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the-resurrection-3d · 1 year

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new opening... tw: off-the-page self-harm

(The first time Luca sees Alberto again after finding him in the locker room, Alberto has come in right after the bell ring for math class, so all Luca can do is watch him bounce the leg he’d cut up yesterday, wondering if it hurts.

Feeling tight in his throat when he remembers that’s the whole point.)

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(The first time Luca sees Nick again, Nick is yanking him into an empty classroom and checking the door for stragglers.

“I’m gonna be late for study hall,” Luca says, the force of Nick’s pull nearly tripping him over his own feet.

“Don’t care. You got Zelinkski, right? He won’t notice.” He closes the door, before leaning back against it with a heavy sigh.

“So,” Nick says. “I’m sure you know what this is about.”

Luca nods.

Nick crosses his arms, leaning his head back to check the door’s small window. “Have you talked to Alberto today? Or at all?”

“I-I texted him last night, but he didn’t answer. And he came in late to math and then bolted right after, so I couldn’t—” Luca looks down at his shoes. “I don’t think he wants to talk to me.”

Nick rubs his eyes with the pads of his thumb and forefinger. An exasperated sigh. “’Course.” Nick crosses his arms again, sighs again, says, “He fucking begs me last night to let him talk to you first, and then he doesn’t. I hate when he does shit like this.”

Luca’s bag is digging into his shoulder, so he sets it down, sitting down on the edge of a desk. “W-what did you want to talk to me about?”

Nick runs a hand through his hair. “As you might have noticed,” he says. “I was pretty fucking—no, I was beyond angry, really, with you yesterday. But,” another hand through his hair, a ruffling, a smoothing. “I wanted to say that I’ve calmed down, and that I want to explain myself to you a little better, so that you get where I’m coming from.”

“O-okay.”

Nick looks up at the ceiling. “So, the reason we do it that way is — I know I told you yesterday it was to prevent Alberto from cutting too deeply, but the other reason is because, when you take something really chaotic like this, all this bullshit that Alberto is feeling and you contain it, you know, you give it this —essentially like a script, it… it takes all that bullshit and gives it somewhere to go that’s safe, that’s rote, that’s understandable and familiar.” He jabs his thumb behind him. “We went home and did pretty much the same aftercare routine that we always do.”

“I just…” Luca digs his thumb into the side of his finger, pressing until the nail bites a little red curve into his skin. “I just don’t know how he does that.”

“Oh, we know.” Nick laughs. “Believe me, we could see it all over your face. Why do you think he didn’t wanna tell you?”

“Did he tell you, when you guys started going out?”

“No, but when you live together, it’s kinda hard to keep it a secret.”

They live together?

“—The point is,” Nick says, “I wanted to explain all of this to you so you’d know where I’m coming from, and so if you want to leave, you can give me some warning because it’s going to be a fucking nightmare for me.”

“I…” Luca is still staring at his shoes, still pushing his thumbnail into his skin, wishing they’d found an empty classroom with tissues to tear. “I thought about it, but I don’t want to hurt Alberto like that.”

“It’s not about hurting him; it’s about whether or not you can handle it. I can handle it because I’m insane, but most people aren’t like me.”

Luca looks up now in confusion. “Why are you insane?”

Nick rolls up the sleeve of his uniform, pushing his watch out of the way. “Come here,” Nick says, and Luca obeys.

There are three little circles, paler white to the white of his skin and the blonde dusting of hair, drawn across the inside of his wrist. “Cigarette burns,” Nick says.

“I…” Luca tries to start, before swallowing thickly. “I’m sorry.”

Nick pushes his watch back down. “Point is, the inmates are running the asylum, I’m the hate-sex bastard child of McMurphy and Nurse Rached, and you’re just a visitor. So, now that you know all this, do you want to stay? If you do, you gotta go all the way.”

“W—” Luca swallows again. “What do you mean, ‘all the way’?”

“I mean you’re implicated; you and Alberto aren’t casually dating anymore. Whenever this shit happens, you’re helping. You can still have your little cutesy dates or whatever, but if you want ‘em, you have to help me deal with wreckage, too.”

Luca feels his palms turning to scales, his stomach eating itself whole.

“Well?” Nick asks. He checks his watch. “We got 10 minutes before lunch starts.”

“I…” Luca makes fists of his hands, pinprick pain. “I want to help.”

Nick looks up from his wrist with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Just what I wanted to hear. Get your shit; I’m going off campus for lunch. If Alberto tries to pull you aside and talk to you, pretend this conversation didn’t happen.”

“Alberto’s going?”

“And Diego and Jason.” Another smile, a hand ruffling Luca’s hair. “Welcome to the Inner Circle. Or the executive board of the 99th Percentile Penis-Haver Society, as we are also known.”

Luca shrinks away, quickly combing his fingers back through his curls. He almost blurts, I don’t have a penis, which is only half-true, but the other half of that truth makes him stare at his human form in the mirror like it’s a coat that doesn’t fit right. Instead he says, “It’s really okay for me and Alberto to keep dating?”

Nick nods. “I approved it. Didn’t Alberto tell you that?”

“He did, but I guess I didn’t really believe him,” Luca replies as he slings his backpack over his shoulder. “I mean, I don’t want to make you jealous or anything.”

“Let me let you in on a little secret,” Nick says, waving Luca towards him. “C’mere, c’mere.” He leans down until his face is almost touching Luca’s, voice low and dark and right to the side of his ear. “I’m not jealous of Alberto’s fucking therapy dog.”)

#self harm mention #2d nonsense

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fruti2flutie · 3 years

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luca (2021) post-credits+

massimo cries once the train is gone. so do daniela & lorenzo. "it gets better with time," giulia's papà tells them. it still hurts; alberto stays in the rain until he can't hear the wheels on the tracks anymore.

giulia & luca talk all the way to genoa. about motors, about cars, about classmates, about uniforms, about weasels - seriously, about things luca has no idea what to even imagine! "my mamma will love you," she gushes, and then she talks about her mamma, about paint, about clay... luca sits, heart pounding but thrilled nevertheless.

luca tells giulia's mamma his secret the night they arrive. whether she knows already or not, it doesn't matter; he wants to tell her himself anyway. she holds onto him, strokes his hair, and it's just like he's with his own mamma.

the school in genoa is incredible. luca learns a countless number of things: geography, literature, chemistry, architecture, food... the world is so much bigger than the waters below portorosso. he finds more friends he can count on, and telling them his secret is hard but gets easier. giulia is there when he needs her, and he's there when she needs him. luca still dreams of the vespa & alberto, and he wonders what else they can do for their adventure to come.

alberto does well in portorosso, all things considered. at first the cityfolk are awkward, the fishermen especially wary, but the children know alberto as alberto, regardless of his skin or scales, and they love him for who he is. the sea monster posters are pulled off the walls & the harpoons are put away. after some time, it feels like not much has changed at all in the city - though ercole's insults for him become exclusively fish-related. alberto looks the other way because he knows that there will always be people who don't want to change.

massimo teaches alberto about human living. he learns how to cook perfect pasta, how to count coins & bills, how to get machiavelli to purr. the days are spent in the sun making deliveries & on the waters catching fish. less & less alberto thinks, silenzio bruno. he gets comfortable, he feels safe, and the tally marks on the island become so faraway.

(and alberto gets his own knife!!!)

in turn, alberto teaches massimo about the sea. there are beaches with the softest sands, jagged rocks with the most unforgiving edges. small sea monster villages, crab contests, fish farms... massimo asks about the sea monsters who raised him, and alberto gives him a lie. but the lie doesn't last long, isn't meant to; alberto tells massimo about a mamma he's forgotten & a papà who forgot him. massimo doesn't say much, he never really does, but he always keeps the tableware set for alberto, always greets him with, "buongiorno," and when alberto loses his way, massimo tries to find him.

daniela & lorenzo visit the city often. grandma paguro comes ashore, too, usually to play scopa with the other elders. lorenzo talks for hours about crustaceans with the fishermen; daniela plays ball with the mothers & children in town. they have dinner at massimo's house, whatever pasta alberto is attempting to make & whatever massimo cooks just in case. they talk about the land & the sea, the weather & the seasons, about giulia & luca. luca's parents claim they don't miss him terribly, but alberto knows it's a brave front because he does, too.

there are birthdays. there are anniversaries. there are letters. there are phone calls. there are two calendars that are marked every morning until summer arrives. there is longing.

the train brings giulia & luca back to portorosso a year later. both of them are taller but so is alberto, freckled & tanned by the sun. alberto boasts that he's now the tallest of the bunch, and giulia bets she'll at least outgrow luca by year's end. defensively, luca says she's the smallest when they're in water; she can't refute the statement. still, the three's welcoming embrace is as warm as the summer breezes.

luca has missed his family. he returns to the water & sees his mamma, his papà, and even his uncle ugo. the fish & crabs welcome him home as well, and the water has never looked bluer. he tells them every story he can, and it still doesn't feel like enough. they tell him stories, too, and he feels whole.

when staying in portorosse, luca & alberto sleep outside. giulia's room had turned into alberto's while she was away, but he gladly gives it up to sleep beside luca atop the tree. they talk underneath the not-anchovies, and the conversations never seem to stop. it feels just like last summer, but when they awaken to dewy mornings they no longer hide their tails.

massimo lets them take the boat to sea. giulia paddles while alberto & luca guide her from the water. she only accepts a helpful push from the boys when her face gets as red as her hair. and then they arrive at the island, untouched for months, and alberto sheepishly shows her what used to be his home. there is the collection of human items, the spare parts to the vespa he & luca built, the tally marks. giulia, being giulia, tells them everything about the items, how the tower must've been a lighthouse, how the tree must be decades old.

alberto listens to her speak, how excited she is to teach them, how thoughtful she is to hear him, and he says, "sorry." she doesn't understand; neither does luca. it's all in the past, but alberto wants to own up to it. "i wasn't fair to you back then. i thought you were gonna take him away," alberto says. "i didn't want to be..." alone, he doesn't say, but they hear it.

"stupido," giulia remarks, but there are tears in her eyes as the word leaves her lips. her arms wrap around him in a tight hug. "you're my fratello now, okay? luca, too."

"is luca my fratello?" alberto jokes & giulia laughs, "only if you want him to be." and luca hugs them both, even tighter. when they return to land, they sit on the pier & eat two-scoop gelato.

eventually, alberto apologizes to luca, too. "i shouldn't have done that to you," he says. they are on the beach, facing the night sky, the shore keeping their feet webbed. luca doesn't know what he's talking about, doesn't realize what he means.

