#abbaccio

[ilepigg]

trans Leone rules the world!!

plus some bucci gang headcanons

[mamoru-chiba-ua]

[starry-snippets]

jjba (jotaro, kakyoin, avdol, josuke, rohan, giorno, bruno, abbacchio, trish, mista, narancia) + aesthetics you suggest/dress them in

images are from pinterest! 

jotaro - techwear

✩ if you BEG you could get him to wear a techwear outfit that still maintains his love of gold brooches and chains. it’s not even that he doesn’t like the aesthetic it’s just kind of silly to him at first. sure he wears two belts, but two belts and a backpack on his chest and a smaller one on a thigh garter? um no. eventually caves when you show him something he finds really cool and man he has money. bad choice (or is it a great one?) he is fully committing elements of techwear into his every day outfits now. he’s dangerously hotter now too um

kakyoin - goblin/cryptid core (with punk influence!) 

✩ is a very creative guy who has a unique style and he’ll use that to his advantage! this would begin with a date idea of designing shirts or jeans and he has so much fun. now he has several pairs of fun jeans and a patch jacket he’s working on. when he’s dressed up like he’s ready to explore the forest he’s in such a mood to! get ready to spend time in the woods watching hierophant poking bugs with sticks and kakyoin showing you different types of beetles while you look for cryptids with a nearly empty flashlight 

avdol - bohemian/hippie 

✩ kind of related to his current style and that’s what he’s very willing to give it a try. loves the dramatic sleeves and ruffles, truly enjoying how snazzy they make him feel. also appreciates the jewelry! especially if you make it for him or buy it for him because it’ll remind him of you. loves fun patterns so he’ll enjoy combining them in unique ways, also appreciates the whimsical element of the layered fabric and prints 

rohan - avant garde 

✩ craziest dude in the world I swear. will wear anything just about if you make it sound revolutionary. tell him a trash bag is the next-in fashion trend and he’ll disbelief you to no end but will secretly be curious and try it out. helps he has the confidence to rock anything he tries. to be fair, when you dress him up you’re doing it mainly to see if he looks good in everything and you’re sad to see he does, indeed, look good in absolutely anything 

josuke - scene/punk

✩ loves the abrasive elements in punk! loves the colors and being able to make bracelets with you aspect of scenecore. in general he enjoys how he can look tough and intimidating but feels like the colorful accents really soften that depending on how much he accessorizes. doesn’t wear it too often though, really depends on where you two are heading. does let you dress him up fairly often though! 

giorno - cottagecore

✩ isn’t entirely against or for trying it out. is kinda confused as to why you want him to. he’ll eventually say to go for it. depending on what you put him in he will really like the aesthetic and wear it on your dates around town. isn’t a big fan when you ask if he’ll wear a skirt, but when you actually order one he really enjoys the length and the twirl. when you go on a picnic and he wears it, he just feels like he’s safe with you and away from the trivial stresses of his outre life 

bruno - coquette/angelcore

✩ like giorno, he isn’t for or against. leans to okay almost immediately however. he’s curious and very fluid with how he presents, so he’ll agree to just about anything within reason. when you dress him up he feels so ethereal. absolutely loves it? he likes how he’s wearing traditionally feminine garments but doesn’t feel effeminate. he enjoys the outfit and would likely wear it again, especially on a date with you 

abbacchio - goth 

✩ doesn’t want you to for a while despite sharing things with the style already. just feeling a bit prideful. does cave and let you do him up completely, probably because he had a drink. ABSOLUTELY loves the result however. the drama of the sleeves and the flair of his pant’s make him look so long and slender, like a real life dracula. finds the chains excessive but misses the significant effect they had when he was wearing them. definitely enjoyed trad goth makeup more than he’s willing to admit 

narancia - bubblegum b✩tch 

✩ likes it because he feels tall and assertive with the big boots on. will not wear it out of the house unless you’re really good at convincing him. doesn’t have the toughest skin so this does help him build his confidence and self-esteem even outside of his appearance. just feels so adorable, especially with you hyping him out. if he does agree to going out you’ll wear a super feminine outfit too or a suit, confusing traditional mindsets while having a super fun date 

mista - rockstar 

✩ really gets into his role when those skin tight pants are on. if you go out for dinner he’ll act like he’s the most important man ever and it surprisingly works. he will make use of the leather jacket you got him and would ask you to decorate it if that’s something you’re interested in. will wear elements of the outfit separately somewhat often but the entire outfit probably just on certain dates 

trish - indie

✩ loves lots of patterns so she appreciates the wiggle room of indie! she already has an impeccable sense of style but this is her go to when she’s heading out to museums, picnics, etc. trish always adds her unique flair to her outfits, often making edits to her shirts and skirts 

