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Year 2023 Month April Day 29

Prompt Dated 29/4/23

Response No : 1

Poem No : 36

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Featured Poem :

Our featured daily participant is A Writer Without Words, where the “index” poem for Day 28 doesn’t just give us index entries for something delicious, but does so in abecedarian fashion.

Chocolate Index

By Candace Shultz

Awesome flavor

Beware of heat

melts in hands

Candy bar favorites

Almond Joy

Kit Kat

Reese's

Snickers

Delicious

Eat it when

depressed

happy

hungry

in the pantry

kids aren't aware

watching TV

Fudge

Gives joy

Hot cocoa

I want to eat chocolate now

Just one piece

Kisses

Bite sized

Can't just eat one

Let me have some now!

Melts in your mouth

Never leave home without it

Out of chocolate

Ask a friend

Go to store

Send husband to get more

Trick-or-treating

Pairs well with

graham crackers

marshmallows

mint

peanut butter

strawberries

try it on everything

Questions

Do I savor it for myself?

Do I share?

Rich taste

Scrumptious

Tempting

Unwrapping

Fast if eating it all at once

Slow if saving some for later

Voracious appetite

Will love it forever

Xocolatl

Aztec hot chocolate

slightly bitter

spicy

Yummy

Zealous for chocolate

Now that I've finished my poem, please excuse me while I go into my pantry and eat some chocolate.

Posted 8 hours ago by Candace

Poetry Resource :

Today’s featured resource is Brevity Magazine’s archive of craft essays.

When the poet Tom Lux revised his own work, he used an approach he referred to as “lenses.” He took multiple passes over a poem but only focused on one aspect per pass. If he was reading the poem through the “cliché lens,” for example, he only looked for clichés. Then he might take another pass with the “verb lens,” looking for passive voice and questioning every verb ending in -ing (e.g. the dubious “looking” and “questioning” in this sentence). Then another pass with the “line break lens,” and so on.

Lux’s approach can be useful for nonfiction writers, too, because it gives you a specific and limited job for each pass. As an added benefit, your understanding of your manuscript and its architecture will deepen with each reading draft, so that after several passes with different lenses, you’ll see the bones of the manuscript more clearly than you could after the first or second read.

Prompt :

Start by reading Alberto Rios’s poem “Perfect for Any Occasion.”

Perfect for Any Occasion

Alberto Ríos - 1952-

Pies have a reputation.

And it’s immediate—no talk of potential

Regarding a pie. It’s good

Or it isn’t, but mostly it is—sweet, very sweet

Right then, right there, blue and red.

It can’t go to junior college,

Work hard for the grades,

Work two jobs on the side.

It can’t slowly build a reputation

And a growing client base.

A pie gets one chance

And knows it, wearing as makeup

Those sparkling granules of sugar,

As a collar those diamond cutouts

Bespeaking Fair Day, felicity, contentment.

I tell you everything is great, says a pie,

Great, and fun, and fine.

And you smell nice, too, someone says.

A full pound of round sound, all ahh, all good.

Pies live a life of applause.

But then there are the other pies.

The leftover pies. The ones

Nobody chooses at Thanksgiving.

Mincemeat? What the hell is that? people ask,

Pointing instead at a double helping of Mr.

“I-can-do-no-wrong” pecan pie.

But the unchosen pies have a long history, too.

They have plenty of good stories, places they’ve been—

They were once fun, too—

But nobody wants to listen to them anymore.

Oh sure, everybody used to love lard,

But things have changed, brother—things have changed.

That’s never the end of the story, of course.

Some pies make a break for it—

Live underground for a while,

Doing what they can, talking fast,

Trying to be sweet pizzas, if they’re lucky.

But no good comes of it. Nobody is fooled.

A pie is a pie for one great day. Last week,

It was Jell-O. Tomorrow, it’ll be cake.

Originally published in The Dangerous Shirt (Copper Canyon Press, 2009).

Now, write your own two-part poem that focuses on a food or type of meal. At some point in the poem, describe the food or meal as if it were a specific kind of person. Give the food/meal at least one line of spoken dialogue.

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My Food Poem on Prompt

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Poem Title :

FIRST OF THE SEASON : MANGO ICE- CREAM

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Part 1

Time for Mango Ice Cream, I said.

It’s April 29 already. Summer slips by in a jiffy.

The Ice-Trays are still in the Pantry, she said.

I’ll wash them and dry them.

I’ve stewed the slices of the Bambaiyya Alphonso

( Rs 1200 for 6 - Rs 200 for a Mango - would you ever believe it ? )

Lovely slurpy sugary Mangoey Syrup with bits of juicy Pulp

Floating tempting in the Golden Goodness of it

Blended it all with thick creamy Milk -Are you ready?

I asked, and she was, and we poured the mixture

Into the Ice- Cream Tray and put it in the freezer.

I can hardly wait for lunchtime. It’s only 11 o’clock now.

Part 2

It freezes fast. If it doesn’t , I’m happy with a slushy slurry—

Who wouldn’t be ? Mmm- yumm - I’m humming

As I cream the roasted Courgettes with Garlic and season them

With Salt and Oregano and set out Crusty Bread

I can imagine the Dainty Ms Mango Ice- Cream

Turning up her pert tart- sweet Milky Nose

At the garlicky smell of the Courgette Chutney

And saying , “ Wash your hands and gargle

“ Before you sit down to dessert . How do you think

I feel about that Raw Garlic smell ? Ugh ! “

I’m embarrassed at the earthiness of my tastes

But damned if I’m going to gargle in the middle of my meal

I’ll settle for a glass of still earthen-pot cooled drinking water

To clear my palate between courses, though. Lovely lunch.

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Poet : Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia

Poem 36/29 th Day

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fantomcomics · 2 years

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What’s Out This Week? 7/20

We’re melting send help oh great heavens

After The Rain GN - Nnedi Okorafor, David Brame, & John Jennings

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Blink #1 - Christopher Sebela & Hayden Sherman

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Box Of Light GN - Seiko Erisawa

The spooky tale of a haunted convenience store. A quiet convenience store hovers on the boundary between life and death. Its faint glow in the darkness draws people toward it, pushing them closer to the final purchase they'll ever make... and is that a monster in the magazine aisle?! Prepare for spooky creatures, cryptic employees, and an air of delightful dread in this supernatural mystery. This beloved self-contained tale was awarded a top spot in both the Kono Manga wo Yome! and Kono Manga ga Sugoi! rankings in Japan.

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It is 1928. Veteran of the Great War and part-time private eye Guy Horn travels to a remote community in Western Canada to retrieve his estranged brother from the clutches of a dangerous cult. As Guy struggles to gain control of his own personal demons, he's tantalized by the cause and its charismatic leader, Brother XII.

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Clay was trained by her father to be an expert member of the thieves' guild. Since her father disappeared three years ago, she's been using her skills to search for him in a dungeon filled with goblins, a Minotaur, and all manner of other dangerous creatures. When Clay reaches deeper than anyone ever has before, she meets the caretaker of the dungeon. To her surprise, Clay is invited to join the staff! And thus begins Clay's new job-to learn the inner workings and behind-the-scenes secrets of the dungeon from the inside.

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A terrible beast has haunted the citizens of Poletown for decades. Although the monster hasn't been seen in years, disappearances and gruesome killings still plague the townsfolk. Determined to clear her family name, Red hunts The Great Wolf in hopes of exonerating her grandmother, who lives in exile for spreading terrifying propaganda.

She Bites #1 - Hedwig Hale & Alberto Hernandez R.

Elsie Baker is a 134-year-old vampire in the body of a 9-year-old girl. Sick and tired of stupid adults treating her like a lost little girl and not letting her buy cigarettes, Elsie decides to hire a babysitter to be her chaperone. Enter Brenda Zielinski, a suicidal teenager in search of some quick cash so she can buy a one-way ticket to Scotland to jump off a cliff. Despite the generous payday, it turns out that babysitting a vampire might be more trouble than it's worth.

Weed Magic GN - Brian Phillipson, Jordan Lichtman & Alex Cormack

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Locust: The Ballad Of Man #1 - Massimo Rosi & Alex Nieto

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A collection of over a dozen short stories for the hit anime by Kunihiko Ikuhara! After accidentally breaking a statue of a mythical kappa, junior high students Kazuki, Toi, and Enta are transformed into kappa themselves as punishment by Keppi, prince of the Kappa Kingdom. Keppi has a task for the boys if they want their bodies back: work for him to hunt down zombie kappa born of twisted human desires. Even scarier though? They're going to have to expose their own deepest fears and desires to each other to do so!

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chelsiegeorgia · 2 years

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Alberto is quick to learn that he’s not in fact the scarier of the two

This AU lives in my head rent free

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bobtheacorn · 2 years

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You know what? Real life has been taking up too much of my time/attention lately so let's talk about Uncle!Alberto headcanons! Do you have any headcanons for Giulia and/or Luca's parents? (either how they react to the pregnancy or how they interact with Giulia's baby) I don't know why I am so curious about this, but I really am! Hope life is treating you and your daughter well!

I’ve got a few and I’m happy to indulge!!

we’ll bop it under a cut bc i dont know how to shut up! <3

I think Giulia’s mom would be the backbone of this operation tbh! She moves back to Portorosso (at least temporarily) since Giulia is going to be living there and raising a baby there; she’s not missing this for the world! She’d show up once Giulia was a bit further along and she’d stay to help with the baby and be with Giulia bc being a new mom is stressful (and wonderful!) and babies are A Lot and she knows three men are going to be absolutely useless (if not well-intentioned).

She would be the one constantly reassuring Alberto and Luca that human women have been making babies for LITERALLY FOREVER and that Giulia is a hardy healthy girl, and that she’s going to be fine, and the baby’s going to be fine, and there’s nothing to worry about.

Her and Alberto team up to make the nursery something fun and comfy and special for both Giulia and the baby! Alberto makes all the furniture and does carvings into the baseboards and door frames, etc, and he helps Giulia’s mom plan and paint an ocean mural with a beautiful nebula of stars.

Also this reminds me of something you mentioned in a reblog of that one post that I think I meant to reply to and instead lost in my drafts (rip) so I’ll just add it here: I think that Luca would quote the baby book at Giulia enough that she would start to get Cranky about it. Luca says something like, “but the book says you’re not supposed to ____” or “you’re supposed to ___ a certain way” and Giulia is eventually like “DOES THE BOOK HAVE A UTERUS? OKAY THEN”

After that, he would talk to Giulia’s mom about whatever was worrying him (as opposed to having Alberto confront Giulia about it), because Luca still doesn't like to be confrontational except under duress and he doesn't want to stress Giulia out because he read that stress is bad for the baby but her mom is allowed to say whatever she wants if it is a real concern because she actually made a baby once (Giulia) and also she does have a uterus lmao. Also he would probably talk to Giulia’s mom a lot about it anyway bc he’s grown up with her and he trusts her.

Daniela probably tries to be helpful but her advice is stuff like, “Baby teeth are sharp but they don’t have a lot of strength behind them so if it bites you it won’t hurt too much.” And, “If their jaw locks just bop them on the nose, you won’t hurt them I promise.” And, “This type of seaweed paste is great for mites and lice.” And, “This lullaby always put Luca right to sleep *unholy screeching*!”

Watching For Predators While You’re Foraging 101.

Babies WILL FLOAT AWAY FROM YOU, it’s easier to keep up with them on a tether.

REMEMBER WHICH PATCH OF SEAWEED YOU PUT THE BABY DOWN IN THEY ALL LOOK ALIKE

Also tbh? I think once the baby got here that Daniela would be really excited about it after the initial shock of oh my god humans carry it in their bodies for nine whole months what is wrong with this species - and I think that Luca would actually be jealous of it. Like jealous of the way Daniela interacts with the baby and is so FUN and stuff, because yeah obviously Daniela played with him when he was little but he was HERS so she was very focused on keeping him Alive and Out of Danger so she was a bit overbearing and more strict with him than she probably is with Giulia’s baby.

Like, Alberto would be jealous of other people holding the baby because he wants to bond with it and he wants (needs) it to like him, but Luca would be jealous of the actual baby almost any time that Daniela came over and picked it up and he would have to grapple with that.

Massimo is the SOFTEST grandpa ever. He holds that baby and rocks it and sings to it and whenever Alberto is being stingy and carrying it off all Massimo has to do is sigh and look sad about it and Alberto just hands the baby off to him. The baby adores him. Massimo adores the baby. And d’you know what melts everybody’s damn hearts? Coming into the house in the evenings and seeing Massimo asleep with the baby asleep cradled in his one arm. Giulia takes photos.

Also “no” is one of the first key things a baby manages to say so of course the baby says “nonno” before it says anything else and makes grabby hands at Massimo. (Alberto is indignant about this.)

Also also, Giulia is HIS baby so he dotes on her big time, especially when she’s in her 3rd trimester and primarily sitting on the couch complaining about how much the baby is squashing her poor bladder and/or begging Alberto to sit beside her and read or sing something to her so it will stop kicking her in the ribs long enough for her to take a nap in peace.

Lorenzo is a lil bit awkward with kids and babies but if you hand one to him he’s like “oh okay” and he just cradles it. He talks to it like it’s an accountant or something, but then he has that big goofy mustache so the baby just howls with irrepressible giggles the entire time it’s in Lorenzo’s arms. He forgets ONE (1) time that human babies will not just chill out in the open air beside you if you let them go and accidentally drops it.

Giulia just laughs it off bc the baby is obviously fine (a little thump now and then won’t hurt it; “they bounce at that age”) but Alberto literally stands over him glowering every other time he tries to hold the baby.

#pixar luca #alberto scorfano #sorry for sitting on this for so long RL do be throwin punches lmao #also sorry for posting at like 1 am my new work schedule is DUMB ToT #thank u for the distraction i needed some serotonin #uncle alberto

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sunnyoldbear · 3 years

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Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified.

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them.

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there.

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days.

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something.

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does.

Gains quite a bit of muscle

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot!

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts!

