#fede smile check

[dominiks]

hi fede 👋🏼😄

[cyberghost-scout]

Flow smiled softly as she petted Ozar's hair. I hope Ozar will have a dreamless sleep or a dreamful one.

"Rest well, my darling."

She hoped that Ozar and her child would be spared.

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Fedelis watched the medical area. As Delta was checking on the blades and the rest. Hoping her presence brightens the mood a smidge.

The pink femme noticed the glum Alfor. "Ah, little murcery." She greeted him.

🎄Family

starter for @bladedalchemistreplica

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News was spreading of the many returns in the Freedom fighters. Hopeful words spun as the return of the missing LT and the Lions came to the planet.

And the return of the big blue ship Old Betty is also a lovely welcome.

Some members lean over as the leaders meet up to catch up and have members heal.

But right now, Flow was sitting down waiting in the Freedom Fighter's medical bay as everyone agreed.

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

hey besties!! here is part 8! Part 8 see's Amelia in a change of colours, her friendship with Jorgi explored more, an awkward Chelsea player and a cheeky Villa boy. Please enjoy & send me your thoughts! Love always, Steph xx

Part 8. | parte otto

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Landing in the rarely-sunny but always wonderful London town, Amelia was swiftly picked up from the airport by a man in a blacked out Mercedes van and driven away to her new club-appointed accommodation in the royal borough of Kensington and Chelsea. The 24 year old couldn’t help but feel a sense of home resonating through her body. Yes, Italy was also her home for the last 3 years, but there was something in the air in London that really made her believe that this is where she was meant to be.

Whilst happy that her quintessentially-British townhouse was a mere stones throw from Stamford Bridge and her family home just on the other side of the park in Holland Park she was still a 30+ minute commute, without traffic & one way, from Cobham. Beggars can’t be choosers, at least this way she was close to the hustle and bustle of London City, as well as her family and old friends.

A few days had passed since her talk with Fede, her swift departure from bella Italia saw only a small gathering occur at her apartment with some of the juventus boys on the eve before her flight. Constant check-ins from La Cosa Nostra whatsapp group chat, of course the word had spread to the rest of the Italian national team before she had even returned home from Fede’s place, meant that she was never left alone to her thoughts for too long.

Keeping the promise he had made when she phoned to tell him the news, Jorgi was knocking on her front door at 7:30am the following Monday morning, ready to drive the both of them to Cobham for Amelia’s first full day of work. He was the only person who knew she was taking this offer, other than the professional staff at Chelsea FC who had to organise her contract, so it was very much a nerve-wracking drive to the suburban training ground.

“Sapevo che stavi bene con il blu Azzurri, ma il blu Chelsea è un'altra benedizione che mi è stata conferita” (i knew you looked good in Azzurri blue, but Chelsea blue is another blessing bestowed upon me) Jorgi exclaimed as she opened the door to his car and slid in, having stopped right in front of her house in a no-park zone.

“Morning Jorgi, Thanks so much for picking me up - i’ll sort out a car this weekend i suppose”

“It's not a problem, I'm only a couple of streets away anyway so it's not out of my way.”

The pair caught up on the past couple of weeks without each other, speaking on the Fede situation and Amelia’s feelings. The best thing about Jorgi was how he was able to see both sides of the story. He valued Amelia's opinion and feelings as much as his long-time friend, Fede. He knew how hard it was for both parties to come to an amicable separation & he was making a mental note to call his italian pal to thank him for letting the girl go.

Amelia’s first day at Cobham was heavily administrative, spending a lot of time sorting out paperwork, meeting the team of staff she would be joining, getting her uniform, sorting out her office. After a quick bite to eat with the head analyst, Paolo (she just couldn’t seem to escape the Italians altogether), she collected her leather bound notebook and followed her colleague to the first team wing of Cobham. Whilst she was strictly working with the first team, she had expressed interest early on & stipulated it in her formal acceptance, that she wanted the opportunity to work with the academy players and the freedom to dip into the talent pool of Chelsea youth, to assist in perfecting her tactical plays.

She couldn’t deny that the blue of her uniform was the perfect shade to bring out the blue in her more-often-than-not grey eyes, she felt comfortable in it, she felt part of the team. Pushing open the door ahead of them, Paolo stood to the side like a true gentleman and gestured to Amelia through the door first.

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Walking in, I noticed that the scene in front of me was similar to the first time I met with some of these players. With their backs to me, facing the front, listening to every word that Tuchel was saying to them. I snuck in, stood to the side and waited for my introduction which came very shortly after.

“I want you all to meet the new tactical analyst that the club has appointed following a very successful european campaign this past summer, Amelia White” Thomas directed towards me, and just like that, a slight bit of deja-vu settled in as i watched 30+ sets of eyes turn to look at me. Some were happy to see me, some were polite and offered a small smile, and just one set looked a little shocked and very guilty.

“I trust you all will treat her with the respect that you show me, Paolo and all other members of this professional staff. We had to fight tooth and nail for this girl to join us and I can’t express how lucky we all are to be learning from her.” Tuchel dismissed his team, Jorgi pushing through the chairs to get to me.

“Amelia! What a surprise! Why didn’t you tell me about this!” Jorgi rushed over to me and wrapped me in a hug that I didn't return. Less than impressed with the boy's antics and sarcasm.

“Oh be quiet, you drove us both here today.” I spoke with a smile and rolled my eyes.

“Always the trouble maker Jorgi!” Mason Mount spoke from behind him.

“Amelia, nice to see you again! Can’t believe you didn’t tell us in the group chat!” Mason continued as he greeted me hello.

“Haha yeah, it all happened very quickly & to be honest, my decision wasn’t final until a couple of days ago. I had a few opportunities and I had to weigh up my options, Chelsea were willing to go a bit above the other clubs so it became obvious. Besides, someone once told me I would look good in the Chelsea blue” That someone also being the person who avoided my messages, and who is currently avoiding my eyes.

Later that evening.

“As if I deserved to know you picked the blues on sky sport?” Jack questioned the girl over facetime that evening, keeping their friendship tradition alive and cooking together.

“It all happened so quickly Jack, I was in talks with a few clubs and there was a bit of a tussle and negotiation stage and then I just had to pick one. Chelsea offered me the opportunity to foster the youth team talent and no one else was willing to cross-contaminate their professional staff” Amelia hurried down the phone, afraid that she hurt the brummie lad’s feelings.

“Calm down Mils, it's fine! I’m only playin wiv’ya. I’m happy for you - and me too, now I can come visit ya and have a place to stay in the city” He joked back to her. Jack had a certain way of calming the girl down, he reminded her a lot of Fede. He could read her before she came to terms with her own thoughts and feelings.

“Are you trying to tell me that you, with all of your friends and all of your money, need to rely on little old me for a place to stay in the city?” The joking tone went back to normal with the two flirtatious friends.

“No, I'm just saying that I'm happy you’re in the city. Ya know, it’s only a 2 hour drive. I could easily come down on a Friday after training and be back before a Sunday game…”

“2 hours is far too long to be in the car just to spend the day with me”

“That's where you’re wrong, it would be two nights and one whole day. Besides, 2 hours in the car is better than having to fly to get to you. I was prepared to do the latter anyway before your big move back to London” Oh did her heart swoon inside her chest, a quick blush spread across her cheeks and a little chuckle left her lips - unable to find the right words to say back to him.

Amelia knew the dangers of the situationship, this was exactly how it happened with Fede. She couldn’t help that she was naturally playful and flirtatious, she often didn't know she was doing it. Normal conversations to her often appeared like a hardcore flirt-fest to anyone who happened to be around the girl. She didn’t want to cross that line with Jack, she knew better than to do that, especially with how she hurt Fede in the end. She didn’t know where she was going to be in a few years, nor where he was going to be.

What she also recognised in the older lad that Fede also possessed, and she would be surprised if he didnt considering he is a professional football player, is that he was determined. Too determined that sometimes it was more about the chase and the challenge, rather than the aftermath or the reward. She knew Jack wouldn’t give up on her and would always be there for her. Was it bad that she enjoyed it?

Part 9. | nona parte

[dearcat1]

One Night Stand (Chapter 6)

(3/3)

"Voi, I'm not finished." Squalo grins but walks closer to them, waiting until Xanxus picks up Fede to offer Gio to her. "There are so many other stories."

"Xan," she rolls her eyes when Xanxus makes a protesting sound. "It's to me you escape to when you're supposed to be doing paperwork. I've seen you ignore the calls."

"Protesting?" Xanxus teases, pulling her into a kiss.

It would be sexy if Michelle wasn't still so freaking sore. "Of course not, I'm just saying."

"Nine months later," Squalo shrugs, "and here we are." 

"You're saying it's karma?" Michelle chuckles, settling down with her other baby at her breast. "Or what exactly?"

"Wasn't karma," Xanxus hugs her closer to his chest. "It was the heat."

"And your flames." Michelle huffs, still a little bemused by that. "My implant didn't stand a chance."

"I'm not sorry." Their alpha sounds like he means it. "You are gorgeous but watching you waddle is something else. And these two menaces are perfect."

"Obviously," Michelle smiles. "I made them."

"Good." Squalo drops on the nest. "If it had been the boss, they'd probably still be in development." 

Xanxus wacks him with his leg. "Can't stop badmouthing me for a minute?"

"Voi, it's not my fault you make it easy."

Michelle dissolves into laughter, warm and content for the first time in a while. "I love you, you know?"

"I love you, too." Xanxus pulls a blanket around them both, scenting her again. "I'm glad you're better rested." 

Squalo straightens a little, curling his hand around her ankle. "Same here. Glad you called me back."

She can feel herself tear up a little, so Michelle huffs. "I was trying not to cry today."

"We'll pretend we didn't see it," the swordsman announces. "So it doesn't count."

Xanxus cups her cheek. "We have the entire pack tonight. Do you want to cuddle?"

It's a rare treat, even now. Michelle perks up, pulling away from him and feeling a little smug when both men shift to accommodate her. "All night?"

"Yeah."

Resisting the urge to ask whether they'd be fine with her babies waking them up during the night, Michelle nods. They're not idiots, they know what they're getting into. "Do we have snacks? Maybe we'll manage a movie."

Squalo nods, stretching a little and typing on his phone. “Any movie you’re thinking of?”

“Not really.” Michelle is less of a movie person and more of a true-crime podcast woman. Which is kind of funny to listen to when the entire pack is made of assassins. He’s seen Xanxus become professionally insulted by more than one of the deep web stories. “Are you watching any series?” She doesn’t think she will be paying a lot of attention to it. 

When Michelle wakes up next, she’s warm and comfortable and already purring. Her babies are awake but she doesn’t have to worry about it. Not when Luss has Federico in his arms and Bel is cooing at Gio. She shifts, thinking about sitting up but the movement makes her wince. "Ow."

"What hurts?" Xanxus rubs her arm, fingers carefully checking her over. 

"My breasts." She's not used to breastfeeding, Michelle is a little chafed but it's not like they weren't expecting it. Luss warned them about. "Help me up?"

"Yeah." Her alpha pulls her into his lap, holding her against him. "There should be something we can do for that."

"I bought a cooling gel online," she admits. It was an impulsive buy born out of pain but Michelle hopes it will work out. 

Xanxus hums, pressing a kiss on her cheek. "We should have about two hours before we have to feed them again," he chuffs for her. "I can kidnap you for a while, I'll get a hot bath ready for you."

Michelle hasn't left her nest for more than peeing or showering, both of which are an entire production nowadays. She's still so sore and pushing out a baby has consequences. And because of that, because of how vulnerable she feels, the idea of leaving her nest makes her a little anxious. Especially if they're not going to have her babies with them. At the same time, the entire pack is in the nest, her puppies are as safe as they can be. And Michelle might be tired and sore but she's also missed having the alpha to herself, if only for a little while. Even before she gave birth, there was always some other member of the pack with her. Nothing wrong with that, she was thankful for that at the time and she still is now. It's just that now that Xanxus has offered, Michelle craves the attention. 

She sighs, slumping against his chest. "I'd love that." 

[inthehausofholbein]

29 this time!!

29. You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

Only recently did everyone find out the truth about who pushed Vilu down the stairs in the park. Of course, Ludmila was happy, but she didn't feel ecstatic about her friends and boyfriend not believing her side of the story. Despite her being right, she sat down on her bed, not really wanting to talk to anyone.

All of a sudden, someone was knocking on the door. Ludmi was startled, but she exclaimed, "Come in!"

