#ill flesh it out later

[justcallmesolll]

Silly little Greystar AU i made a while ago but i wish to share it here :33

Yeen rambles #8

ok so grey is friends with fire in this au, Redtail is grey's mentor. Red gets killed, grey is sad, but he moves on. then Lionheart dies and grey is very sad about this, somehow tho, he is able to pick himself up again. THEN HE ACCIDENTALLY KILLS WHITECLAW and he blames himself. he can't possibly recover from this, and hes kinda just there as a depressed blob. fire is sympathetic to his friend, but he reminds grey that this has happened before and he can still do stuff to help the clan out. grey does so reluctantly and then meets Silverstream and that kinda makes him so much happier. he helps out a little more around the clan while also hunting for silver, etc. he becomes much friendlier and sociable. him and fire have their argument, and they fall out and they stop talking for a while. in this period, Silverstream dies and grey is absolutely destroyed. he ignores almost everyone ESPECIALLY fireheart since fire isn't exactly sympathetic towards him since he told Grey it was a bad idea to be seeing silver so greystripe hates him for that. he decides to keep his kits in tc, starting things up with rc. he's particularly nasty to fire for getting away with things that grey would never. he says that bluestar was picking favourites, and actually becomes friends with Longtail. He does the little things, like snitch on fire for meeting with princess, etc. when cloudkit was accepted into the clan, greystripe is fuming. his kits were belittled and everyone resented him for it but cloudkit gets it easyy and everyones ok when fireheart does it?? hes also mad about the fact that fire tells bluestar when his own apprentice was ready to become a warrior.

when the whole thing with tigerclaw being exiled happens, fire is made deputy and grey is beyond pissed. so when cloudtail gets his name and the other apprentices dont, since grey is very close with longtail, he's understandably mad. so HE organises the thing with brightpaw, longtail and swiftpaw. with longs permission ofc, they all go to fight the dogs, but realise that they're severely outnumbered. grey and longtail manage to climb a tree in time but swiftpaw and brightpaw go for the same tree, leaving bright to the dogs. immediately, greystripe and longtail try to help, they all survive, but bright is scarred the same, longtail loses his tail (get it im so funny) swiftpaw has horrible scars on his flank, and is missing some of his ear, and greystripe has scars around his muzzle and a long one on his back. they returned to camp where they were treated in the medicine den. fireheart insists the apps be given warrior names since their injuries were the worse and they were pretty sure they both weren't gonna make it. so bluestar gives bright paw the name lost face and swiftpaw the name stolenpelt. AND after grey and long have healed, she changes their names too. greystripe is now scarredstripe, and longtail is stubtail (we love our ablist qween bluestar!!!!) undertandably, grey and long are super pissed. grey fights fire over this, telling him to knock some sense into bluestar and change their names. fire says he cant do anything but grey doesnt belive him and is super annoyed. scarredstripe and stubtail now, really push for lostface and stolenpelt to become full warriors, not left to rot in the elders den. scarredstripe takes lostface to train with instead of cloudtail, because he resents cloud for being firehearts kin, and being literally the reason they are all horribly scarred.

