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[belledamsceno]

Elippo Week 2020 Day 4: Canon Compliant

Movie Night

To great roommates and new traditions!

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I can’t believe we are now actually able to use stills of them together on the actual show and not just edits 😭💕

[peaceoutofthepieces]

cursing my name (wishing I’d stayed)

Elippo Week -> Day 1: Roommates

note: I’ve never written for Elippo before, but I wanted to do something for this week and I couldn’t resist this trope :)

Word Count: 16.1k

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Filippo is pleasantly surprised when, only a day after presenting his offer, Elia shows up at his door.

The feeling is a little less pleasant when he notices the tired bruises under his eyes.

Elia offers him a small, slightly shy smile that completely goes against yesterday’s teasing. “You still looking for that roommate?”

Filippo puts on a wide smile and throws the door open, tossing his arm out with a flourish. “Welcome to La Casa de Filippo.”

Filippo has never really known what to expect from Elia. He often considers himself a good judge of character. He’s intuitive enough, pays enough attention, that he can figure them out pretty quickly. Martino, for example, was pretty easy to crack. The girls, all of his sister’s little group of friends, he understands. Niccoló, he’s become pretty familiar with. Giovanni and Luca are simple enough boys, that Filippo has extra insight to thanks to their respective significant others. Elia, though...Elia proves to be a bit of an enigma.

Filippo allows himself the excuse that they don’t know each other that well, and in truth, they’ve been given very few opportunities to actually interact. They’ve seen each other in their recent group outings and have had a few meaningless conversations, shared a few passing smiles and greetings. They have, Filippo supposes, become familiar enough to comfortably joke around. Still, Filippo mostly remembers Elia as the boy his sister had tried and failed to set Silvia up with. Or, even more broadly, as Martino’s friend. The pretty boy, the party boy, the prankster. From what Filippo has seen of him, he hasn’t even fit that image. In every one of their interactions, Elia has been much quieter, softer, than he expected, and it’s made him more than a little curious.

So of course, when he suddenly became the boy with nowhere to go, Filippo had to at least offer.

He’s maybe been in search of some company, himself.

Elia doesn’t seem like the worst bargain.

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[azozzoni]

Elippo week 8/5: Hobbies

When Elia goes with Martino to learn how to make sushi, he doesn’t expect the hot guy at the next table to be far more interesting than salmon skin rolls.

[elippoweek]

Dear everyone!

Due to the great response to the previous post, I am proud to announce the second edition of Elippo Week!

Those of you who had been there the last year probably remember, but I will repeat for the newcomers. Elippo Week is a fandom initiative in which we dedicate the whole week for posting things related to the (romantic or platonic) relationship of two characters, Elia Santini and Filippo Sava from Skam Italia. The rule is that each and every day has a prompt to fulfill. To participate in the event, you have to create something related to the given prompt and post it on a specific day.

The prompts for Elippo Week 2020 are:

03/08 Roommates

04/08 Past or future

05/08 Hobbies

06/08 Canon compliant

07/08 Friends

08/08 Firsts

09/08 Free Day

The prompts will be available all the time under number 1 in the menu on the left. On number 2, you will find detailed rules for the Elippo Week, please read them to avoid misunderstandings. You can ask anything contacting the mod (number 3) or sending an ask (number 4). Please, don’t hesitate to ask, I will gladly answer all the questions. If you want to see how the Elippo Week 2019 went, you can find the content categorized by tags under number 5. If you’re using the mobile version of Tumbler, you’ll find all these things clicking on “Links” in the blog description.

Have fun, create and share the love!

[contrabbandiera-di-elia]

I really can’t believe I was able to finish it on time! But I did! No beta, of course. And actually, it’s most of a blurp than an actual fic, I’d say. I just had this idea that I wanted to finalize it, but I didn’t have much time to do so. I think it’d work better as a 10k fic with everything described in detail, but... well. You have an idea, and I had fun writing it, so please enjoy!

PS: Forgive me the rushed ending, I literally finished writing it a few minutes ago. Also, forgive me for all the mistakes. It was beted in a rush too.

