#elippo fic

[elippo]

Started writing an elippo fic (as one does) but thinking about making it filippo/elia/federica(/viola??)

#Skam italia #elippo #there’s so much love to giiiiiiive

[dontshipiknowwhatuthink]

Be Brave

Elia didn't feel like a Gryffindor at all. It didn't count how many duels he fought, how many times he had to defend Martino, how many trouble he had been for saving his friends... He thought the hat had failed with him, several times in the past 6 years that thought passed by and didn't really go away.

He wasn't brave like Giovanni, who fought bravery against that Troll in the fourth year or Martino, who come out kissing Nico in the hallways, risking of being expelled when the principal was a homophobe shit. Even Luca was braver than him, defending Silvia and the girls from Incanti's brothers that night at the black lake.

But more of them all, Elia was not brave like Filippo, who had been always proudly himself, laughing at everyone who trying said something cruel at him. He would like to be brave like Filippo, like Martino, Giovanni, Luca, Niccolò. Even Sana, a Syltherin, was more brave than him.

One day, when he had a lot of Butterbear he said to Filippo that he didn't feel brave enough.

He didn't see Filippo angry like that day, who scoled him immediatly.

— Don't you dare same some stupid shit like that again, Santini. You are a true Gryffindor, kind, smart, brave, loyal. Bravery comes in different forms, you understimated yourself a lot—

Elia heart pounded and he smiled.

— Thank you Filo— he said but he would said to him "I loved you in forever and I can't even said out loud".

He said that to Giovanni, a few days later.

— Zì, I knew you love Filo. And I think he loves you to. You should tell him—

Elia shooked his head. It wasn't possibile.

— If you don't try, You would never know if I'm right. And I'm a certificate love wizard, so I'm always right —

— Making a decent Amortentia doesn't make you a love wizard — Elia said, laughing— and Marti and Nico doesn't count as a prove. They are two destined polipetti, it was fate—

Giovanni smiled.

— Do you think love is only fate? — Gio asked him

— No, it's also bravery —

— And knowing when surrender and stop fight. It's trust, patience, perseverance. It's not only bravery, that you had Santini I know how you fight for us, its more —

— It's different with him, he so corageous. He is too much for more –

— You have to make up you mind and I'm sure you will. Take time but don't wasted it—

He took his time. He talked again with Gio, and then with Marti, Nico, Luca and Sana. He learned and understand the way his friends saw him and the way they saw him and Filo. He still didn't think he was enough for the blonde boy, but at least he wanted to try. They had one last year togheter: if their friends were right, it will be the best year of his hogwart's life and if he was right, it was only a year of misery.

The last quidditch match of the year had just finished, Gryffindor had won thanks to Filippo and Federica and they were going in the common room to celebrate. Filippo was walking alone in the hallways and Elia had just finished talking to Sana about their last exam. Sana looked at Elia and Elia nods: he had to took his chance.

— Filo, I have to tell you something — he said, voice firm.

— Elì, hi! Do you want to congratulate for the winning? You could it even with Sana there, even Slytherin has to learn how to lose —

— No, I mean yes, congratulations for the victory but it's not the only think I have to tell you - Filippo looked confused.

— Then tell me, you are scaring me. Are you all right? Has something happens with the boys—

— No Filo, just let me talk. — Elia breathed heavely — I love you. I always will but I'm not brave and —

And Filippo kissed him, with Elia heart's melting in the first floor hallway.

— I told you, Santini. Don't you ever dare say again that you are not brave — he stroked his cheeks with his fingers, brushing their lips togheter in a soft kiss — I didn't tell you that I loved you since forever because I'm a stupid Gryffindor who is afraid of real emotions. -

— Who told you that?—

— Ele, two years ago. – Filo smiled — I love you Elia and I'm happy we have take the corauge to do this —

— Me too—

They started kissed again, and again, for all the summer and the year later, and the years later that. All Hogwarts remember them kissing: the Gryffindor team searched for his captain everywhere that years, when they didn't see him at the common room for the celebration, finding him in a room with Elia on his lap.

If missing the cup celebrations to kiss his boyfriend wasn't brave, what was then?

#elia santini #filippo sava #elippo fic #elippo #skam italia fic #elippo week #elippoweek2020 #hogwarts au

[azozzoni]

Eleonora sighed at the mess on the counter, the espresso machine that hadn’t been cleaned in days. When Eleonora had children of her own, they would certainly learn how to clean up after themselves. Not that Filippo was her child, but it certainly felt that way sometimes.

Setting about cleaning up, Eleonora dumped the dishes in the sink, wiping down the countertop and grimacing at the coffee stains on the tile.

“Oh.” A surprised voice behind her made Eleonora pause, glancing at the doorway to find an awkward-looking Elia wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt Eleonora knew was one of Filippo’s. “I didn’t think you’d be up.”

Shoving away her surprise at finding Elia in her apartment at nine in the morning, Eleonora shook her head.

“It’s after nine,” she said instead, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter as Elia lingered in the doorway.

Somehow, she hadn’t expected this--to run into Elia for an awkward morning-after show. She’d known, or well, Filippo had finally told her after weeks of him acting weird and coming home at all hours, that he was fooling around with someone, and that someone was one of Martino’s friends. Eleonora hadn’t needed him to connect the dots.

But fooling around with someone usually didn’t equate to finding that person in their apartment, looking only slightly uncomfortable by the silence as Eleonora gazed at Elia.

Eleonora had never known Elia to be uncomfortable, always loud and brash no matter the situation.

“I’m pretty sure Filo doesn’t get up until at least eleven,” Elia said, trying to joke, moving inside the kitchen finally.

“So you’re sleeping over now?” Eleonora asked as Elia set about trying to figure out the espresso machine. She didn’t offer to help, watching him consider the buttons.

Elia merely shrugged, not meeting her eyes.

“If you’re going to come over, you could at least clean up after yourself,” Eleonora said, gesturing at everything left out from last night. From the looks of it, Filippo had tried (and failed) to cook something. That in itself was strange enough.

Elia’s eyes traveled over the dishes and he bit his lip. “Sorry, last night was--”

“I don’t want to hear the details,” Eleonora interrupted him sharply.

“No, it wasn’t…” Elia seemed to stop himself, and Eleonora frowned, watching Elia press a button on the espresso machine instead of finishing his thought. “I didn’t know you had so many plants. I bet you don’t trust Filo with them.”

Eleonora eyed Elia and his sudden change of subject, but she let him. She’d rather talk about plants than what Elia and Filippo had gotten up to last night.

“Filo can barely take care of himself,” she replied, uncrossing her arms as she watched Elia. She didn’t think she’d really had a whole conversation with the guy before, and she’d definitely never found herself alone with him. It was strange, this quiet, awkward moment as Elia made coffee as though he did it all the time.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Elia said after a minute, muttered to his coffee cup.

“Elia,” Eleonora said, frowning at him, at the way he was unusually quiet despite the fact that it was the two of them talking, two people who probably had absolutely nothing in common except Filippo now--Eleonora had never known Elia to be quiet, and she hadn’t expected this to be any different, despite the awkwardness. She would have expected Elia to make a joke, to say something idiotic to break the ice, but instead, he kept his eyes on the espresso machine. “Where do your parents think you are right now?”

Elia’s eyebrows went up and she saw him swallow.

“I don’t know,” he answered at length. “Probably at Gio’s.”

“Probably?” she repeated, skeptical. He hadn’t even bothered to lie? Even Eleonora knew you gave parents a name before disappearing for the night.

Elia shrugged, leaning back against the counter. “They made it pretty clear they didn’t care where I went as long as it wasn’t there.”

