#So I think Abbacchio would have been more likely to have learned/been expected to know basic actual dances where bruno would never be taugh

[tenthgrove]

Can I request the one where La Squadra thought the reader was pregnant (when she just actually visited her kid) situation for Bruno's gang?

Mother Mother- Bucci Edition

Team Buccerati x Reader (Fem), Platonic, SFW

Bruno Buccerati is feeling restless. He's not one to pry, but your behaviour lately is starting to concern him. Leaving the base for hours without explanation is no cause for worry in itself, after all, you're not obliged to inform him of your whereabouts 24/7 and you're hardly the only one on the team who does this, but together with the ceaseless obsession with cutting your finances, the uncharacteristic melancholy and the jolt of panic whenever your personal circumstances become the topic of conversation all add up to a bad picture.

The final straw for Buccerati came today, in which while passing you idly on the sofa he caught sight of the word 'parenthood' printed on the title of the leaflet you were reading. He didn't see the rest of what it said, but your guilty smile at being caught spoke well enough for itself.

Buccerati truly does feel bad about this, but with how defensive you become at even the smallest sign of confrontation, he sees no other choice. As he watches you depart your bedroom and head into the bathroom, he waits quietly for the rush of water from the shower, before sneaking into your unlocked bedroom unnoticed.

He will make clear, he thinks to himself as he pilfers through the loose paper on your desk for that leaflet, that he is not angry. If it's what your heart is set on, he isn't even that opposed to the idea of you raising the baby yourself. The squad is decently paid and their work isn't as dangerous or all-consuming as some, so they can manage. He even feels a little bit of excitement at the thought of helping you with your offspring. He's only doing this because it can't be healthy for you to conceal your pregnancy like this. Children have always been such precious things to him.

A pink leaflet flits off of the desk and Buccerati picks up his prize. He reads the title in full.

"Parenthood for the Parents of Hospitalised Children: What Doctors Advise"

Ahh. Now that changes things. Buccerati feels his heart sink at the sight of the stock image of a mother and father standing over the bedside of a sickly-looking girl. He guiltily returns the leaflet to its former place and tries to reorganise the paper as he found it, before exiting quickly.

Having learned his lesson well about making assumptions on too little evidence, Buccerati sits down with his phone book. There's a fellow on one of the intel teams who owes him a small favour, and it's time he called on it.

“Hello, it’s Buccerati, could you do something for me quickly? I need you to check the records of all the hospitals in Naples that hospitalise chronically ill children, and take a look through the names of the patients in the children's ward," he requests. "There's a specific surname I'm after, hang on, I'll find it for you." Buccerati racks his brains. If there's one thing he's certain your being honest about it's your real name. He pulls it from his memories and relays it to his friend. "No, no need to take any action once you find them. Just let me know the details, particularly of the illness. Very well, thank you," he concludes the phone call and hangs up. He leans back in the seat and sighs.

He barely gets half an hour to rest before the phone rings.

"Oh hello, that was quick. Did you find them? That's excellent. What did the records say?"

The agent relays his findings. Matching the surname he gave him is a little girl about 5 years old, currently residing in the hospital closest to Buccerati's base. The child is suffering from a frightful condition that, although rarely fatal with treatment, can leave sufferers in need of constant medical care for months on end, along with more minor support for years after.

The most concerning thing about the records is that the agent was able to find visitation logs attached to the data, and they all speak of a single, anonymous visitor with recorded visits matching perfectly with the dates and times of your disappearances.

Buccerati thanks the agent and promises to wire him a little money for his quick and extensive help. Hanging up, he broods deeply. He cannot simply allow your suffering to continue if there's anything, anything at all he can do to help.

He is broken from his trance by the sounds of panicked footsteps running in from the hall. He catches sight of Mista and Narancia sneaking in from the hallway, and is struck by the immediate impression that they are by all definitions, up to no good.

"What's the matter you two? You seem startled," he presses them patiently. He is met with two loud sounds of 'uhhhh'.

"Nothing Buccerati, we swear it!" Narancia promises.

"Yeah! In fact, we were just going to the shops and were arguing over what to get!" Mista backs him up. Buccerati rolls his eyes and smiles.

"Alright. Not too much sugar, Narancia? We don't want to find you being sick in the bathroom at two in the morning again, do we?"

"It's not me you have to worry about doing that now," Narancia mutters under his breath.

"Pardon?" Buccerati asks, confused.

"Nothing! We should go now!"

The boys immediately make their exit out the front and disappear down the street. Bruno tuts. Sometimes he thinks he'll never understand that lot. He smiles.

As he replays the encounter in his head, it occurs to him what that strange item poking out of Mista's pocket was. The leaflet from (y/n)'s room. Shit.

"Mista? Narancia? I think we should have a word please!" Buccerati shouts down the entry street. But it's two late, they've both disappeared out of earshot. Buccerati throws his hands up in despair, and returns to his room.

::::::::::::

Abbacchio knows what he sees. Mista and Narancia go running down the street and about 20 second later, Buccerati goes out shouting. As Abbacchio watches Buccerati return to the house in defeat, he makes a decision. He's had enough of those kids and their petty little antics. If Buccerati doesn't have it in him to set them straight, he will.

"You look pressed," Fugo remarks as Abbacchio pushes past him in the corridor.

"None of your business. Mista and Narancia are up to no good and now I've got to go and find them," Abbacchio grunts.

"Narancia?! But he promised me he'd work on his assignments tonight! Little bastard, I'll kill him!" Fugo fumes.

"Will you now? Better keep up then," Abbacchio says, throwing on his coat.

It doesn't take them long at all to find Mista and Narancia. Indeed, they're cowering in the very first alleyway left of the house.

"We can explain," Narancia promises.

"I bet you can," Abbacchio mutters half-heartedly.

"Take a look at this!" Narancia urges them. He pulls a pink leaflet from Mista's pocket and rereads it himself. "It says 'parenthood'. We found it in (y/n)'s room. Does that mean she's pregnant?"

"Why in god's name were you snooping around in (y/n)'s room?" Abbacchio interrogates them.

"Furthermore Narancia, you can't read," Fugo adds.

"Well, for a start, Buccerati did it first. We just went in after him to see what it was he was looking for. Second, Mista read it for me, and he swears it says 'parenthood'. Isn't that right Mista?"

"Sure is," Mista affirms. "Look."

He flicks the leaflet in front of them and, sure enough, they all read the same word. Abbacchio and Fugo curse simultaneously.

"What the hell is their game, thinking they can hide something like this from us?" Abbacchio fumes. "Does Bruno think he's protecting her or something? He's a fool."

"If I may, Abbacchio, it is most uncharacteristic of you to speak ill of Signor Buccerati," a voice from behind protests. Abbacchio turns with a jolt to see Giorno standing at the entrance of the alleyway along with a very bewildered looking Trish. They each have a couple of shopping bags in their hands.

"Are you spying on me?!" Abbacchio shrieks.

"Not at all. I simply thought that going after dark would be a much safer time for Trish to do her shopping, so I was taking her out," Giorno explains. "I overheard your voices and came to investigate, but I really haven't heard much."

"(Y/n)'s pregnant and Buccerati's hiding it from us," Mista fills him in.

"Wait, I'm lost. Did Buccerati get her pregnant? Because if so, what in the actual hell?" Trish comments.

"Fucking christ. Could you imagine?" Narancia remarks. The group soon devolves into a mess of interrupted shouting.

"All of you quiet!" Abbacchio yells. He holds up his hands in desperation. "We are going to get to the bottom of this and we're going to do it now! We are going right home, and we are getting (y/n) to explain herself, whether she likes it or not. Agreed?"

::::::::::::

You had an awful eery feeling getting out that shower would be a mistake. The last thing you expected tonight was being hounded by your dear teammates while you're half dressed and wet haired, particularly on such an outlandish concept as pregnancy.

"Slow down! What the hell are you accusing me of again?"

"You're having a baby and you aren't even telling us! Do you have any idea how much those cost?" Trish accuses. You don't even have an answer for that one, it's just so completely wrong there's no way to refute it.

"We aren't looking to judge, we just want to help," Giorno assures you, though his voice is drowned out by the rest of the rabble.

"I don't need help, I'm not having a baby!" you protest. Narancia opens his mouth.

"But the leaflet says-"

"What on god's earth are the lot of you doing?" Bruno calls from the hallway. "Why are you all hounding (y/n) all of a sudden."

"You think we don't know what you know, Buccerati?" Abbacchio confronts him. "You're complicit in this. You're helping to hide this- baby!"

Buccerati breathes deeply.

"Ah. I believe I know what this is about. Mista, I want you to take that leaflet you found and read the front page out to me. In full."

Mista complies.

"Parenthood... for the Parents of Hospitalised Children. Oh."

"You made the same mistake I did," Buccerati explains. "You saw the first word and immediately jumped to your own conclusions. But in regards to the full title I have carried out some follow up and have confirmed it is exactly what it sounds like. (Y/n) has a young daughter who is unfortunately quite sick at present, and she has understandably been taking time off to be with her."

"You know about her?" you exclaim in panic.

"Apologies (y/n), I was acting only in concern for your health. It was admittedly due to my poor caution that the others found out and, well, it went from there."

"Look," you protest, thoughts spiralling into panic. "I didn't mean for you to know. You said I could do what I wanted with my money so I did. There- there was no other way I could afford to treat her," you justify, tears starting to leak from your eyes. "Please don't kick me out. I swear this doesn't affect my work, all I need is a few hours a week to check on her!"

You collapse against the door in tears. The crowd goes into a shocked silence. Buccerati pushes to the front.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to kick you out so don't worry," he promises. "I would never cut off a member of my squad like that, especially not when they have such a vulnerable dependent. We can talk about helping you with the money tomorrow, but now, let's get you calmed down okay?"

You nod through your tears. Buccerati guides you to your feet and leads you gently into the kitchen. The remaining group in the hall look at each other with pressed lips. Fugo takes the leaflet from Mista and reads through the front cover once more. He hits him.

[naranciasimp]

Bucciarati Gang Stands Being Affectionate with Their S/O

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno really likes his stand because it’s good for so many things

It can put his friends back together again and take his enemy apart

Sticky Fingers is very protective of you and a bit clingy but you didn’t mind

Bruno is always busy so when he can’t hang out with you himself he’ll send his stand

It’s not the exact same but it’s nice that Bucciarati doesn’t want you to be lonely

When Sticky Fingers gets bored it’ll just zip together random things and give them to you

It’s always the weirdest most bizarre combinations but you thank it nonetheless

When you have to go to one room it’ll unzip the wall for you to walk through

You were so confused the first time it did that

Like “Sticky there’s literally a door I could use”

He already unzipped the wall so you just use that most of the time

Bruno is so confused when he comes home and there are twenty holes in each wall

Thinks it’s nice that you have so much fun with his stand

Leone Abbacchio 

In his eyes his stand is more of an object or tool rather than a person

Doesn’t like his stand that much because it’s a constant reminder of his past mistakes

But you seem to love it

He left you alone with Moody Blues for two minutes and then he comes back to see his stand holding you and trying to cuddle you

Unlike Abbacchio Moody Blues is very affectionate and loves when you hug it or just sit on its lap

Sometimes it will replay fun or cute moments you had with Abba so you can see it again

You can never forget something because if you do Moody Blues will just start rewinding looking for the right moment

Moody Blues makes Leone more embarrassed than he would like to admit but he loves seeing you smile and mess around with it

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno loves Gold Experience

It’s good for so many things and he feels like he learns a new thing about his stand each week

Giorno uses Gold Experience a lot when he’s with you

You think his stand is so cool

Golden Experience loves flowers and it loves you

So expect to get a lot of flower things

Each week you get a new flower crown and each day you get a new bouquet of flowers

Be careful what you say to Gold Experience because it will get you it no matter what

One time you were with Gold Experience and you said how much you wanted a dog

Next thing you knew there was twelve puppies running around the house that were originally pieces of paper

Girono enjoys seeing you so happy

Guido Mista

The Sex Pistols are like Mista’s kids

They constantly beg him for food and attention

With you they pretty much do the same thing but are slightly more well behaved

Privacy? The Sex Pistols dont know what that is

They never leave you alone and will follow you everywhere

Give them some of your food or make them their own meal and they will love you forever

Please help Number Five when Number Three is bullying him, the poor thing can’t stand up for himself

When Mista tries to get them to leave you alone and come back to you they just or collective say no

“Why the hell won’t you guys come back!?”

“Y/N is better than you!” “Yeah, she feeds us!” “And she’s nice!”

Mista is a bit offended to be honest

His own stand just abandoned him for you

Part of him thinks it’s kinda funny until he’s fighting an enemy stand user and his stand literally won’t help him because they have to (quote on quote) “Protect you!”

Narancia Ghriga

Narancia kinda thinks of Aerosmith as a toy

He knows it’s dangerous and could kill someone but he would be lying if he said he hasn’t used it like a toy plane

Even though his stand isn’t human-like that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t like you or think anything

Aerosmith is constantly hovering around you

Does loop-the-loops and other tricks to try and impress you

Even if you’ve already seen the same trick five times just give a little smile or clap so Aerosmith feels happy

Very protective

If you ever have to walk somewhere alone Aerosmith will come with you and scout out the area

You can’t really hug or cuddle with Aerosmith but you still love it

Pannacotta Fugo

The first time Purple Haze even tries to go within a few feet of you Fugo is already telling it to come back

You try to tell him that it’s fine and you don’t mind it but he’s not hearing it

Fugo doesn’t want you near his stand for obvious reasons, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if his stand accidentally killed you

After a very long talk Fugo finally decided to let you hang out with it

Purple Haze is literally so happy

Fugo doesn’t let you touch Purple Haze though unless the capsules have been broken

But once the capsules are broken off somewhere where there’s no people and the risk is gone Purple Haze is going to hug you

Definitely very cuddly and likes holding you

If he gets dirty or drools please help him clean it up

Purple Haze always tries to clean it up himself but just makes things worse

Fugo still doesn’t love the idea of you being so close to his stand but he’s likes seeing how happy you are with his cute stand

[ddarker-dreams]

That last ask got me thinking! How would the bucci gang react to meeting SR reader's family? Not all of them but like a visiting grandparent(who is likely very unaware their precious grandchild is working with the mob to pay off awful debts-which reader would like to keep that way), but like who's falling all over themselves to impress said relative, who would be subtly trying to get their blessing to date reader, what shenanigans would reader the gang go to keep this person in the dark??

ohhh what an interesting situation!!! some of them would definitely handle it better than others...

Here’s the general concept! Reader’s grandparents are coming to pay their granddaughter a visit in Naples, under the impression she’s been studying there the past few years. Reader has asked some of the members of her team to further validate her story. I imagine everyone as trying to actively court Reader to some extent during this. :’)))

Bruno Bucciarati; 

Bruno is a revered member of the community. Any of the troublesome details of his Passione involvements would be lost in translation, so you figured he’s a safe bet. He’s also the member who is most familiar with your situation. While he speaks under the pretense of being professional, he would love to have that connection with your family for... any future possibilities. Marriage possibilities. 

He spots you in a mild state of panic, and boasting the compassionate heart he has, is led to ask if you want to talk to him about it. When you explain that some of your foreign family is coming to visit, he can immediately read between the lines. You need to play this part perfectly. He’ll offer to accompany you on one of his less busier days, willing to do whatever it is that’d help. 

The language barrier doesn’t matter too much! Bruno is still a gentlemen. Opening doors for them, pulling out their chairs, offering to pay for any of your meals... he’s very kind. Your grandparents are going to be quite fond of him by the end of your day together. All according to his plan. 

Unfortunately for you, Bruno is going to be offering lots of praise that he fully expects you to translate. It’s a bit embarrassing how genuine he’s being. Speaking about how hard a worker you are, how nothing gets in your way, stuff like that. Your face is on fire as you translate the heartfelt compliments. You end up toning them down a bit for your sake. 

“[First] is one of the most reliable people I know. You should take pride in having helped bring up someone like her. I promise I’ll continue to look after her, you have nothing to worry about.” 

“Ahh... Bucciarati, do I really need to tell them that...?” 

Giorno Giovanna;

He speaks some English! Giorno did well in his classes at school, so he can understand the basics. Having a knowledge of multiple languages in his position is also a benefit, so he never fully stopped studying it. Though he’d prefer not to mess up any of the pronunciation in front of you. He’ll be practicing in secret as not to embarrass himself, and definitely thinks this is a great opportunity to get closer to you. It’s a shame he can’t take full advantage of it, but he’s going to try to. 

Giorno hasn’t really had any positive family interactions, but he’s still good with people. Unfortunately, in his new position, he’s extremely busy. He still tries to make time for you when he can, but won’t be able to hang out with the three of you as much as he’d like to. He does find the time to come to the airport with you, under the pretense that a lot of shady business goes on there. He wouldn’t want your family being scammed. Don’t ask how he knows about this...

The entire car ride to their hotel will be filled with pleasant conversation. Giorno is a natural at reading the room, and backs your story up to perfection. Any potential discrepancies are covered up with ease. He came in for a clean save at least once or twice when you made a mistake, and you couldn’t thank him enough after.

Giorno isn’t going to want to pry into your personal life, but would be highly amused over any stories they tell him. Even though it’s only a forty minute drive, he enjoyed his time a lot more than he expected to, learning some new things about you in the process. You’re a bit frazzled over the person who is technically your boss (even if he’s not big on formalities...) knowing about your embarrassing childhood stories. He finds it endearing. :’)

He’s gonna bring it up afterwards during a casual discussion, sporting a little devious smile. 

“So, [First], do you want to tell me about that time you got stuck in a swing set again? It seems quite unlike you.” 

“God... I can’t believe they told you that. I was hoping you wouldn’t understand it well.”  

Guido Mista;

Oh no.

You’re going to have to explain to him that a few changes will need to occur if he is to meet your grandparents. For one, he needs to take a shower. Two, he needs something that at least covers his midriff. If there conditions are met, you’ll allow it. He is not missing out on this opportunity to win you over, so he’s surprisingly amiable to these conditions, ready to do his best to make a good impression. You’ve never see him so agreeable.

You do have to keep reminding him of the story that you’re sticking to. Mista makes a few mistakes here and there, but manages to laugh it off. Since you’re going to be translating a majority of his sentences it’s not a big deal. That doesn’t mean he won’t at least try to say a few words in English... results varying. 

The most difficult part is trying to ignore the Pistols, who are swarming around in excitement. They keep speaking to your grandparents like they can hear them. Asking for embarrassing stories, to know about your past partners, or for any cute childhood photos of you. Mista struggles to keep a composed look when all this is happening.  

“Say, [First]. Your grandparents... they aren’t Stand users, are they?”

