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daan is kinda, sorta, maybe tired of basâ pitch
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30 + yusufnicolo đĽşđ
dearest cacau! i hope you like this one!Â
Meeting their gaze after throwing a coin in a wishing fountain
the magic of a wish, a stranger
Joeâs not sure when he started believing in wishing on fountains.Â
His memory tells him itâs when he was four years old, and he had climbed on a fountain and fell into it while wishing for a puppy.Â
And got a little sister instead, after all the trouble.Â
Maybe thatâs why heâs here, clutching a coin in a death grip, his knuckles turning white as he stares at the water. Because he ended up loving said baby sister, Nasima, even though she can be a pain on the butt. And because no matter how old he gets, Joe canât help but cling to that part of him started believing in that magic from the start.Â
The magic that a simple wish on the right fountain or well, can make everything better, just like his baby sister did.Â
And apparently, this is the fountain to make the wish on.
Fontana di Trevi. In Rome. His last stop in, what his sister calls, âthe trip you shouldâve gone on much earlier Yusuf, but you never did because you took care of everyone, and now itâs my turn to do the caring because I make bank now, so you can go and take that trip now, bye fam!â
Ever the force, and not one to take no for an answer, Nasima had literally forced him out the door, much to his Mama and Babaâs glee.Â
At the thought of his Baba, his heart twinges, just a little in his chest, and he sniffles.Â
Baba was not well, when he left, and was going through tests, upon tests, and upon tests. He had wanted to cancel his trip but none of his family would have it.Â
Theyâre meant to hear of whatâs happening with him, while heâs on the flight back. He feels his anxiety crawl under his skin at the thought of turning on his phone after landing, and getting any sort of bad news.Â
So here he was. At the crack of dawn, standing in front of the fountain.Â
Joe takes a deep breath and clasps the coin in his hands, closing his fist over it. He brings it close and presses his lips against his knuckles, sighing against it. Wishing over it.Â
Please, let my Baba be okay. Please.
It sounds so childish in his mind, because maybe it is. Maybe heâs desperate, and heâs not ashamed to admit it. When Joe opens his eyes, and goes to toss the coin, he freezes, as he catches the eye of a man walking by on the other side. The courtyard is almost empty, since itâs very early after all, and thereâs nearly no one around.Â
The man gives him a small smile, and nods, and Joe finds himself staring, his lips still on his curled hands. The man then tilts his head, and then takes one of his hands from his pocket and makes an underhand throwing motion towards the fountain and he blinks.
Right.Â
Joe blinks, and nods his thanks, before closing his eyes again and making the same wish, then throwing the coin to the water. When he hears it hit the water, he opens his eyes.Â
And the man is gone.Â
âHere.â
Joe yelps, jumping away from the voice, and turns to find the man across the fountain standing beside him, hand extended and blinking rapidly. With a hand on his chest, Joe straightens up with a sigh, and shakes his head.Â
âScared me,â he gasps out, and the man smiles a little, shrugging. Even in the dim lights of dawn, he can see the manâs intense colour of the manâs eyes, sea-glass and ethereal. Partnered with a strong profile, and a cupidâs bow that almost seemed one of fiction, the man was an artistâs dream.