Eleonora opened her mouth, but she had nothing to say, staring at Elia instead. She felt her heart sinking as they stood there, a familiar ache she usually only felt after hanging up the phone with her own mother.

“I’m--” she said, but Elia shook his head.

“It’s fine.”

Eleonora’s eyebrows went up and she heard herself scoff. “It’s not fine.”

It was far from fine, that Elia had to deal with this, that he had such shitty parents.

Elia didn’t reply, rubbing at the back of his neck instead, frowning at the floor, as though he knew she was about to say something about it having nothing to do with him, that it wasn’t his fault.

Biting back all the things she wanted to say about Elia’s parents, about how he was probably better off, she forced herself to turn to the espresso machine and make another cup.

“Does anyone else know?” she asked, glancing sideways at Elia, the way he huffed down at his bare feet.

“It just happened yesterday.”

“Right, sorry,” she said quickly, and Elia looked over at her finally.

“Never thought that would happen.”

“What?”

He almost smiled. “You apologizing to me. I was sure I was going to fuck something up with you and have to apologize at some point.”

Eleonora did smile at that, surprised he had even considered that possibility. Elia had never seemed like the kind of guy to think about consequences. Then again, she didn’t really know him except through Eva. Maybe he wasn’t as much of an immature idiot as she’d supposed.

Sipping her espresso, she ran a hand through her messy hair, watching Elia gaze down the hallway towards Filippo’s bedroom.

“Not all parents are good parents,” she said at length. “My mom is almost never here. It’s been Filo and I for as long as I can remember. Sometimes that’s all you need.”

Elia looked back at her, eyebrows furrowed, as though she’d said something strange.

“You’re not as scary as I thought you were,” he said finally and Eleonora scoffed.

“Thanks, I guess.”

She supposed she should take it as a compliment. She didn’t think she was scary.

The sounds of Filippo shuffling down the hall ended the moment, and Eleonora wasn’t surprised to see Filippo, bleary-eyed and sleep-mussed, appearing in the doorway, yawning widely as he surveyed the scene.

“You didn’t kill each other,” he said, stepping inside and over to Elia. “Good.” He pressed a kiss to Elia’s cheek, a hand cradling his jaw. To his credit, Elia didn’t blush or look embarrassed at the casual intimacy with Eleonora right there. “Is there any coffee left?”

“If you did the shopping once in a while, you might know,” Eleonora said as Filippo reached around Elia for a cup.

“Last time I did, you said it was the wrong kind,” he pointed out. “So I think I’ll leave that to you.”

Rolling her eyes, Eleonora grabbed her cup and headed for the door. “Just clean up when you’re done,” she said, glancing at Elia, who was watching Filippo make his coffee. She opened her mouth to say something else, but in the end, she didn’t, stepping out of the doorway.

She paused around the corner as she heard Filippo speak, voice low.

“You okay?”

“Fine,” Elia replied, and she heard Filippo laugh.

“That’s a complete lie,” he said, “but you will be. In time.”

Eleonora left them alone in the kitchen then, continuing on to her room. Maybe things wouldn’t be so weird with Elia hanging around. After all, it turned out they had more in common than she’d thought.

#skam italia #skamit #my fic #elippo #this got depressing sorry #elippo fic

[all-things-skam]

hello can you write about fIlippo who stress martino about his crush with elia? and Elia who heard this one time?

Title: You owe me this, Rose

Ship: Skam Italia | Filippo Sava and Elia Santini (Elippo)

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“So. When are you going to introduce me to him?”

Martino cocked an eyebrow, swallowing his bite of his grilled sandwich. “To who?”

“Your friend. The cute one.”

“Why would I introduce you to Gio? He has a girlfriend, you know. And he’s not gay.”

Out of their group of friend, Gio was the least one possible to have a gay awakening. He was a total girl magnet - not that it meant that he couldn’t be attracted to guys. It’s just, Gio wasn’t gay. He might have made compliments regarding Niccolò when Marti had told him about his crush but, it was innocent.

“Everyone’s sexuality is a little bit fluid, Martino,” Filippo pointed with a little smirk, making the redhead shake his head. “But, I wasn’t talking about Giovanni.”

Now Marti was confused. Was Filippo talking about…Luchino? He shook his head, laughing at the ridiculousness and impossibleness of the situation. No offence toward Luca, but he wasn’t Filippo’s type. He was a bit too immature for Filo - not that Filippo was so mature. According to his sister, he’s a 12 years old child in a 22 years old’s body.

“Elia.”

“Elia?!” Martino repeated, shocked.

Filippo nodded, biting his lip. “That boy is a fucking snack, Marti.”

Sure, Elia had a shitty sense of fashion but he had great lips and he was cute. Filo had seen him at the Christmas party and once at the café, but they haven’t been introduced. After all the advices that he had given Martino, he owed it to his guru to introduce him to his friend.

Martino cringed. “Please don’t talk about my friend like that…”

The older one laughed.

.

Two weeks later, when Martino was at Gio’s with the boys, the redhead posted a story on Snapchat of them and, of course Filo saw. Seconds later, Marti’s phone buzzed with a new message from Filippo.

Filippo: Did you talk to him about me?

Filippo: Elia. I saw him in your story. I know he’s with you so don’t you try fooling me!

Martino: No

Filippo: Why the hell not? What are you waiting for? You owe this to me, Rose!

Martino: We’re playing Fifa, Filo. I can’t show him pictures of you randomly between two match. It’d be weird and…I don’t want Elia to think that we’re trying to play matchmaker with him

Filippo: It won’t. He’ll be amazed by my beauty and will ask for my number 😏👅

Martino: Don’t be so full of yourself

Filippo: Are you jealous of my success with the male genre, Marti?

Martino: Not at all. I’m good with Nico

Martino: But, what if Elia’s not into guys? I’ve always seen him flirt and kiss girls

Filippo: Had you kissed any boys before Nico? No.

Filippo: And, don’t judge a book by its cover. Not all people who like the same genre wears pink and have flashy looks 😉🌈

.

In honor of Nico’s birthday, Marti had organized a small get together party for his boyfriend. It was nothing fancy, just beers, music and a couple of their friends in Martino’s appartement.

Following Marti’s plea to go outside to smoke weed, Elia followed Gio and Lucas down the hallway, joint in hand, a beer in the other, laughing as Luchino almost tripped over his own feet. It would’ve been a great laugh.

Upon seeing the tan skinned brunet, Filippo glanced at Marti who immediately avoided his friend’s eyes, busying himself with the bowl of chips but not eating any.

Filo crossed the distance between them, raising an eyebrows. “I take it you didn’t talk to him about me? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have walked past me without reacting.”

“No! I did, I…he- Okay, I didn’t,” Marti responded with honesty. “I had meant to but I just never got the chance to be alone with Elia over the past weeks.”

The pink haired one shrugged, touching Marti’s arm reassuringly. “It’s okay. You’ll have plenty of time to do it tonight,” he explained, a grin behind his plastic cup of vodka mixed drink.

“What? Why?” Martino sounded annoyed. Filippo was confident enough to introduce himself to a ‘stranger’, why was he insisting that Marti do the introduction? “You’re both at the same party, go introduce yourself.”

“Elia is your friend and, you owe me this. Remember?” Filippo glanced at Nico knowingly and Marti sighed.

“Now I get what Eleonora meant when she said you were annoying and sneaky…”

Despite the remark, Filippo remained unbothered. He was who he was and he was proud of it.

“You have to know your cards to get what you want. And now, what I want is meeting this cutie with a fine ass and perfect pout.”

Martino wrinkled his face. To Marti, Elia was a friend and he’ll never see him as anything more to him so, it felt odd and wrong to hear someone rate Elia’s body. Especially his ass.