"that time when i biked us into the sea, and then we... we fought," alberto continues, and luca remembers. of course he does. the dread, the frustration, the shame... the fear of being different, and the regret that he didn't say he was. alberto being his true self while luca just couldn't bear revealing his secret.

"hey," luca says. "it's okay. i'm okay." because alberto never said i forgive you to him either, but he was okay then, and they're okay now.

the summer goes on.

they enter the portorosso cup race as a team of three (granted alberto & luca don't swim) and they win - fair & square. giulia doesn't throw up along the way & no rain comes down for any surprises. the prize money doesn't go towards another vespa but to a new boat for the marcovaldos. granted, the underdogs would need to win a dozen more cups to buy the entire thing, but it's a start.

#luca #pixar #luca spoilers #my writing #a stronger person would've written the ao3 fic but i am Not Strong #i've only watched it once plz spare my brain for doing this spontaneously #luca is a love story (fact)#i thought abt that betrayal scene for a long time :|#fanfic #(kind of not really aksjwkdls)#idea brain

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themeganator5000 · 2 years

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Peach Fuzz

Alberto tries to grow a mustache. Luca has some thoughts.

(Now with partner fic: Catfish Whiskers!)

“Ooh, what’s that little peach fuzz you’re growing there?” Luca eyed the hair above Alberto’s lip intently.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Alberto blushed, turning away and waving his hand dismissively.

“No, it’s not! Come here, let me see,” Luca drew Alberto’s face close to his and watched him squirm. He smiled and hummed fondly, “I think you look very handsome, Alberto.”

That particular shade of cherry red was very becoming on Alberto’s cheeks. “You really think so?” He beamed.

“Of course I do,” Luca couldn’t resist laying a kiss on those sheepishly smiling lips, “You know you’ll always be gorgeous to me.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Alberto chuckled, “I thought you might say I looked like a catfish, like y’did with Ercole.”

In all honesty, Luca had completely forgotten about that little joke he made all those summers ago. But now that Alberto had reminded him, it was hard not to see the resemblance.

It was absolutely imperative that he keep his mouth shut about that, though. Alberto’s ego was fragile enough already and one blow to it like that and he might pop.

“Uh- Oh, no, of course not, caro,” Luca ran his fingers through Alberto’s long, tangled curls, “You don’t look like a catfish at all- in fact, I think it’s kinda sexy…” Yes, that should do it.

Alberto’s ego status: safe.

Alberto sucked in a breath and his eyes went wide, his typical reaction whenever Luca did anything even mildly flirtatious. “Y- you- wuh- Really?” He looked so giddy that Luca thought he might burst. “Oh- dio- wow, I- I was hoping you would…”

Luca giggled, he figured he could stand having a catfish boyfriend for a little while if it made Alberto this happy. “Oh, I definitely do. And you know what else?” Alberto made a hushed little huh sound as Luca leaned in close enough to feel the soft, tickling hairs brush against his lips, “I bet you’ll look even sexier when it’s full-grown.”

Alberto’s lips drew in a tight, flustered smile, blushing a delightful bright burgundy all the way down to his neck. “Dio mio, I love you so much,” he muttered before assaulting Luca’s face with a battalion of tickly, hairy kisses.

Now all Luca had to do was keep Giulia from making the same, incredibly tease-worthy, connection.

…Carp.

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peachtree-dish · 3 years

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A Te Che Sei Il Mio Amore Grande

I'm writing fanfics again. Woot!

Inspired by the song of the same name.

Chapter One: Quando Ti Guardo

June 06, 1969

Luca drummed his fingers restlessly along the soft velvet of his armrest, his eyes switched from peering out at the Italian coastal terrain and once again reading the watch that rested against his wrist.

“You’re doing it again.”

His eyes snapped up to watch as Giulia sighed at him from behind the thick leather-bound novel in her hands. As her amused yet exasperated gaze landed on him, he grinned sheepishly.

“Mi dispiace, Giulia. I honestly don’t remember the ride being this long.” He checked his watch again and grimaced. “Has it really only been ten minutes?”

Admitting defeat, the red-headed girl marked her place and set the book aside. “Luca, it’s been nine months, si? But what is the one thing we’ve learned about time from Segnora Rosa?” She quirked a knowing brow at him as Luca slumped forward.

“Time is always constant, lo so.” He mumbled.

“Esattamente, therefore,” She continued as she picked up her book with renewed gusto, “the train will take exactly an hour every single time we travel to and from Porto Rosso.” With her argument settled, Giulia returned to her page and began reading once more. After a moment of stillness, she peered at him subtly from above her page. Luca was looking outside once more, his eyes filled with a mixture of yearning, and his mouth twisted in anxiety. With a kinder expression, she said, “If it’s any consolation, amico mio, I’m sure he’s just as nervous to see you.”

Luca puffed out his cheeks but didn’t reply, instead preferring to peer down at his clasped hands.

“Maybe you could finish the bracelets you’ve been working on, that will help you pass the time better and maybe keep your mind off things, eh?” She nodded to his school jacket pocket which held a mass of multicolored strings that had yet to be organized. Perking up at the thought, Luca agreed and set to work on detangling the threads from one another.

Outside the bright light of the morning sun blazed peacefully across the pristine indigo coastline and followed the two youths on the journey. Some miles away, a small town was anything but peaceful.

“Massimo!” A young man jumped up the paved stairways of Porto Rosso, disturbing the half-dozen pigeons resting there. At their indignant coos and squawks, Alberto quickly glanced back with a slight shout of “sorry!” before continuing on his rampage towards the Marcovaldo residence. Skidding to a stop once he passed the archway, he leaned heavily against the tree that he and Luca had slept in nearly a year ago prior and gasped.

With a large crash, both Massimo and Machiavelli burst through the front door looking frazzled and ready for a fight. The latter was fully puffed up with his claws digging into the cobblestone walkway and his pupils shrunken to small slits. Massimo swiveled his head around looking for whatever danger could have provoked Alberto’s shout, his shoulders hunched and his good arm gripping his harpoon tightly. However, when no danger presented itself, he glared half-heartedly through his eyebrows at the young sea monster who sheepishly grinned.

“Well, where’s the fuoco, eh?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, Massimo, everything’s fine. But!” He pointed animatedly at the large man, “you are aware of what day it is, right? We only have a few hours until-”

“Until Giulia and Luca arrive, si piccolo, lo so. You’ve only been talking about it for a month now.” Shouldering his harpoon and popping his neck, the old fisherman turned to enter the house, an unhappy Machiavelli climbing onto his open shoulder, but not before growling irritably at Alberto.

“Come have breakfast, Alberto, we’ll see what we can do to keep busy while we wait.” The large man patted Alberto’s sun-kissed shoulder before entering the house. Slumping in resignation, the teen followed behind Massimo but not before stretching to give one last searching look at the expansive cliffs that breached the horizon, hopeful to see a plume of smoke.

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When the train finally pulled into the stazione, Luca was already flinging the train door open and running into the waiting arms of his mother who squealed with delight and refused to set him down for several long moments, much to Luca’s embarrassment and secret delight. An equally excited Giulia was soon to follow, and she said a quick hello to the Paguro’s before launching into Massimo’s open arms. While his father patted him on the head and asked the generic questions of wellbeing, Luca tried to glance around his parents. If Massimo was here, then so was-

“I told you I’d be okay.” Luca’s heart thudded painfully in his chest for one moment as Alberto sauntered into view. Prying himself from his mother, the young sea monster swiftly walked to Alberto and embraced him without pause. Luca buried his face into the crook of Alberto’s neck and breathed him in for the first time in nine months.

Whatever nerves and fear Alberto had been holding released him the moment his best friend enveloped him in his arms. Luca had grown slightly taller over the colder months and his skin had lost its sun-kissed pigmentation, but the warmth in his eyes had not faded in the slightest.

“Welcome home, Luca,” Alberto mumbled into his friend's hair, ignoring the wetness gathering at the corner of his eyes, he pulled away with a chuckle. “Are we going to do this every time we say ciao?” Luca smiled wetly and scrubbed weakly at his face.

“I think I could get used to it if it’s with you.” Alberto resolutely decided to ignore the heat that gathered in his cheeks as Luca turned to answer Massimo. Brushing it off as too much time in the sun, he tuned into the conversation just as the gentle fisherman began speaking of their new fishing truck.

“Grazie to Alberto’s ‘knowing fish’, we earned enough for me to invest in an auto,” Massimo stated proudly, clasping a large hand onto Alberto’s shoulder. The teen modestly scratched under his hat and shrugged, turning to Giulia and Luca.

“He’s really only saying that. Massimo did all the hard work; I just stuck my head underwater a few times every day to navigate us. But!” Alberto waved towards the station entrance and began pulling Luca by the hand. “you really have to see the truck I’ve been writing to you about.”

The truck itself was what could hardly be described as new. The front bumper was barely hanging on and rusted completely through on the right side. Green chipped paint covered the doors and Luca noted with a swell of warmth the black hand-painted logo of “Massimo and Alberto Fishing co.” Most people would consider the truck like garbage, but Alberto found the faded paint and broken glass charming, and he said as much to the group. Giulia rubbed suspiciously at the truck’s tailgate, her eyes squinting as she studied it.

“The Americans call it a ‘Hudson pickup’,” Massimo announces proudly, his pronunciation heavily accented.

“I’m still not sold on it being actually safe, but I’ll admit it wasn’t too bad the first time Massimo drove it.” Daniela opined, opening the front door with a loud squeal.

“Yeah, not so much when Alberto decided to try it,” Lorenzo muttered good-naturedly. “My tail still won’t swim straight.”

“You drove the truck?!”

“You crashed the truck?!”

Giulia and Luca exclaimed, she glanced curiously at her papa who raised his hands innocently. Luca began looking at Alberto’s arms and skin, scouring for any injuries, completely ignoring the rest of the conversation.

“He’ll be sixteen this year, mia figlia, he’ll need at least a year of practice. Nessun problema, your time will come soon.”

“Oh, come on,” Alberto kindly pulled Luca’s hands away and hopped on the rear end beaming down at his family, “it wasn’t so bad for the first time. Plus, she just needs some love and she’ll be right as rain. You guys just can’t see her potential.” He patted the chipped paint fondly. “Not to mention this makes delivery way faster.” Massimo chuckled as Lorenzo continued to grumble and Daniela merely rolled her eyes.

