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Caught In The Middle - Valerio Montesinos x Muñoz!Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Fandom: Elite

Pairing and other characters mentioned: Valerio Montesinos x Reader, Ander Munoz x Reader, Guzman Nunier, Lu Montesinos, Samuel Garcia, Carla Roson, Cayetana Grajera, Omar Shanaa

Summary: You are Ander's twin sister and have recently started dating Valerio. However, Ander doesn't approve of your relationship, and when an incident takes place during a party, he warns Valerio to stay away from you. {Requested}

Word count: 1781

Trigger warning: alcohol and substance abuse, attempted sa, violence, cursing

A/N: I'm noticing a lack of Elite fanfiction here on Tumblr, which I'm not very happy about. Please, feel free to send in requests, my loves.

“Out of all the boys in Las Encinas, you really had to sleep with this degenerate,” your brother’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Excuse me?” you questioned in disbelief. Normally, Ander would keep his opinions to himself- it wasn’t like him to intervene with your personal life- but it wasn’t like you to keep things from him either.

Ander took a deep breath. “When were you going to tell me?” he asked. You frowned, unsure of how you should respond. “Tell you what?” you replied, trying to buy yourself more time to think of an excuse.

Your twin rolled his eyes. “About you and Valerio. I had to find out from Omar, for God’s sake!”

You felt the blood on your face painting your cheeks red. It was obvious you couldn’t hide the truth from your brother any longer. “Look, cariño, I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Ander’s expression softened. “Y/N, you’re my twin sister. You know you can always confide in me, right?”

“I know how much you dislike him,” you murmured. Ander picked up on the fact you avoided eye contact, and took a seat next to you on your bed. His wrapped his arm around your shoulder carefully, and pulled you closer to him.

“I don’t dislike Valerio,” he sighed, “I just don’t think he’s good for you.”

Ander had a valid point. Valerio had a reputation for being a troublemaker, and his involvement with drugs and partying was well-known around the school. Despite all that, you couldn’t help the way you felt about him.

“I understand what you’re saying, cariño,” you said, “but I just hope you can accept my choise.”

Ander took a deep breath before responding. “I will always support you, Y/N, no matter what. Just, promise me one thing.”

There was a moment of silence before he continued, during which you felt your heart pounding on your chest. “Promise me you’ll be careful, and that you’ll come to me if you ever need anything.”

You felt a wave of graditute wash over you as you hugged your brother tightly. “Thank you, Ander,” you breathed. “I promise.”

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As you swallowed the sixth vodka shot, you felt like your soul was elevating heavenwards. The sweet taste of gummy bears mixed with alcohol burned your throat and made you feel euphoric- like the world was still there, but for the moment, it didn't have you by the throat.

“You’re breathtaking tonight, Y/N,” Valerio whispered, his lips brushing over your exposed collarbone. You giggled and tittled your head slightly to the side, placing a soft kiss on his neck. “I could say the same thing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

As the alcohol continued to flow through your veins, you started to feel lightheaded. The room around you spun in dizzying circles, and you struggled to keep your balance. Valerio noticed your unsteady movements and reached out to steady you, his hand gripping your arm tightly.

“Y/N, you okay?” he questioned. Even though you couldn’t hear his voice clearly enough, you could see the concern etching on his face. You tried to nod, but the room spun even faster, and you felt like you might be sick.

“I don’t feel so good,” you mumbled, your words slurring together. Valerio’s grip on your arm tightened, and he led you to a nearby couch, sitting you down carefully.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured you, kissing you softly on the forehead. “I’ll go get you some water.” And with that, he disappeared into the crowd.

A few moments went by, and your dizziness only got worse.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your thigh, and you looked up to see a stranger leering at you. You tried to push him away, but your limbs felt heavy and uncooperative.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” he slurred, his breath hot and stale against your face. You tried to scream, but no sound came out, and the darkness swallowed you whole.

It didn’t take long for Valerio to return to the crowded living room, clutching a bottle of water in his hand. He searched for you in the sea of faces, and when he realized you were nowhere to be seen, he felt his heart skip a beat. As panic set in, he scanned the room once again. He spotted Samuel and Guzman chatting in a corner, and quickly approached them.

“Guys, have you seen Y/N?” he asked with a slightly shaken voice.

Guzman and Samuel exhanged a puzzled glance. “No, we haven’t seen her. Why?” Samuel replied. Valerio felt his heart sinking to his stomach, and his eyes darted the room for familiar faces one more time. He didn’t bother replying to Samuel before rushing to Lu and Carla.

“Lu, have you seen Y/N? I can’t find her anywhere.”

Lu shook her head. “No, sorry. We've been dancing together for the past hour.”

Valerio’s concern slowly evolved into fear. His mind conjured up horrifying scenarios, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had failed to protect you.

“Val, what’s going on?” Lu questioned, visibly concerned.

Valerio took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before explaining the situation. “It’s all my fault,” he murmured, the words weighing heavy on his chest.

“What’s going on?” asked Guzman, arriving at the scene along with Samuel, drawn in by the commotion.

“We can’t find Y/N,” Carla spoke up. The sense of urgency in her voice was palpable.

Guzman’s expression remained stoic as he tried to assess the situation. “Have you tried calling her?” he asked Valerio.

“I did just now. It’s going straight to voicemail,” Lu interjected.

Guzman's mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. "Vale. Where's Ander and Omar?" he questioned, his tone serious and firm. “They went to get some drinks, they should be back any minute now.”

“We have to split up and search for her. She must be somewhere in the house,” Carla said, taking charge of the situation. “I’m texting Ander to check the pool and the back yard. Me and Lu will go see if her car is still in the driveway, and you guys head upstairs.”

The group nodded in agreement, and quickly dispersed to search for any signs of you.

Guilt washed over Valerio in waves, threatening to drown him as he imagined the worst. He mentally cursed himself for ever letting you out of his sight, for not being more careful, for not protecting you like he should have.

“Cayetana, have you seen Y/N?” Samuel asked, desperation creeping into his voice. “Si, I saw her and Gabriel going to the attic. She seemed a bit disoriented,” the blonde replied, taking a sip of her drink.

“What? Why didn't you say something earlier?" Guzman snapped, his anger rising at the thought of you being in danger.

"I didn't think anything of it," Cayetana replied defensively, sensing the tension in the air.

“Puta madre!”

Without another word, the three of them raced up to the attic, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they opened the door, they saw you huddled in the corner, shaking with fear. And there, hovering above you, was Gabriel, a sinister smile on his face.

"Ugh, merda. I was just starting to have some fun with your girlfriend."

Guzman and Samuel stepped forward, flanking Valerio on either side as they faced off against Gabriel. Valerio's eyes flashed with anger as he noticed your bruised arms and bloodied shirt. "What the fuck did you do to her, cabron?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

“I didn’t-” Gabriel didn’t get a chance to reply, as Guzman’s chuckles met with his mouth. “You are gonna pay for this, joder!” he screamed. Gabriel’s feet stumbled, as he held his arms up in defense. “I swear, I didn’t do anything. I was just messing around.”

“Just messing around?” Valerio growled, feeling his blood boiling. “Valerio, por favor,” Samuel whispered, grabbing him before he had the chance to hit him as well. “She needs you.”

Meanwhile, you were still curled up in the corner, shaking violently. You tried resisting the urge to throw up, but the mix of alcohol and the metal taste of blood in your mouth weren’t much help. You cried out, in a desperate attemp to capture someone’s attention, but nobody seemed to had heard you.

You were well aware that Valerio and Guzman would never let Gabriel get away with this. The sounds of fists hitting flesh, the screams of your friends, and the shattering of glass all seemed to blend together into one sickening cacophony. Your heart was racing, and you felt like you were going to pass out any moment.

“Guzman, Valerio, eso es suficiente!” Lu screamed, hurriedly entering the attic. Carla, Ander, Omar and Cayetana followed close behind.

Ander and Carla wasted no time rushing next to you. “Y/N, what happened?” Carla asked. Her voice was slow and steady, but you could tell she was struggling to keep her composure.

You took a deep breath. The air, however, didn’t reach the bottom of your lungs. You felt like you were suffocating.

“Call an ambulance, now!” Ander demanded. And, for the second time tonight, darkness swallowed you.

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“I don’t want you near my sister ever again. You've been nothing but trouble lately, and I don't want her getting caught in the middle of it."

Valerio took a final drag out of his cigarette. "What are you talking about? Tonight wasn’t my fault- I didn’t do anything wrong."

"Maybe not intentionally," Ander replied firmly, "but you've been a bad influence on her."

Valerio sighed. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I? At the end of the day, you never liked me.”

Ander watched as Valerio walked down the hospital corridor, feeling hurt and confused. He had never meant to cause any harm to you, and he couldn’t deny that he felt a deep sense of loss now that he couldn't be near you anymore. He knew that Ander was only looking out for his sister, and he respected that. Maybe someday, you could all be friends again, but for now, he would have to stay away.

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After hours: echoes of a night !

Genre: angst. series / part.ii

Pairing: valerio x riccardo + (some edoardo & cesare in the mix) italian boys!au

Summary: valerio finds himself drawn into the world of his older university peers, eager to fit in and prove himself. When they invite him out for a night of drinking and revelry, Valerio is excited but anxious, knowing that the crowd he’s with is more experienced and reckless.

Warnings: emotional distress, substance abuse, peer pressure, aggressive behavior

The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, harsh and unforgiving, as Valerio groaned and rolled over in bed. His head pounded, each throb a painful reminder of the night before. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the fog that clung to his mind. Every part of him felt heavy, weighed down by a mix of regret and the lingering effects of too much alcohol. But it wasn’t just the hangover that made him feel sick; it was the memory of Riccardo’s furious expression, the disappointment in his voice. Valerio couldn’t forget it, no matter how hard he tried. As he lay there, trying to piece together the events of the night, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it, squinting at the screen. Some friends’s unread messages from the night before.

Cez : Ricky called me after he found you. Are you okay?

Edo: You good Val?? Rick said you were pretty out of it, man.

Valerio stared at the messages, his stomach churning. The last thing he wanted was to face everyone after how things had gone down. But there was no avoiding it. He knew they’d all be coming over soon—probably to hash out what happened, probably to lay into him, just like Riccardo had. He sighed, dragging himself out of bed. Riccardo, who had spent the night in the spare room, emerged into the living room, his expression tight with lingering frustration. By the time Valerio made it to the kitchen, Riccardo was already there, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. His face was hard, but there was a trace of concern in his eyes. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension. Valerio hesitated in the doorway, unsure of what to say.