Filo rolled his eyes. “What? I know that he’s your friend, but you have to recognize that he has a great ass.”

“Can we please talk about something else?”

“Maybe Elia’s ass wasn’t such a bad subject in the end…”

“Luchino spilled his beer on your balcony, just so you know,” Elia informed the redhead, coming up behind Filippo.

Martino sighed at his friend’s clumsiness and, before he could tell Elia that Luca will have to clean it up, Filippo turned to the new incomer.

“Hi. I’m Filippo. Nice to meet you. Do you wanna bang?”

“H-he’s joking,” Marti covered, choking a laugh, a little embarrassed.

Elia looked uncomfortable but not repulsed. Surprisingly, he extended his hand toward Filippo, an amused grin on his full lips. “Elia. Nice to meet you.”

#elippo #elia santini #filippo sava #elia x filippo #skam italia #elippo fic #skamit

[shadeandadidas]

Now you need to write a fic about filo giving Elia the cutest cactus ever, cause let's face it, it's the only plant that Elia can keep alive...

It only takes Filippo about a second and a half to realize that there was someone in his room.

“Jesus Christ.” he says, jerking back and hitting his hip on the door jam.

Elia, who’d been tossing a rainbow-printed soccer ball into the air and catching it in the same breath as he lay flat on Filippo’s bed, gave him a bland look. “What?”

After the day he’s had– the emotions on all sides about confessing his steadily growing feels to Ele, watching her get taken on a rollar coaster of emotions of her own, to having to haul a cactus around the streets until he got home– It was  quite a bit of energy feeling so damn much. But the sight of Elia lounging as if he hadn’t a care in the word made it all seem less stressful somehow. 

But they weren’t at that point where Filippo could say something like that.

So he rubbed his hip and stepped back into the room, “How’d you get in here?”

Elia rolled his eyes, smiling a bit, but shuffled on the bed a bit to pull out his phone. “Ele won’t be home for awhile. Come over. Then an eggplant emoji and a star. Oh and a heart.”

Filippo did remember doing that, still riding high on his confession. “But how did you get in here.”

Elia heaved himself up, that little bit of skin showing where Elia’s shirt was too short, crunched and Filippo shook his head to clear the warm hum in his stomach. “How many times have I watched you drunkenly pull the spare key out under your doormat because you can’t be bothered to look in your pockets?”

Filippo pointed polish-tipped finger at him, “Touche. But we need to talk boundaries.”

“Mmhmm,” Elia’s eyes positively sparkled. He nodded his head to the plant Filippo was still guarding with his life, “What’s that?”

What’s– what’s. Filippo glared balefully at the little plant he swore up and down minutes before could represent his new-ly found relationship with the boy in front of him. Perhaps one of the best boys he’d ever met, boyish humor and lack of style tendencies be damned. 

It now seemed silly to equate his growing, boiling, spilling over feelings to a cactus because if Filippo had a true say in it, a jungle or a rain forrest like the Amazon was more representative of the berth of Filippo’s feelings.

And yet.

He thrusts the cactus out to Elia and bites a nail when Elia takes it in hand. Elia inspects the plant, turning it around and around with an ever growing smile. Then his eyes furrow at the black pen marring the clay pot. Elia tilts his head, “’To Dario. He cares a lot.’ Who the fuck is Dario?”

Damnit Ele. 

Filippo waves his sister’s gentle assumptions away and lightly pushes Elia until he’s sitting back down on the foot of Filippo’s bed. Then Filippo climb’s behind him, allowing himself a second to brush an errant dark strand of hair out of Elia’s face and rest his chin on Eia’s shoulder, “It’s us.”

“What is?” Elia says, thumb tracing the ‘He cares a lot’ message. “The plant?”

“Mmhmm.” Filippo took a sharp breath and gathered the courage he felt like he’d already spent talking to Ele, “A cactus is a little weird looking. But it’s hard to kill and you know, doesn’t pretend to be anything other than what it is.”  

Elia gently puts the cactus down on Filippo’s bedside table and turns around to face him, “And that’s us?”

Filippo rolled his eyes, “I mean you don’t have to make it all sentimental or anything–”

There is a pair of lips on his and Filippo let’s the rest of the sentence fall by the wayside in favor of wrapping his arms around his–

Well, his Elia, for now. 

#elippo #skam italia #skamit #you know this is what happened #no other possible explanation #and yes i stretched some of the events of the clip #but sue me #elippo fic #Anonymous #and i'm sorry! #its not technically the prompt #but i had FEELINGS

[woman-of-the-sea]

I’m just saying... When Ele moves to NYC with Edo her room would be availible. The perfect set up for an Elia season (5) where he moves in with Filippo because he can’t live at home anymore. And then they can finally live happily ever after.

#elippo #elia x filippo #filippo x elia #elia santini #filippo sava #elia season 5 #elippo fic #someone write this

[judesloth]

È da un paio di mesi che ho questa idea ma dato che non sono un’autrice ve la giro: qualcuno potrebbe scrivere una ff Elippo basata su questa foto? I contrabbandieri a cena e all’improvviso vedono una notifica da parte di Filippo (sul telefono di Elia ovviamente) e chiedono spiegazioni.

Translation: can you please write an Elippo fic based on this picture? The boysquad decide to play this ‘game’ while they’re having dinner, Elia’s phone lights up first and the boys notice it’s a text from Filippo.

Realizzereste un mio sogno grzzz💞💓💖💗💞💖💖

#skam #skam italia #elippo #elippo prompt #fic prompt #rames #contrabbandieri #contrabbandieri di luchini #boysquad #skam italia boysquad #elia santini #filippo sava #elia x filippo #elippo fic

[lucasonthesun]

My dear writers, let the angst wave begin 

#elippo #elippo fic #elia x filippo

[morshiberna]

I am Elippo trash and I love the concept of Nico and Elia bonding, here’s what came out of it. Enjoy and let me know if you’d like to get some more content!

Dedicated to my Wholesome Queens. You deserve much better than this, but I still want to thank you for being so encouraging and supportive, I love you more than you know ❤️

“Is everything alright?”

It’s Nico’s voice. Elia thought he had left already after their meet up in the schoolyard, just like the rest of the boys. He’s taken by surprise, so he doesn’t speak for a while, only stares at his friend.

“Seemed to me like you were deep in thought today. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, though,” Niccolò continues.

Truthfully, Elia wants to talk. Knows he needs to. He’s just never known when or how to initiate the conversation. Right now he has the chance, so he decides to take it.

“Well, the thing that’s been bothering me...has to do with the person I like.”

Nico gives Elia a little smile and nods, letting the other boy know he can keep going.

“I have had a crush on them for a couple of months now, but I haven’t had the courage to ask them out. Because...this, what I feel for them, is new to me. I don’t want to ruin it, that seems like too much of a risk to take. What if they don’t like me back? What if I find out it’s only been an illusion of mine? What if I’m bound to get my heart broken? Wouldn’t it be better to just stay quiet about it, then? I don’t know what I should do. A part of me wants to make a move, but another keeps me from doing that.”

Fili. The boy that has captured Elia’s attention ever since the first time he saw him at the Christmas party at Marti’s. They didn’t talk much or even meet each other many times after, but Elia was already certain he was into Filippo. Honestly, how could he not be? His dyed blonde hair, his lips, his lip ring (God, does he love that lip ring), his smile - everything about his looks and character is marvelous. But does the beautiful boy feel the same about Elia? Could it be possible? That’s what he’s unsure of. That’s what stops him from taking action and asking Filippo out. Elia is...afraid. That’s probably the best word to describe it. Afraid of the thought that these feelings of his might not be reciprocated.

“I’ve experienced something similar, actually,” says Niccolò, interrupting his thoughts. “I saw Marti on the first day of school and I didn’t talk to him until the first radio meeting.”