“No, Mista. My grandparents aren’t Stand users.” 

To be honest, you weren’t too sure if Mista tagging along for some sightseeing would be the best idea. It goes a lot better than you expected. Some of his comments that you translate actually get your grandparents laughing! What a miracle, he’s gonna be grinning ear to ear. Mista is just a lovable guy. 

He is going to 100% try and sneak in a question about your relationship status when you’re not paying attention. Mista has to make sure you’re still on the market. B) 

Pannacotta Fugo; 

He’s actually your go to for this situation. It couldn’t be a better setup. Fugo is intelligent, can speak English the most fluently out of everyone in your team, and would be a big help for sightseeing. As soon as he heard about your grandparents visiting, he knew it was only a matter of time until you came to him for help. At first, he was intent on politely turning you down, but god... how can he? You’re too cute, looking at him like that, saying you need his help. Fuck, he’s so whipped for you lmao. 

Fugo is the most anxious about it. What if your grandparents don’t like him? What if he accidentally says something offensive? Or even worse, what if he blows your cover, and you hate him forever? He’s gonna being shutting himself in his room, refreshing his English nonstop. You have to admire his dedication. 

When the time finally comes, it goes a lot smoother than he anticipated. There’s no humiliating himself in front of you like he feared. Fugo is a bit stiff at first, but with your help, begins to ease up. He’s an amazing tour guide! Fugo knows the best places to go, what times they’ll be busy, the historical and cultural significance of every place, etc. When he starts talking about trivia you can tell he’s in his element. 

It’s going so well. That is, until your grandma says you have such a nice boyfriend. Fugo’s entire face goes beet red. If only. 

“A-ah, Mrs. [Last], we’re not dating, actually.” 

“We aren’t, but... you’re right. Fugo is amazing, isn’t he? There’s nothing he can’t do. I appreciate him a lot.” 

On that day, Pannacotta Fugo’s soul ascended. He legitimately cannot stop thinking about this. For you, his crush of many years, to compliment him so genuinely? Fugo.exe has stopped responding .

Narancia Ghirga;

He kinda invites himself along? Narancia is giving himself a bunch of pep talks, thinking of all the things he can say. His train of thought is that if he speaks English well, it’ll impress you! There’s nothing he wants more in this world than for you to think he’s cool and reliable. The problem is that most of his knowledge of English is only from music. So he’s more familiar with vulgarities than anything else. 

You’re understandably hesitant to allow Narancia to tag along. Then he makes the solid point to you that Aerosmith’s radar would come in handy, detecting any potential threats. Narancia is going to be sporting the brightest smile when you concede and say he can come with you, practically vibrating with excitement. He promises that you won’t regret picking him. 

The place he picks to go is a local pizzeria. In his opinion, the pizza you’ve spoken of back home is an insult to humanity. Naples style is the only way to go. He insists on letting your grandparents try “real” pizza, as opposed to whatever your country has. 

Narancia reminiscences about a lot of your past stories together. Nothing that has incriminating undertones, just casual stuff from your years of knowing one another. You’re almost surprised by how he’s remembered all of this. He can’t help it, any time spent with you has been forever imprinted into his mind. 

“So, there was this one time we spent hours looking for [First]’s lost wallet. Come to find out that she just left it in the glove department after we spent the entire evening searching for it. And then--” 

“Narancia, do you have to bring that up? It’s so embarrassing...” 

Leone Abbacchio; 

You’re going to have to pull out some incredible arguments to get him to come along with you. He’s going to say no before you even get the chance to ask, already sensing what it is you’re going to say. So be ready to break out some Ace Attorney level stuff or it’s no dice. He’s already offering special treatment by even letting you try to convince him, anyone else would’ve been shooed away. He has a big soft spot for you :’)...

The most you’ll get him to agree to is one dinner. That’s it. Abbacchio has a lot of baggage with him, and doesn’t think highly of himself. To be honest he’s wondering why you’re even relying on him here. It’s strange, since he appreciates the trust you must have for him, but also doesn’t think it’s deserved. 

He cleans up well. Abbacchio is going to take this occasion very seriously. For most of the dinner he listens to you speaking, rarely offering input unless he finds it necessary. When he does speak he’s more polite than you’ve ever heard him though. You almost wondered if it was Abbacchio who was speaking, and not some imposter. So he is capable of having manners when he wants to... 

He’ll also pay for the dinner, much to your surprise. Will insist on it even. Abbacchio tells you to let them order whatever desserts/wine they want. He’s pulling all the stops to make a good impression. 

“Abba, you really didn’t have to do all that. Please at least let me reimburse some of it.” 

“Would you stop bringing it up already...? They’re your family, so it’s only natural I’d take care of them.” 

Trish Una; 

As the only non Passione member on this list, Trish is an excellent choice! Her singing career is really starting to take off. Your family will find her to be impressive. You’ll have to think of a story for how the two of you are familiar with one another. You can’t very well say you used to be her bodyguard protecting her from assassins lmao.  

Since she needs to travel a lot to different venues for her career, Trish’s English is steadily improving. She’ll normally text you for help if anything is particularly challenging. The biggest challenge would be aligning your schedules together, at the same time they’re visiting. Trish has a way of making time for you. 

One of the things Trish loves to do is give gifts from her travels. So she’ll show up with some little souvenirs for them. It’s a very heartfelt gesture that they appreciate, and she even gives you a gift or two. The queen of good impressions. 

Throughout the years, Trish has managed to gather a sizeable collection of selfies from when you’ve spent time together. At some of her albums release parties, trips to the beach, the times you’ve travelled together. She’s going to have a lot of fun going through her hundreds of photos of you and showing them. 

“Trish, you almost need a SD card for all of these. Just how many pictures of us do you have?”

“Oh, this is just the beginning, [First]. I have a whole other album of when we went to Milan last spring.” 

[mistabullets]

Okay! Imagine! Mista with a S/o that IS Bruno's little sister

> As Bruno’s sister, you respect and appreciate your fratellone.

> He made sure to give you plenty attention when the two of you were younger and in a way, he’s very protective of you. When your father became disabled from the gunshot wounds, Bruno basically raised you and made sure you continue your education. Growing up, it eventually clicked that your older brother was working for the mafia. How else can such a young man his age able to afford your schooling, the nice apartment complex, and your father’s hefty medical bills?

> It made you worried. What if Bruno accidentally cross the wrong people? What if he never came home? You offered to find work, drop out of school, or just do something to ease the burden. You even offered to join Passione but your brother particularly seethed at the idea. “Under absolutely no circumstances will you be doing that, rella. Do me a favor - promise me you will not associate with anyone else in Passione. Am I clear?”

> Swallowing nervously, you promised. He even made you pinky promise.

> Life moved on. Your father passed and Bruno became more committed to his work as he rose through the ranks. Eventually, Bruno found you a nice place in town and paid for your tuition for school. Your essentials were covered. He even made you change your last name so you weren’t associate with him in anyway or form. Bruno always made sure to call you once in day and check in - he was such a mother hen. But you wanted to try to live independently! So you picked up a part time job, perhaps at some cafe, bakery, or restaurant. You didn’t tell your brother about it, since he would throw a fit and tell you to focus on your studies.

> That’s how you met him.

> He was a frequent customer and was quite the looker. A toned body, sun kissed skin, warm dark eyes, and curls peaking out of his hat. He always bought a lot of food - like he had a whole family to feed. But you never questioned it because he was so friendly, maybe a bit too eccentric but endearingly so - sometimes you would sneak him an extra of his favorites. You eventually became aware of his phobia of four and made sure not to give him four of anything. Weeks later, you were bold enough to write your number on a napkin when he made a passing comment how it sucked being single.

> He gave a lopsided smile and asked for your name. You kindly gave it to him and he told you his name. “Guido Mista. I’ll call ya later tonight, Y/N! Maybe we can set up a date or somethin’?”

> When you arrived him, you were eager to receive his call and was pleased when your heard your phone ringing. Eventually, you did set up the date. That date became multiple dates. He started coming over to your apartment and staying the night. It was safe to say the two of you were an item now. There were some questions you would like to ask; why did he have a gun? Why did he talk to himself a lot? How come sometimes he would smell like... iron and death? And god, how much could this man eat? But you assured yourself that it was nothing too serious to fret over. You were just over analyzing.

> Bruno figures out pretty quickly you had a boyfriend and wanted to meet him. But you were quite worried about introducing each other. Your brother was essentially your father figure; he will make it obvious if he approves of your boyfriend or not. You kept postponing dates to meet up - it’s not like you didn’t want Mista to meet Bruno but your brother could be nitpicky about if your lover was good enough for you or not. You didn’t want Guido to feel any pressure from your brother. He was already good enough for you and that’s what matters.

> However Mista is more than eager to introduce you to his familigia. “Well, it’s more like, me and five of dudes but they’re particularly like bros to me!”

> After hearing nothing but praise from your boyfriend, you were looking forward to meeting them as well. When approaching the villa, you wondered how six men in their late teens and early twenties can afford to board such an estate. You were greeted by four other men - a pretty blonde with curls and a braid greeted you, a studious young man in green teaching a messy haired with purple eyes, and a brooding man with long silver hair tuning out the world with his headphones.

> “Finally we can have dinner!” Narancia shouts.

> “Narancia, you dumbass, we have a guest here! And we need to finish this problem here!” Fugo exclaims, looking like he wants to stab the boy.

> “Will the two of you shut up? I can hear you through my headphones and our capo is still doing paperwork upstairs!” Abbacchio takes a glance up at you, “You look quite familiar...” he murmurs.

> Giorno leads you to the kitchen and it smells like your mother’s home meals. You settle in a seat right next to Mista and you can hear your stomach growl. “Our capo was expecting ya and took the time out of his day to make this dish! He’s honestly a really good cook when he wants to be. He’s honestly like, the big brother of this group, aside from Abba over there—“

> “Don’t call me that,” Abbacchio sighs, popping open a bottle of red wine. You giggle - despite the chaos and the energy strumming through the air, you can appreciate how homely it is. You’re growing comfortable already, Mista already has a hold of your hand under the table, happy that everyone so far has been welcoming in their own unique way. You’re growing used the all the noises and clattering of plates, you don’t hear the footsteps approaching. You raise your head up to greet the new presence, only to find a familiar face that looks much like your own. The rest of the gang noticed and perks up, wondering why the two of you look so taken aback.

> “B-Bruno?” you ask in disbelief

> “Huh? Ya know Bucciarati or somethin’, bambina?” your boyfriend ask, swallowing nervously.

> “We do. She’s my sister, after all,” Bruno responds, collecting his composure despite Narancia in the background saying “holy shit that’s your sister?” Even Abbacchio lets out a surprised gasp. Mista is glancing at the two of you, back and forth, the similarities of facial structures and eyes now dawning on the gunslinger. What a small world. And you, on the other hand, are now coming to realization that this must be Bruno’s team. So that means... you’ve been dating a mafioso for the past months now - the gun and the smell of iron (no, blood) made a sense now. And you inadvertently broke Bruno’s promise: to not associate with a gangster.

Perhaps after dinner, we can talk about this.” Oh no. Was he angry? Upset? There was something laced with his words. Dinner passed by with awkward silence, despite how delicious the food was. No wonder it smelled so much like home... You held onto to Mista’s hand, as if to reassure him. And while he couldn’t grasp the entirety of the situation, he tried to sympathize with his capo. He understood why you may have been kept a secret - Passione’s underbelly screamed dangerous and someone would definitely try to use you as bait for Bucciarati. After all, Polpo’s suicide was still being investigated and there have been rumors flying around about how suspicious it was that one of Bruno’s subordinates last saw him alive. This double your risk. Not only was your brother a capo for Passione but your boyfriend was gunslinger for mafia as well.

> After dinner, Bruno wants to talk to Mista alone. You dread whatever his verdict will be and wait outside silently, hoping your brother doesn’t force Mista to cut things off with you. To be frank, you didn’t mind Guido being part of the mafia - sure, it was scary to ponder if your loved one was okay and wonder if they’ll come home alive. But Bruno had survived for this long. Guido definitely had the will to do the same. And you doubt this man would wanna put you in active harm’s way! He cried one time for accidentally hitting your face during a tickle fight once so you knew his motives weren’t ulterior.

> Bruno questioned Mista like it was an interrogation. While he knew his underling was a good man at heart, Bruno couldn’t help but worry for his baby sister - that was his only family left. He was surprised to learn the two of you met at your part time job. Bruno specifically told you not to worry about finances! “Listen Bucciarati, ya sis loves ya. She talks ‘bout what a great guy ya are ‘nd how much you’ve done for her. But... you also been makin’ her feel sheltered. She was so nervous ‘bout us meeting. I... I know ya wanna protect her and so do I! But ya can’t be babyin’ her forever. Ya gotta let her make her own choices. So I ain’t gonna break up with her. That’s up to her, for her to decide, ya know?”

> After reflecting on the younger man’s words, he reluctantly agrees with him. Sure, you are his baby sister but you’re an adult and can make your own decision. You can distinguish what is and isn’t safe. Obviously, you’re not that naive. And perhaps with the gang knowing about your existence, that would grant you extra protection if anything were to happen. He sighs, “Fair enough. But if you break my sister’s heart, I will lock you up in Sticky Finger’s dimension. And make sure you protect her. Understood, Mista?”

> Mista particularly beams. “Understood, capo! Thank ya for blessin’, I promise I’ll take care of her.”

> In the end, you continue to date Mista. It definitely takes awhile to adjust - while your brother is understanding your relationship and respects it, he’ll glare daggers at Mista if he’s being a little too touchy during dinners and outings. You thank Bruno for allowing this relationship and apologize for accidentally breaking that one promise.

> He smiles at you softly, finding it endearing how you kept that to heart. “Well, promise me not to do anything stupid and keep up with your studies, alright?” he offers his pinky to you.

> “Alright, I promise!”

> “Oh, I don’t even think about marriage and kids until you’re done with your studies—“

> “Bruno, hush!”

[sayuricorner]

Miraculous Ladybug salt x Jojo’s bizarre adventure: “Biodad!Jonathan Joestar” AU

Headcanons part 1

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing.

Warning 2: This AU content salt don’t like don’t read!

Warning 3: For the Jojo character’s palettes colors I use the anime palette colors as reference.

If you want to use this AU you can! just credite and tag me in return please! :)

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So, in many ML biodad AUs Marinette’s bio dad is most of the time someone like Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark, but how about:

                                 Biodad! Jonathan Joestar AU

I mean when you think about it both Marinette and Jonathan are alike in looks and personnality!

Appearance:

-Both got blue hair

-Both got light blue eyes

Personnality:

-Both are kind souls

-Both are selfless and think about others before themself most of the time

-Both got a strong sense of justice

-Both are very smart

-Both are combative when needed

-Both don’t hesitate to put themself in danger to protect others

-Both can over-react when they’re carried away by their emotions

And just imagine the story possibilities with this AU!

“But Sayuri! Jonathan Joestar is from the Victorian aera and Marinette is born in the french modern aera how Jonathan would be Marinette’s bio dad in this AU?”

Well the same way which make Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel Jonathan’s kids:

Yep! In this AU Marinette is another child born from Dio’s one night stands!

Now I know that make Marinette Dio’s daughter too and I know Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel are mostly know as Dio’s children but to be honest I consider them more as Jonathan’s kids than as Dio’s because honnestly outside of the head the rest of the body is Jonathan’s.

How Marinette’s conception happen then? Well here’s how:

Years before Marinette’s birth, a young adult Sabine Cheng was on a trip in Egypt, she meet Dio in a bar one night, he seduced her and they got a one night stand, with Dio having the intention to suck Sabine’s blood after, but at one Dio got a brutal crisis.

Normally anyone would get afraid and run away but instead Sabine, being the kind person she was, had done all she can to calm down Dio with all the tenderness she can give. And without being aware of it this actually saved her life.

After helping Dio to calm down both fall asleep, Dio woke up later in night while Sabine was still asleep.

Remembering the warm and familiar kind feeling he experienced during his “episode”, a feeling he didn’t feel for a very long time, he decided to spare Sabine under the pretext he wasn’t in the mood to suck her blood anymore before living to go back to his mansion.

In the morning Sabine wake up only to notice Dio left and never see him again after that night, she go on with her trip and when she go back to France she found out she was pregnant.

She decided to keep the baby, times later she meet and fall in love with Tom Dupain, both end up marrying to each other and Tom adopt Marinette and became legally her father.

The Dupain-Cheng couple also decided to give her a middle name “Joanne” in memory of one of Tom’s aunts with who he was close, making her full name “Marinette Joanne Dupain-Cheng”

Does that mean Marinette in this AU had the Joestar birthmark? Yep, she does! And she also got the Joestar genes when it’s come to body shape: as a kid she look like a shrimp but when she will be older she will get rather tall and will got more muscules to her peers’s surprise.

Did she had a stand in this AU? Yes!

Her stand is called [Viva la vida], a reference to the Coldplay’s song, this stand had the power to create miracles like making plants grow, healing illness and bad injures or being a big source of luck she also had a big affinity with plants and animals. But her powers had limits for example while her miracles allow her to bring back someone to life it’s only possible if the dead person isn’t dead for a too long time and make a powerfull miracle drain Marinette energy and she end up knocked out for a time.

When Marinette is Ladybug, [Viva la vida]’s miracles powers are stronger.

[Viva la vida] isn’t a stand know for her strengh but she’s very fast which allow her to make a lot of punches and kicks at the same time.

Stand’s appearance: [Viva la vida] is an humanoid stand with beetle features, her color schemes are black white and pink, she had beetle wings, big rond blue non-reflective eyes and her head is rond with two anthenas and is a head smaller than Marinette.

But if [Viva la vida] is a cute stand when Marinette is a civil, when the young girl took her Ladybug form, her stand took a more imposing and majesting appearance, she became taller, more muscular, her eyes smaller and almond shaped, her whole body get more armors features and her colors scheme change to black and red with black dots and she emit a rather intimidating aura.

Stand’s behavior: [Viva la vida] is a very expressive stand and very sentient and is a friendly and playfull stand. She’s very curious by nature and had the habit to examin in curiosity when Marinette meet new people or stands. Her being very sentient allow her to sometimes act as a conscience to Marinette.

She also love to eat cookies baked by Marinette.

When Marinette is Ladybug, [Viva la vida] is more serious and a more combative behavior.

Stand’s cry: “Mira!” a reference to “miraculous” and to the word miracle.

AU additional details:

-Class salt

-Bustier salt/bad teacher Bustier

-Adrien salt or Adrien sugar(it’s up to whoever use this AU)

-Lila salt

-Chloe redemption

-Class redemption, a part having a redemption or none of them having a redemption(you choose)

-Permanent miraculous user Luka

-Permanent miraculous user Kagami

-Stand user Luka

-Not everyone die AU/temporary death AU: if some Jojo characters like the Pillarmen, Caesar, Kakoyin, Avdol and Iggy are alive but others like Buccellatti, Abbacchio, Narancia and La Squadra are still dead but will not stay dead(You’ll see).

