#luca fic

[pallojaketjux]

Fic Rec:

When In Venice - Chapter 1 - japanken - Luca (2021) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42568251/chapters/106923282

Masterful. I am in shambles. 😭🔥

Art by @candykale 💙🐟

[pinkoctoberbones]

She says it, and Luca freezes.

“What did you say?”

Giulia twists her lips down into a frown, one she wears often when she’s puzzled.

“I know, I said.”

Two weeks away from their ride back to Portorosso, and Luca was beginning to panic — just a little. He’d dragged Giulia off into her Mamà’s garden, lush and green and spotted with roses (he recognized them best of all), and swore her into secrecy.

Luca was at a loss for words. “What do you mean, ‘you know’?”

Giulia scoffed. “Luca, you’re not as secretive as you’d like to think you are,” she blows a strand of curly, red hair out of her face and shrugs. “Papà and I knew you were hiding something from the moment you sat down for dinner.”

Luca scrunches his nose. “What? No,” he shakes his head. “I’m not talking about us being sea monsters.”

“Neither am I,” Giulia replied, lightning fast. “Papà and I assumed that you and Alberto were just hiding the fact that you were an item.”

At the blatant look of desperate confusion on the poor boy’s face, Giulia rephrased.

“A thing?” Nothing; no reaction, and no understanding. “Like, a couple?”

“A couple of what?”

“Dating, Luca! We thought you were dating.”

After a long moment, Luca squinted. “Dating who?”

“Santa pecorino- Luca,” she pressed her hands together before her lips and exhaled. “We both assumed that your little segreto was that you and Alberto were dating each other.”

Luca’s face went pink, and she knew it wasn’t sunburn. He couldn’t sunburn. Especially not that quickly. “What?”

Giulia nodded. “Which, apparently, you weren’t. I know that now.”

“You’ve known for a while, right?”

A pause. “I know that now.”

He couldn’t believe it. “You thought that- that we—” his cheeks burned. “This whole time?”

“What else was I supposed to think? You two weren’t exactly subtle.”

“Apparently we weren’t obvious either!” He pressed a hand to his face, hoping that cold blood would cool him down. He’d learned that in biology, but it seemed that his blood was versatile between The Change.

“Well? What does it matter?” Giulia shrugged again, earnestly. “You like him now.”

“I’ve liked him the whole time, Giulia!” He facepalmed, this time. “I just didn’t know!”

“Well, then, I could have saved you a whole lot of time, couldn’t I?”

The silence that fell over them both — Luca stewing in the sheer astonishment and laugh-less hilarity of it all, and Giulia waiting for him to buck up and speak again — was like cool waves over the undertow.

Finally, Luca drew in a deep breath, and spoke around the hands slapped to his face.

“What am I gonna do?”

Giulia, despite how Luca felt, let a small smile rise on her face. Looping an arm around his shoulders, she pulled him closer.

“You’ll figure it out. You both will.”

Two weeks later, when Luca got off that train, he did. Alberto did, too. The pieces fell into place, and suddenly, there was nothing left to hide.

[helioleti]

Behind the scenes comic of chapter 8 of my Luberto fic The Bike Shop😎😎

[callmefitz]

fine. fine I did it. luca fic where massimo is trying to be a good parent for his teenage fish son. yes its the painfully awkward i know you’re gay talk. i wrote this at 2 am while projecting so this isn’t shakespeare, just a vibe. set sometime 3-4 years after the film but i think it’s implied enough.

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Alberto ran up the stairs, threw open the door, dropped his hat on the table and hastily washed his hands at the sink.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said breathlessly, wiping his hands on the front of his shirt, “I got caught up in, uh, well-“

“Showing off?” Massimo offered, turning from his workstation in the kitchen. Alberto laughed nervously and nodded- then paused- and shook his head while looking away.

“Well, I prefer the term ‘sharing with the community’” Alberto offered, before pulling out a large pot and placing it on the stove.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Massimo returned to the cutting the fish, “It’s a nice bike.”

