Thank You For This Fanservice

In the end "Snow lands on top" a rant

I just finished the book, and people are right, you actively find yourself rooting for Snow, for a split second you completely forget who he is, who he is to become. You want him to be a good person, the moment I knew his humanity was faltering was when he killed Mayfair and Billy Taupe. He excused it as protecting Sejanus and Lucy Gray, but at the root of it, Coriolanus Snow is a product of Capitol brainwashing and taught to dehumanize the people of the districts.

He's so complex and fucked up and sociopathic and Olivia's song is a perfect encapsulation of Lucy Gray, AND Sejanus Plinth haunting him for the rest of his life. Snow can pretend and poison and erase the memory of them but people with unfinished business tend to come back to finish it.

I had refused to read the last chapter holding it off, cause I already saw the mental change in Snow's character, I was invested but I knew my heart will be broken. Because we only ever knew her through Snow's lens; Lucy Gray Baird's fate forever a mystery, just like her life.

Thank you for reading this mini rant, I'll probably rant again after a while.

Mushy ~ Nightwing

A/n: So I haven’t written in a while huh? Well let’s not dwell on that that... or the fact that this request came in like centuries ago didkdkdkd

Request: “(a member of the team) and dick are already in a relationship but neither bothered to tell anyone. whenever the two are with the team or (anyone really) they just keep each other company & don't interact much in front of people (both are content with this tho) so the team find out by walking in on them when they're alone at the base and being lovey dovey dorks 💙 (a bet may have been made among a few of the members)” by anon!

Word Count: 2600+

Warnings: Brief violence. Pain. Kinda graphic.

MASTERLIST

Dating was hard. So was being a super hero. Combining the two was a whole other level of ridiculous.

Dick had far too much experience with dating people he worked with. He had never been one to push separating pleasure from business if the opportunity arose, but Y/n always had been. They had watched Dick go through girlfriends one after the other - and it was always ruined by being a superhero. Seeing that Dick wasn’t one to be a player, and ended on good terms in all of those relationships, it was obvious that dating superheroes didn’t work. So when Y/n started to have feelings for him...

Listen having feelings for Richard Grayson was one thing. It was risky on its own. Dick was a great guy but he also had a lot of responsibility and it left little time for a relationship. Which meant that when Dick called Y/n out on their feelings, Y/n made him set immediate rules if they were going to date. He had to treat them like any of the other team - they could take care of themself, it wasn’t his job to take care of them. With that, no PDA. They couldn’t be coupley - it was distracting and if they didn’t end up working out it would mess up the team. Dick, more than willing to go through the relationship and try it out however it needed to go, agreed immediately. He had tried the open and adorable and flirty thing and it had failed, so why not try something new?

It was surprisingly easy. The two had already worked well before, but as they grew to love each other even more and learn more about the other, their trust and understanding grew. They went from functional to exceptional. Any team with both of them would succeed - no matter what. They didn’t have to talk, a simple touch or look and they understood each other. The team tried to communicate as much as possible and with Megan connecting everyone telepathically it wasn’t often needed, but when it was? Everyone was very grateful for the new dynamic duo.

As much as Y/n and Dick were very lowkey and casual, their growing connection went very noticed by everyone around them. It started with their closest friends of course, but very quickly branched out to even those who didn’t know them well. Even without the usual flirting and blushing and flusterness they were used to seeing with in-team dating, they had an undeniable chemistry. An energy, like a chord that tied them together. So thick and present that it was almost tangible.

They always sat and stood close to each other, and even if they never were touchier than with anyone else or didn’t explicitly move to be together, it was odd that they just happened to be side by side. Like they were subconsciously staying close by each other even if there was nothing going on. They came and left together a lot, usually passing it off as being engaged in some kind of conversation or plan. They usually went on patrol together unless they had a specific need for someone else or Dick was taking one of the other Robins for mentor stuff.

They just... clicked. And everyone could tell.

It became very normal for the two to be casual, even though they’d been dating only a few months. They went on dates, and the Batfam all knew they were dating of course - even without talking about it. They still had their domestic and romantic moments as well. They just got used to existing together. That was their love language.

That changed one day when Y/n got hurt.

Dick had been back at the compound. It was a big mission and Y/n had ended up with Tim. The two weren’t as fluid as Y/n and Dick, but they did have a certain flow that Bruce and Dick both thought would be a good influence for Tim. So the duo had set out, and for a while everything had been okay. It was only a recon mission - get intel, get out. They had underestimated security though and Y/n had barely pulled Tim out of the way of an arrow that sunk into a wood wall where Tim’s head had been.