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

#luca movie #Luca #pixar luca #luca pixar #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #massimo marcovaldo #giulia's mom #death tw #maybe? just in case

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today-only-happens-once · 3 years

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missing from here, missing from me

Fic title: missing from here, missing from me

word count: 3347

summary: Alberto goes missing. Luca manages as best he can, which is not very well at all. Alberto/Luca, Luca and Giulia as close friends, and some dad!Massimo angst in the background.

warnings: angst with a happy ending, crying, tension in friendships and family dynamics at times, missing person, mentions of/allusions to experimentation, reckless decision making. Please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: First time writing for Luca and it’s an absolute angst fest. Would love to know what you think! Played with structure and style here too, so I hope you enjoy it! <3

Luca knows before Giulia’s mother has hung up the phone that something is very wrong. Alberto is the first thought in his head, and it’s the one that does not let go.

He stands up so fast that he knocks back the chair he’d been sitting in as Giulia’s mother gasps. It clatters against the wooden floor and he should probably pick it up but his feet are rooted to the ground and his hands cannot let go of the edge of the table. Giulia says something, but she sounds like she’s in a faraway tunnel. Her touch on his arm is the only thing that keeps Luca from bolting out the door.

Giulia’s mother says little. “How long ago?” she asks into the reciever, followed by a “We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

Luca’s stomach has a lead weight as Giulia’s mother turns brown eyes onto her daughter, and then to Luca.

“It’s Alberto,” she confirms. “He’s missing.”

The train ride is long. The Italian countryside passes by in a rush of greens and blues and grays. Luca looks out the window and thinks that it would be more beautiful if he was on a Vespa, with Alberto’s chest vibrating beneath his arms as he shouts with eurphoria.

Missing.

Alberto has been missing for 13 hours and Luca feels like there’s a part of him that’s missing too.

His own mother and father, in their human forms, are there at the Marcovaldos’ place when Luca opens the door. Giulia runs straight into her father’s embrace, pressing her tear-stained face to his broad shoulders. His rumbling voice offers words of reassurance that Luca doesn’t hear.

Luca stands in the doorway and feels lost.

His mother takes a step towards him, says his name. Luca cannot bring himself to move.

“Where is Alberto?”

The police had already come, Giulia’s father explains as the adults drink coffee and Giulia drinks water and Luca tries not to throw up. What if he’s dead? Luca thinks and then immediately: Silenzio, Bruno.

There’s a crease between Signor Marcovaldo’s thick brows and a hunch to his shoulders. He is gripping his mug of coffee so tightly Luca wonders briefly it if might break apart in his hand.

“We’ll find him,” Luca’s father says. Luca opens his mouth to respond when he realizes that his father is looking at Signor Marcovaldo. That the words of reassurance were not meant for his son, but for the other father in the room.

Giulia’s dad sets his cup on the table in front of him and walks out of the room without responding. Luca sees the way he about to slam the door before he stops it, and closes it softly.

His parents offer to take him home. Luca uses as few words as possible to explain that he would rather stay here. In case there’s news. Luca expects a fight that is parents don’t give him.

His mother hugs him extra long before they leave. Luca returns it, if only because he knows it will help his mom feel better.

They promise to come back in the morning. Luca nods. He bites his tongue from asking them to stay, too. What if they disappear like Alberto?

Giulia is quiet that night. Luca sleeps out on the hideout and tries not to feel like the weight of Alberto’s absence will send him tumbling through the floor and crashing to the ground. Giulia leaves the window open and for that, Luca is grateful.

“Luca?”

“Hm?”

The silence that follows is suffocating.

“Do you think Alberto… ran away?”

“No.”

“I’m scared for him.”

Luca knows that he should offer some words of reassurance. That’s what friends do. But he cannot speak past the hardening lump in his throat and he stares at the lights above him that Alberto once insisted were anchovies and can feel his chest pulse with an ache he cannot name.

Alberto was always the one to quiet the fear inside of him. Silenzio, Bruno, Luca thinks fiercely, and swallows when he realizes that voice sounds an awful lot like Alberto.

Luca smooths his hand over the poster to adhere it to the wall. His hand does not linger no matter how much he wants it to. Neither does his gaze. If he does either for too long, he will begin to cry.

“C’mon,” Luca tells Giulia when he can feel her worried stare boring into the side of his face. “We have more posters to hang up.”

“Hey,” she says, putting her hand on his shoulder.

He shrugs out from under her grip. “I’m fine.”

He knows that he is a terrible liar. He knows that Giulia can read him better than anyone. He waits for Giulia to call him out on it, unsure of what he will say in response.

She says nothing. She can, after all, read him better than anyone. So she hands him the next poster, and they get back to work.

I’m gonna fix this. That was his promise to Alberto a year ago. He wants that to be his promise now. He wants to say it—wants to scream it—wants it to be true.

Luca doesn’t know if he can. He thinks of the clock at the bottom of the ocean and wonders if it is still counting the seconds. Luca is.

He makes it to noon before he cries.

Signor Marcovaldo starts to make Trenette al Pesto and stops halfway through. Luca watches from the dining room table as his parents and Giulia’s mother have a hushed conversation in the next room over. Signor Marcovaldo’s hand wavers as he reaches for the garlic cloves, then drops to his side.

“Perhaps we should… order something instead,” he says.

“Papa—”

He leaves. Giulia sighs. When she starts chopping the garlic, Luca busies himself by draining the pasta. He pretends he doesn’t see Giulia wipe her eyes on the sleeve of her striped shirt, and he decides to return her watery smile.

“Maybe he ran away,” the police say the next day. Early afternoon sun filters through the open windows, the salty ocean air tickling Luca’s nose.

“He didn’t,” Luca interrupts. He has spent most of his life not knowing things, but he knows this. Alberto didn’t run away.

“Sweetheart,” his mom begins, and Luca’s stomach rolls. He steps back when she reaches for him.

“He didn’t.”

“I know he’s your friend, kid,” one of the officers tells him, “but we found plans and maps at that island you said he used to spend his free time at.”

“That’s different,” Luca says, his throat tightening. “That was before. He wouldn’t run away! The life he has here is important to him. I know it.”

“Luca—”

“No! I know Alberto! He didn’t just run away.” Luca can feel his heartbeat pounding in against his ribs, like it wants to break free of his confines of his chest. As desperate to reach Alberto as the rest of him is. Luca’s eyes flit over the room to settle squarely on Signor Marcovaldo, who stands in the corner and stares at the floor.

“He wouldn’t abandon the people he loves,” Luca insists.

Signor Marcovaldo’s gaze rises and steadfastly meet’s Luca’s own. “And we won’t abandon him.”

“You’re going to collapse if you keep going like this,” Giulia tells him quietly the afternoon of the following day, in the middle of the town square. Luca can feel the rain against his scales and dripping off his fins.

“I’m fine.”

“Luca, you’re not yourself—”

“What do you want from me, Guilia?” Luca snaps. “I’m trying to find Alberto, and I don’t know where to look, and I don’t know who took him or why and I can’t sleep at night because I don’t know that he’s safe and I never got to tell him—”

Luca’s voice fails him when Guilia grabs him and pulls him into a hug. She doesn’t let go for a long time. And when she feels Luca’s shoulders jerk with an aborted sob, she just squeezes tighter.

Luca sleeps for a few hours the third night. He wakes up when the door opens and Signor Marcovaldo’s broad frame is silhouetted against the light form inside the house. He is wearing his hat and has a lamp in his hand. Luca slides down the ladder and calls out to him.

“Luca. You should be asleep.”

“Are you going to look for Alberto?”

There’s a beat, and Luca wonders if he’s going to lie to him. “Yes.”

“I want to come with you.”

“It is late—”

“Please, Signor.”

Luca looks up at him. He can sense, more than see, the way Signor Marcovaldo looks at him. Close and studying, as if trying to parcel something out. Whatever it is, he seems to find it, as he looks in the direction of the town, and then back.

“Alberto cares very much for you, Luca.”

Luca’s heart stutters a little. His lungs squeeze. “And I for him, sir.”

A heavy hand lands in his hair and ruffles it. “I know. Come. Walk with me.”

Luca had learned much in his year at school. He learned about stars, and spelling, and addition.

He did not learn how to deal with this.

He did not learn how to count the hours when the days bleed into sleepless nights and time itself starts to lose meaning. He did not learn how to stop counting the minutes, as if counting to sixty a million times will stave off the way his vision blurs on the edges if he stands in one place for too long.

Luca throws a tarp over the rusting Vespa and wishes that the hole in his heart could be covered as easily.

When Luca becomes too exhausted, he sleeps. When he sleeps, he dreams of Alberto.

The dreams are a patchwork quilt in memories. Alberto’s sun-warmed shoulder brushing against Luca’s, the teasing quirk of his eyebrow, the stretch of his spine when he planned to put himself firmly in the way of danger. Then the echo of take me, gravity as he disappears down the edge of a cliff to dive into the water below.

Luca follows, every time.

Alberto disappears.

Every.

Time.

Luca stares at the anchovies (stars, he knows, hot balls of gas lightyears away from here but Alberto is not here and Luca wants to hold on to the parts of Alberto that he can with both hands) when he hears the phone ring.

Signor Marcovaldo picks up on the first ring. Luca realizes he must have been waiting. He wonders how many nights he spent at the kitchen table, also unable to sleep. Luca glances at the still-open window to Giulia’s room, sees her light immediately click on, and wonders if maybe nobody in this house has slept since Alberto went missing.

Luca sits up when he hears Signor Marcovaldo knock on her door.

They have a lead. Signor Marcovaldo sits on the edge of Giulia’s bed. Looks at Luca through the window. Found some fabric that matched his shirt a few miles north.

Luca slides down the ladder to the ground so fast he feels his palms rubbed raw from the rope burn.

Luca tears the tarp off the Vespa and kicks it into gear. He hears his name being called from the house, the thundering of footsteps down the stairs after him.

“Wait!” Signor Marcovaldo calls to him, but all Luca has done for the past week is wait.

He feels a sudden weight on the back of the Vespa and sees Giulia yanking on a helmet.

“Go!” she shouts in his ear.

He turns the Vespa north and goes as fast as he can.

Luca races the moon. Portorosso gives way to a tree line, thick with the scent of dew and dirt. He thinks he can feel Giulia’s hands shaking around him, but he does not know if that is the thrum of the Vespa beneath them or if her anxiety is an echo of his own.

All he knows is that Alberto is north. So that’s where Luca wants to be.

“STOP!”

Luca sees it at the same time Giulia does and brings the Vespa to a lurching halt against the dirt trail they had been following. Giulia tightens her grip on Luca to keep them both from careening off the vehicle.

Luca blinks at the figure in the road, clearing the spray of dust from his eyes.

The moonlight filters weakly through the leaves of the canopy above them. Luca can barely see, but the headlight from the Vespa offers enough of a glow to make out the form that stands on the path. Just far enough away from the light to be a shadow in the darkness.

Luca tentatively climbs off the Vespa and takes a step forward. It has been over a year, but Luca has seen that same silhouette in his dreams every day for a week.

“Alberto?”

The answering voice is raspy and hoarse, but its familiarity thunders in Luca’s head. “L…Luca?”

And then Alberto collapses.

Luca does not reach him before he hits the ground but it’s a close thing. “Alberto!”

The bottom of Alberto’s tank top is torn, he cheeks gaunt. Parts of him are blue scales. The base of his skull has purple fins that fade up into his soft tower of curly hair. Almost like he had gone for a swim, and not fully dried off.

“He’s bleeding. And I think he has a fever,” Giulia says quietly, and only now does Luca realize that she is kneeling on the other side of him. Luca hears her voice as if he’s underwater. There’s something off about it, he knows, but he cannot place it.

“C’mon, Luca. We have to get him home.”

The trip home is quiet. They sandwich Alberto between them and Luca drives even faster on the way back.

Alberto’s weight and heat against him is a reminder of his presence—heavy and warm and here—but it’s not as comforting as Luca had thought it would be. He’s hurt. He’s sick.

I’m gonna fix this, Luca thinks, and guns it even faster as Portorosso comes into view again.

Luca does not know what he expects when he pulls up to the Marcovaldo’s home. He had not thought about it. Giulia is pulled aside by her mother, hushed and harsh words shading the concern from which they originate.

Signor Marcovaldo says nothing. He pulls Alberto up in his arm and disappears into the house. The churning in Luca’s gut spikes the moment Alberto disappears from his view, so Luca follows.

Giulia’s father takes Alberto back to his room, ducking into the small doorway. Luca lingers at the threshold and watches.

“Never do that again,” Signor Marcovaldo says as he lays Alberto down in his bed. It’s not until he turns to look at Luca in the doorway that Luca realizes he was speaking to him, not Alberto.

It is not a promise Luca can make. Not when he can see the rise and fall of Alberto’s chest for his own eyes.

“I had to, sir.” Luca takes a step into the room. “Is… Alberto going to be okay?”

Signor Marcovaldo turns to him, then sighs. He wordlessly places his hand on top of Luca’s head as he passes by.

“I need to make some phone calls,” he says in lieu of an answer. “Watch him for me, Luca.”

In the hours that follow, Luca does not leave the room.

Giulia’s mother comes in and lectures him about running off. Giulia tries to come to his defense—“we found Alberto, Mamma! Can’t you just leave him alone?”—but Luca shakes his head and apologizes, even though he is not sorry.

Signor Marcovaldo has a doctor attend to Alberto. Infected, the doctor says. But treatable. I believe he will make a full recovery.

Luca pretends he does not hear the relieved tremble to Signor Marcovaldo’s breath in response.

Luca is alone with Alberto and the sun is just barely peeking over the ocean’s horizon line when Alberto wakes up.

Alberto’s hand twitches in Luca’s. His green eyes crack open, and Luca leaps to his feet.

“Luca?” His name falling from Alberto’s mouth—dry and raspy as it sounds in this moment—is nearly enough to make Luca’s knees give out from under him.

“Sì, sì, sì.” Luca fumbles for the glass of water and straw on the table beside the bed. “Here.”

Alberto does not look away from Luca’s face as he drinks the water. Luca knows this because he, also, cannot bring himself to look away. As Luca pulls the cup away and turns to call for Signor Marcovaldo, Alberto’s grip on his hand tightens.

“Wait,” Alberto says.

In this moment, Luca does not believe himself capable of denying Alberto much of anything. So he stops, and turns back.

“You’re really here?”

Alberto has never sounded so small. When he touches Luca’s cheek, Luca goes very still.

“Sì,” Luca whispers.

He watches as Alberto’s green eyes flood with tears, and then hears the creak of the floorboards behind him. When Luca glances over his shoulder, he sees Giulia’s father in the doorway.