The door opened and Federico stepped in the room. He was the one who gave her an earful when Vilu mistakenly accused her of pushing her down the stairs, so Ludmi stayed silent and avoided eye contact.

"Hey... I really need to apologise to you."

No reply, Ludmila was just sitting next to her phone, shoulders hunched and hands together with a worried expression. Her phone then buzzed multiple times and she picked it up to check it.

"You know when your phone buzzes, it means I'm trying to talk to you, right?"

Ludmi took a while to reply, but then sighed. "How are those correlated?", were the first words she said to him in a while.

"I don't know", Fede admitted, "but that's what happens in shows and movies."

He then sat next to her, stroking her hair. "Look, Ludmila. I'm so sorry for doubting you, even for a second."

A tear fell from her eye and Ludmi scrunched up her body even more. "Fede... do you think I'm still a bad person?", she asked, genuinely worried.

"What? No!"

"It's just–", her voice started to crack and more tears came flooding, "Everyday, I fear I'm turning back into my old self, turning into the person my mother is—"

"Ludmila!", Fede said while grabbing her face."You will never be her. You will never be your old self again. That's why it's called your old self, you've changed! The Ludmila I love cares about people, admits to her mistakes, and is an overall beautiful person."

Ludmi was surprised he said all this, but gave him a relieved smile.

"I know I should have believed you, and I'm sorry. I promise I'll never say those things I said again... my supernova.", he said those last two words before kissing the top of her hand.

Ludmila couldn't help but quietly giggle at that. "Thank you, my binary star."

"By the way, what happened to Priscila?"

Ludmi sighed and looked to the floor. "Mother was arrested almost immediately after the police found out..."

Hearing that, Federico hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry."

"Yeah... don't be."

Fede rubbed her arms and let go, holding her hands. "Just know that you'll never be like her. You are your own person, and a lovely one at that."

Ludmila said nothing more, instead, resting her head on his shoulder and smiling.

[cyberghost-scout]

Ghostwire hummed, smiling at him, “Its okay, you’ll have all the time getting used to me... though you may like Flow more for all the free goodies to latch onto.” She spoke to the kitt, bemused at his shyness.

“You think he’ll like climbing onto Thace?” She asked him.

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Fedelis raised a brow at the comment, “He’s going that far...” He felt something is off. But he’s not fully sure. “Perhaps, you checking on him is the best option.” He said lowering the pad.

■》 G R A N D G L O R I O U S R E T U R N

《《◇◇ @cyberghost-scout

The time with the Freedom Fighters have proven useful. Allowing then to create a bridge for connections and upperhandfor defense against the occasional galra attack, even if small.

Now things had seemed to settle down, enough so they could begin creating a temporary refuge for their friends, families, those who've lost homes and planets to the empire. As well build more firepower among themselves and their members.

[ayellowcurtain]

hiiii!!! how you've been doing?!? soooo today is Federico Cesari's birthday... any martino's ideas? hehe I feel like I take advantage of your writing, sorry

Hello, hello!!

I’ve been struggling a little bit mentally but getting better at not caring about numbers, so slowly getting back to my normal headspace, thank you for asking ❤️❤️

Happy birthday to that amazing, good looking guy that is Fede!! Only problem is that he’s a Pisces. Of all the possible ones, he had to be a pisces. At least we now know he’s not perfect hahaha

Since today it's his birthday, I couldn’t wait to do this some other time so let’s throw some ideas in the air like it was Marti’s (even though I have to be clear that Marti is an actual Taurus according to Netflix so he’s the best with the best sign.

1 - Marti woke up a little too early for his liking - it’s his birthday and a Saturday - but he came home last night just to spend at least a little bit of his day with his mom. And of course she would be the one to get inside his bedroom a little too soon, surprising him with a mini cake she just baked for him with some tiny candles on top of it, singing happy birthday. Marti looks grumpy but he can’t be that annoying so he sits up, blows the candles and eats half of the mini cake and his mom eats the other half. It’s probably the best cake she’s ever baked. Nico already sent him a bunch of messages after midnight - he has to be the first to wish his boyfriend a happy birthday every time - and so Marti takes a picture of his half of the cake, saying he’ll be home for lunch but for Nico to not make anything fo them! Once Marti is there they’ll decide what to eat.

2 - Before he’s leaving the house with some new clothes to take to Nico’s grandma’s place and the clothes he took there to wash overnight, he runs into Gio at the door. So they go back inside for a little more so Gio can see his mom and tell her how college is going, how he’s still happily with Eva, looking at some apartments to move in. He teases Marti, saying they’re looking for a place with two bedrooms for the nights when Marti fights with Nico and decides to sleep somewhere else. It doesn’t happen as often as he makes it seem but it’s funny to see Martino so bothered by it.

3 - They walk to Nico’s place so they can still spend some time together on Marti’s bday. Gio buys him some ice cream and they catch up lke they are not constantly talking, texting, video calling each other. Gio asks how Nico is and how are things between them, and before he leaves Marti at Nico’s door, he says they’ll meet a little bit later. Everyone will probably come to eat some pizza later and celebrate Marti.

4 - When he finally gets home it’s almost 2 p.m and Martino is a little tired, feels like this day is lasting a whole year. He unlocks the door with his keys and finds Nico almost instantly, running to meet Martino at the door, holding a bouquet of flower because he’s that cheesy. He gives it to Marti and kisses him, saying he’ll take care of the plants so they can have them for a few weeks. With Martino’s care they wouldn’t last the weekend. They only spent a few hours apart but it feels like months. When Marti left to go to his mom’s place it was past midnight. He holds his flowers and puts them aside and keeps kissing Nico for a little longer, saying it’s his birthday and he’ll say when they’re done kissing. Nico laughs and smiles against his lips, running his hand up and down Martino’s side, always so warm.

5 - They spend the afternoon in bed, tangled together, a little too hot but the fan Nico’s grandma left doesn’t work that well anymore so they’ll just have to ignore the heat from a house with not much circulation of air, no matter if the windows are open and the fan is on. When Marti starts to get really annoyed about it again, complaining, Nico kisses his to take his mind off of it, pushing the sheets aside so he can lie on top of Marti and they can start all over again. Marti’s mood changes instantly, smiling, always excited for Nico’s sexy ideas.

6 - Gio and Eva are the first ones to arrive at night. Nothing is really planned but it’s always like these during birthdays or special occasions: they just show up wherever they need to be and plan the night as it goes. Elia and Filo get there five minutes later and the same happens when Luca, Silvia, Sana, Malik and Fede. The rest of the boys get there a little later with a bunch of balloon with Marti’s name written on it and the balloons are all red - Nico’s request even though the boy don’t really get it, Marti does and it’s what matters. He laughs and thanks the boys and goes back to his boyfriend to give him a kiss away from everyone and thank him for everything.

Hope this is good? I wrote it a little too fast and without checking for any mistakes <3 You don’t take advantage of anything! I love writing and I love your ideas!!!

Happy birthday Fedeee!!! 🥳

[skamamoroma]

Now that another season four is done who is your favourite yousef remake?

It’s funny because I LOVED Yousef and I still do. He’s an adorable human and I LOVED him with Sana, loved so much about him as a person and some of his moments with Sana were just so so magic

And I love Sofiane because, again, he’s a sweetie but the writing for SFr s4 was so messy at times, the second half of the season did him a disservice and it was really very sad because he’s so lovely

I think Malik the “little fawn” crept into my heart and now he has to be my favourite. I LOVED Mehdi’s acting. Malik is so gentle and kind, his eyes are mesmerising when they look at Sana and I loved the extra info we got and the things we saw from him that shaped his character - like his work with kids, his love of agriculture, the way he cares and loves and protects his friends, the way he LOVES Sana’s kick ass side, the way he kept trying but always respected her at every turn, the fact he was so proud of himself for getting a high score on the VR, the way he kept out of the van and kissed Fede with this huge smile, the way he couldn’t help but laugh when Rami tried to kiss him on the cheek when he was drunk, the way he would always check on Sana’s reaction even in a crowded room, the mega polite way he spoke to Filo when he asked to use the bathroom and how polite he always was to Sana’s parents and in helping Sana clean up, the way he teased her and always held his own around her... he had all of Yousef’s loveliness as a parallel but I just find him incredibly endearing and LOVED the Viterbo hot spa scene so much as it was ALL him

The way he respected her wishes and opened up to her and teased her and tried to help her have magical experiences like lying in the water to watch the sky... the way he said “niente” at the end of that moment when she asked what he was doing. It was said with such meaning like he was trying to say “I’m doing nothing at all” because doing nothing with her was enough

So yeah. I am so damn endeared by him and I could watch their lovely scenes all day!

[livsoulsecrets]

Incantava AU - Chapter 15: The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together

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Previous Chapter

Summary: Eleonora is in London for some days for her brother’s photograph exposition. In her last night in the city, she is convinced by her friends to go out by herself and have some fun. Unexpectedly, she meets other Italian there, a charming boy named Edoardo. Not knowing much else about him, she takes her friends’ advice and has a one night stand with him, not expecting to see the boy after that. Little did she know they were bound to meet each other again.

September 17th

15:30

 Edoardo goes through his whole house about four times before convincing himself everything’s in place for him to receive Eleonora. Edo was nervous because he wanted to cause a good impression at the same time he didn’t want to show his interest in doing so. 

 It was a complicated bunch of feelings, but he was navigating them the best way possible. When his doorbell finally ringed, he rushed to let Eleonora in.

— Hey! Welcome! — Edoardo greets, smiling at her. 

 She looks as beautiful as always, a shy expression on her face. Eleonora answers his greeting just as excitedly and comes in.

— Ow, this place is beautiful!

— Thanks! It is not as big as the London one, but it is still pretty good. — Ele blushes at the mention of London and Edo does his best to ignore it despite the shy smile in his face.

— Anyway, where should we go to start working? — Ele asks, bringing the attention back to their task.

— The table over there is pretty big, so that must work. — Edo leads her to the place, where all his college stuff is already spread on the table, and Ele nods, starting to take her books out.

— Alright, so I’ll start working in the cons of the law and you list the pros, good? — Ele says and Edo nods, realizing that she liked to be in control of things. The night they spent together when he witnessed a much more free version of Eleonora was clearly an exception.

 He couldn’t help but wonder if he was ever going to see that Ele again. 

 What he did know was that it was useless to waste time thinking about “what ifs”, so he resigned to continue his part of the work in silence.

 Two hours had passed when Ele took her eyes off the computer to properly stare at Edo again.

— I think we did a lot already. Do you wanna take a break? — She offers, surprising Edo. He still nods, agreeing with her. 

— Do you want to drink something? Maybe eat? — Edo tries his best to be a good host, even if he is not sure how to behave when his guest is Eleonora.

— Just some water, please. — Edo gets up and moves to the kitchen, a tension in the air between the two of them.

 It was weird how they could be so in synch in a moment and utterly lost in the other. That thought is taking over his mind when he gets back to the table and handles Ele the cup. She is careful to not touch him by accident, looking almost afraid to do so. Edo can’t help but wonder if that is because she is not at ease with him being around of if it’s Ele being unsure about what she could do if she got too close.

 He hopes it’s the latter.

— Are you sure you’re not hungry? It feels like we have been here in forever. — Ele looks down for a moment, looking uncertain. — Come on, I swear I won’t poison anything. — She rolls her eyes at that. Good, at least he got a reaction out of her.

— It’s not I don’t trust your cooking abilities. I just don’t want to disturb or anything.

— Don’t be silly. — He argues, getting up again. This time, she follows. — Let’s see what we have here. — Edo opens his kitchen cabinet to find almost nothing inside. — Bloody Fede, I told him to go to the market and he forgot again. 

— My brother does the same thing all the time! — Ele says, barely hiding her laugh at Edo’s annoyance. — Come on, there’s gotta be something eatable here. 

 He checks the refrigerator, then closes it and moves to other doors on the cabinet and, finally, she hears Edo gasps. Ele rushes to see what he found. With a smile in his face, he turns to her.

— Popcorn? Really? — Ele asks in disbelief.

— It is either that or picles with mostard. Up to you.

— Popcorn it is. — She quickly says. Edo excitedly shoves it in the microwave and they wait. — So, Fede seems to be a nice guy. Despite his terrible groceries buying skills. — Edo laughs at that, crossing his arms. 

— That he is. When I decided to move back to Rome, he immediately offered to share his apartment with me. He annoys the hell out of me, but is a good company. And, honestly, how many people can say they really accomplished sharing a home with their childhood best friend? 