Elippo Week 2020 Day 2 Past or Future

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Filippo never really thought about being a teacher. He wasn’t a model student in his school days and definitely didn’t choose his studies to become a teacher. But somehow, he became one. A few years passed since he started teaching art in one of the middle schools in Roma, but he still wasn’t fully used to it. And not only him. His friends and family never got tired of making fun of him, a light-minded scatterbrain, taking on such a responsible position. Eleonora still couldn’t believe that they really let him take care of a group of children even though he was still a child himself. Filippo tried his best not to comment on that.

But what was an even bigger surprise for everyone around was Elia Santini becoming a teacher. When he decided upon this career after high school, most people laughed at him. Especially his best friends who knew him all too well to know that he plus teaching sound like a bad idea. But surprisingly for everyone, he actually made it and became a middle school PE teacher. Although his friends still joked that Boccia wouldn’t be happy knowing that his top PE skipper ended up teaching PE, Elia proved to be an excellent teacher. The kids loved him, and he seemed to be really into what he was doing.

And by some strange coincidence, Filippo and Elia ended up teaching in the same school. Which should be great, after all, they used to be roommates for quite a time, they should be goods friends, and it should be lovely to work together.

Only that it wasn’t.

For some reason that remained unknown for Filippo, Elia didn’t really like him. To the point of avoiding and ignoring him every day at work. This was a few years long dislike that Filippo couldn’t understand. Especially since their roommates' days were wonderful. Just one day Elia suddenly became cold and distant and then moved out without giving Filippo any particular reason. Which bothered him every day because usually he didn’t mind people disliking him, but there was something in Elia that—

“Mr. Sava?”

Filippo snapped out of his thoughts, quickly looking away from the soccer team practice. Unfortunately, the art classroom had its windows facing the school’s soccer field. This meant that each week he had a chance to observe Elia Santini half screaming half laughing at the bunch of middle schoolers. And sometimes playing with them. These times Filippo liked the most. There was something alluring in Elia playing soccer with a group of students, taller than everyone else around him but surprisingly fitting between them. Filippo supposed that although he was almost thirty, he still had something of a teenager in him.

“Yes, what is it?” He sighed, moving away from the window. He wasn’t even interested in soccer in the first place. What was the point of staring at the school’s team practice every week then?

—

“On Tuesday I nicely asked him whether he’d like a coffee as I was making one for myself anyway and he said ‘no need’...”

“Uh-huh.”

“...but then I saw him making himself a coffee just a minute later!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Why he declined my offer then? Does he hate me so much that he couldn’t even accept my kind coffee offer?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Martino, are you even listening to me?”

“Uh-huh.”

Filippo sighed with irritation, taking a generous sip of his drink. He and Martino were meeting up almost weekly, mostly to let Filippo rant about how much Elia’s coldness bothered him. The thing was, Martino seemed to be less and less invested in his stories. Which made Filippo annoyed because not only he wouldn’t help him with getting the information from Elia, but he didn’t even want to listen to his hardships.

“It’d be easier if you just told me why he’s like that.”

“I already told you that I have no idea,” sighed Martino, not even trying to hold back an eye roll.

“And I’m supposed to believe it? You’re friends for years, of course he’d told you!”

“Well, surprise surprise, he didn’t. I tried to ask him, but he’s always saying that he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. He’s acting like nothing ever happened. So I don’t know… Maybe you really imagine things, Filo?”

This time it was Filippo who rolled his eyes. He knew he didn’t imagine things. Especially since he vividly remembered how different Elia was when they were living together. They used to spend a lot of time together back then. And it wasn’t only because they lived together. They’d hang out in each other’s rooms all the time, watching movies and stupid reality shows together, damn, even doing some chores together just to spend some time together. And then suddenly, Elia became cold and distant, and that’s how it was since then. It wasn’t just Filippo’s imagination. It was something more, and Filippo made a matter of honor to know why.

—

“Hey, what did I say about playing fair?!”

“Oh, come on!”

“Don’t ‘come on’ me! Go, do your penalty pushups.”

“Don’t be like that, Santini…”

“Add 10 for not respecting your teacher.”

“No way!”