-Good father Jotaro

-Marinette's closed friends/loved ones calling her "Jojo" in reference to her middle name "Joanne"

-Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel adopted by the Dupain-Cheng

-Protective siblings Donatello, Giorno, Rikiel and Ungalo

-Marinette being the baby sister of all Jonathan’s and Dio’s kids

-[Viva la vida] being a cute stand

-Marinette, Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel not acknowledging Dio as their dad

-Protective Joestar family

-Jonadad

-Good parents Sabine and Tom Dupain-Cheng

-Permanent miraculous users Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel

-Badass Marinette

-Scientist Gina Dupain at Speedwagon Foundation

-Diavolo and Doppio getting differents boddies

-Akumatised Marinette with her stand being corrupted and turned into a sentimonster.(You’ll see! ;) )

-Temporary Ladybug!Giorno (You’ll see! ;) )

-Diavolo still stuck in the death loop(’cause it’s only canon if Diavolo die!)

-The Pillarmen knowing about the miraculous

-Shipping:You decide the ship you want just not Adrinette please

Arcs for this AU:

The bizarre origins arc:

This arc is about the origins of Marinette’s birth, her growing up and getting a stand, becoming Ladybug and learning to accomplish her duties as Ladybug while learning to control and use her stand and meeting others stand users.(ex: Luka)

The bizarre USA adventures arc:

Take place times after Lila’s return, the liar keep her word and little by little Marinette’s friends turned their back on her and the fights against the akumas are always very hard to not say harder especially ever since she became the guardian.

Seeing their daughter’s moral so down Sabine and Tom decide to send Marinette to Gina to the USA for summer break. After making sure to had Kaalki with her to teleport back to Paris when an akuma attack, Marinette go on a trip to the USA with her grandmother.

But what should have been a normal vacation trip will take a bizarre turn when Marinette will learn about Gina’s job at the mysterious Speedwagon Foundation which will lead to a meeting with four ancients Aztec gods of fitness, getting informations about stands and her mysterious lineage and a meeting with three american unknow brothers.

(In this AU the Pillarmen aren’t dead after Battle Tendency but they’re detained by the Speedwagon Foundation)

The bizarre mass resurection mystery arc:

A lot of things happened in Marinette’s life, things she didn’t expected whatever in good or bad.

Finding out about her grandmother’s job at the Speedwagon Foundation, learning more about her stand, finding about the existence of three brothers and having said newfound brothers being adopted by her parents, her friends isolating her thank to Lila and learning she by Bustier she and Chloe were banned from the class field trip...

So she decided with to create with other classmates from the school a trip club and after some successful fundraisers the club get a trip to Italy.

And since Hawkmoth seemed to not have attacked for a time there isn’t any problems to go on that trip.

In Italy, on Giorno’s side the part 5 events happen just like in canon while on Marinette’s side she and the trip club get a good time in Italy until a particuliary violent stand user akuma attack the country. He was akumatised by Hawkmoth ‘cause Gabriel Agreste was on a business trip in Italy and thought creating a akuma in the country would attract Ladybug and Chat Noir and give him an advantage since the akuma attack in a unfamiliar place.

The fight was very hard but in the end Marinette and her allies were able to beat the akuma and with her miraculous powers combined with her stand powers she revert any damage... it’s even worked for damage/injuries/death by stands leaving Marinette knocked out for a time since she use a lot of energy while using her stand’s miracle powers.

On Giorno’s side after he beat Diavolo and became the boss it was noticed that Buccelatti, Narancia, Abbacchio, the whole La Squadra were bring back to life.

Even Doppio was back but in a boddy of his own.

Everyone thought at first this was the work of [Gold experience requiem] but it was reveiled later this was the work of another stand which will put Giorno, his gang and even Jotaro with the SWF on a big infestigation which will lead them to the stand user resposible for this mystery and unknowly to them and to Marinette to one big bizarre family reunion.

The bizarre family arc:

With everything which happened in Italy, Marinette not only had to deal with Lila, Hawkmoth, the akumas and her guardian duties but also with the discovery of an extended families and horrible and disturbing informations about “one of her bio fathers”.

And one day Lila took things too far leading Marinette to unleash all her frustration, stress and anger making her akumatised and it will be up to Giorno as a temporary Ladybug holder, her true friends and her family to saved her from herself and from Hawkmoth’s influence.

But the task will be hard with not only Marinette being akumatised but also with her stand [Viva la vida] having being unconsciously corrupted by Mayura while trying to corrupt Marinette turning her into a sentimonster.

The bizarre final showdown arc:

A alliance between Hawkmoth and a mysterious priest will lead the miraculous villain to his ultimate plan by helping the priest to resurect a powerful man, a man infamous for being a curse to the Joestar family and to the world, with the promise to achieve Heaven and to gain a power which will allow Hawkmoth to do all he want.

It will be up to Marinette, her friends, allies and her new found family to put an end to Hawkmoth once for all and to beat this priest before the worst happen with the resurection of the infamous Dio.

But bizarre chains of events will lead to another resurection, the resurection of a man very well know by the Joestar family and who’s tightly connected to Marinette, Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel.

[brattata]

Hi there! Hope I'm not too late for match-up xD

K, X and Z from fluff alphabet, please!

I'm 19 y.o bi girl, inclined towards men. At first I might seen as cold and serious cuz of my resting biatch face, but I'm very empathetic, kind and easygoing person. Was ENFP last time I checked xD May be a little shy and scared about relationship thanks to abandonment issues ™, so I will never approach first till get sure that person is serious about me and doesn't count me as a stupid clown. Tho, if I get in relationship, I will be very affectionate and loving towards them x) Really love singing and I have a dream to become opera singer one day... But now I'm just finishing my degree on engineering, lol.

Jojo/Genshin/JJK match, please!

No worries, you're not too late! For the masterlist, I'm going to call you 🎶 anon.

It's been sooo long since I wrote for JJBA, so I have to seize this chance! 👊 Initially I thought you might make an interesting couple with Abbacchio, but the problem is he will never everrrr make the first move or even act like he's interested in you, just wait for you to end up with someone else and stew in his regret. 😔 Instead, I'm going in a different direction and matching you with...

Guido Mista! Mista shares your outgoing, laidback nature, but while you can be a little guarded about your feelings sometimes, he's pretty much an open book. There's no mind games or negging with Mista - it's very obvious that he's attracted to you (at first glance) and also respects you (after he gets to know you). He can be sloppy and crude sometimes, but he's also reliable and even kind of a gentleman, in his way. Also, isn't a mafioso dating an opera singer so romantic? 😍 Tbh, he...really didn't get the appeal of opera at first, but he's learning to like it for you.

K is for Kiss:

Your first kiss with Mista is good, but kind of...artificial. That's because he rehearses it for, like, weeks. He reads up on kissing techniques, (re)watches a bunch of romantic movies, asks for advice from Trish (actually pretty helpful) and even Giorno (useless). His lips are smooth and dry, breath is fresh, solid technique, but it just doesn't have the passion you were expecting. As he gets more confident the kisses will get wilder though. You won't be disappointed. 😉

X is for XOXO:

Unless you're someone who hates all PDA, I think Mista gives the perfect amount of it, actually. He's not the classiest guy in the world, but he has enough class not to make out with you in public. He does usually like to walk with his arm around your shoulders or waist, and he'll kiss your cheek/forehead or peck you on the lips, but that's about all. He's a little touchier in private, and he does like to cuddle, but he can adjust to your preferences.

Z is for Zeal:

He would literally die for you. Gold Experience could probably patch him up in time, but please don't test it. A better question might be whether he would betray Giorno for you. That's...actually less certain. I think he would, under the right conditions, but only if he really couldn't see any other way.

Thanks for joining the event, and I hope you liked your match! It's nice writing for JoJo again! ☺️

[mofieroll]

Cloud Nine (Giorno Giovanna x F!Reader)

A Post!VA Giorno Giovanna x Reader one shot where you meet him after being separated in childhood, and bond with his gang.

AU: Everybody Lives

Word Count: 5.4k

The rustling of papers, followed by a scribbling of pen, engulfed the room of a busy man. Daylight and wind coming from the balcony and windows helped him read through the documents with no problem. It was a nice sunny day, but it's nothing special for someone flooded with loads of work and responsibilities.

Since the day they defeated Diavolo, the previous evil boss of Passione, a mafia organization that stands at the top in Italy, and had his high-ranking position taken, the new boss made sure to achieve his justified dream and clean up the dirty mess in the organization. It was easier said than done: starting from removing and adding new rules, stopping operations that involved children and drugs, proving that he's worthy of being Passione's boss — as someone who has taken down a powerful boss with a heart of gold, he won't be one to use violent means to gain respect unless thoroughly provoked —, protecting himself against loyal followers of Diavolo, and many things that can either be said or is trivial in the mafia world.

That's just a gist of the work of Gang-STAR, Giorno Giovanna, and he's glad that he doesn't need to look out for his back because of his resilient comrades that he shared influencial goodness with.

“Giorno, Mista called me to meet you. I say, this must be something serious,” A man with straight bowl cut and gold pins wearing a black and gold suit entered after receiving permission to enter Giorno's office, “Are you going to send me somewhere?”

Giorno placed the documents and his pen aside, looking up to the man as he leaned his arms on his table, “Yes, although, it's a simple task.” He pushed a folder, which he got from a drawer, across the table for the other man to see.

The man took the folder and read the papers inside as he noted of the important details, “This is.. a profile of a girl and her father who's a well-known government official. For what exact reason did you show me this?”

“You should've known, Bucciarati. Of course we'd be babysitting that girl,” A man with long purple hair and lips who had a goth style entered, “Sorry not sorry for barging in, Giorno,” He lazily said as he walked to the two men on the table, the mentioned latter only nodding at him, “You could stop hiding now, Narancia. Giorno said it's okay for us to go in.”

“Eh? Are you sure, Abbacchio?” Another man, who seemed to be more fitting of the word best boy, peeked from the outside of the door, his orange headband being the most noticeable, “I didn't hear Giorno say something since we came here earlier!”

“Clean your ears, didn't you hear him talk to Bucciarati?” Abbacchio replied.

Giorno looked at Bucciarati as a demand of explanation, “We had hesitations on knocking, Giorno. It makes sense that you're busy and we wouldn't want to disturb you, especially since you haven't left this room for days.” He received, making him nod in understanding.

Narancia had now entered the room, reading the folder and sitting on the couch with Abbacchio as Bucciarati sat on one of the chairs in front of Giorno's table, “So, you're saying that I'll be bringing her to you from the airport, and that's it?” Bucciarati asked with ceased brows, receiving a quiet nod from the blonde.

“It doesn't make one hell of a sense. So what if she's the daughter of a politician? That doesn't make her special to have the mafia as her bodyguards,” Abbacchio raised a brow at Giorno, snatching the folder from Narancia's hold and slid it on the coffee table, “THAT doesn't make her special to have YOU as her bodyguard, Giorno.” He pointed out, resting his back on the couch with crossed arms like an angry dad.

Narancia scratched his head with a scrunched nose, “Isn't it exactly what makes her special? Being a child of a famous politician is no joke, so it'd be safer for them to have the mafia on their side, right?” He asked in confusion, making Abbacchio glance at him with an ‘I know that, idiot’ look.

Bucciarati cleared his throat, “What Abbacchio and Narancia's trying to say is, we understand that her life is on the line because she'll be alone for a whole month here in Italy, but why does it have to be you, Giorno, that has to take care of her? You have better things to do as Passione's new boss, we could easily do it for you.” He told Giorno who was expectant of their questions.

“That is not what I—”

“Yeah, totally! It's like how we did with Trish, you know? Oh, we could just take her to Trish too, Giorno! Girls have this thing for each other—”

Narancia stopped himself after receiving a warning glance from the capo, and also realizing that he was face-to-face with his boss. This is work they're talking about. Chats, even if it's with his closest friends, aren't welcome right now.

“I understand your concerns, Abbacchio, Bucciarati. And thank you for the suggestion, Narancia, but I've already decided that she'll be staying with me. I trust that she won't be much of a nuisance than we think she would be, so my significant work for Passione won't get disturbed. There is absolutely no reason to worry,” Giorno glanced at Bucciarati, “I would only need Bucciarati to bring her to me, and that will be all. You don't need to get involved, Abbacchio.”

“You made it sound like you know her well, Giorno. But since you gave me permission not to care, that's what I'll be doing. You have my thanks.” Abbacchio stood up and raised his hands, making a roll motion on one before he bowed and had the three men watch him leave the room.

Narancia did not follow the long-haired man, and instead firmly sat on the couch with a pout on his face, “Is there something you want to tell me, Narancia?” Giorno asked, figuring that the boy had an unspoken thought in his mind.

Bucciarati excused himself, bowing before he says that he'll be preparing the car. Narancia waited for him to leave before jumping from the couch to the seat in front of Giorno's table, who had been waiting for him to speak up.

“This is my only chance now that the oldies are out of the way— Giorno, can I go with Bucciarati?” He asked after preventing the chair from falling. Giorno nodded, “Then— can we hang with her? Like if she's with you and stuff? I'm.. kind of missing Trish so..”

Right, of course Narancia would be excited that a girl would be bonding with them again even if it's not Trish, who moved somewhere in Italy to continue and enjoy the life she deserved. Giorno saw no harm in letting his group connect with you, so he nodded once again.

Narancia grinned, jumping from the chair to the ground with a fist above. He faced Giorno to bow, almost reaching the floor, and ran to the door as he regained his energy. Giorno felt himself smile, silently glad that he got through an adventure with the same people that he's with now.

“Ah, thanks Giorno! You're the best boss! We'll be sure to bring [Y/N] safe!”

[Y/N].. [Y/N] [L/N]. The name of someone who he thought he'd never see again. Someone he met as Giorno, but kept calling him Haruno because she thought he'd remember him better if she does. Now that he recalls it, more flashbacks of you came into mind, driving him to have a break from work and chill on the balcony. He leaned on the fence and observed the garden below him.

You were a childhood friend of Giorno's that he met here in Italy. You belonged to a wealthy family who had connections to the people on the upper hierarchy, consisting of an overwhelming line of successful politicians. When he knew of this, he was already your bestfriend who you invited to hang out at your family mansion, and there he felt at home more than he did at his own. Your mother was a simple and humble woman while your father was the tough and thoughtful kind. Giorno saw for himself how you managed to be sweet yet cunning at the same time — you often scared off his bullies —, making him develop a puppy crush on you at the age of eight.

Everything was going well with you and your family on his side, your father privately scaring his father if he intended to hurt him more, your mother trying to make his mother understand that he needs proper loving and care. But then, it had to end. For a reason unknown to him and yourself, your family had to move to another country, and that's with no proper goodbyes.

It's not really the time to be melancholic, you're coming back at Italy after all. How did he even know of you and your family's whereabouts if you were gone in his life for a decade now? Simple, because if the boss of Passione aims to achieve something, he'll use his available resources to get it. Relating that to you, he'd say that connecting with your family and meeting you again was his goals, and he's proud that he overcame it. After speaking to your father and proving to him that he's to be trusted with your well-being and safety, he was informed that your father will be sending you to Italy for vacation. Your father even thanked him for appearing in the right time, saying that he wouldn't want you to be completely alone with strangers when he and her wife's away for work, and that you would be happier with him.

Technically, you'd be alone with strangers if you're with him too — his diverse gang crossing his mind —, but did your father mean it when he said you'd be happier with him? He didn't tell your father what he does in his life now, and that just proves how much he's trusted by the [L/N]s.

But will you trust him if you learn that he's the boss of a mafia organization? Yes, it's nonsense to doubt you. What matters is that you get to spend time together once more.

You're still his biggest crush and his first love now, after all.

—

You crouched outside the airport, your backpack resting in front of your chest as you faced your sunglasses on the back of your head. You know you looked ridiculous, but the boredom of waiting for Haruno had striked you. You arrived thirty minutes earlier, expecting that he'd be early too, but the cute familiar black-haired Japanese wasn't in sight. You were starting to think that your papa tricked you so that he could have your mama alone, but that didn't sound right for middle-aged people like them. Plus, why did they have to send you back here at your hometown just so you could be safe? Well, they obviously didn't know that you could take care of yourself with the help of your.. psh. None of it made sense, but since it's free vacation you're talking about, you just brushed off the complains.

“Excuse me, Signora, but are you [Y/N] [L/N]?”

A deep voice spoke from beside you, making you flinch in surprise. You could've sworn that the voice you heard was sexy, but what you saw when you looked up at the person beside you was much more sexier. You don't remember Italian men being this beautiful, “Yes! And you are?” You jumped to your feet, gulping as you stood in front of the man, “You aren't Haruno, are you?”

“Haruno..?” The man repeated and shook his head, “Sorry to disappoint, but no. My name is Bruno Bucciarati, a friend of Giorno Giovanna. I take it he's.. Haruno?”

You sounded an ‘oh..’ before nodding. You wanted to ask why he's here instead of your childhood friend, but you just waited for him to explain, not wanting to come off as rude.

“Alright, then you must be confused as to why I'm here instead of him?” He asked like he read your mind, making you nod, “I'll be brief for now, is that okay?” He asked again and you gave a pursed smile in return, noticing how he acknowledges your comfort, “Hm, to start off, Giorno has a busy work. It mostly takes away all his time, including now, so we volunteered to fetch you here and bring you to him.”

You were about to ask where he is now and what work does he do but you did not, thinking it must be private, “Is that so, Bucciarati? Thank you for your time, but you didn't have to do this! I could just wait until he's.. uh, free and not busy!” You smiled, “Besides, I'd be pretty jetlagged anytime now.. you could go with your friend and if it's no biggie, tell Haruno he shouldn't worry about me! I'll be here for a whole month anyways,” You convinced.

Bucciarati noted how you told him to go with his friend, connecting it with how he said ‘they’ volunteered. You're a perceptive one, huh? Abbacchio must be right, Giorno knows you very well, and that fact is enough for him to let you be the closest to him. You had to be someone Giorno's familiar with for him to guard you himself, someone who has to be special to him.

He smiled back at you, “I'm sure Giorno would love your company, Signora. Won't you be staying with him?”

And with that, Bucciarati had you speechless. He had reminded you that you'll be living with Haruno as a safety measure. It sounded cute when it came from your papa because he still saw both of you as kids, but now that you know that he works for a living, the realization that he's matured mentally and.. physically had hit you. The excitement of meeting him again didn't let the realization cross your mind when you agreed to living with him here.