The fight wasn’t too bad. The thugs were slow and awkward. They were used to Tim - this was Gotham after all and Red Robin wasn’t a new player in the game - but they had never seen Y/n before and as they were a super powered individual and not just a well stocked tool belt and incredible amount of smarts, the usual tricks that were used against the Batfam... didn’t work on Y/n.

The problem arose in numbers. There were so many of them, and it was far too soon that the two were outnumbered and back to back as even their combined efforts were not showing any openings to snag an upper hand. Y/n, whose powers were based on the flight their wings gave them, was not having an easy time maneuvering in such a small space as the thugs closed in. And they could have just flown off, but there were snipers on the roof and they couldn’t move fast enough to get out of range while also carrying Tim. They’d have been shot down. Even now it was risky - they were lucky they were in the cover of so many trees.

There was the sound of some kind of gun - not armed with bullets, as it soon became obvious, but anchors that caught Y/n’s wings and yanked. Hard. They dodged several of the things, but it made it even harder to fight while trying to hide their large target wings from such attacks while also fighting the other people. Tim eventually got caught up in the dodging, fighting, and trying to avoid messing up Y/n, and slammed into their back on accident. The space they both had was too small now and Y/n tripped, losing their balance. It left an opening for one of the anchors finally implanted into the side of Y/n’s right wing. All the person had to do was yank and they weren’t only thrown off balance - they were distracted by an incredibly sharp pain that wracked their entire body.

Dick was screaming in Y/n’s ear piece, something about back up coming and being careful and holding in there and- and something else, but Tim and Y/n couldn’t pay attention or respond. Tim was suddenly doubled up on enemies as another anchor hit the bottom of Y/n’s right wing, and then another hit their left finally. They were being yanked, this time in three very different directions. Not only the pain of being pulled like that, but also in near opposite directions - like being pulled in half - set their body on fire.

They were blinded by vision that was going white with agony, a scream ripping from them with every yank. It went from fighting to defending as they simply tried to pry off the anchors and push the other people away from them. But it was too much and another anchor caught them - this time sinking into their arm. Seconds later their opposite leg was caught too, and they couldn’t even move. Dick had gone silent and Tim had taken his place, screaming Y/n’s name. But they had been separated and he had his own problems to deal with.

In the end, backup got there just in time. Y/n had been caught in several places, and was immobile as they got the shit kicked out of them. Garth, M’gann and Zatana showed up in time for the rescue, finishing off the rest of the thugs and scooping Y/n and Tim onto the ship and away from Gotham. They all returned to the cave alive, even as Y/n had been very messed up.

It wasn’t long before Y/n was okay. They had been out of commission for about a week, more for psychological reasons than physical ones. The team had a healer now and Y/n had only let her in, wanting to be alone for a while to go through the course of events in their head and process what had happened. Black Canary had helped, and then they were back and just fine, if a little sensitive wing wise and a little jumpy when it came to missions.

Dick hadn’t seen his partner in a week. They had texted and called, but they had begged him to give them a second because they were having a hard time handling what had happened. Dick had tried to come out of costume and without the team, but things kept coming up - suddenly a week was gone. Y/n understood and soothed his worry and guilt, but it still didn’t change that when they finally were back, Dick was a little protective.

When one of the younger kids asked about it, Dick explained that as team leader he felt very guilty for being partly responsible for the harm that Y/n experienced that night. It was a good excuse, especially as everyone on the team cared very deeply about each other and everyone felt just as upset about Y/n being hurt as Dick did (if maybe a little less, as Dick was their boyfriend). Even as valid as it was, they all knew the truth. They couldn’t imagine what it would be like to watch someone you loved go through that, so everyone gave them as much space as possible.

It was early morning and everyone was either not awake, at school, or at work. Y/n had switched to online school, excusing it as being super sick. They usually bind their wings for public stuff and it was just fine, but with their new sensitivities it had grown from slightly annoying to suffocating and even painful. Not wanting to stay home and worry their parents, they had taken to doing school in the cave. Dick had graduated, so he no longer had school and he didn’t need to work so when he didn’t want to - he didn’t. That meant that even early like it was, Y/n was sat on the couch with their laptop, backpack, and notes out, wings stretch out and resting gently, when Dick entered the cave.