“What? Marti never told us that,” Elia is awestruck yet again.

“Yeah. What I want to say is, I had my doubts, too. You have no idea how scared I was. No, I was petrified. Of having my heart broken. But it’s Marti we’re talking about, and I felt that he was someone special ever since I first saw him with you guys in this schoolyard. I realized that I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t even try and talk to him, that dwelling on my emotions without taking action was the worse option. Even the opportunity came, I signed up and went to that radio meeting, with my heart pounding in my chest, because I knew Marti would be there. He pretended that someone had called him and went to the booth,” Nico laughs at the memory. “It was that moment when I had to make the final decision. So I did and I followed him. Now I can say without a single doubt that it was the best choice I’ve made in my life, because it has brought the love of my life to me. I couldn’t be happier to have taken the risk, even if it was terrifying at first. Marti was definitely worth it.”

Niccolò has the most genuine smile on his face when he says the last words. Elia feels proud of his friend for being this brave. Going after your dreams does require unimaginable amounts of bravery. Elia wonders whether he has the courage. Is Fili worth it to him, just like Marti was to Nico? The answer comes to him suddenly. Of course he is. Elia is ready to muster up every bit of bravery he has for this boy, he knows it.

“So...you’re saying I should go for it?”

“Definitely.”

Elia lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. It’s decided, then. He’s going to do something about his feelings, no matter how it might end. That’s much better than not getting to know how Filippo feels about him.

“Thanks, Nico,” the boy says and means it. He needed this talk.

“Hey, I’m glad you shared this with me. I hope it helps,” Niccolò squeezes Elia’s shoulders reassuringly. “Also... you never told me the name of that person you like so much.”

“Filippo.”

Nico breaks into a smile. “You mean Marti’s friend? Filippo Sava?”

“Yeah, it’s him,” Elia can’t believe he’s saying this. It’s the very first time he’s told anyone about what he feels for Fili.

“I knew it!” Nico was full on grinning now.

“What?” How could he possibly have guessed it? Elia doesn’t get it.

“You think Marti and I didn’t notice the way you would look at him?”

“I could not have been that obvious!” he exclaims.

“Oh, you were,” Niccolò chuckles.

“God,” Elia covers his face while his friend continues on laughing. It doesn’t take too long before he’s laughing along, too.

Elia has never been more grateful that Marti has such an amazing boyfriend. Nico had told him everything he needed to hear. He’s ready now.

#skam italia #elippo #elippo fic #my writing #ELIA AND NICO ARE SUCH A DUO OKAY #i had to #excuse the not very good writing #wholesome queens tag

[tripplenblr]

ME LAST NIGHT @ 12 : okay I'm just going to read a few elippo fics

Me later on checking the time:

WHEN DID IT GO 4 AM???

#elippo #elia x filippo #filippo sava #elia santini #skam remakes #skam #skamit #skam italy #skam italia #fanfic #elippo fic

[elippo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SKAM (Italy) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elia Santini/Filippo Sava Additional Tags: Friendship, they're watching esc 2021, That's it that's the plot, Roommates Summary:

Filippo and Elia watch Eurovision 2021

(TW: covid-19 & lockdowns are mentioned)

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First day of Elippoweek and this is my first fic. Versione italiana qui

How to make Elia Santini falling for you ( in Quaratine)

Elia seemed strange in the last days. Very strange. Filippo had never seen him showing signs of hate or intolerance from him in the months they had lived toghter. And they would be giustified, Filippo knew he was the worse roommate in the world and not only because Elenora said that, but beacuse it was true: no sense of the word order, no knowing of privicay and lack of respect for personal space, inability in care for his Sister's plants or cook something decent. Elia, however, didn't complain: he took his jokes, talked about his problems, he even let Filippo chose the movie for their movies night and he didn't complain when the blonde univinted himself in the Contrabbandieri's nights. Elia cooked for him when he was on his shift at work or in a class at uni, he helped him with his uni project and in everything Filippo needed.

What have been a simple and small crush, from some talking at parties and eyeing at nights with their friends, began to tramsform in a huge crush for the younger boy. He decided to try to conquer him, sharping his strategies to make Elia fall for him. If it didn't worked out, they would laugh on it one day, thinking about their shorter time as roommates, with their partners and the whole contrabbandieri team. He could see already Martino laughing at him for thinking he could make fall for him "quel morto di fregna" ( trad: really into girls and their vagina) of Elia Santini.

Then lockdown arrived, quaratine and Covid19 and everything changed.

Elia's strangeness continued all week. Filippo thought that was lockdown who made Elia like that: maybe he wasn't feel so safe, he was scared of the global situation more than he said. If this was the case, Filippo didn't want to pressure him into talking. When he wanted he knew how to stay at his place and not meddle in people lives. But then he began to notice things like how Elia was less talkative then ever, like he didn't try to engange in conversation or their usually activities or even like the angry glare that he shoots to Filippo when the blond didn't do domestic stuff, forgert to write down the correct food for the grocery store or when he drank more coffee than usual. Elia was angry with him and it wasn't because Filippo was a terrible roommate. So, he decided to master his plan: make him go crazy enough to confess what were going on, he had a talent for that.

Elia began to be more nervous but didn't respond to his provocations. He knew that the boy complained about him with his friends because Martino wrote to him to "take it slow" with his friends and Filippo blantlay ignored the message. He tried another plan: he stopped planning things to do with him, talking unless necessary or entering in Elia's room anunnounced to sit on his bed and discuss about the younger's discutible music taste while that was playing at high volume. Elia was at the edge of a nervous breakdown, but still no real reaction. There was only a last thing he could do.

-Eli don't sit on the sofa, you have got dishes to do - he said, seeing him on the sofa after a day of lessons and really poor sleep. Filippo knew he wasn't in the right place to do so and his plans was based on that.

-Fili I'm really tired. Between lesson and the match at Fifa with the guys yesterday, I went to bed at 4. I need some rest, can you do the dishes today? - he knew that Fifa became an emotional intervention, he tryed to respect Elia's privacy with loud music but he ended listening clearly Luca said "What is a bisexual?". Hope started growing in him, even if his previous plan was not on the table anymore... Or it was?

-No- he had to insist, it was the right time to start pushing - it had been two weeks since you started been nervous and lose the joy of living but that doesn't justify you in doing your duties. So get up and help me - when he heard Elia walking in his direction, he knew that he succeeded.

-That don't justify you in doing your duties? This week I had to do my "duty" twice, because you didn't do it. I'm not complaining at all about your manners, the amount of coffee you had that I couldn't even drink in one year, your inexistence shopping list and the worried messagge from Eleonora about her plants that you are not caring for, like your not caring for everything that happen around, and -

-and you? - Filippo had to interruped him, stroked instantly with the realmatter with Elia. He knew what had going on. - Are you angry with me because I do exactly the things I know that make you crazy, just to attract your attention? You had rarely look at me and always furtively since quaratine began. Am I right Elia? -

-It's not true I don't look at you - Filippo laughed. Elia couldn't lie, at least his eyes couldn't because their were watery.

– Am I right, Elia? -

It's seemed that Elia wasn't breathing, trying to come up with a plan to kill Filippo. His watery eyes became fire, ready to attack.

-I don't know Fili, if pissing me of its so natural for you, you can write it down in your CV. Because, Yes, you pissed me of like no one other, I would slam you against the wall everytime I see. It takes talent to do so -

-So do it - Filippo prayed that he didn't misunderstand. Delusion would burn him after if high level of sexual tension will go unresolved. And after he realized how much care for Elia emotions and wellbeing.