“Alberto,” Signor Marcovaldo says, and Alberto breaks.

Luca has to leave the room when the police come to get Alberto’s statement, but he hears whispers of it amongst the adults late at night when he is supposed to be asleep.

Word of sea monsters is spreading, Giulia’s mother says. You said Alberto said they were talking of research? I do wonder if it may have been more about experimentation—

Signor Marcovaldo’s rumble interrupts her. He escaped, Giana, and they raided the warehouse. They are not a threat any longer. That, and Alberto’s forgiveness, is all I care about.

Massimo, it’s not your fault—

It is, came the firm disagreement. Dio mi perdoni, but it is.

Two days later, Alberto sits in the hideout beside Luca and watches the sunlight filter through the leaves above them.

The quiet between them is filled with the sounds of Portorosso around them: children playing soccer in the town square, fishermen calling to one another on passing boats, seagulls squaking as they pass by overhead. Giulia was working on selling what remained of the family’s stock of fish, so her idle chatter is nowhere to be heard. Luca closes his eyes and listens mostly to Alberto drumming his fingers against his own stomach.

Alberto had been quiet in the days since waking up. Luca didn’t press him on it. The sound of the breath passing through his lungs and his footsteps when he walked was enough for Luca.

“Hey,” Alberto says suddenly.

“Yeah?”

“I never thanked you for coming to find me. That night, in the woods?”

Luca frowns and looks over at him. Alberto is still staring at the sky. “You don’t have to thank me. Of course I’d come for you.”

“Yeah, I just…” Alberto trails off, then sits up suddenly. Startled, Luca sits up too. Alberto turns to look at him, his green eyes intense. “I… I feel like I knew that. When I was… there. I can’t explain why, I just… I just knew.” He grabs Luca’s face in both of his hands.

Luca swears his heartbeat stops all together, then starts thundering in his chest. “Alberto—"

“I…” Alberto swallows. His eyes search Luca’s face like he might vanish if he so much as blinks. “I wasn’t sure I’d see you again. I fought my way out for you, but even then, I… I wasn’t… I couldn’t be sure, but I kept thinking—”

“Silenzio, Bruno?” Luca supplies, and turns to kiss Alberto’s palm against his face.

Alberto’s answering laugh is watery and thin as he presses his forehead against Luca’s. It is the most beautiful thing Luca has ever heard in his life.

#luca #luca fanfiction #luca/alberto #luca/alberto fanfiction #alberto scorfano #angst #missing person #experimentation cw #crying

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softielaces · 3 years

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The day is finally here, the day that Luca and Guilia are arriving home from school. The whole crew awaits their arrival on the train platform. Well, almost everyone.

Chapter 2

*All speech will be colored according to the speaker. The colors are as follows: Luca, Guilia, Massimo, Mr. and Mrs. Paguro, Alberto, other characters.

**Warnings: Brief cursing**

"Shit! Fuck! Dammit!" Alberto runs down the crowded streets of Portorosso, tiny pebbles biting the soles of his feet like little needles, arms flailing through the air like he's hailing a taxi cab, cheeks beat red from the brutal sun.

Alberto does realize it's late. Not only is it late, it's very late. He was supposed to meet Massimo at the house over two hours ago to pick up Luca and Guilia from the train station but, as it often does, time got away from him. He swears the last time he looked at the clock, it was 9 AM and he practically had half the day to waste before meeting Massimo.

Now he's running, and he's running fast, maybe faster than he's ever run before. He's halfway across town, a 25-minute walk but at the pace he's going, a 7-minute run.

He was trying, really trying, to do it right this time. He made his way down to the florist with the intention of picking out some flowers to give to Luca upon his return, but he spent too long deciding, contemplating, catastrophizing and now he's got a headache, a bitter taste in his mouth, and no flowers for his best friend. Not to mention, he's 2 hours late with nothing to show for it.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow your roll, sea monster." Ercole laughs loudly as Alberto turns the corner of the town square.

Alberto doesn't have time to entertain Ercole today and he knows it, but he also knows Ercole won't leave him alone and let him go without at least a response.

"Out my way, Ercole. I don't have time for this." Alberto uses the opportunity to catch his breath, gather himself a little before making the last stretch to the house.

"Easy, 'beto, wouldn't want you to bite me. After all, isn't it true that sea monsters kill humans?"

It burns Alberto's skin when people say things like that about him, about his people, about Luca.

"No, we don't. Not unless they deserve it."

Ercole laughs and looks Alberto up and down, only just noticing the disheveled fashion of his hair, his clothes, his character. It was so unlike him.

"Where are you going?" He asks genuinely, through a thick accent.

"Luca."

"He's back from Genoa?"

"Yes, and I'm late." Alberto takes another look at his watch.

Ercole dismisses Alberto with a flick of his wrist. Alberto turns away immediately, grateful to be back on the way to the one person he's been looking forward to seeing all year.

He reaches to tuck a loose strand of curly brown hair behind his ear before realizing he can't remember the last time he cut his hair. Did he look like he hadn't been taking care of himself? Would Luca think he was sloppy? Lazy?

He isn't- Alberto takes a lot of pride in his appearance. He started wearing sunscreen, polishes his nails on occasion, and even irons the wrinkles out of his clothes! He guesses he just hasn't been paying as much attention to his hair recently, having never really having to worry about cutting his hair before. For whatever reason, maybe the fact that he's human almost exclusively now, his hair has been growing at an alarming rate. It's really odd, actually. He wonders if Luca will notice, if Luca will point it out. He hopes he doesn't.

Lost in thought and a little taken over by heat exhaustion, Alberto didn't even realize he was standing on the front porch, gasping for air, sweat coating his freckled cheeks, his nose, every part of his back. He tries to pull himself together quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, but also not wanting to walk in looking a mess.

"I just swear I heard-"

Luca pushes open the front door, eyes wide and youthful, a smile slowly spreading across his blushing face.

Alberto stands with one hand still working out a knot in his hair and the other on his hip with his ring finger hooked on his belt loop. His eyes just as wide as Luca's, he bites his lip.

He quickly removes his hands and places them politely by his sides, like he had meant to do the first time.

"Luca, I-" Alberto tries to explain, tries to fix it, tries to make it better.

"'Beto!" The smaller boy exclaims before jumping into Alberto's arms.

Immediately, the heat of the sun on his exposed skin doesn't feel so warm to Alberto. He notices how weird this feels now, how he feels so warm on the inside, like some frozen part of him is melting. This is everything he didn't realize was missing. Luca being here, saying his name, being in his arms, safe from the world, it's everything.

Alberto breathes in the scent of Luca's hair, sea salt, lavender, and mint. He tries to dissect every part of this moment, wanting to remember, needing to savor.

"Luca." Alberto all but sighs into Luca's ear, the breath on his ear making Luca giggle and pull away.

Luca stares at Alberto and Alberto's not quite sure if he's waiting for something or if he's just taking it all in, but the pleased look on his face suggests the ladder. His eyes soften when he looks at him, his lips upturn, and his cheeks glow a deep shade of pink. This makes Alberto smile, just knowing Luca's here, Luca's with him, and Luca's happy.

There's a sort of lightness in the air, everything Alberto had been worried about, all the things he's done wrong, every moment he had to spend alone- it all melts away when Luca smiles at him like that.

"I can't believe it's been 8 months. It's like...it's like I never left."

Luca's eyes pass over every part of Alberto, his eyes, his smile, his curly hair, the glisten of sweat on his skin, trying to make sure he's real, that this is real, that this time he's not going anywhere.

Luca knows, for all realistic purposes, that he's the one that left, but it didn't feel that way. It felt like when he stepped off of that platform in Genoa, a part of him was missing, was back home in Portorosso. Like the parts of himself he loved the most weren't there anymore, and being here with Alberto again after so long, he knows what it means.

Sure, he recognized his feelings for Alberto a long time ago but he guesses he never really realized the depth of those feelings. He knows, standing across from Alberto with this huge goofy grin on his face, that he loves him.

"Luca?" Alberto places a hand on his friend's shoulder.

That's when Luca realizes that Alberto had been talking the whole time and he had missed just about...all of it.

"Did you even hear anything I just said?" Alberto laughs, pushing Luca playfully.

Luca laughs, too, and admires that adorable contagious laugh Alberto has.

Luca shakes his head and Alberto smiles and throws an arm around the smaller boy.

"Welcome home, Angioletto."

#luberto #luca x alberto #luca movie #pixar luca #gay

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zani-is-a-stan · 2 years

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I have been rereading bites of the Harry Potter books recently and … sometimes Harry is like … beyond a terrible person. His actions right after Sectumsempra are real distasteful indications of his character.

Look, no one says that a main character HAS to be a good person. Like, the entire entertainment industry had rules about this that are being broken now. (In the original toy story, Pixar had a very documented meeting about how Woody wasn’t allowed to go toooo far in his bad behavior to express his resentment of Buzz. In Pixar’s most recent flick, Luca and Alberto, the lead and the second BOTH do something that is about the worst possible thing they can do in the moments that they do it. This never would have been allowed a few years ago.)

The writing of Harry Potter is interesting in that there are very selective decisions made about which of Harry’s feelings the reader gets to know. What are Harry’s emotions, the first time he opens Christmas presents he wasn’t expecting from Molly Weasley? We just have to imagine. When Ginny dates another boy, suddenly there’s a monster in his chest. There’s a lot of show-don’t-tell going on, maybe too much. Maybe the extent to which Harry is a blank slate contributed to the books’ successes because it allowed people to more easily project their own feelings onto him, similar to the argument Scott McCloud presents about simplified drawing of faces in ‘Understanding Comics.’

Also, when I was a kid reading Harry Potter, even at the time the whole house elf thing left a weird taste in my mouth. The ‘oh no, they *like* to be servants’ registered as real yuck to me even then. I was an adult by the time the final book came out, and I did not care for how Harry was deliberately trying to screw the goblins. Isn’t he supposed to be the good guy? Now as an adult, I find the division of good and bad people by appearance quite gross. And like … the centaurs seem to have assaulted Umbridge? And it’s described in a way that seems like ‘ha ha, look what happened to the bad guy!’

Anyway, Harry accidentally slashes up Malfoy, almost killing him. We all know it was a mistake, because we’re the readers, and it’s described to be clearly a mistake. We all know he had some kind of probable cause, because he interrupted Malfoy’s crucio. But after that? His biggest concern is to not give up the spell book he learned the curse from, not to get pulled out of potions class … because that would mean his career of choice would be denied him (and he has such a promising future). Now I could be wrong, because I was skimming sometimes, but I don’t think I saw a single reference after Snape arrives in the bathroom to Harry having any kind of concern for the person he accidentally almost murdered. From then on it’s just hate for Snape, trying to avoid the consequences of losing his dark magic spellbook and plain old resentment that he has to get yanked off the sports team and go to detention because *he fucking almost killed someone*. Like, he doesn’t lose any sleep over it. I don’t think he even shows concern about Draco surviving - although that was neatly written out of being needed as we see Draco get up and walk out of the bathroom. If anything, the ‘Roonil Wazlib’ bit is supposed to break up the whole encounter with a joke and make it seem less serious.

It’s kind of gross. R*wling … well, we all know she is gross and wrong about some of her philosophies that specifically hurt children. I think she is also super wrong here. She goes out of her way to say that she doesn’t understand why girls would romanticize Draco, because he’s not a nice person. But like … Harry’s not all that great either. She just decided he was The One and wrote his story.

#harry potter #Draco Malfoy #missed in the first reading of half-blood prince #harry potter reread

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japannkenn · 3 years

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(Luca) Summer Heat (rated M) (unpublished/random pieces that I wrote)

Luca doesn’t like children, which is weird, because he technically is one? (He hadn’t been eighteen for that long, and things still felt the same) He does feel bad about it. He’d dealt with them over his years of study in Genova which was always a hassle, but it wasn’t his fault.

He didn’t know why he was intimidated by a couple of adolescents, just on the brink of consciousness of the world around them. Not old enough to worry about things bigger than how fast they can eat their gelato before it melted in the summertime heat.

He guesses he’s one to talk. Even if it’s been three years, he doesn’t feel like he knows anything. He may not be much better than these kids. He doesn’t know who he is. He thought he did. He thought he was starting to figure it out.

That’s why it’s so shocking to see how second nature Alberto is around a band of rowdy twelve year olds in the water, teaching them how to swim. And maybe they weren’t rowdy—just much too much for Luca to handle. He can’t believe how patient he is, how he humors their antics and how easy it is for him.

And he can’t believe how good he looks in that tiny red Bagnino tank top, iridescent purple scales shimmering in the sunlight, practically calling him.

Luca knew this was going to happen, so he brought a book to look down at if Alberto happened to turn back and steal a glance, lest he be caught staring. Because that would be the end of the world considering some of the things they’d done already.

There was a squiggly, fine line to their relationship.

And besides, he wasn’t good with kids. But it was fun to watch anyway. It doesn’t mean he didn’t feel bad.

“Va bene,” Luca hears him laugh from the water, a young girl looking up at him with a red tinge to her cheeks that definitely wasn’t from the setting sun. “If you can hold your breath for ten seconds, I’ll buy you another gelato.”

“Really? And I can pick the flavor?” Her eyes sparkle.

Alberto pauses comically. “No, no. I still get to pick the flavor,” his voice is giggly, and Luca’s heart wants to burst with affection and love.

“Hey! Non è giusto, you have to buy me one too!” A little boy pops up from under the water, eyebrows furrowed up at Alberto.

“Twenty seconds, then?”

“See that one right there?” He points to the same ragazza that he promised a gelato after he’d come back on the shore for a short break, sitting down beside Luca in the sand.

“Uh-huh,” he watches her as she makes a show of back stroking, glancing curiously at Alberto.

“She’s got a massive crush on me.”

Luca scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Ah, I bet that gets your ego nice and excited doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah,” he jokes, unwrapping an energy bar from his bag. He takes a bite, a quiet moment passes by and Luca awkwardly looks back down at his book. “Nah. I’m just wondering what I did to make her see me that way.” He says idly.

Luca chews his lip anxiously, incredulous. He starts to wonder if this was a trap. What was Alberto trying to do to him?

Whatever it was, it was working.

The Vespa was surprisingly still in commission, ready for a summer of rides down The Downhill, through the narrow roads, twists and turns to the piazza.

