuf. Andromache continues her quest alone, but every once in a while, she finds her way back to her crew.

Chapter 1 @AO3

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“To first blood?” Nicolo asks, but even as he says the words his mouth pulls down, rueful, at Yusuf’s raising brows. What is first blood to people like them?

For so universal a mixture by @wrenaspun - In which duelling to the death becomes the most intimate engagement in the world.

I had the pleasure creating art to accompany this fantastic Book of Nile fic written by @winterequinoxx for the reverse Big Bang @theoldguardevents

Please take your time to read it below:

Counting Up, Counting Down

Chapter 8 - We're Going to Live Through This

Chapter 8 of this Book of Nile fic is up!

Lost and Found is my fourth and final collaboration for @theoldguardevents TOG Reverse Big Bang and I'm so happy to have @captain-grammar by my side for this one again. This is based off one of my favorite movies ever and I am so excited to have an Andy/Booker AU inspired by it!

Each of the five chapters has accompanying art with it, so new art will get posted biweekly as the chapters get updated!

“So,” Andy said, folding her arms over her stomach. “Where’s a good place to get a drink, Sébastien?” Sébastien took a step forward, indicating for Andy to follow him through to the other end of the pass. “There’s a place not too far,” he said. “And call me Booker, please.” Andy stepped to his right, falling in with his slow pace. “I thought only your friends called you Booker?” Booker ignored the pointed barb and laughed. “Why? Think we can’t be friends?” The pair shared a look of faint amusement that lingered. Andy exhaled a snort of laughter, looking down towards the ground and said nothing but continued to walk by his side. Booker smiled to himself, a strangely warm feeling beginning to kindle in his core. It had been a long time since he’d felt chivalrous and he’d forgotten how wonderful it could be…

“What do we do now?” Andy wondered, muttering under her breath. She glanced over to her left at Booker as though searching to him for an answer. He was already staring at her, a lop-sided smirk on his lips and a glimmer of another bad idea kindling in his eyes. Bundling up the towel and the peas, launching them into the trash can, he heaved himself to his feet and reached a hand out to bring Andy back onto hers. “Want to go to a wedding?” Andy should have told Booker to go to hell. After losing her purse and the half-cocked plan to get it back, the last thing she wanted was to go to a wedding. She should have cut him loose, said ‘goodbye’ and found another way. Instead she rolled her eyes and walked beside him while they headed to a busier street. Booker’s efforts might have been woefully lacking but there was something about his earnest, almost puppy-like desire to please she was beginning to find endearing. “Fine,” she huffed, as though it pained her to relent. “But we’re taking a cab this time.”

“You don’t have to primp yourself up for this thing.” Booker’s voice was husky in its lowness. Andy turned from her hasty ablutions and caught his gaze across the dark of the back seat, soft and intent. Andy cleared her throat a little, fighting back the sudden nervous flutter that erupted in her stomach. “Looking like I haven’t just crawled out of a dumpster might be nice, though,” she countered, adjusting the waist of her pantyhose with as much subtlety as she could muster, feeling her cheeks beginning to flush. Booker snorted a chuckle and turned to look out of his own window. “You look great,” he said quietly, keeping his eyes firmly averted.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, dropping her hands, swinging them down by her side as though not sure what to do with them. “Really. I don’t know… I don’t know. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to think or feel. Quynh, you, anything…” She looked so frightened, lost and completely overwhelmed. “Can we just forget this?” Andy’s voice was small. “Just eat, sleep and forget I did that?” She inched away from the window, settling onto the foot of the bed and opened the neglected take-away box. A smile flickered over Booker’s face and gratitude flowed through him. “Of course,” he replied, gladly sitting next to her, taking a slice of pizza and getting comfortable.

Booker cradled Andy’s face and stared at her in disbelief that such a singular soul should want to align itself with his. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening. “You were right,” Andy concluded, leaning closer to Booker once more. “We were meant to find each other. We did meet here for a reason. You needed to jump and I needed a push.” Booker laughed breathily and leaned his forehead against Andy’s, closing his eyes. “Maybe we should hold hands while we fall?” He offered, lightly grazing his lips against Andy’s, feeling her smile. “I’d like that,” Andy intoned, closing the hair’s breadth of space between them and kissing Booker so slowly and deliberately, there could be no room for misinterpretation.