Thereâs no other way to describe it, and Joeâs hand itches for his charcoal. But then the man moves again, extending his hand.Â
âTake this,â he says, and Joe blinks, before opening his palm, letting the man drop another coin in his hand. When he looks up, the man continues to smile at him, turning back to the fountain then.Â
âI feel like I distracted your wish. I thought youâd want to do it again,â he says, and Joe faces the fountain then as well, before looking down at the coin. The man sounds like he lives there, and yet heâs still looking at the fountain with such wonder, and fondness.Â
âWill it make my wish come true even more?â Joe finds himself asking, and he sounds a little desperate, voice croaking. The man turns to him then, taking out another coin.Â
âMy Nonna says so. And Iâve made one before, and itâs come true. I can join you in this second one,â he says, and Joe smiles at him then, nodding.Â
Theyâre both turning to the fountain then, and the man curls his hands over his own coin in the exact same way he does, and together, they toss their coin to the water. Joe watches at it falls, almost in sync and in that moment, he wants that magic that he clings to, that he refuses to let go, to be at its strongest and most powerful.Â
âMy nameâs Nicolò,â the man says, and Joe turns to him them, smiling. âYusuf,â he whispers, and smiles when the man nods to follow him, and he finds himself doing so. He had no plans, for his last few days in Rome.Â
âDo you live here?â he asks, and Nicolò smiles, before shaking his head gently.Â
âI did. I am visiting my Nonna,â he says, eyes ahead as they walk. âItâs my wish. When I left Rome, all signs pointed to me never returning. And so, before I left, I made this wish. They say that if you toss one coin, you get your wish and you get to return to Italy,â he says, and Joe blinks.Â
âAnd you got it,â he says, his chest warming as he watches Nicolò smile then, grinning.Â
âYes! I wished to see my Nonna again, and now Iâm here. We celebrated her 100th birthday yesterday,â he says, and Joe gasps, clapping his hands.Â
âAmazing! Thatâs brilliant!â he says excitedly, and Nicolò laughs, grinning now.Â
âIt is,â he says with a hum, before turning to him then. âI think your wish is going to come true too, and youâll get to return to Rome!â he says, and Joe laughs, his heart feeling lighter in days. He prays that itâs the case. That he comes home to good news.Â
âThat wouldnât be so bad,â he says, and Nicolò smiles, before he pauses. Joe looks at him then, pausing in step with this beautiful stranger.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
Nicolò blinks at him, and then laughs, staring at him for a moment, before walking again, Joe mirroring his movements.Â
âI just remembered something.âÂ
Joe blinks, and then waves his hand.Â
Nicolò snorts, and looks up at the sky.Â
âOne coin means a return to Rome. Two coins mean something else,â he says, and Joe nods.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Nicolò closes his eyes for a moment, and then looks back at him, smiling.Â
âYou fall in love.âÂ
Joe stares at him then, and he feels himself breaking into a grin, nodding for Nicolò to start walking again, this time, extending his hand towards him. When the man takes his hand, he immediately brings it to his lips, kissing his knuckles. The flush that rises on Nicolòâs cheeks makes him unreasonably happy.
âAgain, that wouldnât be so bad.âÂ
***
A few years later, Joe does come back to Rome, with his whole family this time, for Mama and Babaâs 50th wedding anniversary.
And with Nicolò by his side.Â
You help a lost child find their parent together. + kaysanova
hi kayla! thank you for this prompt. it gave me a chance to intro this dynamic. might be a longer story, weâll see!
âExcoose me.âÂ
Nicky blinks, food halfway to his mouth, and he turns to find a little boy staring at him, light eyes wide and shining. The little boy is tiny, probably four years old at most, and had light blond curls that are falling over his eyes. And completely alone. Nicky puts down his food beside him, and then crouches in front of the child now, smiling softly.Â
âHello little sir, how may I help you?â he asks, and smiles even more when the child giggles into his little hands, before sniffling.Â
âI wost Papa. I went to wook for Unca cosh we soopwise then I wost Papa!âÂ
Nicky blinks, trying to parse through what was being said to him. âYou lost Papa as you were looking for your Uncle? Is your Uncle meant to meet you here?â he asks, and the child nods, sniffling into his little fist.Â
âYesh. Pease hep? Wook?â he asks, voice so small, and Nicky nods softly, gently extending his hand towards the child.Â
âOf course. May I hold your hand?â Heâs trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible, and smiles when the child grabs his hand, little hand squeezing at two of his fingers.Â
âWow. Yous has big hands wike Papa anna Unca,â he says, looking up at Nicky as he stands then, to grab his things and soon theyâre walking. The little one is turning his head, looking all over, sniffling. Nicky feels awful for him.