“Si, and speaking of quick deliveries, let’s go home and eat lunch, hm?” Massimo lifted Luca and Giulia's luggage into the bed of the truck while the rest of the family, the Paguro and Marcovaldo families together again at last.

As the truck rattled through the colorful fishing port threatening to fall apart, Giulia and Luca rattled story after story to Alberto and Luca’s parents. Alberto tried to ignore the feelings of jealousy at the way his friends appeared to be so in tune. He laughed politely at their inside jokes and did his best to understand half the jargon they spouted, but in reality, he felt more lost than ever before. Stuffing the uncomfortable feelings down as far they’d go, Alberto helped the Paguro’s down first so that Daniela could help with preparing the food alongside Massimo. While Lorenzo had shown an interest in learning the human ways of cooking, he hadn’t quite managed to pull it off as well.

“You set the curtains on fire one time, and they never let you set foot in the kitchen again,” Lorenzo complained to the kids as he followed his wife.

“Except it wasn’t just the curtains,” Alberto whispered loudly to his best friends who giggled unapologetically.

“ONE TIME!” Lorenzo called hotly from inside.

Giulia smirked at her friends, “Some things never change, amicos.” Grabbing her bag, she turned to the house, “Oh, and Luca don’t forget about your gift!” She winked knowingly at a flustered Luca and befuddled Alberto.

Alberto glanced down at Luca who was doing his best impression of a frozen fish.

“Uh, was that supposed to me-”

“I made you something!!” Luca blurted before slapping a hand over his mouth. He glanced nervously at Alberto, who merely stared back stunned. Fishing in his uniform jacket pocket, Luca wordlessly pulled out the two multicolored bracelets from his pocket and held one out to Alberto. Alberto stood frozen his eyes glued to the green and purple threads glistening in the warm afternoon sun, his mouth hung loose in a silent ‘oh’. The threads danced innocently between them, and Luca felt his bravado begin to waver. When he still hadn’t said anything or moved to take the bracelet from Luca’s grasp, the younger boy grew more flustered and started to pull away, his voice shaking. “I- I’m sorry, you probably think this is so stupid.” Luca tried to not panic, desperately willing his mortification away.

Alberto’s hand shot out to pull both the bracelet and Luca’s hand back. “I can’t believe you made this for me.” He whispered, cradling the bracelet tenderly as he studied it in his palms. He traced the twining threads and smiled at how the pattern reminded him of scales. He looked at Luca and put his arm around him to pull him close. “I love it, thank you. No one’s ever given me something so beautiful.”

“R-really?” Luca asked, his expression hopeful.

“Really. Did you make this too?” Alberto squinted at the painted pearl hanging from the end of the strings, creating a clasp to hold it in place.

“Giulia's mom actually helped me design those with her paints.” Luca motioned to the pearl. “She said that gifts help make the distances feel smaller.” He pondered the delicately painted waves of his own pearl. “It’s funny when I was learning so much and seeing so many places, I never realized how far from home I would feel.” His gaze landed on Alberto, only now realizing how close they were. Up close he could see the new freckles that peppered his cheeks and how his face was slimming down. Nine months of hard work had broadened his shoulders and caused his wiry arms to harden with lean muscle. Clearing his throat, he pulled away again.

“Anyways, I guess we better go inside before the food gets cold.” Blushing as red as Massimo’s favorite wine, Luca threw one last smile over his shoulder and ran inside. Alberto grinned in response and slid the bracelet over his wrist fastening it so that it hugged him snugly. An emotion that he couldn’t quite name filled every part of him, spreading from his toes to the tip of his ears. Walking inside to the smells of homemade pasta and loud laughter, Alberto felt that the promise of a wonderful summer had just begun.

#pixar luca #luca 2021 #alberto x luca #luca x alberto #fanfic #mutual pining #they share one brain cell #Giulia has it 99% of the time #just teens trying to figure out life #a te che sei il mio grande amore

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sunnyoldbear · 3 years

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Luca Headcanons Part 3!

I can’t fucking stop please someone help me

Luca:

All seamonsters have a lot of fish qualities and different sea monsters take on different fish qualities, even within a family.

While Luca isn’t as equipped to handle the deep as his uncle is, his father does have some traits that would help him out. Luca doesn’t know this, but he can survive deeper pressure than most others can. Like, significantly deeper, but not to the point of the Deep. He’s have to get accustomed to it and he might not have even survived.

His species can also echolocate! He also doesn’t know he can do this even though it’s from his mom’s side. He just thinks he clicks and squeaks when he’s happy, he doesn’t know he can also echolocate. Since, again, he hasn’t been to the Deep, the ability is very diluted and he can’t locate things very far but… he can, if he tries hard enough. He won’t, though, cause he just thinks his clicks and squeaks are just that.

He loses his shit when he finds out about dinosaurs. He loves them.

If you even mention a museum he will practically beg to go and he will be in there from opening to closing and still come back for more. He takes in every bit of information he possibly can

He doesn’t flip people off, he just sticks his tongue out

Cloud watches! He thinks it’s cute :)

Is cold blooded. They found this out when he passed out in the middle of class one day during the winter. Winter months are very hard for him at school because of it, so he treasures the break and stays under a bunch of warm blankets.

Talks with his hands a lot

One day when he was swimming to the surface after seeing his family, a fisherman who wasn’t too approving of sea monsters tossed their harpoon at him. It grazed his arm and it hurt like hell, but he still tried to hide it. Of course, since he was clutching his arm and there was blood between his fingers, the Marcovaldos panicked and healed him tot he best of their ability, but Luca simply smiled, turned to Alberto, and said “look, we match now!” (If you see Alberto standing beside Luca so that their scarred arms touch since they’re on opposite arms, no you didn’t)

He finds out about bubble wands and thinks they’re the coolest thing!

Avoids every kid named “Bruno” at school like the plague because he doesn’t want them to think he hates them

Whenever something cool happens he instinctively turns to tell Alberto and his face drops when he doesn’t see him

Definitely the kid to accidentally say “mom” (and)or “I love you” to a teacher and then stare in horror

Grabs Alberto’s arm, wrist, or hand when they’re doing something together if he’s not grabbed first just so they don’t lose each other. It’s just instinct.

Once sobbed for an hour because he saw a dead frog in a pool

Falls asleep if his hair is played with

Still gets made fun of for smelling like fish but due to being a fish he can’t really bathe so Giulia and her mom just spray him with perfume. It makes him feel better.

Forgives Guido and Ciccio with no hesitation, will never forgive Ercole. In fact, he’s terrified of Ercole.

Technically canon, but he is the biggest mama’s boy. She learns from her mistakes and fixes her relationship with him and he becomes super close to her

Only lets those close to him call him “Bubble” like his grandma does

Loses his mind when he sees fireflies

He keeps his hair pretty short

Refuses to eat fish

Is more of a prey fish

That being said, he develops a few survival markings, such as a spot on one of his fins to look like eyes

For some reason I feel like he’d be like clownfish and be able to swim through anemone without getting zapped

Was never good at making friends. The Branzino kid often tried to befriend him but he was too scared of disappointing his parents since Daniela and Mrs. Branzino don’t get along

Wears a seashell anklet

His grandma taught him to read secretly when he was little

Never stops talking. Never.

In class, he’s always the kid raising his hand, even if he doesn’t know the answers, just because of his eagerness

Calls Alberto all the time, more than he calls his family

Carries Alberto’s drawing with him everywhere. Used to be in his pockets and then transferred to his wallet.

Is definitely more of a writer than an artist! With his vivid imagination he can write for days, and Alberto is more than happy to draw them out for him

Lets his hair grow out a bit towards the end of his final school year. The stress of school means he doesn’t quite care for his appearance

Can’t sit still. When he’s at school he’s always fiddling with something but when he’s in Portorosso he just grabs Alberto’s hand and plays with his fingers

Definitely a teacher’s pet

Gets bullied a lot. You can’t expect the world to just be okay with sea monsters overnight. A lot of the world will never accept him. There are kids that make his life a living hell at school.

As much as he loves school, he aches to be free sometimes

Gets super flustered super fast

Sits at Alberto’s side and talks about anything and everything and Alberto will sketch it

His scales are more like a duck’s water-resistant feathers. Water rolls right off.

Loves taking Nerone for walks

Definitely wears skirts and dresses in secret! He just thinks they’re neat :)

Loves romance movies but will never admit it

Literally bites his tongue to hold back from rambling. Giulia and Alberto constantly have to tell him it’s okay and he can talk all he wants, but he’s bullied so often for talking too much that he still holds back if he catches himself

Alberto:

Similar to a Betta Fish! His kind of sea monster aren’t known for bonding well and tend to fight.

When healthy, his scales are long and gorgeous just like a Betta’s! (Giulia is mesmerized by them)

You know how dolphins get high with puffer fish? It’s not just dolphins.

His teeth are a little sharper than most other sea monsters. Yes, he bares them at Ercole every time they see each other. No, he won’t stop

Definitely the “he ask for no pickles” friend

No one knows what he’s talking about half the time except for Luca, Giulia, and (sometimes) Massimo. They just kinda go with it.

Has his own words for everything. Only Luca and Giulia know what he means.

He’s actually super, duper close to Giulia, but they do fight pretty often. They’re siblings.

Likes to put his hat on Luca

Everyone thinks he’d be a bad flirt/get flustered super easily but the opposite is true! He’s a big flirt! He just knows what to say to make others fluster around him! Even if he’s not into you, if your his age or he’s trying to charm you, he’ll flirt up a storm. Living on your own from such a young age means you need to pick up survival tactics, and charm and streetsmarts were the ones he picked up.

Sometimes he faces small boats he sees just for the fun of it

He also sometimes grabs a rope or a net from Massimo’s boat when they’re fishing and just zooms to land to get them there quicker

Loves playing games with the kids when he’s on lifeguard duty, even if it can get him in trouble with his boss

You better bet he makes fun of those school uniforms. He laughs his ass off. He thinks they’re the funniest things.

If he sees or hears even a hint of danger, he is shoving his loved ones behind him and will protect them with his life.

Prefers to be barefoot

Heals surprisingly fast. Something about them fish genes.

When he’s fifteen he jokingly tells Luca he should become a teacher and then Luca’s eyes get all big and excited and Alberto regrets opening his mouth. But he still supports him every step of the way.

