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“You can’t hate me,” Niccolò says, “you’ve tried that already —and rightly so— and how did that work out for you?” Yusuf snorts, which earns him a peck on the nose from Niccolò. “You love me, desperately so. You can’t even stop marrying me.”
“And I won’t,” Yusuf says.
“Good.”
1407 - Hangzhou - the eleventh time
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I wrote this one-shot as a standalone but everyone's love and support was so kind and overwhelming, I got inspired to write a series of prequels to share the stories of Yusuf's and Niccolò's weddings throughout the ages. I won't be posting the one-shots in chronological order. Also, these new one-shots are prequels and they can likely be understood individually but I'd recommend reading Vows first in order to fully understand the series, as it sets the tone and context of it all.
Enjoy!
I dreamt that you wrote a tog fanfiction where nicky had died but reincarnated and the other found him again and Joe was trying to make him remember their love, but Joe was also accused of murder by the local police or something. It was called "the new line" and I was with booker which was pretty great lmao. I just thought you should know ;)
You know what? This would be an interesting premise, so here is a snippet of what I would write if I wrote it :)
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The shop door chimes and Nicky chances a look at the man who walks in with a gust of autumn wind. "You again," He sighs, rounding up the numbers in his accounts book with a flourish of his pen. It is extra work to do his books by hand but it gives him a sense of calm and so he has kept at it.
"Me again," The man smiles, brushing his curls out of his eyes. His nose and cheeks are red from the cold and his teeth flash charmingly at him. Nicky is decided uncharmed.
"Are you going to buy anything today or are you going to keep trying to tell me your name? Or are you going to try to strong arm me into dinner. Again." Nicky flicks his eyes back to the scrawl of his penmanship. The man shrugs, stepping up to counter.
"Maybe I don't give up easily."
Nicky feels his lips twitch in reluctant amusement. It feels familiar, this banter. As if he has had it before and repeated it a million different times in a hundred different ways. The man's brown eyes are watching him when he looks back up.
"I close up in an hour and I like Italian. Come by then."
The man's smile grows and then softens into something sweeter. Nicky bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling back.
"Aren't you going to ask me my name?" He tilts his head, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets.
"I'm sure you'll find a way to tell me later."
You wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me - Nicolo POV
First part from Yusuf’s POV here.
Chapter 2 now up on AO3.
[I’m not entirely sure how this chapter happened. It wasn’t meant to happen, I had no plans for it to happen, but here we all are. I ended up writing till 1 AM the other night, woke up, hated everything and ended up having to rewrite this. Then had an on going fight with myself to take out the lines that yes, objectively, were really awesome sounding but did not belong here! And now I’ve got about 3000 words of meta that I gotta come up with another soulmate AU to write about, I guess.
A week ago, my husband jokingly told me to write my own fanfic if I’d read everything else and I brushed it off. But I’m so glad these two burrowed into my brain because this fandom has been so welcoming and so lovely. Every person who reads, likes, reblogs or leaves kudos has made me smile ALL WEEK. And special thanks to ever single person who took the time to leave comments. I am honestly so overjoyed that anyone wants to listen to me wax on about these two adorable nerds.]
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One of his earliest memories of the dreams were not of the dreams themselves, but rather of the talk about them with his sister, Anthonia. He could not have been much older than four. But he remembered waking to the first of the sun’s rays and he felt such a lightness in his chest. When Anthonia came to get him from his bed, he nearly felt as though he was floating.
‘You are excitable today, dear Nico.’ She smoothed down his tousled hair and pressed a kiss to his crown. He had always been a quiet, solemn child and she found the change in him that morning endearing.
‘My dreams were laughing at me Thea.’ He grinned and dutifully held his arms over his head for her to remove his nightshirt. He didn’t catch her biting her lip or glancing towards the door as she tugged it over her head. ‘And such a laugh! So big.’ He held his hands out to mime a pot belly. ‘Like when Father Manuel laughs.’ He went to show her, breathing in deeply, but she placed a hand over his lips to still him.
‘Nico. My dear. This is wonderful. This is something very special.’ She lowered her voice, with another glance at the door. ‘But we do not speak of our dreams.’
‘Why?’ He asked, with all the wide eyed innocence a child could muster.
‘Because the laugh, it belongs to the love of your life. The person who will fill the other half of your soul.’ She touched his hair again, her eyes going wistful. ‘One day, you will hear it from another’s lips and it will be as if all of God’s graces have come at once.’’
