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GuidoxCiccio fanfiction Chapter 1

So, I realised that I've never posted fanfiction on Tumblr before, so this might be a mess. Either way, here's the first chapter: ( I know it's a short one, but I think it'll be fine anyway )

Guido's dad knocked on Guido's door before he opened it. Guido sat on the floor with his head in his hands. 

"Son, are you ok?" Frederico asked with one hand on the door handle. Ready to close the door if necessary.

"Yes, Frederico. I'm fine. I'm just preparing. Ciccio is coming to pick me up today," Guido explained, but keep his head in his hands. Frederico glanced around Guido's room, leaving some space before speaking again. Guido's bed with the dark overcast was neatly made, his clean clothes were all folded and ready to be put away and his desk was the messiest it's been in a while. All over the desk were pens, sketches, and ripped-out pieces of newspapers. 

"Have you gotten one?" 

"I haven’t had an attack in a couple of weeks, papá," Guido reassured his dad, still not changing his position on the floor. 

"Well, good. Because Ciccio is here now," Frederico said gently and Guido shot up from the floor. He stumbled slightly as his body adjusted to the sudden change. Quickly, he turned to face his dad and asked if he looked ok before Frederico put his hands on Guido's shoulders. 

"Ragazzo. You look fine," he said, forcing Guido to take a few breaths and relax. He then ruffled his boy's hair and smiled. 

"Everything's ok," he assured and opened the bedroom door a bit more behind him to let Guido out. Before Guido went down the stairs leading to the hallway, he fixed his hair one last time and grinned nervously.

Guido hurried down the stairs, taking two steps at a time until he reached the hallway. Ciccio stood calmly by the opened entrance door. He smiled and waved as soon as he saw his friend. Around his wrist was a shell bracelet. Ercole had said it looked stupid and was for women anyway, which is why Ciccio hadn't worn it often. Guido relaxed almost instantly where he stood on the stairs. Ciccio smiled back, waiting for Guido to say goodbye to his family before talking to him. Rushing down the last few steps of stairs, Guido put on his light blue running shoes. 

"Bye, mamá!" Guido shouted into the kitchen where his mother was washing the dishes by the sink.

"Have fun, figlio mio!" she shouted back, putting another plate down on a stack.

Once they exited the house they didn’t have to walk far before getting to the town square. As usual, there were lots of children playing football despite the sign that forbid it. It was noisy and hard to concentrate on what he and Ciccio were saying to each other, so they decided to walk by the stone-covered shore. A house cast a large shadow over them and thus they sat down in the shade, in peace. The waves rolled in front of them, and they fell into a peaceful silence. However, a question had been nagging on the back of Guido’s mind for a while now.

"Do you ever... think about Ercole?" Guido asked and started biting on the inside of his cheek. Ciccio looked over the slowly flowing water as he thought about his answer.

Ciccio nodded. "Yeah."

"Can I ask why you joined him?" 

"I mean, why not. I'll tell you," Ciccio leaned his head back as he thought back to 6 years ago. 

"I was pretty lonely, you know. Mostly, I would help my dad with the fishing and didn’t have a lot of time outside of school," he started. Guido had utterly forgotten about his teeth crunching the inside of his cheek as he listened to his friend's story. 

"And I think Ercole realized since I was a pretty big kid, he could use me as a bodyguard." Guido made a low agreeing sound and wiggled his legs over the water.

"Do you ever... regret what you did?" 

"Yeah. That too," he whispered, looking at Guido from the corner of his eyes, and grinning. Guido swallowed and turned his head towards the water. 

"How about you?" Ciccio asked and Guido frose. 

"What?" he squeaked and suddenly became very interested in the foamy waves. 

"Why did you join Ercole?" Ciccio clarified. 

"Right," Guido whispered, planning what he would say.

"I guess I didn't want to get picked on. I mean, you know why we started picking on Luca and Alberto." Guido looked back at Ciccio.

"Why would Ercole ever pick on you?" 

"You know..." Guido hesitated for a moment. He gesticulated in front of him with his hands as he tried to find the words. When he decided it was not the right time to explain, he stopped trying to. 

"Eh... don't worry about it," he breathed and wiggled his feet over the slow ocean.

"Right," Ciccio said, figuring it wouldn't help to stay on the topic. 

"So... what else have you planned for today?" Guido asked, changing the subject. 

"I thought we could try going for a run," he suggested with a jokingly pained voice. 

"Going for a run? You never enjoyed running before,"

"True, but I think doing things you like is just as good," Ciccio added, letting Guido form his own opinions.

"Now?"

"Why not?"

Guido stood up, shaking his legs in preparation, and turned to Ciccio. He continued to grin at Guido until they set off for a jog around town.

Tincrow pencil drawing

I may not be the best and this may not be tincrow exactly, but here it is anyway.

This is from the third Oz book when they first talk to the princes with the many heads ( I forgot her name for right now ).

GuidoxCiccio fanfiction Chapter 6

Guido has something important to say and he'd feel much safer in Ciccio's company. This and a few of the following chapters contain some bits of homophobia, more or less. Just like a quick head's up.

The next day.

A hollow echo followed the knock on the deep blue door. Guido's throat felt dry as he waited for someone to open it for him. Preferably Ciccio, so he wouldn't have to explain himself more than necessary. Someone walked down the stairs from inside the yellow house. The door got unlocked with a satisfying click and a woman opened it. She had blond, straight hair and warm green eyes which locked onto him immediately. 

"Ciao, Guido," she greeted him and ruffled his hair. "No shenanigans today?" It was phrased like a joke but he could see the seriousness flow over her face. He knew what the people in town thought of Ercole, and he and Ciccio were pretty much associated with that bastard. 

"Not at all. Would you mind if I talked to Ciccio?"

"No, you can talk to him," she said and shouted up the stairs after Ciccio. Screaming something about him having a visitor and soon enough, Ciccio hurried down the stairs. 

"Bye mamá," Ciccio said almost instantly before she had time to ruffle his hair as well. He stepped out of the house and closed the door behind him. Ciccio looked a bit sheepish as he looked up at his friend, but he stayed quiet, wanting Guido to start talking. After all, Guido had come to his house. Guido practically never visited Ciccio's house. 

"So..." Guido started, not making eye contact. "I want to-" he stopped, breathed, and tried again. 

"I want to come out... to you," Guido mumbled while keeping his eyes on the ground and his hands shoved in his pockets. Ciccio hummed, gesturing for Guido to go on. When he didn't, Ciccio got concerned.

"Is it too crowded here?" 

"No, here's good,"

"Then I'm all ears," Ciccio offered and fell silent again. Guido cleared his throat. 

"I'm... I'm homosexual," he started, feeling his cheeks burn. Ciccio stood silent, seeing if there was anything more he wanted to say. 

"A-and I don't feel physical attraction," he said and breathed out. 

Guido shut his eyes. Ciccio's breathing stuck in his throat for a second before he responded with a quiet "Ok. Thank's for telling me." His voice cracked at the last cyclable as he was forced to swallow as well. 

"Yeah..." Guido continued to mumble. "So, I might need some help coming out to my parents," 

"You really want to do that?" Guido nodded in response.

"You know it's ok to not come out as well."

"I know. But I want to." 

"Ok, then I'll help with whatever you need," Ciccio said decisively, grabbing Guido's shoulder as they started walking towards Guido's house. 

Elena and Frederico sat down on the first brown leather couch in the living room. Guido and Ciccio were sitting in the other one, about a meter apart on the opposite side. In the middle of the two couches was a table. The door to the kitchen was behind Guido and the rug underneath their feet felt fuzzy. 

"Ragazzi? Is there a problem?" Frederico asked, concerned. Ciccio had decided to let Guido do most of the talking. It was him coming out anyway. The boy in question fiddled with the edge of his shorts and stared at his knees as he shook his head at his parent's question. 

"I'm... I'm queer," Guido breathed. Elena froze in her seat, staring wide-eyed at her son in disbelief. Frederico leaned back in his seat with a relaxed grin and a confident smirk. 

Guido’s hair fell over his face. He used it as a form of barrier and looked through it at his mother. Elena's mouth hung open as if she felt deeply offended while being at a loss for words. 

