#Nicolò di Genoa

[mouser26]

family

when the whole squad‘s love language is roasting each other

[youssefguedira]

the rest of this won't be finished for a while so here's the intro to lucia fic 2. or something

“I want to go home,” Nicolò says one night, twenty-three years into their immortality. Yusuf is halfway asleep, lulled by the gentle tapping of the rain on the window of their room and Nicolò’s fingers lightly skimming the skin of his shoulder, up and down, but when he speaks Yusuf is suddenly decidedly awake.

He is a little surprised, if only because Nicolò has never really spoken about his family before, and certainly never brought up the idea of going back. It’s not as if they haven’t talked about it before. They’d spent a long time in Mahdia, with Yusuf’s family, until the whispers about Yusuf’s apparent lack of aging had grown inescapable. It has been a while since they had to leave, but Yusuf still dreams about his father’s face the day they left.

Perhaps that is why Nicolò waits to mention it. Perhaps he, too, is thinking about the fact that they will likely outlive everyone else they know.

“My mother and father are almost certainly dead,” Nicolò continues, almost conversationally. “But my sister – she would be almost seventy, if I have calculated correctly.”

Yusuf turns his head to look up at him, but Nicolò doesn’t meet his eyes. He has mentioned his sister before, but, like the rest of his family, he hasn’t talked about her often.

“She may have passed already,” Nicolò says. “But if – if there is a chance, and I do not at least try to see her again – I do not know if I will ever be able to forgive myself.”

“We can go,” Yusuf offers. “Whenever you want.” There’s nothing really keeping them here – they’d only ended up in Valletta after a job protecting a merchant ship had carried them to the island, and they’d liked it enough that neither of them wanted to leave right away. Yusuf could see himself growing to love this place, with time; maybe they will return someday.

Nicolò hums.

“Tell me about her?” Yusuf asks. He knows only her name, from the earliest days of their acquaintance. Lucia.

Nicolò sighs. For a while, he is silent.

“Lucia travelled three days to try and convince me to stay, when I told her I was going to Jerusalem,” he says. “My father had sent me away, because I had embarrassed him, and he wanted me far enough away that people would forget. She didn’t know how to read, but when I wrote to her anyway, she learned. And then she learned to write, so she could reply.” Nicolò looks up at the ceiling. Yusuf knows parts of this story already, but not the full thing.

“I should have written, or – or something,” Nicolò says. “She must think I died in Jerusalem.”

Yusuf does not know what to say to that, so he says nothing. Finally, Nicolò looks at him, and Yusuf kisses his shoulder.

“We can leave in the morning,” Yusuf says, quiet. Genoa isn't too far, by boat – he's sure they'll be able to find passage somehow, even if it's just to the mainland.

Nicolò nods. And so it is decided: they leave Malta the next day.

[cantteachanoldguardnewquotes]

Hi I feel like your blog might be a good place to showcase this to reach more fans than mine-

I have been looking for this fic for YEARS. It has been living rent free in my memory for YEARS. It was one of the first fics I read, before I had an account or bookmarks. I have gone on many, dedicated, varied searches, combing through results in search of it. I thought it was lost forever. It is my white whale. IT IS FOUND!

Like, this is the fic that made me fall in love with fan fiction in general. I cannot believe I found it I am losing my mind right now.

Anyways, if anyone wants to go give it some love, here is an amazing TOG fic recommendation:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28505430/chapters/69847608

Hi! Ahhh I'm so happy you found it!! 🎉 and I'm always happy to show a fic a little love 😁

The House in Sicily by shadowen

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Nile Freeman & Nicky | Nicolo di Genoa Characters: Nile Freeman, Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Andy | Andromache of Scythia, James Copley, Original Characters Additional Tags: frame story, Found Family, Canon Queer Character of Color, Canon Queer Relationship, Autistic Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Demisexual Joe, aro/ace Nile, Platonic Cuddling, References to Depression, Nile wants to hear a story, Joe and Nicky have a lot of stories, Established Relationship, the MOST established of relationships, POV Outsider, Recreational Drug Use, Story within a Story Series: Part 2 of All Stories Have Monsters Summary:

If Nile had to picture what she thought Joe and Nicky’s dream home would look like, the house in Sicily would be it, and then some.

[nicolos]

Rate of Interest

The final day of festivities met Yusuf, somewhat unsurprisingly, with far more business than pleasure. One after the other Shamsaddin introduced him to various moneylenders and tradesmen and scribes and academics and politicians, including a handful from faraway countries there for the Ascension and the fair surrounding it.