But Luca preferred Giulia’s bike whenever he could if she wasn’t using it. But he’d never admit it out loud that the reason he likes pedaling instead is because he thinks it’ll help him become more like Alberto. Physically, anyways. He was quite jealous, really, in this delicious, sensual way.

Actually, he thinks he’d tell Alberto the reason, if only he would ask. He wishes he would ask. He probably never would, because it was almost like he already knew.

“Don’t you wanna ride your fancy Vespa instead? Why do you need my bike?” Giulia even asks one day, putting Luca on the spot as he’s hopping on for a twenty minute cycle around the piazza.

“Let him use it. He needs the exercise,” Alberto says coolly from the porch, Machiavelli slung helplessly over his shoulder as he’s bringing him back inside from a bath.

Luca’s heart drops, his face burning red.

It’s almost annoying how bold Alberto is about it. No, it definitely is annoying. And Luca is tired of being constantly envious of his ever growing muscles. “Everyone’s bodies are different, you know?”

Luca glares at him. He’s trying to wash the dishes and not even Alberto was a fun distraction anymore. Just plain annoying. Stupid, dumb Alberto. “Haha,” he sulks.

“What works for me may not work for you,” he shrugs, scratching at his chin and appraising Luca’s body for a moment. What’s worse is that Luca can feel it, each little thought in his mind. What’s even worse is that in a matter of days, he’d become so self conscious about something he hadn’t ever thought about for more than five minutes.

Sure, he’d done his fair share of comparing himself to people, and especially Alberto. But he’d always had a summer fixation, whether that was a good or bad thing depended. It was always Alberto. And it wasn’t always good.

“If you’re really that worried about it, I can help you.”

Luca pauses, squeezing the sudsy dish sponge in his scaly hand. His first thought is to be defensive about it, and he is, but it’s a much lighter approach when he says with a little chuckle for good measure, “I’m not that worried about it.”

“But you are,” Alberto outsmarts him in that easy breezy way, winning another point for the Fluster Luca game. “Just a little. Right?”

When he turns to glare at his asshole of a friend again, he’s got that grin on his face, like he’d proven something, caught Luca in another lie the same way he could when they were fourteen, knowing and unbothered. It’s annoying.

Grumbling, he forces his attention back to vigorously scrubbing some dried alfredo off of a dinner plate. “I could give you training lessons. Just me and you.”

To keep from short circuiting, Luca laughs again, awkwardly.

Training started at eight in the morning the next day, on the beach. Alberto says they need open space to promote a healthy work environment, but Luca just feels put on the spot. He relied on the fact that Portorosso was a sleepy town, and it was unlikely that anyone would be awake this early. Besides the pescheria. Which is probably eighty percent of this town’s population.

Carp.

“Like this?” He asks breathlessly, trying to keep in tune with a swift jog in place, his entire body burning for all of the wrong reasons, not that he feels his ten-pack forming, but he can tell Alberto is watching him. Hard.

Alberto hums, scratching his chin. “No.”

***

Ferragosto this year is when he platonically-maybe-not-so-romantically falls in love with Alberto and Giulia all over again. They’ve got her old radio blasting the anthem of summer’64, il gatto e la volpe, and Luca can’t explain how excited he is to hear it again.

Fireworks burst over the astounding view from The Downhill. They’re finally old enough (well, excluding Giulia, but two legal adults were enough) to be out on their own under the influence of at least two glasses of wine.

It wasn’t that much, but Luca can’t help how giggly he feels, throwing his head back to sing, “Noi scopriamo talenti e non sbagliamo mai,” at the top of his lungs, delighted when Giulia takes the next verse.

“Noi sapremo sfruttare le tue qualità!” Her voice is shaky and cracks unexpectedly, but to Luca, it’s like music to his ears. Another firework rockets to the sky, bursting loudly.

“Dacci solo quattro monete e ti iscriviamo al concorso,” Alberto sings next, stumbling over the words and his voice is incredibly off key, but Luca beams at him, suddenly wanting to cry.

“Per la celebrità!” They all sing together, bursting into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

He never wants this to end. He wishes this bottle of wine were bottomless, so that the three of them could lay here in the grass forever underneath the inky black sky, lit up by colorful explosions, wiggling his toes freely in the wet grass, his two favorite people in the entire world right by his side, just like every summer.

But it’s going to end. It always did. That was the reality of it, and he always faced it. But just for a little longer, he could enjoy it knowing there was always next year. For now, he could be irresponsible and enjoy this. A little longer.

He reaches over, turning the radio up to the highest volume, cheering loudly over it.

Lui è il gatto ed io la volpe, stiamo in società

Di noi ti puoi fidar,

di noi ti puoi fidare,

di noi ti puoi fidar

There’s plenty of places to makeout in Portorosso, but somehow they’d ended up behind the house because—oh, now he remembered—it’s almost time for dinner, and they wanted to be back before sundown.

Admittedly, Luca was disappointed that nothing intense had happened on their little day trip to Isola del Mare, and to him it was a waste. He never did well with mixed feelings, and he couldn’t help not being talkative on the walk back to the Marcovaldo household.

If Alberto asked, he’d just say he was tired. Which wasn’t exactly a lie, just not the whole truth— because, merda, the swim there and back really isn’t a cakewalk or anything. He felt near exhaustion, leaning slightly against Alberto as they stumbled down the narrow road, street lamps lighting the dusk night.

He doesn’t know what kind of person he’s becoming, but it most definitely isn’t practical.

He stumbles to trail along when Alberto unexpectedly yanks him behind the dark alley-like space between their house and a neighbor’s and Luca groans confusedly because he’s already a little frustrated with Alberto, even if it’s childish and petty.

“What are you—,” A flame ignites like an explosion in his chest when Alberto roughly slams him against the concrete wall by the shoulders, sucking in a deep breath when he feels his chest pressing firmly against his. “Why—,”

All Alberto does is laugh, and Luca would punch the stupid grin off of his face if he could see it in this light. “What’s that you said earlier? Sono felice? If that’s true then why haven’t you said anything since?”

Luca grumbles. “I’m just tired.”

“Uh-huh, right,” he says knowingly, releasing his tight grip on Luca’s shoulders to drop one arm by his side, the other hand planted firmly on the wall by his head instead. It makes Luca feel worse (better? He doesn’t know), the choice to leave or stay looming over him like a playful tease. “You’re upset I didn’t put my hand down your pants earlier, aren’t you?”

“Don’t make fun of me.” Luca’s face heats up and he makes a weird noise of repulsion. “It’s stupid of me, I know,”

“I’ll tell you what…”

Sometimes or more often than not this summer, he doesn’t recognize himself as a top student in Genova, or a loyal son who herded goatfish for most of his life. It’s weird feeling different and thinking about himself like this. And Alberto, his dear friend who showed him this new world above the surface, is now his lover, a little more than just a friend, all and everything in between, and he’s different.

It’s strange.

This was certainly… unexpected.

When they finally come inside right in time for dinner, they’re skittish, and Giulia gives them a look that’s definitely more knowing than confused, but she’s uninformed nonetheless, and Luca can’t help but giggle. He feels like a brat.

He accidentally bumps into Massimo, rustling away from Alberto’s tight grip on his arm. He mumbles a quick mi scusi, sitting down in his seat. “Lo giuro, ragazzi,” Giulia grumbles exasperatedly, setting down cups of water around the table.

Luca steals a glance at Alberto as he picks up his cup for a sip, darting his eyes away quickly when they make eye contact.

“Ragazzi.” Signor Marcovaldo says sternly, and Luca and Alberto flinch. “Help set the table.”

“Certo, certo, sorry about that, papà,” Alberto rushes to the counter, leaning over to take two plates at a time. He sets them on the table, getting the last two. Right as Luca decides he should get up and help too, Alberto is on his way back to the table and they narrowly miss stumbling into each other, Luca letting out a strained little chuckle as they stare stupidly at each other.

Giulia clears her throat loudly, arms crossed.

Luca and Alberto immediately look at her, breaking out into awkward laughs.

“What is it with you two? Veramente,” she takes a seat beside Alberto after he finishes setting down the plates. Luca is next to stand beside Massimo at the counter, grabbing silverware. He can feel his heavy gaze burning holes through his head as he quickly rinses them in the sink, and if he just hurried then—!

“Luca.” Massimo grumbles. Luca flinches again, willing himself to look up at the man towering above him.

“Si?”

“Calmati.”

Luca shivers, drying the forks quickly in a towel. “Oh, sì, scusa,” he rushes back to the table, giving everyone their silverware before shakily taking his seat again. He catches Alberto staring at him again, and he slightly raises his eyebrows like asking stai bene, and Luca nods quickly.

“For dessert, it’s tiramisu,” Signor Marcovaldo says as he sits down, and Alberto’s eyes light up and he gasps excitedly. “For that, you have Giulietta to thank.”

Alberto frowns. Giulia grins smugly at him, and Luca lets out his first real laugh of tonight. “Ah, come on. Can tonight get any worse?” Alberto groans half heartedly, absentmindedly twirling some pasta onto his fork.

“Sure it can. I helped strain the noodles,” Giulia jokes, her mouth full.

“Oh, is that why you’re feeling so tipo tosto tonight?”

“Of course. It’s more than you ever help out around here.”

#archive of our own #luca 2021 #pixar luca #fanfiction #fanfic #japanken #aged up characters #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #giulia marcovaldo #Luca

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buttsmasher · 3 years

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Caught

[Here's the photo that inspired this]

Warnings/Tags: Straight to Gay, Roommates, Face Farting, Willing Victim, Alpha Male, Name Calling

You’ve had your fair share of roommates in the past five years, but Alberto was the only one that ever had you questioning your sexuality. There was just something about him that radiated man. Like being in his presence was addicting in a way you’ve never experienced. You’ve never had a friend or roommate that you just had to be around. Hell, you haven’t admitted this outloud, but you broke up with your last girlfriend because it was interfering with your time with Alberto. It’s strange.

You’ve never once thought about a man in a sexual way before, but you know deep down that if Alberto asked you’d probably get down on your knees to suck his cock. Just thinking about it is giving you a stiffy. What’s worse is that you get the urges when he’s getting back from the gym or from running around the neighborhood. His smell is intoxicating, which should gross you out, but you’re curious. You kind of want to know what it's like to lick the sweat off his hairy chest.

You shutter as you reach a hand down to adjust your dick.

Honestly, you have nothing wrong with gay people or anything. But you’re not gay, there’s no way. You’ve always been into chicks. Alberto on the other hand, seems to be a bit of a fag basher. He definitely has made it known that he knows he’s superior than the fags at the gym (his words). Which is definitely keeping you from trying to make a move on him. Instead you’ve taken it upon yourself to steal his sweaty boxer briefs.

Which is a weird development in all of this. You were content with taking quiet sniffs whenever he was near you, usually pretending you had a runny nose. But now, you’re getting off on his boxer briefs. And you can’t pick if you want to sniff his musky pouch or his ass sweat, which, woof. His ass was rank.

You always assumed it probably was. You’re not going to deny that your shower routine doesn’t always include washing your ass. But it smelled like Alberto had gone a week without washing his. Somehow that made it all the more pleasurable for you.

So there you are, sitting on the floor of the living room. Watching Netflix and sniffing on his gross boxer briefs. Alberto shouldn’t be back home for at least another two hours, he always works till 3:00 on Tuesdays. Your hand is in your sweatpants idly stroking your hard cock. Your mind is running through several different scenarios of you getting on your knees for him, or him forcing you to sniff his sweaty armpits.

“Fucking knew it.”

Your eyes fly open as you see Alberto standing in the entrance of the living room.

“Are those my Jockey’s?”

You pull the boxer briefs away from your face as you stare in horror.

“I thought it was weird my undies were disappearing and then reappearing a week later. I should’ve known you were a fag.”

“Look dude, I can totally explain.” You panic.

“Nothing to explain. You just like huffing and getting off to my swamp ass.”

“It’s not like that.” You try to defend. “I’m straight.”

Alberto laughs. “Yeah, sure you are. So, if I pull my jeans down right now, you wouldn’t crawl over to me and try to put your face in my ass.” You freeze as your mind short circuits. “Don’t put too much thought into it fag. You crave a real man, and here I am.”

“I-I” You struggle to get a thought out.

“Shh, don’t speak.” Alberto pulls his jeans down. “Instead put your face in my sweaty ass.” You can't take your eyes off his hairy ass. You bite your lip, this has to be a trap. “You’ve got ten seconds before I put it away.” Without thinking you jump over to him and plant your face in his crack. “There you go, where a good fag belongs.”

You take the opportunity to sniff up and down his crack. Like you thought, his scent is overwhelming and everything you’ve ever wanted. Which you wouldn’t have thought a year ago. But this is perfect.

“I know what you fags want. You want a real man to take control and tell you what you want. Like how I know, you want this.”

PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTFFFPRPPRFF

The fart hits you like a freight train. It smells of rotten eggs, however you can’t seem to pull away. Instead you’re sniffing just as hard as you were before.

“See! Fags love this ass. You’re no exception.”

PFFFFFF

A short airy fart blows across your face and you move your nose so it’s right against his hole. You take a deep whiff and moan against his ass. More of the rotten eggs, but this time a hint of something else.

“Can you tell what I had for lunch?” You shake your head no. “How about now?” He hikes his leg up slightly.

PFFFFFBBRBRBRBFFFFFBBRFFFFFFTTT

Gods it’s intoxicating being under his manly ass. There’s no way you can tell what he ate because you’re too preoccupied with getting his tainted air into your lungs.

Alberto sighs above you. “Jeez, you fags are so dumb.”

PFFFFFBBRRFF

“Open your fucking mouth.” You do as he says, making sure your mouth is open against his funky smelling hole.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

The fart echoes in your mouth making Alberto laugh. It makes you cough and gag as the taste burns down your throat. You are about to pull away when Alberto moves his hand to keep you in place.

“This is what you want, remember?” And he's right this is what you want. You stay put as he keeps loading your mouth up with farts.

PFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFTT PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

Another two of his loud farts go down your throat.

“My ass is your god fag.”

PFFFFFFFFFTTTT

He finally lets you go so you can pull away. You face away from him as you hunch over to cough. The farts were way too much for you and your face feels hot.