Whenever he hears Luca click or chirp, he calls out for him if he’s a distance away or grabs his hand since he recognizes it as echolocation before Luca does

More of a predator fish

Keeps his hair long and growing

I think he’d probably grow a mustache. Giulia hates it so much which is why he keeps it. Okay, he kept it to annoy her, but then he actually started to like it. But when Luca said he liked it, that solidified it

He’s so strong it’s kinda scary. Definitely stronger than the average fisherman, but was stronger even beforehand.

Sometimes just eats fish live and terrifies those around him

He’s super fast! Since he’s based on a tuna or swordfish, he’s pretty quick

Unlike Luca, he’s warm blooded. So when he heard Luca has to keep really warm during winters, he offers most of his clothes

His father abandoning him may seem cruel, but for his kind of sea monsters, it was what had to happen. Still, Alberto is a child and it shouldn’t happen.

Mainly a night eater

Can see further than most of his fishy friends

Good night vision too!

Was taught to read and write as a kid by his father but it’s not perfect so he asks Massimo to do it

Loves playing cards

Fins are sharper than average

Squishes Luca’s cheeks

Sword fights with Giulia except they’re sticks

Whenever Luca falls asleep on him (often), he just stays still and refuses to move

Scoops Luca up sometimes

Grabs Luca’s face and blows raspberries instead of kissing it. (Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic!! Italians kiss on cheeks as greetings)

Protectively wraps his tail around those he loves

Water clings to him a bit more since his built-for-speed scales are less water repellent

Every year he gets scared Luca won’t return

Paints the Hideout to look like Luca’s dream fish-stars after he’s told about it. The ceiling, anyway. Don’t ask how he did it, no one knows.

Changes his last name to Marcovaldo

Thinks pet fish and aquariums are hilarious and will poke fun at the fish (“haha, losers! No freedom!” “Alberto!” “What?!”)

LOVES DINOSAURS

He and Luca share a bed when Luca comes over!

The Vespa poster hangs in his room on his door

Calls Luca’s nightlights “light fish” as a nod to stars

Has Giulia and Luca’s names tattooed onto him because they’re his best friends

Tried to take Caligola and Machiavelli on walks… yeah that goes as well as you think

Giulia:

Is a fast reader

Isn’t a massive poetry fan but does have a few favorites

Also keeps a few drawings from Alberto in her folders

Also scoops Luca up randomly

Can and will bite you

Wears dresses as much as she does shorts

Ties her hair up when serious

Rubs her nose against her family’s as a sign of love. It’s just something she did as a kid, so sometimes she’ll just rub her nose against Alberto’s and he gets really confused

Is low key a little jealous of her brother and best friend being sea monsters

Is a bit of a builder! She makes a bridge from her room to the treehouse

Rarely starts fights with Alberto, but she’ll sure finish them

Half regrets teaching Alberto to swear

Though she seems pretty calm, she’s gotten into her fair share of fights at school. Mainly punches kids who bully her and/or Luca. Also sexists.

Although this is 1950/60s Italy, I imagine she’d be very accepting of homosexuality and not hide it, even if rumors of her being one start spreading and she gets hurt. She has a strong sense of justice and she doesn’t care about consequences.

She’s the only person allowed to make fun of Alberto. No one else is. She’ll quite literally attack anyone who dares.

Her parents were surprised she didn’t take after them in fishing or painting

Honestly I can see her mentoring the kids for the race every summer! Once she hits 18 and is no longer able to compete, she holds practice sessions and loves seeing the kids have fun

She definitely runs the race when she’s older. She moves to Portorosso since her marine biology career is helped by her sea monster brother and the town’s closeness to water

Teaches the boys to make sandcastles

Holds such strong resentment for Alberto’s father and Daniela. Lorenzo and Luca’s grandmother she’s fine with, but Alberto’s biological father abandoning him pisses her off more than she can put into words, and Daniela manipulating her son and sending him away makes her want to break something.

Her “santa (cheese)!” comments slowly change into “Santa (fish)!” exclamations. Like, “Santa Goby!” for example.

Is more close to Alberto than he wants to let people know. She can read him like a book. He’s honestly her best friend. She tells him everything, they go to each other after nightmares, they share everything, all the fun cute stuff that Alberto would rather die than admit.

Still has no idea what “Silenzio Bruno” and “Piacere, girolamo trombetta” mean and at this point she’s too afraid to ask

Though she loves the Portorosso kids, she’d rather die than be a mother. Her parents understand, but secretly hope she changes her mind so they can spoil a grandbaby.

Begs Massimo to coverup his sea monster tattoo, which he does

Also a “he ask no pickles” friend!

Is super patient with Luca and Alberto’s adaption to the human world (though she doesn’t like it when Alberto shoves his feet on her-which he loves to do because it pisses her off)

Secretly saves money up for the boys to get a Vespa

While she isn’t the best cook, her pasta meals are pretty damn good!

Has the trophy from the Cup in her room next to a picture of the three of them on the Vespa

#Luca #luca movie #pixar luca #Luca Paguro #Alberto Scorfano #Giulia Marcovaldo #luca headcanons

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homogals · 2 years

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MY ENCANTO/LUCA THEORY!!!

okay so we know how both movies “Encanto” and “Luca” have been tried to be connected through “Bruno”. be that the character Bruno from “Encanto” or Albertos catchphrase “Silencio Bruno”. I tried to find another way to connect these two movies and i think i’ve done it!!

Now this theory may not line up to everyone because some things are different according to different people. when searching up “when does encanto take place”, i got mixed answers. some sources said early 20th century and others said the film was inspired by the 1950’s. both time periods rather close to each other (just by 30 years-ish). I just wanted to just put that as something to be aware about…. BUT ONTO THE THEORY!!!

For this theory, i am going to say that “Encanto” takes place during the early 20th century (1920’s-ish) in Columbia. Camilo during the events of the movie is 15. Now i thought that maybe by the time Camilo turned 30-35, he would leave Columbia and just travel. this would put our time frame around the 1930’s. Camilo would eventually end up in Italy and meet a beautiful woman. this woman would be a sea monster… but i’m not sure if Camilo knows this. They fall in love and have a child together, who they name Alberto. the woman dies in some way or another. Camilo is left to raise his son all on his own. he is happy to do it, but he knows he will have to return to Columbia soon and he can’t bring his son along with him. He waits until Alberto turns 14 and leaves him to return home. this would place us around 1950. not too long after, Alberto would meet Luca and the events of “Luca” would occur. I like to think Alberto got his catch phrase “silencio Bruno” from his father, who was told all his life to not talk about Bruno.

Now this theory may be a bit of a stretch. With some conflicting sources it’s hard to definitely prove this theory, but i still think it’s a fun thought to expand on. it would also line up character-wise.

Camilo from “Encanto” has tan skin, brown curly hair, hazel eyes, and a yellow/brown color scheme.

Alberto from “Luca” has tan skin, brown curly hair, green eyes, and a yellow/brown color scheme.

And i would also go as far to say they have the same kind of personality. They are both typical teenage boys. They are witty and a little show-off-y.

This side-by-side comparison really makes me think that this theory could be solid! The art of Camilo aged up was drawn by @meekillustrations !! good on them for making this really cool Camilo who looks very handsome might i add…

#encanto #disneys encanto #pixar’s luca #disney theory #film theory #camilo madrigal #alberto scorfano #like father like son #we don’t talk about bruno #silencio bruno

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lluvguts · 3 years

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Cool Blue ; Chapter Four

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The air in Alberto's room was stuffy and filled with the uneasy smell of the sweat his bare skin on the sheets left after a fitful sleep. He flung an arm from the blankets to fiddle with the window latch until his sluggish muscles threw it back and open, letting fresh ocean air inside.

He opened his eyes. His face was covered by the white bedsheet like a dead man or just a boy realizing his mistakes much too late and he quickly threw that off of him, too. With the window open and the bottom of the frame just inches from Alberto's nose, nothing stopped the sunlight streaming across his feverish skin in beams and the shadow of the white chipped frame to cast a thin shadow as relief to his sleepy eyes.

The sleep was thick in his green eyes, as he suffered through an uncomfortable dreamless night spent mostly staring at the ceiling with Luca's face burning a hole behind his eyelids.

Oh, God. Luca.

A quick glance at the nightstand was all it took. The polaroid photos were undeniably there. Their white corners, their colored reflections in the daylight. Making those feelings from the night before stir again.

"Alberto? Are you awake yet?" Massimo had his hand splayed flat to the door and knocked.

He jumped at the sound of his father's voice behind the door. Alberto cursed himself for not having a clock in his room, even though he was fervent on the opinion that they were useless and dumb and didn't look nearly as stunning as the sun overhead to tell the time. But now, with the sky streaming in and more worried knocks sounding through the thin walls, Alberto ran a hand through his hair and guessed it was nearing noon. Why hadn't Massimo woken him at dawn with Giulia, to begin the day's tasks? It wasn't like him to allow Alberto to sleep in...

Alberto rolled out from the sweaty confines of his bed and stood, wobbly, to respond.

"Uh, yeah, Papa? Sorry, was I supposed to be up earlier?" He said as he went to the door to open it for Massimo. He saw his father, fully dressed and looking hesitant while Alberto was still in his pair of thin cotton shorts and an equal expression of confusion.

Massimo swapped his worried frown for a quick smile, and affectionately ran his hand across the top of Alberto's messy curls.

"It's okay, son. I figured you, uh," His hand fell back to his side, fidgety, uneasy. "...Needed the rest."

"Yeah..." Alberto let out a high, nervous laugh. His voice was still groggy and dry from sleep, coming out sounding wrong. He coughed, only making their already thick silence even thicker, then stared up at Massimo. He desperately needed a glass of water and maybe a shirt just to top things off.

"Why don't we...uh..." Massimo tried again, searching for the right things to say in the wooden floorboards. "...Have breakfast? Go get dressed and I'll start the coffee."

"Okay," Alberto placed one of his feet behind the other, still standing there awkwardly. Wasn't it a little late for breakfast?

Machiavelli slipped through the gap in the door as Alberto closed it, unprompted, and left Massimo to get the coffee grinder. He sighed against the door frame, scooping up Machi though the cat had his protests.

"Santa Mozzarella..." He breathed, burying his sunburned nose into Machiavelli's neck. The phrase reminded him immediately of Giulia and he smiled around the cat's fur.

He carried Machi in one arm as he, in his dazed, barely awake state, yanked open dresser drawers looking for a shirt and, finding none to his liking, slammed them half-shut.