"E-elaborate." she managed to stutter out. 

"I like boys. I'm homosexual," Guido clarified, watching for a further reaction. Elena breathed in again, almost without breathing out. Ciccio could hint at a tear rolling down Guido's face and falling to his knee. Frederico laughed for himself. 

"I knew," he said, relaxing more into the cushion. The air got sucked out of Guido's lungs as he straightened his back in a jolt to look at his father. 

"You knew?!" Elena and Guido asked in unison. Elena was in disbelief and Guido in relief. Another tear rolled down his cheek. 

"How?" Elena demanded and Frederico gestured towards his son as if that would explain the whole situation.

"Don't be silly," he started, addressing Guido more than Elena. "I've seen the way you look at-" Frederico hesitated. Guido shook his head, almost unnoticeably at his father who shut himself up. 

Next to Guido, Ciccio kept a close eye on Elena while still listening more intensely to the conversation than Guido had ever seen him before. 

"Whatever," Frederico finished. 

"You didn't tell me!" Elena accused her husband and Frederico forced himself to turn and face her. 

"Of course. I wouldn't want to break his trust like that. Besides, it's his choice to come out to us, I think you should be a little more accepting."

"But-"

"Elena. He's your son. Treat him like it," Frederico demanded and Elena quieted down. Tears streamed down Guido's face. He looked at his mother with her stunned wide eyes. His father with his relaxed posture and grin. And then he turned towards Ciccio. 

Ciccio was tense, taking the situation extremely seriously. He was so close to just asking for a hug at that point, but he couldn't. Especially not in front of his parents. After a moment, they broke eye contact and Guido turned back to face his parents, trying to shake the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around the boy. Desperately, he tried to distract his brain. Keeping his mind on something else would help. At least it helped before.

"I just thought that... since the townspeople became so accepting of the sea... people," he tried, not wanting to call them monsters. "Maybe the town would accept me as well." 

"Of course we accept you," Frederico assured him with a glare at his wife. "Right, dear?" he continued, strained and forced.

"Eh... of course, sweety," Elena muttered between her teeth and smiled tiredly, still not hiding the betrayal on her face. 

"You kids go and play or something. Your papá and I need to talk," Elena demanded and Ciccio patted Guido on the back before standing up. Guido followed him out the front door, after sending a thankful look to Frederico. They made sure to close the door behind them as they could hear Guido's parents' voices speeding up as they talked. Silently, Guido led himself and Ciccio to the back of the house underneath the living room window. He sat down on the freshly cut grass and leaned his back against the wall. Ciccio sat down beside him, similarly to how they sat inside. 

"That went... well?" Ciccio offered, closing his fist in his pocket. 

"Seredo di sí," Guido agreed and leaned his head against the wall as well. He wouldn't have anything against leaning his head against Ciccio instead, but he couldn't ask for that. Not yet. His brain was filled to the brim with nothing and everything at the same time. So instead he let their conversation slip away, trying to focus on other things. In theory, a piece of cake. In practice, impossible. And he found himself involuntarily leaning closer. Not touching but close. Guido shot up, almost hitting his head on the window sill as he made his way back inside his house with Ciccio behind him. His parents had gone quiet in the living room and Guido sneaked upstairs, guiding Ciccio into his room. Ciccio followed him without asking any questions, smiling when Guido turned around to check if he was still there. 

"You can stay here with me if you want," Guido offered with a gesture to the inside of his room. "I will be kind of doing my own thing though."

"That's fine," Ciccio grinned and followed Guido inside. He made himself comfortable on the floor leaning against Guido's bed as Guido walked around, throwing away papers from his desk and roof. They quietly talked with each other and Ciccio even offered to help sort through what to keep and what to throw away, but Guido wouldn't let him. Guido usually liked to keep his room pretty stacked with papers, but it was starting to feel tight and small. Ciccio didn't mind. It was easy to talk to Guido when he wasn't fully focused either way. Sure, you could have better and more accurate conversations when he was concentrating. But the less meaningful talks when he was preoccupied in general made him a lot more relaxed. 

"So... your parents have quieted down," Ciccio started, his eyes following Guido as he smoothly moved around in his room.

"Yeah... they have. I wonder what they talked about," Guido mumbled, flipping through a stack of papers he had found underneath another stack of papers. The stairs creaked as someone walked up and knocked on Guido's door. Usually, whoever was on the other side of the door waited for permission to walk inside, but this time was an exception. Frederico stumbled in and closed the door behind himself. He was about to say something to Guido, probably mentioning the reason why he walked in so bluntly when he saw Ciccio. 

"Oh... hello," he said to their visitor before turning back to his son.

"Ragazzo, I and your mamá are going to go on a little trip. We'll be back after a few days. Do you think you could be alone for that long?" he asked. Guido placed the stack of papers he was holding on the edge of the bed. 

"Quando?" 

"We're leaving on Tuesday and we'll be back Friday morning," Frederico explained, shooting a glance at Ciccio sitting on the bedroom floor. 

"Yeah, I'll be fine. It's just two days," Guido said and Frederico smiled as he walked backwards out of the room. 

GuidoxCiccio fanfiction Chapter 7

It took me a while to figure out exactly how to word everything in this chapter, but in the end, I'm pretty proud of this one.

That Tuesday.

It was so quiet. The whole house felt gapingly empty while Guido made his breakfast. The other chairs around the dinner table stood alone. He already missed the usual routine with his family. Frederico had kept the spirits up to the best of his abilities before the trip. Making food wasn't hard either, Guido knew how to do it. But nobody was walking up or down the stairs, nobody listened to music and nobody walked in or out of the house. All this except for Guido. Frederico made a point to call at least once a day. He liked to make sure that Guido had eaten breakfast, and then call again after dinner. 

The boy had walked around the house in solitude during the first day, distracting himself with books or chores whenever his brain would allow him to. That is when he could break his thoughts from Ciccio long enough to figure out something else to do. After dinner on the first day, he'd already sat on every surface besides a chair in the entire house and contemplated why his brain was being so irritating for at least an hour collectively. The sun lowered itself over the town as Guido paced the floor of the living room. His fingers kept tapping on his legs as he walked, desperately trying to focus enough to remember where he left the paper with the phone number Frederico would be using during the trip. 

The ringtone rang out from the kitchen and Guido sprinted over to answer it. 

"Ciao, Ragazzo!" Frederico's voice rang metallically in Guido's ear. 

"Papá? Did something happen?" Guido asked and sat down on the counter next to the phone. 

"Not even a hello?" 

"Scusi papá. Didn't think of it," Guido replied, starting to play with the little plastic circles on the phone holder. Frederico laughed on the other end and answered Guido's question. Guido sighed into the phone while looking out at the sunset. 

“So what have you been doing today?” Frederico asked metallically through the phone. 

"I'm not sure what you want me to say. I stayed at home for the whole day," 

"Really? Not leaving at all?"

"I didn't have time." 

"What did you do the whole day then?" Frederico sounded honestly baffled. To be fair though, they didn't have time to talk that much during the other time Frederico called that day, so Guido could forgive him. 

"You know... stuff," 

"You know... nothing," Frederico corrected and Guido couldn't help but laugh. He groaned theatrically into the phone, shoving another laugh down his throat. They talked a little more, and Frederico said that Elena was “doing better”. Guido didn’t really know what that meant but he decided that it wasn’t worth it to ask. 

Frederico hung up the phone and Guido dragged himself up the stairs and into his room. He debated on going out the window, but it didn't feel right. Not when he could just walk out the door. He also didn't want to leave the house without anyone inside. Staring at the roof, he realized how empty it was without all the papers. 

"I should try and get some posters or something," he mumbled to himself and wormed into bed. Since his parents weren't home, he didn't bother to change into pyjamas, but he did brush his teeth with the toothbrush he kept by his bedside table. And while drifting off to sleep soon after, he convinced himself to invite Ciccio over tomorrow to avoid staying alone. Even if it meant dealing with those strange, not-so-new feelings. 

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"You ok being alone like this?" Ciccio asked as he stepped inside. Guido smiled and nodded. 