[knyazyuriy]

I always come back 🤠

[kdliza]

Drawing the emo boyfriends!🖤

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

normal people don't desperately wish Leone Abbacchio to be their dad. fortunately im not normal

That is to say. please im begging screaming crying for some parental!Abbacchio and child!Reader content please hrhghgrhnrgnnn

[berries-n-cream]

Someone needs to take away my phone-

[p3nnyr0y4l]

Penny post something other than bust sketches challenge (IMPOSSIBLE) 💥

[doctorlixard]

I also have an Akutagawa shrine I might show off later 🤭 here’s my Abba one for now

[bizarre-azure]

i drew abbacchio in a bodysuit

[lazyras-blog]

Lol yeah i watch the JoJo

[dx-core]

Fuzzy feelings

Summary: Abbacchio and Bruno share a tender moment

Paring(s): Abbacchio/Bucciarati

Warnings: None

A/N: I'm on a fluff train tonight! Woah! I love these two nerds and while I will subject them to endless torture someday, today they will experience some good ol' fashion fluff

Closeness was a luxury in Passione, he thinks.

It was a mistake— a fatal one, in some cases.  It was a luxury few suckers could afford, one Abbacchio shouldn't be able to afford.  Yet—fucking yet— here he was, pushed nose to nose with his death sentence, face flushed with cherry reds and peachy pinks, heart hammering hard in his chest.

Bucciarati, his capo, his boss- close enough to feel his breath dance against his skin. Bruno, his partner, his lover, his boyfriend- pressing feather light kisses everywhere he could reach.

Bruno is all over him; hands tangled in his hair, exposed chest pressed against his, legs wrapped around his waist loosely. His scent thick in the air— he could practically taste him in the back of his throat, choking him in all of the right ways.  He consumed his mind, his thoughts, his body.   His Capo was infectious, sinking just beneath his skin, controlling every aspect of his life.

He's so dangerous, too dangerous to love, to be close to, but Abbacchio couldn't get enough.

He'd give up his soul for him, his life.  He thinks he already has.

" You're distracted, " he murmurs against his damp lips, pretty blues fluttering open,  " penny for your thoughts? "

" I love you, " Abbacchio replies instantly, his voice nothing more than a breath.

This draws out a snort from Bruno, it's a light, content noise— one that makes him melt impossibly further beneath him, " obviously. I love you too, bella cosa "

Another kiss, and Abbacchio's thoughts and breath are stolen yet again.   

[bebegi]

˗ˏˋ ♡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬ˎˊ˗

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

genre: daily texts | fluff

warnings: kys jokes and a couple of suggestive jokes.

requested: yes!!!

notes: ugh this man ugh

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[starry-snippets]

thinking about soft abbacchio. you're having a rough day for whatever reason, and you can't get your headphones to work. you haven't come down for dinner so bruno sends abbacchio to check on you, knowing you are crushing on each other, and he sees you crying while holding your broken headphones. he can tell immediately from your heaves it isn't about just the headphones. abbacchio's first thought is to leave, maybe fetch bruno since he is the only one (besides you) who can calm him down, but when he hears you call for him that thought leaves his mind. abbacchio can't run away when he can help you. he'll sit besides you, turning on the playlist you made for when you have to drive extensively on missions. abbacchio watches your breathing steady as he uses the same techniques bruno does with him when things get too bad. halfway through the playlist you're smiling while he whines about nothing important, mainly just to see your smile. that's when abba really realizes he loves you. anyone else and he would of let someone else handle your distressed state. but seeing you broken and sobbing – for some reason abbacchio couldn't bare it. as your shared tunes continue blasting and you ask if you could explain why your day went so poorly, abbacchio just stares at you with an expression that reads "fuck what do I do?" you may think he doesn't know how to comfort you further, but really he's just dreading the possible hurt that can come from loving you cause he's #traumatized

[tab00-t33f]

“Playing the Part”

(Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader)

Heres a little something I had in my notes since before I opened requests! I think yall will like it :3 (by it i mean the mental image of abbacchio in a tux) hopefully it’ll hold ya over until the “Dangerous Devotion” cont.

