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Prince Yusuf al-Kaysani and Sir Nicolò di Genova met when they were young men, still foolish about love in the ways that young men are. When they fell in love, they fell hard and fast. What began as dreams for what their lives might hold together were they not bound to their own contrasting obligations, soon flourishes into a love affair that spans 14 years, a broken betrothal, clandestine meetings and a war that threatens to tear them apart forever.
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28 Feb 2021
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“I dreamed my love came in my sleep
Lowlands, lowlands away my love
Her cheeks were wet her eyes did weep
Lowlands away”
The song had always seemed melancholy to Anne, reminding her of the pain Quynh had gone through, and the pain one of them would go through when the other was inevitably lost forever. Quynh sets about to replace Anne's negative thoughts about the song with something more joyous... through the medium of sex.Bookmarked by TRex8
28 Feb 2021
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“What have I done to deserve someone like you?” Yusuf mused, drawing Nicolò’s head up with a gentle touch.
“I could ask the same,” Nicolò rasped.
“Well,” Yusuf said, “perhaps we both did something extraordinary to have found each other.”
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They may have different wants and needs, but that was alright. Yusuf would always be there for Nicolò, just as Nicolò was always there for him.
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28 Feb 2021
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“Tell me what you want,” Nicky says, voice soft.
Joe bumps their foreheads together. “That kind of night?”It's a spring night in post-war Paris, and they take care of each other.
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28 Feb 2021
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"It also means they haven’t gone further than bruising, red-tuliped kisses. He’s been yearning to the memory of Nicolo’s frostnip mouth against his neck last winter, when Yusuf was at his weakest; of Yusuf’s gilded hands in Nicolo’s hair, how everything felt like fission and fragmentation before he’d hissed at one lingering kiss, skin quivering and lips swollen-numb, and Nicolo had yanked himself away, wild-eyed and breathing hard.
But here, on the vernal equinox, halfway between the winter and summer solstice, everything is dimmed just enough that he should be able to feel Nicolo’s skin on his without the wintry chill biting into his bones, or without giving Nicolo brands in the shape of his hands on Nicolo’s waist."
A one-shot for our Hades/Persephone AU, showing Nicolo and Yusuf's first time; set sometime before 'spring, they call her; i call her solitude,'
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- Part 2 of I'd be home with you
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27 Feb 2021