âWhatâs your Papaâs name?âÂ
âSebastien,â he replies, nodding. âAnna my Unca name Yufu.â Then the little one looks up at him, blinking.Â
Nicky smiles at him. âIâm Nicky,â he offers, softly and the little one nods then, his curls falling over his eyes.Â
âHi Icky. Iâs Josefee,â he says, and Nicky doesnât even have time to think of how this child is saying his name, because the child is squeaking in delight, before letting go of his hand. Because really? Sebastien, no problem, but Nicky is Icky.Â
Oh, he can hear Quynh cackling already.Â
He shakes his head and follows, and sees the little boy run to a man a tall man, who was gasping and clinging to child now, spinning on the spot.Â
âUnca Yufu!â The child screams just as the man looks at child closely, before pressing soft kisses on his forehead, cheeks and hair.Â
âJoseph! Oh you are such a little trouble, baby! Now we gotta find your Papa, are you okay?!â the man, his Yufu says, and Joseph nods, before pointing at Nicky.Â
âMista Icky founâ me!â he exclaims, and the man turns his full attention on him now, face lighting up in a wide, iridescent smile, and Nicky swears his ears start ringing heâs so flustered.When the man starts to walk towards him, he whimpers, looking around, before looking at his feet.Â
âMr. Icky, thank you,â he hears and Nicky flushes red then, before gulping and looking up.Â
âNicky,â he corrects with a soft voice, smiling at Joseph then, before looking at the man. âItâs NickyâŚMr. Yufu?â Although with this childâs track record, heâs probably wrong. The man laughs then, and looks at the child in his arms, before squeezing him, and then smiling back at Nicky, and he canât help but stare.Â
Because what a smile. What a face.Â
âYusuf,â he says then, tiling his head, his curls falling over his eyes in the most endearing of ways. âThank you for finding my godson,â he says, sighing softly. âNow I have to find his Papa, my phone is dead andââ
âI can help!â Nicky finds himself saying, before biting his lip. âI have a phone,â he starts, and Joseph nods then, one hand curling over his Uncleâs hair, tugging gently.Â
âAnna he goo findy. He hep, Unca!â he says, and Yusuf grins then, winking at Nicky before turning to his godson and he hopes then that the man doesnât see how ready he is to melt to the floor then.Â
âWell then, Mr. Nicky, we found one baby, now we gotta find another one! This oneâs a lot bigger, and more French,â he says, and Nicky snorts. Joseph blinks then and nods to him.Â
âMr. Icky! Yous hasta holâ his hand!â he says, nodding. âIs how we founâ Unca, membaâ?â he says, and Nicky blinks then, looking at Yusuf, whoâs smiling wide now. Then, he extends his hand to Nicky.Â
âAre you ready to help me, Mr. Nicky?â he asks, in a soft, smooth voice, and Nicky swears heâs falling. In step, or to trip, or in love, heâs not sure. But as he holds Yusufâs hand then, and squeezes it, he finds that he doesnât care what it is. It just feels right. So he nods, and smiles at Yusuf.Â
âYes.â
And Yusuf just grins, and presses his thumb on his palm, and squeezes, before smirking and bouncing his godson once in his arms, his hold firm around Nickyâs hand.Â
âPerfect.â
Hi đ I love your writing so much â¤ď¸ could you do 20 or 47 from the prompt list? Thank you đ
Hi darling, I hope you like it!!!
You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but itâs not your friend waiting outside the room like you thoughtÂ
dimples, curls & freckles
âNile, are you sure this is the right size?âÂ
âDoes your ass look poppinâ?â
âExcuse me?!âÂ
Nile cackles from the other side of the curtain, and Nicky sees his own face turn absolutely pink in the mirror, before he turns, and sticks his head out in between the curtains, glaring at Nile as she continues to laugh, falling on her side on the bench.Â
âA size up please, Nile,â he says, and if he sounds like heâs begging, thatâs because he is. The trousers fit way too snug over his backside. He doesnât even know how he got it on, but itâs definitely going to be challenge to get them off.Â
He can see the shape of his ass in these.Â
âBut itâs perfect!â Nile exclaims with a pout, standing up then and walking over to him.Â
âTheyâre too tight!âÂ
Nile snorts, moving the curtain to look at the mirror. Then her eyes widen for a moment, and then she nods. As much as she loves him in more fitted clothing, even she can see that the fine line between fitted and just tight has been crossed.Â
By a good mile, or a 100.Â
Itâs still decent, but it sends a message.Â
âOkay fine. I see what you mean.â
âI canât bend in these Nile, theyâll rip.âÂ
Nile rolls her eyes, pulling away. âI get it,â she says, already turning towards the exit of the change rooms.Â
âJust split, right down the middle.â
âI understand!â
âJust my ass, hanging. For all the world to see.âÂ
âNicky!â Nile yelps, turning back to glare at him while trying very hard not to smile, before turning around, her braids swinging as she did, before completely disappearing.Â
Nicky smiles then and shakes his head, going back inside the change room, and closing the curtain. He starts to carefully take off the trousers. And like he had expected, itâs a challenge. Just before he can pull them past his hips, he feels the fabric start to give and he sighs.