“If you want to get close to my ass, you do as I say. Is that clear fag?” He says gruffly. You can only nod your head yes as you try catching your breath. “Go do my laundry and I’ll let you jack off while you huff on my ass.”

You get up off the ground and avoid eye contact as you walk to his room.

“And I swear to fucking god, if a pair of my Jockeys are missing I’ll make you regret it!”

You gulp, knowing that he means the threat. Besides you’re a good fag after all, and you’ll listen to a real man.

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peachtree-dish · 3 years

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A Te Che Sei il Mio Grande Amore Ch. 7: Niente ti farà del male piccola

23 Gennaio, 1970

The first indication of Luca’s growth spurt began with his school blazer suddenly feeling too tight as he raised his hands in class. The second indication came from bursting seams on his pants and his pants becoming more like capris as he wore them each day. The third time his inseam split, Signora Mia finally resigned herself to the reality of new clothes. Now, standing in front of his mirror, Luca could see the changes he had been too busy to notice before. His body was lengthening and becoming more svelte, with his legs becoming toned from cycling around the city. His face had slimmed down, losing most of the baby fat and child-like roundness he had grown accustomed to for most of his life.

The only features that hadn’t changed with time were his eyes; richly brown with flecks of gold and red. Luca wondered what Alberto would think of when he saw him. His friend’s voice had begun to deepen when they spoke two months prior, and Luca had all but melted into the warm depths of that voice. Would Alberto have a similar reaction to seeing Luca as he grew into himself? His thoughts were mildly put on hold as a gentle hand knocked on his bedroom door seeking permission to enter. Giulia entered, her hair damps from her bath and her skin glowing from the warmth of the water.

Dante and Luisa had left about an hour ago, having visited for after-school studying. He was not overly excited for their upcoming midterms, and with the added stress of assisting the teachers, he felt nervous about how his grades would fair. She plopped none too gently on his bed while the sounds of Signora Mia’s poor singing and the radio blasting in the kitchen echoed into his room.

“They’re playing the Beatles again?” He inquired, picking up the familiar tunes under Mia’s caterwauling. He pretended to brush imaginary dust from the light blue shirt he was wearing while strains of ‘Let it Be’ floated through the air. Giulia grinned and nodded, wincing when her mother’s voice reached for a particularly high note.

“I think Beatlemania has finally bitten her.” She rolled onto her stomach and faced him. “Were you going to try on the clothes we bought?” She inquired. He flushed under her scrutiny, not wishing to appear vain, and instead opted for sitting nonchalantly in his chair by the window.

“No, I was just thinking about changes.”

“Like what kind of changes?”

“The physical kind; I didn’t realize we were growing up.” Giulia hummed in thought. Just like her mother, both women had a gift to perceive and understand those around them with hardly any words or context.

“You don’t seem overly happy about it?” She cautiously pried.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly, it’s something new.”

“Well, if it helps, you look good in your new wardrobe. I can hear the swooning girls now.” Giulia grinned wolfishly. The thought of girls noticing him more made Luca nervous and uncomfortable.

“I sure hope not,” he looked out the window to the hues of sunlight bathing the coral and cream houses orange. The lighting reminded him of Porto Rosso, and in turn, reminded him of Alberto.

“Don’t you want to start dating? Dante hardly shuts up about girls and most everyone in your grade is going out. Unless you’re only allowed to date sea monsters.” He continued to avoid her gaze, instead focusing on a flock of pigeons strutting along the rooftop to the left.

“No one interests me here.” He hedged after a moment.

“Not even Luisa?”

Now that got his attention.

“Ew, what? No!” He wagged his arms in horror, nearly losing his balance on the chair.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Giulia soothed, baffled at his reaction.

“No offense to her or anything, I just… no. Definitely not.”

“Bene, she’s not interested, if that helps.”

“Why did you ask her?”

“I never said I did,” Giulia blustered, pink spreading across her face. Luca just stared at her with an unimpressed expression. She laughed nervously, glancing to the side.

“I was just curious,” she mumbled. She began to wrap strands of hair around her fingers, obviously avoiding his gaze now. A light suddenly clicked in Luca’s brain.

“Do you like her?” Giulia’s head snapped up and she glared at him.

“Do you like Alberto?” She shot back.

Looking back at this moment, Luca would realize he should have felt fear, or nervous, perhaps even anger, but Giulia’s question felt like a shock to his system. A switch flicked on and flooded his body with realization and for the first time in years, Luca understood everything.

A shock of laughter escaped him, “Yeah, actually. I do.” He laughed again, this time harder, unsure as to why tears were starting to leak down his cheeks, staining them green. Luca pressed his face into his hands as his laughter turned into hysterical gasps for air.

“Actually, I-I think I’m in love with him.” Oh shit, shit, shit, shit. “O mio Dio, I’m in love with my best friend, Gules.” He didn’t hear Giulia move until her arms were suddenly wrapping around him and she was awkwardly rubbing circles into his back.

“Is this okay?” She asked. He could no longer form words, so Luca nodded his consent instead.

When he eventually calmed down and the only evidence of his initial panic were the scale tracks on his face and neck, Giulia quietly went to grab him a glass of water and held it out for him to take.

“Sorry, that was dramatic.” He whispered croakily. Giulia laughed kindly and patted his shoulder.

“I think dramatic is a requirement in our family. Besides, you already know how I can be too much.”

They sat in silence for a time with their arms around each other, the light outside fading to the familiar dark and loud nightlife of Genoa.

“Per favore, don’t tell my mama.” Luca cast her a look of confusion. “About Luisa.” She amended. “As kind and accepting as she is, I think this is something that would be too much of a sorpresa.”

The red-headed teen scuffed her big toe against the floor, eyes downcast.

“Hey,” Luca nudged her softly, prompting her to look up at him. “She might be the one to surprise you. I’ve never met two people like your parents, Giulia, who truly only lived to make their child happy.”

“Ad ogni modo, I’m still not ready for that conversation. Besides, it’s not like I have a chance. Luisa’s, like, super pretty and smart, and Santa mozzarella! When she sings, it’s incredibile!”

Luca smiled as his friend rambled on about the Sicilian sea monstress, wondering if this was how he looked every time he gushed about Alberto. Eyes bright, cheeks flushed, and an endless amount of knowledge about the one person you consider to be your whole world. It was a wonder no one else knew of his feelings.

21 Marzo 1970

“Santa ziti! You’ve been in love with him this whole time?!”

“Zitto, Ciccio! I’d rather not have the whole town know, thank you.” Alberto flung flour at the blonde’s face, nervously checking to make sure no one had heard them. They were currently working in the kitchen behind the Pasticcini’s front area, with Alberto kneading the dough and Ciccio creating scores in the bread or decorating the more delicate sweets.

Ciccio winced apologetically and lowered his voice, leaning in for good measure.

“Does he know, or have you not told him yet?”

“Of course, he doesn’t know, stupido! I’m trying to not ruin our friendship.

“Don’t call me stupido, and how do you know it would?”

Alberto threw the ball of dough down on the wood surface with more force than necessary, the surrounding flour splattering like snowballs after the season’s first snowfall.

“I just know, é tutto.”

They worked in silence for a while, taking turns with switching pans from the clay oven and glazing sweet rolls with fruit jellies and powdered sugar. When the sun was beginning to set everything on fire, its orange gaze turning the sweet rolls into apricot imitations, Ciccio’s mother brought warm cider and a platter of buttered bread. Alberto liked Ciccio’s mother, she was as warm as the bread she baked and her personality as strong and opinionated as the spices she used. Bella shared the same round features as her son, with a strong nose and bowed lips that were quick to smile. Ciccio once explained to Alberto that he and his mother got their strong noses and blonde hair from Bella’s German heritage, but it wasn’t something they spoke openly about.

Today, Signora Bella’s smile was strained, but it had lost none of its warmth. Alberto knew that meant either some customers had been more difficult than others or some pastries hadn’t turned outright. He recoiled at the thought of her being disappointed in anything he’d done.

“Come va tutto, ragazzi?” She lovingly patted Ciccio’s halo of curls and squeezed Alberto’s shoulder with a large hand. “It’s smelling really good in here. Ah, che bello!” She motioned to the cooling racks on Ciccio’s right. The sweet rolls and scored bread glistened perfectly in the afternoon light and the Signora’s words made Alberto glow as well.

“If you keep this up, Alberto, I may have to bribe Massimo to let me keep you all year long,” she teased. Alberto could only shrug nonchalantly, hoping his pride didn’t show.

“How did the sales go, mama?” Ciccio asked cheerfully, taking a large bite from his buttered bread. Alberto watched nervously, eating his own snack at a slower pace, his stomach suddenly feeling as if hermit crabs were marching and pinching at his insides.

Bella waved the questions away, her mouth pulling sourly at the edges. “Bah, Signor Tafani nearly scared away my customers this morning with his complaining. That man is never satisfied.” She sniffed dismissively. Alberto’s fingers began to pick at the bread, the smaller crumbs slipping from his lap.

“Was there something wrong with the baked goods?” He managed to ask, focusing on Bella’s crocifissione that hung around her neck. The older woman’s hand rested over Alberto’s, pausing the destruction of his bread.

“As I said, piccolo, he is never satisfied. No matter how perfect the bake is,” Her smile was small but firm and it made the hermit crabs release their pinching in his stomach. “God help that poor man’s wife.” Bella sighed heavily as she heaved herself to her feet.

“Ora,” she stood and clapped her hands together and both Alberto and Ciccio swallowed their bread quickly, the butter coating Alberto’s mouth with salt and cream. “Alberto, will you be staying for dinner?”

Alberto’s mouth watered at the thought; the signora’s food was always amazing, rich in seasonings and filled with love. Not to mention Ciccio’s father would usually play his guitar and serenade his family with music and singing. If he drank enough wine, Massimo would usually join in and the resulting cacophony would leave the rest of the family in tears and howls of laughter. Outwardly, the curly-haired teen hesitated, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

“I don’t know Signora, I don’t want to leave Massimo hanging…”

“Bah, but of course he is invited as well, what do you think telefoni are for?”

“To make long distances seem short.” Ciccio supplied cheekily, earning an inconspicuous kick from Alberto. Signora Bella gave her son a bemused look.

“Si, mio figlio, for that too…” deciding that it was safer to not question the odd antics of teenaged boys, Bella left to call Massimo and prepare dinner.

When she was out of sight, Alberto gruffly shoved Ciccio in the side, earning him a loud laugh.

“I think I preferred it when you were trying to hunt me,” he groaned miserably. Ciccio merely grinned.

“It’d be hard to catch a fish that’s already been caught.” Alberto kicked him harder in answer.

28 Aprile 1970

“You want me to start applying already?”

The headmaster grinned expectantly at Luca.

“Ma certo, Luca! You’ve shown so much potential these past two years, which is even more impressive considering your, ahem, background.” The balding man stage whispered behind his hand. Luca could only stare in confusion.

“Why are you whispering, we’re the only ones here?” Signore Bonetti flushed red for a moment, his thin lips disappeared under his obnoxiously large mustache as he frowned.

“It doesn’t matter,” he waved his hand away, his smile returning instantly. “What matters, mio caro ragazzo is that you could have the opportunity for great things.”

“Bene, I don’t know, Signore Bonetti.”

“You don’t know.” The signore’s mustache quivered as he peered at the curly-haired youth before him. Luca shrugged awkwardly under his gaze, feeling a nervous trickle of sweat make its way down the back of his neck.

“I still have two years here and I have to consider prices as well. Moreover, I would like to discuss future possibilities with my family first.” He offered what he hoped to be a placating smile at the headmaster.

“All the more reason to start now,” Signore Bonetti pressed, his hands inching university pamphlets across the oak desk. “Signora Castello has already agreed to help write your application letters along with several recommendations from our staff. And, I should add that we’ve had a growing handful of universities reach out with interest once I sent a copy of your grades.”

Luca sighed internally, he had a feeling that he wouldn’t be escaping this conversation without some sort of agreement.

“How many universities would accept a full-grown sea monster into their halls, Signore Bonetti?” Luca asked bluntly. Thin lips open and closed in an “o” shape. The mustache covering the top half of his mouth reminded Luca of an octopus who couldn’t quite catch its food. He decided to keep that thought to himself.

“Actually, quite a few would be ecstatic, if you were willing to supply their science departments with some information.”

Luca clasped his hands to keep them from shaking. “I will not be some science project that is locked away and never seen again.” He said firmly.

The headmaster quickly backpedaled, “No, no of course not! We would never allow-”

“I’ve seen what humans do to those they consider different. Fear is a powerful, if uneducated, weapon. If I am to go to any university, I do not want them to know about my…background, as you say.” Luca smiled condescendingly.

The bald man paled, his eyes round with shock.

“No, mio ragazzo, I don’t think that would be wise.”

“Bene, if that is everything, I need to head back to class.” Luca stood, he considered the colorful papers on the desk before grabbing the lot and turning towards the door. Signore Bonetti stuttered a farewell to his retreating figure. He didn’t look back.

“What’s got you looking so glum, chum?” Dante’s question sprayed crumbs everywhere, much to the rest of the group’s disgust. Luca glared up at his large friend, dusting the rejected food off of his copy of ‘Fantastic Mr. Fox’.

“Is it really that hard to swallow first then speak, Castello?” Luisa asked, her cupid bow lips curled in distaste.

Dante rubbed a large hand across his face, dispelling a few straggling crumbs from his mouth. Without saying anything, he stared challengingly into Luisa’s eyes and took a larger bite of a dinner roll, the crumbs falling to their doom. Luisa scoffed and turned back to braiding Giulia’s red locks in intricate patterns. Giulia hadn’t said much during their lunch hour, and if Luca had to guess, he would wager having Luisa sit so close with her hands combing through her hair had something to do with it.

They were currently sat outside on the campus grounds, good weather permitting it. Around them, other students sat on benches or laid out on the grass, soaking up the weak rays of spring sunshine. Today, Luisa brought an intricate blanket that they all rested on, with Luca lying on his stomach and Dante munching beside him sitting cross-legged. A very flushed Giulia sat leaning back so that Luisa could access her hair easily.

Dante made to speak again, but Luca interrupted him. “I’ll tell you if you promise to keep your mouth shut and your food inside it.” The larger teen rolled his sky-blue eyes in annoyance but didn’t say anything, much to everyone’s relief.