so bluestar still has that thing going on with rc since grey decided to keep his kits in tc, which are now apps, featherpaw is mentored by fireheart, which grey hates. stormpaw is mentored by whitestorm. (He menored two at a time cuz y not) bluestar is convinced that it was a rc patrol that attacked them, so she planns the ambush on rc instead of wc. fireheart goes and tells them about the ambush, and how he wants peace, etc. but is CAUGHT by scarredstripe fire however, is unaware of this. so scarred goes straight to bluestar and snitches on fireheart. blue is obviously pissed bc she has her whole "everyone is a traitor" thing going on. she says shes still gonna ambush rc at fourtrees, fire doesnt know this tho, he thinks his plan is still working. so when ravenpaw comes to deliver the message, blue says she'll think about it (jk!!!! she's lying!!!!!) she brings a hefty amount of warriors to fourtrees and as soon as she arrives she orders everyone to attack. fireheart is extremely distraught about this and tells bluestar to think about their offer. bluestar snaps at him and says she knows he planned this meeting with rc. everyone is fighting, lostface and stolenpelt included since grey insisted that they could hold themselves in battle. instead the scene that bluestar has in the border skirmish happens now, but its scarredstripe who breaks up misty, stone and bluestar. hes about to fight them off, but fireheart steps in and tells them how bluestar is their mother. IN FRONT OF FUCKING EVERYONE. so anyways now literally all of rc and tc know. the battle was gonna escalate horribly but all of a sudden rc retreats. tc think they have won but NOPE. they retreated bc the dogs came and crashed the party. tc scrambles back to their clan immediately, where fire is demoted as deputy for tellin rc about the ambush and actually making things worse. she says that scarredstripe was right about a lot of things. lostface and stolenpelt can fight as warriors, dogs attacked him and stubtail, not an rc patrol like she thought, (even tho fire already said they were dogs she dont care) and she admits that fireheart did get special treatment, bc she trusted him, but she says that he cant just waltz around doing whatever he wants. SO THEN SHE MAKES SCARREDSTRIPE THE DEPUTY. now that he's deputy, he orders multiple patrols to go out and scan the territory. the scene where fireheart find the prey trail happens, and he goes to tell bluestar about it but scarred is liek "nuh uh gotta tell me buddy" so fire tells him his whole theory about how darkstripe told tigerstar aboout the rc battle and thats when he made the trail. so scarredstripe tells bluestar, but obviously takes all the credit. (absolute goofer) so bluestars like "what r we gonna do then?" and fire pushes himself in and tells her about his plan to lure the dogs off the gorge. so blue is like "ok if ur plan works u can be deputy again." so the same thing happens as it does in the books, fire jumps to save her bc he wants her to survive, (SPOILER ALERT: SHE DOESNT!!!!) so fire carries her body back to camp with misty and stone. since grey is lead now, he firstly exiles darkstripe for all he did yk. he also changes lostface, stolenpelt and stubtail's names to brightheart, swiftclaw, and longleap. silly cant change his name tho since hes literally leader L. he also makes longleap the deputy, god knows he deserves it. so he goes to the moonstone with cinderpelt and gets his silly little lives from bluestar, redtail, lionheart, whiteclaw, oakheart, yellowfang, spottedleaf, brindleface and silverstream so that whole thing happens.

wow that was long. this is literally only part one, and coming from someone who has only read the first arc, ill add more to it but this is the basic premise of it. oh also longleap and scarredstripe r mates bc i said so yea.

[hinamie]

@philosophiums and i have been nursing the beginnings of an atla au so have some preliminary designs while we cook :>

[ohnoitsz1m]

Halflife ponies. Btw.

A warning to any MLP enjoyers: if this ends up on derpibooru or any similar site I'll gnaw you into splinters like a cheap plastic dog toy. I'm on the DNP lists under animatorfun and I'll request a new link for this blog specifically if I havw to. Please stop reuploading my shit 💀

Edit: i forgot to reenable the layer with Gordon's glasses it's so over. I was wondering why she looked weird oughhgggh

Edit2: fixed gordon <3

[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part two

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: implied sexual content

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 2.5k

You weren’t sure what woke you at first but when you opened your eyes, you found the brilliant, early morning light that streamed through a crack in the curtains. Groaning, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, not missing the unmistakable rustling of clothes somewhere at the foot of the bed. 

Peeking over the sheets to the source of the sound, you found Ale working to put her pants back on, her bare back to you. You propped yourself against the headboard as you watched on, biting your lip at how Ale’s tattoos deliciously shifted over her rippling muscles. She picked something up from the floor before she turned towards the bed and you caught sight of the darkening marks on her neck and chest. When she saw you looking at her, she smiled, a little bashful, which you returned in kind.

“What time is it?” You cringed at how you croaked out the words.