“Morning,” Riccardo finally said, his voice flat.

“Morning,” Valerio replied, avoiding his gaze.

He could feel Riccardo’s disapproval radiating from across the room, but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. Not yet. Before they could say anything more, the bell’s ring broke the silence. Valerio reluctantly got up to answer, revealing Edoardo and Cesare on the other side. Both greeted him with casual smiles, but there was an undercurrent of tension in the air, the aftermath of the previous night still hanging over them.

“Can we come in?” Cesare asked, his tone clipped. Valerio nodded, stepping aside to let them in. They filed into the living room, each of them casting glances at Riccardo, who still hadn’t moved from his spot in the kitchen. The atmosphere was tense, like a storm cloud ready to burst.

“Hey, man,” Edoardo said, moving closer. “How are you feeling?”

Valerio shrugged, avoiding eye contact. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

Cesare followed, his gaze flicking between Valerio and Riccardo, sensing the strained atmosphere. “We figured we’d check in on you, see how you’re doing after… everything.”

Valerio’s jaw tightened, irritation flaring up. “I’m fine, Cez. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Edoardo, sensing the tension, chimed in with a light-hearted tone. “Hey, we’re just here to hang out, no lectures. We all have our nights, right?”

Riccardo, who had been silent up until now, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his expression hardening. “Some of us know when to stop before things get out of hand.” The comment hung in the air, sharp and accusatory.

Valerio’s eyes narrowed, a defensive edge creeping into his voice. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Riccardo began, his voice low and controlled, “that last night was a disaster, Vale. You were reckless, and your so-called friends took advantage of that. You don’t see it, but you were this close to being in serious trouble.”

Edoardo stepped in, his tone calm but firm. “Ricky, come on, it wasn’t that bad. Vale was just blowing off some steam with his friends. We’ve all been there.” His voice was calm, almost too calm, as if he was trying to smooth things over before they escalated. “I’m not saying it was smart, but he’s not the only one to blame.”

Riccardo’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face Edoardo. “You’re defending him?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. “You think what happened last night is just blowing off some steam? I don’t call that normal.”

Edoardo bristled, his own frustrations bubbling to the surface. “You’re overreacting. He didn’t need you to swoop in and save him. He’s not a kid, and he doesn’t need you controlling every aspect of his life.”

The words hit him hard, but his expression remained stoic. “I’m not trying to control him. I’m trying to keep him from making mistakes that he’ll regret later. But you wouldn’t understand that, would you?”

Before Valerio could respond, Edoardo’s voice cut through, low and heated. “And who keeps you in check, Ricky? You’re so busy trying to control everything that you’re pushing everyone away. Vale isn’t a project for you to manage.”

Riccardo’s temper snapped. “You think I’m trying to control him? I’m trying to protect him from ending up like you—drowning in mistakes you can’t take back.”

The words hung in the air like a slap. Edoardo’s eyes darkened, his expression a mix of hurt and fury. Edoardo’s face darkened, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes as Riccardo’s words struck a nerve. “And now, what’s that supposed to mean uhm?”

Riccardo’s voice was cold, calculated. “It means I’ve seen how you acted on your nights out. You’re defending him because you see a bit of yourself in him. But this isn’t about you, and it’s not about being right. It’s about keeping him safe.”

Edoardo didn’t back down, his expression hardening. “And what’s your plan? To scare him into submission? You can’t control everything he does. None of us can—to be honest, you need to stop to control everything we do.”

Riccardo’s jaw clenched, the accusation striking a nerve. “You’re one to talk about control. You’ve got your own issues, Edo. Or have you forgotten all those nights where you didn’t know when to stop?” The room went still, the air thick with the weight of Riccardo’s words.

Edoardo’s thoughts had drifted elsewhere—back to his own battles with alcohol, to nights he wished he could forget. He knew what it was like to lose control, to let the bottle dictate your actions. And seeing Valerio now, caught in the same destructive cycle, brought an uncomfortable realization crashing down on him. It wasn’t that long ago when Edoardo himself had stumbled home after one too many drinks, his vision blurred, his mind clouded with poor decisions. There were moments—flashes—where he remembered Riccardo’s concerned gaze, the unspoken judgment, and the subtle way he’d try to steer him away from another drink. He had brushed it off back then, laughed it away with the same bravado Valerio had shown last night. But deep down, he knew Riccardo saw right through him, just as he was now seeing through the youngest boy.

Edoardo leaned forward, breaking the silence. “Look,” he started, his voice calm but edged with a quiet plea, “He made a mistake, sure. But we’ve all been there, right? We’ve all had those nights where things got out of hand. What matters is that he’s here now, that he’s okay.”

Riccardo’s eyes flicked over to him, a shadow of something unspoken passing between them. He knew exactly what his friend was trying to do, and the subtle tremor in Edoardo’s voice didn’t go unnoticed. Riccardo’s jaw tightened slightly as he replied, choosing his words carefully. “It’s not just about one night. It’s about the pattern, the choices. You can’t keep pretending it’s all just harmless fun when it’s starting to spiral.”

Cesare, who had been watching the argument unfold, finally stepped in, his voice steady and calm. “Guys come on, this isn’t the solution. We’re supposed to be here for helping, not fighting with each other.”

Valerio, who had been silent throughout the exchange, suddenly snapped. “You’re all talking like I’m not even here! I don’t need you fighting my battles for me, and I don’t need you treating me like I’m some kind of problem that needs fixing.”

Riccardo turned to him, his voice softer but still firm. “We’re just worried about you. Last night was out of control, and I don’t want to see you go down a path you can’t come back from.”

Valerio scoffed, his irritation boiling over. “You’re always worried. Always hovering, always trying to fix things. Maybe I just want to live my life without you breathing down my neck.”

Edoardo, sensing an opening, nodded in agreement. “He’s right. He’s old enough to make his own decisions. We all make mistakes, but he should be able to learn from them without you constantly watching over him.”

Riccardo’s jaw clenched, the frustration evident in his eyes. “I’m not trying to suffocate him, but someone has to look out for him. You weren’t there last night. You didn’t see how bad it was.”

Cesare, seeing the argument spiraling out of control, stepped forward, raising his hands in a calming gesture. “Enough. This isn’t getting us anywhere. We’re all friends here. Let’s just take a step back and talk this through.”

But Valerio, still simmering with anger, wasn’t ready to let it go. “You all think you know what’s best for me, but you don’t. I’m not some kid who needs rescuing every time things get a little rough.”

The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of Valerio’s words hanging in the air. Riccardo, feeling the sting of Valerio’s rejection, looked at him with a mix of hurt and frustration. “Vale, I just want what’s best for you. But if you can’t see that, then maybe I’m wasting my time.”

The words were harsh, cutting deeper than Riccardo intended, but the frustration of the last few days had taken its toll. Valerio’s eyes hardened, his expression unreadable. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, his phone buzzed on the table. Valerio glanced at the screen, and his face darkened as he read the name. It was one of the older peers from the night before, a reminder of the chaos that had started all this. Ignoring the tension in the room, he took the phone.

Andrea

Hey man, u good?? You kinda took off last night (11.04am)

Let me know when you’re free (11.07am)

Valerio’s grip on the phone tightened, his eyes flicking to Riccardo, who stood silently, his expression unreadable. The room felt charged, as if it was on the brink of another explosion. But this time, Riccardo took a deep breath, calming himself. “We seriously need to talk about this. But not like this. Let’s take a step back, cool down, and figure this out together.”

The words were reasonable, measured, but Valerio wasn’t ready to listen. The anger, the embarrassment, and the pressure all coalesced into a wall he wasn’t ready to break down. “Well, seriously, I don’t need your help. I can handle this myself,” his voice tinged with defiance. The argument wasn’t over—far from it—but for now, it simmered just below the surface, waiting for the next spark to reignite it. Valerio’s abrupt tone echoed in the room, hanging heavy in the tense silence that followed. He put his phone down with a finality that made it clear the conversation was over—for now.

Riccardo’s eyes narrowed as he processed Valerio’s words, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He was torn between wanting to shake some sense into Valerio and stepping back to let him make his own mistakes. But the protective instinct within him was too strong to ignore. Before the oldest could respond, Cesare cleared his throat, breaking the thick silence. He had been watching the tension escalate, hoping it would fizzle out, but it was clear that wasn’t going to happen.

“Look,” Cesare began cautiously, his tone diplomatic, “we’re all just trying to help here. Vale, we get that you want to handle things on your own, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to listen to Ricky. He’s only looking out for you.”

Valerio shot him a look, the defiance in his eyes barely masked. “I’m not some project for him to fix. I know you guys think you’re helping, but this isn’t your problem.”

Edoardo, who had been quiet since Riccardo’s subtle dig earlier, felt the need to jump in, his loyalty to Valerio driving him to speak. “He’s right. He doesn’t need you playing the overprotective brother. Maybe if you backed off a little, he wouldn’t feel so cornered.”

Riccardo’s gaze snapped to Edoardo, his temper flaring again. “This isn’t about playing big brother, Edo. Last night was a mess, and it could’ve been worse if I hadn’t stepped in. You didn’t see what I saw—he was out of control, and those older guys were more than happy to push him further.”

Valerio bristled at Riccardo’s words, his temper flaring up once more. “I didn’t ask you to step in! You act like you’re the only one who knows what’s best for me, but you’re not. You’re just—”

“Just what?” He interrupted, his voice rising. “Just trying to keep you from doing something stupid? Just trying to make sure you don’t end up regretting things later? Yeah, Valerio, that’s exactly what I’m doing. Because someone has to!”

He clenched his fists, his voice hardening. “Maybe I don’t want your help! Maybe I just want to figure things out on my own without you breathing down my neck all the time!”

The room fell into a tense silence again, the argument teetering on the edge of something deeper, something that had been building for a while. Riccardo took a deep breath, trying to rein in his anger. He could see that Valerio was pushing back harder than ever, but he couldn’t just let this go.

Cesare, sensing that the situation was getting dangerously close to boiling over, tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Look, maybe we’re all just tired and stressed out. We’ve been through a lot these past few days. Let’s not tear each other apart over this.”