“The headmaster wants me to start applying to universities.” Luca started, immediately his friends turned to him, their expressions matching.

“Cosa?!” Their table received several odd looks from the surrounding students who were simply trying to enjoy their meals.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Apparently, there are universities already showing interest in me.”

“You don’t think they know about, ya know.” Giulia mimicked swimming, wincing when Luisa yanked her head back into place so she could continue braiding.

“I honestly don’t know, I told Signore Bonetti I don’t want universities to know about it, I didn’t think to ask if he’d already brought it up.” Luca allowed his head to rest heavily against the pages of his book. Up close, the letters were indiscernibly blurry.

“I’ve never heard of a sophomore applying for university before, my mom has never allowed it. Have you been getting tens this whole time?” Dante looked at him incredulously. A red flush crept its way up Luca’s neck.

“That and a few extra-curricular.” He mumbled. Who knew joining the swim team and being the chess club captain would be so impressive?

“Aspettare, why aren’t you happy? Isn’t this a good thing?” Luisa intervened, her honey eyes never leaving her work.

“I dunno, I’m worried about more people finding out, and then there’s Alb- my family, I don’t want to make any decisions without them.”

Giulia shot him a look through her curtain of hair, he responded by nudging her foot with his book. They hadn’t spoken much since that incident happened, something that Luca wasn’t eager to change.

“Ya know, I’ve heard my mom talk about these exchanges that universities will offer to promising students for a few weeks.” Dante tapped his lips thoughtfully. “You’d have to wait until the summer after next to do it, but that would allow you the chance to experience college life without the full commitment.”

“Veramente?” Luca felt a flicker of hope and excitement flicker in his stomach.

“Yeah, take a few classes, sleep in one of the dorms, meet your professors, etc. That kind of stuff.” Dante waved his hand nonchalantly, “You know my mom would be happy to help, it’s her job, but, like, she reaaally likes you. So, instant win.” He popped a cherry tomato into his mouth.

The bell sounded, causing the group of teens to quickly finish what they were doing. With a hum of contentment, Luisa tied Giulia’s hair and helped the other girl to her feet. Dante and Luca helped wrap the blanket up neatly, being sure to shake out any remains of Dante’s lunch. The group split into two and headed to their respective classrooms with the promise to meet after school per usual. Luca’s last two classes of the day were physics and music, and he hurried towards his physics class which rested resentfully on the other side of the school.

As he passed a darkened alcove, his ears picked up the sounds of muffled giggles and whispers. He slowed down against his better judgment and peered around the corner of faded, blue lockers that lined the walls. Two boys, at least a year older than him, were leaning against each other in the darkened hallway. The tall, lanky blonde Luca recognized from the group of teens that Luisa had soaked near the beginning of the school year. The shorter brunette was unrecognizable, especially with him facing away from Luca and most of his body being overshadowed by Lanky.

He knew he was interrupting a private moment, but Luca couldn’t find it within himself to look away. Lanky leaned down and began to gently press kisses to Brunette’s neck who laughed breathlessly in response. Luca felt his stomach flip at the sight, and if he gripped his books harder than necessary, well, that was nobody else’s business. He wondered if Alberto would kiss him like that, or if he would prefer to have his own neck pressed with gentle ministrations. The thought made him sigh forlornly and rest his head non too gently on the lockers before remembering he wasn’t alone. The two boys jerked apart as if burned but Luca was already turning the corner at the end of the hallway before either could see him.

03 Maggio 1970

“Finalmente!” Luisa exclaimed, slumping against her towel in the sand. Luca could only continue to itch at his skin, flakes peeling off and leaving red scores wherever his nails scraped. Next to him, Dante was already removing his clothing, the pale moonlight making his skin glow like marble. The tall Italian hid a yawn behind his hand, his eyelids still struggling to carry their own weight. Due to both Luca and Luisa being sea monsters, it was agreed that they couldn’t attend the beach during the day where people might see them. Thus, it had become a monthly ritual for midnight swims since Luca’s first year in Genoa. With the weather being too cold during the winter, Luca had to settle for long soaks in Signora Mia’s bath.

However, this time around his skin had felt particularly itchy, and transforming during his morning showers had revealed new scales pushing underneath his older ones. He had panicked and ran from the bathroom with nothing but a towel and a shriek. After a rushed phone call with his mother, Luca learned about the extra joys of growth spurts and puberty.

“You’re going to have to swim daily to help your body push out the old scales,” his mother explained in her matter-of-fact way. “Your tail fins especially will need the help and they’re also going to be the sorest.” Daniela’s voice turned sympathetic. “Just a few weeks more and then you’ll be home, we can help manage it from there.”

So, for the past week, Luca with his trio of friends would all pile into Mia’s small, bright yellow Fiat and drive the half-hour to the ocean at three in the morning. Without a second thought, he was in the water, pushing through briny waves allowing the ocean to peel scales away with gentle brushes. His mother had been right, his tail was instantly sore once it unfurled in the waves. The spines along his fins were growing longer and sharper, their bases pink with tender new skin. Luca did his best to stretch his body gently in the dark waters, taking brief breaks to check his location in comparison to everyone else on the beach. The signora could be seen snoring loudly on her quilt and Dante was doing his best impression of a starfish, his face mashed into the corner of the quilt. The only two who weren’t passed out were Giulia and Luisa, who appeared to be in serious conversation near the water’s edge.

Luca dove back into the cool depths, the water burned his eyes in a barely noticeable way, and he wondered if it was because more tourists visited Genoa in comparison to Porto Rosso. There were also fewer fish here, although a stray school of fish could be found here or there. He felt a familiar tug in his chest at the thought of Porto Rosso’s waters. The year was finally coming to an end, with finals taking place for the next few weeks, and then Giulia and he would be heading home. Luca grinned freely as he thought about Alberto again, the tug growing stronger in his chest the more he thought about him. He wanted so badly to talk to his friend about his newfound feelings, but there was also the risk of losing Alberto over said feelings. And then there was the decision of attending university in two years, who knew what could happen during that time? The fifteen-year-old groaned in frustration, sending a burst of bubbles to the surface. A smoothhound shark swam past him, appearing to roll its eyes at his dramatics. Luca stuck his tongue out in defense, not willing to argue with a shark at the moment.

When he rolled onto the beach with a swell, the sun was beginning to crest over the ocean’s face. Giulia and Luisa both nodded to him, neither having moved from their spot on the sand.

“Did you want to swim a bit before we head back?” Luca asked Luisa, already knowing the answer. The Sicilian girl smiled gently at his offer before shaking her head in a negative.

“Is it a self-conscious thing because I totally get that. But just to be very clear, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Luca balked at Giulia’s sudden boldness. The redhead in question looked at him as if to ask why he’d let her say that her face turning the same shade as her locks. “Sorry,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around her knees. “that was too much.”

Luisa had the most genuine smile on her face that Luca had seen in their entire time together. She wrapped arms the color of caffè around Giulia, pressing her grin into her shoulder.

“You’re too cute, Giulietta.”

Giulia looked dazed out of her mind, her face the definition of a satellite that had gone to space and made no motion of returning to earth.

Pulling away, Luisa’s expression turned carefully neutral, and she appeared to be at war with something in her thoughts. As the sun began to pour its warm rays along the sandy shores of Genoa, the young sea monster seemed to come to terms with something. Sighing, she gracelessly flopped forward and began to push her fingers deep beneath the sand’s surface.

“When I was really small, I was taken from my parents by fishermen.” Luisa began slowly, “I was sold to a Circo da baraccone in Napoli, and I was their star of the show. The circus was filled with other people who had anomalies, like me. For the most part, they were really nice.”

“For the most part?” Luca asked quietly. He suddenly felt oddly cold, even with the rays drying his skin.

“Our… master,” Luisa bared her teeth at the word, “was not kind. He wanted perfection instantly and he was very greedy, he barely met our basic needs for food and water. Instead, he would spend money on alcohol and parties with powerful people.” Luisa traced vicious lines through the sand, contrasting light and dark with her fingers.

“When he was particularly ubriaco, he would wake us up at all hours of the night and run through shows with us. Every time we would make a mistake, he would use his whip.” Her fingers stopped. “I was just seven years old.” She whispered.

Beside her, Giulia had become rigid, her face pale and her cheeks were glistening with tears.

“One night, he was more violent than usual, and he knocked over a lantern. The whole circus went up in flames. In all the chaos, my tank broke and I was afraid I would die without water, I’d never made the change before. When I realized I could breathe, it didn’t matter because the fire was too big by that point. The smoke and heat were everywhere, and I couldn’t run.

“But then, Marta came back for me.” Luisa gave a small smile and finally met their stricken gazes.

“She carried me to safety, and we escaped together, never once looking back.”

“Is that what brought you here to Genoa?” Giulia’s voice shook, though she tried to hide it. Luisa turned to her and laced their fingers together and they both held on tightly.

“No, I was only nine. Marta tried to help me find my parents, but I couldn’t remember where I had been taken from and I couldn’t find other sea monsters near Napoli. Actually,” she finally looked at Luca, “you’re the first one I’ve encountered in all these years.”

“I’m sorry,” Luca murmured. Luisa raised her eyebrows in question.

“Don’t be,” She answered easily, though her voice caught, “for the first time, in a long time, I have hope.”

“Anyways,” she continued, “we moved to Sicily to avoid recognition and Marta did what she could to teach me how to be a human, including teaching me my letters and numbers. Eventually, she was able to enroll me into a school.” Here, she frowned.

“I didn’t mean to reveal myself, but there was an accident with water, and I changed. I escaped school, which wasn’t hard to do when everyone is afraid of you. Marta and I fled here and changed our names, she’s sacrificed for me so much and I feel terrible about it.” Tears began to leave pink scale marks over her skin.

“No,” Luca corrected gently. He shared a look with Giulia, and wordlessly they embraced the weeping teen. “You did what you had to to survive. And there is no guilt or shame in that.” Luisa sobbed harder, years of heartache bleeding out and dampening the crystals of sand. They stayed that way until there was no guilt left.

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I’ve been staring at your icon for like five minutes trying to puzzle it out and I’m just gonna bite and ask who’s your header and icon. (I love your blog btw! You always bring such refreshing takes to the HP fandom and it’s always nice to see someone else who’s a Snape fan but doesn’t hate the Marauders. Your philosophy posts are always interesting too, I might not understand some of them but your discussions are always pretty intriguing) Anyways! Hope you have a pleasant rest of your day man

Thank you for the kind words!

As for who are the people in my header and icons, that’s a very interesting question, which I’ll happily answer :) The answer is quite long however, so I’ll add a cut.

All the men represented are related to South American football, specifically Uruguayan and Argentine football. Football is my favorite sport to watch and among my favorites to play (even though I’m very bad at it hehe), and since football is the most important sport in our country by far I enjoy reading about its history here. I chose both pictures because they are in some way relevant to that and I think they look cool.

The men in my icon are the Uruguayan Oscar Washington Tabárez and argentine Gabriel Batistuta, with the man in the suit being the former and the man in the jersey the other. Tabárez is a famous coach, who has been coaching the Uruguayan national team for around 15 years. He revolutionized it, and the team is now back to a respectable level, if not quite its glory days in the first half of the XX century. The picture depicts an event in 1991 in Santiago, Chile where Tabárez got involved in a fight that had broken out between the players of the team he coached at the time (argentine club Boca Juniors) and the chilean club Colo Colo. He was hit with a camera which left his face bloody. Nothing too out of this world for South American football, but still pretty cool.

The header is more interesting. It shows Obdulio Varela, the most revered and legendary figure in Uruguayan football history. He was the captain of the nation team during the 1950 world cup, where Uruguay won the cup for the second time, in what is considered by many to be the greatest final (and achievement) in the history of the sport. The “Maracanazo” as it came to be know, coined after the name of the stadium in which the final was played, the Maracaná.

If I said that it was something out of a movie it would be understating it. It is so ridiculously epic that if a movie included it you would laugh at the forced drama.

In the prelude to the world cup, Brazil was desperate to win their first world cup. While football was already extremely important, Brazil had not yet won the titles that would establish it as the premiere football country in the world, and was desperate to be crowned. So, it decided to host it, as being host gives the host a considerable advantage and increases the chances of victory, and makes victory that much sweeter since the team can celebrate with the whole country.

The tournament was not structured the way it is now, and after the group stages instead of the teams being bracketed, an additional group was made for the four teams who had won classified out of the group stages. They would all play against each other, and whoever won the most points would be champion.

While not officially a final, the last game of the group stages became a final de facto, because the outcome of that game would decide the champion between the teams playing. It was played on the 16th of July in 1950, in front of approximately 200000 spectators, the highest number in any football game before or since. The favored team to win was Brazil, who had won the previous two games and had a total of four points (at the time victories gave two points instead of three). Not only had they won, but they had amply demonstrated their superiority over the other teams, winning 7-1 and 6-1, against Sweden and Spain respectively. Uruguay on the other hand had three points, having tied 2-2 against Sweden and squeaked a 3-2 victory against Spain. This meant that for Uruguay to win the cup the only acceptable result was victory, as a tie would crown Brazil on goal difference.

The atmosphere in Brazil was unbelievable. Not just the stadium being ridiculously packed, but the Brazilian media had created such an aura of victory that most everyone took Brazil’s victory as a foregone conclusion.

The main newspapers of Rio de Janeiro (the city where the final was played) already had covers proclaiming Brazil as world champion, before the game had even began. 500000 shirts with the inscription “Brazil - 1950 world champion” had already been sold. The Maracaná even had banners that said: “Glory to the world champions”. A band had been hired and instructed to play the national anthem of the winning team, but had only been given the Brazilian anthem, as They believed that knowing the Uruguayan one was unnecessary. On their own initiative the band had even made an additional song, titled “Brazil Champions!” The Brazilian government had even minted celebratory coins with the image of the players of the Brazilian team. FIFA also got swept up in the atmosphere, as the president at the time, Jules Rimet, had even written a speech in portuguese (he was French) in honor of the Brazilian champions.

The favoritism even reached the Uruguayan authorities. A few hours before the beginning of the game, the national team where visited by the embassy, who said that all they asked was that they “lose in a dignified manner”, so as to not shame the country. Even the team coach was pessimistic, believing victory impossible, and he had asked his team to play defensively to avoid being crushed.