Despite himself, Yusuf found himself hoping to catch the man with the arresting eyes and sharp tongue somewhere within the crowds, though between the press of the day and the dexterity with which Shamsaddin manoeuvred him from introduction to introduction, it seemed a hint unlikely. The unlikelihood only grew over the course of the morning, as the Doge’s parade came and went, a dazzling spectacle of ships so grand and well-decked they set even Yusuf’s—lavish, he would admit—sensibilities alight.

Even his uncle’s beleaguered secretary had to stop and watch that: stopping his diatribe on Signor Faccioli’s profligate habits to watch the procession with a rapt smile, before then announcing it was not so great as the year before.

“Shamsaddin,” he found himself asking, as they took towards the palace for the evening's celebrations, “how long do the pilgrims remain after the Ascension, customarily?”

Shamsaddin said, “Not long at all, thanking the Merciful. They will be here another week, but the city will be back to its ordinary state in no time.”

Yusuf considered that he had asked the wrong person.

It did not signify, in truth: he had allowed himself much of this week of festivities with a freedom he would not have with their end, and there could be no time spent waiting near the piazza or in the churches or palaces the guides would be taking pilgrims. The next day he was speaking to the customs officials from further west than he, and the day after that mediating and acting a signatory. That he was not looking forward to.

So he had all but forgotten about the handsome stranger he would never see again when Shamsaddin said, well into the evening, “Yusuf—there is the Consul of Genoa.”

It was a close thing that he did not twist his mouth like a child.

The Consul of Genoa was the reason Yusuf would be spending the next week mired in paperwork and struggling to make matters agreeable to all of the lesser merchants who depended upon his uncle’s—and now his—place in this city. He had never before been so given to dislike a man he had never met, but every tale from every man who had run into financial trouble or debts because of the Genoese traders in Venice had made him more and more irritated with his very mention.

“Introduce me,” he said, as befit his position. It would be better to come to know the man he would be spending much of the next week negotiating with. Even Shamsaddin looked unhappy with this, but he did, nonetheless, approaching a tall man draped in the bright red of his city, and clearing his throat.

“Consul di Genova.”

“Signor Al-Wahid,” the Consul said, turning around. He looked up, first at Shamsaddin, and then at Yusuf, his mouth opening just a hint with surprise.

Yusuf’s gut fell towards his feet. He clamped his mouth shut so he would not say something like you! It would, he thought, sound more accusatory than he intended it… and how could it not?

Shamsaddin raised a sharp brow, but said only, “This is Signor Al-Kaysani, the previous Signore’s nephew.”

“Nicolò of Genoa at your service,” he said, nodding politely. “I hope your uncle is well?”

“Yes,” Yusuf said. “Quite well.” He opened his mouth to say and yours, and then realised that was entirely nonsensical, and closed it.

“Signor Al-Kaysani will be acting as witness for the contracts with Signor Faccioli,” Shamsaddin informed him.

Nicolò said, “We will be working together often, then.”

Yusuf forced a smile.

When his uncle had decided that he would make a good replacement in Venice, he had been pleased—but that was before he realised the state of things in the city. Most of the men whose support he would wish to have had little hope in him—and yet he was one of the few who had the weight of their trade behind him enough to negotiate contracts with somebody like Signor Faccioli, and the well-esteemed Consul of Genoa.

“It seems we will,” he said.

Shamsaddin excused himself, clearly sighting somebody else he must speak to. Yusuf stayed in place, twisting the ring around his thumb.

Nicolò said, lightly, “You are a lot less cheerful today than when we first met.”

Don’t, Yusuf told himself. Just because you shared half an hour’s pleasant acquaintance before you discovered who he was does not mean you know him or can speak to him this way.

He opened his mouth and said, “I wonder why that might be.”

Nicolò frowned, and Yusuf found himself regretting it instantly. “Have I done something to offend you?”

The truth was, the man he had met a week ago could have done little that would offend Yusuf. They had met at the piazza on the first day of the fair. Shamsaddin had just given Yusuf a scolding for wearing the Venetian fashion, and Yusuf had responded with some quotation—which had, of course, missed its mark entirely.

“We are not in Milan,” he had said, “we are in Venice.”

Yusuf shook his head. “It is a—oh, nevermind. Look, somebody is calling you!”

