#This fic is fuelled by summer vibes and summer vibes only

[a-fiery-fox]

hi pretty<3 can I pretty please have number 3. Academic rivals to lovers and number 5. Beachtown AU? only if you want to, thank u xx

LOOPSIE my favorite squinty kitty cat! Your wish is my command!

I’ve answered nr. 3 here and here!!! Lemme tell you about Beachtown!AU <3

Alright so this one is probably 5% plot and 95% vibes. Remus works at the Evans’ ice cream shop over the summer, both to spend more time with his best friend and to get some extra money in. I’m thinking a sleepy beach town in Cornwall… mean seagulls… eccentric yet lovable locals… unpredictable weather…. Ya get the vibe. And Sirius is the reckless surfer boy that suddenly starts to frequent said ice cream shop A WHOLE LOT. It’s because he has a newly discovered sweet tooth, of course… No other reason🤭 Featuring bonfires, stargazing, and Remus in a silly ice cream parlor uniform (imagine what Steve and Robin wore in Stranger Things… hat and all). Hope u get the vibe!!!

[thecouchsofa]

A shortlist of some of my favourite fics from Wireless Fest 2024, while they're still anonymous. Go read these (and the rest) here!

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💿How to Begin – Anonymous (8k, E) 💿

Harry is completely, pathetically besotted with his flatmate, Draco. Fuelled by liquid courage, he finally makes his move when he's absolutely sozzled. What could possibly go wrong?

Read for: Flatmates, Friends with Benefits, Mutual Pining

🎵Seasons – Anonymous (9k, E) 🎵 Seconds pass, and it’s like he can see Draco worrying the sliver of glass in his heart, looking for a way to press it out, to expose the wound to the sun. It’s life; Harry can be patient.

Read for: Snapshots over time, Older Drarry, Slice of Life

🎷The most he’s ever said – Anonymous (16k, E) 🎷 It takes them twenty years.

Read for: Down and Out to Redeemed and Competent Draco, Draco-centric, the Situationship of a Lifetime

Warning: Infidelity, but not between Drarry

🎧Closing Time – Anonymous (18k, E) 🎧 Draco’s been invited to Neville’s stag party in Bristol, and he's confident he knows what to expect. There’ll be too many Gryffindors, for starters, plus a few humiliating team-building activities, some dodgy clubs, and a truly preposterous level of alcohol consumption. But… a drunken Harry Potter climbing into Draco's bed when he’s having a wank? No, he definitely didn't see that coming…

Read for: Bristol, Stag Do, Draco & Neville Friendship

📻Heartbeat – Anonymous (22k, E) 📻 Harry hates Draco. Draco hates Harry. Only it's not hate, not even a little bit. Featuring: a cooperative independent study, golden hour on wrecked sheets, strawberries in the summer at Grimmauld Place, water from fountains of dubious origin, purple Mardi Gras beads, and a bird with silly legs. Also featuring: heated arguments, infidelity, unquenchable desire, and heartbreak. Over and over again.

Read for: Angst, Toxic Relationship, ‘Nobody else compares’ vibe

Warning: Massive amounts of infidelity, but mostly not between Drarry. There’s a scene that I interpreted as Harry emotionally cheating on Draco, although their relationship hadn’t been defined as exclusive.

🎼Antelucan Ruins – Anonymous (29k, E) 🎼 From the bloody Prophet, Draco discovers Harry Potter’s death splashed in grey ink printed on the front page. Potter is dead before Draco gets to see him again to fulfil a half-spoken promise. And yet, these days Draco has the power to bend the world to his heart’s desires, and that includes fucking Harry Potter even after he personally saw Potter’s pale, lifeless body lying in a coffin before it got buried under the soil. — "Do you realise that you're just as pathetic and insane? You're so hung up on the idea of me that you'd fuck a ghost, Malfoy. You risked your life for it." Draco puts an arm around Potter's body, "Whoever says I am sane? Certainly not me. It's calculated risk with more success rate than failure. And you are dead, Potter. You refuse to move on to the next realm because you crave for my cock."

Read for: BAMF Draco, Ghost Harry, a surprisingly hopeful tone considering one of them is fully dead

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Disclaimer: I have not read two of the longer fics, so they will not appear here

[be-my-ally]

hi! hello! welcome!!!