But Riccardo wasn’t ready to let it go, not yet. “You’re right, we have been through a lot. But this isn’t something we can just brush off. He’s not seeing the bigger picture here, and if he keeps going down this path, things are going to get worse.”Valerio, feeling cornered and defensive, shot back with an edge in his voice. “The bigger picture? You’re acting like I’m falling apart, but I’m not! I’m handling things the way I need to, and I don’t need you judging me for it.”

Riccardo’s expression darkened, his frustration reaching its peak. “Handling it? You call getting wasted with a bunch of guys who don’t give a damn about you handling it? Come on, you’re smarter than this. You’re better than this.”

Valerio’s eyes flashed with anger, his voice trembling slightly. “Don’t you dare lecture me about being better. You think you know everything, but you don’t. You have no idea what it’s like to feel like you’re constantly under a microscope, like you can’t make a single mistake without everyone jumping down your throat. It’s fucking exhausting!”

Riccardo’s temper flared at that, but before he could respond, Valerio’s phone buzzed again on the table, breaking the tension momentarily. Valerio grabbed it, his expression souring as he read the message. He muttered a curse under his breath, his frustration mounting.

“What now?” Riccardo asked, his tone sharp.

Valerio didn’t answer immediately, his eyes scanning the screen. Then he turned the phone toward Riccardo, showing him the message. It was from one of the older peers, another taunting remark, this time with a link to the video from the night before. The video was even worse than he’d imagined—Valerio, clearly intoxicated, egged on by the older students as they pushed him into doing more shots, the entire scene a blur of loud music, slurred voices, and reckless behavior.

Riccardo’s face went cold as he watched the clip, his anger mixing with a deep sense of concern. “This is what you call handling it?” he asked, his voice low, almost dangerous. “This is what you wanted to do last night?”

Valerio’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t back down. “It’s not your business what I do with my friends.”

“Not my business?” Riccardo’s voice rose again. “Valerio, this isn’t just some harmless fun. These guys don’t care about you. They’re just using you for a laugh, and you’re letting them.”

“Enough!” Valerio snapped, his voice cracking with a mixture of anger and something deeper, something vulnerable. “You’re not my dad, you’re not in charge of me. Just—back off!”

Riccardo opened his mouth to retort, but Cesare stepped in, once again, his voice firm. “Alright, stop it. You’re acting immature and this isn’t helping anyone. You need to cool down before you end up saying something you’ll both regret.”

But Riccardo’s gaze remained locked on Valerio, his frustration barely contained. He was about to argue further when he realized the futility of it—Valerio wasn’t going to listen, not now, not while he was this defensive. Taking a deep breath, Riccardo forced himself to step back, his voice strained. “Fine. You want space? You’ve got it. But don’t think this conversation is over.”

Valerio watched as Riccardo turned and left the room, his emotions swirling in a confusing mix of anger, guilt, and exhaustion. As the door closed behind him, Valerio slumped back onto the couch, staring blankly at the video still playing on his phone. The tension in the room was palpable, and for a moment, no one spoke. Finally, Edoardo, who had been watching the entire exchange with a troubled expression, shook his head and muttered, “This is messed up.” Valerio didn’t respond, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He knew, deep down, that Riccardo was right—that he had gotten in over his head. But admitting that, even to himself, felt like a defeat he wasn’t ready to accept.

The tension lingered in the air long after Riccardo left the room, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway. Valerio remained slouched on the couch, staring blankly at the phone in his hand. The video had stopped playing, but the scenes replayed in his mind, each frame a reminder of how far things had spiraled out of control. His heart pounded with a confusing mix of anger and shame. Part of him knew Riccardo was right, but admitting that felt like giving up some essential part of himself—his independence, his pride. Edoardo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing over at Cesare, who was watching Valerio with a careful, measured expression.

Finally, Edoardo broke the silence, his voice softer than before. “You okay, man?” Valerio didn’t answer immediately. When he finally looked up, his eyes were hardened, his defenses back up. “I’m fine. Just tired of everyone acting like I’m some kind of screw-up.”

Cesare sighed, leaning forward. “No one thinks that. Ricky’s just worried. We all are. Last night—it got out of hand, and we’re just trying to make sure you’re alright.”

Valerio clenched his jaw, frustration flaring up again. “I don’t need everyone treating me like a kid. I know what I’m doing, alright? Let me breathe.”

Edoardo frowned, a pang of guilt tightening his chest. He could see so much of himself in Valerio—he knew what it was like to push back, to act like everything was under control when it wasn’t. “Look, I get it,” Edoardo said, his voice careful. “But Riccardo’s not wrong, either. Those guys… they’re not really your friends, you know?”

Valerio shot him a sharp look. “And who are you to say that? You barely know them.”

Edoardo hesitated, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing his face. “I know enough. And I know what it’s like to get caught up in that scene. It’s easy to think you’re just having fun, but it can turn on you fast.”

Valerio’s gaze narrowed. “You’re saying I’m just like you, huh? That I’ve got a problem?”

Edoardo stiffened, feeling the sting of the words. Before he could respond, Cesare stepped in, his voice calm but firm. “Alright, watch it. We’re not here to judge anyone. But you’ve got to understand that we’re coming from a place of concern, not control.”

He scoffed, but the edge in his voice was less sharp than before. “Yeah, well, I don’t need concern. I need people to trust me to figure things out.”

Cesare nodded slowly, choosing his words carefully. “We do trust you, Vale. But trust goes both ways. You’ve got to trust that when Riccardo, or any of us, step in, it’s because we care, not because we think you’re incapable.” There was a heavy pause as Valerio absorbed Cesare’s words. He looked down at his phone again, the screen dark and blank now, and took a deep breath.

“I get it, okay? But you’ve all got to back off a little. Let me deal with this.”

Edoardo exchanged a glance with Cesare, who gave a slight nod. Edoardo turned back to Valerio, his tone gentler now. “Alright. But just… don’t shut us out, man. We’re here when you need us.” Valerio didn’t respond, but the tension in his shoulders eased just a little. He knew deep down that he wasn’t handling things as well as he wanted to believe, but admitting that felt like crossing a line he wasn’t ready for. Just as the silence settled over the room again, Valerio’s phone buzzed, breaking the moment. He glanced at the screen and felt a jolt of irritation as he saw the name of one of his older peers flash across it. Without thinking, he answered the call, putting it on speaker.

“Valerio!” The voice on the other end was loud, almost obnoxiously so. “Man, last night was wild, huh? We’ve got to do that again sometime.”

His expression hardened, a mixture of embarrassment and anger tightening his chest. “Yeah, about that…” he began, but the peer cut him off with a laugh.

“Oh, don’t be a downer. You’re one of us now. Just need to loosen up a bit more, and you’ll fit right in.”

Riccardo’s words from earlier echoed in his mind, and a fresh wave of anger surged through him. “You guys left me at the club, remember? That’s not exactly how friends act.”

The peer’s laugh faded slightly, replaced by a tone of indifference. “Come on, don’t be so sensitive. We figured you could handle yourself. Besides, it was all in good fun.” Valerio’s grip tightened on the phone, but before he could respond, Riccardo’s voice broke through the tension. He had walked back into the room without anyone noticing, his expression dark and resolute.

“Fun? Is that what you call it? Getting him trashed and leaving him to fend for himself?” There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line. “Who the hell is that?”

“The guy who had to pick up the pieces after you bailed,” Riccardo shot back, his voice cold. “And let me make this clear—Valerio’s not your entertainment. He’s done with you and your bullshit.” Valerio’s eyes widened, torn between anger and relief as he watched Riccardo take control of the situation. The peer on the other end stammered something incoherent before the line went dead, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Riccardo stared down at Valerio, his expression softening slightly, but the anger was still there, simmering just below the surface.

“This isn’t over. But for now, you need to figure out who your real friends are.” He met his gaze, the weight of Riccardo’s words sinking in. He knew Riccardo was right, even if he didn’t want to admit it. But there was still that stubborn part of him that resisted, that didn’t want to give Riccardo the satisfaction of being right. Before he could respond, Riccardo turned and walked out of the room again, leaving Valerio to sit with his thoughts. Edoardo and Cesare exchanged a look, unsure of what to say. They both knew this was just the beginning of a much longer conversation—one that wouldn’t be resolved in a single morning.

Valerio’s thoughts churned, each one crashing against the next in a relentless wave of frustration, guilt, and defiance. The silence stretched out, thick and uncomfortable, as Edoardo and Cesare exchanged wary glances. They were used to Riccardo’s overbearing nature, but the intensity of the confrontation had left even them on edge.

Finally, Cesare spoke, his voice cautious. “Vale, he’s just worried about you. You know that, right?”

Valerio stared at the phone in his hand, his mind replaying the events of the night before like a broken record. The drinking, the laughter that had turned hollow, the way his so-called friends had ditched him without a second thought. But what gnawed at him most was the way Riccardo had stormed in, taking control of the situation like Valerio was some helpless kid who couldn’t handle his own life. It made his blood boil.

“I don’t need him handling my shit,” Valerio muttered, more to himself than to the others.

Edoardo leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “He’s not trying to handle it, man. He’s trying to protect you. There’s a difference.”

“Is there?” He shot back, his eyes flashing with anger. “Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. It feels like he doesn’t think I can handle anything on my own.”

Edoardo bit back a sigh, recognizing the familiar tone in Valerio’s voice. It was the same defiance he had used countless times when people tried to tell him he had a problem. He had always pushed them away, too proud or too stubborn to admit he was spiraling. He could see Valerio was on that same path, and it terrified him.

“Look,” Edoardo said, choosing his words carefully, “I know what it’s like to feel like people are coming down on you, like they don’t trust you. But sometimes, they’re right to be worried. Sometimes you’re too deep in it to see how bad things are getting.”

Valerio’s jaw tightened. “I’m not you, Edoardo. I’ve got this under control.”

“Do you?” Edoardo’s voice was sharper than he intended, his own frustration bubbling to the surface. “Because last night didn’t look like control to me. It looked like you were being used by those guys, and you didn’t even realize it.”

Valerio’s eyes blazed with anger. “I don’t need a lecture from you, alright? You’re not exactly a saint. Nobody here is.”

