Aethelstan & Finan / The Last Kingdom 4x06

ARNAS FEDARAVICIUS as SIHTRIC KJARTANSSON

THE LAST KINGDOM: SEVEN KINGS MUST DIE (2023)

Softies

🥺 Awww Sander being so Soft with Robbe..🥰 How did i miss seeing Sander's cute smile at the end 😚 My HEART can't take it ❤ I miss them so so much 😔

started from the bottom now we’re here

Elippo Week 8/7: Friends

Warning: Contains mature content, though nothing explicit.

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Filippo introduces Elia as ‘a friend’ to the people around the table, ignores Elia’s eyebrows lifting, the look he shoots his way.

‘A friend’ isn’t what Elia would call it, not in the way Filippo is obviously friends with these people, the people having a great time at the restaurant, eating and drinking and teasing each other the same way Elia does with the boys. 

Friendly, maybe. The kind of friends who go down on each other in the bathrooms of clubs, the kind of friends who send a text at midnight to come over, the kind of friend willing to sit on his face until he can barely breathe, heart pounding, blood rushing, so close to something new.

Maybe they’re that kind of friends, Elia admits between glasses of wine and plates of pasta, Filippo’s friends asking about Uni, telling some story about Filippo and a guy named Vincenzo.

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OK I'm half way through TBOSAS and since I knew about the the basic plot points beforehand. I can't stop thinking, do you think current or even middle-aged Snow ever thinks about Lucy? Or Sejanus? The first people he truly committed evil deeds too? I'm not even suggesting in a fond way and not through even Katniss and Peeta mirroring Lucy and Sejanus. Like in his lifetime, I've been dwelling on this for too long.

If you rebuild that bus for us, we’ll give you any vehicle on this lot.

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“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I want to do this, with you.”

At night, Elia dreams of Filippo.

It’s weird, because he’s been obsessed with girls before, absolutely, so it’s not like infatuation is a new thing for him. But never has Elia dreamt with such vivid clarity and an undertone of such desperate want, longing, for someone before.

He dreams of lean abs painted like a statue of ancient Rome. He dreams of corded muscles tensing and relaxing as long fingers flick the end of a cigarette. He dreams of bleached curls and dark eye lashes; of freckles like constellations on smooth tan skin. 

He dreams of gasps and moans and whispers of “please” and “more” and “god don’t stop.” He dreams of soothing touches and bruise-educing grips; of laughter and the morning sunlight gleaming off of espresso eyes still hazy from a night of pleasure and sleep.

But Elia doesn’t dream reality. 

He doesn’t dream the careful way in which his eyes never fail to look out for Filippo across a rooftop party composed of mutual friends. He doesn’t dream of their eyes meeting and holding for an eternity, only for Filippo’s to eventually trail away when the disappointment that Elia can’t quite bring himself to make the first move after their night together weeks ago sets in. He doesn’t dream of Marti’s considering looks, or Gio’s pursed lips, or the way Luca seems oblivious to it all. 

(It’s not the boy thing, guys, it’s not that. I’m not ashamed, it’s just complicated.)

He doesn’t dream of his father slamming a Bible down at the dinner table in front of him, repeating over and over that the Santini family are good Catholics, great ones, and that good Catholic boys marry good Catholic girls and that there are no exceptions. 

It wouldn’t be hard to be a good Catholic boy. Elia likes girls without trying; he likes curves and giggles and the smell of perfume. 

But more than he likes girls right now, Elia likes Filippo.

Elia wants Filippo.

And Elia is nothing if not selfish.

So he looks up at the dark ceiling, watching the way shadows flicker as cars pass by. Then he glances towards his bedside table.

02:43

To Filippo Sava: can I come over?

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