“Early. You should go back to sleep.” Ale said, putting her bra on as she kept your gaze.

You hummed. “I could say the same for you.”

Ignoring what she said you sat up on the bed, allowing the sheets to slide down and settle by your waist as you stretched. Ale’s eyes wandered to your chest which, you supposed, bore the same marks you could see on hers, and you relished the attention. Once she found your eyes again, you sent her a knowing smirk before you left the bed, headed to the closet where you grabbed the nearest fresh shirt you had, and tossed it to Ale. 

Without even looking at the shirt, she caught it with ease. You raised your brow, both in question and in wonder. In response, Ale just smiled innocently at you. Ale pulled the shirt over her head, hiding the marks from view, then she moved towards you, her eyes dark and shining with intent.

Your body remembered last night’s endeavours before you did: every nerve in your skin lit up in anticipation for Ale’s touch, a fuse waiting for a spark. She laced an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to her front with a strength that left you breathless, her clothed body firm against your bare flesh. Without your heels she almost towered over you that you had to stand on your toes to wrap your arms around her neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the words she spoke against your temple.

“As much as I’d love to stay, I have to go.”

You sighed, unable to hide your disappointment. But what did you expect? You knew what you were getting into last night–you knew this was meant to only be a one-time thing. Besides, you were never one for relationships anyway; all your dalliances were brief and fleeting, ending before they ever got serious. Still, something about Ale pulled you to her, a force that compelled a desire to get to know her. The logical part of you already accepted the fact that you’d probably never see her again after this, but a small part of you wanted to rebel and resist that fate. 

Unsurprisingly, logic won out.

“I shouldn’t keep you, then,” you whispered against her collarbone. Ale shivered and that made you smile: it’s good to know you weren’t the only one still feeling the effects from the previous night.

“You’re not making this easy,” she whined and you laughed. 

“Alright, alright. I guess it’s time for me to let you go.”

There was a moment of silence but not an uncomfortable one. You looked at her, soaked in how her features caught the morning light, how her fair hazel eyes almost appeared like twin golden suns. You were tempted to kiss her lips then but you settled for a chaste one on her cheek instead. “Keep the shirt, to remember me by and… a thank you for last night. It was wonderful.”

“I had a good time, too,” she hummed, a small smile on her lips. 

You returned her smile, and then you gently pushed her away as you took a step back. “Go, Ale.”

Ale stood there for a moment more, took one last look at you, gave you one last smile and she was out of the bedroom. When you heard the front door shut, you sighed again as something akin to regret settled in your bones. Maybe you should’ve at least asked for her number…

“So… did you have fun?” A deep voice filtered through the speaker before you saw the familiar mop of blonde hair and blue eyes on your screen. You rolled your eyes at his dry tone but you smiled nonetheless.

“Oh hi, Derek, I’m doing fine! Thank you for asking!”

Derek gave you an unimpressed look. “Come on. I need details cause that club was exclusive for a reason. So, did you hook up with someone?”

“Dude, stop! That’s so–” you shook your head, a palm over your face. You swore if he wasn’t family you would’ve… you breathed through your nose. “Thank you for the pass and everything but I’m not obligated to tell you shit.”

“Fine, I see how it is. Just ‘cause I’m not there you’re keeping secrets from me now, huh?” He raised an exaggerated eyebrow. 

“Then maybe you should’ve come here with me,” you retorted with faux annoyance. “What’s the point of you owning a house in Barcelona if you’re not going to use it? It’s literally rotting here! The fact that you haven’t even put any personal things in here is criminal!”

“And let this agency burn down to the ground while both of us are away? Pfft, yeah, right!” Derek scoffed. “You know it’s either you or me who can keep watch around here. Besides, the house can wait and you’re using it now, right? So, a win-win in my book.”

He was right but you weren’t about to tell him that so you opted to change the topic. “How are things on your end anyway?”

“Chaotic, as usual. And it doesn’t help we’re now down two–actually, three including you–of our best in the Spot News department.”