The words hit home, and Edoardo flinched, the accusation cutting deep. But before he could respond, Cesare intervened, stepping between them like a mediator. “Okay, cut the shit,” he said firmly. “Drop the attitude Vale, because we’re not your enemies here. We’re just trying to make sure you don’t end up in a worse situation.”

Valerio crossed his arms, his anger still simmering just below the surface. “You’re all making it out to be more than it is. It was one night.”

“Was it?” Riccardo’s voice suddenly cut through the tension as he re-entered the room, his expression stony. He had clearly overheard the conversation, and the look in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t done with this discussion. “Because this feels like it’s been building for a while now.”

Valerio glared at him. “Oh please, you’re overreacting.”

Riccardo stepped closer, his presence imposing. “Maybe. But I’d rather overreact now than have to scrape you off the pavement later because you decided to trust the wrong people.”

Valerio’s chest tightened, the reality of Riccardo’s words hitting harder than he wanted to admit. But he couldn’t back down now, not after everything that had been said. “You don’t get it. You think you’re helping, but you’re just suffocating me. I need space to figure things out on my own.”

“And what about when that space gets you into trouble?” Riccardo shot back, his voice rising. “You think those guys care about you? They left you to rot as soon as things got messy. That’s not friendship, Valerio. That’s manipulation.”

Edoardo, sensing the situation escalating again, stepped in front of Riccardo, trying to defuse the tension. “Ricky, ease up. We’re all on the same side here.”

But Riccardo wasn’t backing down. “Are we? Because it seems like everyone’s just enabling him, pretending this isn’t a bigger problem.”

Valerio’s anger flared. “I don’t need you to babysit me!”

“I’m not trying to babysit you!” Riccardo snapped, his control slipping. “I’m trying to make sure you don’t end up in a situation you can’t walk away from.”

“Like what?” Valerio challenged, his voice rising. “What do you think’s going to happen?”

“Worst case?” Riccardo said, his voice deadly serious. “You get into a car with someone drunker than you are, or you get into a fight you can’t win, or you pass out in some alley and never wake up. That’s what I’m afraid of, Valerio. That’s what keeps me up at night.”

The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of Riccardo’s words sank in. Even Edoardo, who had been ready to argue further, couldn’t find a response. Cesare looked between them, his own concern etched on his face, but he didn’t know how to bridge the gap that had grown between them all. Finally, Valerio looked away, his anger replaced by a hollow feeling he couldn’t shake.

“I’m not that stupid,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

“I know you’re not. But you’re also not invincible. None of us are.” Riccardo’s expression softened, but his resolve remained.

Valerio didn’t respond, his thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess. The truth was, he didn’t know where to go from here. He felt trapped between his pride and the undeniable fact that Riccardo might be right. He couldn’t meet his gaze. The reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt sick, ashamed, but also angry at himself, at those so-called friends, and at Riccardo for being right all along. Riccardo handed the phone back without a word, then turned to leave the room, his patience finally exhausted.

“You figure out what you want. But don’t expect me to just stand by and watch you destroy yourself.”

As he walked out, the tension in the room remained thick and suffocating. He had never felt so lost, so conflicted. He wanted to lash out, to deny everything, but deep down, he knew the truth was staring him in the face. Edoardo shifted uneasily, his own guilt and fear gnawing at him. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, but he knew Valerio needed time to process everything.

Finally, Valerio spoke, his voice low and strained. “I—I screwed up, didn’t I?”

Cesare, who had been silently watching from the sidelines, nodded slowly. “Yeah, Vale, you did. But we’re talking about Ricky, he gets aggressive when scared. You know he loves you and he will always, always, worry about you. About all of us. So it’s not too late to fix it.” Valerio looked up at his friends, the weight of their concern pressing down on him. For the first time, he realized just how far he had pushed them away, how much he had taken their support for granted. And now, standing on the edge of something he couldn’t fully understand, he wasn’t sure how to make things right. But one thing was clear—he couldn’t do it alone.

[lieutenant-amuel]

Emilio is officially the main source of comedy in WBTL now.

[bueckerrss]

SWEET LOVE - CAITLIN CLARK

summary𞠬: hiii could you write caitlin clark x reader where she has a crush on a singer in the same level as taylor swift (like super famous, eyes on them all the time etc etc etc) pls and thank u!!

warnings:N/A (at least i don’t think so)

tags: @patscorner @wintersstan @pbueckerslover @h34rtsformilli @cosmopretty

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ITS BEEN TWO DAYS since your encounter with caitlin. it’s been a weird experience knowing that you two were staying in the same hotel.

sure you never ran into each other due to your different schedules, but knowing she was here was enough to get you on edge, even more today, you’re manger had told you that they got courtside tickets to iowas game.

just your luck, sure you didn’t mind going to the game but knowing thousands of people are going to be there that knew who she was and who you were.

-

as you walked in eyes and cameras were immediately on you, you tried your hardest to ignore them and enjoy the game but it was difficult with people coming up to you and asking for photos or autographs. surely as soon as the players started to come out everything died down.

but your heart rate didn’t, as soon as she stepped on the court your heart rate picked up the way her ponytail moved with her movements, she got to her spot on the court ready to start her warmups when her eyes landed on yours.

a smile made its way to her face and she gave you a small wave which you returned as she turned her focus back towards her warmups.

throughout the whole game you tried your hardest not to look at her but your eyes kept moving towards her and everything she did.

as the game came to an end you got your things ready to leave when a hand tapped your shoulder “hey!” you said with a smile “hi! thank you so much for coming to my game” said caitlin with a huge smile going in for a side hug “of course, you guys did amazing!”

“hey by any chance are you free this weekend?” asked caitlin fidgeting with the towel she had in her hands “yea, i should be free” you said looking back at your manager who gave you a slight nod as to say yes. “okay, because i was wondering if you would want to maybe go have lunch or dinner with me” she whispered the last part but not low enough for you not to hear her, “sure i would love to! here’s my number and text me the details later” you replied scribbling down your number on a piece of paper.

-

the weekend came faster than you could imagine, nerves were bubbling in your stomach as the time for your date with caitlin arrived. you were doing some finishing touches when your phone lit up with a notification “i’m outside :)”

butterflies filled your stomach as you read the message. she was outside your hotel room you couldn’t believe it, quickly gathering your things you headed towards the door. opening it you were met with a very nervous looking caitlin, at least you weren’t the only one, you smiled at her “hey” you said trying to ease up your own nerves “hi, ready?” she replied with a shy smile “yup! where are we headed?” you asked closing your door and walking to the elevator.

“you’ll see” replied caitlin with a look in her eyes you couldn’t quite figure out. walking down the streets of ohio you came across this cute little italian restaurant, you look at caitlin to see she’s already looking at you with a lovestruck smile. she opens the door for you “welcome to valerio’s do you have a reservation?” said the waitress with a friendly smile “yes! it’s under the name caitlin”

“right this way” said the waitress as she led you guys to a table near a window. “this is nice” you spoke looking around taking in the restaurant and how beautiful it was “the best italian restaurant here in cleveland” she says looking at you.

FAMOUS SINGER Y/N L/N WAS SEEN AT VALERIO’S ITALIAN RESTAURANT WITH AN UNKNOWN PERSON. WE SUSPECT SHE MAY BE SEEING SOMEONE, THE SINGER WAS LAST SEEN WITH.. read more

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

The Day We Learned to Argue ~Part 2~

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Valerio: "Inspection?"

Silvio: "Yeah. I've heard that because of the monster, the children in town can no longer play in the sea around here."

Silvio: "I want to do something about it, but if I don't actually see the monster, I won't be able to come up with a plan."

Valerio: "Why would you do something like that, brother?"

Silvio: "I'm a member of the royal family. If the adults don't believe in the monster, then, as a kid, I have to do it."

After a moment of silence, Valerio nodded determinedly.

Valerio: "In that case, I'll do it too!"

Silvio: "Huh? I don't think someone like you, who came out of curiosity, can handle something like this."

Silvio: "For an 'inspection,' you need 'careful preparation' and 'calm response.'"

Valerio: "Can you do that, brother?"

Silvio: "Of course! I've read plenty of books about sea monsters in the library."

Silvio: "I've considered multiple responses as well."

Valerio: "Then you should be able to handle it even if I go with you."

Valerio: "I'm coming with you!"

Silvio: "I can imagine you crying and running away."

Silvio: "Go home."

Following Silvio's brisk pace, Valerio chased after him.

Valerio: "I won't cry or run away!"

Valerio: "I'm a member of the royal family too."

Silvio: "Tch, do whatever you want."

After walking along the pure white sandy beach for a while, they arrived at the cave rumored to be the dwelling place of the monster.

As they cautiously stepped into the dim cave一

Valerio: "I heard a strange sound just now."

Valerio: "Maybe the monster is hungry."

Silvio: "No, that can't be it. It sounded like metal scraping against each other."

Valerio: "I heard that the monster's body is made of metal and gemstones."

Valerio: "That's why gemstones are sometimes found on the beach."

Silvio: "Hey, shut up. I hear something again."

As Silvio covered Valerio's mouth, someone stealthily approached them from behind.

Man: "Hey, you brats. Didn't you hear that naughty kids who enter the monster's nest will be eaten?"

Valerio & Silvio: "!!"

The sturdy, dirty man with an intense gaze didn’t seem like an ordinary person.

Valerio: “H-He’s a thief! We have to run! Why are you stopping me, brother!?”

Silvio held onto the hem of Valerio’s clothing and remained still.

A determined, sea-colored gaze met Valerio’s teary, sky-colored eyes.

Silvio: “It’s impossible. There are more than ten of them. There’s only one escape route, and even if we fight, we can’t beat them.”

Silvio: “It’s better to get caught here and wait for an opportunity.”

Valerio: “..........”

They were taken to the deepest part of the cave, where precious metals and jewelry were piled up everywhere. Some areas were filled with water, and the air felt damp and gloomy.

Valerio: “..........”

Silvio glanced at Valerio, who was hugging his knees, and then walked around to explore the area.

He touched the walls to check the condition of the stones and felt the ground to determine its geological composition.

Then he threw stones into the pools of water and looked inside.

Silvio: "It's deep."

After murmuring softly, Silvio glanced at the guard, lying lazily in a distant place.

Valerio: "*sobs*"

Silvio: "Tch, shut up. Stop crying."

Silvio sat down next to Valerio and let out a sigh.