His head felt too heavy to teeter above the rest of his body, like all of the empty dreams he'd had that night were really just static filling up his brain. The cat growled at the sharp sound of the dresser, and equally at Alberto's annoyance so early in the morning.

"What am I gonna do, huh?" Alberto set the Machiavelli down on his bed and pulled on a customary tank top. Machi burrowed into his sheets, letting out all sorts of odd noises.

He growled deep as he sniffed the bed, then pawed angrily at Alberto's pillow, looking so cross at the linen for no apparent reason until it clicked.

"I know you smell him," Alberto bent down and stroked Machi's raised fur to calm him down. "I can't get it off."

The cat glared at Alberto out of the corners of his orb-like yellow eyes. He continued to paw and swipe at the pillow, hissing and huffing the whole time.

"That's Luca," Alberto kept his voice low and pointed at his bedsheets. "What you're smelling? Yeah. That's all sea monster."

Machi blinked slowly and stopped for a moment. His tail had been lashing wrinkles into the sheets but it hovered, flickering his interest. Then he returned full force to his havoc and dug his claws into the mattress.

Sighing, Alberto left the cat to destroy his bedsheets and went into the kitchen. Massimo was humming gently a tune Alberto didn't know with his back turned, the coffee maker grumbling and gurgling to his right while he sliced oranges with his hand. He had a cookbook propped to one side of the orange to steady it as he brought the knife down.

Alberto stepped in to help him, pulling the book away and holding the half of the orange.

"There," Alberto said, smiling.

Massimo chuckled and handed Alberto the knife. "Thanks. How about you cut the rest of these up for us, and I'll pour the coffee?"

"Sounds good to me."

Massimo shuffled around Alberto in the small kitchen space, grabbing coffee mugs off nailed-in hooks and pouring out generous amounts into both of their espresso cups.

Alberto tried to focus on cutting up the fruit but he was still stuck on the fact that Massimo, who woke up with the sun and couldn't spare a moment to rest, let him sleep through the early-morning fishing?

But Massimo broke the silence before he could ask. He slid one cup over to Alberto, then pat his back, motioning for the dining table.

"Listen, figlio. I already did the fishing for the morning. All we'll have to do is check the nets in a few hours."

Alberto arranged the orange and grapefruit wedges into little rows on his plate, then bit his lip and re-arranged them. "I figured that much."

Massimo grunted and took one of his oranges. "Do you know why we're sitting here, Alberto?"

"Uh...no?" He said in that annoying high keen again, unable to keep his voice level. He really didn't know why Massimo wasted his own time doing all of the work himself...just to have a late breakfast with him? Was he in trouble?

"Am I in trouble for something, Papa?" Alberto voiced his internal worry. The grapefruit flesh he'd torn from the rind was splayed flat and bitter on his tongue.

"Oh, no. Of course not." He smiled through his moustache, a bit of citrus juice clinging to the bottom of it. "I just wanted to tell you that I understand. And that I'm here for you."

He blinked. "Understand what?"

Massimo didn't miss a beat--even though Alberto knew that under the table his hand was clenched. "I understand that...you're getting older, and as you get older there are some...changes, and that's okay. You don't have to tell me about her unless you're ready."

Alberto inhaled the espresso wrong and he felt it burn through his nostrils. He coughed harshly, holding one hand to his throat and spluttered. "What?"

Getting older? Changes? Most of all, girl? Was he walking around blindfolded? He might have only been born with one arm...but he certainly had two fully-functioning eyes.

Massimo put his hand back on the table and took his mug, dainty in his large grip. "I should have seen the signs a long time ago. Never home...the weird smell...how nervous you are at dinner...I see it now, Alberto. So, tell me about her, yeah?"

Alberto paled. With Massimo, there was no way around this. What he said was final, so if he thought Alberto had a female love interest, then he had a female love interest.

"I...uh, she's--" Alberto took another scalding swig of coffee to distract himself. He felt a blush creep up, in the least delicate way possible, on his cheeks. "She's really great."

"What's her name?" Massimo picked at the fruit on the table, eyes flickering from the plate to his squirrelly son.

"Lucia!" Alberto blurted out, chest tight. Massimo barked out a hearty laugh and squeezed Alberto's trembling hand across the table.

"Don't be nervous, my boy! This is great news! And what does she look like?"

He felt like a fish out of water, which made him think of Luca, which made his cheeks redden, so he was stuck with his lips parted, completely stunned.

"She um...has really pretty...uh, eyes?" Alberto tried.

Massimo's dark gaze sparkled with joy for his son and his hold on Alberto's knuckles tightened. "That's okay, Alberto. Don't worry. I won't tease you over your lovely Lucia..."

Oh, God. Alberto gulped and scanned the room for something, anything to look at other than Massimo. The orange rinds. The coffee stain on the napkin from a previous breakfast. Giulia's sock left balled up in the corner by the humming ice box.

"...We'll have to meet her!" Massimo laughed. He'd been talking while Alberto was panicking, and his green eyes widened in horror as he took in the words.

"Oh, I don't think that's the best idea--"

"Nonsense!" Massimo stood from the table, collecting their plates. "Any girl who likes mio figlio will have to meet the rest of the Marcovaldo family! But, Alberto,"

He set the plates down again in his burst of excitement, leaning with serious eyes and a serious, but equally scary hard set of his mouth. "You two aren't...you know--"

If there were more espresso to drink in Alberto's mug, he would have gratefully choked on it.

"--Because if you are, son, I should know about it."

Was this nightmare ever going to end?

"T-That's okay Papa, because that's never g-going to happen!" Alberto almost shouted.

"Oh, I wouldn't say never. It all will happen in it's own time--"

"May I be excused...?" Alberto glanced up wildly at his father, blushing and sweating and hating every additional second this conversation lasted. "Please? I...I have to get something in town! Flowers!" What was he thinking? "Uh...yeah! Flowers for Luca--Lucia!"

"Oh, well..." Massimo straightened up, some of his cheeriness dampened. "Okay. Be sure to grab some for the house too, yes?"

Alberto made a beeline for his bedroom. "Yes, Papa."

"Girls love roses, Alberto. Get her some roses."

"Roses! Got it," Alberto cataloged that information away into his brain for never-use. He felt unexplainable guilt for stringing Massimo on like that, but what else was there to do? Try and convince him that, just like he was born missing an arm, Alberto was born attracted to something....different? And, just as daunting, being made another way didn't mean it was wrong?....Right?

Machi peeked his head out of the mound he'd created of Alberto's sheets, mewling when he examined the worry that creased his brow. He grabbed his wallet on the nightstand, making a pointed effort to avoid looking at the photos. Knowing they were there made him acknowledge the fact that whatever he was feeling was there, too. It was real. He was real.

"Yeah, Yeah. Soak it up while you can," Alberto waved an arm at Machiavelli now curled up around Luca's smell, then shut the door. "Little traitor."

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With the sun rising higher in the sky, it was the perfect time to sit outside the thin streets of Portorosso to smile and relax--unless you were Alberto. Who, after finding a bouquet of wildflowers for the kitchen window at the negozio di fiori, was sitting in a patio chair overlooking the fountain with his knees pulled to his chest. The flowers sat on the circular table next to him, catching the sun's warmth and sparkling through the clear plastic they were wrapped in. Alberto sighed and let the side of his cheek rest on one knee, twiddling with the metal holes grated into the table. A finger brushed the thin petals, muttering to himself and replaying the conversation he'd had with Massimo for the last hour. He didn't want to admit it, but he missed Luca. Maybe after he dropped off the flowers at home he could go see him again.

"Waiting for your special someone?"

Alberto jumped and sat upright, looking at the shadow that had intermingled with the honeycomb of the patio table, then back up at the voice. It was an older woman, who despite the heat had a thick shawl draped along her shoulders, smiling around greying brown hair.

The woman was fixed on Alberto with a knowing glance at the flowers.

"Oh! Uh--yes, signora." He dug one hand nervously into the back of his hair. The streets were next to empty a half-second ago...

She reached down to take Alberto's hand. "Signora Aragosta."

"Alberto Marcovaldo," He shook her hand, surprised by her skin unmarred by sun or wrinkles, and the thin sheen of sweat that beaded on her knuckles. Signora Aragosta let out a small laugh, still bent down to stare at Alberto.

She sniffed the air, dark eyes flickering around at the buildings behind him.

"How long have you known the sea folk?" She asked him in a hushed voice, covering the side of her mouth with the shawl so as not to draw any attention to herself.

"S-Sea folk?" Alberto leaned back in his chair, not at all enjoying where this was going. Did she work with Ercole's parents? Did she somehow find Luca...?

She tapped Alberto's bare shoulder, freckled and tanned. "Don't think you can fool me, sweetheart. I could smell him on you from a mile away."

"You...can? Is it really that, uh, obvious?" Alberto whispered back while gaping at the old woman. "And how did you--you know it's a him?"

Signora Aragosta giggled to herself. "Relax, boy. To everyone else," She ironically gestured to the empty street. "The scent is just regular old fish. The smell of a male's scales is much stronger, more potent. Not as sweet as a female's...But I'm a bit surprised that I've found it again, after all these years."

"Found what again?" Alberto couldn't help but ask, knowing it was private but this woman had decided to share anyway.

She kept her gaze low and ruminative, looking to the flowers as she spoke. "I almost forgot what they smelled like, so strong it burns your nose, no?" She laughed a bit and playfully flicked her own nose. "I miss her every day."

"Your own...friend?" Alberto said carefully.

Signora Aragosta steeled herself and tipped up her chin, looking stern. But perhaps all Alberto did was mistake her graveness for grief. "My wife."

"And she's? You're--?" Alberto couldn't get the words out he was so startled by this news.

"Oh, hush. I'll just tell you," She pulled out the chair opposite him and settled in.

#luca #luca movie #luca fanfiction #luca and alberto #luberto #luca x alberto #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #luca 2021 #disney luca #luberto fanfiction

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anchoviesinthenightsky · 3 years

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As promised, here's a preview of my new fic (coming out 9.26)

*Two notes before you read. This is a Luca/Alberto fic, but Alberto doesn't show up in the preview. He will be in the chapters uploaded on Sunday.

Additionally, my initial idea for this fic was "what if a character fake-dated two people. but only one of the relationships was actually fake? Bet that would be confusing for that character"... insert Luca. So know that's part of the story.