I'm currently fuelling my elvis obsession by reading and writing copious amounts of fics, so uh, if you're looking for elvis smut you've come to the right place?

Basically everything I write, and a lot of what I talk about, is 18+ though so please bear that in mind + minors please do not interact!

my requests are currently paused and my masterlist with warnings + summaries can be found under the keep reading line below along with a little list of my WIPs.

Masterlist

Big Bunny (4.5 parts)

summary: playboy bunny x 1974+ elvis. Smut, angst, lots of fun in the sky.

warnings: 18+, sex (oral - p+v receiving, p in v), teeny bit of daddy kink, elvis watching reader + another bunny kiss, panic attack, video watching and making. mentions of drug usage, and Elvis' health. 1973/4-1977, bondage.

Suspicious Minds (currently 3 parts)

summary: reader x 1970 elvis & an alternative take with reader x 1961/2 elvis. What would be Elvis' reaction to you confronting him about his penchant for having multiple girls on the go/feeling the need to kiss everyone with a pulse.

warnings: 18+, oral, sex (p in v), possessive!elvis, perhaps an element of dubcon - inspired by *that* comment by priscilla, arguing as foreplay, pregnancy + mentions of infertility. 

Do You Mind? (currently 3 parts)

summary: Reader x Elvis meet cute early-mid 60s (exact year tbd); Reader is having a terrible time at a party, but so is Elvis and the night vastly improves for both of them when Reader stumbles into the room Elvis has hidden himself away in.

warnings: none, fluffy!

Empty Promises (currently 3 parts)

summary: reader x 1963(ish)-5 elvis. The beginning stages of a relationship, dating Elvis + then what can only be described as pure smut as you attempt to seduce him into taking your virginity/as he attempts to 'train you up' + 'teach ya how to take a man'.

warnings: 18+, daddy kink, spanking, thigh riding, fingering (v receiving), oral (p + v receiving), masturbation, phone sex, innocence kink/lots of discussions of virginity.

One Shots

"...Elvis has left for Graceland." reader x 1974 elvis, smut in a jumpsuit.

Wet Bikini reader x 70s elvis, fun in the pool!

The Divorce Decision reader x 70s elvis, angst with a happy ending.

The Seatbelt Sign Is On reader x 75-7 elvis, bondage - big bunny vignette.

Requests

Attention needed reader purposefully makes elvis jealous.

Let Yourself Go reader x bde, reader doesn't believe girls can orgasm - e sets out to prove you wrong.

Treat me nice a 2 for 1 of giving 1957-9 elvis, and 1971-3 elvis a blowjob.

I wouldn’t tell you no lie innocent reader's first time seeing a man, and what a man 1968-71 elvis is.

Prompt Fills

Do it again. Please. reader x 1967 elvis, on honeymoon - pure smut.

Caught in a Trap the suspicious minds alternative take (Also linked there).

Paradise: Old Army Uniform Style reader x 1964-6 elvis, who in the midst of the press surrounding his body while filming PHS tries on his old army uniform.

His Harley Girl reader x 1974 elvis, sex on a motorcycle - elvis takes reader for a ride.

Sobering Up reader x 1972/3 elvis, post-girl’s night out.

Splashing Around oc x 1957 elvis, kinda first date vibes, having fun in the summer heat in the Graceland pool.

Splashing Around (chapter 2) oc x 1957 elvis, more first date vibes - she *gets to dry his hair*

Before the Draft Notice oc x 1957 elvis, there's dealign with elvis' emotions, kissing, and a minor little fight.

Snowballs and Kisses (same universe as splashing around!) CHRISTMAS!

A Tour of The Penthouse reader x 1973 elvis, vegas one-night stand (at the moment).

Vegas Calling reader x 1975 elvis, established relationship - long distance phone call.

All Revved Up oc x 1970 elvis, established relationship, elvis is buying a new car and Laura thinks he looks good doing it.

Throw Me oc x 1974 elvis, somewhat established relationship; Olivia's been invited to Graceland for the week and Elvis takes the opportunity to teach her some moves.