Chapter Five on Ao3

Thank you SO much to my beloved @captain-grammar for coming on this adventure with me! I’m so happy to have all the chapters and all six of the art pieces for this RBB collab out!! Thank you to everyone who read this and sent lovely comments out. I love and appreciate every one of you

Lost and Found is my fourth and final collaboration for @theoldguardevents TOG Reverse Big Bang and I'm so happy to have @captain-grammar by my side for this one again. This is based off one of my favorite movies ever and I am so excited to have an Andy/Booker AU inspired by it!

Each of the five chapters has accompanying art with it, so new art will get posted biweekly as the chapters get updated!

“So,” Andy said, folding her arms over her stomach. “Where’s a good place to get a drink, Sébastien?” Sébastien took a step forward, indicating for Andy to follow him through to the other end of the pass. “There’s a place not too far,” he said. “And call me Booker, please.” Andy stepped to his right, falling in with his slow pace. “I thought only your friends called you Booker?” Booker ignored the pointed barb and laughed. “Why? Think we can’t be friends?” The pair shared a look of faint amusement that lingered. Andy exhaled a snort of laughter, looking down towards the ground and said nothing but continued to walk by his side. Booker smiled to himself, a strangely warm feeling beginning to kindle in his core. It had been a long time since he’d felt chivalrous and he’d forgotten how wonderful it could be…

“What do we do now?” Andy wondered, muttering under her breath. She glanced over to her left at Booker as though searching to him for an answer. He was already staring at her, a lop-sided smirk on his lips and a glimmer of another bad idea kindling in his eyes. Bundling up the towel and the peas, launching them into the trash can, he heaved himself to his feet and reached a hand out to bring Andy back onto hers. “Want to go to a wedding?” Andy should have told Booker to go to hell. After losing her purse and the half-cocked plan to get it back, the last thing she wanted was to go to a wedding. She should have cut him loose, said ‘goodbye’ and found another way. Instead she rolled her eyes and walked beside him while they headed to a busier street. Booker’s efforts might have been woefully lacking but there was something about his earnest, almost puppy-like desire to please she was beginning to find endearing. “Fine,” she huffed, as though it pained her to relent. “But we’re taking a cab this time.”

“You don’t have to primp yourself up for this thing.” Booker’s voice was husky in its lowness. Andy turned from her hasty ablutions and caught his gaze across the dark of the back seat, soft and intent. Andy cleared her throat a little, fighting back the sudden nervous flutter that erupted in her stomach. “Looking like I haven’t just crawled out of a dumpster might be nice, though,” she countered, adjusting the waist of her pantyhose with as much subtlety as she could muster, feeling her cheeks beginning to flush. Booker snorted a chuckle and turned to look out of his own window. “You look great,” he said quietly, keeping his eyes firmly averted.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, dropping her hands, swinging them down by her side as though not sure what to do with them. “Really. I don’t know… I don’t know. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to think or feel. Quynh, you, anything…” She looked so frightened, lost and completely overwhelmed. “Can we just forget this?” Andy’s voice was small. “Just eat, sleep and forget I did that?” She inched away from the window, settling onto the foot of the bed and opened the neglected take-away box. A smile flickered over Booker’s face and gratitude flowed through him. “Of course,” he replied, gladly sitting next to her, taking a slice of pizza and getting comfortable.

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! 