Valerio: "But there's no monster. Instead, there are thieves who are going to sell us."

After saying that, Valerio held back his tears and looked upward, blinking rapidly.

Silvio: "Sell us, huh? Right, they were planning to sell us. Isn't that great?"

Valerio: "What are you talking about, brother?"

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Part 3 ╎ Part 4

[xbalayage]

AU where Emma is royalty but is living a rather mundane existence. Loves everyone and appreciates all she has but something's missing in her life. A thrill for adventure? A life outside the jurisdiction of royalty? She's to be wed to a prince of a neighboring country to celebrate their political agreements of support.

She's met her fiancee-to-be a few times; his name was Valerio but alone, he didn't mind being called Rio to help her become more comfortable with him. He was the ideal heartthrob of Benitoite that all the noblewomen would fawn over. But her heart wasn't in it. She didn't want to marry and become someone's wife. She craved a normal life away from seeing eyes, to run away and experience the thrills life had to offer.

Then one day shopping in town, she meets a travelling merchant who turns her world upside down named Silvio. Even though her clothing would tell anyone of her status in society, he still resorted to talking to her like she was any ol' person who comes and shops for his wares. "Hey woman, ya done ogglin' or are ya gonna buy somethin'?"

She can't remember the last time she was spoken to in such a manner - and it was honestly refreshing. But she couldn't make that evident.

"Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like that? Do you even know who I am?" Her arms crossed and her nose cringed. She had to keep up appearances. Emma told him who she was. He was still being disrespectful and rude, but he didn't appear fazed.

His eyes scanned her up and down in a distasteful manner before smiling crookedly. He knew, he just didn't care. "'nd I'm prince charmin'. Who do ya take me for? Someone that gives hand outs? Ya came to the wrong stall if you're fishin' for compliments, lady. But women like you hardly give me lip, how 'bout ya ditch your life and become mine instead?"

After that day, she couldn't get the handsome merchant out of her head. As arrogant, distasteful and brash as he was, there was a liveliness, a freeness in his aura. He lived how he wanted, spoke how he wanted and didn't care for status. She admired that. And she must've left some sort of an impression on him because in the middle of the night, once the maids attended their nightly routine for her and left her alone, a rapid ting of what sounded like a ring tapped at her window.

Afraid at first, her curiosity led her to opening the window and spotted the last person she had expected to see, casually leaning against the railing of the balcony with his whole form. His cocky smile flashed as his hand waved from the wrist lazily. "Hey lady, hope ya didn't forget 'bout me already. Did'ya miss me?"

Little did she know he'd been a royal himself this whole time, who'd rather play merchant than constrain himself to the responsibilities of the throne. Living a free life on the sea, traveling country to country with a business he's built from the ground up. And he's a prince of the same nation you were engaged to!! Was this the beginning of the end that'll lead to conflicts, drama and potential war between nations - or was this the beginning to what she's craved for so long; a lifetime of thrill seeking adventure, free from the constraints of status, and a rollercoaster love story beyond her wildest imagination?

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

CONCLAVE (2024)

Starring Ralph Fiennes, Stanley Tucci, John Lithgow, Sergio Castellitto, Isabella Rossellini, Lucian Msamati, Carlos Diehz, Brían F. O'Byrne, Merab Ninidze, Thomas Loibl, Jacek Koman, Rony Kramer, Valerio Da Silva, Joseph Mydell, Vincenzo Failla, Garrick Hagon, Merab Ninidze, Madhav Sharma, Loris Loddi, Roberto Citran, Antonio Toma and Balkissa Maiga.

Screenplay by Peter Straughan.

Directed by Edward Berger.

Distributed by Focus Features. 110 minutes. Rated PG.

Who would have imagined that one of the most intriguing and suspenseful films of this year would be about a bunch of cardinals sequestered in the Vatican to vote on a new Pope? In fact, intriguing and suspenseful is not giving Conclave its full due. This is simply one of the best films of the year. Don’t be surprised to see it on a bunch of best films of the year lists and also for it to get a whole bunch of award nominations.

It's that good. Who would have guessed?

Again, it was about a bunch of cardinals in the Vatican. Blessed are the believers, indeed.

Conclave is based on the novel by Robert Harris and shows us – very forcefully and at the same time very subtly – that some very devout and proper people can still have some skeletons in their closets. In fact, pretty much everyone here, and they are mostly good and spiritual followers of Christ, has some serious secrets which they are not willing to allow to see the light of day.

Many of the deadly sins – lust, greed, pride, envy and wrath – all show up at different points in the story. (Gluttony and sloth don’t seem to be on the menu but give it time.) The final twist – which I will certainly not spoil – is not even on that deadly sins scale and may even go too far afield dramatically for a chunk of the film’s potential audience. Yet somehow it does make a certain strange sense for the story.

Even arguably the most devout person of all – Cardinal Thomas Lawrence (Ralph Fiennes) – the man in charge of making sure the conclave runs smoothly and essentially the moral center of the story (assuming you don’t count the dead Pope) makes some dubious moves and forms some sketchy alliances. And yet you can tell he is doing these things for the right reasons.

Or is he?

The choosing of the Pope itself turns out to be oddly like an extremely solemn reality show. Cardinals take the lead in the votes, make alliances with (and against) each other, sabotage each other’s campaigns and as their secrets meet the light of day, they are basically voted off the island.

There is much more subterfuge and backstabbing than you would expect from such a serious pursuit, but that just points out the humanity of the process.

The acting here is unfailingly spectacular, particularly Fiennes, Stanley Tucci as a moderate cardinal and particularly Isabella Rossellini as a quiet but steely head nun, who is mostly ignored by the men, until she finally has to take some moral stands to keep the process going fairly. Seriously, Rossellini should definitely be in line for a Best Supporting Actress nominee.

Like I said earlier, don’t be surprised if that is only one of many Oscar nominations.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2024 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: October 23, 2024.

[eventinelysplayground]

Secret Christmas Gift 3

This is the third secret gift story. This one is for @xbalayage and was actually the inspiration behind this endeavor. I was stuck on a lot of my wips and thought I want to put something out to clear my head then thought ehh do a Silvio story at least xbalayage will read it and then I expanded it to a few other people and it became this secret story gift idea. I hope you enjoy it and Merry early Christmas and Happy New Year!

Decorating Mishap

Christmas time had come again and Emma had decided this year she wanted to try doing something with Silvio from her childhood Christmases, but she never would of imagined she'd end up like this. It started earlier that day in the kitchen…

Rio: How can you be so bad at this? I mean children do this all the time.

Silvio: Shut up!

Emma: Rio.

Silvio made a face at Rio and Emma rolled her eyes at him. Just then the walls of Silvio’s gingerbread house collapsed in on themselves again.

Silvio: Damn it, this is dumb.

Silvio flopped down onto a stool with an agitated look on his face.

Rio: I don't think it's dumb.

Silvio: Oh ya?

Silvio reached out to swipe at Rio's house as Rio wrapped his arms around it protectively.

Emma: Silvio stop it.

Emma reached out grabbing Silvio's wrist and he jerked his hand back.

Silvio: I keep tellin you to warn me before you do that!

Emma: And I keep telling you to get used to it! Rio worked really hard on his house so leave him alone.

This time it was Rio's turn to make a face at Silvio which caused his brother to glare at him.

Emma: It's ok we can decorate mine together, that's just as fun as doing your own.

Silvio: I guess.

Silvio stood up from his seat and walked over to Emma. They started decorating her gingerbread house together but soon it had devolved into the brothers fighting for Emma's attention then just plain old fighting.

And so Emma now found herself in the kitchen standing between the two covered in icing, sprinkles and candy while the Queen stood there in front of them with a dignified smile.

Queen Lidia: So this is what you three have been up to all afternoon. They're so cute, I take it this is a Rhodolitian activity?

Emma: Yes, I made them every Christmas as a child. I showed Rio his first Christmas in Rhodolite and thought it would be fun to make some again this year with Silvio.

Queen Lidia's smile never faltered as she inspected the two gingerbread houses on the counter. It was clear they had fallen victim to the squabbling brothers much like Emma herself.

Rio: I wish you could of seen mine before Silvio got his hands on it.

Silvio: Hey! You're the one that messed ours up first.

Emma let out a defeated sigh and Queen Lidia covered her mouth to hold back her laughter.

Queen Lidia: Silvio I believe Carlos brought some paperwork to your room if you could take a look at it please and Valerio would you mind going over the current progress of this year's party for me please?

Silvio and Rio took the hint that the Queen wanted to be alone with Emma.

Silvio: Ya sure.

Rio: Of course, anything you need.

As soon as Silvio and Rio left the kitchen Emma collapsed on a stool letting out a long sigh and Queen Lidia burst out laughing.

Queen Lidia: Oh Emma my dear you look utterly spent.

Emma: I'm still not entirely sure how it all got so out of hand! I'm convinced they're just overgrown children at this point

.Queen Lidia: Of course they are, Alfios the same you know. I'm willing to bet that you had an enormous amount of fun though.

Emma looked up at the Queen and absolutely beamed.

Emma: It was a lot of fun actually, I just wish I wasn't covered in all this mess.

Queen Lidia walked over to stand at Emma's side and gave her a coy smile.

Queen Lidia: Well now this is where the rest of the fun happens. I'm quite sure Silvio will be easy enough to convince to help you wash up instead of doing that paperwork.

Queen Lidia gave a blushing Emma a teasing smile as she helped her up from the stool and shooed her out the door.

[sevenai]

oKAY but just imagine childhood "friend" silvio bullying you because he's in love with you-

silvio: what are you smiling about? have you been out in the sun for too long again?

mc: no, lookie here! this boy from port gave me this rose! have you seen anything so beautiful? i want to cherish it!

silvio: *takes mc's flower and stomps on them* these ugly things? what's so special about this stupid thing.

mc: SILVIO?!? what's wrong with you! why did you do that?!? you always do this. even to valerio! do you just enjoy taking everyone's precious things away from them?!?! *runs away with tears in her eyes*

silvio: tsk, annoying. this is different from valerio. *whispers* i'll get you the most beautiful flower there is... so until then... don’t accept anyone else’s… just wait for me.

[candied-boys]

Another - Rio x F! Reader Part 2

When Emma chooses another, Rio has to go home without her... But there's more awaiting him than just forgotten memories...