Autumn Leaves Falling Down it's autumn 1972, and Elvis' girl on the side, Laura (from All Revved Up), who is no longer the girl on the side -- has come to stay at Graceland. There's the Memphian, an attempt at a trip to the morgue, and Elvis in a sweater - oh, and smut.

I Feel The Earth Move for the prompt ‘something weather related’ - elvis and reader are out for a drive in a storm & are forced to seek shelter in reader’s childhood home - sweet, fluffy smut ensues.

WIPs (in no particular order)

it’s vegas baby

I wouldn't tell you no lie #2

[monzamash]

10. What colors are each other your fics?  14. Assign each of your fics a season 15. What was your favorite fic to write and is it different from your actual favorite fic? 

🧡 love all the questions and look forward to your answers!

thank you mar x i didn't realise how in-depth these questions are so i'm going to answer yours and @tlhd7 because i'm so time poor and i wanna write tonight eee! thanks to everyone who sent me a message x

~ what was your fave fic to write and is it different from your actual fave fic? ~ the best man was my favourite fic to write but say yes to life is my favourite fic overall, i think. it's the one i go back to read the most and it's just cute af.

~ what colors are each of your fics? (only picked a few lol) ~ blue-green the best man (dr) - i felt incredibly zen when i wrote this story and now reading it back i love how well it flows through the scenes, like the ocean lol

dark blue there when you call (dr) - i remember imagining a dimly lit room where the only light sources were the city lights sparkling outside her windows and the blue light from her phone. all the moodiness and tenderness cloaked in darkness. lost in japan (ln) - similar vibes; rainy nights, steamy showers, whispering sweet nothings under sheets. late night phone calls are my jam.

blue-violet unless you like that (dr) - it's a little more lighthearted than the dark blue fics, definitely has an edge of humour but is equally as sultry as the others.

red ruin the friendship (cl) - fwb makes me go a little feral so this story was just fuelled by passion and straight up deviancy. and ferrari red for our ferrari boy, right? one of my kind (dr) - it's got that red light fever feeling, debauchery galore and semi public sex so it's kinda the epitome of the colour red. steeeamy.

yellow say yes to life (dr) - a fluffy story full of happiness and sickly sweetness. not in the mood (cs) - i get a sunny disposition feeling when i re-read it back so yellow feels fitting. it's also set at the beach and soft carlos is light and gorgeous and sunshine. down under (dr) - this doesnt exactly give me yellow vibes but it's probably the most humorous fics, oozing with innuendo and bants so it's light-hearted and fun.

pink strawberries and cream (dr) - this one makes me blush so pink it is.

orange itch (cl) - it's somewhere between yellow and red because it's naaughty and steamy but also is a ridiculous concept and has some funny moments. red desert (dr) - all of the rural australian references obviously makes me think of the colour orange and i did try to encapsulate the feeling of having sun-kissed skin and watching the little grains of dirt washing down the drain once the sun sets in all it's orange and pink glory.

~ assign each of your fics a season ~ summer say yes to life (dr), not in the mood (cs), strawberries and cream (dr), red desert (dr), drive me crazy (pg), when we first met (cl)

autumn ruin the friendship (cl), there when you call (dr), down under (dr), one of my kind (dr)

winter lost in japan (ln), what could've been series (ln)

spring unless you like it (dr), the best man (dr), lights up (dr), itch (cl)

[geeeooorrrge]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Characters: Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, Pierre Gasly, Alexander Albon, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel Additional Tags: Organized Crime, Alternate Universe - Criminals, not your ordinary crime au, cyberpunk vibes, Escape, Angst with a Happy Ending

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hi everyone, am reposting this because i had itchy fingers and decided to write a vvv short followup to this fic below the cut ↓ if you guys do get to it i hope you’ll like it! askbox is always open :) ♥

Leonardo pulled him into the apartment by the hand and let the door shut behind him. One of his arms curled tightly around Elio’s waist, holding him close as the fingers of his other hand danced gently over Elio’s face. 

He looked so stunning, and Elio missed him so much, and his heart was bursting with so much joy that he didn’t know what to do with it, so much joy that Elio finally started to cry. 

Leonardo chuckled as Elio’s hand traced his brow in return, his own tears spilling down his cheeks. His skin was so soft under Elio’s touch. His laugh was so gentle. More tears rolled over his cheekbones even as Elio swept them away.

