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From: (Anonymous)
If you asked people they always thought Nicky would love Italian pop music and Joe some traditional North African music. They couldn’t be more wrong. Nicky, in fact, loved AC/DC, Kiss and Metallica and when he was alone he heard it really loud. And Joe? Joe loved French chansons. He was a huge fan of Édith Piaf (and, yes, he literally cried when she died some years ago).

And so he stood in their bedroom and looked at Nicky sceptically when he told him he should put on something nice, they would go to a concert.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked but Nicky only grinned and pulled his t-shirt over his head and slipped into one of his cream-colored silk shirts.

“Surprise,” he said and winked… and started to button up the shirt, much to Joe’s chagrin. But then he shrugged out of his own shirt and went to his dresser.

“At least tell me what I’m supposed to wear,” he sighed and Nicky stopped for a moment to deliberate.

“Uh…” he looked over Joe’s shoulder, “The dark blue Givenchy,” he said then and Joe raised a brow.

“Surprise,” Nicky said again and put on his black Tom Ford suit. If he wore his Tom Ford it wasn’t a Metallica concert, that much was certain.

Joe just laced his shoes when a car honked outside of the house. Nicky put something into the inside pocket of his jacket and held out his hand. A taxi waited for them in front of their house and Nicky opened the door for him. Joe climbed in and Nicky followed. He didn’t tell the driver their destination, so he assumed he already knew.

“Come on, Nicolò,” Joe almost whined. “Tell me!”

“Don’t worry, amore, you’ll see in a few minutes.”

The driver brought them to a hotel in Valletta, one that had a stage for concerts, he remembered. And then he saw the concert posters.

“An Édith Piaf Tribute Concert?” he blurted and turned to Nicky who just pulled out two tickets.

“Yes,” Nicky nodded. “There are ten different singers who sing her songs,” he said then.

“But… you don’t like chansons,” Joe said and Nicky shrugged.

“But I like you,” he said with one of his almost smiles. “We’re together quite a few days now and you should know by now that if you’re happy, I’m happy, too.”

“I’m very happy,” Joe grinned.

“Then I’m very happy,” Nicky murmured and kissed him.
From: (Anonymous)
a;jsak;lfjdas; this fic continues to deliver a much-needed daily dose of happiness. thank you author!!
From: (Anonymous)
Aw, he took him to a fancy concert! I love this series so much, Joe deserves all the best things

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