— Not many. — Ele agrees. — And your parents were cool with you living here by yourself?

— My dad wasn’t really happy with the idea, but he didn’t have much of a choice. My mom… Well, she wouldn’t have minded, I’m sure. — Ele looks at him, confused with his choice of words, and he takes that as a cue to speak again. — My mom died when I was 12. 

— Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. — Ele feels weird and curses herself for bringing the family topic up.

— No, it is okay, don’t worry about that. What about your parents? Do they drive you crazy like your brother does?

— Not so much. — Ele says, staring at the floor. — My parents are divorced and none of them lives with me and Filo. I see my mom more than my dad, but she just- She is chill.

 She stops herself from saying her mom doesn’t care that much to bother her because that would be just too embarrassing to admit out loud. For a moment, she feels tempted to ask Edo how his mom was like. By the way he speaks of her, it is clear he loves her a lot. Still, it is not like they are close enough to talk about it. Instead, she settles for watching him put the popcorn in a bowl.

 He leads her to the couch and they sit there, side by side.

 Ele can’t help but notice the insanity of it all: there she is, sitting in Edoardo Incanti’s couch, only some days after sleeping with him. 

 What in the freaking hell even is her life?

— Why did you decide to study law? — Edo asks, suddenly. Ele blinks, surprised with his question.

 She ponders about the question: there are many things she could say, but none of them would be as honest as the fact she wanted to ensure justice to others like she once got to herself.

 She was barely fourteen when her boyfriend at the time, Francesco, pressured her into having sex with him. He was older, cooler, better than her. Ele was head over heels in love with him so she didn’t notice the abuse she was enduring. Not even when he took pictures of her naked after it. 

 Not even when he threatened to leak the photos some weeks later when they got into a fight.

 Ele felt hummiliated, lost, small. She didn’t know how she found the strength to tell Filo what happened. He helped her telling the truth to her parents and they told the police about what he did. Ever since then, she never saw him again, but her heart was at peace with the fact he got what he deserved: a criminal record for the rest of his days. That feeling is what she wanted to give others.

 But she also couldn’t help but realize she also never allowed herself to be charmed by anyone else after Francesco. Not until Edoardo.

— I always liked talking. — She says instead, which is still a half truth. Edo laughs, intrigued. — Reading, writing, it always came easy to me. I have always been a bit of a nerd, I admit. But, overall, I just really felt like I could do something important with this job. Something right.

— What a sense of justice you have there, Sava! — Edo says, picking up some popcorn from the bowl, carefully avoiding Ele’s hand.

— Idiot. — She hums. — Are you gonna tell me you are doing this for the money? It is clear you have plenty already. — She looks around his living room, that is spacious with fancy furniture spread through all of it.

— Touché. I guess I always liked speaking up too, finding out the truth, even if I wasn’t as smart as you… I still got around school just fine. — Ele rolls her eyes.

— Don’t even try to charm me with compliments, Incanti. 

— Ouch. You really think the worst of me? After I welcomed you into my home and fed you?

— Microwave popcorn hardly counts as real food, you know? 

— You do have a point. — Edo admits and they fall into a somewhat comfortable silence while eating. When they finish, Ele feels a lot lighter. They can do this: joke, laugh, talk without it being so awkard. 

 They’ll be fine.

 She doesn’t know why she cares so much about it, but the thought puts a smile on her face for the rest of the day.

📲 Ele’s Instagram Post

📲 Edo

📲 Fede’s Tweet

📲 Ele

📲 Filippo’s Tweet

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Bubbly

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, language

Request: Hi dear, i keep seeing two gifs of fede berna drinking champagne post victory and my hormones are having a party 😂 could you write something about it? Post victory sex with champagne or whatever? Thank you 🙏🏼

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You heard him before you saw him. He was singing at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing up the stairwell. "Weee are the champions, my frieeeeends!” You raised your eyes to the ceiling, thankful for patient neighbors, and unlocked the door for him before he could ring the buzzer and set the dogs off.

“Eeeeeey!” He yelled, a big champagne bottle held in his right hand. He fell into you, all sloppy kisses and grabby hands. Well, one grabby hand. He pulled away from you with a smack of his lips. Though he had showered after the on-field celebrations, he still smelled faintly of champagne.

You laughed, shushing him as you shut the door. “You’re going to wake the whole building.”

“Who’s sleeping on a night like tonight?” He grinned. “Go put on something hot. We’re going to celebrate.” He took a drink from the bottle and held it out to you to sample.  “That short pink thing. I like the short pink thing.”

You took a gulp of champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose. “And the black heels?”

His lips curled into a smile. “The really tall ones? Yeah.” He checked his phone for an incoming text and grinned. “We’d better hurry, they’ve started without us.”

The short pink thing was tighter around your hips than you remembered, but when Federico appeared in the door of the walk in closet he gave a low whistle of approval. He was half dressed and spread out in the doorway, the champagne bottle still clutched in his hand. You giggled and spun around to give him a good look. “Like what you see?”

He wet his lips. “Come here.” You sauntered over to him, heels clicking quietly on the tile, and when you reached him he pulled your body flush against his, crushing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss. His hand slid up your back, fingers pressing into your skin. 

“Fede, baby,” you said. “I thought you wanted to go out.” Your voice cracked when he wrapped your hair in his hand to expose the bare skin of your neck to his lips. “I got all dressed up for you.”

“Take it off,” he said, releasing your hair and trailing his hand down your back. You looked up at him, eyes wide, and reached slowly for the zipper behind you. His nostrils flared when your dress fell to the ground, his eyes dropping shamelessly to your chest. He trailed a finger over the edge of your bra. “Off.”

"Demanding tonight, aren’t you?” You unhooked the clasp and let the bra fall away, lips twitching with a smile when his tongue slid over his bottom lip. He leaned into you to claim another kiss, pressing his free hand into the small of your back, and you could feel his erection already straining against his pants. “Our friends are waiting for us,” you said, smoothing your hands over his chest.

“They’ll live,” he said. He started to back out of the room. “I’m taking my time with you tonight.” Your body tingled with excitement as you followed, the ache in your lower abdomen growing more intense. He took another drink of champagne and cocked his head towards the bench at the foot of your bed. “Sit.”

You backed away from him, wobbling slightly on your heels as you lowered yourself onto the bench. He stood over you and raised the bottle to his lips again before handing it to you. You looked at it, and a thought occurred to you. “Do you remember that scene in ‘From Dusk til Dawn?’ With Salma Hayek and the beer?”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, smiling slyly. “Are you asking me to suck champagne from your toes?”

You laughed. “Not my toes, ew. But maybe.....” You tipped the bottle towards your chest, letting some of the champagne trickle down over your breast. He lowered his head and dragged his tongue across your skin, lapping at the bubbles. You giggled and tilted the bottle higher. More booze flowed down your chest, and he drank it in, his hands teasing over your thighs as he did. 

“Gimme.” He took the bottle from you and set it on the floor, “Scoot.” You slid yourself towards the end of the bench, and he slipped your panties off before leaning into you for another kiss. His fingers parted your folds and pushed easily inside you, and he smiled against your lips as you arched into him, your small whine giving way to louder moans when he lowered himself to flatten his tongue against your sensitive clit. 

“Oh, yes,” you sighed, cupping your hand around his head as he slid his tongue over you. “Oh shit, baby, right there.” He knew your body so well, knew exactly how to work you to the edge, and when your legs began to jerk with his every movement he pressed his tongue harder against you, crooking his fingers inside you until you were calling out his name as you collapsed against the foot of the bed, your orgasm overtaking you. He slowed his movements, placing heavy kisses against your stomach.

“Still with me?” He looked up at you, smiling as you tried to catch your breath. 

You reached awkwardly to stroke your thumb across his cheek. “Get up here.”

He shoved his pants down his legs as he situated himself on the bench, and pulled you into his lap. You leaned down to grab the champagne again and he laughed. “More?”

“More,” you said, taking a long drink from the bottle. He stroked his thumb slowly over your clit and you shuddered as you swallowed, the champagne burning your throat and the heat in your belly spreading through you. He opened his mouth, craning his neck towards you, and you poured a sip in between his lips. He swallowed with a sigh, then he gripped his shaft in his hand to position himself at your entrance, lifting his hips to you. 

You claimed another kiss as you lowered yourself down onto him, loving the way his groan felt against your mouth. His considerable girth stretched you with a pleasurable sting. He cursed as you started to rock your hips against him, his hands gripping your waist tightly and his stubble scraping against the soft skin of your neck. You let the empty bottle fall to the floor to wrap your arms around him.

"I’m so proud of you, Federico” you murmured. “So proud.” You let your head fall back as he left kisses over your neck and chest. He pulled one of your nipples between his lips, rolling his tongue over the hardened bud, releasing it with a smack. You pressed your lips to his with a soft whimper, and you quickened your pace.

“That’s it,” he urged you on. “Just like that.” His hips started to snap against yours, his breath coming in harsh grunts. “You feel so good baby, so fucking good.” He dug his fingers into your flesh as you rode him. “Faster, baby, please,” he gasped, and you slammed your hips against him as fast as you could, your thighs burning in protest. ”Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, baby I’m-” and with a yell he came, his arms tight around you as he held your body close to his. 

His breath was hot against your skin as he clung to you, panting heavily. He leaned back against the bed, bringing you with him. “Fuck,” he grunted weakly. “We’re not going out,” he declared, and you hummed in agreement. Your legs were going to ache for days. The two of you lay still against the foot of the bed, until his stomach rumbled with hunger and you dissolved into giggles. 

“Didn’t you eat,” you teased as you lifted off of him and crawled onto the bed. You kicked your heels to the floor.

“Just champagne,” he said. “And you.” He added this with a wink.

“A well balanced meal, if you ask me.” You stood, heading for the bathroom. “Come wash all this champagne off of me and maybe I’ll take you to eat.” 

He groaned as he got to his feet to follow you. “Is anywhere still delivering?”

“It’s not even that late!” You laughed as you adjusted the shower. “You were all ready to party just a bit ago.” He came up behind you to nuzzle into your neck.

"That was before you seduced me,” he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I was trying to get dressed, excuse you.”

He kissed you just below your ear. “Let’s stay in,” he mumbled, letting his hand slip lower down your body to tickle his fingers across your stomach. “I like this celebration better.” You turned your face to his, and he kissed you tenderly. Pretty dresses and wild parties were fun, you thought as you let Fede lead you into the shower, but nothing would ever top nights spent at home with him.

[contrabbandieri]

Turn the lights down low

Hey, this is my first time writing in so long. I don’t know what came over me but here we are. Any feedback is very welcomed (same as any question) 

An special thank you to my gurl @youleavebehindmemories for helping me, please don’t forget to check her Giovanni’s season fic if you haven’t yet. It’s fantastic.

“What are you doing?” Edoardo asks leaning back on his spot on the couch.

“I just need to check one last thing”. Eleonora answers without looking at him.

“No, Ele, you don’t”. He leans in, trying to catch her attention. “You’ve been studying non-stop for the last two hours. You’re good. You’ll do well”.

His smile is the first thing Eleonora meets when she looks up but still, it isn’t enough to convince her. “Just ask me a few more questions. Please, Edo”. And Edoardo finds himself nodding because he can’t say no to her. Not when she pouts like that, or when she’s smiling her brightest, or just in general. He can’t say no to her. Which is crazy because they have known each other for less than a year and he didn’t even know that much about her. God, what did he know? He knows she is from Rome, that they were to the same school but never met, he knows she’s Nico’s boyfriend’s high school friend and that all those kids managed to get into different universities all across Milan so they will all stay together. Don’t get him wrong, he really likes those kids. He even considers them his friends. Sure, he found them annoying at the start, meeting them in random parties where they were extremely loud, then they always being around when he wanted to get lunch with Nico and just Nico. But somehow, they grew on him and -not that he would ever admit it out loud- Edoardo was grateful for the way he and his boys were welcomed into the very exclusive clique. Those kids were damn loyal and when you don’t have much of a family, you need those friends. Edo was happy with them. And then there it was Eleonora. Fearless, beautiful, sassy, strong Eleonora. Somehow Edoardo always found himself having one-on-one conversations with her. Doesn’t matter if there were twenty or a hundred people in the room, it was like something pulling him to her. It wasn’t that weird, honestly, after all, same major, same taste in music -mostly- same love for Stephen King. Maybe he didn’t know that much about her but what he knew was enough for them to get close, so no one found it weird -not even themselves- when Eleonora expressed her hate for logistics and Edoardo offered her a hand.