“I love you,” Elio said.

Leonardo was smiling again as he cupped the side of Elio’s neck, his dimples showing. “Still?” he asked.

“Always,” Elio whispered.

Leonardo leaned closer, slowly, until his lips were pressed on Elio’s and gently working on them as Elio desperately grasped the back of his t-shirt. He smelled – he smelled different, but at the same time so familiar, he smelled like trains and cooking grease and dish detergent and the summer, and kissing him felt like coming home after a year stranded in the wilderness.

“I love you more,” he breathed, and God. Elio missed his voice so much. “I’ve thought about you every day. Every single day. I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Me, neither,” Elio pulled away to press his forehead against Leonardo’s. “Max, I – Leo. I love you so much. I’ve missed you so much. It hurts. It hurts so much.”

“Shhh, okay,” Leonardo whispered. “I’m here. We’re here now. We have us. Okay? We’ll always have us.”

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Elio sobbed. “And it was the worst thing. It was the worst.”

“I know. I lived through that, too. I know everything.”

“I love you.”

Leonardo’s laugh was softer this time, more tender. “Already?” he asked. “You’ve only just met me.”

Elio couldn’t help but laugh then, the feeling so thick in his chest, so intimate, as if Leonardo was squeezing his heart with his own two hands. “Thank you for keeping me.”

“Charl – Elio. I was never free without you. I know I got away, but...without you, it meant nothing. I never felt free because you were never by my side.”

Elio pulled away for good, holding Leonardo by the shoulders. His eyes were shimmering with tears, shimmering blue in the dim lighting like two aquamarine crystals, and the sight of it just made Elio shiver with all the love he failed to contain.

“We’ll be together now?” he asked in a whisper. “We’ll be free together.”

Leonardo nodded. “It was always meant to be like this. It was always meant to be me and you. Only me and you. We’re meant to be together.”

Elio remembered – he remembered saying that, and the fact that Leonardo remembered it – 

Elio kissed him again, this time fuelled by a sudden hunger. He pressed his body up against Leonardo, smiling when he felt Leonardo’s hands wander south. 

They were a bundle of half-undone clothes and intertwined limbs by the time they got into the bedroom. The sheets murmured softly in protest under Elio as he was flung down on them, and suddenly they were all wet lips and starving hands, the friction of their bodies so familiar and so welcoming. 

Leonardo’s grasp was still soft, his wandering palms still gentle, as if it was their first time all over again, but the way he knew each part of Elio's body, the way his lips and his tongue moved, it was like they'd already known each other for years. His golden hair felt rougher under Elio's fingers than it looked. The kisses he planted on Elio’s neck, on his face, on his abdomen – they made Elio crave for more, they made him move his body in ways he’d forgotten how to move, just to get more of them. The way he gasped as they rocked against each other made Elio do the same, suddenly so breathless as he looked directly into those blue eyes that he loved more than anything. And the sounds he made, every little grunt, every murmur – all of it felt like coming home, all of it felt like the familiar sounds of home.

Elio sunk into the pillow as Leonardo collapsed on him, breathing loudly into Leonardo’s neck. He sucked on Leonardo’s earlobe as he shuddered, then planted even more wet kisses along Elio’s jaw. 

“I love you,” Leonardo whispered. “Elio. My love.”

“I love you, too.” Elio kissed him on his sweaty forehead. “So much. More than you’ll know.”

They lay across from each other, smiling softly. Elio just. He just wanted to live in that moment forever, he wanted to live in the cool lighting of the room, the warmth of the rosy curtains, the dim illumination from the streetlights below, and the softness of the eyes looking over lovingly at him. In the gentle grasp of his Leonardo. He wanted to live in it forever.

“Tell me how you’ve been.” Elio kept his voice as soft as possible, afraid to burst their bubble.

“I lived in a few places. I – back home...back in the US,” Leonardo quickly corrected himself. “I had to move around in a few cities before I managed to get enough money to come to Europe. I got here in February. I lived in Spain for a bit, in Madrid, then in Paris for a month. Places where it's easy to be invisible. I’ve only been in Rome a couple of months.”

His voice was like the most soothing music. Elio wished he would never stop talking. 