It was a nice bike. Nice enough that the kids in Portorossa frequently begged Alberto to let them sit on it or ride it around the plaza. And who was he to say no? It was the coolest thing he had ever set his eyes on, let alone owned. Of course he let them use it. Alberto had been saving up his tip money from fish delivery all winter to buy it: a shiny, brand-new, red-hot Vesta. Just like the one Erocle used to parade around town on. Giulia and Luca were going to be so excited.

Alberto began pouring cups of water into the pot as he raised the heat, waiting for it to hit a soft boil. “So how much time do we have?”

Massimo glanced out the window facing the countryside, where the distance etchings of train tracks were visible, “About an hour. Luca’s parents will meet us at the station. Then, dinner.”

“An hour. Right. We can work with that,” Alberto said, mainly to himself, as Massimo continued with his fish. They both fell into a steady rhythm, as they stirred and simmered an outrageous amount of food.

While his hands were lost in repetition, Alberto’s mind wandered to Luca. Massimo liked to joke about how Luca never truly left, with all the letters and phone calls sent, but Alberto couldn’t disagree more. Words couldn’t capture the way Luca would say things, like how he yelled when he was excited and talk quickly when he was nervous. And sure, Alberto could read between the lines, and infer things, like how scrunched up words meant Luca was happy or excited and messy letters and wonky lines meant he was tired, but it wasn’t the real thing. And phone calls, while better, were fewer and far inbetween, and couldn’t capture the way Luca would move when talking, whether it was the way he walked or gestured, or the faces he would make and the way he would touch your shoulder or grab your arm to make a point. So no- Luca had truly left, and while Alberto had seen glimpses and pieces throughout the months, he preferred the whole Luca he got during the summer.

One hour. One hour and Alberto wouldn’t have to rely just on letters and voices. It would be just them again, like it was every summer, whether it be sleeping under the stars in Giulia’s hideout, or swimming out to the island to watch the sunsets, or spending afternoons filling up on gelato and playing futbol on the hot pavement. Giulia would be there too, and the trio would finally be complete. Just like how it was that first summer, and just how it was now.

Had Alberto mentioned he was excited?

“The pasta is boiling over,” Massimo provided helpfully, and Alberto was thrust back into reality.

He swore under his breath, moving the pot to another eye and turning the stove off. He sighed and grabbed for a towel to wipe the sides of the pot. Turning his back to Massimo, he began searching for a strainer, but was interrupted.

“Alberto.” Massimo put his knife down and turned slightly. His face was drawn so that his eyes peeked out from under his eyebrows and bore down to Alberto (no matter how tall Alberto got, Massimo was always, well, massive).

“There is something we need to talk about before the train comes in.”

And there it was. Or, rather, there it wasn’t, because those words never came out of Massimo’s mouth. Maybe it was because, despite everything between them, Massimo just wasn’t a big feelings guy. He was a man of few words who would rather hand-paint signs, mend hats, and hand-make pasta than say “I love you.” Not that Alberto cared much, about that, he couldn’t complain honestly, but the point was that Massimo never “had talks”. If something was serious to discuss in private, it was always “Alberto, a word”. Because Massimo was a man of few words. So it was understandable, then, that that string of words elicited panic in Alberto. Because never in a million years, not even when Massimo first asked Alberto to stay with him, did they ever have something they needed to talk about.

Good thing Alberto was good at handling panic. He was basically an expert.

“Yeah, like what?”

He held his elbow out to lean against the counter in a calm manner, but missed and instead landed on the red hot stove eye. All while maintaining a smirk-turned-grimace. Yep. Expert.

That was going to hurt later. A lot.

Massimo looked at Alberto, searching for something in his face, and, upon finding it, sighed, and turned to the window where the train-tracks were. Absentmindedly, he turned the faucet of the sink on, and letting it cool for a moment, held a rag under it. Once it was wet enough, he handed it to Alberto.

“Luca is a... good kid, no?” Massimo led after a moment of contemplation. Alberto took the rag, but his face scrunched up in confusion as he held it to his elbow. Faintly, he felt the familiar tingle of flesh-turning scale as the coolness took the edge from the burn. But the beginnings of a frown was settling on Alberto as he followed Massimo’s gaze to the train tracks.