“And the other 10 for pointless discussions. You want to keep bidding, Mancini?”

Filippo smiled against himself, looking at this scene. Elia might have tried to be all sharp and demanding, but at the end of the day, most of his students liked him. Probably because behind this hard-guy façade there was a laid-back guy willing to talk and hang out with his students after school, taking them to see a match or something (not that Filippo was interested in it). Not that Filippo had a bad reputation among the students. Well, maybe among the homophobic ones. But the kids generally liked him, at least those from the art club. Unless they were excellent actors and only pretended.

“Ugh, I wouldn’t want to be your student. You make me remember why I was skipping PE in my school days,” Filippo started, approaching Elia with a smile. The younger man stiffed, looking at him with a mixture of shock and annoyance on his face.

“What are you doing here? I’m in the middle of the lesson!” He hissed. Filippo only shrugged. It’s not that he didn’t know it. It was hard not to notice a group of screaming, running kids.

“Yeah, well, you’re avoiding me at the hallways, you’re avoiding me in the staff room, the same with school events and the schoolyard… I figured it’s time for the desperate measures.”

Elia said nothing, only clenched his jaw and looked back at his students, trying to pretend he doesn’t see nor hear Filippo. Typical ignorance strategy Filippo knew all too well. Not that he was planning on giving up. He already thought it through. During the lesson, Elia couldn’t escape from him. And if somebody asked, Filippo could say he came to ask Elia if he could use the hall for the upcoming art club exhibition. Doesn’t matter that Elia wasn’t a decisive person.

“Don’t you think it’s getting a little bit ridiculous? You’re doing it for years now, and you wouldn’t even tell me why.”

“I can’t see you doing your pushups, Mancini!”

“Come on. It’s not that hard. Just talk to me.”

“I’m in the middle of the lesson, Filippo.”

“Tell me and I’m gone then.”

Elia glanced at him as if he was considering it as an option. Filippo wondered whether he was genuinely annoyed beyond the point or maybe impressed his stubbornness. Or perhaps neither of this. It was really hard to figure out Elia sometimes. Or at least for Filippo.

“You should know it yourself. After all, you used to laugh at it all the time with your friends, thinking I don’t hear you. But well, I did.” Elia wrinkled his nose, his eyes focused on the kids playing… whatever, it’s not that Filippo paid any attention.

“I don’t understand,” he confessed because he genuinely didn’t. He had no idea which jokes Elia meant. There were so many, he was joking around with his friends all the time. He had no idea which ones could possibly affect Elia so much. They were generally some kinky stuff. Did Elia had a problem with kinky? He could just say so instead of moving out and becoming cold and distant.

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember. All those jokes about seducing me for fun...”

Filippo tired to remember those times when he was living with Elia and jokes he was making with his friends. They, in fact, did joke like that. Nothing special, just light jokes. About how Filippo should seduce his straight roommate just like in pornos just for sex. How fun it’d be and stuff. Filippo usually tired to silence them so they wouldn’t make Elia uncomfortable. Looked like he failed.

“These were only jokes and—"

“Yeah, only jokes, but you knew that I—"

“And I had no idea they’d disgust you! I mean, I know you’re straight, so did my friends, which is why we joked like that. About seducing my straight roommate and stuff. I mean, I don’t know, maybe they were more serious than I was, but for me, these were only jokes. I thought you’re chill enough to understand that. If you told me these kinds of gay jokes annoy you, I’d stop making them.”

Elia looked at him, confinement clear in his eyes. As if it wasn’t the answer he was expecting. For a second, it crossed Filippo’s mind that maybe didn’t understand it. Maybe Elia was aiming at something else. The question was… at what?

“Wait, so you didn’t know that I…?”

“Did know that you what?”

Elia looked away, suddenly looking shy.

“Nothing. Nothing, really. It’s... it’s all in the past anyway,” he decided with an awkward shrug. It didn’t really seem convincing, but Filippo decided not to press further. He felt that the conversation was going in a good direction, and he didn’t want to ruin it. All he wanted was to clear the misunderstanding and close the case. He could interrogate Elia some other time.