"Oh, have you eaten?" Guido asked, gesturing toward the kitchen and offering some leftovers in case he wanted them. 

"Yes, I've eaten. You don't have to do anything."

"Good," Guido hummed and jolted as the phone rang in the kitchen. Must be Frederico, he thought. Smiling uncertainly, he wondered why Frederico hadn't called earlier as he promised. 

"Would you mind if I answered that?" He asked, again vaguely gesturing to the phone on the kitchen counter. 

"No. Go ahead." 

"Thank you."

Guido picked up the red handle, recognizing the voice immediately as his dad.

"Ragazzo! How're you doing today," Frederico asked after whispering something to someone next to him. 

"I'm good, but I kind of have a guest over right now..." Guido mumbled and decided against sitting on the table. Frederico snickered on the other side. In the corner of his eye, he saw Ciccio enter the kitchen as well.

"Are you with your Ciccio?" he asked, hesitating at the end. The 'your' was a mistake, and Guido sighed heavily.

"Yes, papá. I'm with my boyfr-" Guido froze. Stuttering escaped his mouth as tried to think of something to say, before mumbling into the phone. 

"S-Scusi, I have to hang up." He slowly placed the handle back on the holder and stared at the wall. 

"Cazzo," he breathed quietly and tried to mentally prepare himself. Ciccio had no doubt heard him... maybe he could play it off as a mistake. 

"What?" Ciccio's voice cracked. Guido hesitated. There was still time to pretend like it was a mistake. And Guido didn’t want to. Wanting to tell him, but not wanting him to know was eating away at Guido's heart. 

"Boyfriend?" Ciccio asked, a small smile creeping onto his face as Guido looked away, not wanting to show how red he thought he was.  

"Lo errore," Guido mumbled, folded his arms, and kept his eyes as far from Ciccio's face as possible. Ciccio didn’t say anything, and so Guido started to feel the nervousness creeping up on him like flooding water. He made a split decision. This was it. Now was one of the best possible times since no one else was around and he could feel secure now that he was at his own home. 

"Though… I wouldn’t mind it," he stuttered, gripping harder at his arms as he forced himself to look over at Ciccio. The other boy's eyes were wide and his ears had turned red.

"Really?" Ciccio asked, hesitating way more than normal. 

"Sí," Guido hummed. "Ti amo, Ciccio."

Ciccio stood stale and quiet for a bit too long. Guido went from feeling brave to feeling nervous. This was the part where Ciccio would reject him in at least half of the daydreams he had about this moment. All color had disappeared from Ciccio's face as he stared back at Guido. 

"S-stai bene?" Guido asked, feeling his confidence slip away like water in a sink as he unfolded his arms. Ciccio started to snicker to himself.

"Perché sei tu...?" Guido tried when he felt a sudden pressure around his ribcage. Ciccio wrapped his arms around Guido in a tight hug that knocked the air out of Guido's lungs. 

"Ciccio..."

"You're speaking Italian, Guido," Ciccio reminded him. "It's no problem though," he continued, squeezing tighter around Guido.

"Does this mean-?" Guido started while hoping for Ciccio to finish his sentence or answer before he had to continue. When he realized that Ciccio wanted to give Guido a chance to finish the sentence by himself, he took a deep breath.

"We’re... boyfriends now?" Ciccio didn't answer straight away, and Guido took the opportunity to relax in the hug. It felt just like he'd imagined it. Ciccio's strength put a lot of pressure on Guido's body. Guido rested his chin on Ciccio's head, feeling Ciccio’s soft hair brush against his cheek and figuring to enjoy every moment while the embrace lasted.

"Sí, tesorino mio," Ciccio finally answered, his voice a bit muffled. "Is that ok?" he asked slowly. Guido nodded smiling even though Ciccio couldn't see it. 

"Sí," he said, not managing to hide the relief and tears in his voice. 

Ciccio let go immediately to cup Guido's face in his hands and look him in the eyes. Guido followed the movement and bent down slightly.

"Do you need to cry?" Ciccio asked softly. Guido shook his head but tears sprung to his eyes anyway. 

"It's ok. You can cry," Ciccio reminded him. Guido reached up and pressed his hand against the back of Ciccio's.

"I know," he whispered, blood rushing to his face as he looked over the boy in front of him. 

"I got to call my dad," Guido remembered, nodding towards the phone standing on the counter. 

"Yeah. Right." Ciccio said as he let go of his new boyfriend and stepped back towards the kitchen stove. Guido shuffled to the phone, found the paper with the temporary phone number on it, and spun the plastic circles to dial the phone number. It didn't ring for long before Frederico picked up. 

"Hey, ragazzo! Are you ok?" 

"Yeah, papá. I'm sorry for hanging up on you," Guido said, slightly muffling his voice with his hand. 

"I feel a bit ashamed," he admitted, turned around to gesture to Ciccio that he didn't have to stay there and wait for him, and threw in a quick smile as Ciccio started to walk up the stairs. 

"It's no problem," Frederico assured. 

"I... have to admit something though," Guido took a deep breath, preparing himself. "Ciccio is... my boyfriend now."

Silence echoed over the line. 

"I-" Guido's dad hesitated, keeping his voice as straight as possible. "I knew it!" he shouted into the phone, making Guido yank the phone handle away from his ear. 

"Elena! Your son has gotten himself a boyfriend!" he continued, but not as close to the phone. Guido slowly put it back close to his ear. On the other end, he could hear a hushed down squeak before Frederico came back.

"Oh, we're so proud of you, ragazzo. We know how hard it can be to say what you mean sometimes." Guido stared at the wall. 

"Thank you."

GuidoxCiccio fanfiction Chapter 10

Personally, I really like this chapter. Though it might have taken me a while to edit it, and so it's released a little later than normal.

A few days later.

Guido placed his weight on his elbow as he leaned over his plate. The dining room walls were covered with sun-bleached yellow wallpaper and a handful of potted plants. Across from him, Ciccio had just finished his food. Frederico and Elena looked at each other over the table, Elena edging Frederico to do something about their son and Frederico meaning there was no harm. Ciccio looked up at Guido and snickered. 

"Guido... you're staring," He mumbled with a smile playing on his lips. 

"Is it a problem?" Guido asked seriously, removing his elbows from the table and blinking emediatly. 

"No. No problem," Ciccio insisted, picking up his plate, standing up and cutlery to place them next to the sink. Guido turned to his dad, a light shining in his eyes. 

"Papá. Can Ciccio sleep over tonight?" 

Elena's face went pale as Frederico smiled warmly at his son. Guido glanced at his mother as well. She looked seconds away from spitting or choking on her drink. 

"If it's ok with his parents as well, then sí. He can." Elena swallowed her drink before choking on it and stared wide-eyed at Frederico. Overjoyed, Guido turned to Ciccio with a grin. 

"I think it should work," Ciccio replied. He asked if he could call and ask and as Frederico nodded at him, he did. Ciccio's mom answered the phone and very quickly agreed to the request. She later said that his dad would be coming by with Ciccio's night things in a few minutes. 

Upstairs, Elena placed spare matres on Guido's floor. Ciccio's father, a tall man with brown alert eyes and curly dark hair, dropped off Ciccio's clothes, toothbrush and other things he might need. It was a warm evening, and Guido's parents went to bed early after dinner. Ciccio spread out his blanket over the spare mattress and brushed his teeth. Guido was already done, sitting cross-legged on his bed. They talked like that, neither of them caring where the conversation went until Guido mentioned leaving through his bedroom window. 

"Guido, that's dangerous!" Ciccio said behind the toothpaste. Guido shrugged and grinned back insecurely. Ciccio rushed to spit out the toothpaste, not wanting to leave the conversation for too long.

"I know..." Guido said when Ciccio came back. "But it's a lot more useful than risking waking up my parents to go outside." Ciccio stuttered, gesturing with his hands while trying to choose what question to ask first. 

"How?" he decided and mentally licked his leg. One of the most unnecessary questions to ask. Guido walked over to the window, opened it and pointed to the outside of the house wall. 