And then somebody behind him had said, in Venetian, “They do not fast here on Saturdays.”

Yusuf’s conversation had been primarily in Arabic. Curiosity and a flush of pleasure that somebody had appreciated his joke had him speaking to the man, and they had spent the morning out of the way of the pilgrims and politicians that had flooded the city for the fair, speaking—primarily in riddles and quips. Work—or his uncle’s secretary—had eventually pulled Yusuf away, and it was only afterwards that he realised he knew nothing of the man, not his name nor where he was from… only that it was not Venice.

He had spent the rest of the week motivating himself with the flutter his stomach gave every time he considered once more running into whom he had begun to think of as his stranger.

And now—here he was.

“Of course not, Consul di Genova.”

Nicolò raised one acerbic brow. “Do you give so much credit to old rivalries?”

“You can hardly call a contract we will sign next week cause of an old rivalry,” Yusuf said, twisting his ring.

Nicolò propped his hands on his hips. He was dressed far better for the palace than he had the other day at the piazza—in brocade and a fur-lined cape. When he shifted his hands, his signet ring glinted. “I had not expected you to be so unhappy about an arrangement Signor Al-Wahid and your uncle have spent so long making possible.”

“Not that it exists, certainly, but you must admit the arrangement could be a fairer one.”

Nicolò’s lips pursed. “By my account, when the risk is considered to the bearers of the vessels, it is certainly fair.”

“Is that the rate of interest you call fair, Signor?” Yusuf asked, upset despite himself at Nicolò’s cavalier attitude, though it was precisely what he had expected to see in the Consul of Genoa when he finally met him. “Our merchants must sign away near all of the profits they may make at this rate.”

“We must be speaking of two different things,” he said. “I would not call a sale issued as such a meagre sum as—”

Yusuf named the sum, incredulous at it being named meagre, and Nicolò, abruptly, closed his mouth. His jaw worked furiously for a moment, before he said, stiffly, “It appears I have been misinformed.”

“Misinformed?” Yusuf asked, unimpressed.

Nicolò looked up, eyes sharp. “When I was last involved in the negotiation—when your uncle was still here—we were speaking in entirely different terms. It seems something has changed in between, and Signor Faccioli has neglected to inform me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I cannot believe this. Pardon me, but this will save me a great deal of trouble.”

Yusuf narrowed his eyes. “Will it?” he asked.

Nicolò looked back at him, then stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I am not entirely ignorant to Signor Faccioli’s wrongdoings, though I did not believe they extended this far.”

“Is that so?”

Nicolò nodded, solemn. “I have heard complaints from some of the smaller merchants who ship to Genoa aboard his vessels of the rates he taxes. And there is the matter of loans to a handful of Venetian officers, who know better than to deal with him without me. They are nowhere near what you say, but I had every intention of looking into the matter once I had something supportable.”

It was almost too good to be true. He shook his head. “And this is supportable? Pardon me if I cannot be certain of your words, Nicolò. I have heard a great deal about your reputation in this city. And Signor Faccioli’s.”

He looked back at Yusuf, considering. “My pardons, Signor Al-Kaysani. I can only imagine the sort of trouble dealing with this as you have just arrived in the city must have been.”

Yusuf rubbed at his beard, hesitant in the face of the unexpected apology. “I—no. You did not know.”

Nicolò said, “And now I do, and will amend this at once.”

He sounded serious and genuine enough that Yusuf bit his tongue, told himself to stay alert, and promptly forgave him. “Everybody I have spoken to regarding the matter tells me that you are Faccioli’s man. His in-law, in fact.”

Nicolò hummed. “My niece’s husband is a man of God… which is why he does not speak to his father. Whom have you spoken to about me?”

“I did not know it was about you,” Yusuf said. He had been speaking of the Consul of Genoa, a figure entirely unlike the one Nicolò had—until minutes ago—cut. He bit his tongue, then said, honestly, “But a number of men. The opinion, I must say, was not a very satisfactory one.”

“I suppose I should not be offended, as it was not me, only my signet you spoke of.”

“Perhaps only a little,” Yusuf allowed, thinking back to the day they had met. Nicolò remembered, it seemed; his eyes flashed with good humour. “I do not intend to offend. The venial sin is common in all manners of men. And rings.”

Nicolò raised a brow. “As are mortal ones.”

For the first time since the morning, Yusuf smiled. “I must say, this is not how I expected it, but I... was hoping I would meet you again. I thought you a pilgrim.”