 And here they were in his apartment. Alone. “Edoardo?”. Her voice shakes him out of his thoughts, an expectant look on her face while she waits for him to take the book she’s handing. He does take the book. “Okay, but three questions and after you answer them all perfectly, I don’t want to he-”. Edoardo voice is shut down by the sudden darkness surrounding them.

“What the-”. He shuts up mid-sentence again, he knows what the fuck is going on, the power went off and even when he can’t see anything yet he can hear Ele shifting in the couch in front of him, searching for something between her books, probably her phone. He finds his first and turning the flash on illuminates Ele who looks at him like a scared deer and take her own phone from the coffee table. He can see fear on her eyes but instead of teasing her -something he would never miss the chance to- he decides to ignore it this time. He wants her to feel safe, with him.

He stands up after a few seconds of silence and says “You mind checking the kitchen? I think there are some candles somewhere. I’ll check Fede’s room”.

“Why would it be on Fede’s room?” She hasn’t moved and from the thigh way she’s holding her phone, Edoardo starts thinking that maybe she is more than just a little bit scared. “He bought them” he just shrugs and turns around hearing her heading the opposite direction a few seconds after.

He’s alone with Eleonora and the power went off, and the streets look as dark as his home when his phone starts vibrating in in his hand.

“Hey, man, you’re on speaker” he greets his friend because it’s easier to look for something in the dark if the only light is in front of your eyes.

“The power went off for you too, right?” It was a question but it sounded more like a statement.

“Yep”.

“It seems like it went off in half the city or something like that” Chicco explains, bored.

“Is that even possible?” Edoardo asks stopping for a moment.

“Ask Rocco, I’m not the one studying engineering” and two seconds after those words, Edoardo hears Rocco murmuring something in the back. “He says it is” Chicco says. “He can explain it to us if we want to but of course we don’t. Right, Edo?” He chuckles and his friend takes it as a confirmation. “Anyway, you want to come for dinner? Rocco is cooking and even when the elevator isn’t working, I think you can survive a small walk on the stairs”. He can, he has walked those stairs even more times that he has taken the elevator in the past two years. He and his friends managed to move into the same building, to be close to one another, and to have a place to crash when one of them needed the apartment for themselves in the middle of the night. Which it is why Edoardo took the stairs so many times but never Fede, at least not in the last period. Not since…

Ele, he hears her opening and closing doors in his kitchen, probably scared, looking for candles to illuminate them until the lights come back. “Edo? You coming?” Chicco brings him back to reality. What does he do? Does he tell them he is with a girl? They would probably find out it was Ele and think they slept together. He can’t do that to her. Does he tell them he is studying with Eleonora? He could do that but they would insist on her coming too and Edoardo wants to spend time with her. “Nah, man. I’ll eat the left overs before I had to throw them away”. He decides to lie. It’s easier sometimes. “But see you tomorrow, okay?”.

“Sure, dude. Good night” Chicco says and hangs up before Edo can even reply.

“Edo? I found them!” Ele youths from the kitchen and Edoardo turns the flash off and walks to her, in the middle of the dark.

She’s standing against the counter, waiting for him to come back. “Hey” he smiles, for some reason that situation makes him happy. “I just spoke to Chicco, it seems like half the city is in complete darkness. I have no idea how long is gonna take for the lights to come back”. He wants to asks her to have dinner with him, to stay over and drink lemon tea and talk until the sun rises but she doesn’t have that confident look of her so Edoardo decides to push his selfishness aside and do the right thing. “You want me to drive you home?” He hears himself saying. “Or we can wait here. I know you love my pasta”. She is smiling at him, soft and intimate, like she’s trying to silently thank him.

“I think you should drive me home”. She is looking anywhere but his face. “I should’ve come back home like an hour ago and you know Eva, she can’t live without internet. I’m scared she’ll try to cook something without googling it before and… die”. Edoardo laughs and Eleonora looks at his face. “Let’s do that then. I don’t want Eva’s death on my conscience”. He adds taking the candle and walking to the living room. “No one does” Ele replies from behind, quickly following him. 

He doesn’t have to do much, just put on his jacket, take the keys and wait for Eleonora to place everything into her backpack. When she’s finishing the last pocket his phone’s screen illuminates again but this time, he doesn’t put the speaker on.

“Fede”.

“Hey, man. I’m not coming home tonight”. Fede says and Edoardo’s body freeze at the sound of sirens in the back. “What happened?” He asks, probably too loud because Eleonora stopped her task and is now facing him with concern on her eyes.

“Nothing, dad, relax” Fede laughs. “I couldn’t even get into my car. The police aren’t letting anyone drive so I’m staying at my mate’s. I’ll come home tomorrow. You still with Ele?” He adds after a small pause.

“Yes”. Edoardo meets her eyes and involuntarily smiles. “I was about to drive her home”. She smiles back. “Well, you can’t do that”. Fede reminds him.

“I figured”.

“But, hey. Feel free to use my room, except is you’re fucking, then get the hell out of my room”. Fede jokes and Edo knows he’s joking but somehow that thought sends shivers down his spine. “Bye” he manages to say without his voice breaking. “Bye, Ele” Federico shouts loud enough for Eleonora to hear it. 

“There’s a problem”. Edoardo stars, taking his jacket off, “I can’t drive you home. The police are stopping anyone they see driving. I guess it isn’t safe”.

“Oh”. She says taking her backpack off her shoulder and sitting down. 

“You can stay here, for the night. I’d sleep on Fede’s room”. He tries to sound like it isn’t a big deal and maybe he success because she’s nodding with a smile, getting comfortable in the same spot she was before the lights went off.

“Don’t you even think about it” Edoardo’s holding his index finger to her and its firm enough to make her leave her backpack in the floor again. “Ele, you know everything, all right? No need to study. Your exam’s on Monday afternoon. You have the whole morning to give it a last look. I’ll help you”. “You have your own exam on Monday’s morning” she narrows her green eyes to him. “I’ll make it quick” his smirk turns into a full smile when she rolls her eyes at him. “Get comfortable. I’ll make us tea”. Edoardo gets up again and is surprised when she mirrors his actions. “I’ll go with you”. She explains. “Why?” Okay maybe he can tease her a little bit, he thinks smiling mischievously. “I have nothing better to do” she’s lying shamelessly, he knows it. “Eleonora Sava” Edoardo half sings closing the distance. “Are you, perhaps, afraid of dark?” He’s looking down at her with what he hopes it’s a serious face. And she’s so pretty from up close. Not like he’s into her or anything. He just… has eyes. “Of course, I am not!” She scoffs standing straight. “I just wanna be a good guess and help you”. She steps back, distancing herself from him.

“Okay”. Edoardo lets her walk first. When they get into the kitchen, the lights that come from her phone is bright enough to illuminate their steps, or maybe their eyes already adjusted to the dark. Edoardo starts preparing tea without paying too much attention. It’s a simple task, he can do it with his eyes closed so he doesn’t realize the light isn’t on him anymore until he turns around and catch Eleonora typing on her phone. She looks up at him and jumps into the kitchen counter. “Is it Eva?” He asks automatically. She nods. “Yeah, Sana’s at the apartment with her. She’ll survive.” And slowly, almost as a whisper, she adds “I told her I’m staying here. With you”. He smiles, big and pours the water into the mugs. “You want it here or in the couch?” Edo asks pointing the tea. “Couch”. She smiles jumping off and using her phone to illuminate the way back.

By the time they set the empty mugs back on the table, Eleonora’s sitting in a pretzel way and Edoardo’s curled up next to her. Close enough to hear her whispering but not close enough to make her feel uncomfortable. Ele’s phone died fifteen minutes ago, Edo’s still has forty percent of battery and the candle on the table’s half way through. “What’s it?” Edoardo murmurs after she sighs, ducking his head, forcing Ele to meet his eyes. “I’m just worried” Ele plays with the phone in her hands “What if the power doesn’t come back until tomorrow night? I’d miss my train”. Right. Eleonora was leaving for the weekend, Edoardo decided to push that knowledge away the moment he found out. Eleonora’s coming back to Rome to help her brother with work. Not that he actually needs the help but he was having a photo-shoot with this guy Ele likes so much and her brother was kind enough to invite her.

“You will with that attitude”. Edoardo jokes and gets a slap on the shoulder as an answer. “Asshole”, her insult would be persuasive if she weren’t smiling.

“Come on” He gets up and offers her his hand. “Let’s go to bed. And tomorrow I’ll wake you up just in time for you to go home, charge your phone, take a shower and let me drive you to the train station”.

“You have classes tomorrow” she replies, not moving. “No until the afternoon” he shots with a smile. “Dai, get up. Don’t make me carry you”. Edoardo half jokes with his hand still extended to her. She takes it but let it go immediately after she’s on her feet. Edo turns the flash on one more time and guides Ele to the bedroom. 

Automatically he switches the lights on when he walks in, stupid, he knows but for some reason he’s feeling kind of nervous so he forgives himself. “Uhm, you can find short and t-shirts in the third drawer, pick whatever you prefer and, uh, I- I’ll wake you up tomorrow” Edoardo’s talking slow, feeling his mouth dryer with every word. He’s planning to go straight to the kitchen and get him a glass of water when his name on Eleonora’s mouth stops him. “You…” it seems like she’s struggling to find the rights words. “You can stay here” she whispers avoiding his eyes. “It’s your room and the bed’s like stupidly big so…” He catches her eyes and he doesn’t just meet hesitation; he also finds that track of fear again. 

“If it’s okay with you…” he clears his throat and she nod. “Then, yeah. I hate Fede’s bed anyway, the pillows are like rocks”. He jokes because he doesn’t know what else to do. “You change and I… I’ll get us some water, okay?” Edoardo walks away from his room in the dark. He left his phone with Ele. She’s gonna need it more than he does. The curly guy doesn’t remember a time when he took too long to just get water but he wants to give Eleonora the time to feel comfortable and walking in on her while she’s half naked wouldn’t be nice. 

When he reaches the door, he knocks with his feet. “Ele? Can I come in?” He whispers and the door opens to him. Reveling a beautiful woman with her hair down and his clothes. She smiles shyly and walks to the bed. Edoardo sets one glass next to her and walks to his side of the bed. Silently taking the universe for making Ele a left side sleeper. 

“You good?” He asks after quickly changing clothes and getting into the covers. “Mhm” she nods and turns her back to him, curling on her side. “All right, good night then”. Edo’s trying not to think too much about it and turns the only light off and in that moment Eleonora’s body freeze. “Everything okay?” He’s supporting his weight on his elbows and trying to look at her in the dark. “I thought you were going to let the flash on” she says turning to face him. “I can’t. If I let the flash on the whole night my phone would die and we wouldn’t have an alarm tomorrow morning”. He’s in a horizontal position once again but, unlike Ele, he’s looking to the ceiling. “Okay” she hesitates and gets closer to him. She must have noticed the way Edo’s eyes opened because she’s smiling when she says “What? You trying to tell me you never slept next to a girl?” She’s teasing him and so close he can feel her body vibrating with laugh. “No with one who is my friend” He turns his head to her and it’s close, way too close to be okay so he’s back to staring the ceiling and resting his head on his arms, just to get some space between them. “Have you?” He asks after a few seconds “slept with a boy… friend. I mean, boys who are your friends” He tries to laugh but it never gets to leave his throat. “Yeah!” She answers like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “I’ve slept next to Marti like three times and I shared a couch with Elia once” she’s smiling at the memories. 

“They don’t count!” Edoardo scoff and allows himself to take a look at her. She’s mirroring his position now with her head to the side, looking at him. “Why not? They’re males, my friends and we shared a space to sleep. That literally is what you asked.” She laughs and her right arm brush his left side. “I know but Marti practically is the third Sava and Elia’s your brother-in-law. It’s not the same”.

“Why not?” she’s fully facing him again and he does the same. They’re looking at each other eyes, way too close to be okay. Edoardo mentally slap himself when he realizes his eyes drifted to her lips for a few seconds. 

They stay in silence for a whole minute until he speaks, low enough that the only reason why she can hear it, it’s because they’re way too close. “Are you afraid of dark?” She nods and slowly adds “I usually sleep with a light on”. “Even when you sleep with someone?” He asks and immediately regrets it. 