"Just... climb," he tried. Ciccio walked over as well and looked out the window to see where Guido pointed. There were a few dents in the wall, barely big enough to balance on properly. 

"Wha-" Ciccio hesitated and started over. "Guido-" he breathed, running a hand through his hair while gesturing to the dents. 

"I know it's dangerous, but you kind of learn how to do it after a few tries," Guido explained, showing with his hand how he had made it as secure as possible. 

"Can you... show me?" Ciccio asked at a loss, keeping his hand tangled in his hair. Guido flashed him a quick nervous beam as he heaved himself up on the window sill and out the window. Ciccio watched in horrified amazement as Guido climbed down the wall and landed on the grass less than a minute later. 

"How do you get back up again?" Ciccio whispered down to his boyfriend, who nodded and stepped up the living room windowsill and jumped to catch himself on one of the dents in the wall, leaving his legs without anything to place his weight on. As he shakily pulled himself up, he heaved his legs over the windowsill and back into his bedroom. 

"How... how are you not stronger?" Ciccio almost stuttered while he watched Guido close the window again. 

"I mean, I don't do this all that often..." Guido smiled at the other boy's shocked expression. 

"Don't you remember when we pulled Alberto away from Luca?"

"That was a year ago."

"He was and is pretty strong, plus he was putting up a fight."

"He was 14!" Ciccio argued, casting glances at the window, now securely closed. Guido chuckled at his reaction before breathing in sharply. 

"How did it feel when we did that? Or when we threw Ercole in the fountain?" Guido asked, amused and raising his eyebrows. 

"I don't know. Easy?"

"But you thought you were doing all the work?" 

"I just thought Alberto wasn't all that strong and Ercole didn't weigh much!" Ciccio watched as Guido sit down on his bed. 

"You're being in denial, dear," Guido said softly and Ciccio gave up. 

"I suppose you're right," he said finally, sitting down on his mattress. The smile at Guido didn’t waver as he crawled underneath his blanket. 

"Good night," Guido whispered hesitantly as he stood up and turned off the lights. With a sigh, he laid down in his bed, fiddling with his pyjama pants with one hand and the hem of his t-shirt with the other. He didn't feel like being underneath the covers. It would have been too warm anyway. So instead he stared at the roof, which suddenly felt so empty. And he tried to play dead like he usually would. But listening to Ciccio's slow breaths and glancing over at the floor, seeing Ciccio's relaxed face… It was a bit too much to not think about. 

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Ciccio woke up and it was dark outside. Guido had rolled over to the side and he looked down at him. 

"Amorino? What are you doing?" Ciccio asked, his voice raspy from just waking up. Guido sighed and pulled his arms closer to his chest. 

"I couldn't sleep." 

"How much is the clock?" Ciccio asked. Guido blinked slowly, realising how much he wanted to listen to that newly-awoken voice for longer. It made his heart ache and he pushed his arms closer to himself. 

"Two maybe," Guido answered. His eyes were half closed as he pretended to be sleepy. Ciccio hummed. With the silent noise of the house during the night, they looked at each other in the moonlight that shone through the window. 

He relaxed his arm slightly and it fell off the edge of the bed. Ciccio smiled to himself and reached up to grab it. Their fingers intertwined and a slow blush rose to Guido’s cheeks. 

"I can see why you'd want to escape through the window now," Ciccio laughed quietly and Guido nodded with a weak grin, barely being able to think of a response as he listened to Ciccio's hoarse voice. 

"Yeah," he managed. A twitch ran through Guido, like an impulse to stand up and simply walk out the window. 

"But I think you should sleep now," Ciccio said, lifting Guido's hand and placing it back on the edge of the bed. Guido groaned in response and pulled his arm back. 

"Try to go to sleep at least," Ciccio said gently, his voice still raspy, but less so. 

"I can't guarantee it," Guido mumbled, not breaking eye contact. He did feel more secure during the night though since there was barely any light in the room anyway. Ciccio pondered it for a while before standing up on the mattress. 

"So, Amorino," he started. Guido sat up in his bed in response. 

"We have two choices here. Either you just stay still and wait to fall asleep, and only god knows how long that would take," he continued, his voice neither harsh nor judgemental. "Or... you could just snuggle up to me," he offered. Guido must have stopped breathing for a while because Ciccio bent down to check if he was doing ok. 

He managed to take a shaky breath. That was not what he'd expected Ciccio to say. It would probably work though. 

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Ciccio hurried to say, placing a hand on Guido's shoulder. Guido swallowed. 

"No. I want to," he insisted and scooted toward the edge of the bed. Now it was Ciccio's turn to look surprised in the moonlight. 

"On the floor?" he asked, gesturing to the mattress he'd been sleeping on. Guido nodded. "Yeah. I'd rather that over my own bed any night."

Ciccio hummed and stepped back slightly, making room for Guido to stand up as well. 

"I just don't like how my bed feels sometimes," Guido clarified as he slowly laid down on the mattress. Ciccio laid down next to him, not quite sure what to do. He'd most likely offered it as a joke. However, he wouldn't back out. It wasn't like he didn't want to. 

"I don't know what to do..." Guido mumbled, not being able to break eye contact. Ciccio hummed, something he tended to do a lot more when he was tired. 

"You don't have to know," Ciccio whispered. Guido looked back. Ciccio… whose face shone in the moonlight and whose eyes and voice were so gentle it was unbelievable that he used to be the henchman of the town's bully. Guido found himself gently pushing his face into Ciccio's neck, smiling as Ciccio's arms wrapped around him. The bed smelled like Ciccio, and it was a lot more comfortable than his own bed. His bed was always so scratchy and cold but Ciccio's mattress on the floor felt warm and safe. 

He fell asleep like that, close to Ciccio, the blanket reaching up to his hip while covering Ciccio's whole body. Ciccio's chin rested atop Guido's head, keeping Guido close. In his sleep, Guido turned to face the other way and Ciccio let go for a split second, letting Guido move. And as he was done, Ciccio placed his arms back around him. 

—

Elena woke up early that morning. Frederico was still groggy next to her on the bed. She walked down the stairs to prepare breakfast before realising that she had another mouth to feed that morning. Guido tended to be awake pretty early, so it would only be logical for Ciccio to be dragged along too. That is why she didn't bother to keep quiet when walking up the stairs and knocking on the door. Opening the door, she stepped into a room where the morning sun shone through the window and her son's bed was empty. She gasped. It had only happened once or twice before that he'd stayed outside until sunrise. Elena was on her way to step further inside the room when her foot touched the mattress on the floor. She'd completely forgotten about that. 

It looked like Guido had fallen out of his bed and onto Ciccio's mattress. She tried to gasp again, but she already had more than enough air in her lungs. She slowly stepped backwards, closing the door and almost tripping over Frederico. 

"Did- did you see that?" she asked. 

"Yes," Frederico whispered, nodding towards the now-closed bedroom door. 

"It's... unacceptable," she tried hesitantly. Frederico raised his eyebrows. 

"How did Guido look?" he asked. Elena went quiet, thinking back she couldn't remember the look on her son's face. Frederico gestured to the door, edging her to open it again. And she did, reluctantly. 

The sun continued to rise slowly and shone further into the room. 

"He's- he's the little spoon," she complained, pointing to Guido. 

"Yes, but how does he look?" Frederico repeated and she forced herself to look down again. 

"He looks..." she tried to find a word that wasn’t the first word that came to mind. "... happy," she sighed.

"And you want to take that away from him," Frederico mumbled, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Does that seem fair to you?" 

"... No." Guido felt the sun brush across his face and he groaned, shutting his eyes tighter. This caused Ciccio to tighten his grip slightly.  

"Now. If you can change your mind about sea monsters, you can change your mind about them," Frederico insisted, squeezing his wife's shoulder and slowly dragging her along down the stairs. 

"Come on, it's time for breakfast. We'll let them sleep."

As I've said before. This was originally supposed to be only 10 chapters. However, I got some new ideas, so it'll be 11 chapters instead. Yay!

GuidoxCiccio fanfiction Chapter 2

Here's the second chapter! I do want to spoil that there is a curse word toward the end, but it's in Italian. Either way. This chapter's longer with a lot of describing Italian folk dances. I hope it will be enjoyable. :)

About a week later.