At that, you sat up from the couch, alarm and dread filled your body and you brought the phone closer to you. “Oh my god, did something happen?” 

Derek sighed heavily, his demeanour clouded over as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was Jones and Gilda–they’re stable, don’t worry!–they got caught in a flash flood on the way to the base at their area. Sick with some minor injuries, Jones more so than Gilda, but thankfully they’re both okay.”

At that, you breathed out in relief. You were well acquainted with the dangers that came with your job but you could never get used to how quickly a situation could get from bad to worse. The mere thought was enough to turn your hands cold. 

“When did this happen?”

“Early morning today in our timezone.”

“Oh, fuck. Derek, why didn’t you call me?!”

“Dude, you’re on leave. And it’s not that I didn’t want to let you know, I just wasn’t about to wake you up in the middle of the night to give you this headache. I’m just about done with the paperworks anyway.” A moment silence, then Derek sighed. “You really chose the worst time to go on leave. You know, I had to send Jersey to start covering Spot.”

“Not my fault you authorised it. I was happy to wait another month, remember? Wait, so if Jersey is doing Spot, who’s doing Sports?”

“I know, I know, don’t remind me ‘cause I’m already regretting it. And no one’s doing it. Spot coverage is more important but–”

“–we get a decent sum from Sports, too,” you finished for him. You did some quick estimation in your head: a month or two without Sports could prove costly, too great of a sum to let go. You hummed, rubbing your chin, but it didn’t take you long to realise that you could help out, your mind immediately fleeted to your conversation with Ale and her suggestion.

“I’ll cover it, Derek.”

“No. You’re supposed to be enjoying your leave–”

“Derek.” You fixed a stern gaze at him, the one you knew that he knew meant your mind was made up. Then you proceeded to reassure him that it was fine, and then you told him about your plan. “Alright, then, I’ll leave the press passes to you.”

“I’ll e-mail them to you once I get ‘em, most likely by tonight your time. I–” 

“Derek, you got to see–” Another voice filtered through the speaker while you watched as Derek turned his head to the side and held his hand up to whoever it was before returning his focus back to you.

“Okay, as much as I’d love to keep talking to you, Robert just brought me a huge stack of paper so I’m going to bail.” 

“Alright. Have fun, you. Talk to you later.”

“Ha ha, very funny. But seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. Kiss Mom for me when you see her.”

“I will. Love you, sis.”

“I love you, too.”

After calling Jones and Gilda to ask about their condition and to send them your well wishes, you decided to spend the rest of your day at the nearby square and the beach. A day as good as this wasn’t meant to be wasted by staying inside so you grabbed several rolls of film and your beloved Leica camera before heading out. 

It was already late afternoon when you found yourself trudging along the shoreline of one of Barcelona’s beaches, appreciating the orange-tinged skies and how the gulls called from above. When you looked to the horizon, you found a mother and her little daughter paddle-boarding just a hundred meters from the shore. You could see almost no details in the shadows of their silhouette but the large setting sun framed them in such a way that you felt to take a shot of the moment. So you adjusted your aperture accordingly, pressed the viewfinder against your brow, lined up your shot, and pressed the shutter.

“I thought you looked familiar… And I was right.”

Your thumb froze over the advance lever when you heard someone speak from somewhere behind you. That voice… could it be?

You whipped your head over your shoulder and found none other than Ale standing there. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts, a white opened blouse that put her toned abs and Nike sports bra on display, loose hair slightly damp, with a leash in one hand that lead to a small, fluffy dog. She also had on a pair of black wraparound sunglasses that she moved to the top of her head, revealing her hazel eyes that captivated your gaze immediately.

You could hardly believe your eyes and your luck; you already accepted her fleeting presence in your life but to meet her again in a city as big as Barcelona without any means of contact�� that surely was nothing short of a miracle.