Immediately Y/n rose an eyebrow. “You never come over this early,” they pointed out.

Dick shrugged. “I know you’ve been having a hard time sleeping with your wings, so I gaurentee you slept in and haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”

Usually Y/n wouldn’t hesitate to call him out on such a blatant excuse to be around them, but honestly he was right and they were very happy to see him. On top of that, they hated to be alone and no one else was in the cave so they could be a little coupley without it being a big deal.

“Fine,” they relented. Dick, who had predicted as much, was already starting his work in the kitchen. Y/n didn’t bother him with questions or breakfast cravings - Dick knew their favorites and preferences. Instead they focused on class, headphones in and pen working across their sheet as they took notes along with the lesson. It seemed only minutes later when Dick appeared next to them. He set two plates down, and then left again to return with two glasses of orange juice as well. He set the glasses on the coffee table where he had put the plates before. Then he plopped onto the couch next to them. His arm went around their shoulders, holding then to him rather than just resting like they usually did. There was a desperation to it - almost like he was reassuring himself they were there at all.

Y/n didn’t give him crap for throwing them off balance and almost making them drop their laptop. They just readjusted and curled into his side. On one knee they watched the stream and on the other they balanced the plate they had grabbed. They ate as they watched and Dick watched with them. He snagged an ear bud and they listened together. When Y/n got confused - he could tell because they froze while eating - he would quickly explain it a different way and they’d nod before continuing.

Once they were done eating, Dick gathered the dirty dishes and left the couch. He cleaned it all up before returning with a large blanket. Y/n smiled as he settled next to them again, this time full pulling them almost into his lap. They chuckled, readjusting once again. “You’re being incredibly distracting Richard,” they teased.

Dick smiled softly. “How ever will you cope?”

They looked at him, an eyebrow quirked in an annoyed expression. Unfortunately their blush ruined it, especially as their lips curled into a smile. “I suppose I’ll tolerate you. Just a little.” They both chuckled and then leaned forward, stealing a long, gentle kiss. His hand rose to cup their face, thumb brushing their cheek and jaw over and over again. Comforting. Loving. They sighed into the kiss, melting into him completely.

Finally Y/n pulled away and they cuddled closer, Y/n’s head falling on Dick’s shoulder and their legs draped over his lap. They returned their attention to the class, Dick’s chin resting on top of Y/n’s head. He caught them up on what they’d missed while distracted by him and they laughed breathily. They were practically glowing as he held them. It was an incredible relief to be reunited after such a harrowing experience and time apart. Perhaps it was why they stayed like that even as the first class ended and the second started.

What they notice was that time was passing. They knew it logically, but both were immersed in the class and their own reunion and the relief and comfort and love they both felt - they didn’t even register the ticking of the clock or the rising of the sun, let alone Connor coming into the room to get some breakfast of his own.

Connor stopped in the doorway, surprised to see the couple so... coupley, I guess. There was something so tender and domestic about them cuddling up, chatting about class when Y/n needed it. Connor almost felt like he was walking into a personal bedroom, witnessing a very private and intimate moment. He had never seen them so like this, and his definition of love between them had become standing close and making eye contact while talking. This was a whole new level of precious.

When the shock wore off, a glowing grin took his place. Someone walked up behind him. “What are you-“ the voice that obviously belonged to Raquel cut off with a gasp as she noticed the same scene he had. “Oh my god.”

Connor chuckled. Y/n and Dick looked over just in time for Connor to hold out his palm, and Raquel, speechless, reached into her pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. She placed it in his hand and he smirked before going to make breakfast.

They had made a wager on whether Y/n and Dick were together or not. Interesting.

Dick smiled to himself. “We should do this more often. I like seeing their reactions to us.”

Y/n hummed, nodding. “Okay.” Their answer made Dick soften, and he sunk deeper into the couch like he had gone a little limp.

Raquel shook her head before moving to the kitchen with Connor. Now that she had gotten over her shock she was determined for breakfast as well. She simply looked at Connor and rolled her eyes. “Simp.”

Connor actually snorted in amusement. “You’re surprised?”

That made Raquel giggle. “Fair enough.”

Filippo: Are you ashamed of me?

Eleonora: A little bit.

At night, Elia dreams of Filippo.

It’s weird, because he’s been obsessed with girls before, absolutely, so it’s not like infatuation is a new thing for him. But never has Elia dreamt with such vivid clarity and an undertone of such desperate want, longing, for someone before.