“Well I don’t usually share my bed but… when some of the girls stay over or…” she pauses, like she’s carefully choosing her words. “I can stand a night with light off if I’m not alone”. She tries to smile but it doesn’t touch her eyes.

“Good thing I’m here, them” He pinches her nose with his fingers and she makes the most adorable face he has even seen. “Now you tell me something embarrassing” She says, getting comfortable in her spot. “What?”

“Yeah. I’m a 19 years old woman afraid of the dark. It’s embarrassing. Now you have to tell me something that makes you embarrassed so I know you won’t hold this information against me”. She explains, smiling.

“Can’t you just trust me?” Edo tries, thinking about something he can say to her.

“Nope”. He expected that answer.

“Okay, then…” He pauses, thinking. What can he say to her? There’s nothing he wants to hide from her or any of his friends, actually. He can’t think of something that would make him blush if she-

That’s it. The thought pops up on his mind like a spotlight and he hears himself speaking before even considering if it is the right thing to say. “I think…” he inhales, “I think you’re the most beautiful human I’ve ever meet and saying it out loud, to your face, it’s as embarrassing as being a 19 years old young woman who is afraid of dark”. He tries to joke, to take the weight off his words but Eleonora’s in complete silence and he can feel her avoiding his eyes. He overstepped. He definitely overstepped. Of course, he overstepped, you can’t say that to a girl who’s platonically sleeping on your bed. He’s such a dick. He has to say something. He has to apologize but when he’s opening his mouth there’s a sudden bright light on him and he has to close his eyes for a few seconds.

The power came back on. He hears Ele moving next to him and he knows what’s next. She’s gonna ask him to drive her home and she will leave tomorrow and won’t text him when she comes back because he sounded like a creep and scared her. “Edoardo?” She’s whispering even lower than before and he opens his eyes, waiting for the words to come out her mouth. “You…” You should drive me home. Now, you creep, he thinks he hears but it’s just his mind. “You can turn the lights back off”. She finishes. He freezes. Eleonora wants to stay. “Are you sure?” He asks, the last thing he wants is to make her uncomfortable. “I can sleep on Fede’s room, if… if you want”.

“No, it’s okay” She looking at him in the eyes. Turn the lights off and let’s go to sleep” she assures him with a smile. A smile he answers the same way while he walks to the entrance of his room, turn the lights off and goes back to his bed to lay down next to his good friend Eleonora.

[cyberghost-scout]

Ghostwire hummed, stretching her back with a gentle roll of the shoulders.

Flow finished a tiny mock, so she dressed the little dollies up. She hummed as she turned the toy facing her before grabbing a pin, turning around the little toy to pin down where it needed tightening and a button fixture.

She smiled a little as she heard how happy Tavo was right now. Hopefully, when they get back to the ship. She'll tell Ozar that she's alright, maybe tell them about the colony when they come back to the base... she paused balancing the fabric him her fingers. Maybe a date and getting Fedelis to check for bugs.

《《••Return of five

《□@cyberghost-scout Starting thread

The events of before had set them back, the freedom fighters, the Blade of Marmora had sent them some word of backup if needed after such times. Unluckily, they had not yet given an idea on what said backup would entail.

Though they would not be picky. Kolivan being busy with the paladins of Voltron for a few movements had come across all branches of both organizations.

Voltron. Voltron had returned, ten-thousand deca-phoebs later, the defenders of the universe have returned. The word spread during the time of healing, boosting much confidence in putting an end to the galra reign.

Although things had calmed, that didn't mean it would last...and today. It did not. Because, their ship was ablaze.

[dylanobrienisbatman]

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise

It has been days since her fight with Edoardo, and she feels lost, like at any moment she might just shatter. She sees him across the courtyard at school, and she feel his pain from what feels like miles away. He asks, and they talk. Eleonora finally realises that she's terrified, but for all the right reasons.

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Eleonora felt like her insides were trying to claw their way out of her skin, burning and itching beneath the layers that held her together.

She and her friends were in the courtyard, chattering away about nothing, when Edoardo and his friends had come outside.

Silvia had started in immediately, talking about how handsome he was. How he was the best kisser she’d ever met. How much she wanted to comfort him because he had seemed sad the last few days.

Silvia’s voice was the only sound she could hear, pounding in her ears, as she looked across the stone and looked at him.

His curls were soft, falling over his forehead. He had on a blue button up, maybe the one he had worn to Federica’s party so long ago. But what caught her attention most was his eyes, rimmed red and sad.

She could only imagine hers looked much the same.

He looked up and caught her looking at him, and she meant to look away, meant to turn her head and go back to pretending like Silvia’s comments didn’t make her want to scream, but she couldn’t. All she could do was look at him.

She opened her mouth like she wanted to speak, and he lifted his phone from his pocket, gesturing to it.

He waited, for some kind of sign.

She nodded almost imperceptibly.

She missed him. Everything about him. The way he smelled when he was close, the way his hair felt beneath her fingers, the way his warmth seemed to seep into her skin even from a distance… but mostly the way he made her feel.

Beautiful.

Comfortable.

Happy.

Safe.

Even after the fight, she still felt it. He would walk into a room and it suddenly felt like nothing in the world would be able to touch her.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she yanked it out to see a text from him.

Edoardo: Window in the stairwell? Silvia is out here, she wont see.

Even now, he was making sure to protect her, even from something she had caused.

She nodded at him again, and grabbed her bag.

“Sorry,” She said, to her friends confused faces, “I forgot I had to talk with Mr. Giordano.” She pressed kisses into all of their cheeks, lingering longest on Silvia, before she turned and walked towards the door, passing through the group of his friends still standing in the courtyard.

The look Fede gave her made her feel small, like somehow he could see right through her skin and into her thoughts.

She climbed the stairs slowly, even though she could see him through the bars watching her. She approached him, and felt herself shrink. She had never felt small around him, if anything he made her feel like she could conquer the world, so this feeling was foreign. It terrified her.

She was only inches from him, and all she wanted was to wrap herself up in him again, to feel safe and warm again, but the look in his eyes broke her heart, so she wrapped her arms around herself instead.

They stood in silence for a moment, the air tense.

She had so many things she wanted to say, her heart ached just thinking about the vile things that had spilled from her lips the last time they had spoken.

The words came pouring out before she could stop them, all jumbled and mangled, just falling from her lips like fall leaves, broken and dying, but somehow full of meaning.

“I’m so sorry I said… that I said those things I just… You… I’m sorry Edoardo I’m sorry.”

She saw his fingers flex by his side, like he wanted to reach out and hold her, but he held them down and she squeezed her arms a little tighter.

“What you said… I… you hurt me, Eleonora.” His voice was soft, and shaky. “I know that… what I did scared you… but I was just trying to… Fuck I dont know Ele. I was trying to help them, and Fede was on the ground, and I just reacted. But you didn’t… you never… and then you said those things about my… family… I just…” He wasn’t finishing his thoughts, and she knew it was because he didn’t want to hurt her, even now.

Even now, when her words had sliced through his skin like a knife, leaving him bleeding out on the pavement where they had fought, the remnants of him lingering there, he was trying to protect her. He felt miles away, even inches from her, even when she could feel the warmth from his skin.

“Please just be angry with me.” She whispered, letting the thing she needed most seep out.

She needed him to feel like he could tell her how he felt, without worrying that she would shatter.

She was breakable, and delicate, but she had spent her whole life building a wall up around the porcelain that made her, wrapping it around her skin perfectly so keep it safe inside. She had just started to lower the bricks down, so let him see, but they couldn’t ever get anywhere if he felt like he had to keep himself in check, and hidden from her.

“What?” He whispered, lifting his arms only to lower them again. She wished he would touch her.

“Be angry with me. You can be angry with me, I’m… I was wrong. I deserve it. Don’t hide and push your anger down for my sake.” She felt the tears welling in her eyes and she bit at her cheeks and blinked furiously to keep them at bay.

“Ele I’m not…” He rubbed his face furiously, like he was trying to scrub away the days past. “I’m not angry, Eleonora. I’m hurt.”

“But I-“

“You said awful things, but I’m not angry with you. You hurt me, but you… I know you. You may not think I do, but I do. I know you were trying to hurt me, you were trying to push me away. When I said you weren’t obligated to be with me, I was… I was giving you a chance to decide. If you wanted to be with me, you could say so, but if you didn’t… I was letting you have an out. I know you were trying to push me away before I hurt you like everyone else, but you pushing me away… that was…” He let out a long breath that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

“I’m scared.”

“Of me?” He asked, his voice small.

“No. Well… yes. But not… of you. I’m not scared of you, I’m scared of this. Of the way you make me feel. I’m scared of how worried I was when you were fighting. I’m scared of how much I do want to be with you. I’m scared of how much I hope you keep that promise from the car. I’m scared to death of how I’ll feel if you dont.”

“Ele.” His voice was so soft, like he was trying to keep her safe from the world with it.

“I just… You make me feel… different. Then anyone else ever has. You make me feel like I could actually get hurt.”

He looked at her, puzzled.

“I push people away. I push them away so they don’t hurt me, because my parents.. I push them away first. But you… I don’t know Edoardo. You make me feel like no matter how much I push you won’t go, because you know I don’t really want you to, and then someday, you’ll hurt me, by accident, and I just… I feel like I have no control.”

She was almost rocking back and forth now, clawing at her own arms, unable to wrap herself up enough. Enough for what she wasn’t sure, maybe to disappear, maybe to just fold into herself, but she was terrified.

She felt herself falling in love with him and she was terrified.

As if on queue, he reached out gently, slowly, and cupped her face with his right hand, brushing her cheek with his thumb.

“Ele, I can promise all day that I won’t hurt you, but the fact is you’re right. One day, entirely by mistake, I might. But..I would never hurt you on purpose.” He stepped closer, and she leaned into his hand, reaching up to hold onto his arm, anchoring herself in him. “I’m here, always. You can talk to me. We can slow down, we can just… be. I’m not going anywhere, and you don’t have to be afraid of this, or me.”

“I just-“

He leaned in and pressed a kiss into her forehead, and finally wrapped himself around her, his arms coming down over her shoulders to pull her into his chest, pressing her into him as tightly as he could. She felt herself finally breathe for the first time in days.

He smelled the same. He still felt warm. He still made her feel safe.

She whispered it into his chest, softly.

“Hmm?” He hummed, and she leaned back a little to look up at him. He pressed his forehead to hers.

“Even though I’m terrified, you make me feel safe.” She whispered, the air between them finally starting to thaw. “I think thats what scares me the most. Loosing that. I’ve never felt like this… I’ve never had anyone whose presence makes me feel so safe.”

He smiled, brushing their noses together, the sunlight streaming around them, bathing them in soft light.

He lifted a hand to cup her neck, sliding back a little into her hair.

“I will always be here, Eleonora.”

The fear she felt was still there, an ever present ache in her gut, but it was surrounded by the warmth of him. This person, who made every feeling inside her conflict with itself, because as much as she was afraid of their unknown future, she knew she wanted to be part of it.

She leaned up on her toes a little, pressing a kiss into his lips, before burying her face into his chest, and wrapping her arms around his waist.

He held her, there in the stairwell, for what felt like years.

She felt the porcelain of her skin start to mend, like he was slowly putting the chipped pieces back together.

[all-things-skam]

Incantava prompt: ‘‘I haven’t been okay for a long time.’‘ Ele is still struggling with her eating disorder. Edo notices something is wrong and tries to talk with her about it. Thanks!

Hi. Can you please write an Incantava fic in which Edoardo discovers Eleanora has an eating disorder. Of course only if you’re comfortable writing that

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Title: Old habits doesn’t die

Ship: Skam Italia | Eleonora Sava and Edoardo Incanti (Incantava)

At first, it was like Edoardo didn’t want to see what he was seeing. As if his brain didn’t want him to see what he was seeing and had tricked him and blinded him from the hard truth.

Why though? Why did his brain chose to filter his girlfriend’s silent sufferings? Did it think he wouldn’t handle it? Edoardo had had gone through his fair share of difficult thing in life going from his mother’s long and painful death to his blood brother assaulting his girlfriend under his roof, he could handle anything now.

It took Edoardo a couple weeks to realize something was off with his girlfriend and, once he caught on to what was going on, he was mad at himself for not remarking anything sooner. Knowing that the girl whom he cared the most about and loved with all his being had been suffering in silence and he hadn’t seen anything frustrated him. Edoardo felt like he had failed her, he had broken his promise to never hurt her.