“Ale, hi! I–I never thought I’d see you again,” you said after you finally found your voice but as soon as the words left your mouth, your cheeks warmed. What were you supposed to say to a one night stand in this situation, especially when you clearly wanted it to happen again?

“Me neither. I should thank Nala for dragging me out here.” Ale grinned as she glanced down at her dog by her feet. You crooned as you bent down, then you offered your hand first and only after Nala licked your knuckles did you proceed to pet her.

“Thank you, Nala, for taking your owner for a walk.” At that, a hearty laugh came from Ale which caused Nala, who seemed to be overjoyed by the sound of her owner’s delight, to yip and wag her tail. And just as quickly as she had, she seemed to get bored and began to bound forward, urging Ale to move as well so you stood up, brushed the sand from your palms, and fell in step with her. 

For a moment, the space between you was filled by the sound of the waves, the sound of the shifting sand beneath your feet, and the ever-bustling noise from the city. Then you recalled your conversation with Derek this morning.

“I thought about what you said, about covering women’s football. I’m going to be given a press pass for a match, not sure which one they’ll give me, though. But do you know of any big matches coming up?”

“Really? That’s great! Do you have any particular team in mind or…?”

“Research is still on my to-do list so no, not really. I’m all ears for suggestions, though.”

“I see. Well, there is this match coming up: Real Madrid and Barcelona. Since you don’t know, there’s rivalry between the two teams so any match between them tends to get crowded. You should come watch.” 

“That sounds like a good one. I hope that’s what they’ll get me into. Will you be there?”

“I hope so, too. And yes, I’ll be there.” As she said this, her eyes shone with a glint not dissimilar to what you saw in them the night you met. Her lips tilted to the side, closed but quirked at the corners like she was holding in a laugh. If it weren’t already clear that night, it was now–you were definitely missing something here.

“What?” You asked, confused. What was she not telling you? But at the question, Ale only let out a small giggle, grinning as she did so.

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, shaking her head. You didn’t believe her but you let it slide one more time and the fact that she looked so distracting didn’t help either.

She had her head turned to you, her loose hair framed her face and strands fluttered in the cool, ocean breeze. You had to tilt your head up slightly to meet her eyes and, without any bidding, memories from that night and the morning after filtered through your mind: the way she held you against her, the way you wanted her to stay… maybe you should ask her if she was free tonight.

“–what do you have in mind?”

You blinked. “What?”

Ale threw her head back, letting out another hearty laugh before she looked at you and you saw amusement swimming in her eyes. Then, she continued with a smirk, “you asked if I was free tonight. I said yes. Or… was I not meant to hear that?”

Your ears and cheeks burnt while you internally cursed your slippery tongue.  That was smooth. Real smooth. “Ummm…”

You woke the next morning with a delicious soreness between your thighs, a pleasant reminder of the way Ale ravished you last night. Similar to the first morning after, you heard the rustling of clothes being put on. But before you could fully open your eyes, warmth from Ale’s lips branded the skin on your shoulder. 

“I have to go. See you next time?” Ale murmured softly. You shifted slightly to the side and you saw how the sunlight behind her gilded her hair with an amber halo and made her eyes appear like molten gold. 

Brushing a loose strand behind her ear, you hummed in confirmation and pressed your forehead sleepily against the sharp line of her jaw, closing your eyes as you did so and you whispered, “you know where to find me.”

[ariensart]

DAY THREE: Divine

my interpretation of the fury and the matron

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

a quick half-baked scribble of Coral & her pet lovely daughter

[echosian]

im back(hopefully)

recently graduated and first week after graduating i designed 14 iterators in an hour??? i was holding back

made a whole iterator group and just now realizing i gotta make little pfps of then for artfight

[doomreedweek]

DoomReed Week 2024 Prompts:

Oct 27, Sun: Victor kidnaps Reed *see below! (Alt: Secret hookup)

Oct 28, Mon: 2005-07 F4 movie, scene continuation *any scene - see below (Alt: "You're mine.")