Nicolò’s answering smile was small, but pleased. “I did not think you a pilgrim, but—somebody I would not find again here, at least. I find I am glad I did… for more than one reason.”

Yusuf said, tentatively, “If you mean what you say…”

“I most certainly do.”

“Then…” he paused, looking over Nicolò’s shoulder, as Shamsaddin’s orange robes appeared in his line of sight. “I suspect I am about to be summoned away rather quickly, and I would rather not have to discuss this with my uncle’s secretary before I know more.” The last thing he wanted to do was get ahead of himself and disappoint him about something that had weighed upon them both for the entirety of Yusuf’s time here.

Nicolò’s mouth quirked. “Are you asking me for hiding places?”

Yusuf said, “Better. Can you talk as you dance, Consul di Genova?”

“Only if my partner is cheerful enough for it,” Nicolò said.

Yusuf raised a hand in offer.

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #62: Hauteville!Nicolò di Genova

My major problem - the one that keeps me from actually writing any of the terrible fic ideas I have - is that I hyperfixate on details. Case in point, I was reading Crusaders by Dan Jones as background for eventual TOG headcanons - and was hit by how much the physical description of Bohemond I of Antioch resembled Nicky. So, naturally, I thought, why not?

Or: What if Nicolò di Genova was the bastard son of that famous crusader, Prince Bohemond I of Antioch?

Bear with me:

Eldest son of the Norman adventurer Robert Guiscard (aka "The Terror of the World"), Bohemond was declared a bastard when his parents' marriage was invalidated and, "discovered that the most reliable way to get ahead in the world was with a sword in one's hand, and he had been blessed with the physicality and family connections to do just that" (55). Alternately described, "a fine figure even among the greatest," "a hero of great stature," and "spiteful, malevolent, deceitful, treacherous, inconstant, greedy, bitter, [and] a congenial liar," even his detractors were forced to admit, "he was magnetically beautiful: tall, broad-chested and handsome, with large hands and a solid stance, captivating light blue eyes and a fair complexion, his hair cut short around his ears and his chin shaved quite smooth, both provocatively out of keeping with a world in which tresses and beards were the usual symbols of machismo" (54).

Naturally, having just finished watching The Old Guard for approximately the eighth time, I thought, who does that sound like? Luckily the timeline seems to work, and thus this headcanon was born.

Just imagine it:

Bohemond was born between 1050 and 1058. If the date was on the earlier side of things (or he was a bit precocious), it's not impossible for him to have fathered a bastard child born c. 1069. The mother is quickly married off to a minor noble in Genoa, earning her child the appellation di Genova.

As a child Nicolò saw little of his father, but was encouraged to follow in his footsteps. He received perhaps the best military education available at the time given his Hauteville relations and proved to be a prodigal swordsman. Unlike his extended male kin, however, Nicky had little desire to carve a principality out for himself.

Given the choice, Nicky would rather join a monastery than a military campaign. There are a variety of reasons for this, ranging from not wanting to be assassinated as a potential rival to a legitimate brother or cousin's throne to monasteries being great centers of learning to genuine religious feeling, but no religious house would dare cross his father or grandfather by allowing him to take holy orders without their permission. Which neither would ever give. Nicky was more useful to them as a knight than an abbot or bishop.

This stalemate goes on for a while, until the First Crusade. Although left behind in Italy to finish the siege of Amalfi in 1097, Nicky was summoned to the Holy Lands by his father after the siege of Antioch to help solidify his new position as prince of the same. Nicky delayed as long as possible, finally sailing to Jaffa in June 1099 with Guglielmo Embriaco to relieve the siege of Jerusalem.

Joe and Nicky kill each other for the first time on night of 14 July 1099, after the outer walls are breached (93). They repeat the process several times through the night, moving further and further away from the city each time. On the morning of 15 July they realize they're soulmates lay down arms, make their way back to the city, and arrive just in time to see the walls of Jerusalem fall.

They each die multiple times trying to protect the innocents caught up in the fighting and it's at that moment they each realize how easily they could fall in love with the other - though neither acts on their feelings until they arrive at Cairo some weeks later, having decided to leave the fighting behind and search the world together for answers to their immortality.

They go from Cairo to Alexandria to Tripoli to Mahdia, moving slowly and staying in each place for months to do research and earn coin for the next leg of the journey.