The dance festival was approaching, fast. Guido didn't know what to do with himself. He had always stood beside Ercole and Ciccio before, snarlingly observing the townspeople. The people always played the same songs and danced the same way, but they seemed so happy. He supposed that was what the grown people did since they didn't have the race to be in. Guido realized that he would be too old for the race next year as he sat in his bed with his back against the wall. From downstairs, he heard his parents talk loudly with each other. 

"My dear, we are going to dance together today, right?" Frederico asked, his voice a bit muffled through Guido's bedroom door. 

"Frederico! We have been putting off our chores for at least a week! You and I are going to clean!" His mother replied sharply and dropped something big on the floor. 

"But Elena, it's the dance!"

"Darling, if you and I don't do this today, we won't have any plates to eat off of tonight!" Frederico sighed In defeat and started up the vacuum cleaner. 

"Mamá!" Guido called from his room. There were some quick steps up the stairs and then a knock on his bedroom door before she opened it.

"Yes, dear. What is it?" she asked. When she saw him sitting on his bed, she went forward and sat down beside him. 

"Are you feeling well?" 

"Yes, mamá." he sighed and faced her. "Will I have to clean too?" he asked, almost hoping she would say yes.

"Figlio mio! Of course not! It's the dance!"

"But I don't know what to do. And what if Ercole is there?"

"You will manage." For some reason, she sounded so sure of herself. 

"Are you sure I can't stay home and clean instead?" 

"Sí," Elena replied. Her decision was final.

In the hallway, Frederico held a cardboard box. On the top lay the dance festival clothes. The clothes weren't anything super fancy. The women wore black skirts with red, white, or black tops and straw hats while the men wore white button-up shirts, black vests, and black trousers that end by the knees. Most dances were done without shoes as well. Guido had never worn the clothes his parents had gotten for him, mostly because Ercole thought it was stupid and a waste of time. Frederico looked slightly apologetic, but he picked up a shirt from the box and started ironing it. 

"Great…” Guido sighed and got prepared. 

There was going to be lunch after the dances. That was the biggest reason why most of the people that didn't dance went there, Ercole included. A band had set up to the side of the town square, warming up and tuning their musical instruments. The snack stands were brought out and people started to gather. Sadly, old man Tommaso and his wife couldn't make it to the dance today since they had caught the flu and so their children and grandchildren were staying home too. Witch mean there were going to be at least two open spaces in the dance. Guido lit up when he saw a familiar face emerge from the crowd. Ciccio was wearing a similar outfit to his, but Ciccios vest had crocheted flowers stuck onto it, and the smile he wore as he met Guido's eyes looked a bit uncertain. Guido quickly walked over, his bare feet lightly tapping against the ground. 

"Guido," Ciccio said lightheartedly as they meet in the growing crowd. 

"Ciccio," Guido replied in relief. At least he wasn't going to live through this lonely outcast embarrassment in complete solitude.

Giulia, Luca, and Alberto strode onto the town square. All three of them wore similar outfits, but their vests were deep red or blue and Giulia did not wear the typical female hat. They were jumping around excitedly, getting ready for a dance that they had never participated in before. Giulia threw a quick violent glance at Guido and Ciccio. They caught her glare and quickly looked away. 

"Maybe if we keep to ourselves for the entire day, she won't attack us," Guido offered and Ciccio nodded in agreement. 

"Good idea," he whispered back. The band to the corner played a couple of notes and people gathered around the fountain. Guido looked at Ciccio with an uncertain expression. What were they going to do? Stand around and watch?

The first dance was slow and didn't contain a lot of movements. To begin with, the couples went back and forth in front of each other, taking turns between holding their arms in an arc over their heads and going underneath said arch. They would then go in a circle, switching partners for a while. After another round of going underneath and making an arch, they would go around once more and this time, switch places with another couple standing to the side. And so the new group would do the same dance again. Ciccio and Guido stood behind the switching couple and observed how Giulia and Luca calmly danced in the decided pattern. Alberto stood close to them with his arms folded, watching. At least Luca and Giulia looked happy. 

When the couples switched out, people started to look at them funny. It was becoming obvious that there was nobody to dance with them. Guido started to hurriedly tap against his leg with his ring finger. Ciccio switched his weight to his other foot. Giulia had switched places with Alberto and now she glared at Guido and Ciccio as well. 

"Guido, this is getting painful," Ciccio sighed. 

"True," he whispered back behind his teeth. The music was coming to an end, and chairs were getting picked out for people to sit on.

"Guido!"

"Yes?" 

"We could dance!" Ciccio said as he turned towards Guido. Guido kept his eyes on the dance, the couples around the fountain were spinning around in the last big circle and Luca and Alberto were struggling not to laugh. 

"Are you crazy?" Guido muttered back, still with his breath behind his teeth and his ring finger taping against his leg. 

"We could do it. I know how to-" 

"I don't!"

"Maybe if I lead?" Ciccio offered. The music quieted down and people got away from around the fountain. Suddenly, Guido turned to look down at Ciccio.

"It's the Tarantella next. Are you sure?" he asked. Ciccio went quiet, throwing a glance at the fountain where people were getting into position. 

"Are you sure?" Guido asked again and Ciccio nodded decisively.

"I'll teach you how to do it," he said, grabbed Guido's wrist, and pulled Guido to an open space around the fountain. He showed Guido how to stand by changing his own position as they faced the fountain, about two meters apart and with their hands on their hips.

"Are you nervous?" Ciccio asked quietly. The corner of Guido's mouth went up as the music started to play before he could answer. They went from side to side, clapping their hands in time with the music. Guido had watched the dance many times before. It was hard not to remember the correct movements when you’ve seen them every year. Ciccio placed a hand on Guido's side and Guido did the same and then they spun around. 

Guido's heart raced to the music as he switched hands to Ciccio's other side and they spun in the other direction. They weren't fully facing each other, but the circles were pulling them closer and closer. He meet Ciccio's eyes and forced his mouth into a small grin. There were a lot of people around the fountain, this dance was popular. Around him many skirts flowed... it seemed like there were only two male couples. Guido and Ciccio, and Luca and Alberto. Somehow, he managed to keep his pattern together, and soon enough, they parted. Facing each other now, he had no way of hiding the faint blush that spread across his face. They moved in half circles around each other without changing the direction they were facing. His feet stepped lightly on the stone flooring of the town square as he went back and forth. Ciccio placed his hand on Guido's side again, showing that it was time to spin. 

"Almost done," he whispered to Guido as they changed direction. Guido nodded and swallowed dryly. They changed direction again. And then again. Faster and faster as the music speed up. 

Ciccio let go of Guido's side and instead grabbed Guido's hand. Guido flinched in surprise as Ciccio directed their faces toward the fountain. With surprising speed, he lifted Guido's arm, replicating the movements of everyone else around them. And then they backed away. Guido's face flushed gently as they went backwards, lowering their hands but still keeping them together. People were stepping forward again, holding their hands up in the air, and so Guido did the same. The last few notes of the song played as people joyfully walked away from the fountain. Guido stood glued to the floor, not letting go of Ciccio's hand. Ciccio made no effort of letting go either, and so they stayed still for a while, just catching their breath. In reality, the dance wasn't that tiering, but the focus that was put on the right movements at the right time took a toll on Guido. Especially when there were so many other things that wanted to be thought about at the same time. The next dance was by far the hardest one. Not in terms of movements, however. It was a brave dance, and nobody remembered its name. 

Guido hesitantly let go of Ciccio's hand as he glanced down at him. 

"How do you feel?" he asked. 

"Better than I thought," Ciccio answered. "You're so red," he added and Guido blamed it on the concentration of the previous dance. 

"Right. Do you... want to dance the next one as well?" Guido hesitated for a moment as he tried to recall what the last dance was about.

"Who would even dance the female part?" he asked and Ciccio raised an eyebrow. If they were going to dance to the next song, the answer was obvious. 