-What?-

-Slam me agaist the wall, we would see if you to can write down something new in your CV other than been a pain in the as- and then he was on the wall, Elia's lips on his, kissing him desperatly and he forgot everthing: every plan, strategy, thought, world pandemic.

Until Elia broke the kiss and run towards his room.

He couldn't fogot that kiss so easily. Kissing Elia was like the perfect match between a romantic and a porn movie. In his mind there were so many thoughts, most of them very negative and pessimistic. He knew Elia was on phone with his friends and this time we didn't want to hear anything.

Did the boy feel something for him? Was he ready to admit him to himself and the world, showing who he really was? Fillippo couldn't bear it other way, he wasn't keen on hiding and he endend hating who did it.

Was he ready? Was he ready to lose a friend, the best roommate of the world and the boy who was in his head like no one other in one day? Was he ready to accept a rejection and live it by until quaratine was over?

He couldn't wait for Elia to decide for him, He had to confront him again. When he heard a desperate sigh, he took the chance right away.

-You don't have to fake a call with your friend to ease the tension in your pants, honey, I'm here - he heard cleary Martino's laughs and Elia's curses and then silence.

-Filì?-

-Uhm?-

-I was really calling my friend-

Elia was feeling guilty and that was not good for Filippo.

-I know, I was trying to make you leave that computer to talk to me. If you ended the call to avoid me, I'll go shower and we will see each other tomorrow - Filippo said. He wanted to control this situation in his own ways.

-I want to talk to you. - Elia said in respons- I'm sorry, I didn't have to treat you like that - Elia was sincere, Filippo saw that. Damn.

-I would like to tell you that you can treat me this way when you want but I don't want boost your ego that much - he couldn't have a normal adult conversation o maybe he could, but it wasn't what him or Elia needed in that moment.

-I'm not good with words, I can do letters like Garau, it's not my thing. I like you Fili. I like you from that december night, when althought the Argentina was there, I couldn't be able to take my eyes off you. When I got the courage to ask you out, you were with Dario and so I closed the chapter to move on - Filippo didn't see it coming. It couldn't believe Elia had noticed him from that night and that this mess could been risolved, maybe and with much fortune, months ago - When you asked me to live with you, I knew that I had to think about it more that I've done but part of me wanted freedom too much. The same part of me that wanted you again. This time I want try and tell you: I like you, Filippo Sava and I really want to slam you against a wall every second of my day -

At every world Filippo was more shocked and he didn't know what to say. He only heard his heart beating too fast and If this life was not a romantic movie, I could swear that Elia could hear that. But that was life and Elia was in front of him, terrified so he decided to talk it throught.

-I didn't notice you was looking at me, but I couldn't say that I have noticed you that night. The Santini's charme doesn't go unnoticed. I really thought what I said to Silvia that night, but I didn't think that I had a chance and I was really tired of lost causes. From when you had entered this apartment, there wasn't a single time that I wouldn't do what happen before between us and making you crazy, poking you, it was my way to see if you want it to-

-You had your answer- Elia's smile didn't help to stop his heart from beating like crazy.

-Uhm, Do I? Before you were very angry, it could have been an impulsive gesture, not intentional - it could have been a very beautiful dream and Filippo could woke up everymoment from now...it would be take advantage of every time he had got.

-If you insist this much, I would like to try again - Filippo smiled.

-I accept you offer, just because I can't say no to that lips - if their fist kiss was unforgettable, this kiss was even better. Slow and sweet, burning slowly in pure fire thanks to Filippo's lip piercing and Elia's full lips, so easy to kiss.

-I'm crazy about you, Elia Santini- he said between kisses, before everything became fire. If this was a dream, it wouldn't forget even a single second and it had to be remarkable.

A few hours later, they were on Filippo's bed, wrapped in each others arms.

-What you said to Silvia?- Elia asked, trying to making sense of what had happened that day in every small detail.

-Nothing much. That you had beautiful lips and I would fuck without a thought-

-Martino told me that I mustn't living with someone I would like to fuck -

Both laughed.

-We can't dissapoint our friends, can we? - Filippo said, moving his head torwards the boy.

-Definitely not, it wouldn't been kind of us treated them this way-

#elia santini #elippo fic #elippo #elippoweek2020

[cinnam-on-roll]

Request: Can you write an Elippo fic where Elia is in Filippo’s room and he doesn’t know the song (last clip) and Filippo was like HOW DARE YOU NOT KNOW RAP FUTURISTICO and so he start playing it out loud and sing it to Elia doing dumb moves and at “tranne te” part screaming at his face and then kiss him like the Patatine e Marmellata clip?

Ele was frustrated. Today was shit. First she missed her bus home, so she had to walk, then the girls cancelled their study night, claiming there was a party. She called their mum and tried to talk to her, but it wasn't a very long conversation, since Filippo's been playing loud music in his room since he arrived from school. The music alone didn't bug her as much as the fact that Filippo started singing the moment their mum picked up. Seriously, the worst moment. He could be singing the whole day and she would be fine with it, she was used to it, but the fact that he was quiet the whole time until that moment pissed her off. And then a text from Edoardo came. He wouldn't stop bothering her. What deity did she piss off to have a day this bad? "Tranne te, tra–" The singing suddenly stopped and Ele sighed with relief. At least something positive today.

Filippo has had a good day. His classes were okay and went by surprisingly fast. When he exited the building, his boyfriend was waiting for him with a cup of coffee and the sweetest smile. After greeting each other with a kiss they walked straight to his place, hiding from Eleonora and stealing kisses while giggling like little kids. Once the door was locked, Fili put on some music and turned the volume up so they wouldn't be heard. Then he turned to Elia, who was standing in front of his bed, looking around as if he was visiting for the first time. He walked closer, leaning in to kiss him. Elia happily reciprocated, smiling a little. When they parted, Filippo smirked and pushed Elia, who landed on the bed with a squeal that was thankfully drowned out by the music. After he stopped laughing at his boyfriend's surprised face, Filo joined him on the bed. They immediately locked lips, constantly touching and moving around, both of them trying to climb onto the other one. After a while Filippo won, pinning Elia's hands above his head and leaning in to kiss his neck with a victorious smile. While he was getting marked, Elia thanked his boyfriend in his head for being so smart and turning the music on so the noises they were making wouldn't give them away. He grabbed Fili's hair and pulled him up for one more kiss before releasing him to take his shirt off. Not long after, all of their clothes were thrown on the floor.

They were just lying in bed, happy and spent, when Filippo suddenly sat up. "Ooh I love this song!" "Really? I've never heard of it," Elia reached out and tried to get his boyfriend to lie back down. "I really hope you're joking," Fili said while getting up to turn the volume all the way up, looking back at Elia, who just shook his head. "You're NOT? How can you not know this?! Rap Futuristico is legendary!" "As legendary as Drag Race? 'Cause I haven't heard of that either until I met you." "In this household? YES!" Filippo then proceeded to climb back to bed, singing along with the song, kneeling in front of Elia. Elia watched his boyfriend dance ridiculously, arms flailing above his head, screaming out the words, and couldn't help but laugh at his silliness. His laughter only lasted a few seconds, because not long after that he was overwhelmed with the amount of love that he felt for the older boy. He sat up, smiling, still keeping eye contact with Fili and tried to lean in and kiss him, but his boyfriend always stuck his tongue out at him and didn't let him. After a few tries he gave up and tried to listen to the song. It wasn't bad, quite good actually. A bit repetitive, but that was a good thing, this way Elia could pick up some of the lyrics and try to sing along with his boyfriend. He mouthed the words, still looking directly into Fili's eyes. Filippo smiled happily and finally leaned in to kiss him, effectively silencing them both for at least a few seconds. "You know, I think I actually love you more than that song."