“Yeah?”

Massimo nodded. “He is very smart. He writes often. He knows fish... but not as well as you do.”

Alberto inched closer to Massimo, “Yeah, he’s pretty cool. One of my best friends but... I think you know that.”

“He is a very good friend,” Massimo said, but something felt strange about the way he said it, “Handsome, too.”

Alberto’s body froze and his face heated up. Before he could say anything contradictory, however, Massimo continued.

“I know the way you two look at each other. Young love. It’s a good thing, especially when it’s between friends who have known each other for so long.” Massimo said slowly, “And if you ever want to take Luca out for some gelato on your Vespa... then I will be very happy for you, Beto. He’s a good kid. Good for you.”

Alberto wasn’t going to lie. He had thought about it, once or twice. In his head it always played out so incredibly natural, that a part of him assumed it would eventually happen. Giulia would be busy, either delivering fish or volunteering for the cup, and he and Luca would be on their own for the day. Maybe they bike to the top of Portorosso, or maybe they went out to the island or climbed a roof to watch the stars. Sometimes it would be just them having dinner together, and something would give- one of them would brush hands with the other, lean in just a little too close and stay there... then... well, it would be just like it to was. But more. And selfishly, maybe if they were more, Luca wouldn’t leave at the end of the season.

But Alberto couldn’t think like that. Luca loved school more than anything. Well, almost anything. He would never want to take that from him.

But Massimo was right. Luca was handsome. Summers in Portorosso had been kind to him, and they’ve both put on some healthy weight and muscle over the years. Even if they hadn’t been friends, Alberto had no doubt he would have been fond of Luca regardless.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon,” Albert said candidly. “But... Thanks. For that. I guess.”

Massimo shrugged. “You’d be surprised. Giulia tells me a lot.”

Impossible scenarios ran through Alberto’s head. The wheels were spinning so fast that smoke was practically spewing from his ears.

“Like what?”

Massimo glanced out the window again, “I guess he’ll just have to tell you when he gets here.”

[mitwodlemi]

[SPOILERS FOR THE FIC “You Are My Sunshine (Tu sei l'amore, il solo amore)” By SomeoneHideTheTequila]

Hey have you guys read this Luca fic yet? Because I think it might be my favorite. So much so that immediately after reading the latest two chapters I made a bunch of goofy art about it! It’s seriously a fantastic story that my ugly 3am insanity doodles could never do justice. Please go read it right now you won’t regret it I swear. It’s still being written so this would be a good time to hop into the story!

I tried to draw some of the ocs, not sure how well they came out though… As you can tell I am fond of Antonio, he is terrible and I think I love him. I also love Signora Corallo very much and I want to marry her (sorry Massimo.) The Tonno sisters and Marco didn’t get as many drawings because I couldn’t figure out how to draw them yet so… I dunno. Maybe I’ll give it another shot later.

Anyways, I’ve said enough. Go read the fic It’s crazy good!!!!!

[nyungies]

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Chapter 13 preview:

What subjects would he paint?

His family? For sure.

Luca? Definitely. With those beautiful scales and eyes that shone like stars, he would be a fool to not think of him.

What would Luca think of these paintings? All of these sculptures?

Would he understand the story being told?

The golden halos, the swords, the angelic figures that spiraled around in Tintoretto’s Paradise.

Would he have ever heard of heaven?

[atomicradio]

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My Luca fic chapter 1 is uploaded! Chapter 2 is in the works :D

[lost1nspac3]

Luca had always been different than everyone else at school, for many reasons. The main one being that he wasn’t from the surface- he didn’t know that all the things he thought were wondrous and new were normal to everyone else.

 

He knew not all people would be accepting of him, and that’s why he had to keep everything such a big secret. That why he had to listen to the Bruno in his head- he had to keep to himself, and this made him feel alone. Yeah, he still had Giulia, who he cared about deeply, but she wasn’t Alberto. There was just something different about his friendship with Alberto. There was something more, but he didn’t know what that ‘more’ was.

FULL FIC::

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