‘That sounds wonderful Thea.’ He looked at her so wide eyed. With eyes so like her mother’s. Anthonia sometimes imagined she heard the ghost of Mama’s laughter, and Papa’s too she supposes, when Nicolo turned those eyes to her. Nicolo could not hear it, but one cannot listen for a sound they never got to hear.
‘Yes, my dear one. It is.’ She cupped his face in her hands and rubbed her nose against his. ‘And I am glad it brings you such joy. But here, now, it is not to be discussed. Not in this house, do you understand? Rafael and the twins know this too. We do not talk about the dreams. Especially not to father. Not ever.’ Nicolo nodded, but he didn’t understand. Not really. Not yet.
‘The person who laughs is to make us happy?’ He asked and she nodded. 'Then why?’
'Sometimes this world can be a harsh and unjust place, Nicolo.’ Her hand strayed to a chain on her neck; the locket that held a plait of their mother’s hair. ‘It’s by God’s grace we have our happiness but others may not. And it may be a kindness to them, to keep our happiness here.’ She gently placed her palm on his heart. 'There is so much in this world that is beyond our knowing Nico, so much that is for God alone. But we can choose what we do. And we should always choose to be kind.’
yes hello I too am currently obsessed with the old guard can we please talk (or let's be real, scream) about the tremendous possibilities opened up by that ending montage? I could honestly imagine a netflix show with seven seasons of old guard shenanigans in various centuries. The costumes! The famous person cameos! The found family goodness! *chefs kiss*
Yes!! The first time I watched the movie I kept thinking it should be the pilot to a series, it has so much potential!! It could be a bit like doctor who, switching from past to future, I can see the Shakespeare episode in front of my eyes jadhjwhd. Netflix take notes
Hello! I've been loving all your fics I've read so far so thank you so much for putting them out there and sharing with us!! Might I prompt a BookerxCopley fic where maybe Copley's sibbling or nephews or a close friend of him decides to visit unexpectedly and finds Booker in the house? Perhaps in some estate of undress? Cue to Copley trying to explain that yes he has a lover and trying to avoid giving the actual details away
Ahhh thank you for reading 💖😌 Enjoy this one x
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Maddie shoulders her schoolbag and wrinkles her nose, sniffling in the rain. It had taken the better part of the afternoon to run away from home and her feet were getting tired from all the walking.
Her skirt stuck to her thighs, her shoes squelched with every step she took, but none of it mattered at all the moment Uncle Jay's house swims into view through the trees. Inky twilight shadows casts the house in watery blue. It had been a while since she was back here. Since her aunt's funeral, actually.
For a moment she wonders if her uncle was still living here. Her dad and him had never been particularly close but he was her uncle and Maddie still had good memories of him at birthdays and Christmases. He will help her, she knows that.
She steps up to the door and rings the bell.
Booker singing while taking a shower. Maybe OT3. Perhaps they share the bathroom. Maybe the boys will come in while Booker swings his hips over the shower. Either way, Booker singing while getting the rest of his own brain out of his hair.
I was listening to ‘All I Ask’ by Adele and I got such strong Booker vibes for OT3. Just. My heart. It’s so him
Listen. Between ‘When We Were Young’ and ‘All I Ask’, these were my break up songs that I played on repeat until I felt more human about my heartbreak, and I have a deep love for the idea of sharing bathrooms with my partners so yes, fucking yes Anons ❤️ Combining these two prompts.
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The humming carries over the sound of the water and their soft chatter. It is ridiculously domestic; them getting ready for bed together with Booker taking his nightly shower, Nicky emptying his bladder and Joe wiping off his mouth after spitting out his last mouthful of Listerine. It is, in some strange and sweet way, ridiculously romantic as well.
It had taken them a while to get anywhere near the semblance of trust and love they once had. It had taken even more to arrive at that space where Booker would believe that he is loved and forgiven even if he never understands how. It will take more before Joe and Nicky are enough for those dark days ahead when Booker sees nothing but the ghosts in his heart, but until then, they are more than content to keep reminding him that they are here and will be here for as long as he will let them.
The radio they keep on the drawers by the door sputters as the announcer calls out the next song. Some Top 40 tune that Nicky has never bothered to learn the name of but it seems to be, if the almost imperceptible perking up is to be believed, that Booker seems to manage to follow with the quiet crooning that comes from the shower space.