Simple things she had said over the past two weeks came back in flashes as Edoardo was at Federico’s, lounging in his living room, chatting about their graduation party plans. With all those exams - and finals for Edoardo - Eleonora and he hadn’t been spending as much time together. These past weeks had been pretty stressful and hectic on both their ends, so they had little to no time to see each other beside sharing a couple kisses after school in his car or sneaking between classes. Edoardo had even tried taking her out for lunch, just to spend time with her, but, every times, he recalled her saying something like “I ate a big breakfast this morning” or “my stomach feels funny, I’d rather not eat and upset it” and now it felt like a punch in the gut. It was right under his nose and he didn’t notice anything.

The following day, Edoardo sat outside with his friends during lunch, smoking cigarettes as Chicco and Fede tried to convince Nathan that he should host the graduation party at his house because of his big pool. Instead of supporting the boys and backing them for their idea, Edoardo glanced at Eleonora, the fancy lunch she prepared herself all year missing from their table, having been replaced by a textbook. He could understand that she was feeling stressed at the moment and wasn’t hungry because of it but, she had to eat. Your body - and brain - needs carbohydrates to function properly.

And, this was another red flag to add to Edoardo’s list.

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''Filo left on Wednesday night, will be out for the weekend,'' Eleonora announced, shutting the door behind them, turing to face Edoardo, grin on her lips.

He raised his eyebrows, crowding over her. ''Is he?''

Eleonora hummed, closing the distance between them to kiss him, hands founding their home on each other's bodies, kissing and pulling and caressing. Thank god Filippo was away or else he would've made sure to tease her about how she used to almost be a prude before Edoardo came into her life and now she's making out in the entry. Filippo never miss an occasion to embarrass his sister in front of her boyfriend.

They made their way to the couch, sharing kisses for a couple minutes before Eleonora got up and grabbed her laptop to put a movie. She wasn't kidding when she said they'd watch a movie.

The title appeared on the screen and Edoardo groaned. ''Are we really going to watch this movie?''

''Yes, we are!''

''The Favorite? Why are you doing this to me, Ele...''

Eleonora giggled at his dramatics and cuddled up against Edoardo, smiling at the feeling of his soft tee shirt under her cheek. ''Shh, it's starting.''

He rolled his eyes but still watched the entirety of the movie. And, if he had dozed off between scenes, it wasn't his fault.

''Well, that was a good movie,'' Edoardo said, waking up just in time as the credits rolled in.

Ele sat up, giving him a look. ''Bullshit, you slept through more than half the movie,'' she pointed.

Edoardo laughed, stretching a bit as Eleonora brushed away a stray curl that fell on his forehead, right above his brow. ''Sorry.''

''I'll put on another but, don't fall asleep this time.'' She pulled away and pointed an accusing finger at him. ''I'm watching you, Eduardo.''

''Ugh, will you ever stop calling me that?'' He grabbed his phone and checked the time, realizing it was almost seven. ''Why don't we go and fix some dinner. We can eat while we watch the next movie. What are you feeling for? Say and I'll cook it for you.''

She chuckled, loving how Edoardo was always up to show off his cooking skills. ''You won't find anything in the fridge, Filo ate everything before he left and, true to his fashion, he didn't go grocery shopping.''

''Oh. Okay. We can order in or I can go to the store and cook up something.''

Eleonora bit down her lip. ''Tempting but, I'm not really hungry.'' She moved to search for the next movie, trying to find something that won't make Edo fall asleep.

''You're not hungry or you don't want to eat?''

The words were out before he realized it. It wasn't his intention to bring it up like this but, now it's out and he couldn't go back.

Edoardo watched Eleonora tensing beside him, shifting away from him. By her reaction, he knew that he was right.

She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to act as natural as possible. ''W-why are you asking me this?''

Edoardo knew it was a delicate subject to bring up and dive in. He had to be careful with his words and chose them wisely because no one who has a disorder of any type liked to have them figured out and pointed out.

''I'm not blind. I notice things.''

Ele shook her head, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. ''I don't know what you're talking about... I'm just not hungry, Edo. Why do you have to make a big deal out of this and jump to absurd conclusions?''

Lying and denying was a way for people who suffered from eating disorders to hide their secret and, sometimes, they weren't aware that they were ill which would pain Edoardo even more if it was Eleonora's case.

But, it wasn't. She was aware of what she was doing, she was just terrified of having been caught so she used lies to get herself out of the situation but Edoardo wasn't going to let her get away with it. Eating disorders were serious matter and dangerous for your health - especially when they get out of hand.

''I'm not jumping to conclusions, this had been going on for a moment. You're avoiding food every occasions you get. What have you been eating for the past two days if Filippo emptied the fridge before he left?''

''No. No, you're seeing things the wrong way, I-''

''Don't play dumb with me, Eleonora!''

She flinched at his tone and Edoardo realized his mistake. He didn't mean to yell at her. Trusting others was something Eleonora had difficulty with and Edoardo knew it. He was just so fed up with all the lies and wished she would trust him enough to not feel forced to lie to him. He'd rather her say she isn't ready to talk about it than lie to his face.

A tear slipped down her cheek but she didn't wipe it. Her gaze was down, fingers shaking on her lap. Gently, Edoardo slid closer to the edge of the couch, closer to her, and covered them with his, stopping them from shaking.

Although he knew that starving herself and skipping meals was wrong, he also knew scolding and yelling at Eleonora wouldn't do any help.

''I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm sorry. I just- Seeing you like this breaks my heart...and it scares me too.''

''I know what I'm doing. I know when to stop,'' she pressed, sounding a bit unsure of who she was trying to convince, him or herself.

''Do you?'' Edoardo asked, getting more concerned about her and her health and well being when he noticed how her cheekbones were more proheminent and her wrists smaller.

''You don't have to worry about me. I've done this before.''

Her temptative to reassure him went down the drain because Edoardo's concern broadened at the release of worrisome new information.

''I've always been respectful of your wishes but, I can't this time. I can't not worry about you. This is what humans do, we worry about the ones we care about and you mean so much to me, Eleonora. You're the person I care the most about in my life and I'm not going to judge you, I just want to understand why you're treating your body this way. What's pushing you to do this? Is it...me? Did I ever-''

''No. No, Edo.'' She shook her head, squeezing his hands, soothing his sudden fear. ''It's not you.'' She casted her eyes down. ''I...I haven't been okay for a long time.''

Ele took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to put all her feelings to words. She had never told this story to anyone, not even her brother with whom she was very close to.

At first, she was hesitant, worried Edoardo would look down at her from his Villa boy pedestal but, she was so wrong to think that he would think less of her. He had always been accepting and understanding with her, why did she think, even for a second, he wouldn't accept this side of her as well.

''I was twelve when it started. I didn't do it for you reasons you think, at least not at first. I never had control over anything in my life. My parents's divorce and absence, the many moves; none of these were my choices. I was looking for control. Something I could have full control on, something only me could have control on. The majority of the time, my parents working full time jobs - and Filo had a lot of friends, he was rarely home too - so it was easy to skip meals without anyone noticing. I hadn't banned food from my body though, I wasn't starving myself.''

Eleonora shifted on the couch, getting uncomfortable and uneasy as bad memories returned.

Gently rubbing her arm up and down in comfort, Edoardo looked at her with the softest eyes. ''Hey, you don't have to continue if you don't feel comfortable telling me,'' he said, not wanting to pressure her or force her to go through though old memories.

She shook her head. ''I have to do this. I...I want to tell you.''

''Okay.'' He tucked a piece of hair behind her head, caressing her cheek. ''Take your time.''

''Then, things started going downhill in my personal life. My obsession with control got out of hand and, like a lot of young girls, I found myself staring at the mirror, hating at my reflexion. I told myself I would stop when I'd reached a certain weight but, it's a vicious circle, you know. You'll never be satisfied with the way you look regardless how little you weight. One day, I was alone at home and fainted from not eating. That's when I ended it all; no more skipping meals, no more starving myself. That's also when I started learning how to cook. I wasn't good at it but it helped me control and chose better what I was putting in my body.''

This might justify her acts from the past but, what about now? What drove Eleonora to fall back into her old habit? Was it her need for control? Was it- No. Edoardo had never made any off-hand comments about Eleonora's look. He had teased her once of twice about an ugly sweater and collared shirts but, it was light hearted.

''What about now?'' he asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows, not completely understanding his question.

Eating disorders are one of those things you'll have to live with for the rest of your life once it entered it. Above all, it's a mental illness, not physical which means it's something you'll have to mentally work on in order to recover but, alas, there's always going to be a risk of relapse.

''A relapse doesn't happen without a reason.''

Biting her lip, Eleonora looked up at Edo, shrugging. She had been so stressed lately that she couldn't recall exactly when she fell back into her old patterns. ''I don't know. I...I don't know. It might be stress? I really don't know...''

''It's okay. We'll figure it out.''

We.

Her heart felt warm. She wasn't alone in this anymore, she had a supportive boyfriend by her side. Tears filled her light green eyes and Edoardo leaned close, passing an arm around her protectively, kissing her shoulder and up her neck, his curls tickling on its way.

She closed her eyes and let herself melt into Edoardo's touch. ''Okay.''

Chin on hooked on her shoulder, he cocked an eyebrow. ''Now...what about some ice cream?''

Ele's eyes lit up at the mention of her favorite desert. ''Pistachio?''

[greenlightfic]

Maybe it’ll work out in the end

 Tuesday 18:45 – March 31, 2020 – It’s out of our hands

 Edoardo’s half sitting, half laying down on Nico’s couch. Lately, he hasn’t been feeling well on his own, so he takes every opportunity he has to be around people. This time Nico needed a model for some sketches and he offered himself. But that task was finished almost thirteen minutes ago, now he’s just scrolling through Instagram, thinking of a reason to stay there until Fede comes home, while his friend is in the other room talking on the phone. Therefore, he’s alone, and he doesn’t like it.

The front door opens behind him and Edoardo stretches himself to glance at the entrance.

“Hi!” Martino smiles at him when he closes the door.

“Hey, man” Edo sits up and bump fits with his friend.

“Where’s Nico?” Marti asks looking around.

“His mom called” Edoardo explains and moves for Marti to sit comfortably next to him.

“How was modeling?” The tall guy fixes his wild curls thinking. “Alright, I guess? My neck hurts a little bit” he shrugs smiling.

“Don’t tell him that” Martino whispers “he’ll feel guilty”.

“Got it” Edoardo gives him an accomplice smile. “How was your class?” He asks after a second of silence.

“Meh” the redhead makes a face. “Boring”.

“The boring ones are the ones that stick”.

“I almost fell asleep” Marti complains laughing.

“Ok, then you won’t learn anything” They both laugh. It’s nice to be around Martino. He has a particular sense of humor but once you get used to it, it’s impossible not to like him. He’s also very introvert, and it’s never asking too many questions or making Edo feel uncomfortable. And more important, he loves Nico, madly, and Edoardo likes that. He likes to see his friend with someone who actually understands him as a whole and not just an illness. He likes Martino. He really does.

“What’s up with you?”

“Huh?” Edoardo doesn’t know where Marti is going with that question.

“Chicco told us you were ‘busy’ Sunday’s night” he makes quoting marks on the air in the word ‘busy’ and smiles mischievously.

“Not a big deal, I swear” Edoardo looks at his hands.

“Well I think it’s great!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, perfect time. I’ve heard like four different people talking about you and Ele secretly dating. Chicco even tried to talk me into a bet, so this will shut them up” he laughs and quickly stops when he notices Edoardo isn’t laughing with him.

“Edoardo?” Marti’s looking at him with his forehead furrowed. “Were you-”

“It wasn’t Ele. The girl, it wasn’t her”. He assures.

“Okay”. Marti nods.

“I really care about her and everything but, you know. It’s not like that” Edoardo murmurs playing with his sweater. He isn’t very sure of why he’s talking but now he confessed his crush to someone he feels like he needs to put his feelings into words, and he needs other people opinions, especially if those other people know the focus of his crush better than he does.

“Okay…” Marti affirmation sounds more like a question to Edoardo’s ears. He just nods, hoping for Martino to change the topic, or for Niccolò to end the call and come back to the room.