"Right, fine. But we don't have any red cloth," he said, trying to find a reason not to dance. Because he wanted to. He wanted to dance so badly it almost hurt. Ciccio reached into his pocket and pulled out a red cloth. It was thin, see though, and about 6 dm long. 

"Wh- where did you get that?!" 

"My mamá gave it to me. She hoped that I would find a girl to dance with..."

And now the space surrounding the fountain was empty, apart from Guido and Ciccio. Guido had the red fabric in his left hand and desperately tried to swallow enough to stop having a dry throat. Ciccio stood opposed to him, getting ready. Their feet would never stay on the ground for long, never more than a second. The guitar started playing, complicated and quickly as Guido self-consciously stepped forward. He pirouetted in place as Ciccio entered from around the fountain. Ciccio meet his eyes as they seriously faced each other and started a series of specific footsteps. Slowly, they closed in on each other, still stepping in circles. The circles were unavoidable in this dance. They rounded each other a handful more times before the instrument changed from the guitar to the harmonica or the accordion. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.

They did some small jumping steps while lightly tapping their other foot on the ground, similar to what they had done during the previous dance. Guido could feel the anxiety creep up as he thought about all the people that were watching him and Ciccio. It was hard not to think about. However, he'd rather not break down in front of everyone, so he kept focusing on Ciccio's eyes and his own legs, and slowly, the rest of the town faded away from his mind. More circles. He had to focus hard not to let his feet stay on the floor. Guido helled out the red fabric on his right side as Ciccio did loops around him, never breaking eye contact. A faster part of the song started to play as they quickly switched from side to side, Ciccio getting closer with every turn. Then back to the spins. First, they were swift and the next moment, they were almost painfully slow. Ciccio should hear Guido's restrained breath behind him for a moment, before Guido twirled away, sticking the red cloth high in the air. The spiral pattern became more familiar as they moved, and Guido could swear that it became easier the longer the dance went on. The longer everything else drifted away and it was just Ciccio, him, and the music. 

Guido started playing with the red fabric in his hands before placing it over his shoulders and continuing the twisty movements. Ciccio came closer for the next wave of slow and calm circles, a moment to catch their breath.

"You're doing great," he whispered to Guido whose smile widened even more as they spun away from each other. Ciccio took hold of one of the edges of the fabric and started twirling it in his hand, shortening the length of the fabric between them. Guido did the same and before he knew it, they were dancing closely again, the back of their hands touching as the fabric had almost tied them together. Guido backed away, letting the cloth unfold once more, only for him to place it by his waist and spin back towards Ciccio. They danced like that for only a couple of seconds before Ciccio pulled on the cloth and Guido twirled away. The music slowed down enough for Ciccio to get closer and place the fabric back on Guido's shoulders. 

Another twist like the dance moves from the beginning, but this time, Ciccio let the red fabric slip through his hand. They spun around the fountain one last time and the music was about to come to a close. Ciccio practically fell down on one knee for the finish as Guido twirled one last time and threw the fabric in the air. Ciccio caught it and the music ended abruptly. They still didn't break eye contact as now, they could hear each other panting in their respective poses. The townspeople started clapping their hands reluctantly as the boys broke their poses and looked around. The realization that almost the whole town had seen their dance hit Guido like a truck. His face almost burnt off his head and he turned to Ciccio who stood up. In the corner of his eye, he could hint Giulia, Alberto, and Luca looking more baffled than he'd ever seen them before. When he looked back at Ciccio, his ears were getting red as well. Ciccio normally didn’t get that flustered. There was not a single hint of blush on his face, but his ears were practically boiling. He grinned at Guido, masking a fake self-confidence as the applause got louder. It was clear that neither of them was feeling comfortable in the spotlight like that, but the townspeople hadn't seen anyone perform that dance in a while. The last couple of times, nobody had danced and everyone had just listened to the music. Ciccio gestured quietly and Guido followed him away from the fountain and all of the people’s watching eyes. 

"Guido!" a man shouted from the crowd. Guido's shoulders shot up and his eyes widened. 

"Papá," he whispered to Ciccio before turning around and facing Frederico.

"Hey... papá. Um, why are you here?" he asked, almost feeling offended before realizing. 

"Oh, the food!" he exclaimed before Frederico could answer. 

"Elena is coming soon as well," 

"Great," he said, his voice cracking. Guido could feel Ciccio stepping up behind him. His dad gave Guido a playful little grin before turning toward the food table. Ciccio gently elbowed Guido in the side as he quietly told Guido to glance over at the underdogs. When Guido did, he could see Giulia talking a little too loud to Luca and Alberto about the dance performance. He blew out, at least he wasn't being verbally attacked for destroying the traditional dance with two male dancers. A male couple had never performed that one before. But they weren't a couple, Guido violently reminded himself. He and Ciccio were only friends.

Later, Guido sat by a table outside with Elena and Frederico. Food filled their plates but Guido wasn't hungry, after all, Ciccio filled his mind. He glanced to his left over a few tables where Ciccio sat. Ciccio caught his glance, smiled and waved back which made Guido quickly turn towards his parents instead. 

"Is something wrong, ragazzo?" Frederico asked and Guido shook his head. He knew Frederico hadn't told Elena about the dance, and he was grateful for it. He bent down to rest his forehead on the table edge. He couldn’t keep lying to himself. 

“Cazzo…” he mumbled.

“What was that?” Elena asked, her tone suddenly sharp and unrecognizable from that happy and proud mom tone she had just a second ago. 

“Nothing, mamá. Scusi,” he said back.

A fanfiction request. ( GuidoxCiccio )

This fanfic was requested to me and I did my best. I have to warn you though, it has heavy mentioning of bullying, a slight eating disorder, and a few slurs and curses. I have never had an eating disorder, but it's a very serious subject and if you or anyone is dealing with it, seek professional help because they deserve to be healthy and happy. I also want to say that this fic is not connected to my previous fic, though a few details may be similar.

After the movie, after that summer.

Ciccio quieted down, letting the conversation around the dinner table slowly die out with his silence. His mother glanced at him, her eyes gentle as she tried to figure out what was wrong. Ciccio didn't meet her eyes. Instead, he stared at the almost full dinner plate and scrunched up his nose. "Is there something wrong with the food, dear?" his mother asked, carefully. His dad also looked up, the last one to pick up on things as usual. Ciccio school his head and switched from looking at the plate to looking at his knees. "No. Everything's fine," Ciccio answered quietly and flashed a quick smile at his parents as he stood up. "Thank you for the food." He walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs, not wanting to stay any longer than necessary.

He sat down on the chair next to his desk in his room and sighed. A creeping feeling of disappointing his parents made him regret leaving so suddenly. He could definitely have tried to be nicer. Now they knew he wasn't feeling well and would ask him about it. But he could lie. He would lie. Downstairs, he heard the front door open after a few quick knocks. The person from outside talked with his mother, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. A wave of nausea struck him and he leaned his forehead against his desk. A slow groan escaped his mouth as he tried to breathe as slowly as possible. It would pass eventually, he hoped. His mother and the other person had gone quiet downstairs but he could hear his father cleaning up the dinner table. Shakily, he grabbed the edge of his pants and forced another deep breath down his throat. he shut his eyes tight as the memories pushed themself back to the front of his mind. "Ugly fatty," "Obiese asshole," "Have you tried losing a whale's worth of weight?" and so on.

Being pressed against a wall was bad enough, but being called those things straight to his face and knowing that if he showed even the slightest bit of sadness, they would bully him even more was unbearable. Almost every time during recess in school, they would find him. No matter what he tried, they always found him. It was all he could think about, those mean words. He already regretted what he'd done when he was "friends" with Ercole and this made him regret it even more. As if the bullies in school knew and wanted to give some personal payback. At least, Ciccio had never said such terrible things. But they had. They did. To him. And it was eating away at his mind. Another shaky breath. Everything was quiet downstairs. At least as far as he could tell. He thought about going downstairs and eating a little more. He'd apologise to his parents and smile at them. They wouldn't worry anymore and he didn't have to feel hungry. But he knew how that would end too. He'd just feel worse and wouldn't allow himself to eat anything for breakfast, and barely anything for lunch at school either. It was a vicious circle. He swallowed dryly and opened his eyes, staring straight at the wooden board of the desk.