They are preparing to leave for Algiers when news arrives that Bohemond I has died, leaving the principality of Antioch to his infant son, Bohemond II, under the administration of his nephew Tancred. This should be the one and only moment Nicky has doubts about traveling with Joe, as Nicky considers returning to the Holy Land to protect the half-brother he's never met from those who might take advantage of a young ruler and leverage this guardianship to bring peace to the war-torn region. It is an agonizing night until Nicky realizes he made his decision long ago, and that he'd rather travel with someone who loves him and doing good where they can than fight for a land he's never seen for people who only ever saw him a weapon.

Nicky and Joe continue like this for several more years, going from Algiers to Tangier to Marrakesh to Al-Andalus to Sicily (where Joe finally learns Nicky is a descendant of those Hautevilles), finally making it to Constantinople shortly before the Second Crusade.

Honestly this is where this particular headcanon starts burning out, because I love the idea of Joe and Nicky's lives being shaped by (and shaping) the Crusades and as such is a part of all my headcanons for these two. (That, and Ibn Battuta-like journeys in between, visiting Aden, Mogadishu, and Mombasa before the Third and settling in Constantinople just in time for the Fourth.)

Specific to this headcanon is Nicky's journey being less one of religious deradicalization - though that is part of it - than confrontation of the consequences of his family's actions throughout the Mediterranean. Some part of him will always think that his immortality is necessary atonement for his and his family's sins, though that part grows less as the centuries pass.

Bonuses include: 1) Nicky confronting his cousin Tancred for failing to contain the violence in favor of ransacking the Dome of the Rock (95). Despite feeling betrayed - honestly having thought better of Tancred, - Nicky choses to walk away rather than kill his cousin. Years later, history will somehow mutate this into the basis for Jerusalem Delivered, getting all the important details wrong in the process; 2) Although not his mother tongue, Old Norman is the language Nicky always reverts to when needing particularly strong curse words. He blames his father for this; and 3) His highly annotated original copy of the Alexiad found its way into historians' hands in the 1800s and is considered an important contemporary Italo-Norman reading of the text. There is considerable academic debate as to the annotator's identity, with no one ever having gotten close to the truth.

That's all I really have that's specific to this character background - as I said, a lot of what happens after their first deaths is consistent across TOG headcanons for me. It's just getting them to Jerusalem that fluctuates. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

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[delectablywaywardbeard-blog]

TJ - De Winter verso la cessione: Frosinone, Genoa e Udinese i club forti in questo momento

GAZZETTA – IL MONZA VORREBBE RIAVERE ROVELLA IN PRESTITO Il Monza sogna il ritorno in biancorosso di Nicolò Rovella, centrocampista classe 2001 della Juventus: stando a quanto riportato da “La Gazzetta dello Sport”, il club brianzolo starebbe aspettando il rientro dei bianconeri dalla tournèe americana per… TASTIERA VELENOSA – GIRAUDO FA SOGNARE Antonio Giraudo, insieme a Luciano Moggi e Roberto…

[non-un-topo]

Parts 2 and 3 of this series are up now

The Hunt

Rating: M

Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Booker | Sebastien le Livre & Nicky | Nicolò di Genova

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Trans Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Trans Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Gender Identity, Protective Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Dreams and Nightmares, Dysphoria, Canon-Typical Violence, Animality, Metaphors

Summary:

I learned to see in the dark. I can pick out a bat in the void of sky between two stars. I can spot the mouse who scuttles in the grass as quickly as I hear it. My sword is kept at my hip, an extension of my arm, my body, but my crossbow I keep in my hands. I am of Genoa. I learned to hold it as I learned the sailor’s knots, shortly after I could walk. When I watch, I am an animal in the dark, on the hunt. This is my role. I protect those I love from shadows in the night. I miss, sometimes.

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Scabbard

Rating: M

Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Background Andy/Quynh

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Trans Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Trans Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Gender Identity, Brothels, Humor, Women.gif

Summary:

“Do I look like a woman?” asked Nicolò. “Are you asking me if you are beautiful?” “Yusuf.” “You are beautiful, my Nicolò. Your outside, and your inside.” “...Is that an innuendo?”