Also please don’t ever be afraid to send in requests for ships! I’m not a prude! And I definitely have ideas for some relationship hc between certain characters.. throuples with the reader??? My mind is FULL

(Since I know theres demand now, I’ll also put a slot counter in my bio! Just to keep things more organized!)

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You tugged at the hem of your dress, feeling entirely out of place as you glanced at your reflection in a window. Venice at night was dazzling, its canals glowing with the reflections of countless lanterns and glittering lights from lavish parties. And tonight, you were heading to one of the most exclusive galas in the city—undercover, of course.

Your partner for the mission, Leone Abbacchio, stood nearby, adjusting his tie with a scowl. The black tuxedo fit him like it was tailored for him, but his grumbling made it clear he wasn’t thrilled about the situation.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath. “Of all people, why’d Bucciarati pair me with you?”

You shot him a glare, though your cheeks flushed. “Maybe because you’re the only one who can blend into a fancy party without sticking out like a sore thumb. Narancia would have tried to smuggle a knife in his shoe.”

Abbacchio rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just don’t blow our cover.”

The mission was simple: attend the gala, identify a suspicious guest who was rumored to be selling Stand-enhancing drugs, and gather information. The catch? The only way to get in was by posing as a couple.

As you entered the grand hall, a wave of opulence hit you—crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and guests dressed in designer attire. You slipped your arm through Abbacchio’s, hoping to look convincing. He stiffened immediately.

“Relax,” you hissed. “Couples are supposed to look comfortable together.”

He grunted but didn’t pull away. “This better not take all night.”

As the evening wore on, you and Abbacchio moved through the crowd, exchanging fake pleasantries with other guests while keeping an eye out for your target. It was easy to see that Abbacchio hated every second of it—his polite smile was more of a grimace, and his small talk bordered on sarcastic.

“Having fun yet?” you teased during a brief lull, sipping from a champagne flute.

Abbacchio’s pale eyes flicked to you, narrowing slightly. “Are you?”

You smirked. “A little. It’s not every day I get to see you in a tux.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought you’d crossed a line. But then he leaned closer, his voice low. “Focus on the job, not on me.”

You rolled your eyes, about to retort, when you spotted your target—an older man in a silver suit, speaking animatedly with a small group near the bar. You subtly nudged Abbacchio and tilted your head in the man’s direction.

“Got him,” you murmured.

Abbacchio nodded. “I’ll handle this. Stay here.”

Before you could protest, he slipped away, weaving through the crowd with surprising grace. You watched as he approached the group, his movements confident and deliberate. He blended into the conversation seamlessly, his sharp gaze betraying his focus.

Minutes passed, and you felt increasingly useless standing on the sidelines. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed someone else watching the man in the silver suit—a tall figure with sharp features and a predatory smile. Something about him sent a chill down your spine.

“Abbacchio,” you whispered into the small communicator in your ear. “We’ve got another problem. There’s someone else watching the target.”

“I see him,” Abbacchio replied, his voice steady. “Stay where you are. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Naturally, you ignored him.

As the tension in the room grew, you made your way toward the figure, trying to look inconspicuous. But before you could get too close, he turned and locked eyes with you.

“Looking for someone?” he asked, his voice smooth but threatening.

Your heart pounded as you tried to think of a response. Thankfully, Abbacchio appeared at your side, his hand slipping around your waist in a way that made you freeze.

“She’s with me,” he said, his tone cold as ice. “Is there a problem?”

The man’s eyes flicked between you and Abbacchio, clearly weighing his options. After a tense moment, he shook his head and turned away, disappearing into the crowd.

Once he was gone, you exhaled shakily. “Thanks for the save.”

Abbacchio didn’t let go immediately. His hand remained on your waist, his expression unreadable. “I told you to stay put.”