Oct 29, Tues: Master! Victor & Slave! Reed (Alt: Enemies to Lovers)

Oct 30, Wed: "Strip. You heard me. I don't like repeating myself." (Alt: Hypothermia trope (see below))

Oct 31, Thur: Victor forcing Reed to kneel (Alt: A demonic entity wants Reed's soul, Victor has to save him.)

Nov 1, Fri: Love confession during a fight/battle (Alt: Choking)

Nov 2, Sat: Freeform!

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We got some very detailed prompts this year, and I try to keep things broad for maximum utility, but don't want to leave these on the cutting room floor, so here's the expanded versions:

For Oct 27: "2005-07 Movieverse continuation where Victor comes back and kidnaps Reed (for revenge, etc), what happens when they're alone together is up to the author"

For Oct 28: "That famous scene from the 2005 movie where Victor froze Reed, but what if Sue never showed up and Victor got to do whatever he wanted to Reed? Can either be angsty or kinky."

For Oct 30: "Hypothermia trope -- if Reed is hypothermic then Victor has to keep him warm (skin against skin method), or if Victor is hypothermic then Reed has to keep him warm"

Also new this year: a lot of nsfw prompts. I've tried to keep things balanced, and of course any "nsfw" prompt can be applied numorously instead, one of them losing a bet or the dialogue happens in a different setting than the reader might expect.

To participate:

Just follow the prompt to create a fan work of some kind (art, fic, drabble, video, themed playlist, anything featuring this ship and that prompt, or whatever prompt you like for the Freeform day) - and post here, on Twitter, or on Instagram with the tag #DoomReedWeek2024

We also have a collection for this year's set up on ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/doomreedweek2024/profile

This is year #5 and I'm really hyped about it 🤭 see everybody in October!

[prince-less]

Some dnd au concepting + misc doodles <3

[escelia]

I read I fic the other day where Bruce was there for Danny's accident and pulls him from the portal, gaining meta powers. But because I'm obsessed with the Demon Twin AU, I raise you this:

It was Damian's 14th birthday and he was feeling very melancholic. Bruce noticed and asked what was wrong. Damian shamefully admitted that he has a twin brother he never told Bruce about, but he just learned that he's alive in a small town in Illinois. He wished they could be together on their birthday as he blew out his candles.

Of course, Bruce reached out and found the Fentons, the family that took Danny in. With Danny's permission, Jack and Maddie were more than happy to help him connect with his birth family, and as a side mission, they invited the Wayne's to see their newly completed portal. So, the bats all got to witness the spectacular failure of the Fenton Portal, thankful that these well meaning, but terrifying mad scientists didn't punch a hole in reality. They have dinner reservations for afterward, though (they were so sure it would work!), and it would be a shame to let me go to waste. Cue Danny, Sam, and Tucker staying behind for a photo.

Bruce promised to catch up with the kids in tow. Damian wanted some alone time with his brother, and Bruce had the sneaking suspicion that Danny and his friends were about to do something stupid.

Damian and Bruce walked into the lab to see Danny in a chemical hazmat suit stepping into the portal. They both called out to stop him when he startled and tripped, and suddenly everything was bright green and loud.

OR: Bruce and Damian get a slash zone seat to Danny's accident and they're all traumatized by it.

[piggiebonez]

these two dont really have anything in common but i still think them hanging out is kinda funny

z*adrs dni. skeleton RIGHT BEHIND YOU

[strangecowplant]

i made some of my friends (@raredrop) console gijinka ocs to playtest my game with the other day, say hello to my favourite himbo: xbox series x

[owomon]

[krotchyklok]

Freak

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

AFTERMARE WEEK: day 3- light and heavy

a wedding ring; usually made of gold, platinum, or silver. it's given by one partner to the other as a symbol of commitment

such a small and deceptively light object should not be very heavy, but that does not prevent it from holding the crushing weight it's promise implies.

aftermare week is hosted by @bluepallilworld

[glitteronadumpsterfire]

44 mickvince something mafia related plbs ill love you forever sorry for being so demanding 🥺

[not sure if this is what you intended but here you go]

---Two weeks before the wedding---

While the whole city of Naples was asleep, Michele was sitting at the pier under the crescent moon and cloudless sky. The night was unusually quiet, and all that could be heard was the sound of the waves lazily going back and forth against the shore.