“Okay, so… I’m sorry for the jokes. I didn’t know they make you feel bad,” he tried. Elia started shaking his head before Filippo even finished talking.

“No, I’m sorry too. I should talk to you instead of… you know.”

Filippo nodded. For a while, they were standing in silence, neither of them knowing what to say and do. Finally, Filippo decided that he took enough time from Elia’s lesson. He was probably close to eventually getting into trouble.

“Okay, so… see you around?” He asked. Elia smiled, which made Filippo smile too. It wasn’t perfect, still very very awkward, but Filippo believed that was the start of a completely new era of his history with Elia Santini.

[saraspamz]

Elippoweek day six: firsts

What could be better?

«I'm going to take you out for dinner tomorrow.»

«Is it like a date?»

Filo smiled, seeing Elia's wide smile.

«Yes, it's a date.»

Elia and Filippo had been together for three weeks, but they never had a real date. They were both new with the whole "boyfriends" thing, so they had decided to take it slow. They had spent a lot of time cuddling and kissing, and they had done things that Elia didn't think were possible (How could a lip ring do that?!), but they had never gone out as a couple and they hadn't told their friends yet.

But now Filippo decided that they were ready to make it official. He planned to take Elia out for dinner and to ask him officially to be his boyfriend.

What could have gone wrong?

*

Filo wanted his first date with Elia to be perfect. He had chosen a small restaurant on the river Tiber, far from the chaos and the stress of the city center.

It would be just the two of them and the night sky.

«Do you like it?»

Elia looked around, amazed.

«It's perfect, Filo. No one's never done that for me before.»

«You're special, Eli, and you deserve something special.»

Elia leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Filippo's lips.

«Thank you, honey.»

Filippo felt his heart melting in his chest.

«Let's go inside.»

Filippo took Elia's hand and came into the restaurant.

*

Their first date was going exactly as Filippo planned. They ate a lot, they talked and laughed and they spent a lot of time just looking in each other eyes.

It was the perfect date, and Filippo decided that it was a good moment to tell Elia what he wanted. The time was right to ask Elia to be a real thing.

«Eli...»

«Yes?»

And Filippo was going to tell him everything, when he saw the last thing he expected to see there.

«Oh shit!»

«Oh, wow. What a beautiful thing to say to someone during a date!»

Elia laughed, but Filippo was serious.

«Turn to your left without being seen...»

Elia turned.

«Shit! What are they doing here?»

When Filippo had chosen the restaurant, he had been careful to choose one far from the places they usually went to with their friends.

So he didn't expect to see Martino and Niccolò there.

«Do you think they saw us?»

«Not yet...»

«What can we do now?»

«Okay, take my jacket.» Filippo gave Elia his black jeans jacket.

Elia wore it.

«Okay, then?»

«Put the hood up and move your chair so you'll cover me. And then we'll have to hope that they don't recognize us.»

«Why can't we just say "Hey boys, things between us have changed and now we are out on a date."?»

«Do you really want to come out to your best friends like that?»

«Okay, maybe you're right.»

«Shit, Eli! They saw me.»

«What do we do now?»

«Stand up and go to the bathroom until they leave me.»

«Okay.»

Elia left, and Marti and Nicco reached Filippo.

«Filo! We didn't expect to see you here!»

«Marti! Nicco! Yes, me neither. Why did you choose this place?»

«We wanted a break from the city. What about you? This doesn't look like "your place".»

«Okay, Marti... I've been hooking up with this guy for a while and I think this is getting serious. So I decided to ask him out on a date and to ask him to be something.»

«Filo, that's beautiful! Why didn't you tell us you were seeing someone?»

Filippo laughed. If only Martino knew...

«I wasn't sure if it'd end up somewhere.»

«Oh, okay. Can we sit here?»

Oh, no.

«Marti, please... He's just gone to the bathroom, but he'll be back soon.»

«But we want to meet him, Filo.»

They wanted to meet his new lover. They wanted to meet Elia, one of their best friends. It was pretty ironic.

«Come on, Marti, let's go.»

Nicco tried to save him, but he couldn't.

«Please, Nicco. I just want to make sure he's a nice guy!»

«I'm sure he is, if Filo chose him. Now come with me.»