[fic announcement here]

[read more snippets here]

preview below cut. length: 1285 words

tags: no archive warnings apply, luca/alberto, giulia/female oc, fake dating, aged up [Luca (25), Giulia (25), Alberto (26)]

In Luca’s opinion, there was an unwritten pact between childhood friends that dictated the ways of maintaining those friendships far into adulthood. This included guidelines like never forget a birthday, be there to listen when they need someone, and when getting them flowers, the flowers should be in their favorite color. The most important rule, though, was to go along with their haphazard plans when they’ve dug themselves into a whole.

Which Giulia had.

Which was also why Luca found himself walking down the hallway of his old Genova high school, on the last day of classes with a bouquet of orange flowers and a box of chocolates under his arm. He nodded as he passed the other science teachers in Giulia’s hallway. He didn’t know most of their names, and he didn’t particularly care to.

Giulia’s room was decorated with vintage constellation posters that clashed with the modern-day Principles of Physics posters. Giulia was crouched over her desk, scribbling notes onto a piece of paper. Luca plastered a smile on his face, ready to put on a performance.

He cleared his voice and spoke loud enough for the teachers in the hallway to hear. “Congrats on another successful year, sweetie.”

The words felt blocky and bitter in his mouth. Only Giulia could see his face as he cringed at them.

“Oh honey, what a lovely surprise!” Giulia exclaimed. She mimed excitement, glancing over Luca’s shoulders at someone.

Luca turned to see who. One of Giulia’s coworkers was standing outside the door, glaring at Luca.

“Sorry for interrupting,” He said in a tone that sounded not the least bit sorry. “I was hoping to steal Giulia for a moment.”

“What for, Eugenio?” Giulia asked. She adjusted the handkerchief in her hair, tightening it.

“I wanted to get a second opinion on something.”

“Oh. Well, I’m busy right now,” Giulia said as she walked to her classroom door. “But I think Mr. Bianco is still in the building. I’m sure he could help you.”

“I was hoping for your opinion, specifically,” Eugenio pushed.

“I’m sure Mr. Bianco can help. I need to catch up with my boyfriend.” Giulia flashed a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and started to close her classroom door. “See you next school year.”

She shut the door the rest of the way.

“Lock it.” Luca mouthed.

Giulia shook her head.

“Just in case.” He whispered.

Giulia rolled her eyes and locked the door. As she walked back to her desk, the doorknob jiggled as someone tried to open it from the other side.

“Told you,” Luca whispered. “That guy is a grade-A asshole.”

“He really is.”

“I can’t believe he still works here.”

“Yeah, well HR didn’t particularly do anything with my complaints about him repeatedly asking me out and not taking no as an answer.”

“You could tell him you’re a lesbian,” Luca suggested.

“Absolutely not.” Giulia pressed her pen hard enough as she signed her name that the paper tore. She sighed and smoothed the tear and reached for a piece of tape. “Either he won’t care and keep asking me out, or he’d be a creep about it.”

“You could tell him you’re dating someone.” Luca said, thinking of the woman Giulia had been seeing for the better part of the last two years.

“I am telling him that I’m dating someone.” Giulia said, giving Luca a pointed look.

“Oh right.” Luca said sheepishly. He looked down at the bouquet in his hand. “These are for you, by the way.”

He set them on the desk by Giulia. She picked them up and sniffed one of the lilies. “They’re lovely. Thank you, Luca.”

“No problem.”

Giulia eyed the box of chocolate in Luca’s hand.

“Oh, these are for me,” Luca said with a smirk. “But I guess you can have some.”

Giulia laughed, genuine and bright. “You’re too kind.”

“I do my best.” Luca grinned back. He opened the box and handed it to her to pick the first one. “Do you and Rosina have any plans?”

“We’re going down to harbor to get lunch and drink wine.” She selected one of the chocolates with a pink swirl on top.

“That sounds like a great time.” Luca said. He plucked what he hoped was a coconut flavored truffle out of the box.

“What about you?”

“Packing.” Luca bit into the chocolate, and scrunched his nose at the taste. It was caramel.

“The coconut one has the white dot,” Giulia said.

“Oh right,” Luca popped the rest of the caramel one in his mouth and took the coconut chocolate. “Are you packed yet?”

“I did it last night,” Giulia took a bite out of her chocolate. “I’m surprised you didn’t. Normally you’re packed a week before we head back to Portorosso.”

“Well, you know. It was the last week of school. I had classes to prepare for.”

“For third graders? What do they even learn the last week of school?”

“Not much, but I had a lot of parties.” Luca grinned.

“That sounds like fun.”

“If you like a bunch of screaming nine-year-olds, who have had too much sugar.”

“I do not.” Giulia said. “That’s why I teach high school.”

“You’re missing out.” Luca bit into his second chocolate. “You’re right this one is coconut.”

“Told ya.”

Luca rolled his eyes and changed the topic. “Hard to believe we’ve been teaching for two years.”

“I know right? I still feel like I’m a kid sometimes.”

“Me too! Except then I look at actual kids, and it’s like ‘wow you are so young.’” Luca said.

“They are so young!”

“I know!”

“When did we get old?”

“We’re not even that old yet!” Luca said animatedly. “We’re only 25.”

“Imagine what it’ll be like when we’re 70.”

“I can barely even imagine what 28 looks like.” Luca laughed. “God, and the kids think we’re old. One of my third graders told me today that he hoped I was still alive next year so that he could wave at me in the hallway.”

“Geez.”

“I know!Apparently, I look like I have a foot in the grave.”

“You don’t even have any gray hairs yet.”

“Maybe after another year of teaching,” Luca joked.

“Don’t I know it. I found a gray hair last week, and I considered quitting on the spot.” Giulia said.

“Would you ever actually quit teaching?” Luca asked.

“Nah,” Giulia answered immediately. “I love it too much.”

Luca nodded. “You’re good at it too.”

“I am,” Giulia smiled. “What about you?”

“I don’t know,” Luca leaned against a desk. “Maybe not in Genova.”

“Oh?” Giulia turned to look fully at him. “Where would you want to teach?”

“No idea,” Luca answered honestly. “I’ll just stay here until I figure that out, I guess.”

“Mm.”

Luca waited for Giulia to say more, but if she had any thoughts, she kept them to herself. Luca pushed himself off the table.

“Well,” Luca said. “Can I walk you out? I’m sure Rosina is waiting.”

“I’m sure she is,” Giulia laughed. She shoved the last few papers from her desk into her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

Luca offered his hand and Giulia took it.

“This won’t be forever,” Giulia said as she unlocked the classroom door. “you know that right?”

“What? Us doing this?”

“Yeah,” Giulia paused with her hand on the door. “I know it’d been rough on you.”

“It has not been rough on me.”

“I heard you had to turn down one of the first-grade teachers when she asked you out.”

“I probably would have turned her down anyway,” Luca said, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t have time to think about dating.”

“Do you not have the time, or do you just not want to?” Giulia asked as she opened the door.

“Both,” Luca answered.

"Or maybe there's someone else?" Giulia gave him a sly smile.

Luca shook his head. "I'm just busy. That's all."

Giulia gave him a look but didn’t push any further.

#luca fanfic #luberto fanfic #we'll chase the moon tonight #hang the moon wip #my writing

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freebooter4ever · 3 years

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anyway ive also been thinking about the pearl clutchers and their ‘but think of the children!’ claim that luca and alberto are too young for crushes, and i dunno about anybody else but i remember having crushes on boys as early as 10 yrs old. not that i TALKEd to boys, god forbid, i didnt want anything to do with them back then but it was like a requirement among my friend group that you had to have a ‘crush’, so i did. but i distinctly remember age 11 was the first time i became unknowingly infatuated with a girl who was a friend of mine, and how much of a disaster that was :/

i still remember her full name, partially because this was also when my mom (worked for that big M company up in seattle) first got the internet on our home computer, and i used this girl’s name plus my nickname for her for all my passwords (her name still WAS my ffnet password up until a few years ago LOL). we were not even that close of friends, i was just crazy about her. she was beautiful with dark hair and dark eyes and a very dry sarcastic humor. we had PE together in 6th grade, and her last name was right behind mine, so whenever our teacher would pair us up by names, she and i ended up together. this is the only reason i even met her, because i was a /nerd/ and was like...way beneath her in the pecking order. and for some reason after we became inseparable in PE she let me be her friend, and sometimes eat lunch with them, and omg i was over the moon. she was cool in the ‘alternative’ sense back then - so like, more into rock and 107.7 The End (is that still a thing?) than star 101.5 (pop music), and her friends were all the Cool Alternative girls (i was the nerdy side of alternative, you know the kind who taught herself how to write in elvish so no one could read my diary, and had LOTR memorized by age 11, but still listened to like the killers and scissor sisters). I was terribly jealous of one of them - her old ‘best friend’ from elementary school who hated the fact that i joined their group and would try to shove me out of it. life was much better in PE when it was just me and this girl (we can call her O), i did not give a shit about anybody else, lol.

i had other friends, of course, right before summer started some girls i met in 6th grade chorus (Nuri, Abby, Jilly bean) and i did a ‘radio show’, wrote the script together and everything, and that bond accidentally turned us into a ‘best friends’ group (with my bff Lauren who i pulled in as an extra) of the more typical kind. the five of us even dressed up in identical outfits we bought at target for ‘twin day’. ive actually written about this real group of friends before. but those were my actual, bffs forever and ever friends, and that group lasted all the way through high school up until today...so like almost two decades now.

so what im saying is, my friendship with O was different, very very different, and i knew it was different, and that O didn’t care nearly as much about me as i did her. i tried sO HARd to be the person she wanted to be around the most, omg i remember some of the things i did and i cringe lol. 11 years old and stupid right? when it was just us things were normal and it felt like magic, and oh boy i could make her LAUGH. but then when her friends would come into the picture it was...not good. i remember the day i discovered that ‘normal’ girls shaved their legs :/ or god they used to call me ‘orange’ bc of my skin and foundation. i tried /so hard/ to live up to their standards but i always failed somehow, there were so many rules for being a Cool Girl that they seemed to know naturally. in 7th grade O and i got put into a new PE class with her old best friend, which was a DISASTER for me bc suddenly O was pairing up with the old best friend and i was left with this other girl who i was absolutely not enamored with, and one day during square dancing, when we were lining up boys-girls to pair off, and all the girls were trying to count and match themselves with the boys they liked, except they were bad at counting, and i could count better and since i didnt give a fuck about who i was partnered with as long as i was still in O’s ‘square’, i silently arranged it so that i got put with the most popular boy who also happened to be the old best friend’s crush. the old best friend was mad about that - she could have fixed it had she been smarter and saw it coming, but she was dumb and she didnt count properly and i danced with her crush, and she hated me ever after. it was at that point the friend started calling me orange and making fun of my clothes and trying to get O to stop hanging out with me. and she finally did after eighth grade when we all graduated to high school.