He dreams of lean abs painted like a statue of ancient Rome. He dreams of corded muscles tensing and relaxing as long fingers flick the end of a cigarette. He dreams of bleached curls and dark eye lashes; of freckles like constellations on smooth tan skin. 

He dreams of gasps and moans and whispers of “please” and “more” and “god don’t stop.” He dreams of soothing touches and bruise-educing grips; of laughter and the morning sunlight gleaming off of espresso eyes still hazy from a night of pleasure and sleep.

But Elia doesn’t dream reality. 

He doesn’t dream the careful way in which his eyes never fail to look out for Filippo across a rooftop party composed of mutual friends. He doesn’t dream of their eyes meeting and holding for an eternity, only for Filippo’s to eventually trail away when the disappointment that Elia can’t quite bring himself to make the first move after their night together weeks ago sets in. He doesn’t dream of Marti’s considering looks, or Gio’s pursed lips, or the way Luca seems oblivious to it all. 

(It’s not the boy thing, guys, it’s not that. I’m not ashamed, it’s just complicated.)

He doesn’t dream of his father slamming a Bible down at the dinner table in front of him, repeating over and over that the Santini family are good Catholics, great ones, and that good Catholic boys marry good Catholic girls and that there are no exceptions. 

It wouldn’t be hard to be a good Catholic boy. Elia likes girls without trying; he likes curves and giggles and the smell of perfume. 

But more than he likes girls right now, Elia likes Filippo.

Elia wants Filippo.

And Elia is nothing if not selfish.

So he looks up at the dark ceiling, watching the way shadows flicker as cars pass by. Then he glances towards his bedside table.

02:43

To Filippo Sava: can I come over?

(i hate this, but i didn't had time to write another one. sorry for every mistake you could find in it but english is not my first language and I don't write very often in english)

elippo week day 1 - roommates "too kind"

you are too kind, and you know that. you care about everyone, even if you don't really know them, and there's another proof of that.

It was around 3 A.M., You were bingewatching sense8 sitting on your couch, when you decided to take a little break. you taked your phone and viewed the notificiation. you opened the chat with marti, he forwarded a looong audio message. you sighed, pressing play.

you still remeber the sentation in your stomach, while you were listening to that audio.

you didn't expected that.

you didn't recognized the boy who was talking, probably you didn't even know him, but fuck, fuck it was heartbreaking. he was crying and sobbing so hard he couldn't talk, he was sluttering nosense things for a lot of seconds, and you were just breathless.

he started talking properly, saying "marti, marti i'm so sorry, i-i know it's late, but i-i don't know what to do. my dad, my dad, he-" and he started crying and sobbing again "i just want to get away of this house marti, i'm so scared, i can't breath."

you remember you had to stop the audio for a second, tears started to fall down on your cheeks without control. you were crying and sobbing just like that boy was doing, and you still ask yourself why you were crying like that for a person you didn't even know. maybe it was because it reminded you about your panic attaks, or maybe it was just his broken voice, and his sobs, and his crying...you calmed down a bit, letting the audio play again.

"Marti, please, i beg you, let me stay at yours for some days, please, the time to let him calm down, please" the audio ended. his disperation in his voice breaked your heartyou wiped his tears, answering to Martino with "holy shit darling, who's that?!?"

he answered you immediatly.

from marti: fuck...

from marti: shit filo sorry, i wanted to send it to luchino not to you, i'm sorry, just forget that

to marti: no Marti, i can't just forget what i've just listened.

to marti: that was aweful

to marti: who was that guy?

from marti: i can't tell you

to marti: marti fuck please, if you don't i will send it to Sil and she will recognize the voice for sure

from marti: fuck, okay

from marti: it was Elia

Elia, really? Elia, the fucking hot, shallow, rude and with a really good ass? you didn't expected that. you visualized him like the usual straight white boy that have everything from his life, without problems and that doesn't give a fuck about everything, and at that moment you was ashamed of yourself for having thought all those things...and for what then? for a coat? for tan skin? for love of soccer? for obsession with fifa? or maybe it was the earring made, of course, on the left ear. Maybe it was his way of doing things, his beauty that left you speechless and made you think only that, with that face, with that body, what could go wrong for you? fuck, you felt so guilty. you were the first who hated prejudice, and yet you couldn't help but having prejudice on everyone.

from marti: don't tell anyone

to marti: what happened with his father?