But Martino had already sat down.

Filippo sent a quick text to Elia

to: Eli💛

you have pretty boring friends :)

Elia read the text and rolled his eyes.

to: Filo🧡

Do I have to remember you that they're your friends, too?

to: Eli 💛

okay, you got a point. but Marti decided that he wants to meet my date, to make sure he's a good guy.

to: Filo🧡

do you think Marti would think that I'm a good guy for you?

to: Eli💛

mh, idk. do you wanna know?

to: Filo🧡

I'm coming.

Elia came back to the table and found Martino and Niccolò sitting with Filippo and talking.

«So... What's he like?»

«Well, he's handsome of course. And he's smart, and brave, and funny. He makes me feel good, he's fantastic. I think he's the one... So I decided to take the big step and ask him to be my boyfriend.»

Elia couldn't believe it.

Filippo wanted him to be his boyfriend.

He felt tears of joy coming to his eyes.

«Oh, Filo. Here he is!»

Filippo turned to Elia, and the younger boy placed a soft kiss on his lips.

«Do you really want me to be your boyfriend?»

«Of course. We've been spending all the time together for three weeks now, and I think I'm ready for this.»

«I want to be your boyfriend, Filo. I want it so bad.»

Niccolò was watching the scene with a big smile on his face, but Martino was looking at them with a confused look.

«How strange! Filo, your boyfriend's voice sounds exactly like Elia's voice!»

Filo and Elia looked at each other and started to laugh.

«How strange, Marti! I really don't know why!» Elia said, putting the hood down and turning to Marti.

«Elia? What are you doing here?»

Elia and Filo couldn't stop laughing, and soon Nicco joined them.

«What do you think I'm doing, Marti? I was out on a date with my boyfriend when you decided to come here and mess it up!»

«But...» Martino seemed to be confused. «But you're straight Elia.»

«I assure you he isn't.» Filippo said, laughing.

«I never said that Marti.»

«Okay, guys, I'm happy for you and I'm sorry for messing up your first date. Now we're going to leave you alone. Let's go, Marti.»

«But Nì... I want to know everything! When did it start? How long have you liked each other? And have you already had-»

«Okay, Bambi, come with me. I'm sorry guys, we didn't mean to.»

Elia and Filippo looked at each other again, and then they kissed. It was their first kiss as boyfriends.

«Okay, so I guess it was a good night. I went on a date with an handsome guy, I got a boyfriend and I came out to two of my friends. What could be better?»

[aspeckof-stardust]

remind me of how we met

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Summary: “If there was one thing that bothered Elia about his relationship with Filippo it was the fact he didn’t remember how they had met. Which, in retrospect, didn’t say much about their relationship exactly, but rather about Elia, who was actually pretty sure Filippo knew how it had happened but loved to see him suffer and wouldn’t utter a single word about it.”

in which Elia and Filippo have been dating for a few months when Elia discovers he doesn’t remember how he and his boyfriend had met.

[edwardmuns0n]

a very small spoiler of elippo week day 1 (roommates) [eng/ita]

[ENG]

"marti, marti, i'm so sorry, i know it's late, but i don't know what to do. my dad, my dad, he-he-" and he started to cry and sobb again. "i just want to go away from this house marti, i'm so fucking scared, i can't breath" [...] "marti, please, please i beg you, let me stay at yours for some days, please, just the time to let him calm down, please" the audio ended. his desperation in his voice breaked your heart. you dried your tears, answering to Martino with "holy shit darling, who is he?"

[ITA]

"Marti, Marti, mi dispiace, so che è tardi, ma non so cosa fare. Mio padre, mio padre, lui-lui-" e ha iniziato a piangere e singhiozzare di nuovo "Voglio solo andarmene da sta casa Marti, ho così tanta paura, non riesco a respirare." [...] "Marti, ti prego, ti prego, lasciami stare da te per qualche giorno, per favore, il tempo di farlo calmare, per favore" finì l'audio. la sua disperazione nella sua voce ti spezzò il cuore. ti asciugasti le lacrime, rispondendo a Martino con "cristo santo tesoro, chi è?!?".