He jolted up in his seat as he heard a sudden loud knock on his door. The knocks were followed by his mother's voice. "Ciccio, dear! Are you in there?" "Sí, mama…" he answered, blinking a few times to force the burning tears back. "Good," she said with a released sigh. "Your Guido is here," a small chuckle followed the sentence and Ciccio sighed. That's how his mother would announce Guido ever since they started dating. "Ok." Soon, she opened the door and let Guido in. With a warm smile, she closed the door again.

"Hey, amorino," Guido said gently and kissed the top of Ciccio's head. Ciccio quickly stood up and followed Guido to sit on the bed. That was Guido's favourite place to sit, Ciccio on the bed and Guido on the floor. Ciccio tried to say something lighthearted, getting a light conversation started, but he couldn't. Quickly, Guido watched on. He'd always been very smart. "Ciccio. There's something wrong, isn't there?" he asked, immediately standing up and sitting next to his boyfriend. Ciccio shook his head but couldn't meet Guido's eyes. "Ciccio…" Guido took a breath and started over. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But it might make you feel better." Ciccio nodded slowly and breathed heavily. Guido would understand. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming urge to tell Guido. But he didn't open his mouth, and he didn't look at Guido. "I've noticed that you've been… feeling worse lately." Guido continued, wanting to fill the silence and make Ciccio feel a little more comfortable with him around.

"That's… true," Ciccio admitted and immediately shut his mouth again. His voice was way too shaky for his liking and he didn't want to start crying. "Is physical touch ok right now?" Guido asked and as soon as Ciccio nodded, he placed his hand on Ciccio's back. Ciccio blinked and tried again to look at Guido, but he couldn't. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently, bending down and trying to look Ciccio in the eyes. Ciccio hummed quickly as a response and Guido smiled. "Great. Then take your time. I'll be here as soon as you feel ready." Guido smiled and straightened up. Ciccio swallowed again, thinking over the words. "I'm sorry," he started and winched. He hated when Guido apologised for things he didn't need to apologise for, and now he was doing exactly that. "… for being so distant with you. There are some things… going on in school." Guido thought back to school. In two days, they would both be going back to school. Sorting thoughts out as soon as possible would be quite important, no matter what happened to Ciccio. He just wished he could spend more time with Ciccio, but they were in parallel classes.

Guido stayed quiet, wanting Ciccio to talk. He knew he didn't like it when people asked him questions when he was feeling down. "There are a few people in my class that's been picking on me… for a while." He felt tears burn in the corners of his eyes and he tried to blink them away. Guido hummed, showing Ciccio that he was listening and wanting him to continue. "They keep calling me some… nasty stuff. Primarily "ugly fatty" and things like that." He could hear Guido draw a sharp breath. In the new silence, a few tears dropped down on his knees. The silence continued. Guido wanted to hear the whole story. "And I've-" The tears clogged up his throat. He couldn't continue and admit to not eating nearly enough. Instead of continuing the sentence, he finally let the tears roll down. After so many days, it felt nice to finally allow himself to cry. Guido removed his hand from Ciccio's back at the speed of light as he saw Ciccio move slightly closer to him. Ciccio wrapped his arms around Guido's torso and rested his forehead against Guido's shoulder. "It's ok to cry. I'm here for you," Guido said gently in Ciccio's ear as he hugged him back. It didn't need to be long to be comforting. "I've been-" Ciccio tried again, taking a shaky breath. His voice broke as soon as he started talking, and he hated that. Clearing his voice, he tried for the final time.

"I've been eating… less. Because of that." He forced out and he could feel Guido hold him tighter. "Oh, Ciccio," he ispered. He knew it took a lot of courage for Ciccio to be so honest with him. "They are wrong. They are so wrong and I think you know it deep down." Ciccio, now done explaining the situation, let himself quietly cry into Guido's shoulder. "They don't know what they're talking about. Their words are only out to hurt you. There's no truth behind them." Guido squeezed a little tighter and Ciccio winced. "What?" Guido asked, quickly letting go. Ciccio hesitantly let go of Guido as well to slightly pull his shirt up, revealing a green bruise the size of a fist on his side above his hip. Guido gasped and covered his mouth as his eyes fell on it. "Did… did they do that?" he asked behind his hand. Hesitantly and still with tears falling down his face, Ciccio nodded again. Guido's eyebrows furrowed and he closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes again "First thing's first," he said decisively and placed his hands on Ciccio's shoulders. Dragging him closer, he embraced his boyfriend once more. "Do you want to cry some more or do you want to do something else about it?" Ciccio cleared his throat again and answered. "Let's- let's do something else," he said, but the tears didn't stop. Guido hummed. "Right. If that's what you want." Guido took another deep breath.

"What we are going to do is as follows. We will go downstairs and talk to your parents." Ciccio flinched back and tried to shake his head. "I'm sorry, but it's important. I know it feels really scary to talk to them. Though, I'm confident in that they can help." Hesitantly, Ciccio nodded for Guido to continue. "After we've done that, you and I will eat a proper dinner, and since it's Friday, we'll watch a movie with some chips as well." Ciccio looked hesitant once more. Eating was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but he knew Guido was right. "And as soon as we come back to school, we will talk to the principal and we'll give those bullies a piece of our mind." Ciccio chuckled quietly. "Preferably without violence," Guido finished and smiled at Ciccio. Ciccio wiped away tears with the back of his hand and cleared his throat one final time, hoping that his voice would hold but not caring too much if it didn't. "Right. Let's go downstairs." he said, and added much more quietly: "I'm starving…" Guido stood up as well, taking Ciccio's outstretched hand. "Me too."

Talking to Ciccio's parents was hard, but they managed in the end. It took a little encouragement, but Ciccio had a whole meal. Guido wanted to stay with Ciccio for as long as possible, so he got to sleep over until Monday morning when they got ready for school together.

"What bunch of bologna. The principal isn't in until after lunch today." Guido announced to Ciccio as he stepped out of the teachers's office. Ciccio swallowed and glanced down the hall. Recess wasn't over yet and class hadn't started. "Guido…" he whispered. Guido stepped closer and placed a hand around Ciccio's shoulders. "I won't leave you. We should be happy it's only Monday." Ciccio smiled uncertainly and raised his eyebrows. "Why?" "Because our recesses align on Mondays," Guido said, smiling wider. The class would start soon and Guido promised to come find him as soon as possible. The school had a strict policy about being inside turning recess, so they were going to have to go outside at some point.

They sat behind a large stone. Ciccio had never avoided the bullies with someone before. It was a nice change of pace. But it didn't take long for the bullies to find him again. Guido stood up as soon as he saw their scowling faces. "Hey, fat ass. Who's your friend?" the leader said snarkily, looking straight through Guido at Ciccio. Ciccio looked away, his face a stone mast as to not show what he was actually feeling. Guido had no problem showing the bullies what he felt, however. "I'm surprised you don't recognise me. Though, I can't say I know who you are. Of course, I don't pay attention to slimy cowards." he growled and clenched his fists. The bully continued to ignore him, though his eyes showed a smidge of hurt for a split second. Instead, he continued to stare at Ciccio. "Wow. You're a fatso and a fagot. Who'd have thought?" he continued. With a snap of his fingers, the other bullies pushed Ciccio into the wall and held him stuck. Guido spun around and felt a stabbing regret. He saw the bullies, falling into the same trap as he and Ciccio did with Ercole. And he remembered what he and Ciccio had done to Luca and Alberto. This time, the roles had switched. But not much else. What Luca and Alberto didn't have that time was someone who could stand up for them. But Ciccio had someone. The leader of the bullies turned his hand into a fist and prepared to swing. But before he could, Guido took his wrist and stopped him from following through. "Don't."