i have zero photos of O, i still look her up on insta occasionally, i dont think she’d even remember me tbh except maybe as the weird girl they kept around for entertainment value for a while, but im just saying that was ages 11-14 and those emotions and crush feelings were INTENSE and i didnt even realize what it was at the time, because of course you cant have crushes on girls, who does that lol. my mom had a bunch of gay dancer friends (most of whom died in the 80/90s, which i only know because age 10-12 (mom stepped sideways out of my life after age 12) she took me to pride every year and i went marching with a group of mothers/friends of men lost to AIDS and i carried a sign i drew with a leaping male dancer on it), but i dont think i ever really understood what ‘lesbian’ was until Mean Girls came out, and even then i didnt have the ‘oh shit’ moment till college. im just saying...let gay kids know its ok to have crushes. let them feel normal. let it be sweet and innocent infatuation as adorable as Tombo adoringly following Kiki on his bicycle while she tries to impress on her broom. let it be about that intense feeling of wanting this one person to be more Special than anyone else in one’s life. heterosexual kids are encouraged, almost pressured into, having crushes at that age. let queer kids have that too ;_;

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awakendreamersworld · 3 years

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Here’s chapter 2 of Ocean Waves

Searching and Finding

The next day Giulia opened her window and played a trumpet type song waking up Alberto and Luca. "Rise and Shine, guys!" She said, Massimo came through the wooden gate "Aye Alberto, come on, we got fishing to do. Giulia you start with the deliveries." He said as Giulia hops out the window and jumps out the tree to grab the paper with a list for her to deliver, "C'mon Luca!" Giulia shouted and Luca climbed down and sat behind Giulia on her bike and they began to ride off. Alberto followed Massimo to the boat and they began heading out to sea to catch fish. As they were pulling out the net, Massimo noticed something wrong with Alberto, "Amico, what's wrong? There's something on your mind." He said "Oh! Uhh, nothing! Don't worry about it!" Alberto said continuing to pull out the rope filled with fish "Don't worry about it?" Massimo asked, "Yeah! Don't worry about it!" Alberto said trying to get him to not worry. Massimo sighed, "Aye Amico, tell me what's wrong? I know something is on your mind. You seem like your curious about something." Massimo said, Alberto looked at him then looked down and sighed, "I saw something last night." "Like what?" Massimo asked, " Like, a figure, a female figure. But she didn't look human, she had fins and her eyes were glowing!" Alberto said "Was she a Sea Monster?" Massimo asked "No... I don't know, I didn't really get a good look at her." Alberto said "But I will find out! I'm planning on searching the ocean to see if I can spot her!" "Well in the mean time, let's get these fish back to shore so Giulia can deliver them tomorrow." Massimo said and started the boat's engine and they started heading back to shore.

Giulia and Luca started riding back down the hill down towards their home as Giulia checked her stopwatch to see how fast she went, "HA! YES! New personal record!" She said showing Luca, they then looked at the docks to see Alberto and Massimo return with another pile of fish. Giulia and Luca hopped off the bike and ran over to Alberto and Massimo, "Whoa, that's a lot of fish!" Luca said "I know fish, remember?" Alberto said crossing his arm looking cool. Giulia giggled and helped them bring the pile of fish inside. Once they were finished with the deliveries, Massimo prepared some pesto for them to eat after a hard day at work. Massimo placed the bowls of pesto in front of everyone and they began to eat,

"So Alberto, where exactly did you see the figure?" Massimo asked

"Oh! Uhh, it was the water." Alberto said while eating his food

"What are you guys talking about?" Giulia asked

"Alberto saw a girl last night!" Luca said

Giulia gasped, "Really? What did she look like?" She asked

"! don't know! I couldn't really get a good look at her, I just know she has fins, long curly brunette hair and glowing purple eyes!" Alberto said "She was sitting on a rock and singing some kind lullaby."

"What was the lullaby?" Giulia asked

"Uhh, it was something like 'Come with me, into the sea, as we swim far out to sea. In the deep, you will see, a world of my dreams. As you sink into the ocean, without a warning, you didn't know you've fallen-" Alberto sang

"What was the rest?" Luca asked

"I don't know, I accidentally stepped on a stick and scared her away." Alberto said

"Maybe if you go back to where you last saw her she'll be back!" Giulia said

"Yeah, maybe" Said Alberto as they all finished their meals and started heading up to Giulia's room. Alberto started climbing out the window to the tree, "Hey Luca, You coming?" He asked seeing that Luca had sat down in front of Giulia. "Yeah, be right there! We just have to finish this book of pirates! Its really interesting!" Luca said excitedly looking into Giulia's book as Alberto gave an annoyed look and headed outside to the tree. While sitting on the tree, Alberto looked at the shore. He started heading towards the area where he saw the female figure, he looked around but saw nothing. For some reason, coming to this spot he could hear her singing, he began to sing along "Come with me, into the sea, as we swim far out to sea. In the deep, you will see, a world of my dreams. As you sink into the ocean, without a warning, you didn't know you've fallen-" Alberto stopped singing and looked out to sea with the moon hovering over it, he could just picture her sitting there on that rock, then he heard "Into my trap" and quickly looked to his right and saw the female figure again, only she was still in the water with her head sticking out and her amethyst eyes glowing again. But as soon as he saw her, she disappeared in the water again. Alberto raced over to where he just saw her and shouted "HEY! WAIT!" and dove into the water after her turning into his Sea Monster form but couldn't see where she went and popped back out the water and ran back inside the house.

Alberto ran upstairs into Giulia's room where Giulia and Luca were reading the pirate book, "GUYS! GUYS! I SAW HER AGAIN!" Alberto yelled

"What? Really!?" Giulia said

"Yes! She was back at her spot, well not really, she was still in the water. But I heard her sing the rest of the lullaby and saw her right there in the water! But then she disappeared again. I tried to swim after her, but as soon as I dove into the water she was already gone!" Alberto said

"Santo Pecorino!" Giulia gasped

"Maybe you'll see her again tomorrow night!" Luca said

"Maybe. I mean, who knows, she might not come back." Alberto said

"Aw, don't be like that, big guy! She came back this time didn't she?" Giulia said

"Yeah?" Said Alberto

"Then we have a mystery to solve! 'Who is that mysterious woman?'" Giulia said "Let's get to sleep quickly so we can solve your mystery, Alberto!" Said Giulia excitedly "Already on it." Alberto said climbing out the window and laying back on the tree closing his eyes and going to sleep. The next day, Giulia opened her window and let out a trumpet noise again to wake up Luca and Alberto "C'mon guys! Let's go look for that mystery woman!" Giulia yelled excitedly running downstairs out of the house as Luca and Alberto jumped down from the tree and exited through the wooden gate "And the good thing is that you have to work you lifeguard job now, so you might be able to see her in the water somewhere!" Giulia said to Alberto who was putting on his lifeguard outfit on "Heck yeah! I'll be sure to keep and eye out!" Alberto said heading towards the water filled with children swimming and playing. Hours went by and Alberto saw nothing, Giulia kept looking above the water to see if she could spot the mysterious lady, nothing. Luca swam deep into the ocean around the area where Alberto saw her but also saw nothing. But then, out in the distance a great white shark was approaching, Luca swam up towards the surface and yelled "SHARK!" Alberto blew his whistle and yelled for everyone to get out of the water as they all started screaming and heading to shore. Luca ducked his head back under the water and saw the shark swimming close to Alberto, Luca gasped but then spotted something behind the shark swimming really fast towards it, it looked like another shark but it was a humanoid figure with brunette hair. Luca gasped as to see that it might've been the mysterious lady Alberto saw as he watch the figure swim up to the shark and started wrestling it. Luca swam up to the surface "Alberto! I saw her! She's fighting the shark!" Alberto gasped and looked over to where the shark was, there was a lot of splashing so everyone couldn't tell or see what was happening. Then as soon as the splashing stopped the water started to turn red with nothing bit the sharks head popping out, everyone gasped and Luca ducked back down to see if he could get another glimpse of the female figure, but couldn't really see anything beside the red water spreading everywhere. "Luca! Do you see anything?" Alberto shouted, Luca popped back out of the water "Nope! She's gone again!" He shouted. Alberto looked at the bloody beheaded shark and started swimming towards it, grabbing its head and swimming back to shore to analyze it.

Alberto brought the head to Massimo with Luca and Giulia following, Massimo looked at the head on the table and looked at its marks, "Hm, the size looks similar to any humans, but the claws are very long and sharp. So are the teeth." He said pointing the bite marks over the sharks face "The mouth is also the same size but the teeth are razor sharp, with just a touch your finger would bleed." Luca, Giulia and Alberto looked at each other with worry "Well, I guess my mystery woman is very powerful." Alberto said "Yeah... REALLY powerful..." Luca gulped "Hey, calm down. I'm sure she was just trying to protect everyone." Alberto said trying to see on the brighter side. "If you say so..." Giulia said with worry taking the sharks' head and throwing it in the trash and wiping the blood off the table clean. "Luca, you saw her! What did she look like?" Alberto asked "Uhh, she looked like another shark. But with the details you had when you first saw her." Luca said, "The brunette hair, the fins on her back." "Woohoo! We got a look at her! Barely..." Giulia cheered "But, what IS she?" Luca asked, "Hmm... That's a good point, looks like we're gonna have to catch her to find out. Without harming her of course!" Giulia said "How?" Luca asked, "Not sure yet, but I'm working on it." Said Giulia. Alberto looked at the shark head in the trash bin and got and idea, "We BAIT her out!" He shouted, "Huh?" Luca and Giulia said, "With the shark head! I mean, she ate the other half! So, we could use the head to bring her to us! Like a peace offering!" Alberto said. "Alberto! That's a perfect idea!" Giulia said and hugged Luca and Alberto giggling "This is so exciting! Do you think she's gonna be our friend?" "Oh definitely!" Alberto said and they went outside to set the bait.