But again, it's your best childhood friend you're talking about, so no complains.

You now sat on a couch of what seemed to be an office after the ride with Bucciarati and his other friends Narancia and Mista. You almost decided to have a happy crush on Bucciarati, especially on how soft he was around you, but you backed it off after meeting the other two who just had the most chaotic energies you aspired to have. You learned from Mista that Narancia struggled with mathematics so you told him that you could help him, while you noticed on the former that he had a pistol with him so you asked him if he could teach you sometimes, both offers being ecstatically agreed to. The plans for your vacation were going well, but you still haven't met Haruno. Sucks that you've been told to stay and wait at the room you're in without the candidates of who's going to be your vacation crush.

As you searched inside your bag, a person entered the room, “I'm sorry for making you wait, I went outside to buy food for us.” Thinking that the person was one of the first three you met, you didn't looked up and continued searching, only saying ‘It's fine!’.

The person, who happened to be Giorno, had three boxes of pizza and two tubs of ice cream in his arms. It was whack food for his reuniting with you, but he knows that you won't be having the energy to eat at a fancy restaurant right now. He'd be sure to take you in one, though.

He placed the foods on the coffee table and sat on the couch opposite of where you were, trying to have a proper look of your face. You had your natural [H/C] covering it though, your bowed head making it even impossible for him. He sat properly and faked a cough, at that you had already found what you were looking for.

You lifted your head, but unfortunately, the photo you were holding hid your face. Is he being teased right now?

On the other hand, you were smiling and admiring the photo. It had an image of you and Haruno, both your arms hanging on each other's necks as you cheekily grinned and he had a smile, your head resting on his. It was just one of the mementos you had, a lot of stuffs stored back at your room. Looking back makes you feel warm everytime, but it could be better if you met Haruno right now.

Giorno faked a cough once again, and you peeked, quickly putting back the photo inside after you saw a new.. face. He wore a black and green suit that bared his chest as he had his usual hairstyle, his long blonde hair tied into a fish braid while his hair's brim were rolled into three. Giorno was looking “mhm!” and you had to deny it, aiming not to embarrass yourself.

You placed your backpack beside you and fixed your sitting position, “Ah.. sorry, I thought you were someone I already met. I'm [Y/N] [L/N], do you own this place? Bucciarati and the others told me to wait here for Haruno, I could wait somewhere else if you want!”

It was a given that he'd be unrecognizable because of his hair and brows turning blonde, but Giorno had widened his eyes, shocked for one fact: you called him Haruno.

“Uhm.. hey? I'm sorry again. I'll just go wait outside now, thank you!” You were fast on clinging your bag to your shoulders and hurrying to the door, but not fast enough for the Giorno Giovanna with you. Before you could open the door, Giorno went beside you and held your wrist with a firm grip.

Giorno gulped the slump in his throat, “It's me, [Y/N],” He started, confusing you, “Haruno.. Haruno Shiobana.”

You dropped your backpack upon hearing this, a surprised face on you, “W-what? But.. he isn't.. are you.. no, there's no reason for you to do that. Is it.. really you? Like.. my Haruno Shiobana? My Giorno? My GioGio?” You held his shoulders and shook his taller form, your voice becoming more and more loud as you asked his names.

Giorno let out a tranced chuckle as he looked at your eyes, seeing your eyes express your excitement. Oh, how much he missed those, “Yes, [Y/N]. It's me, your Haruno.”

That was the confirmation you needed to finally burst out, your hands tightening on his shoulders as you jumped, “Can I.. can I hug you?” You politely asked, knowing how sensitive he can be to physical affection, and he slowly nodded.

You stomped your feet as a wide smile formed on your face, your eyes starting to well up tears. Wrapping your arms around his neck after you admired his beauty, locking him in a lodged hug, “I-I can't believe how much you've outgrown me! And blonde hair?! Are you kidding me?! It looks perfect on you! You were the cutest back then but now— I don't even know how to begin! Puberty hit you like an airplane crash when I'm here looking like a potato sack! You're really unfair, Haruno!”

Giorno had one of his rarest smiles on his face because of your adorable outburst, his arms wrapping around your waist to hug you back. You described yourself so wrong when your form and your charming personality wouldn't even have that as an option of definition. He lovingly rubbed your back, trying to soothe you as he felt warm tears on his shoulder, “Shh.. I wouldn't even dare challenge your own alluring beauty, cara.”

Unbeknownst to Giorno who was indulged in your hug though, a part of him was up and willing to challenge you.

His Stand, Gold Experience Requiem or GER, manifested behind him and on the side where you placed your head. Feeling a presence of someone, you looked up with quivering lips, gasping as your eyes laid on a gold humanoid floating behind Giorno. You stepped back and pulled the man with you, pointing to the humanoid, “H-Haruno! Look out!”

Giorno changed your position and pushed you behind him out of fighting instinct, giving him a decent look on his sentient Stand, “GER? [Y/N].. you can see it?” He turned to look at you and you nodded, “You're a Stand User too.. I didn't know about that.”

Giorno led you to the couch with GER behind him and sat beside you, explaining to you what a Stand is. You were glad to know that you weren't the only one with an ability who had a form that no one else around your home sees, so when he asked you to show your Stand, you confidently called for its name. It manifested behind you, its head resting on your shoulder. Giorno, as the sweetheart that he is to you, complimented it before asking its ability. As you were explaining your Stand's ability, both of your and Giorno's Stands now faced and admired each other's forms behind the couch.

“Stand Users attract each other, huh? That's neat.”

Abbacchio, who had his red and green headphones and his eyes closed, stood by the now opened door with crossed arms. Your Stands weren't bothered by the disturbance and just kept staring at each other while you and Giorno had your attention on the man.

“I-I'm sorry, would you like to join us? You must be Haruno's friend too, it would be great if we all got along, wouldn't it? He actually bought too much pizza so..” You informed after hesitating. You walked up to the door, Giorno following you while he had his eyes glued on Abbacchio, ready to warn him not to be rude to you, “I'm [Y/N] [L/N], and you must be?”

Abbacchio opened an eye and saw his boss' firm look. He clicked his tongue and pushed himself from leaning to face you, “Leone Abbacchio.”

Giorno softened when you turned to face him with a cheerful smile, “Haruno, can we call the others? Pizza and ice cream is better when shared, yeah?”

Abbacchio observed Giorno carefully, and he never thought he'd see him go all soft and protective just for a woman. The way he looked at you was different, like he adored everything about you and every word you say. Yet, this was the same Giorno who stepped out of his league to achieve his impossibly deadly dream. Giorno Giovanna never fails to surprise him, it seems.

“Yes, of course, as long as you're comfortable. I'll call them, you should go sit while you wait,” Giorno stepped aside, leting you walk back to the couch and join the staring contest between the Stands. He faced Abbacchio, “You should go sit with her, Abbacchio. How about you try to see if she's as special as I think she is?”

Abbacchio smirked on Giorno's challenge. He won't be able to use his old trick without a tea set available, but that isn't to say he doesn't have any more up his dress sleeves, “It's my pleasure, Don Giorno.”

Oblivious to Giorno's hands behind him, you caught his signal that both of you invented when you were children. It was made just for fun, usually used when you two hung out at your home and had nothing to do except to troll your parents and the helpers. It was fun seeing them get utterly confused with your and Giorno's antics, maybe it won't be so bad to have a little trip to nostalgia.

And needless to say, it was a fun trip, not just for you and Giorno, but for the whole gang, after seeing Abbacchio get his peach handed back to him from you. You had doubts if you should do that one prank you devised long ago against a man who looked like he knew of your deepest secrets, but it was successful nonetheless. The others got back to the office while you were doing it, and like they were used to the tense atmosphere caused by harmless waggery, they waited for the big reveal of who'll be the embarrassed and the victor. In this case, Abbacchio lost, hissing as he almost flipped the table in dismay, and you won, leaning on the arm of the couch as you made two peace signs and crossed your arms, a smug grin and black sunglasses on your face — which your Stand mimicked — while Narancia and Mista screamed behind you, the Sex Pistols jumping up and down your body as Aerosmith flew around. Bucciarati sat beside Abbacchio, calming him down, and Giorno was standing at the other end of your couch, smiling in amusement at them and in awe with you.

It has only been hours since you've met the gang, but the bonding was one of those spent with close friends. You felt at home with them, especially when Giorno's around, and they also did with you. Because of their experience with Trish, they had been inclined to thinking that guarding you isn't something of professional duty, although Giorno had thought of that from the start.

You were now laying and dozing off on the couch, the jetlag and drained energy getting to you. Giorno sat on the floor beside you, watching you as you slept peacefully.

Mista crouched beside Giorno as the others cleaned up, “Yo, boss. Shouldn't we put her to bed? She might wake up feeling uncomfortable.”

“She told me she..” Giorno had his face warm up, which didn't go unnoticed by Mista, “She wants to be close to me,” He said with the most unflustered voice he can do.

Mista surpressed a laugh, “Then go for it! Put her to bed and sleep with her! Aren't you childhood friends? The closest? Doesn't that mean you've slept with her before like when you're playing or something?”

Giorno sighed, still looking at you, “Well yeah, but this is different. We're not kids anymore.”

“Don't misunderstand, Giorno. You're just being by her side like she requested you to, she trusts you enough not to do anything that would ruin that trust. Besides, we all saw how you looked at her! It was obvious that you missed— Okay boss, I know you got it.” Mista, who had been carried away with giving advice, received a warning glance from Giorno, so he stopped himself and patted his boss' back before leaving.

Giorno patiently waited for everyone to leave — each of them giving him a thumbs up —, all the while sitted by your side as he thought of what Abbacchio said to him when he came back after the others had left.

“Hey, Giorno. She isn't a nuisance, at least. It's not everyday you get to spend a break with someone like her. Use your smart ass and don't ruin it.”

He was right, but what does he mean to not ruin it? You're resting, what else does he have to do? He could continue reading through his paperworks while he waited for you to wake up, that way he won't have to worry about those later and get to have more time for you.

It was settled. Giorno stood up and was going to walk to his table, only to be stopped by a hand. He looked back, and saw your hand unyieldingly holding his. Surprised, he checked your face, but you were still fast asleep and were not faking it. He hitched a breath, he's getting flustered over holding hands with you even if you closely held each other earlier. Did he intertwined his hand with you, or was it you who did it? To answer it, he tried to break free from your hold, but you tightened your grip.

“Gio..” You called for him, half-awake. You fluttered your half-lidded eyes as you tried to sit up, Giorno quickly helping you and sitting a little far from you after you've settled with folding your knees, his hand still in yours that rested on your lap. You covered your mouth with the other and yawned, “Ah, wooh! Remember when you.. asked me that one thing, Haruno?” You casually told him after stretching.

“I-it depends, [Y/N]. What thing is it?” Giorno gulped, are you not aware of your hands?

“It was your birthday.. it was the time we confessed our crushes to each other, to be precise,” You looked up and giggled on the memory, “I gave you a gift then you gave me a carnation flower. After that, you told me—”

“Is it alright if I ask you to be my someone like your mama is to your papa?” Giorno cut you off and squeezed your hand, recalling the exact words he told you that day. He began to like holding your hand, it would be a shame to let this miss.

You turned your eyes to him, “Yeah, that. I was wondering if you have someone right now who.. you know, who you asked that?” You gazed at him with pure curiosity, wanting to know more of the people he's most fond with. Meeting his squad had been a blast, and it would be great if you met his special one.

“Did asking you counted?”

“Wha?”

“Is it..?”

Awkward. Silence. You didn't expect him to answer like that, to answer with so much swiftness and poise like he already knew your question and had prepared what to say. Giorno surely grew out of his shell, and that thought made you smile unknowingly, which flushed him even more.

“Can I sit closer to you, [Y/N]?” Giorno tugged your hand after he asked, and you responded with facing to your side so he could move closer to you. You looked down on your clasped hands that broke hold with his, not knowing what to say when he literally confessed for the second time.

“Don't you feel cold with your open chest?”

“Can we hug again?”

Another. Awkward. Silence. You were trying to start up a new topic because it had been too quiet, but you were out of place. How do you even tell him that you still like him? Of course it isn't like the time when you were kids, shrugging off uneasy moments with outgoing replies and with the littlest of distractions. It had been years since you first saw each other, and the bond with the gang earlier helped you both catch up a bit, but it isn't going too well without them. Is it really alright to talk about such feelings now?

You glanced at the nervous Giorno and nodded, a small smile finding its way to his lips. He put an arm around your shoulder and gently pulled you in. You shifted your body and wrapped your arms around his torso, your head once again resting on his shoulder. With that, he proceeded to lock you in both of his arms as he placed his head on yours and closed his eyes, GER manifesting on your other side as it mimicked its user's hold on you.

Feeling your affectionate form nestle close to him is what he'd describe as his cloud nine, all the built-in stress being released as the snippets of emptiness that unfortunate circumstances brought were filled. How come you managed to be the same angel that he knew a decade ago? As someone incredibly whipped for you, he already knows the reason, but maybe he'd ask you of that sooner or later just to see you in a blushing state.

In the present, he'll gratify himself of this moment, the voice of Abbacchio saying that he should ‘use his smart ass and not ruin this’ echoing through his mind.

He kissed your crown as you snuggled closer to him, giving him the composure he needed to speak of his feelings for you, “Don't worry. You have the whole month to think of your answer to my question. For now, listen to my voice as I tell you how much you mean to me, even if I get separated from you for a devastating number of years.”

“Sei la luce della mia vita, amore mio.”

[End!]

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spaceygracey said:Hi there!!~💕🥰 How do you think the each of bucci gang boys would want to spend a lazy with their s/o 💕😘

a/n: hiii gracey!! thank you for sending a suggestion! i had a lot of fun thinking up of things these dorks would do with their s/os, i hope you enjoy!

Bucci gang and their s/o on a lazy day

Don Giorno Giovanna

Technically speaking, Giorno doesn’t have “lazy days.” Being the Don of Passione requires Giorno’s full and undivided attention, he just simply doesn’t have time off like he used to when he was younger. He’s also very goal-driven, he will not stop until his dreams have come to fruition.

That being said, those lazy days have strictly moved to what he likes to call “vacations.” Also known as: he likes to mess around with people sometimes and call off a day to relax simply because he can. Got a day full of meetings and doesn’t want to deal with them? He’ll tell Mista to hold them off for tomorrow. Besides, a day off with you sounds wonderful right now.

Giorno would stroll with you in Naples, partly to see how much the city’s changed since he became Don and also to be with you again. He’s got a pretty big sweet tooth, especially for chocolate, so he knows the local sweets shops by heart. He never got to indulge when he was a child, so he wants to take advantage of that whenever possible.

He’ll gladly share anything he buys with you. Normally he’s keen on keeping them to himself but he’ll make an exception for you. Mista gets upset about it all the time because he always wants a bite.

However, his favorite part of all is the beach. Very big on nature, always has been. He loves the sound of water hitting the sandy shores of Naples as the two of you converse over whatever’s been on your mind. He just enjoys being in your presence.

Bruno Bucciarati

For Bruno, catching him on a lazy day is rare. As Capo, he has to keep up not only with his work but also his appearance, which unfortunately bleeds into his daily life. The man’s worth ethic is ridiculously high too, so it’s difficult to get him to take a day off.

With his s/o, he’s more willing to take a day off to catch up with himself and focus on you two more. He’s an early riser, so he’ll go ahead and make breakfast for you.

Fishing is his biggest comfort hobby. Besides, it’s what he’s grown up with, the inner workings of fishing are nothing but natural to him.

He'll definitely want to show you how to fish, he gets oddly eager when he talks about fishing. You’ll see him all decked out in fishing gear. It's so different from his usual attire, yet he's looking at you gleefully like he's a kid all over again. It’s a good change of pace.

Bruno will gently guide you with his hands, sensual touches are everything to him. If you catch something, he acts like you just won the lottery. He'd tell you all about the fish too, he knows the fish in Naples like the back of his hand.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio will refuse to leave the house. He doesn’t even want to see people. You know it’s a lazy day for him when you walk into the kitchen to get breakfast and you see him already there: messy hair, no makeup, and a cup of coffee in hand.

He’s normally so uptight about his appearance, seeing him in this state lets you know that he can be vulnerable around you. Abbacchio trusts that he can be genuine with you in private, so he’s more willing to have lazy days with you.

He doesn’t really have anything particular in mind either. Whatever he’s doing during the day depends on you. You want to stay in bed all day and bang? No problems there. Anything low maintenance is fine with him, just don’t make him clean.

Abbacchio would love to do his makeup with you. Drinking a glass of wine, messing with each other’s faces while a cheesy 80’s movie plays in the background is the perfect lazy day for him. He would order takeout, there’s no way he’d be in the mood to cook something.

In the evening, he’d want nothing more than to cuddle with you on the couch quietly while playing records, usually opera or relaxing music. He likes to be the big spoon, arms wrapped around your waist tightly to secure you. Eventually, the two of you would drift off to sleep in each other’s arms peacefully.

Guido Mista

Mista would not want to get out of bed unless he really had to. He'd rather be with you and just talk about whatever's on his mind, which are usually random ass theories about food or something.

He’d rub your back, hold you close, plant a couple kisses here and there. He craves your touch, which you happily comply. In the middle of his rambling he’ll suddenly go, “You know I love you so much, right?”

Mista’s also going to be pretty much wearing nothing but his boxers the whole day, can’t be bothered to change. He’s still very warm though.

If by chance you two do get out of bed, he’s sticking by your side. He’ll also order takeout for you both or eat leftovers you both had, since neither of you are in the mood to cook anything.

You two would be lounging on the couch while watching a movie, Clint Eastwood. He’s very big on cuddling, always has his arm around you, just quietly enjoying the movie and your time together.

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia LOVES lazy days. This man sleeps in until noon for sure, and he’s gonna be out. He’s stuck to you like Velcro too, there’s no getting out of his grasp.

Once he is awake, he sounds so sleepy it’s absolutely adorable. He’ll groan if you try to move, you’re practically his personal heater. He’ll say something along the lines of “Can we just stay in today…? Please?” which you cave in because he was just so damn cute, you couldn’t say no.

Expect you two not to leave his room much. Aside from getting food from the kitchen, you two will be either playing video games or he’ll show you some tricks he learned on his guitar. He still wants to show you that he’s a cool guy, after all.

That’s where he likes to win you over in bets, everything is a bet. One moment he’ll say, “Betcha I can beat this level in less than a minute” and the other he’ll go, “Betcha I can catch this popcorn in my mouth”, he’ll even say something like “If I win this round I get a kiss.”