from marti: filo, i've said too much, please

to marti: it's okay

you taked a breath. you couldn't really believe you were doing that. you waited a little bit before sending the message, just to think if you really wanted it, and yes, you fucking wanted it, that was the right thing to do.

to marti: but tell elia that i'm searching a roommate

from marti: but you're not searching a roommate

to marti: well now i am

from marti: what about ele?

to marti: she is with prince charming in new york, she wont care

from marti: okay

from marti: why are you doing this?

yeah Filo, why the fuck are you doing this? you're not even going to have something in change from him unsless money (if he haved it, if not you were obviously going to give him the room anyway)

to marti: 'cause that audio was the worst thing i ever listened to, so if he needs help i want to do all i can

from marti: thank you so much Filo

from marti: I appriciate that, and he will too

from marti: you're too kind for this world, really

to marti: i know

fuck, you knew.

You didn't even know this fucking Elia, what if he was the world's worst roommate? if it was impossible to live with him? God, he was coming, and you were already starting to regret making that decision.

you had spoken to him twice, in chat, and beyond various agreements on payment and various thanks from Elia, it's not that you spoke so much. He probably didn't even know that you knew, but that you knew what? that he have daddy issues? that he had a panic attack? you didn't even know what you knew, or at least in that moment you didn't know, then you got a bump of awareness as soon as someone rang the bell, and opening you seen Elia, smiling, with a box in his hand, and a bruise upon his eye. slowly swallowing, letting him in. his father had done that giant thing on his face? As soon as Elia put the box on the table, he came to hug you suddenly.

"Thank you, Fili, you don't know what it means to me, really," he whispered in your ear as you strenged him in your arms. How much you wished you didn't knew, to think that he had that bruise in a meaningless and meaningful fight, that meant as much to him because he had finally become independent, how much you wished.

"don't worry" you said by giving him a kiss on the cheek, which you did with anyone, but not with strangers like Elia, and yet you felt that you had to do it. You stroked his back, then you loosened the hug.

"How did you do it?" you asked him, pointing to the bruise on his face.

For Christ's sake, don't you know the saying, "Chi si fa i cazzi suoi campa cent'anni"? (OKAY LISTEN I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO TRANSLATE IT, and in italian it sounds a lot better, but it basically means "who minds his own business lives one hundred years).

"uhm, nothing...some guys were beating a boy, I defended him and they punched me, nothing really important" he slightly looked down, uttering those words, but with a little reassuring smile. reassuring? fuck, you trembled at the thought of that boy being beaten, moreover by his father.

"hm, understood. it hurts?" you asked him, because, again, were you too kind and precious to the fucking world, and you were so fucking worried about him.

"not much".

"All right, come on, let's go, I'll show you around and help you move your things to Ele's room" You smiled at him, put one hand on his shoulder, then carried him around the house, showing him first the living room, then the kitchen, the bathroom, your room and then his room, Ele's room, you know, that room. You came back alone, took the box from the table, and you couldn't help but look inside.

Again, Fili, chi si fa i cazzi suoi campa cent'anni, when you want to understand it? Inside, there were clothes, T-shirts mostly, Cds, photos and a thing that you couldn't identify well, you thought it was something to make music, you didn't know how to use it or its name, and you didn't even care. you took the Cds in your hands, one was Fine Line by Harry Styles (is elia really straight?), one Evergreen by Calcutta, and another was Uomo! by Mondo Marcio

You putted them back inside the box, taking some photos. one was with a girl, who must have been about your age, while all the others were with his friends, most with Contrabbandieri and nicco all together, and some were where he was alone with martino, or only with Luca. You putted them back in the box, noticing another photo that you had missed. a picture with Sana.

excuse me? ok back, what you had just seen? Elia. with Sana. Elia who took a photo with Sana. Elia who took a photo with sana and also printed it.

you put the photo back in, on your way back to Elia.