“Edo” Martino sighs loud, soberly forcing his friend to look at him. He does and Marti struggles to let the words out. “If… there’s something you want to say” he moves his hand, trying to make Edoardo understand what he is thinking. “If there’s something you want to say” he repeats with more enthusiasm “I think you should say it to Eleonora.” Edoardo just looks at him. “She’s the most attentive person I know, and she won’t crush your heart just for the sake of it”. Marti holds his gaze, “I understand it can be hard, but if you don’t clear things up, it would end up disturbing your friendship and you two seem to really enjoy being around each other. So…”

“I get it” Edoardo cuts him off because he can’t listen to it any longer. He’s already messed up; he doesn’t need to add more to it.

“Yeah. I love you, too” they both hear Nico walking to them and Edo turns to face Marti, nervous.

“Don’t worry” Marti assures him. “It’s our secret” he smiles patting his friend’s leg and stands up to greet his boyfriend.

“Hey!” Niccolò’s face lights up when he sees Martino, who quickly walks to him and kiss him on the lips. Niccolò instantly smiles into the kiss and Edoardo envies them. He envies their domesticity, their simplicity, the fact they both know they’re safe and… loved.

“I thought you were talking alone” Nico turns to him.

“I’m one exam away from that” he jokes and the three boys laugh.

Martino’s phone rings on his backpack and he sits back again, searching for it. “What did you lie to your mother with?” Martino speaks looking at Nico.

“Nothing!” he replies offended. “I didn’t lie to her.”

“Then why is she ca- oh.” Marti changes his tone mind-sentence and takes the call. “Hey”.

“Why?” He asks to his interlocutor suspiciously and Edoardo shares a look with Niccolò, both confused. “What? Are you serious?” Marti exclaims getting up and half running to the door, even though it’s less than ten steps away from the couch. Nico walks behind him and Edoardo follows close.

Martino opens the door and, from behind his friend, Edoardo catches a glimpse of platinum blonde hair.

“My son!” Filippo shouts hugging Marti very tight and Edoardo notices Elia next to his boyfriend, smiling at them. “My beloved, boring son” Filippo say ruffling Martino’s hair.

“When did you arrive?” Nico asks, walking to him. Filippo lets Marti go to hug Niccolò. The hug is one with affection but it’s different to the one Edoardo just saw him gave Martino. Martino’s hug reminds Edoardo of the one Filippo gave Eleonora.

“Last night” He replies smiling at Nico and rising a brow to Edoardo when he spots him in the back. Meanwhile Elia made his way into the apartment and is now patting Edo’s shoulder.

“And what have you been doing until now?” Martino demands, trying to sound angry.

“What do you think?” Filippo laughs and Edoardo sees Elia covering his face with both hands, trying to hide his red checks.

“Oh” Martino says laughing. “Sorry, Filo, this is-” He’s walking to Edoardo, with Filippo following him. “Edoardo, we already met” Filo cuts him with a smile. “Last night he was at Ele’s when I arrived” Filippo’s smiling smugly again and Edoardo feels the heat increasing.

“Oh.” Marti replies.

“And now that my sister isn’t here to control me, we can finish our conversation” He says resting his hand on Edo’s shoulder. “What is your Hogwarts house, Edoardo?” Edo laughs and his friends join him, what else can they do?

 Wednesday 15:10 – April 1, 2020 – I don’t want this to break you

 Edoardo and Alice have things clear. Alice decided to made them clear right after they slept together for the first time. She likes him, she feels attracted to him, but she doesn’t want to be his girlfriend. She just wants to have a good time with a nice guy. And Edoardo agrees. He does want to move on from his crush but he doesn’t want a relationship, it wouldn’t be fair for his partner, so he’s okay with Alice’s boundaries.

Edoardo tried to make her stay longer because he still doesn’t feel alright being all by himself but the girl has her own things to do, things that doesn’t involve the guy she’s sleeping with, which means Edo can tag alone. So, here they are, outside Edoardo’s building, saying goodbye, and it really could’ve been it but it isn’t and Edoardo has nowhere to hide when Fede’s car parks right next to his. They meet eyes and he know his friend’s panicking as much as he is right now but he can’t run inside or push Alice away, every person inside Federico’s car saw him and he now has to face it.

His friends get out of the car one by one and Alice turns around at the sound of doors closing. She smiles awkwardly when she recognizes Fede who, politely greets her with a kiss on the cheek.

The six of them look at each other in silence until Edo shoves his hands down his jeans’ pockets, clearing his throat. “Alice these are my friends: Giovanni, Sana and… Eleonora”. He watches her shake each one of their hands. Giovanni smiles courteously but Edoardo notices his eyes going from the girl to Eleonora and then back at him. Sana, in the other hand, looks at Alice’s eyes but her smile is less warm than Gio’s, and Eleonora looks at him, as if she were waiting for any sort of confirmation to an answer she hasn’t made, and then smiles at Alice. Edoardo would have given up all his money for that smile to show something: jealousy, discomfort, anything at all. But if Eleonora’s feeling any of those feelings she’s extremely good at hiding them.

“It’s really nice meeting you all but I was leaving, so...” Alice says looking at no one in particular.

“I’ll drive you”. Edo interferes.

“No, it’s okay. It’s no far from here” she smiles.

“You sure?” Edo asks watching her closing the distance between them and he silently prays for her to not kiss him on the lips. No in front of Eleonora.

“I’m sure” she smiles softly and kisses his cheek, placing a hand on the other one. “I’ll see you guys, around” she farewells his friend with the same smile and quickly walks away. They all watch her disappear in the corner of the street in silence. Edoardo’s scared of turning to face his friends.

“Next time,” Sana positions in front of him, amused. “Send a sock to the group chat” she pats his chest and starts walking to the door. Gio looks at him with worry but reminds silence, while Eleonora just smiles shyly to him and follows Sana’s steps.

“I’m sorry” Fede whispers next to him. “I didn’t think you…”

“It’s okay” he tries to smile. “It’s was just… bad timing. Not your fault”. Federico nods twitching his mouth to the side and pats his back.

 Thursday 16:16 – April 2, 2020 – Don’t want to find I’ve lost it all

 Edoardo walks into the Caffè looking for a redhead boy between the people. It isn’t a very big Caffè but it is elongated and, just as Edo imagined, Martino’s almost at the end, next to the closed kitchen, in a small wood table, reading a book.

Martino lift up his head when Edoardo’s almost in front of him and smiles closing his book. “I already ordered two espressos. I hope it’s okay” Marti says, greeting his friend.

“Sure!” Edoardo gets comfortable on his seat in front of his friend. “Thank you” he says with meaning and the look on Marti’s eyes confirms him that the redhead boy understands he’s not only thanking him for the coffee. “Does Nico know we’re here?” Edoardo asks him while the waitress walks to them, and once their coffees are settles in between them Marti speaks. “No, he thinks I’m with some classmates. I didn’t know if you… wanted him to know” he shrugs drinking.

“Thank you” Edo repeats. “Fede’s the only one who knows. Well, and you now”.

“Filippo has his doubts” Marti says smiling, “but there’s any confirmation yet, so…”

“Do you know what you wanna do?” Martino asks him after a few seconds of silently drinking.

“I don’t know. It’s pretty new, you know? I don’t want to tell her or anyone until I’m sure it won’t go away as fast as it came.” He explains playing with the spoon on his coffee cup. Martino nods.

“What did it trigger it? Did you saw her naked or something?” his friend jokes, lighting up the mood.

“Remember the night the power went off?” he waits for an answer and Martino nods. “She was at my place and she end up spending the night there and… I don’t know. It felt different. Like…” he struggles to find the words to describe his feelings.

“Like you actually saw her for the first time?” Marti tries, smiling to himself. “You know, when I first met Nico, I felt attracted to him but it wasn’t until we were alone at his house for the first time that I felt like… it was real. I fell in love with him right there.”

“I’m not in love with Eleonora”. Edoardo rapidly corrects him.

“I know, but what I mean” he moves his hands, finding the right words, “I mean that being just the two of you in some sort of intimate situation triggered your feelings. Maybe you liked her since you met her but you weren’t… ready” Martino holds his gaze to empathize his speech.

“You know her better than most of us”. Edoardo speaks throwing his hands in the air, exhausted. “What do I have to do? And please be clear. I’m losing my mind” he massages his forehead.

Martino finishes his coffee before speaking. “I think you should ask yourself what do you really want and if it is Eleonora and it is real, then you should tell her. Explicitly tell her what you feel and what you want.” Edoardo’s looking at him with attention, he wants to remember every word. “She’s a really cautious person, and she has her reasons but you can scape relationships or… feelings forever. And you can’t hide either. What a better time that now, right?”

“And if she doesn’t feel the same and I fuck it up? Even all of us as a group won’t be the same. I don’t want to mess up all of us for just a crush”. Edoardo keeps telling himself there’s no reason for his feelings to be out if they aren’t reciprocated, it would only bring complications to too many people’s lives.

“I understand that” Marti speaks slow. “When Gio and Eva broke up, it was hard for all of us. They were always avoiding each other but we went through it and eventually they shared a room and no one died. Yeah, it was awkward at first but it’s not the end of the world.” Edoardo just nods, what else can he do? If Eleonora rejects him, it would be awful but, at least, he wouldn’t have to look away every time their eyes meet in a room.

“Okay” he whispers uncertain.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Martino smiles and lifts his empty mug to him. Edoardo does the same and their cups bump gently. “Good luck, man!” Marti says genuinely, what makes Edo smiles. He knows Eleonora could hurt him but he also knows his friends aren’t going anywhere and that’s enough for now.

 Friday 12:15 – April 3, 2020 – I wonder can I give you what you need

 Edoardo’s extremely nervous. He’s moving a leg, crazily typing his fingers against the table, unlocking his phone each time the screen goes back, just to see the clock moving way too slow for his nerves to resist any longer.

Filippo Sava messaged him on Instagram, asking him to meet, just the two of them. And maybe it is him who read it wrong but it felt like he was being very serious about it and that scared Edoardo.

And now here he is, really nervous, waiting for the coffee shop’s door to be opened by Filippo, who suddenly appears in front of his eyes, walking like he owns the place. Edoardo wishes Filo wasn’t wearing sunglasses, so he could try to decode the atmosphere of their reunion on his eyes, because, honestly, he doesn’t have a clue of what to expect.

Filippo spots him effortlessly and reaches him in no time. Edoardo gets up from his seat when Filippo extends a hand to him, he shakes it smiling and sits down again. Filo takes off his glasses, looks at Edoardo’s eyes and then sits down in front of him. Not -already known- smirk on his face.

“Sorry I made you wait. Elia tried to talk me out of this at the last minute”. He says casually.

“It’s ok. I haven’t been here for long” Edoardo lies shamelessly. He sat there and waited for the blonde guy to show up for ten long and painful minutes, but there’s no force in Heaven -or Hell- that would make him admit that.

“Did you already order?”

“Uh, no. I was waiting for you”.

“How nice of you” Filo smiles at him for what it feels like the first time. He calls the waiter and asks him -with Edoardo consent- for two cappuccinos. Once the guy leaves him, the older guys turns to faces him again. “Thank you for accepting to meet me. I’m leaving tonight, and I didn’t want to let this opportunity goes by”. Filippo’s very good with eyes contact and one-at-one conversations, Edoardo easily realizes that and it makes his nervousness even more notorious. Or at least he thinks it does. He just nods with a small smile. “You aren’t missing any classes, right?”

“Just one but my teacher doesn’t even notice it. I raised my hand when he said my name and then left. It’s okay” he smiles and Filippo laughs. “The best teachers, if you ask me” Filo jokes and Edo feels a bit more comfortable in his presence.

“Weren’t you staying the whole week?” Edoardo asks, feeling more confidence. Maybe he did read the messages wrong and Filippo only wanted to hang out.

“Yeah but there’s a party I need to cover, so…” he shrugs, not very excited about leaving.

“I’ve seen your photos. You’re really good. I mean, not like I actually know something about photography but even for me, someone who doesn’t know shit, they look very good”. The boy has been stalking Filippo’s Instagram since he followed him. But he hasn’t paid too much attention to the last fifty -or so- photos. He has gone deeper, the photos posted when Filippo wasn’t professionally recognized yet and all his pictures were mostly about Eleonora in multiple scenarios. Edoardo really like those photos.

“Thanks!” Filo grins and reminds silence when the waitress approaches them. Once the coffees are settled down and they’re both alone, Filippo’s smiles fades.

“Look, don’t take it wrong okay?” he starts, moving his hands between them. “But of all the things I’d like to do in my last hours here, having a conversation with you about my work is one of the lasts”.

“O-Ok…” Edoardo feels cold all over his back. What the hell did he do wrong?