“Do you still…”

“Steal things?” There was a wry smile on Leonardo’s face. “No. I’ve been working. Just...little things. In a bookstore, or at restaurants or bars. Just enough to get by.”

“It must’ve been lonely,” Elio whispered. He remembered Leonardo telling him that he had no skills besides stealing, and to deal with that alone, to roam the world alone while dealing with what he could or couldn’t be… “It must’ve been horrible.”

Leonardo’s smile faltered a little, like even the memory of the feeling was enough to break his heart. 

“I thought about you every day,” he said again, softly. “And looked at that Polaroid of you. It got me by.”

His hair was smooth but sweaty when Elio ran his fingers through it, and he keened into Elio’s grasp. “That’s what got me by, too,” Elio said. “I just...I kept wondering if you were alive.”

“I am alive. I’m right here.”

“I just –” Elio tried his hardest not to start crying again. “When you left, it was...it seemed like it was for forever. I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”

“Because I knew that if I made you think I’d come back to look for you, and I didn’t, or I couldn’t, then it would kill you. I couldn’t do that to you. I had to make you think it was forever. But I always knew that I would. Some way or another, I’d always go back for you.”

“I waited so long. I know you told me not to, but I waited and I waited, and I worried about you so much, and I thought you would never...never come back for me again.”

"I would. I promised you, remember? I promised you I would take you."

Elio smiled. "And I promised I would let you."

“Were you ever angry? That I left?”

Elio shook his head. “I know it was something you had to do. I could’ve helped you. You know that. I know that. We could’ve easily helped you. We had connections. But...but it was what you wanted. And I just...I didn't know what was coming, but I figured I would just wait.”

“I knew I had to give you time.” Leonardo’s voice was but a whisper. “For everything. I didn’t want to...I didn’t want it to be wrong timing again. I knew if it was, then it would absolutely shatter me. If you didn’t come, and you couldn’t tell me. It would break me into pieces. It would break the both of us.”

“It was enough time.” Elio traced Leonardo’s hairline with his index finger. “Just enough time.”

“One year? Yeah?” The smile returned to Leonardo’s face, just like how automatic it seemed whenever he met Elio’s gaze. 

“It was the worst year of my life. And I’ve...I’ve been through some shit before this. Nothing tops it.”

“Is everything...everything’s alright back there? When you left?”

Elio remembered thinking about how he’d wanted to tell Leonardo everything.

But now that he was here, now that he’d seen Leonardo again, he realised – that was all just his old life.

His old, abandoned life.

Elio was free now.

Elio and Leonardo were free now. Free from all their past mistakes. From...what Leonardo had done.

They were free from Rosehurst. Free from everything and everyone they used to know.

As much as it hurt, Elio knew that it was something they’d chosen to do. Something they had to live with from now.

They had to be Leonardo and Elio, not Max and Charles. 

“You don’t want to tell me?” Leonardo asked when Elio didn’t answer for a while.

“I don’t think I should.”

Leonardo smiled like he understood. His fingers were gentle again on Elio’s cheeks. “Okay. We won't talk about it ever again.”

“Maybe just one little thing.”

“Yeah?”

"We can't go back," Elio said, hoping Leonardo would get the point. “We can never go back. But I fixed everything. Just before I received your postcard. I fixed everything, and Dan and Lando have a family now, and your uncle will be just fine with them, and I made sure everything was good before I came here.”

Leonardo’s smile, though it faltered at the start, grew bigger and prouder. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Elio moved closer and pressed his lips on Leonardo's nose. "I'm so – I'm so, so happy."

Leonardo's eyes fluttered shut. "Elio," he whispered. "Thank you. Thank you for...for dropping everything and running. I know your life was – you had everything. And you left it all to come here. I want this, but…it was hard, feeling like if I reached out to you, it meant you had to drop everything else. And I was scared that you’d changed your mind, that you wouldn’t want me anymore. So the fact that you want it too, I...it just means so much to me."

“You’re the only thing I want from that life.”

The room was almost completely silent as they lay there, breathing softly. Leonardo looked so...peaceful when he closed his eyes. Elio had never noticed. Their lives used to be so chaotic.

“I like your new name.” Leonardo’s eyes were earnest this time when they opened again.