Filippo, you're the nicest person in the world, okay, but you need to mind your own fucking business.

you were too kind, so kind that you sacrificed your time and your cock to help your very good looking roommate understand his sexuality better, without even earning anything in return. a real angel.

too bad that you felt you were attaching too much to that boy, and now when you're fucking you no longer closed your eyes, concentrating on the pleasure you were feeling, but you kept them open, observing elia's body, the bruises on his body ( that elia kept telling you that he made them falling from his skate, but by now you had understood that it was his father who made them, when elia on Sunday came home to have lunch with him), kissing them, while you concentrated on giving him pleasure. that thing wasn't right.

you had decided to remain fuck-friends even when elia understood, already after the first blowjob, that he was bisexual, and now you were regretting it, because besides that there was nothing, out of bed you acted like normal friends, and that thing made you feel like shit.

you hated yourself because you kept telling yourself that love was not your thing and that you would never fall in love, and instead you always ended up falling in love, and always with the wrong guys. you felt like an imbecile, a fucking imbecile. you felt like an imbecile when elia suddenly sat on your legs and started kissing you and you didn't even have the strength to let him get off and say no, tell him what you started to feel, get away before the situation became unmanageable. perhaps it already was. you felt like an imbecile because you didn't even understand what you felt.

you entered the house after being a week in america with Eleonora, finding Elia lying on the sofa, sleeping, as you had predicted from the fact that he hadn't answered your many calls; he seemed very tired. you sat next to him for a second, stroking his hair and face. suddenly he woke up, slowly opening first one eye and then the other.

"Good morning" you smiled at him, and he immediately sprang up sitting.

"fucking fuck, I forgot you would come back today, fuck I'm sorry, really"

"don't worry eli, really. How are you?"

"I'm... well, how did it go with ele?" he seemed a little doubtful, but you decided not to tell him anything. you had noticed the pale face and the big dark circles under his eyes, but you were looking for the best time to talk to him about it.

"very well, even if I missed you a little bit" you risked , you know it well, but the smile that immediately formed on elia's face made you pass all the anxiety.

"say that you were actually missing my ass because you can't stay a week without fucking" chuckled elia, pushing you slightly.

"sgam... in fact I was wondering if you wanted to make up for the lost days" you smiled, approaching him to kiss him, but he put a hand on your chest.

"I don't... not now, I still have to cook and-"

"Let's order a pizza" you approached again, placing a hand behind his neck, but he put pressure on your chest, moving, with a sorry and anxious look at the same time.

"Filo really, not now"

"yes, of course, sorry, sorry if I insisted" you looked down, you felt incredibly guilty.

"it's nothing..."

"I really order pizza though, and in the meantime you can rest a little longer, yeah? you need it" he gave you a small smile, murmuring an okay, getting up and putting himself on his bed, falling asleep in a short time .

unfortunately for elia he managed to sleep for half an hour, before your pizzas, a margherita for you and a diavola for him, arrived, and you had to wake him up. the truth was that elia didn't want to eat, and he didn't even have the strength to. he was hungry, but at the same time the mere idea of ​​eating made him feel bad, and he just wanted to stay in bed all day, everyday.

he stayed more than 5 minutes staring at his pizza, and you started to worry.

"oi... don't wanna eat? don't you like it?"

"yes, I like it..." and yet he still didn't eat, staring at his empty glass of water, which in 5 minutes had already filled up twice.

"Then what's wrong? Are you still tired?"

"I'm not hungry, fili" his voice was getting smaller and smaller with each answer, his gaze lower and lower.

"did you had breakfast?"

"no.."

"eli ... did you ate while I wasn't there?" your heart started beating fast. you couldn't let it happen to him too, after you saw Eleonora abandoning herself, not eating for days, and after you saw Silvia doing the same thing, you couldn't.

"of course I ate Filo..." you didn't believe him, but from experience you already knew that insisting on that thing would only make him angry and he wouldn't get anything.

"eli, what's wrong with you? you can tell me about everything, you know"

"I know..."

"How about if you eat a little bit and then we rest for a while on your bed? mh? you are pale darling, if you think I'll let you go without even taking a bite you are wrong" you put your hand towards his, stroking it slightly

"filo..."

"yes?" he detached his hand from yours, moving away a bit and slowly raising his shirt, leaving his chest uncovered, with three large purple spots.

"Christ, how did you do it?" you knew it, and even if I hadn't known this time you wouldn't have drunk the excuse of skateboarding, a fall doesn't leave you those marks.

"I came out to my dad" he said, lowering his gaze once more, along with the shirt.

"Lia..." you didn't know what to say to him. your parents had reacted decently to your coming out, and anything you came to say to comfort him seemed stupid and useless.

"I was stupid, it's my fault, I knew he would have this reaction"

"Elia, what the fuck are you saying? it's not your fault ok? it's not normal to do something like that, you're his son!"