Rating: M

Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Trans Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Trans Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Gender Identity, Crusades Era Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani & Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, No actual SA occurs, Canon-Typical Violence, POV First Person, just trust me though, Melodrama, gotta tag for that because i'm a dramatic person

Summary:

At first, there were only names. Yusuf of the Kaysanites, pious and sure and cunning like my merchant father before me. Yusuf, a strong, godly name, given and taken by no one but myself. It was the name with which I carried myself to my new life, to the walls of al-Quds. I could not have predicted, at the time, the violence that would befall her. Her, that was the land that was holy, and her, that was me. A merchant’s daughter from Mahdia, who carried an old sword and a new story.

[kritere]

Zaniolo non convocato per Roma-Fiorentina: un malore lo ha messo fuori causa

Zaniolo non convocato per Roma-Fiorentina: un malore lo ha messo fuori causa

GUARDARE TV 15 Gennaio 2023 Una sindrome influenzale di origine intestinale ha fermato il calciatore a poche ore dal posticipo di campionato dell’Olimpico. Nei giorni scorsi Zaniolo era finito nel mirino di una parte della tifoseria che lo aveva fischiato durante il match di Coppa Italia col Genoa. 50 CONDIVISIONI Nicolò Zaniolo costretto a saltare la partita di campionato tra Roma e…

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[mer1099]

Nicolò di Genova, comicsverse, Crusades era.

[18-nene-09]

+ bonus

Emperor’s New Clothes, Panic! at the Disco

[raclette-caillou]

Ok but imagine Nicky & Primo being actual brothers / twins whatever, and Joe meet Primo at some point.

When Nicky and Primo left Calabria, Nicky began university. After two years he decides to left Italy because he want to go as far as he can

Insert your Nicky / Joe University AU

Joe “well it’s hard to imagine the two of you being raised together, you are so différent !” and Primo just answers “we’re both really good with a riffle “ while nicky is choking on his coffee

Joe would probably be amused by nicky’s practical and terrible fashion sense while Primo serves Looks™️ every time

Everyone expect Nicolò and Primo to hate / be ashamed of each other, but they actually are very close. even if they don’t always understand the choices and ambitions of the other, they are very Proud of their sucess and how they survive. Nicky still has some moral dilemma

Primo gives Joe the talk™️ and somehow manages to show that it’s not empty threats

Joe doesn’t know what to expect of Nicky’s brother. After their first meeting in Rome, he still doesn’t

but Nicky is so happy and keep saying Primo likes him so apparently it went okay ??

The first time nicky comes back to the italian countryside after running away, it’s for Salvadore’s funeral. Joe still doesn’t know what the fuck is happening when the brothers get drunk in thé house of a very tired man named Leo in the middle of the night

Joes is confused when Nicolò gives Regina a warm hug and very solemn Thank You, until he is not.

Nicky doesn’t know how to adress the very obvious fact that his brother is a criminal and continue the family path. So he focuses on trying to make him stop cocaine

When Primo start learning english, he understand it’s Not becauce Nicolò speak 4 langages that he is good at it. In fact he is terrible.

Joe learns Nicky’s childhood secrets because of gossip and Primo get angry™️

[regina-del-cielo]

So, there’s this Italian Facebook parody page called ‘Feudalism and Freedom’ (Feudalesimo e Libertà), who makes fun of the whole ‘aah how I miss the Good Ole Days’ attitude by making it sound like the Age of Feudalism was The Only Good Time - writing in Funny Ancient Italian, expounding on the Emperor vs The Pope diatribe or posting things like ‘at Christmas don’t wait for Santa, celebrate the Incoronation of Charlemagne instead’. It’s hilarious.

Today’s post was a Discourse asking which were the best between English longbow archers and Genoan crossbowmen

and my mind IMMEDIATELY conjured Nicolò di Genova, Projectile Weapon Expert, Sniper Extraordinaire, who could probably re-build both weapons from scratch with absolute historical accuracy, writing a 2000+ word Essay with his fake Facebook account.

Imagine him Discussing the pros and cons of Accuracy vs Range vs Specialization-of-Soldiers vs Speed-in-Action with a bunch of other Medieval Weapon Nerds. Imagine. 

(he’d probably think you can’t just compare those two because yes they both involve arrows but it’s like saying a sniper rifle and a machine gun are the same because they both shoot bullets)

(one of the actual commenters basically implied that the crossbow was better since ‘the English archers fought with St. George’s Cross on their chests and Genova literally loaned their banner to them’, and honestly the idea of Nicky having Beef with the English because ‘that contract is still valid AND THEY’RE NOT PAYING US ANYMORE HOW IS THAT GOOD BUSINESS BEHAVIOUR’ is SO FUNNY to me you can’t understand)