“I told myself I wouldn’t interfere because it’s not my place, I know that. But the other night Eleonora was pretty moody and after gossiping around I heard that, casually, she met your new girlfriend or hook up or whatever you were doing that same day. So, I decided I needed to get involved, because, Edoardo, I don’t believe in coincidences.” His words are fast but meaningful and the curly-haired guy doesn’t know how to reply.

“I know what you’re thinking right know” he continues after taking a sip of his coffee and Edoardo doesn’t believe him. It’s impossible for Filippo to know what he’s thinking when he has no clue himself. “I know you may be thinking ‘what the fuck is wrong with this dude’ and I get, all right? I would’ve already left if I were in your position, but Ele… She’s the most important thing to me and I need to take care of her, okay? It has always been like that.” Filo’s voice softened immediately when he named his sister and Edoardo can see how much he loves her, how important they’re for one another. It makes him feel miserable. Since the first time Eleonora talked to him about her brother, he has tried, really tried, to think about a universe where he has had a relationship like that with Andrea, some parallel universe where his brother has died for him but he can’t. His reality is awfully far away from the Sava sibling.

“I know” he murmurs absent.

“You know?” Filippo asks, incredulous.

“Yeah. She told me about your parents”.

“She told you that?” Confusion is the only expression he’s showing and in other circumstances Edoardo would be amused but the bitterness of Andrea’s memory still affects him.

“Yes, she did. Not too long ago, though.” He dares to lock eyes with the older guys, who nods in respond.

“What else did she tell you? Filippo asks. “About her past, I mean” he clarifies nodding, assuring Edoardo that it’s okay to talk to him.

“Uh…” Edoardo’s skeptical, is it okay to talk about her when she’s not around? He thinks it isn’t but the person asking is her brother, the one she’s the closest to. He probably knows every story Eleonora has told him. “She told me about her… ex” he mutters, uncertain.

“What exactly?”

“That he… uh… he wasn’t… nice?” he tries, slowly and he can literally see Filippo’s expression changing into a furious one in a split of a second. “Nice?!” He repeats way too loud. “She told you that piece of shit wasn’t nice to her?” he speaks between his teeth, lowering his voice. Edoardo nods and Filippo rubs his face frustrated, opens his mouth, closes it, closes his eyes, exhales noisily and then look at Edoardo again. “I know boundaries, okay? I know it seems like I don’t but I do. So, I would only tell you one thing: that massive piece of garbage… My sister put a restriction order against him. You don’t do that to someone who isn’t nice” he spits the last word with hatred and if Edoardo wasn’t too shock for the new information he would’ve notice Filippo’s voice trembling when he said ‘my sister’.

“I didn’t know” he says feeling small.

“Of course, you didn’t!” Filippo scoffs and, after calming down, he speaks again. “Eleonora has a boyfriend when she was young. I didn’t get involved back then because I was young and reckless and, well… selfish.” He sounds ashamed and guilty. “That relationship affected her. It affected her heath” Filo notices Edoardo furrowed brows and slows down. “It wasn’t just him. It was our parents, moving out, me being a selfish prick who put too much pression on her, and him. I think he was the breaking point” Edoardo wants to ask what exactly happened to her but Filippo’s immersed in his story, so immersed that if Edoardo asked, he wouldn’t even hear him.

“We moved back to Rome, just us. She met her friends and she moved on, recovered. Then almost two years after that she met who, at the time, I thought was a friend. We shared some classes; he was cool, handsome and older. I wasn’t trying to play matchmaker with my sister but they just… hit it off, I guess.” He makes a disgusted face and inhales, as if it were hard for him to continue. “I was still a selfish prick and decided not to get involved. Even when she was an underage and had way less experiences than him. I never got involved, not when they fought, not when he’d ask me where she was all the time. I didn’t do anything. And I know, I know that if I would’ve said something back then, if I would’ve pay attention to the signs, things would’ve developed differently”. Filippo finally looks at Edoardo and it seems like he has aged five years in only a few minutes. “I’m not repeating my mistakes, Edoardo. I’m getting involve now. I don’t know what this thing between the two of you is but I’m not sitting and waiting for you to hurt her”.

The two boys look at each other in completely different silences. The older one is expectant, waiting for the guy in front of him to defend himself, to tell him he’s worthy of his sister. Meanwhile, Edo’s speechless, finding out so many new things about Eleonora, being compared to her exes and the idea of exposing his own past to Filippo, just for him to understand he’s not like those guys, that he’s worthy of his sister.

“First of all,” Edoardo stars talking, avoiding Filo’s eyes. “I am not like that”. He pauses to let to words settle into Filippo’s mind. “I would never, ever, treat anyone like that. Much less Eleonora. I care about her; I really do and I would never hurt her wittingly.” The guy in front of him doesn’t make a sound, moving the spoon inside the mug, listening carefully. “And I’m not trying to make you feel better” he continues, “but I’ve seen selfish. I know selfishness very well, and you’re not that. You were a teenager trying to balance adolescence with being on your own and it’s not easy. I know it isn’t easy. I’ve been in my own, too. I’ve fucked it up, too. But unlike you and Ele… I don’t have a sibling to lean into. From my perspective, you two had made it better than most of us”.

“Thank you” Filippo whispers and if Edoardo didn’t know who he was, he would never picture Filo as the exuberant one, not with the look he’s giving him right now.

“Eleonora and I are just friends and I don’t think that would change anytime soon. But if it does changes someday, you can trust me here: I would never hurt her or disrespect her. I swear on my life.” There’s no point to hide his feelings for Eleonora to Filippo, no after the conversation they just had. He’s going to deal with the consequences later, he decides, but he doesn’t want to give out the half-truth.

“She can be hard sometimes but if you’re persistent. Well, you may have a chance”. Filippo’s normal attitude is back on and Edoardo wants to laugh, loud.

“Do I have your blessing?” he half jokes.

“You’ve had my blessing since I saw you two interact the other day” Filo shrugs and gives Edoardo a knowing look, who feels his cheek heats. “You need to promise you won’t fuck it up, though. She had had enough already. She deserves calmness, no chaos.”

Edoardo nods, convinced that if someday he has a chance with her, he won’t fuck it up.

 Friday 20:55 – April 3, 2020 – You’ve gone quiet

 Edoardo has dialed her number at least ten times since his meeting with Filippo, but still, he can’t make himself press the button. What exactly does he want to tell her? Isn’t it better if he texts her? Or maybe he could go to see her, it isn’t too late for that, isn’t it?

He decides calling is the best option. Maybe they could hang out tomorrow, and he could tell her what is going on in his mind. Yeah, he’s gonna do that.

He presses the button: one tone, two tones, three, four and five. It goes to the voice mail. Filippo told him he would catch a train around 20:00hs, maybe she’s coming back home from the train station. He tries again, but this time it goes directly to the voice mail, as if she purposely hanged up.

A message from Alice pops up on his screen and Edoardo deletes the notification without even reading the message. He shouldn’t have gotten involve with her. It isn’t fair to anyone. It only adds more complications to his already complicated state.

The curly-haired boy throws his phone next to him in the bed and lays down. Frustration, tiredness, hurt. He isn’t sure of what he is feeling right now but he knows it isn’t good. He will wait until tomorrow; he says himself covering his face with both hands. Tomorrow he will try to see her and maybe, just maybe he will have better luck.

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Could you write about Edo losing his shit when he finds out that Ele got hurt during the SA incident

could you write about edoardo playing the intros of different songs and eleonora trying to guess them? 

l really liked your incantava fics, could you write something fluffy of them?

Well, this is going to be very different from how things happened in the OG...(and there are some thoughts after the SA, so beware! 

The fluff only comes at the end? After a lot of angst, sorry??

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Eleonora wasn’t sure what happened, her head was still spinning, pulsating and as she tried to get out of the house as soon as possible she also felt dizzy, it’s Edoardo’s house but for almost a minute she stays still at the sidewalk, not knowing where to go. 

She feels invaded like her body and mind were in two different bodies, she couldn’t recognize her skin and how cold it felt, dirty and used underneath her clothes. 

Her hands are shaking so it’s hard to get her phone in her hands. Only then she realizes the tears coming down her eyes because she can barely see the screen, scrolling until she finds Edoardo’s number, calling him, praying that he’ll pick up. 

It’s hard to explain what’s going on to him because she can’t stop crying and shaking and feeling cold and dizzy and she just wants to leave, but once he gives up trying to understand he just asks her to stay where she is that he’ll be right there. 

When she hangs up she checks the time, it’s almost six in the morning, the streets are empty and it takes less than ten minutes for Edoardo to park his fancy car right in front of her, getting out in a rush and she throws herself in his arms, crying uncontrollably again. 

He sits on the sidewalk with her, waiting for her to calm down so she can explain what’s going on, but he already has a suspicion, but he needs to help her first. She looks like a different person, so fragile Edoardo is afraid to hold her too tight and break her. And she’s just letting him hug her, but she doesn’t correspond. 

Eleonora tells him what she remembers and how she woke up this morning. Edoardo helps her get up and inside his car, saying that he’ll be back in a second. Eleonora asks him to leave, she needs to go home but he’s already getting inside his own house and she doesn’t have the willpower to follow and stop him from doing something stupid. 

The street is silent, nobody is passing by, but after a few minutes, Eleonora recognizes some of the people coming out of Edoardo’s house in a rush. She saw some of them scattered around the house when she was leaving. 

Edoardo is the last one to get out, talking on his phone before he gets back in the car. 

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Fede is coming to my house now.” Edoardo finally drives them away from his place, but he parks the car in a park close to his house only five minutes later. There are only a few people doing their early morning exercises and Eleonora almost starts crying again because she just needs to go home, her safe place, where she can hopefully find her brother. 

Edoardo puts a hand on top of hers and he waits for her to look at their hands and then to his face, trying to understand what he’s doing right now. 

“What do you want to do?”

“What? What do you mean?” 

She’s restless, can’t think straight yet, when she tries to relax, rationalize, her mind goes straight to what she remembers of last night and it drags her to this frantic state again.

“Fede’s mom is a doctor. She told us to go to the hospital where she works.”

“You told-”

“I didn’t tell him anything. I talked to his mom, who is a doctor, that you needed help. But if you feel uncomfortable we can go to your house first...” Edoardo explains slowly, with a low, reassuring voice. 

Eleonora finally understands what’s going on. She wants to go home and never leave again, but she knows that the right thing to do is to go to the hospital, where she can actually get help. 

“I...I wanna go to the hospital.”

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Eleonora slept the whole day after the hospital, Filippo wasn’t home when they got there but she texted him asking him to go home right away. Edoardo went to make them some coffee while Ele took a very long shower. 

It’s not like she was actually feeling weak, but she couldn’t bring her legs to move without shaking or feeling like they would make her fall with each step she took. So Edoardo rushed to help her get to bed, drinking her coffee in a minute and crawling underneath the covers, staying there for the entire day. 

Filo got home nearly twenty minutes later but she was already sleeping, but he went to her bed anyway, hugging her tight and he stayed there with her for as long as she let him. 

Eva was the only one that knew everything that happened. Eleonora called her, crying, on her way to the house after spending a long time at the hospital. But she only came to Eleonora’s place when she woke up at night. After spending hours calming her friend and reassuring her, Eva offered herself to make some food for the four of them. 

Filippo went to take a shower while Eva cooked and for the first time they were alone again, Edoardo was sitting at the armchair and Eleonora was sitting in her bed, looking at him, wanting to know why Fede went to his house when they left, what happened, what Edoardo did inside but she didn’t ask and he didn’t explain, getting up to get a ukulele that he found on one of the shelves, sitting on the edge of the bed, practicing a few chords before he can look up at his girlfriend, smiling a little to her. 

“Let’s play a game where you’ll have to guess the song that I’ll play for you.” Eleonora smiles the tiniest of smiles to him, it reminds him of the smile she gave him the first night she slept at his house after a party where he made her tea. 

She changes her position in bed, getting comfortable as he starts the first song, a really easy one, a song he knows Eleonora likes and she guesses right almost immediately. 

“I’m just making sure that you’re paying attention!”

He plays a few others and most of them she guesses without too much trouble, they’re always looking at each other, trying to make one good memory today. Edoardo plays until Eva comes back to bedroom with food for everyone. Filippo joins them a minute or two later, still not asking questions even though he doesn’t know what happened, but Eleonora will tell him later, now she just needs to eat this food, live this minute among her people, a place where she feels safe and cared for.