Obdulio however, knew that this wasn’t they could play if they ever wanted to win. After the coach had left, he gathered his team and said “Juan is good man, but he’s wrong this time. If we play defensively, they’ll destroy us like they did Spain and Sweden.”

The game began. While the Brazilian side was dominant, they didn’t manage to score any goals, and so the first half ended without incident. However, once the second half began, disaster struck, as Brazil scored the first goal of the match at 2′. The celebration from the locals was unbelievable, and there were even a couple fireworks. Varela realized that something was necessary to disrupt the game, since if this was allowed to continue the Uruguayans would lose confidence, while the Brazilians would even more motivated. So he went to complain to ref about a supposed off-side in the Brazilian goal, even though he explicitly knew that the goal had been perfectly valid. Since the referee was English and didn’t speak Spanish, and he didn’t speak English, this devolved into an absurd discussion which lasted several minutes. This effectively killed the Brazilian team’s momentum.

The result of this tactic made themselves known in the 21′ minute, when Juan Alberto Schiaffino scored to tie the game. Will this cooled the audience somewhat, as they hadn’t been expecting it, they were still optimistic, as tying would still give Brazil the title.

Finally, in the 34′ minute, Varela started a play that ended with the ball at Alcides Ghiggia’s feat at the right wing, who fainted that he was going to centre the ball, and instead tried for the goal. He scored. Years later, Ghiggia would say, when recalling the game: “Only three people have ever silenced the Maracaná. The Pope, Sinatra and me.”

Now desperate, the Brazilian team tried everything in it’s power to turn back the result, but it wasn’t enough, and 11 minutes later the game ended and Uruguay were crowned champions.

To say that the result was unexpected would be an understatement. All celebrations were cancelled, the marching band played no songs and there was no award ceremony, but rather the FIFA president discretely handed the World Cup trophy to Varela, who was captain.

Jules Rimet’s recollection of the game is striking.

“Everything was already accounted for, except for Uruguay’s victory. At the end of the game, I was supposed to hand the cup to the captain of the winning team. A showy guard of honor would form form the tunnel to the center of the pitch where the captain of the winning team would be waiting (naturally Brazil). I prepared my speech and went to the locker rooms shortly before the end of the game (they were tied 1-1 and a tie would crown the locals). But as I was walking down the halls, the infernal screaming of the crowd was interrupted. Coming out of the tunnel, a desolate silence dominated the stadium. No honor guard, no national anthem, no speech, not even a solemn award ceremony. I found myself alone, with the cup in my arms, and no idea what to do. In the tumult, I ended up finding the Uruguayan captain, Obdulio Varela, and almost secretly giving him the golden statue, shook hands, and I left without being able to say even a single word in congratulations to his team.”

The event was... traumatic for Brazil. In the days that followed, over 20 suicides were reported. The media didn’t quite now what to do. While Brazil is now famous for it’s yellow shirt, it was not the original color of their sports kit. Rather, the color was white. After the match, the shirt was practically abandoned, and has since been used in only a few games, mostly friendlies or special occasions. And that’s how Uruguay won the world cup for the second and last time. And how Obdulio Varela, became the greatest icon in Uruguayan sporting history. However, while his sporting achievement was already remarkable, it is what he did after the end of the game that makes him even more remarkable. At the end of the game, he was accosted by journalist who bombarded him with questions. When asked how they had won, he murmured “It was luck”, and showed them his back when they tried to photograph him. Instead of celebrating, he spent the night drinking in the bars of Rio, consoling the devastated and crying Brazilians. None of them recognized him.

Brazil’s self-confidence was struck a huge blow by this event, and most feared it would never recover. It eventually did however, and Brazil managed to move past this event, with the help of a certain 17-year-old footballing prodigy. A boy by the name of Pelé. But that’s a story for another time

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Lucille and Eliott met when they were both very young, here is a piece of their love story. They truly loved each other, maybe in a wrong way, but love isn't always an easy thing to live and to do. From 2014 to 2019. From Lucille to Lucas, with a lot of Eliott in the middle.

First sight

August 22 2014, 15:52 Lucille walked slowly beside her mother. Earlier, both had gone to Alberto Giacometti Middle School to formally enrol the teenager. Following the divorce of her parents, Lucille and her little brother had to move into their mother's new apartment, near Flora Tristan square in the 14th arrondissement of Paris. New place, new neighbors, new school... Lucille didn't like all these changes at all. Arriving in a new school without knowing anyone? What a nightmare!

On the grid of the school, the distributions of the different classes were already displayed. Her mother had taken note on one of her many colorful little notebooks. “3rd B, Principal Professor: Mr. Morel”. Lucille didn't care about this information... It was sure now, she wouldn't like this new school. She already missed her friends.

Head down, her teeth with braces nervously biting her lips, the teenager walked in silence. In front of them, walked a small group of teenagers. The four boys were laughing loudly and one of them seemed to be telling a very funny story, punctuating it with great expressive gestures. They seemed to know each other very well... It wasn't surprising! No doubt they had been friends for years. She would never be able to find a place among them or among others. She would spend the year alone, eat alone at the self, come home alone... The voice of her mother and the arm she laid on her shoulders took her out of her dark thoughts.

"It's gonna be alright, darling.” She tried to reassure her daughter as if she had voiced her doubts aloud. "You'll see, it's scary at first but I'm sure you'll make lots of new friends." Lucille raised her eyebrows. Not so sure about that... Having in front of their building, Lucille's mother took the pass from her purse but stopped her gesture before sliding it on the opening post. Her gaze had stopped on the group of teenagers who were now sitting on one of the benches of the small square a few meters away. "These boys are probably at Giacometti too, you should go introduce yourself, it would be nice to know people even before school!" A cold sweat ran down Lucille's spine and she looked up sharply at her mother. "No! No, no, it's ok, I'm fine! -Oh come on!" Lucille looked at her mother walking towards the boys. She followed her reluctantly. What a shame... The girl thought. "Hello young people.” Her mother said as she stood in front of the small group. "We have just moved into the neighborhood and my daughter is going to Alberto Giacometti. She doesn't know anyone and as she is a little shy... -Mom..."

Ashamed, Lucille didn't know where to put herself, at that moment, if she could have disappeared from the surface of the Earth, she wouldn't hesitate a single second. Blushed by shame and paralyzed by embarrassment, she still picked up her gaze from her feet to see the surprised look of the boys in front of them. Of course they think I'm ridiculous, she thought. Still, one of them moved toward her mother and her. "Well... Welcome then. I'm Ali." Lucille looked at him discreetly. He was the smallest and he looked smart. "He's Antoine." Full of pimples but looks very nice. "He's Paolo." Strong guy. "And This is Eliott." When he smiles we can't see his eyes anymore... It's cute.

A nudge and a look from her mother drove Lucille back to Earth. "Ah yes... Uh, I... I'm... Lucille.” She stammered, feeling shame invading all her soul. "Well, mom, can we go? -Ok, ok. See you!" Once inside the building, the girl left her frustration exploding. "Fuck Mom! -Oh oh, watch your mou... -Not only I know nobody but in addition, they now think I'm a big jerk! -Lulu... -No it's enough ! Do not even talk to me!" With these words, Lucille climbed the stairs at full speed, went back to the apartment that she hated so much and ran to lock herself in her room. Definitely, the upcoming year was looking bad...

#Skam France #Fanfiction #Eliott Demaury #Lucas lallement

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BTB background info masterpost #2 (RIS-related characters)

As a followup to this post about general lore, I’ll deal with info and trivia on characters from the non-supernatural side of the story here. Note that, again, 1) I’m not making a summary of the plot 2) this is mostly random notes and trivia, there might be more information on the wiki (which, however, I can’t verify, so I won’t mix it in with mine). There are a few characters that we don’t know much about other than a general idea of their personality through their participation in the plot, so some notes here aren’t detailed but I’m open to suggestions if backed up.

Contents:

Info about RIS members and people (more) related to them

Keith Kazama Flick

Investigator at RIS

Nicknamed ‘Genie’ (=genius in German)

Takes on the role of Canopus in regards to the prophecy (a position previously occupied by Heath Kazama Flick)

Deciphered the Jetblack Epitaph at age 12

Well-versed in mathematics, physics, cryptography and biology (more specifically genetics)

Son of Heath Kazama Flick

Has spent a portion of his childhood at Jaula Blanca living with his father

Had an adoptive sister named Erika

Went to university with her and Gilbert

Was already working at RIS when Erika got assassinated (see: post #1)

Abducted Dead Kyle (Erika’s supposed killer) from the hospital and tortured him

Was exiled to the Archives Division of RIS for 7-8 years as punishment for the Dead Kyle incident

Returned to the Coastal Branch afterwards (at the beginning of the anime, on the anniversary of Erika’s death)

Age unspecified but should be around his forties (is inflexible, has bad stamina

Owns a notebook inherited from his father that contains notes about the resurrected gods, some pages of which are in Koku’s possession

Knows basic survival skills like fishing

His hobby is cooking, especially Gumbo with shrimp, which seems to be his favourite dish

Drives dangerously

His favourite singer in university was Kate Bush

Sometimes inattentive to his surroundings (his documents are expired, doesn’t hesitate to ruin a digital blackboard by drawing schemes for the current murder case)

Doesn’t understand the mindset that leads to murder and considers it an illogical act

Has been suspecting Gilbert ever since Erika was killed but didn’t come forward about it to anyone without solid proof (perhaps out of residue affection towards him)

Could have had a pseudo-incestuous relationship with Erika; however, this is only strongly hinted and never explicitly stated

Lily Hoshina

Investigator at RIS

Around 25

Shorter than 160cm (5′3)

Asian

Left-handed

Holds resemblance physically and in character with Erika Flick

Lives with her father, brother and adoptive brother, Koku

Equal intellectual capabilities to Keith’s but more on the intuitive side

Enjoys food a lot, especially pastries and Zeppole di San Giuseppe in particular

Likes techno music (in which she differs from Erika)

Lively and tends to be snappish when indignated

Extremely persistent

Has some knowledge of astronomy (from a high school ‘sweetheart’)

Kaela Yoshinaga

In charge of informatics, programming and security systems at RIS

Very aggressive when angry

Excellent hacker

Likes drinking

Has a taste for cars (especially Hummers)

Wears an earring in one ear

Dislikes people who complain about society

Has a bit of a morbid fascination for RIS’s murder cases and actually likes being involved in them

Mario Luis Zurita

Work is more centered around direct action than brainwork

Holds the police in high regard

Strong sense of justice

Thinks solving cases one at a time is more productive than focusing too much on the big picture

Brian Brandon

Seen doing online research for the cases

Has a bit of an anxious personality (which also makes him perceptive to the RIS being spied)

Well-versed in cryptography (communicated a message to Keith through the watch)

Boris Meyer

Branch leader at RIS

Oldest member

Knows most things about Keith’s past and sometimes tends to spill them (especially to Lily)

Guards Keith’s gun that can shoot blue steel bullets (Keith asks him to bring it before the Heian-Jin fight)

Struggles with technology and texting

Jean Henri Richard

Long-time RIS member since before Erika’s murder

Undercover Market Maker agent

Has been brainwashed by Minatsuki

Generally well-liked among the team

Likely of French origin (uses his name with the French pronunciation)

Eric Toga

Higher position in RIS comparing to the younger ones, also a long-time member

Has a lot of respect for Keith and claims to have learned everything from him

Tends to be strict but has a habit of snapping when particularly angry or drunk

He was the one who had to arrest Keith for the Dead Kyle incident

Had a plan of his own of kidnapping Dead Kyle but Keith anticipated him due to lack of communication; this event made him value teamwork in the future

Seems to have both connections and good knowledge of informatics (he can get satellites moved on request within a few seconds)

Has a nail-biting habit

Gilbert Ross

Forensic doctor at RIS

Has the prophecy role and codename ‘Regulus’

Keith’s close friend since boarding school who he also went to university with

Has Impulse Control Disorder and a possible additional Dissociative Personality Disorder that functions as a coping mechanism for the former (later post on this to be expected)

Serial murderer due to an innate necessity to kill and a lack of control over it

Son of Alberto Puzo, Jaula Blanca CEO, who was his first victim (Gilbert claims his motivation was his father’s ‘softened attitude towards research’)

Used to have romantic feelings for Erika Flick (whether they’ve been in a relationship at one point is unspecified)

Murdered Erika because she ‘fell in love with the wrong man’ in his words

Has always known about the existence of reggies (possibly through his father)

Proposed and led the attack on Jaula Blanca to retrieve Minatsuki

In close cooperation with Market Maker and reggies, coordinating the organization along with Minatsuki whom he has kept under psychological manipulation since childhood

Covered up his murders by swapping places with reggies before being discovered

Has an underground facility where he commits his crimes underneath the RIS’s building which costs around tens of millions to maintain

Preserves his victims’ corpses through embalming

Most of his actions had the goal of setting up a puzzle for Keith and getting him to commit murder by killing him

Utilized Minatsuki’s brainwashing ability for various ends, among which communicating his messages to Keith and conditioning reggies to confess to his murders in his stead (which he also did with Dead Kyle)

Often hallucinates Erika

He considers murder to be the core of his personality to the point where he gets emotionally hurt upon Keith telling him he doesn’t understand it

Most of his victims are young women similar to Erika (which brings him to target Lily)

Enjoys making video recordings of significant events of his life and rewatching them

Has a strict daily routine which makes him an undetectable criminal

His separate personalities were created to cope and erase the guilt after each murder

Heavy smoker and coffee-drinker (possible reference to the comorbidity between ICD and substance abuse)

Tends to have breakdowns and temper tantrums when things don’t go his way

He’s reminded of Erika by the snow

His favourite band was Blue Öyster Cult

Erika Flick

Keith’s adoptive sister

Physically similar to Lily, the main differences being her taste in music, two star-shaped birthmarks on her shoulder, and wearing glasses

Gilbert was in love with her and they might have been in a relationship for a certain period

Insinuated to have had an affair with Keith (which Gilbert references by saying she ‘fell in love with the wrong man’ and ‘couldn’t keep her emotions under control’)

Murdered by Gilbert, probably out of jealousy

Heath Kazama Flick

Keith’s father

Had the role of Canopus before Keith

Of Japanese origin, has lived in Japan

Cellular biologist (also researching genetics)

Was among the scientists who successfully resurrected the 13 winged gods in the new restoration program at Jaula Blanca

Humanitarian approach to research

Liked being around children at JB, is often seen talking to them or bringing them on excursions

Murdered by a young Minatsuki on Gilbert’s command during the Jaula Blanca attack

Might undergo updates. The next post will be about reggies and resurrected gods individually. For corrections and further questions, send me an ask. Again, I’d point you all towards the wiki, where there are plot-related descriptions as well.