#hope this is okay #today was bad but i wanted to finish & post this #elippo #request #elippo fic #skamit #skam italia #filippo sava #elia santini #bi!elia

[all-things-skam]

Hello can you write about Filippo in a date with Dario when gio write about the big fight in with Marti is scared and Elia furious and Filippo go without say nothing to Dario and after ceck out Marti kiss Elia worried and amazed?

Elippo with Filippo worried about Marti and Elia after the fight

filippo kiss elia’s bruise after the fight?

hello can you write about gio and elia fight homofobes that offended rames and filo? with elippo vibe and protective boyfriend elia?

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Title: 

Ship: Skam Italia | Filippo Sava and Elia Santini (Elippo)

Friday, April 5th

Filippo heard about it from Elia. He was at his date with Dario when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. The taller boy had taken him to a nice restaurant downtown and Filippo was pretty excited about this date - and Dario. No one had ever taken him out in a fancy place before, Filippo had a good feeling about this guy. To not seem rude, he decided to ignore it and concentrate on Dario’s story about him helping a family of refugees in the small NGO he works at…and the abs he must be hiding underneath his shirt, thinking it was Eleonora yapping about the mess he left at home - again.

But, it wasn’t.

It vibrated two more times which got Filippo really annoyed and pulled out his phone, reading his texts.

Elia: Filo! Something happened at EDM

Elia: Gio got into a fight and Marti and the homophobes

Elia: Can I call you?

Before Filippo could finish reading his messages, his phone went off, Elia’s name flashing on his screen. He sighed. What was so urgent that Elia needed to call him?

“Excuse me. I have to take this,” he politely said, raising from his seat and going to a more quiet spot where he wouldn’t disturb anyone. “Hello?”

“Filippo! Thank fuck,” Elia’s frantic voice answered.

Filippo rolled his eyes at the teenager’s dramatics. “What is it, Elia? It better be a life or death situation because I’m kind of busy right now-”

“Some homophobes were at the bar and started calling Marti names for no reasons. Gio and I went to his defense and nearly got into a fight.”

“Wait, Martino? Is he okay?” he said, suddenly growing worried.

The second Elia mentioned Martino’s name, his date with Dario didn’t matter anymore. Homophobia made Filippo sick to his stomach, why can people just live and let live? Is that too much to ask? Martino’s safety felt much more important than his friday night hookup.

“Are you okay?” Filippo added. Elia was the one who had called him, there must be a reason why he came to him and it wasn’t only Martino because, surely, Filippo wasn’t the one to call in case a fight erupted. No offence taken.

“Yes…no, I mean-” Elia stopped himself, taking a breather on the other side of the phone. “Can you come here? Please,” he asked in a smaller, shaky voice.

Filippo sighed and nodded although Elia couldn’t see him. “Alright. I’ll be there in ten.”

Ending the call, Filippo went back to his and Dario’s table and apologized to Dario for having to leave so soon and ruining their date but his friends needed him. Dario, being a sweetheart understood and told him to go, assuring Filippo that he wasn’t mad at him for leaving.

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Filippo turned the street to EDM when he caught a familiar silhouette across the street getting into a car with someone. He frowned. Eleonora? And, was that Edoardo Incanti? Filippo shook his head, smirking. That beautiful little liar…it wasn’t only one date!

Locking his car, he shot a quick text to Elia saying he was here.

Instead of going inside and searching for Elia - and risk getting lost in the crowded bar -, Filippo stayed outside and waited for Elia’s response. He was tempted to text Martino too but, before he could do it, the redhead walked out of the bar past him, Niccolo hot on his heels.

“Marti!” Filippo stopped him and, for a second, Martino smiled, happy to see his pink haired friend but also confused. What was Filippo doing outside EDM? He surely didn’t buy tickets to hook up with Edoardo.

The redhead sighed and pulled Filo into a hug. “What are you doing here?” he asked, not expecting Filippo to show up at a teenager party. “Nico and I were going home, he isn’t feeling so good.”

Martino was a terrible liar and he knew that Filippo wouldn’t buy anything that he was saying. He just had to somehow distract him so he wouldn’t go in and hear about the fight from someone else.

“Are you okay? Elia called me. He said something about a fight caused by some homophobes.”

Grilled. Marti sighed. “I’m fine…”

Filippo gave him a look.

“Elia and Gio defended me, I’m fine, Filippo,” Marti assured. Behind him, Nico put a protective hand on his waist, pulling his boyfriend closer.

Talking about Elia, here he was, walking out of the bar, hair a mess from running a hand through it over and over out of anxiousness. He scanned his surroundings and rushed to Filippo’s side, pulling him into a hug, not seeing Marti nor Nico in front of him.

“Filo! Fuck’s sake, what took you so long?” he asked the older boy, leaving the couple behind them more than confused.

It was rare Elia would be affectionate toward Filippo in the middle of the street - anywhere public, really - so the pink haired boy was very surprised by the sudden PDA. He sounded quite shaken up on the phone so Filippo said nothing and hugged back, wanting nothing more than to ease Elia’s worries, catching Martino’s ‘wtf’ look over Elia’s shoulder.

“Erm, Elia? Since when do you and Filippo are so…close?” Marti said, for lack of better words.

Elia whirled around and noticed his two friends’s eyes on him. Shit.

Martino’s eyebrows furrowed, dark eyes moving to Elia and then Filippo and back to Elia as a lot of question floated around in his head. What the fuck was going on? Since when do they know each other? How long has this been going on? Was Elia gay? Was this why he was being so weird lately? Was this why he declined going on a date with Silvia?

“Shit. Marti! I…I didn’t see you there,” Elia said in sly panic, rubbing the back of his neck in embarassement. He doubted Martino would ever judge him for being bisexual but, this was so new to Elia that he didn’t want to risk telling anyone, not even his best friends.

“Holy shit! Is that why you didn’t want us to set you up with Silvia? Because you had a secret boyfriend? Everything makes sense now…”

“We’re not together, Nico,” Filippo corrected.

Before meeting Filippo, Elia had never questioned his sexuality. He’s alway been into girls for as long as he remembered. He’s kissed a couple girls and even had sex with one or two but, it’s only around Christmas time, when he met Filippo Sava, the blond hottie with a lip piercing at Martino’s party that the teenager started feeling sexually confused.

“We’re just…hanging out,” added Elia but Marti and Nico didn’t seem convinced. Okay, by hanging out he meant hooking up but Elia wasn’t ready to tell his friends that. “I promise we’re not dating! I would’ve told you guys if we were.”

Niccolo’s phone went off and he and Martino left with a promise to finish this conversation another time, leaving Elia and Filippo on the sidewalk.

“Are they still inside?” Filippo asked, nodding at the bar.

Elia shook his head. “No. No, they’re not. Edoardo and his friends got them to leave.”

“Okay. Wanna leave?”

Elia nodded and shot a quick text to Gio and Luchi, saying he was leaving too, not feeling like partying anymore.

He sat in Filippo’s passenger seat, Filippo getting behind the wheel right after him, and let out a frustrated groan before letting all of his feelings out.

“It’s not fair! Those guys were being forceful on Eva, buying her drinks and demanding her to come with them and Marti was trying to help her, saving her from those guys. All he did was pull her away from them, caring for his friend’s safety, and they started calling him names and- Why are people such assholes, Filo? Why can’t they let people live their life the way they want?”

Filippo bit his lip, putting his words together to give Elia a thought answer. “In the world we live in, some people can’t handle differences but, we can’t stop living our lives just because of those shallow homophobes who can’t handle love in another form than a man and a woman. Some people in this world think they are higher than us and give themselves permission to step on anyone who isn’t hetero and call us names, kick us or even worse: fire a gun.”