He may not win all the time, but he knows you love him regardless! He’s just happy he has someone to cheer him on.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo usually takes his days off to catch up on things he’s been meaning to do, which typically consists of cleaning, reading, or catching up on the news, local or national. He needs something to keep his brain active, so he’s always looking for new things to learn.

One of those new things he’s been meaning to grasp is cooking. That’s where you come in to help! Maybe he could learn a thing or two with you. It gives him something good to focus on rather than dwelling on potentially harming others.

He will get pissed if he’s not fully understanding a recipe. Luckily, you’re patient with him so things can calm down before it gets worse. He trusts your judgment too, so thankfully he listens to you.

Sooner or later, the dish is finished, and it didn’t turn out that bad! Fugo’s pretty pleased with himself, and happy that you had a good time learning the recipe with him.

Afterwards, you two would have a little book club. Both of you would pick a book to read and have a chat about it later. Fugo loves hearing your thoughts, good or bad. He’s glad he gets to spend his time with you doing the things he loves, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Hi there!! (^~^)/ I really like your ideas and your writing is really great! Do you have any thoughts about the whole team?? Like what do they do when they're not working??

Hello sweet anon! So sorry for the long wait, I’ve been mentally rotting these days.;;; I finally, FINALLY got to this ask! I adore exploring the rich inner lives that these lads must inevitably lead when they’re not putting on full mafioso airs.

Special thanks goes to @amarettocoffee ​for her input and for listening to me talk about this idea. I banged this whole thing out in the span of about 20 minutes and she was like yeah this looks legit. Shoutout to @vanwizard for their fucking phenomenal post about Giorno’s greenhouse, which I reference. Also, creds to @bucciaratis-titty-window, whose character study posts are referenced twice.

HCs About Team Buccellati When They’re Not Working

Content Warnings: very brief mention of suicidal ideation (what? I’m bringing up Abbacchio alone with his own thoughts, this was obviously gonna happen).

It goes without saying that Mista, Narancia and Fugo hang out even without team obligation—they didn't just come up with the torture dance out of nowhere. I think they have a group dynamic that could be described as, "two extroverts picked up an introvert and said 'yup, we're keeping you'". Fugo claims he's a reluctant party in their antics, but he enjoys company that puts no expectations on him. He's always been held to ultra high standards, but these boys just want another friend that they can fuck around with.

Narancia actually spends a good deal of his downtime studying (when he isn't doing some dumb shit with Mista and Fugo). He's a genuinely persistent student, trying his absolute hardest to get good at whatever his learning level's curriculum entails. Also dancing and listening to music (we know he's found a work-life symbiosis when it comes to those, lol). He just wants to be a normal kid outside of all of this.

Fugo reads in his off time. Riveting, I know. But really, it makes his brain shut up, so he takes to the most immensely boring content and eventually tires himself out. Also, cookbooks. He never really puts the knowledge in those books to use, but he likes absorbing it. If he bothered, he'd probably like to get into sports. I can see him liking tennis or soccer football.

Mista listens to music, dances, works out and often skateboards when he has the time. He's a very active and hardy person, if you can't tell. That thriving energy flows into everything around him as well, considering he keeps a number of equally thriving houseplants (including a few cooking herbs). He's also a sucker for reality TV and soap operas when just chillin' out. He's certainly forced Fugo and Narancia to watch a season finale or two with him. (This has made for a number of highly specific inside jokes between the three, including the "PANTS!" incident. Fugo has forbidden Narancia and Mista from telling that tale, but they're able to set him off with that one five letter word.)

Bruno overworks himself—he spends most of his off-duty time building a good rapport with civilians in the area, speaking to informants, and doing his own personal work and planning. He doesn't view his place in Passione as a duty to fulfill and retreat from, but rather as a permanent obligation that infects even the smallest corners of his personal life. In a lot of ways, it is his personal life. If he stops and decompresses, though, he usually finds himself either reading (any material will do, from trashy tabloids to hardcover classics) or, in the event of some serious downtime, painting.

Abbacchio has... well, the exact sort of downtime you'd expect. Music, wine, vacant thought and poetry he swears he'll never show to anyone (it’s actually quite good—he’s had years to ruminate, and misery apparently likes company in couplets—but he’ll only ever chalk it up to depressive trash). Also practices makeup application—the one thing he really lives life to the fullest with is using up cosmetics. If he's gonna die sometime soon, either on a mission or by his own hand, then he may as well use that shit for all the lire it's worth. Oh, also, he still does drag sometimes (took up the practice in that mysterious span of time after leaving the force), but has largely fallen out of the practice since joining Passione. You can't really schedule gigs when you're beholden to something as unpredictable as Passione's work times.

Despite being quite the busy lad, especially after the events of Vento Aureo, Giorno has a number of pastimes. Scamming & pickpocketing are just the tip of the iceberg in his case, considering those hobbies got shelved when he climbed his way into the rank of Passione don. Gardening, life drawing—particularly of his own creations, but he also enjoys field drawing and hiring live models for studies of anatomy and form—listening to music (he's probably a vinyl junkie, let's be real) and creating weird temporary animal amalgams with items around him (yes, this is inspired by the kinder egg bird) are some passions of his outside of work. Exerting his stand’s life-giving powers never ceases to be amusing. Come on, if you were basically god at fifteen years old, you’d wanna use that shit all the time too.

He also likes to do normal kid things too, and takes joy in—gasp—doing homework. In the idyllic event that he had more time to befriend Narancia, the two would definitely form a study group with a (supposedly) reluctant Fugo.

[blitzturtles]

Title: It Starts Like This, Ch. 6

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo

Pairing(s): BruAbba, FugoNara / NaraFugo (Could be platonic, honestly, tho the BruAbba definitely isn't.)

Summary: “What?” he snaps.

“I’m just thinking.”

A pause. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Notes: Turns out being dead has a bit of a long term effect. Who would have thought?

This fic got away from me, so I'm breaking it down by character interaction (sort of). Here's another Bucci-centric chapter for the Bucci-centric fic.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Additional Notes: Sometimes having two disabled folks in one relationship is... rough. Not at all based on real life experiences...

Content Warning: couple fighting and a panic attack.

Also, for unnecessary clarification: Moody doesn't zipper through anything. Abbacchio goes around barriers and resets her timer as needed. Oh, and I use she/her for Moody. I've got a fic planned for that eventually.

There's also a mild mention of a headcanon I have where Bucci is technically Narancia's guardian. For school and healthcare purposes. (Fugo emancipated post-disownment, and Giorno kind of flies under the radar.)

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Bucciarati won’t admit it, but there’s something devastating about the first medication not working. Or not working well enough. They can’t be sure, but he’s not willing to continue on something that ultimately failed to curb such a traumatic experience for one of the people he cares for most. He can’t quite shake the guilt that’s been slowly wearing away at him for days.

It’s only the anxiety of having another seizure in front of his famiglia that has him permitting Abbacchio staying home once more. He can’t do that to Narancia again, and he knows that it won’t be any less stressful for the rest of them. It’s bad enough when Leone has to deal with the fallout, but he’s better prepared for it. He’s seen worse, and it’s part of what they both signed up for. For better or worse, in sickness and in health. They’ve done everything but scribbled their names on the paperwork to make it official, but Bruno thinks that, with everything else they’ve gone through, they’ve more than earned their right as one another’s life partner.

Still, that doesn’t mean that Bucciarati likes to be watched like a lab experiment. With eyes that are waiting for the slightest hint that something’s wrong. It makes him acutely aware of the fact that he could have another seizure at any given moment. That he might have one with no warning signs, or at least not any that he’d recognize as such.

That’s the problem with auras; he can’t seem to recognize them for what they are.

He’s being unreasonable, he knows. He hasn’t had enough seizures to know whether or not he’ll learn to recognize the warning signs, but it feels like it’s been an eternity already. And a thousand seizures, rather than a small handful. Part of that is due to how poorly he feels afterwards, and how off he feels on the medication. Part of it is how all of this has disrupted their lives in every way imaginable. And all of it has him in a sour mood.

“You’re upset,” Abbacchio starts with a frown. It’s the first time either of them has spoken all morning.

“I’m frustrated.”

Abbacchio hums in response. A quiet sound that wouldn’t normally grate Bucciarati’s nerves, but it gets under his skin and festers.

“What?” he snaps.

“I’m just thinking.”

A pause. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You never want to talk about it,” Abbacchio answers, snappish and untrue. Even if it were, he knows why. Understands better than anyone else.

Bruno’s eyes widen slightly. A startled, wounded look evident in his blue irises, but his gaze hardens and he sneers,

“You’re right. I don’t.”

“Bruno, wait--”

But Bruno is already gone with nothing but a trace of gold left behind.

Damn that stand.

______

It’s a childish thing, to storm off, especially when Bucciarati knows that Leone’s only worried. That he hadn’t meant the words that came out of his mouth, and that he’s as scared as Bucciarati is. That this is all out of his depth, regardless of what they feel for one another or what promises they’ve made. It’s still terrifying the way it’s terrifying to watch Abbacchio cough up blood some mornings.

He regrets leaving the moment he stops moving. Stops tearing holes through walls and leaving Sticky Fingers to put them back together. It’s like someone punched the air out of him, and all he can do is sink to the ground, on his knees, with his head held in his hands and his mouth open, gasping for air.

Each breath comes too quick, and leaves before he feels like he gets any air. There’s something wrapped around his chest. Too tight, and somehow pulling tighter. It’s all he can do to lie down. Before the next inevitable comes. He already feels too light-headed with a lingering dizziness that makes it impossible to think through.

“Bruno,” the voice sounds familiar. Too much like his own echoing in his ears, but he’s not talking, much less calling his own name. His voice wouldn’t sound like that. Wouldn’t sound steady, if not worried, but, when he looks, there’s a mirror image of himself looking down at him. It falls to its knees, and a familiar sound rings out in the air as Moody’s timer runs out. She reaches for him as purple wraps around her frame once more.

“Bruno,” Leone repeats, this time in his own voice, from his own body. He all but collapses on his knees beside his stand and reaches out with careful hands to brush Bucciarati’s hair from his face.

Time freezes for a moment. Bucciarati expects consciousness to flee him without warning, but the air lingers. Stale and stiff and impossible to breathe, and all he can do is try and try to pull enough of it into his lungs to try to chase away the spots dancing across his vision.

Recognition flashes across Leone’s features. Where his hand has gone still in Bruno’s hair, it moves once more. A gentle carding. A distraction from the racing fears in Bucciarati’s head. He can’t calm his breathing no matter how hard he tries. It feels completely out of his control, and he doesn’t know what to do.

“Hey, are you listening to me?” Leone asks him seemingly out of the blue, but he knows that’s not right. That Leone must have been talking since his arrival, but Bruno can’t recall a word that’s been said.

“Yes,” he breathes, because he is now, and he meant to before. It’s just so hard to hear anything past the roaring in his ears.

“You need to calm down a little bit. Take some deep breaths,” Leone tells him, as if Bucciarati hasn’t been trying to do that since he stopped moving. There’s a sense of impending doom that lingers, pressing down on him until it’s crushing and unbearable.

“Hey,” Leone calls, tapping Bruno gently on the forehead, “You gotta focus on me, alright? Stop listening to whatever’s going on in that thick head of your’s, and listen to me. I need you to breathe in-- slower than that. Okay, good, hold-- now out. Annnd in--” They go through the steps several more times, until Bucciarati can successfully follow the counts more often than not. Finally-- finally he can breathe. Oxygen filters through his system, and his vision begins to clear. It’s only then that he starts to put the pieces together, and it’s shame that replaces the panic.

“I’m-”

“Don’t,” Leone cuts Bruno off before he can apologize. “I get it.” He moves to catch Bruno when he wobbles a bit too much upon trying to sit up. “Take it easy, will you?” He sighs and sits back.

“Sorry,” Bruno says, for lack of anything else to say.

“I’ll kick your ass if you apologize again.”

Bruno opens his mouth, and Leone quirks an eyebrow. It’s enough of a threat, empty as it may be, to convince Bruno to click his teeth together.

Leone huffs a sound that might be a laugh. Or it might be the last of his sanity slipping away. He scrubs his hands over his face and sighs. “I’m sorry. For what I said earlier. That was shitty. I’m just-”

“Scared?”

“Terrified.”

“That’s fair,” Bruno muses quietly. He absently wipes at his face, and it’s the first time he realizes that there are tears there. Streaking down both cheeks and plentiful in nature. He can’t remember the last time he had a panic attack. He’s better at running from his problems than he is dealing with them head on. At least the ones emotional in nature. The rest he’s always tackled with little more than a hope and a prayer to a deity he’s long lost faith in. “I’m sorry, too.”

“I told you to stop apologizing.”

“When have I ever listened to you?” Bruno snarks back, shoulders relaxing slightly.

Leone snorts, “Not a day in your life.” Bruno has the scars to prove it, too. Bastard. “C’mon. Let’s get off the floor. I’m getting too old for this.”

It’s Bruno’s turn to laugh this time, “You’re barely in your twenties.”

“And I’m too goddamn old. Up,” Leone pushes himself to his feet before reaching his hands out to pull Bruno upright. There’s a pause where the two are lost, staring at one another, and Leone decides ‘fuck it’. What better time to go for a kiss then after your partner has a full on panic attack? They’ve done worse with far more questionable timing.

Bruno responds to the kiss with a pleased little sound in the back of his throat. He tugs Leone closer, wanting the contact more than anything. He can feel Leone’s hands cradling the back of his head, fingers linking together at his nape.

“Gross! Get a room!”

Leone curses as they break apart and shoots Narancia the meanest look he can, “I will murder you.”

“Only if you catch me!” And the kid is off before Leone can even respond.

Bucciarati can’t help laughing at the whole display. He grabs for Leone’s hand before his partner can seriously consider killing Narancia. “May I remind you that I’m legally responsible for him?”

“They won’t find the body.”

“Leone!”

[purplecraze]

Fugo how do you think your life would be if you date each member of your little group you have like in different timelines

“uh...mmm. It's a bit weird to think of it like that. I love them a lot, but not in the way how I'd want to date them, I think... doubt any of them would really be up for it, either. Mun has-....” He stares at Umi for a while, looking like he could have known she'd go haywhire over romance talk. “....-a lot. To say about it, though. The floor is yours...”

(ooooooohhhhh!!!! *screams of the rooftops* OOOOOOOOHHHH!!! welcome to golden territory!! FugoXeveryone, oh hell yeah!! (just doing the canons for now))

Bucciarati Bucciarati and Fugo would be an absolute power team, they’d be communicating in a way that’s bringing up speculations on whether they’re actually telepathic. They just naturally feel what the other needs at the moment. Long private strategy sessions, spinning around each other and closing in, that end up in shy hand-holding and kissing. Bucciarati always waits for Fugo to initiate it, to be sure he's fine and ready for it. He's very careful with him. Bucciarati knows how to handle Fugo’s self-destructive tendencies well, without making him feel less or like he’s a trouble to his elder. The problem with them though, is that Fugo would put Bucciarati on too much of a pedestal and would lose sight of Bucciarati’s weaknesses. And that’s not a topic Bucciarati would address. But it would take a toll on their relationship without a doubt. In turn, Fugo would brood in silence over how super social Bucciarati is. He’d easily feel neglected. And there’s the hurdle of transferring from high admiration to equal lovers. will there ever come a time where they’ll be on first name basis? probably not... The one time, Fugo muttered ‘Bruno’ in a small voice and Bucciarati replied with ‘yes, Pannacotta?’ it was just so horribly awkward, it never happened again, EVER. Would it last? Yes. But only in the sense that neither would admit on giving up. they both would be running into complications on it, it wouldn’t make them very happy, but they'd be content enough.

Abbacchio This would work well. Fugo is one of the few Abba can hold a decent conversation with. Fugo wouldn’t condemn him for the saltmine coming loose once they get to deep conversations. Abbacchio isn’t exactly booksmart, so he can’t always keep up with ‘what’s this brat spewing on about now?’, but he loves to just sit and listen to Fugo going on and on about this tidbit of historical knowledge he found. Abbacchio is the best person to handle Fugo’s tantrums. ‘no, not now, think with your head *slap against the back of Fugo’s head*’, his tactic is diversion. just force Fugo to completely focus on something different and the topic of his anger will evaporate. Fugo would bring out the caring side of Abbacchio, without it turning absolutely one sided. Fugo would hear Abbacchio out on his troubles too, without getting pushy on it. he does, however, tend to say a bit too much. he won’t catch on to the moments where he’s supposed to just shut up and hold the other. Would it last? no, not at all. the very instant the both of them get too comfortable, they’ll be like ‘okay, this lasted long enough, let’s not.’ because why would you NOT destroy happiness with your own two hands, in stead of waiting for it to crash and burn??

Mista Oh geez, this would be one hot mess of a dumpster fire! It’s a ride Fugo NEVER AGREED to be in, but that doesn’t mean it’s not enjoyable. Mista just drags him along like a puppy, saying ‘c’mon, we’re going to have a great time!’ Mista would show him off. everyone needs to know this beauty is his ✨boyfriend✨. even though Mista tends to be flirty, he is super loyal to him. the moment Fugo would as much as make a sound over Mista talking to someone, he’d be like ‘don’t be mad Pannacotta, you know I only have eyes for you~’ It’s wild and intense and overwhelming. Fugo would not quite come to his right in it and it would get kind of suffocating for him on the long run. Guido doesn’t know how to respect boundaries either. Fugo would start fights, one-sidedly, a lot. both in words and fists. Mista wouldn’t easily be taken aback on any of it, though. Almost patronizing, he’d reply like ‘okay well, you do you...’ and take very little of the criticism. Then there’s the entire tetraphobia matter. Fugo would often lose his patience on it. But he’d also try his hardest to be helpful on it. He would look up on the phobia, it’s origin and how to deal with it. He would tell him it’s not an uncommon superstition and throw the theory behind it. Mista doesn’t usually get it. But when Mista’s having anxiety over it, Fugo doesn’t question its bizarrity and searches for ways to snap him out of it by making the topic either 3 or 5. usually 3. because destroying stuff is easy. Would it last? not a chance. Fugo gets mean on break-up. in particularly heated arguments, he’d be the kind of petty asshole who would take every book, text, dictionary around the house and HIGHLIGHT 4 letter words. ALL OF THEM They’re in the type of relationship that goes horribly wrong after a month, but they forgot that happened like half a year later and try again, failing miserably once, twice, 10 times more.