Part one | Part three (soon)

#b the beginning #b: the beginning #btb #meta #b the beginning meta #a lot of this stuff is my personal fanfic reference ftr #thats why theres so many random details #now i realized i WILL make a post about gilberts mental disorders #the topic is really really tempting #esp since the wiki talks about it somewhat erroneously

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When Foxes Come Out To Play

Anonymous: Can I ask for La Volpe AU where two has matching birthmarks that helps them find each other? Maybe they meet each other by Ezio (reader is assassin) and she is badly hurt? Please, there is like nothing about him and you write good, and I need it, and, and... Here I got you a cookie 🍪

A/N: I confess I got a bit carried away at that one and when I noticed I had almost 2500 words! I’m sorry if something is off or wrong grammatically or in the canon, I sold my PS3 and couldn’t come back to check everything in the game, so I tried to do my best with what I can actually remember from it and from Volpe. SORRY ABOUT THE THE SHIT TON OF ITALIAN EXPRESSIONS, I HAVE A FRIEND WHO’S TAKING ITALIAN CLASSES AND I ASKED HIM FOR HELP. Sorry for the long wait, I’ve just entered into vacancy and I’m trying to dedicate myself more into the blog matters. As to not make this longer than it should, I’ll only translate the more “complicated” italian words! I apologize in advance for no one beta’d this before posting.

- Merda - Shit

- Coglione - Moron, idiot. Can also mean asshole.

- Isola Tiberina - Tiber Island

- Grazie - Thank you

- Mia dama - My lady

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You didn’t plan on getting shot by an arrow.

Well, not really.

All that mattered, at that moment, was the mission, until the fight broke out — a fight that only happened because someone couldn’t stick to the plan you so carefully traced; a plan that was, mind you, quite simple. Enter the fortress unnoticed, find the Holy Staff, leave and return it the to the Vatican.

Simple.

Well, that was the plan — until one of the guards decided to cover more area in the patrol rather than sticking to the already scheduled area you had so carefully traced before deciding to get in. But the thing is, your plan had it covered — it was failproof, you see.

And then, there was him. Fabio.

The walking disaster.

Fabio wasn’t by far your favorite apprentice in the Roman Order, but you two worked well enough when such was the need. Despite the man entering the order just before you, you deemed him clumsy and ill-tempered; always eager to pick up a fight and willing to send the stealth out the window — reason why you ranked up faster than him and became an assassin first, much to his dismay.

You could tell the exact moment the guard noticed him, raising his voice and asking the man what he was doing up there — since goddamned Fabio couldn’t be bothered to crouch and allow the target to turn around before taking them down.

No, Fabio had to pull his butcher knife and jump onto the man for the kill. The angry screams and loud thumping sounds as the men squirmed on the floor alerted the other guards to your presence and sent the mission to the airs — you swear.

“Assassini!” the captain of the guard barked and all hell went loose and you could hear Ezio cursing beside you before you both went into action.

There was fighting and blood and screaming. You took most of the archers before they could shoot at Ezio and Fabio — who were at the middle of the fighting, your Mentore swinging his sword easily, spinning to dodge the attacks before recovering and attacking again; Fabio fighting in a much more clumsy and violent way than the most of the apprentices you’ve ever seen.

And then, just when you prepared to jump down and join the fight, already aiming at one of the bulkier guards, it came to you.

The bolt hit your shoulder, a white-hot and lacerating pain quickly spreading through your whole body as you groaned and fell down the roof into the dusty courtyard; the iron tip of it rasping unpleasantly against the stone floor of the fortress. You groaned in agony, clutching your arm and gritting your teeth in an attempt to keep your scream in. Fabio spun around, catching eye of you hurt and quickly looking around to look for your shooter. You caught eye of movement in the second floor balcony and, true to your senses, there was the captain of the fortress aiming his bow on you once more.

“Ezio!” Fabio yelled, shoving one of the most agile guards against the wall, going for slitting his throat. “The balcony!”

You closed your eyes, throwing your head back as the tension in your shoulders made the thick wooden body of the arrow move; your assassin white robes starting to soak with blood — your blood —, and you started fearing you might not make it. When you cracked your eyes open again, you saw Ezio pulling the captain off the balcony; the man falling into the courtyard as Fabio obstructed your vision, crouching beside you and helping you up.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Fabio asked worriedly, guilt covered eyes peering down at you as he wrapped your good arm around his neck.

“Merda, Fabio!” you berated, swallowing thickly as he did his best not to hurt you further. “I’ve told you to wait, coglione!

The man flinched slightly, looking away as Ezio came back to both of you, a little breathless, but unharmed. “Cazzo…” the man swore, looking at you before looking back at his apprentice “You’ll have to go back with Y/N to the Isola Tiberina. Ask Leonardo to take a look at her as soon as you get there” Fabio nodded, proceeding to move along, dragging you with him back to the hideout “and when I’m back, I’ll deal with you. Is that clear, Fabio?” Ezio hissed through his teeth.

“Sì, Mentore” he replied meekly, but you could feel his body tensing slightly beside you.

“Bene.” Ezio nodded. “Go now, waste no time. I shall return before the sun goes down.”

You wheezed in pain, clutching to Leonardo’s arm as he pressed his hand to your bleeding shoulder, his hand steady and expression focused as he asked for a dagger do discard of your shirt. You could hardly remember what happened during the whole thing, the pain causing you to drift into and off consciousness. The leather strap shoved roughly into your mouth to keep you from biting your tongue off doing little to muffle your screams as Giacomo and Fabio held you down so Leonardo could work, cleaning and stitching it to the best of his ability.

You never liked being shirtless in front of this many people — even though the bathhouse was shared by you and many others in the Order, the nudity wasn’t the bothersome part of it.

It was, mostly, your marking.

A big, darker patch of skin in the format of fox head spread between your shoulder blades. It wasn’t common for people to have such big marks — your mother had told you once that “the bigger is the marking, the more important the person will impact your life” and, honestly, you were happy with your position in the Roman Brotherhood. You didn’t want this to change, you dared say you didn’t want to find your soulmate, mindful of the intense connection that would happen straight away and, most likely, making everything you worked so hard for seem unappealing in the blink of an eye.

Not to mention… a fox? You had never heard of or seen people with marks that resembled this animal. It was, mostly, crosses, arrows, domestic animals — even though those were harder to find, you’ve only ever seen one person in the possession of one — and random patterns imprinted into the skin.

You sighed, slowly opening an eye and staring at the door of the infirmary — only two other members were in the room, Alberto with sore muscles from training and Carla with a sprained ankle; both content with just soaking into the quiet bliss Giacomo, the unofficial Brotherhood doctor, offered in his workstation. Leonardo had been gone for quite a while and you hadn’t bothered to put on a new, clean shirt; knowing you’d have to take it off to change your bandages and apply more ointment in no more than a few hours, but at least Leonard had had the decency of wrapping the bandages thickly around your torso in an attempt to keep your modesty away — and you’d make sure to thank him for it later.

True to his words, Ezio entered the room in a brisk walk, a man of medium stature and brown clothes trailing right after him, eyeing the room with mistrust before relaxing; approaching your makeshift bed as Ezio pushed his hood down. “How are you feeling, Y/N?”

You huffed, closing your eyes before giving him a smirk. “Like shit, amico mio.”

Ezio sighed, shaking his head slightly before giving you a matching smile. “I’m glad to see that Leonardo took good care of you.” He stood aside, motioning towards the other man who stood quietly beside him. “This is La Volpe, our contact in the guild of thieves and their leader in Rome.”

Your eyebrows shot up, first at the name — fox? — and secondly at the importance of the man standing before you, right now, with you wounded and curled on your side. You cursed mentally, eyeing Ezio with a venomous stare, your Mentore drawing breath to speak something else—

The man, La Volpe, cut in with a pleasant smile. “Pleased to meet you…?”

You pressed your lips together, forcing yourself to sit down in the stiff bedding to greet him properly; your arm uselessly tied into the sling Leonardo had improvised for you. “Y/N, messere.”

He nodded in acknowledgement, eyes shifting towards Ezio in a manner to indicate him and you noticed he had violet eyes. “Ezio told me about what happened on our way back into the hideout.”

“Sì. I know you need to rest, worry not. Leonardo made this… very clear to me on our way in.”

You chuckled, hissing a bit as the movement immediately hurt you despite the soothing effect the ointment your friend had prepared earlier for the injury. You knew how fierce Leonardo could be when he wanted to, despite his sweet and aloof nature; but the question blossomed into your mind as soon as the pain subsided.“Is your name truly La Volpe?”

The stranger smiled, blinking once before making a small curtsy “Gilberto is the name, mia dama; but I prefer Volpe.”

You nodded in respect, not bothering with his request. You knew of a few apprentices from the poorer districts of Rome who ended up adopting a new name or, even, their nicknames instead of the given names by their families. Some wanted to forget the past, others wanted to keep their personal lives away from the Brotherhood business — and you respected that, just as Ezio always did —, although you wondered his reason why.

“As I said, Volpe found me on my way here and decided to accompany me on the visit to an injured sister and, coincidentally, I haven’t introduced you yet.” Ezio kept going, motioning towards the newcomer and then you.

“Hardly the best time to meet new people, I’d say” you chided, smirking at La Volpe and receiving a matching one in return. It was strange, you thought idly. Usually you didn’t smile or felt at ease with strangers around — not even from within the Brotherhood —, but you felt at an odd sensation of calm around that man bearing a serious expression at you.

“I have to agree with the dama my friend” Volpe chuckled, changing the weight of his body from one leg to another, hands coming up to his hips as he loosened up.

Ezio huffed, laughing as he took one hand to his chest in a mocking offended demeanor. “You can’t blame me for wanting to bring people together. I’m nothing but a man who longs for seeing his friends get acquainted with each other!”

“Sì,” you rasped with a smirk “and I’m best friends with the Pope, Ezio.”

La Volpe chuckled, violet gaze shifting towards Ezio as he tsked and threw his hand up with a smile, then looked back at you with something akin to amusement and fondness at once. You saw the man draw breath, as if ready to speak something when the door opened again, Leonardo entering with Giacomo on his heels, holding an armful of clean linens and dried herbs to be grinded.

“Y/N!” Leonardo greeted in his usual cheery tone, a warm smile spreading through his features as he saw you up. “Are those two keeping you from sleep, mia cara?” You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head slightly as Leonardo’s smile widened even more. “I’m afraid I’ll have to change your wrappings once more, make sure it’s not inflamed, I’m sure you know the drill.”

“Sì, Leonardo” you sighed, frowning your lips at the thought of having Leonardo poking around your sore and stiff shoulder once again.

“Grazie for your patience, Y/N.” Leonardo bowed his head at you as he saw you squirm uncomfortably on the stretcher when Giacomo put the linens beside you and moved quietly towards the pestle to mow herbs for the other patients. “It won’t be long”, he soothed in an understanding voice. “Volpe, can you please bring me the water basil with the flannel in it?”

The thief nodded silently, moving behind to the other side of the bed as Leonardo unwrapped the blood-soiled linens from your body and gazed onto the wound. “Mhm. Interesting. The ointment kept it from inflaming, but I recommend you to stay upon rest for two weeks or so as to not risk compromising the movement of the arm or the shoulder, as well as to avoid a future inflammation…” You bit your lip in annoyance. Almost a whole month put out because of a stupid mistake from an apprentice. You swore you were going to beat the shit out of Fabio in training next time. “Ah grazie, Volpe.”

You shifted slightly, bothered at feeling someone’s eyes staring at the back of your head and Ezio uncrossed his arms, gaze resting at some point over your head with a hint of worry. “Are you feeling ill, amico mio?”. At this, you craned your head slightly as to look back on Volpe, his eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar as he stared at you.

“What—“ you started with a frown at the same moment his hand rose up, fingers delicately finding your mark and traced it with calloused fingertips and then—

Then you felt it.

The warmth and relief you have heard many people talk about, the nuisance of fingers onto your shoulders suddenly falling into the background as the sensation spread down your spine and into your limbs. You heard Volpe suck in a breath, shivering in delight as he obviously felt the same way as you, his other hand slowly coming up to touch your unharmed shoulder in an attempt to anchor himself as you both tried to process the sudden rush of information in your brain, his fingers slowly curling around your shoulder in a sweet and reassuring gesture.

“Mio Dio” you heard Ezio mutter somewhere in front of you. “I would never have guessed...”

Leonardo hummed in agreement “Fascinating, fascinating indeed!”

You didn’t need to look back to know that Volpe shuffled back, circling the makeshift bedding to stand in front of you in hurried steps; hands caressing your cheeks as his eyes searched for yours almost immediately — eyes of the clear evening sky after the sunset, of the clearest and most intense purple you could ever compare them to and that was the only thing in your mind as the thief leaned into you, his shaky breath tickling your face seconds before you felt his thin lips rest upon yours.

The kiss was chaste and quick and you immediately regretted feeling the loss of his lips upon yours, a low groan of displeasure as he pulled away; Volpe rested his forehead against yours in a sweet and heartwarming demeanor, noses touching and tickling with every intake and exhale of breath upon skin. “Finally”, he muttered in a hushed voice, nuzzling into you as you shuddered in his arms.

Volpe caressed your jaw with both of his thumbs, head tilting slightly to press into you a bit more as your good hand came up to hold his arm against your collarbone and, in a heartbeat, you knew your position and disponibility in and to the order would remain untouched — although you felt like you would be participating into much more sneaking missions than before.

#assassin's creed #La Volpe #Soulmate AU #Assassins's Creed Brotherhood #la volpe x reader #others #MAN THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A RIDE #IT'S 3 AM AND I'M FUCKED UP LMAO #No one beta'd this #I hope it's not bad idk i'm nervous ahahahah #look at at all the swear words I learned #I know more but couldn't make them fit in #fluff #sweet #I GUESS IT'S SWEET #I never worked with Volpe before so.#requested

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