"It's my fault because I shouldn't have told him Filo! He's been beating me for any bullshit for years, it's years that I know what he thinks of people like us, and I even thought he could react decently!" elia held back her tears as hard as she could, and you could see it from her broken voice and bright eyes. you hugged him, strong but so as not to hurt him.

"eli ... I'm so sorry, I swear to you, he doesn't deserve a son like you, and you don't deserve a father like that, and... I know you will be angry, but I knew it... I knew about your father... I'm sorry eli, I should've done something, I know, but I didn't know what to do, and you kept lying to me and..." you felt like shit, you knew everything and you hadn't done anything to avoid it. you weren't made for people, and elia deserved a better person than you.

"Filo doesn't matter, I don't know how you knew it but it doesn't matter, you couldn't have done anything... at least now he doesn't want to see me anymore, it hurts, but now it's over... now I can be me, and even if-if I will remember all this forever, now I can live without being afraid of him anymore... and Fili... even if I haven't told you about this, it doesn't mean that I don't care about you, that you are only my roommate or my friend with benefits, it only means that I didn't want you to worry about me, or that you found out that I'm a mess, I was afraid of ruining everything, because I'm happy with you, you make me feel good... I stopped thinking about..suicide, since I lived here, if you hadn't taken me as a roommate, I... Christ, you saved me Filo" he began to cry, and together with him you burst. you took his hand, squeezing it tightly. all his words began to spin in your head like a vortex; I care about you, I'm a mess, you make me feel good, suicide, you saved me.

"elia..." you took a deep breath, you had to do it.

"you don't have to say something-"

"I love you elia" you closed your eyes to not see his reaction. you ruined everything, but you needed to tell him how you felt.

"what?"

"I'm sorry ... really, I'm sorry, it shouldn't have happened, but I love you, and I really don't care if you don't love me, but I want to stay with you eli, I want to be your friend, and make you feel good, and prepare you fucking pancakes at 3 in the morning when you're in chemical hunger, and I want to hug you when you're sick, I want to be there for you, even if I love you and you don't love me, because you're one of the few people I've ever really cared about. "it was now impossible to stop your tears dripping down your cheeks.

elia seemed speechless, and you just wanted to sink into the void.

"I love you too" you heard him murmur, and you immediately looked up at him.

"really?" you kept crying, but this time there was a big smile on your face, which immediately formed also on elia's, who nodded.

you approached him quickly, kissing him. it wasn't your first kiss, but it was like it was.

at that moment everything was gone, the bruises, the pain, everything, it was just the two of you.

you had a lot to talk about, but at that moment you had something else to think about.

for once, your being kind and nosy had served you something.

Eliott: had sex with Lucas in the studio, being stained with paint.

Niccolo: gave Marti a blowjob as soon as he entered the house.

Sander: fell out of bed while unbuckling a shoe.

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My Elippoweek Recap

Day 1  05/08  Secret Dating    - Gifset    - Ficlet

Day 2  06/08  Photography or Art    - Watercolor Instagram

Day 3  07/08  Family    - Filo’s mom ficlet

Day 4  08/08  Canon Compliant    - Donation ficlet

Day 5  09/08  Partying    - Never Have I Ever cartoon

Day 6  10/08  Sexuality and Pride    - Gifset

Day 7  11/08  Free Day    - Gifset    - But It Could Be Love fic (16.8k words)

Thanks to everyone who participated and everyone who reblogged the great elippo things! I know Skam Italia may be over, but it’s been an important part of my life this last year. It made me want to join in an active fandom for the first time in 8 years and write fics, something I hadn’t been doing much of lately. It also got me back into watercolor and art, so yay. Anyway, thanks to the @elippoweek organizers and everyone who came along for the ride with this tiny crackship of ours!

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could i bribe you into writing more elippo with telling you it'd make my quarantined ass happy while reading it ?

Bribe me with comments and reblogs ;) that’s all it takes.

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Wiping the sheen of sweat off his brow, Elia sighed, watching the hem of the curtains moving in the feeble breeze coming from the fan in the corner.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, blinking at the ceiling, lit up only by the sun outside. The lights were off, the living room bathed in shadows but it was still ridiculously warm even as he lay on the hard wood floor. “I would give anything for some air conditioning.”

“Repair guy said he was coming,” Filippo said from beside Elia, eyes closed, hand on his stomach, as though he was actually enjoying this.