“I was scared, Filo. When this guy started calling Marti a faggot-” He stopped himself, trying to control his anger. “This is exactly why I’m so scared of coming out…and I’m not even fully gay. What happened to Martino could’ve happened to me…or you. If Gio and I - hell, even Edoardo his friends - hadn’t been there to defend him-”

“Elia,” Filippo said but the teenager wasn’t listening, caught up in his own head, making up scenarios. “Elia, listen to me. Elia!”

Filo’s voice resonated in the small car, catching Elia’s attention.

“W-what if it happens again?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

While the pink haired boy would’ve loved to promise him that it would never happen again, he couldn’t. Having been a part of the gay community for over ten years, Filippo had to be honest and truthful. Still today, in 2019, the LGBTQ+ community wasn’t in full safety. Awful things happened to the community on the daily and sadly will keep happening for many more years.

Filippo cupped Elia’s chin, forcing the brunet to look at him. “If you keep thinking like that, if you live in the fear of some homophobic assholes coming on you verbally or physically, you’re never gonna live your life. So, you gotta stop with the ‘what if’s’ and live your best bisexual life, okay?”

An amused snicker escaped Elia’s lips and he nodded. “Okay.”

Filippo reached over the gearshift and pulled the younger boy against him, giving him a hug. Elia pressed his face in the crook of Filo’s neck, the familiarity of his cologne making him feel secure.

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Wednesday, April 17th

The second fight happened two weeks after and, this time, it didn’t go as smoothly. The Homophobic were there for blood, revenge…and they got what they were looking for.

Marti was touched first, and then Gio. The two were outside, chatting and taking some air when the Homophobic guys showed up and started throwing fists. Naturally, Gio went to his best friend’s defense, not caring if he got hurt in the way. At the moment, all that mattered was Martino.

Then, Elia came and saw his best friends outside, caught in a fight. Without hesitation, he made a beeline back inside to go and get Edoardo and his friends, knowing that he and Gio would never get away in one piece against these buff guys.

The fight was bloody and intense. The cops came and took everyone’s names, not giving a shit about what nor why it happened and left. Yes, they fucking left. Once again, the homophobes got away with it which made Elia sick to his stomach. The world was so unfair.

When Filippo showed up on the scene, he looked around for Elia, having not caught much information when Eleonora came home oddly early for a party night. He knew she wasn’t much of a party animal but, no one comes home from a party before 10pm…unless something went wrong.

It was dark and there was a lot of people outside. Luckily, Filo spotted Eva and Martino with Luchino sitting on the stairs by the entrance and went to them. According to his sister, Martino had been hit this time so his big brother side took over when he saw the redhead and tilted Martino’s chin up to get a better look at his face. He sighed in relief and asked if they had seen Elia.

“He went inside to get ice for Gio,” Luchino told him.

“What happened?” Filippo asked the group.

“The homophobes from the bar came back,” Martino explained, his breath faltering, thinking back at the scene. “Gio and I were talking outside when they came out of nowhere and started throwing punches and calling me names again. Gio pushed me out of the way and got hit instead. The, Elia came and-”

As if on cue, the two boys walked out of the party, Giovanni holding a bag filled with ice against his jaw.

Eva got up the second she saw her ex. “Gio!”

Shaking his head at Eva playing nurse with Gio, Elia snickered. Although Gio was now dating Sofia, it was clear that they weren’t over each other. Everyone could see it.

Mid way down the stairs, Elia furrowed his eyebrows, recognizing Filippo’s cotton candy pink hair, chatting with Marti and Luchino. What was he going here? Elia hadn’t even inform him about the fight yet…

Filippo glanced up, meeting his eyes and bolted up a couple stairs and kissed him, taking his face between his two palms, catching the teenager off guard. “Thank god you’re okay. Ele told me about the fight. She said you were throwing fists and got hit too.”

“It’s nothing, Filo…”

“Nothing?! Have you seen your face?” Filippo cupped his face delicately, seeing a bruise forming on Elia’s cheek, close to his eye and split lip. “This is your second fight in less than a month, love. Love me some bad boy but, don’t mess your pretty face.”

Elia leaned in to his touch, forgetting for an instant that he was surrounded by all their friends. He felt safe in Filippo’s arms and although they had agreed about being casual, this felt so fucking good.

He shut his eyes in pain, feeling a little dizzy from everything. “My face hurt like a bitch.”

Filo hummed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, having a closer look at Elia’s face, examining his injuries. “You should ice this, it’s gonna look nasty in the morning,” he said, thumb gently brushing over the bruised skin before kissing it delicately.

Their little moment was interrupted by Martino clearing his throat, reminding his two friends that they weren’t alone.

“I think there’s something you might wanna tell them,” Marti said, motioning for Luchino, Gio and Eva who were a little lost.  

“The fuck. You’re gay too now?” Luchino said, shook too see Elia kissing a guy, more so Eleonora’s brother. “How come do you guys get all the hotties and I can’t even get Silvia to like me!”

Elia smirked, his split lip causing him to wince.

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[sitnorelle]

This actually feels nice, Elia thought while looking around Marti’s flat. A lot of people came to help and everyone was busy doing their part in the preparations. Some from the radio were counting and arranging the tickets. The girls were going through the prizes, probably making sure that everything was perfect. Gio and Nico were in the kitchen, putting food and snacks on plates and into bowls. They were talking and laughing happily. Elia was very glad to see that Nico was feeling good enough to join them, since he was a bit hesitant when the event was brought up earlier in the week. The Contrabbandieri took the older boy in as one of theirs and were willing to protect him at all costs. Plus, Nico and Marti were adorable together. That was the kind of love that Elia wanted to protect. And maybe one day even experience himself.

Luca stood right next to Elia, going off about some girl he recently gained interest in, his rant including such big gestures that at times Elia had to step back to avoid getting hit in the face, which made him laugh. Marti emerged from his mom’s bedroom with a box of christmas decorations. Luca stopped talking for a few seconds, took the box from Marti and started handing the decorations one by one to Elia, who was tasked with putting them on the tree. Marti smiled at them and went to check on his boyfriend and best friend. Elia turned his attention to the tree, critically eyeing everything he put on so it would look the best, not being able to turn off the perfectionist in him. That was the reason why he didn’t turn around when the bell rang and while Marti hurried to the door, Elia didn’t even flinch. He only knew there was some commotion because Luca colorfully described every moment of how the girls ran to the door when they saw that Eleonora had come back from England. When Luca realized that Elia didn’t really care about those girls, he tapped his shoulder and nodded towards the Argentinean, who was smiling and looking right at them. She looked pretty in the faint light of the fairy lights she’s been putting up, her light hair cascading to her shoulders and her happy smile lighting up the room. Both Elia and Luca smiled back, Luca doing a little wave. When she waved back, Elia turned his attention back to the tree, letting them have a moment or something. Don't get him wrong, she was one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen, but even though he literally thirsted after her with his friends she didn’t feel like the right person for him. For some reason he couldn't see himself dating her or even hooking up with her. He gently shook his head to get those thoughts out of his mind, it was Christmas after all and what he wanted was a peaceful evening with his friends, not having to worry about his own personal issues. He took a ball from Luca and went to put it on the tree, but somehow it slipped from his hands and rolled away. Luca started laughing at him, taunting and making silly faces. Elia smiled at his friend's antics and went to look for the ball, not really sure where it went.

“Are you looking for this?"

When Elia turned around, his mind completely blanked as he was greeted by the most beautiful smile in the entire universe.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Filippo.”

//so what do you think? is it worth writing a sequel?