Giorno His relationship with Giorno is a strange one. The events of Man in the Mirror had Fugo starstruck and he thought very fondly of him since. But it came to crash and burn down when he found that he was the mastermind behind usurping the boss. Fugo loathes himself for the decision he made at that day, but a large part of that hate is to prevent himself from blaming either Bucciarati or Giorno. Because he knows Giorno is dangerous if he wants to. All the more as his new boss. At the end of Purple Haze Feedback, they have a very beautiful conversation and Fugo swears loyalty to him. It was the only way for him to move on after everything that happened. But they were also very sincere and shared memories that others wouldn't understand. He's also the only one who ever called him Giogio. They connect well and Fugo is very reliable. Giorno trusts him blindly and appreciates his criticism. Over time Fugo will grow bolder and says what's on his mind, knowing Giogio will take his shit and filter it well enough. Any initiative will have to come from Giorno's side, though. Fugo often feels like it's not his place to do so. But I don't think Fugo would ever forget that it had been Giorno who initiated the plan that had led to his friends' deaths. Forgive, yes absolutely. But not forget. Would it last? 50/50. there are 2 outcomes: they either spend the rest of their lives together, or Fugo ends up killing him. And I think Giorno would have peace with that.

Narancia Oh geez, where do I even start? They're not perfect, not at all. They fight and argue and it's led to many MANY bruises on both sides. But that's just how they are and if you'd ask either of them, they would be ready to die for the other without a shred of doubt at any given time. As much as they fight, there's also a lot of adoration from both sides. Fugo doesn't even have to try, to see stars of admiration in Narancia's eyes. It fills him with pride and makes him feel so good about himself. Narancia needs to work hard for Fugo's approval. but because of that, it makes actually getting it so much worth it. Both of them get horribly giddy on impressing the other.  A new dance, a fun date plan, a mastermind prank. The most important part for both of them is their honesty. Narancia knows that Fugo would never lie to him or hide the truth, like how his father and old friends had. And Fugo can trust that he can say whatever he want, even without filter. They can both rest assured that no matter how big their fights are, the day ends with kissing either way. A part of Fugo wants to better himself for the other's sake, but it weights him down as well, thinking he's not good enough. Narancia isn't the brightest, but his abundance of empathy and sincerity knows how to hit Fugo just right into believing he's good as he is for today. And if not that, Nara reminds him that he's not a saint either. They’d find happiness in a lot of little things. getting to snuggle for 5 more minutes, welcoming the other home, cooking for the other, singing along to the radio, doing the dishes. all those mundane moments are really precious to them. Would it last? Definitely. They'd have some bumpy rides, but neither of them could ever get bored of the other.

Trish The start of their relationship would be so incredibly AWKWARD. They both have no clue what to say and Fugo feels hella uncomfortable. But bit by bit, they start to warm up to one another. Fugo wouldn't want to involve her in any more mafia business. But for Trish, that week together is a fond and priceless memory. She'd want to know what went through his mind when he was left behind. And both of them would want to apologize. Want to start anew. And would want to get to really REALLY know one another. Fugo's anger is just..... it doesn't exist around Trish. She is super calm and soothing and just knows how to convey a certain energy to him which puts him at ease. Both of them don't like to be touched, so they're very careful with one another, asking permission, asking if the other is alright. They both really love music and share their favorite songs. She sings them as he plays the piano. And when the shyness slowly melts away, they both find that the other is super fun to be with. Dumb jokes, running jokes, ironic quoting, shitty puns. They both hadn't ever expected the other to be so entertaining. They learn new things on one another every day. And they try to improve, learn new skills. Trish would want to pick up on baking, Fugo would pick up on girls' fashion, doing her hair or her nails. Would it last? Yes, I think it would. They need time to heal and feel at ease, but I think they could really find peace and a new life in one another. I think Fugo could even come to love her enough to pop the question~)

[theladysexpistol]

100 follower celebration part 1!

Phantom kiss (Guido Mista x fem!reader)

Hey guys, so you’ve probably noticed by now I’ve been a bit slower than normal on the response time to your requests, and that’s because I have been working on my way to celebrate gaining 100 followers on this blog!!

Now that we’re halfway to the next milestone (insert: bree screaming. y’all are literally insane I can’t believe I’m already at 150!), I’ve finally finished the first of three “freebie” reader fics.

To no one’s surprise, the first one is Mista.

I’ve actually been working on this one very slowly, wayyy before I even started this blog. I’m glad I waited until after to finish it up, because I feel like I’ve learned so much already.

The fic’s gonna be under a cut just for length’s sake. It’s totally SFW.

Summary: Mista’s got it bad for Bucciarati’s new ward, a young woman with a Stand power that’s made her the target of exploitation by others within Passione. But if Mista loves her, that means his attention-seeking Stand does too... which can only be bad for him.

  “Mista! Mista! Miiiiista!”

   Frustrated by the lack of peace and quiet, Guido Mista threw down the pen in his hand and glared at the source of all the noise. The six little figures that make up his Stand had been bothering him nonstop since breakfast, apparently too hungry today to let him accomplish anything. He didn’t like to ignore his Stand, but he was in the middle of finishing a report for Bucciarati that should’ve been done... well, a long time ago. Way before Giorno joined, at least that much he was sure. He didn’t feel like getting his ass chewed out by Abbacchio today - though he was sure there’d end up being some other reason to get nagged at later - and so he was trying to get it done in a timely manner.

   When he heard the door to his bedroom open, Mista gave a sigh. It could be Abbacchio or Giorno with some serious business, or Narancia just playing around trying to bug him too. What Mista hadn’t expected was to turn around and for his eyes to land on the beauty that was you.

   Soft hair, wide eyes that haven’t had their innocent gleam stolen by the world just yet; slim, defined cheekbones and the slightest upturned nose. His eyes knew the curves of your body quite well, having watched you a fair number of times since you moved in to Bucciarati’s home with them. You were a genuine Italian beauty, and you unknowingly had the gunslinger entirely at your mercy.

   “Sorry to bother you, Mista,” you said, and his heart pounded a bit more in his chest. Mista abandoned the report for the moment and straddled the back of his chair to watch you. “I’m just coming to get your laundry.”

   “Mia bella, you work so hard for all of us,” Mista leaned his cheek on his hand as he watched you, chuckling softly when he saw your nose scrunch up just ever so slightly. He was well aware and accepted the fact by now that people thought he smelled a bit strange, and had resigned himself to being amused with the reactions. At least yours was cute.

   “It’s the least I can do,” you answered as you straightened back up, looking back over toward him with a kind smile. “In return for everything you guys do for me. My Stand’s pretty useless after all...”

   “Well I wouldn’t call it useless,” Mista mischievously grinned back. “Isn’t that why you’re even under our protection here in the first place? Because people want to use it for themselves?”

   You shot him an unamused look, but knew he was right. Your Stand, Marina Diamonds, gave you the ability to turn anything carbon-based you touched into precious jewels and metals by rearranging the chemical structure of the object. There was little to no combat ability to your Stand, but to a gang that already utilized these strange manifestations of the spirit to a great deal in its everyday business, exploiting a young woman off the streets seemed like a no-brainer. After becoming a target for the greedy mafiosi at the top of Passione, you’d taken a risk and gone to the one group that the people of Napoli trusted for protection, though they also happened to be members of the same gang that was targeting you; Bruno Bucciarati and his team. Bucciarati had a good heart though, had taken pity on your plight and negotiated your safety; however, he’d taken you on as a protected ward in case anyone in the gang tried to go behind his back. Living with a group of gangsters certainly wasn’t the life you enjoyed before your secret ability had been found out, but you were incredibly grateful for their protection and their companionship. 

   “I’ll be making lunch in a bit too,” You huffed, changing the subject immediately as you walked across Mista’s room and back to the doorway. “I think everyone else left for Libeccio’s, so I’ll make something for you too.”

   Mista was a bit hurt to hear he had been left behind by the rest of the team, but was very tempted by the fact that he was left alone with you in the house. He had been trying to put the moves on you for some time now, and he loved the way you got flustered under his compliments, despite that he got the feeling you didn’t take them seriously. None of the others would be around to tease him, or interrupt, or snatch your attention form him. But this damn report had to be finished; so with that he let you go. “I’ll probably have something later, thanks.”

   The moment you disappeared from his bedroom however, his Stand returned as antsy as ever.

   “Miiiiiista! We want something to eat now!” whined Number 6.

   “We get some chow and you get to spend time with that beautiful babe!” Number 2 chimed in. “Sounds like a win-win for everyone right? Let’s go!”

   “I already told you guys, I’m busy,” he groaned.

   “I bet she’ll give us food without you even being there,” Number 3 mocked him.

   “And lots of headpats!” Number 5 chirped, and Mista was surprised to find that not a single one, not even 3, made fun of him for that. In fact, they all seemed rather delighted at the idea.

   The pestering continued, perhaps even now with a renewed vigor, and Mista had had enough. “Maybe if you six are going to keep bothering me, you should go bug her for food!”

   “Didja hear that boys? Mista said so, let’s go!” Number 7 cheered. “Yeehaw!”

   He watched with some relief as the flea-sized Stand hopped off his desk and floated through his open bedroom door, laughing and cheering the whole way toward the kitchen. Mista wasn’t worried; he could sense where all six of them were at all times, and if they were really that hungry they’d head straight to the kitchen without causing any trouble.

   No sooner had he gone back to the report he had writing that Mista realized his grave mistake in allowing his Stand to be alone with you. Any chance at peace of mind was immediately squandered when he remembered one simple fact - if he was in love with you, the Sex Pistols were too. And those little bastards had no filter on their mouths; they would tell you. They’d tried before, but he’d been there to silence them. And he had just sent them on their own straight to where you were.

   Mista stood up so fast he knocked the chair over in his haste and rushed after them.

~

   He heard you giggling as he approached the kitchen, and the whining voices of his Stand begging for more attention over the others. Figures they would fight over you, you showered them with affection enough to make him jealous sometimes.

   The smell of baked lasagne drifted toward Mista, and the rumble of his stomach in response made him regret telling you he’d put off eating til later. The image of you, sharing your heavenly cooking with those little brats who made up his Stand would have him even more jealous if he hadn’t been so worked up over leaving them alone with you.

   “Now, now Number 3,” came your sweet voice, and Mista strained his ears to hear what was going on. “How many times have I told you - if you want food and pats from me, you cannot be mean to Number 5. All of you work so hard for Mista! There’s no need for such things. Come here, Number 5.”

   There was enough of a silence - aside from the soft protests of the other Pistols - to drag out Mista’s curiosity and he briefly used his connection to his Stand to view, through Number 1’s eyes, what on earth was going on. That was how Mista found himself staring up at you, much larger by the Pistols’ standards, cradling Number 5 in both your hands as you raised him toward your face and puckered your lips.

   Mista realized what was going on and pulled back to his own consciousness with a gasp, but that did little to change what happened. At the same time that you must have placed your lips on the little Stand, Mista’s cheek heated with the sensation of a phantom kiss. Some part of his brain shut down as he tried to process what just happened.

   You had done that so casually, it couldn’t have been the first time, right? But gods above, he was sure he would’ve remembered something like that. Something like the feeling of your lips on his skin, you, the object of his affections, when he hadn’t seriously fallen for a woman since joining Bucciarati’s team.

   On top of that, you had a Stand yourself! You had to know that every sensation felt by a Stand went straight back to the user, right? You had to know that kissing the Sex Pistols would be felt by him too, right?

   Almost perfectly in time with Mista successfully gathering his thoughts once again, the Sex Pistols’ whining caught his attention again.

   “Bella, you’re so cruel! You can’t just give kisses to Number 5!”

   “If he gets kisses, we should all get kisses!”

   “There’s nothing more we could want than grub and kisses from a beautiful lady!”

   He heard you giggle once again in response, surprisingly genuine and bubbly despite the obnoxious pestering of his Stand.

   “I can’t imagine how I’m going to explain this to Mista,” you replied sweetly. “But all right, come here, all of you. You’re just so charming, how can I resist!”

   Mista cheered to himself silently. I was the first thing she thought of. If she finds them charming, then I must be downright desirable.

   And then his thoughts froze, just as he felt the first touch of your lips on his Stand, and therefore by association his own face. He felt dizzy at the sensation of being peppered in kisses, and leaned back against the wall he was hiding in. He imagined your face, right in front of him, holding his chin before dipping in.

   Mista held his breath. It was nearly too much for him to handle, but he didn’t want to make any noise that would give away he had been spying on them. Oh boy, he was screwed.

   After a moment, the sensations stopped, and Mista released his tension all at once. He immediately strained once more to hear the conversation, and his heart leapt into his throat.

   “Bella, you should kiss Mista too!” Number 6 exclaimed loudly. “He’d like it even more than we do!”

   Panic overcame him. Now what could he do? He had to stop the Pistols, but if he jumped into the room right now, you would figure out he had been listening this whole time. A sense of dread washed over him as he realized that there really was no way to get out of this without his feelings for you being exposed. Surely, you knew he was attracted to you; but finding out he was in love would probably be a bit more of a shock. Mista braced himself, hoping it would be all over soon.

   “Oh? I don’t know about that...” your voice was gentle and soft when you replied, not at all like it had been before. You sounded... nervous? “I mean? Mista? I can’t imagine a kiss from me being anything special.”

   He almost wanted to yell “Yes! Of course it would be!” but other than that obviously giving away his hiding spot, his body seemed to freeze again.

   “You should! You should!” Number 5 chirped.

   “Mista is very fond of you,” That was either Number 1 or Number 7, Mista’s brain was racing so much further ahead than the rest of him that he couldn’t even recognize the voice of his own Stand.

   “He’s always thinking about how he can protect you!” Number 6 exclaimed.

   All of their voices began to blend together, pestering and crying as they swirled around you, while unbeknownst to you their master stood a mere few feet away on the other side of the wall. Your face flushed a deep red. Of course you had feelings for Mista. Who wouldn’t be enchanted by the handsome, boyishly charming gunslinger? And the excitement with which his Stand was teasing you, well... you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spreading in your chest at the thought that Mista could possibly feel similar.

   With a small smile finding its way into your face, you exited the kitchen to the cheers of the Sex Pistols, a spiritual octopus limb extending from your arm as you rocketed yourself around the doorway and into the hallway toward his bedroom; before you smacked roughly into something built and towering over you. You knew exactly what it was though, and smiled up toward Mista.

   His face was a similar shade of red to yours, and you couldn’t remember ever seeing him flustered before.

   “Mia bella, my apologies,” he finally found the words as he steadied you, hands on both of your arms. “I came to look for the Pistols, and you know I actually was kinda getting hungry so I hoped I could-“

   “The Sex Pistols,” you interrupted him with another smile. “Are in the kitchen. They wanted me to give you something.”

   “They did?”

   Without answering, you folded your hands behind your back and stood up on your toes, leaning in to plant your lips on the one spot on his face that hadn’t reacted when you kissed the Sex Pistols. When you pulled away, Mista was tongue-tied; even though your lips had pulled away from his.

   “I hope you don’t mind,” another giggle escaped from you, before turning on your heel and going back toward the kitchen.

   Mista, finally shaking off his shock, stood up a bit straighter as a grin found its way onto his face once again. “Well, guess I shouldn’t have been so worried after all,” he mumbled, following after you with all the intent to return the favor tenfold.

[ddarker-dreams]

Dance Lessons. Giorno x Reader 🎀

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Word count: 1.1k. Notes: I’VE MISSED WRITING FOR SR,, i’ve had this wip sitting around for a while now and finally decided to dust it off. delving into sr reader’s background as a proficient dancer has always been something i’ve wanted to do!! it definitely comes in handy at times. :’))

“Are you sure that this is your first time dancing?” 

It comes out more teasing than you had intended, the comment a reflection of your genuine surprise. Giorno takes it as such, clearing his throat and flexing his fingers that sit atop your waist just enough to be noticeable. You swear you catch the lightest blush dusting over his face.

“I’m certain, yes,” he reaffirms, taking every precaution to step in line with your fluid movements. Biting back a smile, you nod, humming as if to consider the validity of his words. The mere fact that he had requested dancing advice, or lessons as he had phrased it, should serve as satisfactory proof. Giorno Giovanna was a man who, while not entirely opposed to seeking the assistance of others, preferred to do as much as he could himself. 

That’s why you were surprised by him posing the question after a meeting this morning. It only makes sense, you think. For Passione’s new Don to stumble over his feet would be an embarrassment. Other mafiosos or people of similarly shady occupations would be present, having spent their entire lives perfecting the craft of public appearance. While you hold no doubt in your heart over Giorno’s ability to charm others, it’s better to be safe than sorry when it comes to dancing, avoiding any potential embarrassments. 

And, as Mista so eloquently phrased when putting you on the spot earlier, “Who better than this here dance prodigy to help teach him the ropes?” 

You had almost choked on your drink while Narancia verbally offered his approval over the idea.

“I mean it though,” you scrunch up your nose, attempting to access the depths of your brain to dredge up a scarcely used Italian terminology. “What’s it again… Cena Dei Cento Giorni*, right?” 

He nods in approval of your pronunciation and you continue. (Did you see his lips quirk up? No, that must’ve been your imagination…)

“Not even that?” Speaking casually about Giorno’s unknown past is a rare occurrence, but if he’s amiable to it, you’re more than interested in gleaning information. Whereas the other members had been somewhat forthcoming in speaking about their past (except for Abbacchio, which didn’t come as a surprise), Giorno was a complete mystery. What you know about him today is about the same as when Bucciarati had brought him into Libbeccio half a year ago.

“I never held an interest in those events,” Giorno admits, thoughts traveling back to a simpler time. “Though, I do remember my then classmates appearing excited over it.” 

Your former classmates had been the same as Giorno described. Any large event would catch their interest really, since it served as a perfect time to socialize and eat delicious food. Those opportunities were often lost on you. The ability to fraternize at leisure never felt like an option, even if there was a potential to network for future employment. All of your energy had been poured into studying diligently and perfecting your technique. 

Until that fateful day...

“Well, you sure could’ve fooled me. You’re learning a lot faster than I anticipated.” You try not to linger on the past. What could’ve been doesn’t matter anymore, you remind yourself. The present is what I need to be worried about. 

He raises his eyebrow at your remark, flickers of mischief gleaming in his turquoise eyes. “Did you expect me to be a lacking student?” 

You freeze in place and he follows suit. 

“N-no! Not at all. I’m just not that confident in my teaching skills. That, and I’m plagued by that time I tried teaching Narancia how to dance,” you hastily explain, shivering at the memory. “I believe he overheard Fugo speaking to me in passing about my past as a dance student and rushed to some conclusions.” 

It’s difficult not to laugh when recalling how he ran up to you, eyes practically sparkling, begging for you to teach him a thing or two. “He was thinking something among the lines of hip hop or breakdancing… not ballet.”

Giorno catches on and returns your smile with one of his own. 

“How did it go?” He inquires, resuming the swaying motion from before, which you have no trouble returning. It had been a sweltering summer evening when your schedules lined up, allowing you to instruct him as Narancia requested. Imagine his surprise when you showed up wearing your trusted ballet shoes, a beloved parting gift before coming to Italy from your parents years ago. The pair has held up well to this day.