Later that night outside, the three of them tied a fishing to the sharks mouth and set it in the water and hid behind some rocks watching the shark head in the water waiting the mysterious lady to appear. Hours went by and nothing happened, more hours went by and they all fell asleep until Luca heard some munching noises and woke up and looked over the rock to see the shark head being eaten by a silhouetted female. Luca gasped, "Guys! Guys! Wake up! She's here!" Luca whispered, Alberto and Giulia woke up and looked over the rock and saw the female eating the shark head. "Santa Mozzarella!" Giulia whispered in shock, Alberto stood up and began walking towards the dark female figure, "Hey there! How're you enjoying the shark?" Alberto asked the female figure. The female figure saw Alberto heading towards her and dropped the jaw of what was left of the shark head and starting backing up into the water ready to disappear again, "Wait! We just want to be your friend!" Giulia yelled. The dark figures' head turned and looked at them for a brief moment showing her bright glowing amethyst eyes, but then turned back around and disappeared once again into the sea.

Alberto sighed, "Well that plan didn't work..." "We have to come up with something else, without scaring her." Giulia said "But what?" Luca asked "I don't know, hopefully I'll come up with something in the morning. But right now, I'm tired." Giulia said "We'll continue my pirate book tomorrow, then we can read the one about Neptune!" She said wrapping her arm around Luca as the both of them walk back inside the house as if they just forgot about everything that had just happened leaving Alberto following them with an angry and jealous look.

Alberto went back on top of the tree laying down looking at the sky still thinking about the mysterious lady, her amethyst eyes had mesmerized him, especially since he got a good look at them, her pupils we're very pierced like a sharks' eye and her eye color was very bright. Her song played once again in Alberto's head as he hummed the tune which helped him fall asleep faster.

#luca movie #luca 2021 #pixar luca #Luca Paguro #Alberto Scorfano #Giulia Marcovaldo #Massimo Marcovaldo #Maria Rose #ercole visconti #Ocean waves #Alberto x Maria #Malberto #Siren #Sea monster #Fanfic

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lluvguts · 3 years

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Cool Blue ; Chapter Ten

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waiting for stars to intertwine

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☽ a/n: totally forgot to add this to the masterpost. if you've read ch ten on ao3 already than ignore this update!! there's gonna be a wip coming yall's way soon too, so be on the look out for that!! <3 love you guys

☽ warnings: blood, self-harm mention, angst

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Luca's heart hammered in his chest, the pain resurfacing, and no matter how hard he hugged his sides, trying to squeeze the heat from inside of him like slippery seaweed, nothing worked. He swam past the island, to cooler, harsher waters, to his home--his actual home. Not whatever he was feeling when he was around Alberto; whatever sort of home that was.

He told Alberto. A monster. That was what he was. He wasn't human, and Alberto made quick use of that information by shoving him off his knees in one swift motion, and leaving his dried-out beach towel as a reminder of it. He told him. So why did he...let it get the best of him?

His head swam, a thick heat-haze clouding his thoughts as he neared the mossy structure, blinking in the darkening waters. Luca touched the edge of the cave entrance, and winced hearing his mother's sharp intake of breath at his presence outside the house. She appeared, followed by Lorenzo, glaring down at him.

"Uh..." Luca mumbled, his words slurred. The throbbing in his gut hadn't dissipated yet, and neither had the phantom-like trembling between his shorts. "...Hey mom? Can - Can I come in?"

Daniela assessed her son before her, the shine, the sweat from Alberto's dark skin had crept beneath his scales and made a home there in the crevices, like old sand. He breathed, and the older boy's (the human's, he corrected himself) smell came rushing back with full force. Immediate. Filling his lungs sweetly but enough that he spluttered on the bubbles slipping under his tongue.

"I told you," Daniela said sternly to Luca's father. "When am I ever wrong?"

"What are you talking about?" Luca's mind began to wander without any direction, aggressively going back to the one time when he was younger and would often forget his curfew at sunset, and Daniela had joked (or had she?) she'd send Luca to The Deep with his uncle if he didn't come home at a reasonable hour. "I know it's late, I'm sorry! I just caught up in something, I swear it won't happen again Mom!"

Lorenzo frowned from behind his wife and placed his webbed hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. It was an unspoken discussion translated between the tense water.

"No, 'Renzo! Don't start with this now! You smell it too!" Daniela growled, taking her son's arm and lifting him up in the water, sniffing his crown of blue fins. "So strong, it's a damned sailor's lighthouse beam!"

"And it's land monster too..." Lorenzo commented softly, scenting the air. Daniela's eyes widened in her anger and her grip on Luca tightened.

Her tone was dangerous, venom. "You went to the land monster town? Where there's humans? In your heat??"

"Mom, no--" Luca protested, her claws beginning to hurt from where they were grasping his shoulder.

"Don't interrupt!" She snapped back. Her tail thrashed in the water, making Luca tense even though his body was already on-edge. "You...You're gonna have to wait this out someplace else! We'll send for Ugo. I can't know that my baby was out there...doing things...with some filthy land monster girl."

"Boy."

Luca and Daniela turned to see Lorenzo, who flushed in embarrassment at getting noticed.

"What?"

"It's clearly a boy, Daniela," Lorenza swam closer and examined the fevered pink scales on Luca's waist and chest. "Smell it. It's...I don't know, hun. It's stronger, I guess. I know when there's a man on those land monster boats, and that," He pointed to Luca. "Is definitely a boy. Land monster. A boy-human, whatever."

Monster. A monster. That was what he was. Luca hovered above the long sea grass of their home, in awe. He could get all of that, just by smelling him?

Daniela's flashing yellow eyes brightened and she clamped her mouth shut, words coming out quick and held back. "That...That. Doesn't. Help."

She released Luca's arm and went to Lorenzo. Luca's tail curled protectively around his leg, trying to soothe himself.

"W-Wait! You can't just leave me out here!"

"We're not leaving you," Lorenzo replied simply. "But until your heat is over, you can't be around the other kids, Lu. It's better if you stay with your uncle Ugo until the Summer season is over."

They had gone. Luca watched, but didn't truly see his parents' figures fade into the darkness of the house, where they slept, and he remained awake.

"Stupid heat! I - I hate being like this!" Luca curled in on himself, claws raking his belly, long rutted cuts chasing his fingertips. The pain burned, deeper now with the thin streams of blood billowing up above his line of vision in watery red ribbons. He averted his wavering gaze, but the blood was everywhere, seeping into his very scales. Everything simmered, a constant feeling of dread and want that was unreachable, had no low point but only one shattering crescendo all throughout his body. Constantly. Searching for relief Luca dug his claws into the pink scales deeper, stronger...

"Luca!"

"...Alberto?"

It was just a dream--or a memory. The clean tile walls of Alberto's bathroom came into focus, half-blurred from where he was lying, curled in a ball along the water in the bathtub. Alberto rose sleepily from the floor, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. At some point in the night bath towels were placed in the water for Luca, and though he didn't remember when it had happened, sifting through the weird reoccurrences of the day before, Luca knew Alberto had done it. He looked around in the stagnant bath water, to his abdomen, and the flakes of dry blood that floated across the shiny film of the surface like autumn leaves. He shivered.

The memories were short, hardly a scratch on Luca's conscious mind. Alberto had carried him all this way, from the boat into the house. A tiny serving dish once had peaches on it, but only smelled faintly of them now. Giulia's voice (what he could recall of it, trying to think back made his head hurt, everything hurt, really. He hardly remembered much of Giulia, except for her wild eyes and equally brazen red hair) was tender behind the door the night before, whispering and giggling to Alberto. She left to sleep, and Alberto stayed. He really, truly stayed. And the pain. The pain, the stupid sea-folk problems he couldn't just wait out or buddy up for--

"Are you okay?" Alberto put one cautious hand on the lip of the bathtub, eyeing him. Luca shook his head, as if to chase away the feeling, then realizing it actually translated as a no, Alberto I am anything but okay right now, he nodded his head with more urgency. He shifted in the water, the bath towels huddled around his body made a sort of nest, Luca noticed, even if he had been the one to do this. A nest, making a home for a mate, for love...even out of instinct. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did he even--

"If you say so," Alberto yawned and fell back onto the pillow he'd brought from his room, and tugged the blanket closer around his chest.

"You..." Luca tried, scanning the faded paint on the bathroom walls, the chipped mirror, the little smudge in ink over the medicine cabinet. He avoided looking at the crumpled blue tarp cast over by the toilet. "You stayed here? With me?"

"W-Well," Alberto spluttered, laughing a bit, not glancing at him. "I kinda had to. Cause, you know, no one knows you're here. And - and, my Papa had work today. Well he doesn't, not really. It's too early in the day for anyone to be open after yesterday, but he likes to be in the town with his buddies sometimes, when everyone else is asleep."

I kinda had to. Like he was...liable. He was just a...what was the word Giulia used? A little pet.

"Oh. Right, okay," Luca said absently, tracing his claw on the edge of the tub. Monster. Stupid monster. Dumb heat. Animal. Stupid, horrible, disgusting--

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"Where's Giulia?" Luca asked finally, maybe a little too quickly.

"Oh! She's uh...probably still sleeping."

"I'm sorry, Alberto."

"Do you maybe want to, um...talk about it?"

Luca put his chin on the edge of the bathtub. "About what?"

"The uh...back at the island--" Alberto wrinkled his nose and stared at his knees.

"Not yet." He felt Alberto's green eyes on his scales, whispering, prodding ever so softly. But he just wasn't ready.

"Hey, it's okay," Alberto leaned down and put his head at eye-level with Luca. "It's a sea monster thing, right?"

Luca nodded, wiping his flushed face. He couldn't cry, sea-folk weren't designed for something like that, but the burning in his eyes sure felt like he was.

"We have things like that, too. For humans, I mean." Luca hated that Alberto used that word, it was...a barrier. Human. Alberto blushed and looked away. "It's pretty embarrassing, actually. But, we go through it too, you don't have to feel so alone...It's normal."

"But..." Luca mumbled, his hands clenched beneath the water. But what I did...It was gross. Why haven't you left yet? Why aren't you turning me in? I'd be worth a lot of money above the water, I'm sure. Alberto? Are you even listening? Take me away! Send me to The Deep--

"Don't be sad."

"I'm not." He muttered.

"We can do something else," Alberto said back, sitting up now to straighten out his blankets. "And if you want to talk about it later, then you can. Since you're...uh...sounding a bit more present now.

"Okay...What is it?"

He watched him rise off the floor and gather the blanket and pillow to his chest, and head for the door. Alberto looked back over his shoulder, smiling now.

"As long as you don't eat it...We can paint?"

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