Themes: hurt and healing, facing the past, learning to love again, aka angst with a happy ending!

Warnings: angst, Rio route spoilers, eventual smut, written from Rio's POV

Part 1

You had wondered now and then.

As memories of your identity had begun to resurface, being betrothed was an obvious possibility for a prince. However, after having received the items found with you that rainy day, you dismissed the idea. The ring was never meant for a lover. No sentimental memorabilia lay tucked into the pockets of your long-forgotten coat.

Surely, had you a wife you would at least remember. Or so you assumed. Very incorrectly it appears.

The first question that comes to mind is not why you can't recall her, but why your ass of a brother never mentioned her. The answer wells up as swiftly as the anger surging within — because having mistresses is not only normal, it is expected. The one who brought you into this very world was your father's mistress. There was never any reason for Silvio to comment on your loyalty, or lack there of.

When your vision at last returns to perceiving the outside world, you are met with a brave face. Tears run down her youthful cheeks, yet she smiles to hide the heart you have broken.

“It does not matter, Your Majesty. That His Highness has returned safely is the only important part. I am sure there will be many more years ahead to make new memories than remedy the few we have left behind.”

A hand slips from yours to rest gently on the young woman's shoulder before your mother introduces her as if you are complete strangers.

When you were but eighteen she was brought to court to be an attendant to one of the late queen’s many ladies in waiting. She worked her way up through the ranks over the years, eventually earning her position as maiden in waiting to the second lady of the house — your mother.

At the time your mother was still mistress to the king and you an illegitimate bastard. Even if treated as a prince, naturally there was no chance of you being wed to a legitimate princess of another country. As both the daughter of a dear friend and being from a noble merchant family it was a favourable arrangement for all.

You grew up anticipating such a union, yet you still managed to forget.

“There is someone else you should meet, Valerio. One you'll be forgiven for not recognizing,” you mother finishes with a tender smile.

A subtle nod from her in the direction of the maid standing by the door. A deep breath from the lady you have just been told is your wife. A click, footsteps, and a nurse carrying a little girl no more than two.

Voice as sweet as a songbird she chirps, “Mammina!” and reaches out from the nurse's arms to be held by the one she clearly adores.

Those brilliant hues soften. The tears from earlier nowhere to be seen. Disappointment and heartache have been replaced by love and affection.

“Questo è tuo papà, piccina mia,” you hear her coo at the child before directing her gaze to you.

“Papà?” the little girl repeats, blinking at you with bright blue eyes identical to your own.

“Sì, papà,” her mother answers softly with a smile.

At this the small creature reaches out towards you with tiny hands.

“What does she want?” you ask cautiously.

“To be loved by her father…” your mother answers instead.

Steadying your heart with a shakey breath, you open your arms to the child. She leans in eagerly, climbing into your embrace. She is far heavier than you imagined for being so small. Tiny arms cling to your neck in a surprisingly strong chokehold. The world's softest skin rubs against yours where her chubby cheek nuzzles into you.

“Does she have a name…?” you query like an idiot after what seems an eternity of silence.

“Valerie, for her father…” a nervous voice tells you. “I hope you don't mind. She was all I had left of you after you disappeared… By the time she was born we all thought you would never return, so we named her after you…”

Shaking your head what little you can under the vice grip, a smile steals across your lips and a whispered thank you slips past.

Popping out from beneath your chin, the little girl squeaks, “Gioca con me, papà!”

“No, no, bambina. Papà is busy. We shouldn't bother him…” her mother fusses, a fear stricken look in her eyes as she reaches out to take the child back.

You can only imagine how you must have treated her in your past life to earn such an anxious reaction.

“It's okay…” you counter as tenderly as you can and keep the girl in your arms. Patting her little head you continue, “The least I can do after being absent so long is play with Valerie… Shall we go for a walk in the gardens perhaps? There is much we should discuss.”

Some gentle reassurance seems needed from your mother to convince the young lady she is not a burden. The weak smile you attempt is not returned, but she does walk at your side when you leave the room.

Your memories after your twelfth birthday are as coherent as shattered porcelain. When you try to fit the pieces together they make certain shapes, but they are unclear and riddled with innumerable gaps. For someone who should be so close to you, the missing shards are too big. Your stomach churns with self-hatred at the mere thought of the person you used to be.

Seeping into your lungs, the salty breeze soothes your nerves the moment you step outside. No roses perfume the air. Whether that's comforting or painful you cannot decipher. The palace courtyard being the location of several dark memories, you skirt the plaza in favour of the shaded willows and at length find the old trees with a poorly cared for bench beneath their tendrils.

Only once seated do you notice the lady at your side remains on her feet. You wince at the idea that you may not have allowed the person you were supposed to treat as an equal to rest next to you without permission in past years. The fact that even now you lacked the courtesy to offer her a seat first tells you exactly how fickle your loyalties still are.

Before you can correct yourself, Valerie steals your attention as she wriggles out of your arms and off the bench, running away as soon as her tiny feet touch the ground. Her mother lays a gentle hand on your shoulder when you jump up, keeping you from chasing after the child in a panic.

“She'll come back,” she explains, a soft look that begs you to trust her, as if you have never shown faith in her before.

“Please… Sit with me,” you plead, wishing you could, of all the memories you have lost, also forget how unkind your true nature is.

This time lending her a gloved palm, you offer her the bench first. Retaking your own spot, you wait anxiously for those bright blue eyes to return from whence they disappeared round the hedges.

Sighing and running your hand through golden locks, you wonder aloud, “Where do we even begin…”

Timidly she offers to recount her upbringing, not expecting it to spark memories, but hoping it may help you get your bearings. You agree appreciatively and listen until the two-year-old appears at your knees with a flower clasped in each hand.

“Per mammina!” the little one offers, voice as sweet as a wind chime.

“A pansy. Grazie, bambina.”

Turning to you, she holds out a yellow flower on a long stem. “Per papà!”

“A daffodil. Thank you, Valerie,” you answer with a soft lilt — unfamiliar even to you.

As the excited girl runs off again you ask hesitantly, “Does she really know I'm her father or…?”

“Well... I never dreamt she would meet you. Even so, I still wanted her to know and love her father… I take her to view the royal galleries often… and I’ve shown her the portrait in my locket every morning since she was born… I think that's why she recognizes you, but perhaps that's my wishful thinking…”

A great many pieces hang in that gallery. Most of the ones you had posed for had been commissioned in your childhood, or so you recall. Undoubtedly there should be a few more though — one for your coming of age, one when your mother became queen consort, and… one for your wedding…

“So, she never calls anyone else that… Not my brothers, or other blonde haired gentlemen…?”

“Well, she doesn't see her uncles often, but she knows them from the paintings hung in the galleries too. I'm sure she doesn't really understand the difference between the word father and a name, but she's never called any other man papà…”

Like an anchor snagging on a rocky seabed, some part tucked away deep in your heart is steadied — grounded.

“I tried to tell her as much as I remembered to keep you alive in her heart…” she continues, her gaze cast down. “And in mine…”

Dozens of questions swirl like eddies; what was your relationship like? Who were you as a man, a lover, a husband? What does she expect from you now? But the first to break through the whitecaps is far more direct.

“Did I ever… love you?”

In the pause that rises like a tide, you find yourself unconsciously admiring the first gift from the daughter you didn't know you had until half an hour ago.

“Perhaps not passionately, nor even platonically — for you've always been far beyond my realm in intelligence — but in your own way, you took care of me…”

Though you wonder what that could possibly entail when she seems so fearful of you, you're too ashamed to ask. Instead you change the subject to the little child who now returns, her arms full of blossoms the gardeners will undoubtedly find missing later.

“I see… I can assume from Valerie's existence that we at least consummated the marriage. Did we… have such relations often?”

Caressing the head that bobs level with the bench as the happy creature lays out flowers one by one on the seat between you two, she answers, “You were a gentle lover. Never demanding. You only visited my chambers once in a while. The last time was about a week before you went missing.”

Frowning at your own behaviour you turn to find her gaze. “Did I have a mistress? Was there a reason I visited so little?”

“Not that I know of,” she answers evenly but avoids meeting your eyes. “Though, I've heard you took one while in Rholodite.”

Choking back the bile scalding your throat you manage, at length, to string a few words together. “She was never... I... love her… ardently… but she… has never returned my feelings…”

“I see… She must be an incredible woman to have earned your affection.”

The pain in her forced smile is tangible despite her attempts to hide it by focusing on the little girl babbling about the vibrant colours of the stolen flowers.

“Was I that miserly with my attention towards you?” The question stings as it slips past your own lips.

A cool spring breeze shakes the willows, but the rustling isn't enough to cover the hurt as she answers, “I… generally… tried to stay out of your way…”

You watch in silence as Valerie runs off again with giddy laughter and grass-stained palms.

“In plain terms… I pushed you away.”

Picking up the blossoms one by one, a bouquet begins to take shape as she arranges them in her hand.

“You could say that, yes. There was only one time you relied on me…”

“And that was?”

“To collect evidence against the late queen for attempted assassination…”

Part 3

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After Hours: echoes of a night !

Genre: angst. series / part.i

Pairing: valerio x riccardo + (some Edoardo & Cesare in the mix) italian boys!au

Summary: valerio finds himself drawn into the world of his older university peers, eager to fit in and prove himself. when they invite him out for a night of drinking and revelry, valerio is excited but anxious, knowing that the crowd he’s with is more experienced and reckless.

Warnings: emotional distress, substance abuse, peer pressure, aggressive behavior

The tension in the small apartment was palpable. Valerio’s place, typically a haven of calm and order, had transformed into a raucous gathering spot. The cluttered living room was a stark contrast to its usual neatness, with snacks and half-empty glasses strewn across the floor. The sound of loud laughter and clinking bottles filled the space as Valerio’s older peers took over.

Luca, a tall figure with an air of effortless charm, was holding court. “Tonight’s going to be epic,” he declared, his voice carrying an edge of bravado. “And let’s not forget, it’s Andrea’s birthday. We’re going all out!”

Andrea, the birthday boy, grinned broadly, raising a nearly full glass in a toast. “Cheers to another year of living it up!” He downed his drink with exaggerated gusto, prompting cheers from the group. Valerio, caught between the excitement of the night and the unease of his disheveled home, tried to keep up the facade of confidence. His attempts to join in the conversation felt hollow, a stark contrast to the wild energy of his friends. He moved around, picking up after them, though his gestures were more resigned than enthusiastic.