Brother Damiano shrugs. “Or I could keep prescribing you that so at least you can sleep. Even if you must confess and pay penance for it.” Nicolò mutters a quick apology to the Lord, then hides his face with both hands. The man… it was the same bearded man he saw bleeding amongst fire and death. But he did not always struggle in Nicolò’s dreams, no. Sometimes the man looked like he was enjoying life. He is always travelling, as if he’s in a hurry. In his dreams, Nicolò has never seen him in the same place more than two nights in a row. Sometimes the man spent the night in a lively city and would indulge himself with others. With women, and men. Definitely more often with men, as much as Nicolò tells himself he does not keep counts of the man’s conquests. And sometimes the man indulged himself with his own hands. And Nicolò would wake up aroused and miserable. This, Nicolò has never confessed to anyone. “Would you like to try bleeding it out then? Might unclog your system,” Damiano suggests, turning around to search for his tools. Nicolò straightens up so quickly that he almost topples off his stool. “No.” Damiano stares up at him, confused and curious. “No?” “I cannot—” Bleed. He stammers. “I-I cannot… see blood.”

On a summer morning in the year of our Lord 1099, Nicolò dies at the river near the abbey.

He was never supposed to be there. He’s supposed to have travelled to the holy land so he could worship at the tomb of Christ and ask forgiveness for his sins.

His brothers think it’s a miracle, but after the dreams start, Nicolò knows there’s nothing holy about what happened to him.

read @ AO3

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Lost and Found is my fourth and final collaboration for @theoldguardevents TOG Reverse Big Bang and I'm so happy to have @captain-grammar by my side for this one again. This is based off one of my favorite movies ever and I am so excited to have an Andy/Booker AU inspired by it!

Each of the five chapters has accompanying art with it, so new art will get posted biweekly as the chapters get updated!

“So,” Andy said, folding her arms over her stomach. “Where’s a good place to get a drink, Sébastien?” Sébastien took a step forward, indicating for Andy to follow him through to the other end of the pass. “There’s a place not too far,” he said. “And call me Booker, please.” Andy stepped to his right, falling in with his slow pace. “I thought only your friends called you Booker?” Booker ignored the pointed barb and laughed. “Why? Think we can’t be friends?” The pair shared a look of faint amusement that lingered. Andy exhaled a snort of laughter, looking down towards the ground and said nothing but continued to walk by his side. Booker smiled to himself, a strangely warm feeling beginning to kindle in his core. It had been a long time since he’d felt chivalrous and he’d forgotten how wonderful it could be…

“What do we do now?” Andy wondered, muttering under her breath. She glanced over to her left at Booker as though searching to him for an answer. He was already staring at her, a lop-sided smirk on his lips and a glimmer of another bad idea kindling in his eyes. Bundling up the towel and the peas, launching them into the trash can, he heaved himself to his feet and reached a hand out to bring Andy back onto hers. “Want to go to a wedding?” Andy should have told Booker to go to hell. After losing her purse and the half-cocked plan to get it back, the last thing she wanted was to go to a wedding. She should have cut him loose, said ‘goodbye’ and found another way. Instead she rolled her eyes and walked beside him while they headed to a busier street. Booker’s efforts might have been woefully lacking but there was something about his earnest, almost puppy-like desire to please she was beginning to find endearing. “Fine,” she huffed, as though it pained her to relent. “But we’re taking a cab this time.”

“You don’t have to primp yourself up for this thing.” Booker’s voice was husky in its lowness. Andy turned from her hasty ablutions and caught his gaze across the dark of the back seat, soft and intent. Andy cleared her throat a little, fighting back the sudden nervous flutter that erupted in her stomach. “Looking like I haven’t just crawled out of a dumpster might be nice, though,” she countered, adjusting the waist of her pantyhose with as much subtlety as she could muster, feeling her cheeks beginning to flush. Booker snorted a chuckle and turned to look out of his own window. “You look great,” he said quietly, keeping his eyes firmly averted.

this post is so late, I'm sorry. But! I did the reverse big bang this year and wrote a fic for the wonderful art that @queen-of-badomens did!

So much of this fic was either a) typed on my phone with one hand when I was trying to deal with a bad carpal tunnel flare up(with PT and medication treatment, almost surgery but I persevered) and b) typed frantically after midnight after I gained the ability to use both hands again haha.

Post is late because literally the day I was assigned to post, I started moving all of our belongings to our new apartment and then I caught COVID again while waiting on WiFi to be turned on at the new place...

(also?? look at this lovely header?? I've never had a header for a fic of mine before???)