“How does it feel, Vincé?” Asked Michele in monotone, after Vincenzo sat down next to him.

“What do you mean?”

“Your wedding with Arianna. Have you already forgotten?”

“No, I haven't.” Vincenzo looked up to the sky, spotting a few stars. “But I'm not really enthusiastic about it, you know? I barely know her.” He added, shrugging, turning towards Michele, staring at his icy blues.

The other man turned around and sighed.

“I think she feels the same, too.” Continued Vincenzo, gazing at the sea. “We're getting married just to please our parents, after all.”

Michele stayed in silence.

“What's wrong, Miché?”

“Nothing, it's just...” Michele exhaled. “I don't know what I'm going to do after you get married and move there. Maybe I should just... Get it over with already.” He suddenly got up, but Vincenzo stopped him, seizing his arm.

“Don't even try to think about it!” The blond raised his voice.

Michele stared at him, saying nothing, the corners of his eyes filling with tears.

Vincenzo moved his hand to Michele's. “Ti amo, Miché. I always will.”

The raven-haired man brought his fingers to Vincenzo's cheek, before the blond got closer and pressed his lips against Michele's.

---One week before the wedding---

“Ciao.” Said a boyish familiar voice.

“Ciao...” Michele sighed, without diverting his gaze from the sea. “How's the nose, Vincé?”

“Not as bad as the other day, I think it's healing.” Informed Vincenzo, sitting down next to Michele.

“It's all my fault.” Murmured Michele. “I'm sorry.” He turned towards the blond, whose hazel eyes were glistening under the moonlight.

Vincenzo frowned. “No way! Why would this be your fault?”

“You got beaten up by your father because he saw you hanging out with me! The real question is, how is this not my fault?” Michele's blue eyes began to become watery. “I should just... We should just stop seeing each other, before one of us ends up dead!”

Vincenzo exhaled. “Miché, don't say that...” He rested his hand on Michele's shoulder. Michele took Vincenzo's hand on his and squeezed it.

A gunshot was heard in the distance.

“We should go home. Now.” The dark haired man said, looking at the blond boy in the eyes.

---Two nights before the wedding---

Michele was feeling restless: it was three in the morning and Vincenzo still had to show up. He was shivering, despite it being a summer's night in Naples. He felt like something bad had happened to his lover.

He shot a glance back at the coast: he never felt so happy to be proven wrong, as he realized that Vincenzo was running towards him.

Michele got up and pulled the blond boy in his arms, hugging him and kissing his face all over. Vincenzo squeezed him just as tight. “Sorry for being late. I was worried someone was following me and I took the longer way.”

“Grazie a Dio you're here, Vincé.” The other whispered.

“Listen,” Vincenzo detached himself from Michele, “I am so tired of living like this.”

Michele blinked, a worried expression painted on his face.

“I don't want to get married to Arianna, I can't take being a criminal anymore...” Continued the blond, “and more importantly, I can't stand being away from you for just one more minute.”

“Vincé, where are you going with this?”

“I want to run away with you, Miché!” Vince took Michele's hands in his.

“But where?! You know they're gonna find us no matter where we go!”

“Not if we take the cargo ship to America.”

Michele widened his eyes.

Vincenzo grinned.

“You're crazy, you hear me?” Michele threw his arms up in the air. “Pazzo!”

“So, are you in?”

Michele hesitated. “If I had to choose between staying here without you and the possibility of dying at sea with you…” He said in the end, smiling. “I still would choose you.”

---One night before the wedding---

The first sun rays of the morning had still to come out as Vincenzo and Michele embarked on the first cargo ship to the United States of the day, hoping for a new chance at life.

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