Itâs not a big deal if he ends up buying them because he had ripped them, but heâd be much happier if that doesnât happen. He hears Nile walk back into the change rooms on the other side of the curtain and he groans.
âHey, you may need to help me out in these. Theyâre just too tight.âÂ
Thereâs a pause and a shuffle.Â
âUh, I can, most definitely, mysterious voice with a sexy accent behind door Number 4,â says a soft, teasing voice, and Nicky freezes, eyes widening.Â
Not Nile. Most definitely not Nile.Â
Nicky bites his lip to stop himself from saying anything and he looks up at the mirror to find that his face is beet red in embarrassment. He hears another shuffle, and then thereâs a knock against the wall beside the cubicle.Â
âIf you need help, I can help you, door Number 4.â This time the voice doesnât sound as teasing, just soft, and even a little earnest. Nicky moves to do up the trousers, making sure heâs decent, and then turns to open the curtain.Â
Brown eyes, dimples, and curls. Brown eyes, dimples, and curls.
The manâs staring at him with a small smile, tilting his head, a couple of clothes draped over his arm.Â
âDo you need help, Number 4?âÂ
Nicky blinks, and the man smiles, leaning back and tapping at the â4â that was right beside his change room. He sighs then, leaning on the wall, and looking at the man.Â
âI should be okay,â he says. âMy friend can help me,â he says, feeling his face heat up.Â
âOh,â the man replies, and he actually sounds disappointed. Nicky blinks then, and he finds that he doesnât like it.Â
âYou can help me with something else though,â he finds himself saying, and tries not to smile when the man lights up, breaking into grin, iridescent and sweet.Â
âYeah?â
âDinner? Tomorrow? Iâve not decided what I was going to eat yet. And I definitely need help with it,â he says, and the man laughs then, leaning on the wall beside him now, and nodding, and Nicky tries not to stare at the face thatâs now almost too close to his.Â
Freckles. Brown eyes, dimples, curls and freckles.Â
âOh, I can help with that,â he says, and Nicky watches as the man takes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, before turning it towards him.Â
He takes it with a smile, and enters his number. When the man gets it back, Nicky eyes him as he smiles at the screen, typing something, and swiping away. A second later he hears his phone vibrating behind him, still in his actual trousers. He turns around then to grab his phone, bending to grab it.Â
âDamn, okay. I see why youâd need help.âÂ
Nicky feels his face heat up again, and heâs just so thankful that he could actually bend down in the trousers and that it doesnât actually rip like he thought it would. When he turns around, heâs pointedly looking down at his phone, and opening the text from an unknown number, hoping that blush dies down just a little by the time he looks up.
âI have the perfect place for dinner.â - Joe Â
He finds himself smiling, glancing up at the man then, and finds him smiling softly. Then Nicky pushes off the wall, and finds that he wants to follow him, feeling a soft smile creep on his lips.Â
âNice to meet Nicky.âÂ
âYou too, Joe.â
Joe grins, and gives him one last nod, before going towards the exit, nearly bumping into Nile on the way. Nicky stares after him then, and turns to Nile who hands him the trousers in a different size.Â
âWho was that cutie?âÂ
âJoe.â
Nileâs mouth drops, and she squeals, grabbing at his arm and tugging on it, again and again.Â
âJoe?! Dish, Nicky! Dish!â she says, and Nicky laughs then, pulling her into the change room.Â
âHelp me out of these first,â Nicky says. âAnd if it doesnât rip while I take them off, Iâm keeping them.âÂ