“Before next century?” Elia didn’t know how long it had been since Filippo had pulled him down on the floor, saying it would be cooler somehow. Elia wasn’t sure why he’d believed that.

“You know what sounds good right now?” Filippo said, ignoring Elia’s sarcasm. Elia sighed in response, shoving his hair off his sticky forehead. The fan in the corner wasn’t nearly strong enough to blow away the hot, thick air swirling around them.

“Cold air.”

“Gelato,” Filippo said with a soft hum. “Ice cold, dripping through your fingers, sticky and wet and delicious.”

Elia blinked slowly at the ceiling. He wasn’t thinking about gelato as Filippo spoke, his mind wandering to other things wet and sticky. Fuck, though, it was way too hot to be thinking of that shit. Elia was pretty sure if he tried to move, he’d be stuck to the floor.

He wasn’t sure where Eleonora had run off to--probably somewhere that wasn’t ridiculously hot. Elia wasn’t sure why they couldn’t do that, why they were stuck waiting for the repair man.

“You’re sticky,” Filippo said, breaking Elia out of his thoughts, hazy and tired, as though the heat was weighing him down. He barely glanced over at Filippo’s finger tracing up his arm.

“It’s hot,” Elia said, as if Filippo didn’t know. As if the apples of his cheeks weren’t pink, a flush crawling up his neck.

“You can go if you want,” Filippo said after a minute, rolling his head back and closing his eyes. “Call Marti and see if his A/C is working.”

A part of Elia wanted to. He wanted so badly to not be sweating anymore, aching for some kind of relief that the pitiful fan was not providing. He could just leave, leave Filippo waiting for some guy who may or may not show up for hours. If he wanted to, he could have done it hours ago when Filippo had rolled him out of bed and announced the A/C was out.

But he was still here, his shirt discarded a long time ago, down to his boxers as he rolled onto his side, propped himself up on his elbow to gaze down at Filippo.

Filippo didn’t open his eyes, almost appearing asleep as Elia let his eyes graze over his shoulders, down his chest, the fox tattooed on his ribcage, the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband of his underwear.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said finally, brushing Filippo’s hair behind his ears. He’d been letting it grow out lately, starting to curl again, the bleach at the tips fading back to brown. Elia found he liked it this way, but then, he liked pretty much everything about Filippo.

Filippo’s eyes opened slowly, a smile curving his lips after a second. “Who knew you were so whipped.”

“Whipped?” Elia repeated, skeptical, but he didn’t pull away from Filippo, instead letting his fingers trail down his neck, leaving tracks in the sheen of sweat there. “I’m not staying for you.”

“Oh?” Filippo asked, curious eyebrows rising, like it he knew it was all bullshit.

“You know this is the first time we’ve had the apartment to ourselves in weeks. Since Edo left for the US?”

Filippo smiled knowingly. “Yeah,” he agreed, taking a deep breath as Elia’s fingers slid over his collar bone. Leaning into Elia, close enough that their noses bumped together, he tilted his head to the side, just enough that it would be so easy for Elia to kiss him. “Thought you were hot?”

He was. He was so fucking hot. But he was also very aware that Eleonora was gone and Filippo was wearing only a pair of boxers shorts, and well, they’d never fucked in the living room before and Elia wasn’t one to waste an opportunity.

“Maybe I want to be hotter,” he murmured as he closed what little distance there was between them, kissing Filippo easily, opening his mouth to Filippo’s, tongue sliding past his teeth as he rolled into him.

It was sticky skin, hot and flushed before they’d even begun, Elia’s hands anchoring in Filippo’s hair as they kissed, slow and languid, something aching in his chest when Filippo’s hands landed on his hips. 

Elia was going to make this good. He was going to make himself forget about the heat and how much he just wanted an ice cold shower. He was going to get his hand in between them, wrapped around Filippo, make him come with just his tongue.

Filippo’s soft exhale in his ear made Elia groan, biting at his jaw, hand gliding down Filippo’s stomach.

A knock on the door made Elia curse, almost disappointed when Filippo pulled away from his mouth. 

“That must be the repair guy,” Filippo said, patting Elia’s cheek with a slight smirk. “Keep that thought, okay?”

Elia certainly would, he thought as Filippo pushed himself up from the floor and pulled his shirt back on. Instead of getting up, Elia let out a breath and sunk back on the floor as Filippo let the guy in. He’d get something he wanted, one way or another.

If it wasn't for fucking exams. I'd be in that theater first show watching TBOSAS.