Anyway, working with Em was an absolute blast and I'm only sorry that my Life and Health decided to intervene so much while doing this. Please please go check out the art post and give lots of love and reblogs to that <3

Fic is here, please heed the tags and the chapter warnings <3 and above all, I hope you enjoy!

Summary:

Someone's taking photos of Nicky, and while that seems a very mundane thing, it doesn't feel like it. There's large quantities of them, traveling at the speed of light to somewhere and while it seems harmless at first, Nicky still feels off-center by the amount of photos, all of him, in different places, days and times.

What starts out as a relaxing vacation, quickly turns into something so much more.

“If You Abide With Me” by ZairaA

— Chapter 3/9

The silence that had fallen over the room was only broken by Yusuf’s careful breaths and the beating of Nicolò’s own heart, and it wasn’t until the tension had grown unbearable, that Nicolò forced himself to pull away and raise his eyes to look at Yusuf. He cleared his throat, nodded at the table and asked, “What were you doing?” Hesitantly holding up his hands in the way Yusuf had done before, which earned him an amused look. “Salah,” Yusuf said and then frowned, seeming to search for the words before he added with an unsure look, echoing Nicolò’s own language. “Prayer?” “Oh.” Nicolò had not realised that’s what Yusuf had been doing. “I never saw that kind of prayer.” Yusuf smiled, pressed his hand against his chest and again said, “Prayer.” Then he reached out and lightly touched Nicolò’s chest, shaking his head. “Prayer.” “Your prayers aren’t like my prayers,” Nicolò translated softly. “You’re not of Christian belief.

Lost and Found is my fourth and final collaboration for @theoldguardevents TOG Reverse Big Bang and I'm so happy to have @captain-grammar by my side for this one again. This is based off one of my favorite movies ever and I am so excited to have an Andy/Booker AU inspired by it!

Each of the five chapters has accompanying art with it, so new art will get posted biweekly as the chapters get updated!

“So,” Andy said, folding her arms over her stomach. “Where’s a good place to get a drink, Sébastien?” Sébastien took a step forward, indicating for Andy to follow him through to the other end of the pass. “There’s a place not too far,” he said. “And call me Booker, please.” Andy stepped to his right, falling in with his slow pace. “I thought only your friends called you Booker?” Booker ignored the pointed barb and laughed. “Why? Think we can’t be friends?” The pair shared a look of faint amusement that lingered. Andy exhaled a snort of laughter, looking down towards the ground and said nothing but continued to walk by his side. Booker smiled to himself, a strangely warm feeling beginning to kindle in his core. It had been a long time since he’d felt chivalrous and he’d forgotten how wonderful it could be…

“What do we do now?” Andy wondered, muttering under her breath. She glanced over to her left at Booker as though searching to him for an answer. He was already staring at her, a lop-sided smirk on his lips and a glimmer of another bad idea kindling in his eyes. Bundling up the towel and the peas, launching them into the trash can, he heaved himself to his feet and reached a hand out to bring Andy back onto hers. “Want to go to a wedding?” Andy should have told Booker to go to hell. After losing her purse and the half-cocked plan to get it back, the last thing she wanted was to go to a wedding. She should have cut him loose, said ‘goodbye’ and found another way. Instead she rolled her eyes and walked beside him while they headed to a busier street. Booker’s efforts might have been woefully lacking but there was something about his earnest, almost puppy-like desire to please she was beginning to find endearing. “Fine,” she huffed, as though it pained her to relent. “But we’re taking a cab this time.”

✨ my last piece of art for the Old Guard Reverse Bang 2022 hosted by @theoldguardevents ✨

Again, thank you to the lovely @unattainablesky for choosing my art and writing a wonderful story based on my drawings! 💕

✨ Another submission for the Old Guard Reverse Bang 2022 hosted by @theoldguardevents ✨

Again, a big thank you to @pigsinablanketfort for choosing my art and writing an amazing story based on my drawings! 💕

Here are all my art works for @oldjane‘s beautiful fanfic. The story is completed!

The road to Malta