Elio smiled. “I like yours, too.”

“You’re my sun,” Leonardo whispered.

“And you are my brave, invincible lion.”

Leonardo gazed after him as he got up and wandered the room. He said he lived alone, so Elio went outside and looked around; the apartment was not much bigger than the one Leonardo had back at Rosehurst, but there was a bigger kitchen this time, and it looked used, as if Leonardo was cooking for himself. The bathroom was small, but enough for Elio to clean himself up and wash his face of the fatigue that came with flying eleven hours. There were some clothes hanging over a chair in the living room, and they smelled just like Leonardo, so Elio couldn't resist putting them on, smiling as he basked in the scent.

It was windy out on the balcony when Elio stepped on it. The bench had a few grey cushions on it, so Elio sat down with a sigh, his body twisted to look at the street that had been pictured on the postcard.

Leonardo stepped out a while later, fully clothed again, his footsteps hesitant against the tile of the balcony. He sat down next to Elio and wrapped his arms around Elio’s waist, his chin tucked into Elio’s shoulder to nuzzle Elio’s cheek until he turned around to kiss him. 

And part of Elio had been so scared, he had been so terrified that he would land in Rome and Leonardo would be a completely different person, but now. Now he was here, and nothing had changed. Nothing. Leonardo hadn't changed one bit. He was still fun-loving, and caring, and gentle, and he still loved Elio the way Elio loved him. 

And it was everything that Elio would ever ask for. Everything he ever needed.

"You are the love of my life," he whispered. He felt the small movement of Leonardo's cheek against his as he smiled. "I've never found a love like this. And I won't try to."

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

They sat there for a while, letting the breeze card through their hair. The door shutters rattled under the wind, and the little potted plant in the corner of the balcony whispered little secrets to them. The street below was eerily quiet, and it seemed to call out to them. 

"What do you usually do in the night?" he asked Leonardo. "Sleep?"

"I work the dinner shift at a restaurant sometimes and the closing shift at a bar other nights," Leonardo mumbled into Elio's ear. "I sleep during the day. At night...I go out. I don't do anything. I just walk the streets and think about you. Night time is – it’s my time with you. It’s our time."

Elio wished he could be like that one day. Working. Leading a normal life. He wished he could learn to be like Leonardo. Elio had always fended for himself, since he’d lost his parents, but – this time, he wanted it to be legitimate.

But that was why he was here – to learn from Leonardo. To learn with him. For as long as he would have him.

"It's a good thing you weren't out tonight then, isn't it?"

Leonardo chuckled. "Would you have waited? If I hadn't been home."

"I've waited twelve whole months. I would wait a lifetime." 

The clock on the front dresser read four am when Elio glanced back at it. Leonardo caught him doing so, and kissed him on the cheek. 

"What do you want to do now?" Elio asked. 

"Hmm." Leonardo pressed his lips on Elio's ear this time. "Let's go for a walk."

"Leo. Is it...is it going to be different between us now that we don't do...the things we used to do?"

“No. Never. We’ll find other things to do,” Leonardo said softly. “It doesn't matter what we do. I know the night will always be magical if I spend it with you.”

Elio was still tired from the long journey he’d made over here, and he was already sore from the way Leonardo had so mercilessly pounded him into the bed, but there was nothing more he wanted to do than to walk down the empty streets of Rome with Leonardo. Nothing. Not even sleep.

So they hit the streets again, hand in hand, strolling down Via Principe Amedeo. Rome was different in the night to Rosehurst; it was even quieter and even darker, and the buildings were gentler and friendlier. Elio got to see the restaurant Leonardo worked at in the daytime, its old wooden door displaying the ‘closed’ sign in the window. They crossed empty junction after empty junction. Occasionally, a car passed them, its tyres rumbling against the asphalt. The cobblestones jabbed against Elio’s tired feet as Leonardo pulled him along, just like old times, his laughter littering the otherwise boring air. 

And even though more than a year’s worth of nights had passed for Elio without him, that laughter was still young and free, and it still felt like home, and it still made Elio smile, and it still made him fall in love all over again.

Leonardo had been right – it was magical.

And once again, in the night, they were reborn; they were free, forever, as Leonardo and Elio.