Part 2

#my fic #elippo #i guess #elia santini #filippo sava #skam italia #skamit #elippo fic #bi!elia

[shadeandadidas]

I was wondering if you were gonna still post the continuation of that Elippo fic ? No pressure / not trying to rush , just wanna make sure I don’t miss it if you’re still planning on posting it

I know! We had some minor delays on account of studying and life, but here go with the continuation of THIS ELIPPO FIC.

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Filippo feels…

Well Filippo doesn’t really know if he’s felt much of anything recently. 

The first week– when Elia left him alone in his apartment with a half-eaten, meticulously chosen meal and a half-empty bottle of wine– is kind of a blur. 

He and Elia had been apart for longer than a week when they were whatever. Granted, not much recently, but one week wasn’t such a stress. But then the next week hit and Filippo just felt weird. Like he’d see something in the park or hear a funny joke and his thumb would immediately flit to Elia’s contact icon to…

To what? Tell him? Let him know that he was thinking about him? To want to share bits of his day with him?

Whatever it was, he couldn’t do that anymore. Which was… whatever. It was fine– it was–it was Elia’s choice because he wanted more than Filippo was willing to give.

It was fine. 

Two days after Elia left, Filippo had called Marti. He had begged him to talk sense into Elia, to make him understand that what he and Filippo had was the best of every world. They could be together without being together. Without the rules. Elia could be who he wanted to be and fuck who he wanted to fuck and at the end of the day, they could come home to each other. So just please, Marti, talk to him and tell him.. tell him that I don’t… just talk to him and make him understand.

Marti had, in the nicest way possible, told Filippo to fuck off. 

That was day two and now Filippo is on day thirteen, fourteen, fifteen and he’s going out of his mind. 

He can’t sleep, he’s prickly to the point that he made Elenora cry and that just added weight to his already sinking chest and all he wants to do it get on the phone and rant to Elia, scream at Elia, hold Elia.

He just wants Elia. 

Which is a problem, because Filippo? He doesn’t want people. He doesn’t need people. They need him– that’s how it’s been since he was as old as he can remember and he watched his parents walk in and out of his and Elenora’s life without much care.

It’s how it’s been since he was sixteen years old and in love with a boy who ended up choosing someone else.

He goes to a club once, on day nine. He doesn’t know why, god knows he didn’t feel like it. But he did it to prove to himself that he could. Every boy reminded him of Elia somehow– every single one. They reminded him, whether they were tangled up with Filippo on the dance floor, or not even looking at him at the bar, of how much Elia not being there bothered him. Fucking any of them was out of the question.

On day sixteen, he calls Elia.

“What do you want from me?” Filippo says into the phone after Elia’s tired, weary, unhappy, (is he getting enough sleep?) greeting. “Is it exclusivity? I can– I can do that. What do you want that I haven’t given you?”

The other end of the phone is silent for a long time, before Elia responds. “I want you. All of you like you have all of me. Can you give me that?”

This time, Filippo doesn’t answer. He doesn’t answer the question and he doesn’t answer the sad, sad sigh right before Elia hangs up the phone. Filippo lays in bed a long time that night staring up at the ceiling with his phone over his heart. 

Day seventeen has Filippo sitting on the patio of a nice lunch restaurant with Marti and Nico. Neither mention Elia, or ask about his relationship with Elia, or make any pointed comments that could somehow relate to Elia and yet, watching the two of them sitting together, playing off of each other, even when speaking directly to Filippo?

It makes him desperately want Elia.

“Doesn’t it bother you, giving up everything?” Filippo gestures between the two with his fork, eyes guarded by dark sunglasses, “Not even just the freedom, but like… part of yourself.”

Marti looks at him like he’s crazy, “Part of myself? Bro, when you love someone, you’re not giving up part of yourself. You’re just taking someone else along for the ride.”

Day nineteen is a little hazy because of all of the booze he consumed because he woke up in the morning and automatically reached over to poke Elia until he turned off the alarm. He laid back in his pillows (they were losing the scene of Elia’s shampoo and it was making Filippo panic) and gave himself the morning to think, the night to drink, and the late night to let a couple of tears free. He knew going to sleep, as addled as his brain was, that he may have miscalculated. 

He may have really fucked up.

Flowers, chocolates, booze? What do you give someone when you want them to… take you back? When you want to renegotiate, when you want them. He thinks on it all day twenty. What would Elia want? 

What does Elia want?

Filippo paces his room when he realizes the answer. 

Day twenty-one, more like night twenty-one, has Filippo’s inside churning and heart bursting with something he hadn’t felt in a few weeks— hope.

Elia answers the door in a threadbare cotton shirt and jeans. He’s barefoot and doesn’t have his earrings in. From the crack of space between Elia and the door, Filippo can hear the other boys yelling at the TV, yelling at each other, yelling at Elia.

Great, more people to hear him put himself on the line. 

Elia quickly shut the door and leaves them both standing out in the hallway. Filippo waved his bare hands in the air and takes a breath.

“I used to wet the bed until I was nine years old.” Filippo winced at the way Elia’s expressive eyebrows shoot up. He continues on, explaining more quickly, “I talked to a therapist years later and he said it probably stemmed from my fear of abandonment. My parents, probably, I don’t really know or care. When I reached my teen years, I kind of went wild. I did a lot of really, really reckless stuff. I believed when boys said they wanted me and then they left.”

Elia reached out a hand and Filippo took a step back, vibrating with every second, “I stopped wanting things, so I wouldn’t get mad when I didn’t get them. I haven’t really wanted much for a long time. But… but I want you. I want you.” 

“Wanting me isn’t the same as–”

“Loving you?”

Elia pauses a blinks, ‘I– well, I meant–like, letting me in and…”

“What do you want to know, Elia? Tell me. I will tell you everything and I’ll, I’ll do whatever you want, I just– I miss you a lot. I miss you everyday when I wake up and have to go to sleep alone. I miss you when I have no one I want to text and I miss– I miss my person, okay? Friend, boyfriend, partner, everything you are to me, okay? I just miss you and I want you.”

Elia let out a slow breath, “I can’t– you can’t just do this for someone, you know? It’s not organic, I don’t want to force you to be–”

He was just not getting it. And that was frustrating because Elia needs to get it. Elia needs to get this, because Elia always got that what they were to each other is more that Filippo got. Elia got that, so now Elia needs to get this. 

“Hey, cazzo, are you not listening to me?” Filippo stepped a little closer to Elia, laid his palms on Elia’s neck like Elia loved, could feel his pulse thrumming a mile a minute beneath his skin, “I want you. In whatever way you want me, I’ll take that too.”

Elia let out a startled laugh, and damn if that wasn’t good to hear. Like music, like fucking home. “Yeah… um yeah okay. Okay. Let me just.”

He stepped out of Filippo’s embrace and opened the door to his apartment. All at once, the small blonde one topped over and landed at their feet. The other boys, Gio with his curly hair and Marti with his puppy eyes, jolted forward but caught themselves before they tumbled after their friend. 

Elia groaned, “Really? Alright assholes, everyone needs to leave right now. Get out, out, out.”

They shuffle to leave was a quick one, with Marti at the rear clapping Filippo on the shoulder as he passed him by the doorway.

Elia opened the door a little wider, “Do you–I mean maybe we could have dinner? Get back on the same page maybe?”

Filippo let out a breath and stepped in the door.

#elippo #skam italia #skamit #elippo fic #we are tired #but elippo deserve their happy ending #obviously there is so much more that goes into this #but unless we want an 63883k fic #i have to tone it down a bit #i suppose #but here have some first steps toward fixing #what is a little dented #this was probably the worst firght they have in their relationship #other fights are stupid #i have so many more thoughts in this particular elippo storyline #but i have also lots of thoughts in other elippo storylines and hcs of mine #so ask if there are questions #Anonymous