"Or what?" the leader asked, finally acknowledging Guido's presence. "Or, I'm not so sorry to say, someone's gonna end up with a broken nose. And it isn't him," he said with a quick head gesture to Ciccio. The bully raised his head slightly, sticking his nose in the air. "You know what, I do recognise you," he said to Guido, keeping his fist in the air, still in the middle of a punch. "You're that scrawny dude that had a panic attack a few weeks ago." Guido's stance didn't waves as he stared the bully in the eyes. "And you are the cunt who's been messin' with my friend. So step. Back." Guido demanded. If he punished the bully now, it would start a fistfight. A fistfight he would lose. If he let go, the bully would continue hurting Ciccio. There was no winning in this situation. His eyes flicked to Ciccio. He met Ciccio's wide-open eyes and thin mouth. That mask rarely let any emotion through at all. But it did this time. He looked around, not changing his position. Ciccio didn't fight against being held back any more and the bully's stance was quite relaxed. He knew Guido didn't plan to let go. So Guido simply changed the plan.

He put on a face of defeat, letting the bully think that he'd won. But just as he was about to let go of the bully's wrist, he turned and swiped his leg instead. A wave of surprise hit his face as he fell to the ground. His head knocked against the hard ground and stared at the sky while Guido continued. It only took a few seconds for him to pry Ciccio loose from the other bullies and step backwards, Ciccio behind him with a frowning face and clenched fists. The other bullies rushed to help their leader up again and soon they were standing face to face once more. "Want to go again, you ugly bottom feeder?" he asked lowly, stretching a protective arm over Ciccio where he stood beside him. The bully scrunched up his nose as he looked at them. "What a sight. The scrawny fag and the fat coward." "Do you want to go again?" Guido asked again, hearing Ciccio square up beside him. A few seconds of silence spread out between them and the bell rang, startling the bullies. Guido turned to Ciccio with a smile. "Come on. These stinking slugs don't deserve a second more of our time."

As he walked back next to Ciccio, he reflected on their encounter. He barely knew Ercole, even after 6 years. And, self-centred as he was, he rarely talked about how he had it at home. Most likely, these bullies were just like Ercole. Afraid of new things and being brought up to despise anything different. At least that was one possibility. There were many more, but that didn't make what the bullies had done alright. He would not leave Ciccio, and they would have a big talk with the principal once he got there, but that will be later. This was now. And now, he and Ciccio had won. It might take time for Ciccio to start eating as normal, and Guido would make sure he talked to someone who would help, make it easier for Ciccio. But that would be later. This was now.

GuidoxCiccio fanfiction chapter 8

I apologize if the following chapters don't have the same quality or upload speed that the previous ones had. My computer is a little iffy, so I can't always use it. This basically just means that the chapters might come out a little slower. Anyway, here's chapter 8!

A few days later.

Children gathered in the town square, handing money to siñora Marsigliese sitting behind the table, like always. Giulia, Alberto, and Luca stood hyped in the line, not being able to talk enough about how easy it will be to win now that Ercole isn't going to race. Guido and Ciccio meet up at the end of the wide line of children.

"Ciccio," Guido greeted his boyfriend with a smile. The urge to finally hold his hand was stronger than ever, but he suppressed it.

"Are you ready for the race?" he asked instead, gesturing to the slowly but steadily shrinking line.

"Sí. Are you?" Ciccio replied.

"Sure. I swim, you eat and I bike, right?" Guido asked, not wanting to mess anything up. 

"Unless you want to change, yeah, that's the plan," stepping further to keep up with the line, Ciccio gestured for Guido to follow him.

"No. I'm good with that," Guido mumbled. It would feel nice to not have to do the things Ercole forced them to do. Too many uncomfortable memories. They drew close to the desk, with Giulia signing her and her friends up in front of them. 

"I guess I'm a bit nervous," Guido continued, keeping his eyes on the table where siñora Marsigliese had written the underdogs' names down in her little book. 

"Sure, we won't get a guaranteed win like we did the other five times, but it will feel a lot more honest," Ciccio offered as a try to cheer Guido up. “Besides, it was never we who won, it was him.” 

"You're right."

"Good, because it's our turn in a second," Ciccio said as he gestured to the line. There was one group left before their turn.

Siñora Marsigliese looked disapprovingly at them as they walked up to the table.

"Boys," she muttered, getting ready to scribble down their names in her book. "Team of three?" her eyes looked around them, searching for Ercole before realizing that he wasn't there. 

"No," Guido almost whispered, placing the small amount of money on her desk. "Just two."

"Oh." She hesitantly wrote down their names and took the money. "No Ercole this time?" she looked at Guido for an answer. When he shrugged, she looked to Ciccio. He raised his eyebrows at her. 

"We haven't talked much since last year," he said, silently asking if it really was that important.

Time went by so quickly, Guido felt like it barely happened at all. Sure, he and Ciccio tried to practice for the race, but not often. They practised if they felt like it, most times alone too. For Guido, practising was easier in solitude. The day sneaked up on him, just like he knew it would and as he made his way to the town square, he could see the grown-ups set up all the different stages involved in today's activity. 

Giulia sat in her room, having a wild conversation with Luca and Alberto. 

"And," she continued her conversation, "I've seen them training together. They never acted like that before." 

"Acted like what?" Luca asked, fixing his posture on the chair he was sitting on. 

"Like normal people! Not bothering anyone and… talking with other people," Giulia pressed on, gesturing with her arms. 

"What's wrong with that?" Alberto asked.

"It's not usual for them." Luca wiggled uncomfortably in his seat. Understanding where Giulia wanted to get with this conversation, he waited for her to continue. 

"I don't know. I just think something's up with them," she insisted.

"What do you want us to do then?" Alberto asked, his tone slightly bored as usual.

"I think we should ask them about it," she mumbled. "Subtly."

"I-" Luca cleared his throat. "I think Alberto should do it."

"What?" Alberto asked as if he didn’t hear him.

"Well... they are more likely to dislike us than they are to dislike you," Luca answered, pointing at Alberto as he spoke. Giulia listened from her bed, nodding along with Luca's argument. It was true though. They have had more time to warm up with Alberto around town.

"I could do that..." 

"Good," Giulia said, satisfied that she wasn't the one who had to ask them. 

Guido licked his gelato as he walked next to Ciccio, looking at the setup for the race. There wasn't any giveaway of what kind of pasta the race would include this year either. Alberto drew closer, trying to find the right moment to ask. Ciccio bumped the back of his hand against Guido's arm as he told a joke Alberto couldn't hear. Guido suppressed a laugh, glancing down at Ciccio. Alberto decided that this was the perfect time to ask… subtly. He strode up to the pair with a toothy grin. They quieted down as they acknowledged his presents, waiting to see what he was going to do. 

"Hey. Are you a couple?" Alberto asked, the most confident smile covering his entire face. Ciccio's eyes widened as he froze, glancing at Guido. Guido glared at Alberto, trying to get rid of the blush that covered his cheeks. Alberto didn't budge. Guido wanted to punch him. 

"Well?" Alberto pressed on. Guido glanced back at Ciccio. He could see the silent scream in his eyes. Guido wondered if he could make up a quick lie that was believable enough. Knowing what he knows about Alberto, creating a believable lie wouldn't be too hard. But he wasn't sure if his voice would hold. 

"Swimmers, get ready. The race will start in ten minutes!" siñora Marsigliese exclaimed and Guido sighed in relief. He was going to swim this time. Saved by siñora Marsigliese, never thought that would happen. As he scurried away, he nodded at Ciccio to follow him, saving him from Alberto's question in the process.

Were they really that obvious? They hadn't even held hands yet. 

“What did they say?” Luca asked, practically clinging to Alberto’s arm. Giulia waited for his answer, ready to rush off and change as soon as he said it.

“They didn’t say anything,” Alberto answered, leaning on Luca as well while smiling proudly. Giulia quieted down in thought as she went to put on her bathing suit. 

Fanfic?

I have been thinking... and done a bit of wrighting. The result is a 10 chapter Guiccio fanfiction. So, to get to the point: would anyone actually be interested in reading my fanfic or should I just keep it to myself. Most likely I'll post it either way though.

Guido and Ciccio on a picnic ( Luca Disney Pixar 2021 )

Here's a pencil drawing made by my sister. It's a bit blurry and zoomed in but it's good enough to post. Sadly, I can't tag her anywhere, but I have gotten her permission to upload this.