“Hey, Valerio, don’t sweat it,” Marta said with a teasing lilt in her voice. She was perched on the arm of the sofa, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s a party, not a library.”

Valerio managed a tight smile. “Yeah, I guess. Just trying to keep things from getting too crazy.”

Marta’s laughter was cut short by Luca’s booming voice. “Come on, let loose! We’re celebrating Andrea’s big day, remember?”

The apartment, once a serene sanctuary, now echoed with the sounds of unchecked revelry. Bottles clattered as they were opened and closed, music blared from a portable speaker, and the group’s loud conversation reverberated off the walls. Valerio’s initial excitement was overshadowed by a growing sense of anxiety. He was keenly aware of every misplaced item and every spilled drink, the mess a stark contrast to his usual orderliness.

A loud crash from the kitchen interrupted Valerio’s thoughts. He hurried over to find that someone had knocked a stack of plates onto the floor. The pieces were scattered, and the wine that had been spilled mixed with shards of porcelain. Andrea and Luca were in the middle of it, laughing as they tried to clear the mess with little regard for the damage.

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Andrea said dismissively, stepping over the broken plates. “It’s just a bit of fun.” Valerio’s frustration bubbled up, but he forced himself to keep calm. “Can we try to keep it down a bit? It’s a lot to clean up.”

“Relax,” Luca replied with a dismissive wave. “We’re just having a good time. It’s not the end of the world.”

As the evening progressed, the energy in the room was infectious. The group’s laughter and animated chatter filled the space, creating a sense of camaraderie that Valerio tried to embrace. He put on a brave face, masking his anxiety with a veneer of excitement. He was eager to make a good impression and prove himself to his friends, even if it meant pushing his limits. In the midst of the preparations, Valerio’s phone buzzed with a message from Riccardo. It was a simple, straightforward text: “How’s everything going? Remember to be careful tonight.”

Valerio’s stomach tightened slightly. Riccardo, though well-meaning, had always been a bit overprotective. He was like an older brother, and while Valerio appreciated the concern, he didn’t want to appear as though he couldn’t handle himself. He quickly typed a reply, trying to keep it casual. He texted back: “Everything’s great! Just getting ready for a fun night out. I’ll be fine.” Valerio sighed and tucked his phone into his pocket, deciding to leave it behind for the night. He was determined to embrace the freedom of the evening, even if it meant temporarily disconnecting from his usual support system.

As the group finished getting ready, Valerio’s mind wandered back to Riccardo’s text. He knew his friend was just looking out for him, but the thought of him hovering in the background added an extra layer of pressure. He wanted to prove that he could navigate the nightlife on his own, without anyone’s interference.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get going!” Luca shouted over the din. “Time to hit the pub and keep this party rolling!”

The clock ticked closer to midnight, and the group decided it was time to head out. They gathered their things, with Valerio feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. His friends were chatting animatedly, and he tried to match their enthusiasm, though he could not completely shake the feeling of unease that lingered beneath the surface.

Before leaving, he glanced at his phone one last time. There was another message from Riccardo, this one more concerned. “Just checking in. Remember, I’m only a call away if you need anything.” He sighed and tucked his phone into his pocket, deciding to leave it behind for the night. He was determined to embrace the freedom of the evening, even if it meant temporarily disconnecting from his usual support system.

As the group spilled out into the chilly night air, their laughter echoing down the street, he took a deep breath, trying to shake off his lingering doubts. Tonight was about enjoying himself and proving he could hold his own. He pushed aside any lingering anxiety, focusing on the camaraderie and the promise of an exciting night ahead. Little did he know that the night would unravel in ways he hadn’t anticipated, setting off a series of events that would test his limits and the strength of his friendships. But for now, as they made their way to the pub, he was determined to enjoy the moment and make the most of the evening.

Across the table, his friends laughed loudly, already deep into their drinks. The bar was dimly lit, filled with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Luca nudged him with an elbow.

“Vale, why so quiet? You’re not bailing on us, are you?”Valerio forced a grin, raising his glass. “Nah, just… trying to keep up with you guys,” he said, the alcohol making his words slur slightly.

Marta leaned in closer, her voice dripping with mock concern. “You sure? You look like you’ve had enough already.”

“Hey, let the kid drink!” Andrea, shouted, laughing. “He’s gotta learn sometime.”

Valerio’s phone buzzed, but he quickly shoved it deeper into his pocket, ignoring the concerned glances from his friends. He didn’t need anyone’s interference tonight. But deep down, a knot of anxiety twisted in his stomach, once he tried to drown with another gulp of beer. His vision blurred even further. He laughed along with the others, but it felt hollow, forced. He was barely holding it together.

Marta noticed, her smile turning a bit sharper. “You sure you can handle this? You’re looking a little worse for wear.”

He nodded too quickly, the motion making his head spin. “I’m fine, really. Just need to… sit for a minute.”

Andrea exchanged a glance with Marta, smirking. “Maybe he’s more lightweight than we thought. Should’ve stuck to soda, kid.” The teasing hit harder than it should have, and Valerio’s pride flared. “I’m not a kid,” he snapped, trying to steady himself. “I can handle it.”

Marta raised an eyebrow. “Prove it, then. One more shot?”

He hesitated, but the challenge was too much to back down from. He reached for the shot glass Marta slid over, trying to ignore the way his hand shook. Just as he brought it to his lips, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text.

Riccardo. Again. “Vale, answer your damn phone. I’m worried. Call me back.” He glanced at the message, a pang of guilt momentarily cutting through the haze. But he shoved it aside, downing the shot in one go. The liquid burned on the way down, and he nearly gagged, but forced himself to swallow. His friends cheered, but the victory felt hollow. Everything felt hollow.

A while later, he stumbled outside for air, the cool night hitting him hard. His head was spinning as he stumbled out of the club, the thumping bass still reverberating in his ears. The cool night air hit him like a slap, but it did little to clear the fog in his mind. He fumbled with his phone, blinking hard to focus on the screen. His vision blurred as he tried to dial Riccardo’s number. His hand shook, partly from the cold, but mostly from the alcohol coursing through his veins. His mind was a chaotic mess of regret and anger. He hadn’t wanted to call Riccardo—he knew how furious his older friend would be—but he didn’t see any other option.

The night had started innocently enough. A few drinks, some laughs with the older guys from his sound engineering program, an attempt to fit in. He had been eager to prove he wasn’t just the young, inexperienced student they all saw him as. But things had quickly spiraled out of control. The older students, with their easy confidence and their years of experience, had pushed him further than he was ready to go. Drinks kept coming, faster than he could manage, and before he knew it, Valerio was far past his limit.

Riccardo paced back and forth in his living room, the clock on the wall ticking relentlessly. It was past two in the morning and he hadn’t heard from Valerio since earlier that evening. The last text had been short, almost dismissive: “Heading out with some friends. Don’t wait up.” It wasn’t like him to be so vague. Usually, he was upfront about his plans, especially when it came to going out late. But something about tonight had felt off, and his instincts were screaming that something was wrong.

He grabbed his phone and opened the call log. The sight of his unanswered calls and unread texts only fueled his growing frustration. He’d tried to give Valerio space, tried to respect that he was an adult now, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Valerio was in over his head. These older guys from university—they weren’t the kind of people he trusted. They were the type who saw Valerio as an easy mark, someone they could mold into their own image. He dialed Valerio’s number again, but it went straight to voicemail. He swore under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it, Vale, where the hell are you?”

He tossed his phone on the couch and sat down, trying to think rationally. He knew he couldn’t just storm in and drag Valerio home like a child. But the thought of him out there, possibly drunk and surrounded by people who didn’t have his best interests at heart, gnawed at him. He had seen this kind of thing before—he’d watched friends fall into bad crowds, make bad decisions, and end up paying the price. And he’d be damned if he was going to let Valerio end up the same way.

Now, standing outside the club, feeling the world tilt dangerously, Valerio cursed under his breath. He had ignored his friend’s calls earlier, too caught up in the thrill of the night to care. But now, as he swayed on the sidewalk, the weight of his mistake pressed down on him. He knew Riccardo had warned him about this group, had told him to be careful. But he hadn’t listened. He wanted to prove himself, to show he could handle it. Instead, he had ended up here—drunk, alone, and desperate.

The phone rang in his hand, and after what felt like an eternity, Riccardo picked up. His voice was sharp, tinged with a mix of relief and anger. “Where the hell are you?”

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. “I… I’m outside the club. Need… need you to pick me up.”

There was a brief silence on the other end, and Valerio could almost picture Riccardo’s expression—tight-lipped, eyes narrowed in frustration. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Riccardo finally said, his tone dangerously calm. “I’ve been calling you for hours. Hours. And now you decide to answer?”

“I… I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his words slurring together. “Didn’t… didn’t see the calls.”

Riccardo let out a harsh laugh, the sound devoid of humor. “You didn’t see them? Or you ignored them? Because I’m pretty sure you were too busy getting trashed with those so-called friends of yours.”

Valerio winced at the accusation, shame prickling at the back of his neck. He knew his friend was right, but admitting it felt like swallowing glass. “I wasn’t… I just—”

“Save it,” Riccardo cut him off, his voice hardening. “Just tell me where you are.”

Valerio gave him the address, his stomach churning with a mix of guilt and nausea. He heard Riccardo mutter something under his breath before the line went dead. The abruptness of the hang-up left him standing in the cold, the silence pressing down on him. He shoved the phone back into his pocket, feeling more alone than ever. Minutes passed like hours, the cold seeping into the bones as he waited. He tried to ignore the looks from passersby, their judgmental glances only heightening his sense of humiliation. He knew he had messed up—badly. And now he would have to face Riccardo’s wrath. When he car finally pulled up, his heart sank. He could see the tension in Riccardo’s posture even before he got out of the car. The older man’s face was a mask of controlled anger as he approached, his eyes locking onto him with a look that could burn through steel.

“Get in the car,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Valerio didn’t argue. He could feel Riccardo’s fury simmering beneath the surface, and the last thing he wanted was to set it off. He slid into the passenger seat, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. The door slammed shut beside him, and the sound echoed like a gunshot in the quiet street. Riccardo got in behind the wheel, his hands gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence thick with tension. Valerio could feel the anger radiating off Riccardo, a palpable force that made the air in the car feel stifling.