“To his credit, he gave it his all,” you nod your head in approval. “It was around the point where I demonstrated an arabesque that he decided to cut his future career in ballet short.” 

Giorno lowers his head in mock disappointment. “And what a shame that is.” 

“You’re telling me! Well, he didn’t know this at the time, but I actually do know a thing or two about hip hop, even if it’s not my strongest area. It might be best that he never finds that out, though.” You never imagined how much your life would spiral into insanity during those simpler days. Sure, there were moments of the adrenaline-inducing kind, but nothing quite like the journey Giorno led you through. And to think it was just a few days, you muse. 

“Consider my lips sealed.” Giorno goes to spin you, a move that he’d only attempted a few times in this session, this time without your prompting him to do so. He’s slightly lacking the fluidity a trained professional might have but makes up for it in his sharp, confident movements. Following his lead serve as no difficulty to someone like you. You take a mental note to compliment his overall stamina some other time. Never once has he overexerted himself, a common mistake in rookies. 

You meant it when you said you were impressed.

Thinking of the important event approaching in just a few short weeks, you pose a looming question. “So? Do you feel a little more confident in your dancing abilities now? I think the others will be delighted to know their Don isn’t going to be tripping anytime soon.” 

Giorno reflects on your inquiry with the same seriousness he approaches everything else. With a hand on his chin, he presents an offer after some deliberation, like he felt undecided on the matter until that point himself.

“I believe I am, but that’s largely thanks to your guidance. I know this is sudden, but... would you consider accompanying me?” 

He smiles, boasting a calm charisma that you’ve come to known, looking at you like you’re the only person in the world. 

“I’d appreciate it greatly.” 

*Cena Dei Cento Giorni: Basically an event where students come together and celebrate. 

[star-birthmark]

Don’t Have Time: Mista x Fem Reader

To the anon that requested, “I hope this isn’t too complicated but would a red string of fate scenario with Mista be possible? Like one day there’s a sudden tug on the string and he follows it to find chubby fem reader at the end?”, we’re gonna chock this one up to me thinking I’m gonna make a small story, liking the request too much, and then making something that is longer than it should have been lol. This dumb and probably not what you asked for, but I think it’s funny so, hopefully you like it too. 

Anyway, Don’t Have Time: Mista x Fem Reader (2.2k words)

There is was. It was acting up again. Not now. Not in the middle of a mission. Holding the gun tighter, Guido Mista tried his damndest to ignore the tugging at his pinky finger, ready to pry his whole body away from his task.

Some people remain too skeptical to believe in the idea of soulmates. They marry someone for money, for status, or even for convenience. Matteo Mista, an older cousin of Guido, once stared down at Mista when he was just a little boy, his arm wrapped around his wife, a woman he’d known since elementary school, and proudly said that she wasn’t his soulmate. Guido remembered seeing the red string on both of their pinkies still intact.

When asked about it, Matteo muttered, “What do I care when she’s probably halfway across the world? I don’t have time for that, not when I’ve got Giuseppina by my side.”

The woman with him laughed at the loving words. The two of them divorced a month later. 

“I don’t have time for that.” Those words were what stuck with Mista about all else. He wondered how someone simply couldn’t have time to find the love of their life. Something so important. So intimate. 

That is until he felt the string begin to tug for himself. Then he understood not having enough time. 

The first time the red string at the tip of his finger tugged, Mista was in prison for his unjust murder charge. He remembered the day well. One moment he was sitting at his desk when all of a sudden, his body was jerked up by some mysterious force. Mista stood there, confused before his arm burst forward, and turned his whole body to face one of the walls. His erect finger traced a line from one end of the cell to another before flinging his entire body into the concrete wall, paining him. It was then he realized what was happening. 

You. You were nearby, near the prison, A nervous sweat washed over. Mista hadn’t expected you to live so near to him. He thought he’d be cursed to wander the Earth in search of you. But no. You were right there. And he couldn’t get out to see you. 

His heart crushed at the thought of being so close, yet so far, Mista sat back down once the pull of the string lessened. He closed his eyes, trying to picture what you looked like. 

On the other side, you got up from the sidewalk, groaning. The sudden tug of the string had caused you to trip and hit your head on the prison gate. You looked at your pinky, seeing the string taut and in the direction of the prison. Understanding the situation, you muttered to yourself a complaint. Just your luck, to end up with a criminal. 

One of the reasons Mista so eagerly followed Bruno Buccellati was because the man gave him his chance to find you. The man freed him from prison and gave him a new life as a sharpshooter. A new determination filled the now mafioso. You were close, and he just needed to wait for the string to tug again. 

But then he learned the true meaning of those words. He didn’t have enough time to look for you. 

The second time the string tugged, he was in the middle of a fierce stand battle. He and Abbacchio were out investigating, and an enemy gang member had intercepted one of their clues. Cornered in a busy street, Mista had to use all his focus not to hit any civilians. 

But then that damn string tugged. Mista was jerked to the side once more. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a nearby street lamp to steady himself. Looking around, he saw a sea of people, all walking their different paths, none towards him. 

Mista heard Abbacchio call out to him to help him take down the enemy, with Moody Blues struggling to keep his footing. The string tugged even harder; Mista had to make a choice. Gritting his teeth, he ran in the opposite direction as the universal pull. You were going to be safe, but he couldn’t let a friend die. The target was taken out, Mista noticing that the pulling of the string was gone as well. Damn, another chance lost. 

You had been pressed up against the wall of the taxi as you drove by that same street corner. Your soulmate was nearby, and you’d just missed him. 

We return to the present time. It was another mission, and Mista again felt that infernal tug. He stalked around the alleyway, alert for any sign of the enemy ahead. At the other end fo the string, you felt fate’s pull, waiting patiently in your seat at a cafe several streets over for your soulmate to approach. He hadn’t been ready to meet you the past two times, so you decided just to wait. In your mind, you had all the time in the world.  

Time kept passing. The enemy wasn’t showing, and Mista was getting antsy. He just wanted to end the mission and get to you. You, who were so slowly but surely getting impatient about all this. Where the hell was your soulmate?

A flash pasted Mista’s gaze, and he readied his pistol. However, the enemy managed to snake behind him, leaving Mista vulnerable. You kept tapping on the table, getting annoyed. 

The enemy stalked behind the unknowing mafioso, a dagger in his hand. A grin came to his face as he raised his arm, aimed at Mista’s head. 

“This is it. I’ll kill one of Buccellati‘s goons! Then he’ll know not to mess with my gang!” 

After another minute of waiting, with the damn string still pulling at your finger, you shot up from your chair, infuriated. 

“Alright, fuck this. Get your ass over here!” 

You grabbed the activated string, yanking Mista towards you, just as the man was about to kill him. The enemy missed, tumbling forward and losing his cover. “What the hell?!” 

His cover blown as well, Mista had to make a run for it before the man tried to kill him again. He’d regroup later, and there was no better direction he could have gone in than directly to his soulmate. Mista ran as fast as he could to get to you. He didn’t exactly know what to look for, but he had an angry mafioso twice his size on his heels, so he couldn’t stop for anything. He had called Narancia to come in for backup, but the idiot hadn’t shown up yet. 

The string was getting shorter and shorter, and you had started running towards your soulmate as well, excited to see what he looked like, who he was, what he was. The man still hot on his trails, Mista kept sprinting to you as his life depended on it. The guy was dodging all of Sex Pistols’ attacks, rendering his stand useless. The string was getting shorter and shorter. 

The two of you were pulled along, both of you running, in panic for one and jubilation for another. Neither of you was paying attention to where you were going. Mista swerved in and out of the streets, zooming past people, until finally, finally, he had come to you. Well, he had not exactly come to you, more fell into you. 

The moment he turned around to see if the man was following him, Mista collided into someone. He rushed to apologize, about to keep moving until he realized something. There was no tug anymore. He had just bumped into you, the one. Looking up from the ground, he saw your face for the first time, seeing you groan as you recovered from the collision. Guido Mista found himself speechless for a moment. You were beautiful. Everything he’s ever waited for. He saw your rounded face and couldn’t wait to see your smile. He eyed your soft, pillowy frame and couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms. Guido Mista’s heart beat fast in his chest, and not just because of the man chasing him. Oh right, the man chasing him. Mista was soon brought back down to Earth from cloud nine. 

You looked up at the man before you, immediately becoming lost in his void-like, black eyes. You felt your face heat up in a blush. 

“It’s you, isn’t it?” You asked, a small smile on your face.

Mista gulped nervously, standing up as straight as he could to make himself look tougher for you. “Yeah... I guess I am-W-wait a sec.”  

Mista turned around, seeing the man approaching at a fast pace. The mafioso turned back to you. Shit, you’ll be in danger if you’re spotted talking to him.

“Hey, listen, sweetheart, if you don’t mind. We gotta go.” 

“Go?” 

“Yeah. Like now!” With that, Mista grabbed your hand and began running, with you hurriedly running with him, confused. 

“What’s happening?!” 

���I’ll explain later!”

“B-but this isn’t how this is supposed to go! I don’t even know your name!”

“I’ll tell you later, babe! Come on!” 

The two of you kept running. Mista grunted, still looking around. Where the hell was Narancia?! Running out of options, Mista ducked into a small alley with you, you both now chest to chest in the tight space. Before you could ask any questions, Mista put a finger to his lips, telling you to keep quiet. You watched as he carefully pulled out a phone and called someone. 

“When the hell are you gonna get here?!” Mista whispered into the phone, spouting off a nearby street sign so Narancia would know where to go. The enemy was nearby. Easily detectable by Aerosmith, Mista was sure of that. The man was breathing heavily, perfect for the radar.

“Who are you?” 

Mista looked down at you, a cheeky grin on his face. Your heart fluttered, something innate in your body was attracting you to this man. Something in you knew he felt the same way about you at that moment. And you were right, Mista was, but he had to focus. 

Suddenly, a teen about your height showed up in your little hiding spot. Mista held you close, muttering to the teen details about the man, telling him to end the mission once and for all. The teen ran away, and in just a few minutes, he returned with a silver badge in his hand, proof the man was dead. 

Mista sighed in relief and stepped out from the alley, looking around; it seemed there were no other threats. Your heart was racing. Here he was. The universe had seen your boring, ordinary life, and had now handed you someone you could tell was neither boring nor ordinary. You quickly straightened yourself out, watching as Mista spoke with the other one. He then called up seemingly his boss to let him know the job was over. You bit your lip nervously, loving the authoritative tone in his voice.  The other teenager with him, Narancia, you supposed, turned to you. 

“Sorry, miss, about dragging you into all this. You can head home now.” He flashed a smile to you before Mista whacked him on the arm. “Hey! What the hell was that for dumbass?!” 

Mista’s face was bright red as he turned to you with a gentle smile. “No, Narancia, she’s not going anywhere. Not anymore.” 

With that, Mista approached you, taking off his cap. You saw his wild mass of dark curls, realizing fully just how handsome he was. 

“I’m sorry about that. I’d have hoped to meet you at a different time, but the string was a little impatient, I guess.” 

You nodded nervously, remembering you had pulled on it yourself. “Yeah. We couldn’t ignore it for the third time, I suppose.”

You both smiled, both too nervous to know what to do next. You cleared your throat, bringing a hand up to stroke the side of Mista’s neck. 

“I uh... I don’t even know your name. But it... it feels like I’ve known you for years. My whole life even.”

Mista felt his whole being lift in happiness as he kept his gaze on you. “You don’t seem very scared of me, considering what I just put you through.”

“Well, I figure if I’m meant for you, I should be able to deal with it. If it means I can have you as you are.”

Mista laughed, breathing a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around your waist, spinning you around. You, who had sometimes been self-conscious of your body, fell even more smitten knowing he could pick you up with ease. You could tell, he made you feel loved already, just as you were.  

Mista put you down. “Come on then. I’ll treat you to a meal, and you can meet my friends. All that running made me hungry.” You watched your soulmate walk out of the alley before you told him to wait. 

“Dummy, you forgot something. My name’s (y/n) (l/n). I still don’t know yours.” 

Mista chuckled a bit. “Sorry about that, baby. Guido Mista, at your service.” 

You smiled. “Guido, huh?”

“(y/n),huh? Now come on already, let’s eat. We can work all this soulmate stuff out later. We’ve got all the time in the world.” 

[mistabullets]

sfw bruno, giorno and mista with an intense crush headcanons? o///o

Bruno Bucciarati

The capo keeps his composure quite well, even when it’s a deadly situation. He can’t risk becoming distracted and jeopardizing not only missions, but his gang as well. However, because of this, he was never really found the time to pursuit relationships with others. Fearing his composure may slip or he may do something reekless for his lover.

However, there’s someone new he recruited. You’re quiet and have yet to adjust to the rest of the gang. Bruno, realizing to haven’t found your place within his gang, watches you from afar. He makes sure you’re eating and if you’re not, he’ll give you a simple meal. If you’re sleeping well, he’ll give natural products to induce slumbers. The capo watched after you.

The raven-haired man begins to notice small tidbits about yourself. You have bad habits, like chewing your lips or smoking cigarettes when stressed. When you’re focused on studies or puzzles, your eyebrows are scrunched up and makes you kind of look angry. He knows your daily routines and how pump yourself for missions; Bruno finds these things adorable.

Now Bruno finds his heart thumping in his chest when he’s in the same room as you. The heat in his cheeks flare, blushing at the mere thought of you. The effects you have on your capo annoys him... it doesn’t click to him that this a crush, an intense crush, until the two of you are alone during a weekly meeting. You give your capo a soft, genuine smile.

He’s happy to see you beaming, finally adjusting! He wants to see you grow and he wants to grow with you. However, the logical side of him attempts to reason that he can’t be doing this. Bruno shouldn’t be fancying the idea of beint romantically invovled with you. It’s inappropriate, it’s not right to pursue you, especially since he is your superior.

Bruno’s crush on you comes back and bites him during a mission. This is your first major one and it’s a test to see if you can truly handling living life as a mafioso. But he worries about you during the entirety of the mission, which is distracting him from other things. Bruno notices a man attempting to pull a fatal sneak attack on you. Shit, shit—

The capo doesn’t think and just springs forward, using Sticky Fingers to teleport his way over to you and push you out of harm’s way. Luckily, the enemy did not anticipate for Bruno and his stand to be here, so he’s beaten to a pulp. You look at your capo, quite astonished that he had nearly blown his cover just to save you from a foolish mistake.

You begin to appreciate your capo more and pay more attention, realizing his infatuation with you. You attempted to reason it was all in your head until Bruno came to your room one evening, confessing his feelings for you. You’re caught off guard, your heart hammering in your chest from Bruno’s declaration. You agree to have a date with him sometime soon.

Giorno Giovanna

Our golden boy here is on the reserved end when it comes to expressing romantic feelings. Sure, he’s charismatic and can flirt with people, but Giorno is more quiet and subtle with his love language. Plus, where he is quite young, he doesn’t have much experience. He has found himself admiring beautiful strangers but nothing more, nothing less.

Then you came along! You were just an average teenager, whose family were quite close to Bucciarati’s. You frequented the neighborhoods of the base and Giorno noticed your natural beauty immediately. While he was warn not to interact you too much, the young boy just couldn’t help it. Even the rare and accidental eye contacts had him blushing.

You and Giorno were the same age. While he respected his capo, he couldn’t help but make small talk with you... his heart would flutter with you small smiles or the slightest amount of pink which dusted your cheeks. Giorno learned about you; your family was well-known in the mafia world. Your father was a capo and you were expected to follow his footsteps.

He began fancying the idea of possibly becoming a mafia power couple. That was when it clicked that he may have had a huge crush on you. It was a far-reaching yet indulging fantasy of his but he wanted to make it into a reality. He thought of you more and more, making the time to talk to you, and always trying to get a smile out of you.

Giorno even went as far as giving you flowers. You saved each one of them, growing them in your personal garden. Things were going smoothly until Bruno betrayed Diavolo... your family stuck by Bucciarati’s and would go down with him. Your father was killed, your mother and sibling(s) missing, but you made it out. You met up with Bruno and the gang.

You looked like you’ve been through hell. But rather wallow in your self pity, you took on the mantle of protecting your family and joining Bruno in defeating the boss. Giorno admired your resolve and even convinced the capo that you were capable. Eventually you stand ability awakened, with defensive abilities, showing just how headstrong you truly were.

Despite losing your father, you still acted your usual self with Giorno. But you were more comfortable with confiding in him and about your fears. You weren’t quite ready to grow up, you had been pampered all you life. After one particular moment of vulnerability, Giorno noticed your tears and that’s when all of feelings came rushing to the surface.

He grabbed your hands. Giorno declared his admiration for you and swore to protect you and help find your family. He revealed his plan to you, partially blaming himself for your father’s death. He offered you everything, even a life of peace and away from Passione. However, much to his surprise, you confessed. “I think I would rather be with you, Gio.”

Guido Mista

The gunslinger is a simple man. He go through periods of short-lived crushes, fleeting fantasies but he realizes they were far-reaching. He has had a few flings but none of them were worth keeping since he never felt the spark ignite. Mists goes with the flow of life, letting things naturally fall into his lap, rather than searching for it.

God will give me an angel eventually, Mista thought to himself. Or maybe not. Some people never found their soulmate and that’s okay, he suppose. But he’s an optimistic romantic; he liked the idea of happy endings, fateful encounters, love at first sight. While his chances of that were slimmed down thanks to his work, he still hoped for it to come!

And it did, coming in the form of a new teammate. Gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, angelic... there were a lot of nice words used to describe you! And Mista was head over heels for you, despite just now meeting you for the first time. He even defended you, making sure you didn’t have to go through Abbacchio’s hazing, much to his dismay.

You were shy around the young man at first, not having any positive experiences with friendships and forming healthy relationships. But Mista, seemingly the one with less emotional baggage, showed you he was harmless. He didn’t want to take advantage of the newbie and your naivety, more like incorporate you into Bruno’s familigia.

And you believed him since he often became mad for your stake, such as yelling at Abbacchio for hurting your feelings or Fugo for being impatient when it came to tutoring you. While one could say it was due to his intense crush on you, it was because after getting to know you, Mista understood you were a soft and gentle person, taking thins passively.

He helped you grow as a person. And even though things were moving so quickly, when you betrayed the boss, Mista kept you secured. It was sweet how protective he became of you, like how a good dog would become loyal to their owner. You were oblivious to his puppy dog love for you, believing it was just him taking on the role of a mentor.