Finally, Riccardo broke the silence, his voice cold and sharp. “What the hell were you thinking? Going out with those guys, getting drunk off your ass… What were you trying to prove?”

Valerio stared at his hands, his shame battling with the lingering buzz of alcohol. “They said it would be fun.”

“Fun?” Riccardo spat the word like it was poison. “Does this look like fun to you? Being so drunk you can barely stand? Having to call me to bail you out?”

“I didn’t want to call you!” Valerio snapped, his frustration boiling over. “I knew you’d react like this!”

Riccardo’s eyes flashed with anger. “React like what? Like someone who gives a damn about you? Because, believe me, I’m the only one who does! Those friends of yours left you out here to rot. They didn’t care what happened to you, and you’re too damn blind to see it!”

Valerio clenched his fists, the words cutting deep. He wanted to argue, to defend himself, but he knew Riccardo was right. The truth was hard to swallow, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. “I’m not a kid. I can make my own decisions.”

“Yeah? Well, you made a hell of a decision tonight, didn’t you?” Riccardo’s voice was laced with sarcasm, his anger barely contained. “You think you’re proving something by getting wasted with people who don’t give a damn about you? You’re only proving how easy you are to manipulate.”

Valerio’s chest tightened, the words hitting harder than he expected. “I just… I wanted them to take me seriously.”

Riccardo let out a bitter laugh. “And did they? Did they take you seriously when they left you out here? When they pushed you to drink more even though you were clearly out of your depth?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. He didn’t have an answer. He knew Riccardo was right, but admitting it felt like a defeat. Instead, he turned his gaze to the window, staring at the passing lights as the car sped through the empty streets.

The silence stretched on, thick and oppressive. Valerio’s thoughts were a tangled mess, the alcohol making it hard to focus. But one thing was clear—he had messed up, and there was no easy way to fix it. When they finally pulled up to Valerio’s apartment, Riccardo turned off the engine but didn’t move to get out. He sat there, his hands still gripping the wheel, his jaw clenched tight. Valerio could feel the tension radiating off him, the anger that had yet to fully dissipate.

“Valerio,” Riccardo began, his voice softer now but still laced with frustration, “I need you to understand something. I’m not just angry because you got drunk. I’m angry because you put yourself in a situation where you could’ve been seriously hurt. And for what? To impress a bunch of guys who don’t give a damn about you?”

Valerio swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I didn’t think it would go this far.”

“That’s the problem,” Riccardo said, his voice tinged with sadness. “You didn’t think. You were so caught up in trying to fit in that you forgot to take care of yourself.”

Valerio nodded slowly, the weight of Riccardo’s words pressing down on him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to get this bad.”

Riccardo finally released the wheel, turning to look at Valerio. The anger had faded from his eyes, replaced by a deep concern. “Just… promise me you’ll be more careful next time. I don’t want to have to come find you like this again.”

Valerio met his gaze, the guilt gnawing at him. “I promise.”

The late night air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the arguments and emotions that had filled the previous night. Valerio, now sober but visibly drained, shuffled out of the car and leaned against the passenger side, taking a moment to steady himself. Riccardo watched Valerio with a mixture of concern and frustration. He had insisted on staying the night to ensure that Valerio was safe and had a chance to reflect on the events of the previous night. There was an unspoken understanding between them—Riccardo’s presence was both a gesture of support and a necessary intervention.

“Let’s get inside,” Riccardo said, his voice softer now but still carrying an edge of determination. He nodded, though his expression was a blend of embarrassment and resignation. He led the way into the apartment, unlocking the door with a trembling hand. As they stepped inside, Riccardo glanced around, noting the disarray of the living space. Empty bottles and takeout containers were scattered about, remnants of a night that had spiraled out of control.

Valerio dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and sighed, clearly exhausted. “I didn’t expect you to stay over,” he said, trying to mask the vulnerability in his voice with a note of defiance. Riccardo closed the door behind them and followed Valerio into the living room. “I wasn’t going to leave you alone after everything.” he replied firmly. “You need to take some time to calm down and think about what happened. I’m not going to let you do that by yourself.”

Valerio rubbed his temples, the weight of the previous night’s events pressing heavily on his shoulders. “I get it,” he said, sounding more resigned than defensive. “I’m just… tired.”

Riccardo nodded, a heavy silence settling between them. “Good. Now get some sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

He knew things would be different after this—his relationship with Riccardo, his view of his so-called friends, and his understanding of what it meant to make the right choices. As he collapsed onto his bed, the room spinning around him, Valerio couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight had been a turning point. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was grateful that Riccardo had been there to pull him back from the edge.

[lieutenant-amuel]

The more chapters of Was Born To Lead I write, the more I realize there more likely will be no “The History of the History Man” chapter.

[raccoonfallsharder]

⋆⊰∙∘⋆❆ borealis ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ winter collection masterlist ❆ year one

more winter headcanons | navigation | fanfiction masterlist | borealis: year two

rating: varies | no use of y/n | rocket x reader | oneshots | word count: varies. an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday one-shots. gender of reader varies (mostly gn). organized by rating.

frostnip | mcu | fluff ✮

traditions | mcu | fluff ✮

ugly sweater | comics | spice ✩

winter across the galaxy | mcu | spice ✩

snow & stars | comics | smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

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frostnip. °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ [new 12/26/23] ✮ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 1,880. you teach rocket about appropriate winterwear. mcu-based. i think. this might change. can be read romantically or platonically, with a g-rated gesture of physical intimacy. i almost wrote this to involve a snowball fight and then i was like, oh no, reader would actually get murdered.

traditions. ‧❅•꙳⋆ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 3,368. ✮ every winter, rocket comes to your place to celebrate the holidays and take a nap. mcu-based. can be read romantically or platonically. just pure feel-good shit, warm as cocoa and twice as sweet.

ugly sweater. *∞*⍋⋆*❅｡. spice | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,196. ✩ rocket might make fun of your holiday attire, but he kind of wishes you'd wear it more often. comics-based (probably a sort of matt rosenberg incarnation with shades of skottie young and al ewing), including cameos by an array of guardians from all different arcs because i can't fuckin keep track of who's on the goddamn team when. no explicit smut?? but some kinda spicy takes && some explicit statements. rocket's perspective, and rocket is the pursuer. reader's just a sweetheart & a cutie (especially in that flarkin sweater). brief use of a petname (twice, i think) and references to using teeth, claws, and tail during intimacy.

Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ spice | rocket x f!oc | ask imagine | word count: ?? ✩ a super-casual barely-edited oneshot written in response to a reader comment, "Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing." part of Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ

snow & stars. ⋆❅₊⁺⋆ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n| f!reader | oneshot | word count: 16,450. ❤︎❤︎ citing a lack of "team spirit," corporate requires you to attend the annual holiday office party (off the clock, of course) if you want to be eligible for your raise. luckily, the new guy makes things... interesting. comics-based, very loosely inspired by the Timely, Inc arc in Annihilators (2010, Issue 1), though i like... truly cannot abide timothy green ii's style of rocket in this series. try to imagine a nice jorge coelho or valerio schiti. mild exhibitionism, mild degradation, praise, use of "slut"/"whore" (affectionate), begging, pet names, impact play (one? ass smack i think?), pinching, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex. lotsa fluff. i'm not super-well-versed in the annihilators arc because so many of the characters involved bore me to actual tears so apologies for anything that isn't strictly comics-canon. you don't need to have any real comics-knowledge to ride this ride.

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[himboskywalker]

Is there a significance with the drinks Anakin and Obi-Wan are having in RoY each chapter?

A bit! It’s nothing as deep as the metaphors of scent I use but I like to give nods to character and dynamics ect ect.

Chapter 2 Anakin and Obi-Wan are drinking violet wine while the Brotherhood are drinking dark liquors. It’s a bit of character establishment that these are the types of “man’s man” alphas who aren’t the sorts to drink sweet wines where Obi-Wan grabbed them both flutes because Anakin does like sweet and/or strong drinks.

Chapter 3 Obi-Wan orders ‘Adami’ which is a whiskey. Macallan Valerio Adami 1926 is the most expensive whiskey in the world,it was just a little fun nod that Obi-Wan picked the most expensive whiskey he could because it’s on Varon’s tab. Anakin orders arak which is a middle eastern liquor made from aniseed. I had Anakin order it as a nod to Tatooine and because arak is quite strong and tastes overwhelmingly of licorice. I wanted him to intentionally make a drink choice that was “un omega” arak is typically mixed with water and ice and in every interaction I’ve ever had with it,served with food because it’ll knock you off your feet. Anakin throws it back like it’s nothing,it’s a drink to match his outfit choices,strong and bold and of the desert.

Chapter 5 Anakin specifically gets Obi-Wan a dark whiskey,because he knows that’s what Obi-Wan likes,so it’s just a little moment showing not just how well they know each other,but Anakin unintentionally acting out a little omega instinct. And Anakin chooses mead, which is strong and sweet and made of fermented honey. It’s an acceptable drink for an omega,he’s treading on thin ice after chapter 4 and knows it and is on his best behavior. It also reminds him of Obi-Wan and is “what he thinks his pleasure would taste” aka how he imagined Obi-Wan’s want/arousal to smell. Both he and Obi-Wan are starting to crumble under the pressure of the mission and Anakin indulging in honey wine is a further breakdown of his restraint and self will!

I wanted to incorporate a lot of alcoholic drinks because the premise is based off Casino Royale and James Bond is just liquor in a suit so I thought it’d be fun as a nod to the genre!

[ikeprincest]

Headcanon: Rio/Silvio

I imagine that for a while, Silvio is truly broken and torn, seeing Rio so happy in his new life. Offended, kind of (Valerio is meant to be a prince, so how the hell can he be happy in this sort of life?) but mostly broken. He's only ever seen Rio smile like this once, and it was over gold they found, a brief moment

Like this? Rio is almost always smiling. Like he has found something in life that Silvio never gave him (that Silvio, admittedly, never tried to give him, that he never realized he even wanted to give Rio-)

All of this internal torment is the catalyst for Silvio realizing how deeply important Rio is to him, how much he needs him in his life... And that, in turn, makes Silvio even more of an ass than normal. RIP to everyone around him.