After an intense battle with one of Diavolo’s bodyguards, Mista feared he almost lost you. But he reacted on instincts, coming to aid, ignoring the fact he was an easy target. It was like some miracle from God, cause both of you managed to go with minimal injuries. For once, you became slightly angry at Mista, “Why would you do that, you know better—“

“I-It’s because... aghhh! I love you dammit!” he said, thinking of how it sucked to confess right now. But he saw where you became flustered with his confession. “O-Oh, I... I feel the same. I thought you were just being nice to me.” Mista laughed, you were quite oblivious, but he was also oblivious for not realizing the feeling was mutual. But at least he knew he had an angel.

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 19: Broken Hearts (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Day Nineteen: Broken Hearts

Prompts used: Grief, Suvivor’s guilt

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Golden Wind)

Got another too-long fic with lots of Abbacchio angst! TW: Alcoholism

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"Just give me the whole damn bottle."

The bartender gave him a look, but handed over the bottle. Abbacchio slid the money across the counter and hunkered down in the corner of the bar, opening the bottle and taking a swig, not even bothering with a glass.

It had been a while. Nearly two months since he had drunk more than a glass of wine at dinner. Bucciarati had made sure of that, helping him get sober after bringing him into his team. And here he was, ruining all the progress he had made.

And not giving a damn.

It had not been an easy week. It had started with a rough mission. Drug traffickers selling poisoned stuff. People had been dying all over the city—kids. It was disgusting, and Bucciarati, of course had to take the bastards down himself. So, they'd gone out to do that.

It had ended in a gunfight. Abbacchio still wasn't used to his Stand, and really, it wasn't made for combat like Bucciarati's so he'd gone with good old-fashioned fists. Unfortunately, it had put him in the line of fire. Bucciarati had realized this just in the nick of time, had run and shoved him out of the way….

Abbacchio winced and squeezed his eyes shut as he took another long pull from the bottle. He would not be forgetting that any time soon, Bucciarati slamming into him, taking them both down, the smaller man lying on top of him, still, white suit splashed in red…

He squeezed his free hand into a fist.

God, Abbacchio had thought he'd killed another partner.

It had just been a shoulder injury. Bruno just had to keep his arm in a sling for a couple weeks and they had taken down the drug dealers, but Abbacchio hadn't been able to stop shaking for days. Had reamed Bucciarati out for his stupidity, though it didn't matter. He'd just started dreaming of Bucciarati dead.

And on top of that it was now the anniversary of his partner's death.

One year. It had been one year, and it hadn't gotten any easier.

But that was the straw that had broken the camel's back. The reason Abbacchio was sitting here, drinking himself into oblivion again. And damn Bucciarati. He could yell at him later if he wanted to. He could kick him out for being worthless. Abbacchio didn't care. It would probably be better for everyone anyway.

The bottle disappeared too quickly and he called for another one, not nearly drunk enough.

But still too drunk to recognize the danger before it was too late.

"Well, would you look at that, the little lost sheep."

Abbacchio heaved his head up with monumental effort and glanced over his shoulder at the men who were now hemming him in. He recognized them, though he couldn't remember all their names. They were all cops he used to work with, but they were the dirtiest of the dirty and that was saying something coming from him.

Abbacchio used to think they were the scum of humanity, couldn't understand why they were still allowed to work, but, of course, now he was no better than them. At least none of them had gotten their partners killed.

"Leave me alone," he muttered.

"Leave you alone?" one mocked. "You're the one who ended up here where you're not welcome anymore."

One of them put an arm around Abbacchio's shoulders, keeping him from rising from his seat. "Or maybe you came because you remember what today is. If you even bothered to remember."

Abbacchio gritted his teeth. Like hell he could ever forget. Part of him would give anything.

Fury ripped through him and he jabbed his elbow into the man's gut. "I said leave me alone."

He shoved away and got up, but swayed on his feet. Okay, maybe he was more drunk than he had thought.

"Hold on," one of the other men said, and grabbed his shoulder, pushing him back onto the stool where they hemmed him in. "Since you're here, you might as well drink a toast. After all, he was your partner."

"Poor kid, cut down in the prime of his life. Too innocent for his own good." One of the cops shook his head. Another grabbed the second bottle the bartender had quietly put on the counter before shifting to the other side, out of the way. "Come on, Abbacchio, let's drink a toast."

He tried to shove away, but they slammed him back and one grabbed his hair, wrenching his head backwards against the bar. The one with the bottle popped the top and grabbed his chin.

"Bottom's up."

Abbacchio struggled as his mouth was wrenched open and the liquor was poured directly down his throat, choking him. He flailed, throat burning from the alcohol, and gurgling desperately.

The men laughed at him, and one pinched his nose, causing him to panic.

"That's right, drink it all, you bastardo."

Abbacchio finally wrenched one of his arms out of their grasp and slammed his fist into the nearest man's groin. The man staggered back with a wheeze, and Abbacchio surged up and snagged the bottle, breaking it on the bar.

He brandished the glass, but they were already on him.

"You cazzo," one snarled, and Abbacchio, snarling, lashed out, but he was too drunk to be coordinated, and the man simply dodged his swipe and another grabbed his wrist, forcing the glass back toward him.

Abbacchio dodged at the last second, and the glass grazed his side. The pain and feeling of blood trickling down his skin put him into survival mode and he lashed out, calling up Moody Blues.

His Stand barely appeared, then flickered away. Okay, maybe he couldn't use it while he was drunk. What the hell was it good for then?

He swung his fist himself and connected with one of the men's jaws, but it was five to one, and Abbacchio wasn't at his best. He somehow got another cut across his arm, and then a fist slammed into his stomach, doubling him over. Someone grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the bar. Abbacchio grunted and collapsed on the ground, the broken bottle he still somehow held, shattering and slicing open his palm.

They started kicking him and he just curled up and took it, really not being able to do anything else. So what if they just did him in? How bad would that actually be?

But they didn't, obviously, that would be too merciful.

They dragged his beaten body out of the bar and tossed him out the back door into the trash in the alley, spitting on him for good measure before they went back inside, laughing.

Abbacchio didn't even bother moving. He didn't even really feel the pain; he was just numb.

He didn't know how long it was before there were footsteps, and a pair of expensive leather shoes stopped in front of him.

"There you are."

Abbacchio followed the shoes up the white suit to the black-haired man standing over him with an unreadable expression.

Damn Bucciarati.

Abbacchio groaned, and turned his face back to the dirty street. "Leave me alone," he muttered.

Bucciarati only sighed and crouched. "You know I'm not going to do that, right? Come on, Leone."

Abbacchio shook his head, but Bucciarati grabbed his arm insistently, and somehow, even though he still had one arm in a sling, he heaved Abbacchio to his feet. Abbacchio couldn't help but lean heavily against the smaller man, even though he was afraid to get blood all over Bucciarati's suit. Wearing white in Passione was definitely a power move.

"You're a mess," Bucciarati said, sounding more like a mother than anything.

He started walking and Abbacchio didn't have much choice but to stagger beside him. He eventually found himself leaning against a car as Bucciarati opened the door.

"Get in."

Abbacchio did as he was told. There wasn't much point in resisting.

Bucciarati got behind the wheel and drove one-handed back to the rooms their small team was currently staying in. Abbacchio just sat there, bleeding into the seats of Bucciarati's car, and wondered why the hell the man had scraped him off the streets. Again. Hadn't he learned his lesson after the first time?

They pulled up and Bucciarati got out and silently opened the car door, reaching in to pull Abbacchio out.

He tried to help pull himself to his feet, but every ounce of strength seemed to have left him and the movement was making him nauseous. Before he knew it, he was collapsing to his knees and vomiting into the bushes.

Bucciarati sighed and stood there, probably thinking how disgusting he was.

"Did you find him?"

"Yes, Fugo," Bucciarati replied. "Help me get him inside?"

Abbacchio wiped his mouth miserably and somehow found himself supported between Bucciarati and Fugo as they hauled him inside.

He eventually found himself sitting on a small bench in the bathroom as Bucciarati propped him against the wall.

"Fugo, please fetch the first aid kit," he told the teen.

Fugo nodded and left.

Bucciarati started to pull off his sling with a wince. Abbacchio wanted to reprimand him but…he was really in no position to reprimand anyone.

His head spun and he swayed, but Bruno grabbed his shoulder and steadied him.

"Easy," he said and tilted his head back to study his injuries. He sighed. "You were doing so well, Leone," he said and the disappointment was almost more than Abbacchio could bear on top of everything else.

But then, he was a failure. What else was he supposed to expect.

Fugo returned with the first aid kit and Bucciarati thanked him, beginning to set it out on the counter by the sink.

"Can you take your coat off?" he asked.

Abbacchio fumbled with the laces, but he was too uncoordinated and his one hand was bleeding and still had glass in it. Bucciarati didn't say anything, just came over and did it for him, sliding the blood covered material off carefully and efficient.

He curled in on himself as Bucciarati's eyes swept over the bruises and cuts.

"Let's start with your hand."

He took Abbacchio's hand, settling it palm up on the counter and carefully began digging the glass out of it. Abbacchio gritted his teeth, but kept silent.

"They really did a number on you," Bucciarati commented as he pulled out the last of the glass and held Abbacchio's hand over the sink, pouring peroxide over it. Abbacchio hissed and tried to pull away, but Bucciarati held his wrist fast. "Who was it?" He set Abbacchio's hand on a towel and dabbed it dry carefully before he started to wrap gauze around it.

Abbacchio was silent for a long moment, not really wanting to say, but he didn't really have a choice. Bucciarati was his superior. "Ex-coworkers."

Bruno made a small sound as if that explained it, and turned to the cuts on his arm and side, cleaning them and then bringing out his Stand to zip them closed. Abbacchio had been a little freaked out about this the first time Bucciarati had done it, but it was actually a pretty good way to close wounds.

Bucciarati made a quick examination for head trauma, broken ribs and internal bleeding but seemed satisfied.

"I'll get you something clean to wear," he said and left the small bathroom.

Abbacchio sat slumped on the small bench, aching, swimming head in his hands. He didn't understand Bucciarati sometimes. How could he even look at him? After spending months getting him sober, having to clean him up, and make sure he didn't choke on his vomit in the night, having to deal with his asshole attitude that would have had him shot if he were with any other gang in Passione, how could he even look at Abbacchio? Especially now when he had been doing better, finally, and yet, it had been all too short-lived.

How could he still care enough to jump in front of Abbacchio and take a bullet for him?

Everything was just too much. Abbacchio's head swam and his stomach roiled. He barely made it to his knees and to the toilet before he was throwing up again, even though there was hardly anything in his stomach. He'd barely eaten anything for the last few days.

Bucciarati came back in and silently crouched beside him, pulling his hair back from his face. Abbacchio groaned, panting as he slumped, head resting against the toilet seat.

Bucciarati started pulling his hair back into a rubber band to keep it out of the way then rose to get a washcloth, wiping Abbacchio's face like he was a child.

"Come on, you need to be in bed."

"Why the hell did you bring me back?" Abbacchio croaked, pulling his head upright and staring up at the other man. "I'm not worth the bother."

"Yes, you are," Bucciarati told him firmly. "I picked you for this team specifically, remember?"

"Yeah, back when you still thought you could fix me," Abbacchio slurred, and raised his injured hand weakly. "Look at me. Obviously, I'm not going to change."

Bucciarati pressed his lips into a thin line. "You don't believe in yourself enough, Abbacchio."

"With good reason!" he shouted. "No matter how hard I try, I'm never going to be good enough! I'm still gonna make stupid decisions that end up getting people killed. I'm no good! Why don't you get that?!" He choked on his words and bit his lip. "I should just leave. I'm not going to risk getting you or Fugo killed too. You already came too close."

He pushed himself to his feet and swayed, catching himself on the doorjamb with his injured hand. He let out a sharp yell, and staggered.

But Bucciarati caught him before he could collapse, and pulled an arm over his shoulders.

"Come on, you need to get into bed."

Abbacchio shook his head, eyes stinging. "Just leave me the hell alone. Why can't you understand that I'm toxic? Poison? You should have just left me in the alley."

Bruno turned him around and gripped his chin, forcing him to look at him. "Leone, stop. That's an order."

But Abbacchio simply shoved him away. "I got my partner killed, and I almost got you killed too! You have a deathwish or something, idiota?!"

He collapsed, the fall jarring his aching body, and buried his face in his hands. What a disgusting, wretched creature he was. Useless.

A choked sob escaped his throat despite his best efforts, and Bucciarati was kneeling in front of him, a hand on his shoulder.

"Leone, I'm not dead," he said firmly. "This guilt you feel…I get it. I do."

"How could you ever understand?" Abbacchio demanded. "You never killed your own comrades!"

"And neither did you," Bruno said firmly.

"He died because of me," Abbacchio whispered wretchedly.

"It could have been anyone who shot him," Bucciarati said softly. "That's just the reality here, Abbacchio. I felt the same way after what happened to my father. I should have gone with him that day. I would have too, but he told me not to. I blamed myself for years because of that, but there was nothing I could have done. I killed the men who did it, but it didn't make me feel less empty inside. It just helped me to know that they wouldn't do that to anyone else. That's all we can do, Leone, move forward in this life, and try not to forget. Try to keep the memories of those we lost close and try not to disgrace them."

Abbacchio rubbed a hand roughly across his eyes, smearing the eyeliner that he'd forgotten to wipe off. "It's just…how do you forgive yourself?"

"I can't answer that for you," Bucciarati said gently. "You'll have to decide that for yourself. But Leone, don't ever think you're not worth anything, because you are to me. And I imagine your partner thought the same."

Abbacchio choked on a sob and doubled over, abused stomach aching. Somehow, he found himself pressed against Bruno's shoulder, shaking, getting his suit wet as well as bloody.

"Come on, you're in no shape for this right now," Bucciarati told him gently and heaved him to his feet and somehow over to the bed.

Abbacchio collapsed bonelessly, his body pretty much giving up at this point. Bucciarati pulled a blanket over him and then pulled a chair over to the side of his bed.

Abbacchio wanted to snap at him, tell him he didn't need a caretaker, but…if he were being honest, he was grateful tonight to know he wasn't alone as he slipped into his drunken oblivion.

XXX

He didn't know what time it was when he awoke, but he had a killer headache and wished he hadn't.

Actually, his whole body ached. Abbacchio hadn't felt all the nuances of pain last night still under the fuzzy blanket of the liquor, but not his body was one huge ache.

He groaned and rolled over, burying his face in his pillow, wishing he would just smother.

The door opened and he squinted toward the figure who came in with a tray.

"Good, you're awake," Bucciarati said, setting the tray on his side table. It held black coffee and toast. Abbacchio's stomach turned, but that was probably mostly because it was empty. He was obviously experienced with this feeling. And Bucciarati had learned that dry toast and coffee were pretty much the only things Abbacchio could keep down after a bad night.

"Try to get this down. Then we're going out. The fresh air will do you good," the other man said in a businesslike manner.

Abbacchio groaned, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "You're taking me on a job?"

Bruno didn't reply, simply nodded to the coffee before leaving the room again and Abbacchio growled and took the warm cup in his uninjured hand, taking a sip.

It did help, clearing his head a little, and his stomach settled with the toast. It made it possible for him to get out of bed, dragging himself to the bathroom to clean himself up, and get dressed.

He made it downstairs without falling on his face and Bruno was waiting for him.

"Come on," he said, nodding toward the door.

Abbacchio trudged after him. "Where the hell are we going?"

Bucciarati still didn't say anything, just got in the car. Abbacchio grunted and got in as well, wincing as he folded his tall, battered frame into the small space.

They drove for a while, a little out of the city, and finally Abbacchio realized where they were when Bucciarati pulled the car to a stop.

The graveyard.

"Why the hell are we here?" he demanded. "This better be so you can dig my grave."

Bucciarati gave him a longsuffering look and opened the door. "Come on, Abbacchio."

He refused to move. His hands were shaking, and he wasn't sure whether it was from the hangover or something else.

"Leone."

"Are you ordering me?" Abbacchio bit out.

"No," Bruno said simply.

And maybe it was because of that that Abbacchio got out of the car. Bucciarati smiled slightly.

"I don't want to be here," Abbacchio stated firmly.

"I know," Bruno replied. "But I think it will make you feel better."

He hung back, still shaking, until Bruno gripped his shoulder and forced him to meet his gaze. "Leone. It will be all right. Trust me."

His face crumpled, and he had to fight back embarrassing tears, but he swallowed hard and followed Bucciarati through the graveyard.

He did trust Bruno, damn it, he did. He was probably the only person Abbacchio could trust anymore. He certainly couldn't trust himself.

He didn't know how Bruno knew exactly where to go, but the man did his research. Abbacchio stayed to the path, watching Bruno move closer to his partner's grave as he hung back.

"Why did you bring me here?" he asked in a strangled voice.

"So you can pay your respects," Bucciarati told him.

Abbacchio bit his lip nearly to bleeding and slowly approached the grave. It was small, simple, and yet it weighed on him like the ground now resting over a man who had once been his friend. A man he had killed.

Abbacchio's legs wouldn't hold him anymore and he slowly knelt in the grass, still damp from the morning dew. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "God, I'm so sorry."

There were flowers on the grave and Abbacchio wondered who had brought them, but he was glad someone cared.

Bucciarati carefully sat down next to him. "I didn't know the man, but, I feel that he would forgive you."

"You don't know that," Abbacchio spat. "He was too young, we both were. But I was stupid, and he was the one who paid the price."

Bruno was quiet a long moment before he asked. "Was he married? Children?"

Abbacchio shook his head. "Sweetheart. Was gonna ask her to marry him. See, he was straight-cut like that."

"Leone, he would have gotten caught in the crossfire eventually, or become jaded like the rest," Bruno told him, not unkindly, just as a fact. "With the corruption in this city, we all fall in some way eventually. It's unavoidable. You either let yourself be prey, or you become a hunter." He looked over at him. "But you have an overwhelming sense of justice. That's why I wanted you on my team. Because, deep down, you still want to live in a better world. And I want to make this city that. I want to mend it, make it a place people can live in without fear."

Abbacchio looked down at his hands. He knew that. That's the only reason he had joined Bucciarati to begin with. Because he somehow believed that even in this wretched world, this man was actually good. Abbacchio hadn't seen good in a long time.

"You're right," he said, voice steadier. "This city takes and takes and takes. And maybe…maybe it is time for someone to stand up and take it back."

Bruno smiled and nodded. "Yes. Exactly."

They sat for a long time, and finally Abbacchio started to feel a little better, a little weight lifted off his chest. He knew it wasn't going to just go away, that he would probably never stop feeling the pain, the guilt, but, maybe it would fade eventually.

Maybe he could move on.

And when he followed Bucciarati back to the car, he promised himself that this was a new start, and this time, he was going to make the best of it.