“I couldn’t just stand there!” you argued, though your voice was quieter than you intended.

He sighed, his frustration melting into something softer. “You’re reckless, you know that?”

You gave a weak smile. “And you’re bossy. Guess we balance each other out.”

For a moment, he just looked at you, his pale eyes searching yours. Then he let go, stepping back as if to regain his usual distance. “Let’s finish this mission and get out of here.”

You nodded, but as you followed him back into the crowd, you couldn’t help but notice the faintest trace of warmth lingering where his hand had been.

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

Musketeers AU-

Bucci gang x fem/reader-part 1

Tw: HISTORICAL INACCURANCE.

Summary: Princess Y/n is running away from an arranged marriage with a man named Doppio.

The King Diavolo orders his faithful Musketeers Bruno and Abbacchio to find your secret refuge. Helped by their team-mates ( Fugo, Narancia, Mista, Giorno), they will do anything in their power to catch you.

"L’abbiamo trovata, signore!L’abbiamo trovata!!"

(We found her, captain! We found her!!)

“Quant’è vvera a Maronna! Fermati Ghirga!!"

(Stop running Ghirga! You’ll kill us both!)

The voice of a boy echoed into the rocca, excited as his approaching footsteps

“Fermati, Cap ‘e cazz.”

(Stop, you fool.)

A young lad with a cascade of messy blonde hair caught the frantic boy by the scruff before he could erupt into the royal guard office.

“UE PANNACOTTA!MA IO T’ACCID-”

(HEY PANNACOTTA!I’M GONNA CUT Y-)

Pannacotta, that was his name, quickly confiscated the crumpled document from the sticky fingers of his team mate, urgently knocking with his free hand so he could both hide the verbal assault and inform the captain of their arrival.

“Avanti.”

“Come in.”

Fortunately, the commotion was covered by the sound of two fencers' blades colliding with each other. Once they opened the door to Bucciarti's office, the two found him sitting at a very long table in the back of the room, carefully observing two young men practicing the art of the sword.

To be more precise, that wasn’t just Bucciarati’s office, the place was used as an armory and, consequently, a sala d’arme. To further confirm this theory, there was a huge tapestry hanging behind the captain’s back, depicting a knight killing a huge serpent with a sidesword.

Golden but faded letters embroidered in the whool recited “Sala D’Arme Achille Marozzo”.

The room also did have long wooden tables at each side, which meant people were more than willing to grab a quick bite between a sword match and another.

In fact, tenente (lieutenant)

Abbacchio was eating a small and yellowish polenta with both feet crossed over an empty chair.

He was visibly resting while also never giving his back to the captain, which made him look a little bit crooked in his position and also not totally comfortable.

Well, has this man ever felt comfortable in his life?

Pannacotta was not sure.

Meanwhile, the two fencing lads, Giovanna and Mista, were putting on a real show and since they were both newbies, they attacked and never defended themselves.

This made Abbacchio frown in annoyance and reluctantly turn his sight to the meal.

Contrary to Bucciarati, Abbacchio was wearing only half of his musketeer uniform, his soubreveste and hat were abandoned on a near chair a long time ago. However, his authority kept speaking volumes even when half dressed.

“Nzerra chella port.”

“Close the door.”

He gritted between his teeth, his voice deep enough to be heard between the clashing of the striscia.

Ghirga obeyed and swiftly followed his teammate, his eyes glued to the two schermidori as they carefully passed their presence.

Pannacotta solemnly handed the paper to captain Bucciarati.

“Si tratta di una testimonianza, signore. Ghirga l’ha udita e io ho avuto il piacere di trascriverla nei minimi dettagli.”

(it is a witness statement, captain. Ghirga heard it, and I had the pleasure of transcribing it in great detail.)

Bucciarati inspected the document. Raised his eyes and then frowned.

Eyes back on the paper.

This time, He raised his eyebrows and frowned again.

“O’ casino.”

(A brothel.)

The fencing stopped.

Bucciarati's tone was inquisitive while raising his head one last time. Abbacchio intervened, putting his boots down abruptly.

“Cu cazz stat’ riciend?Pigliat ca bott. Il re n’ sta ceccando a zoccol’. ”

(Who you think you’re kidding? The king’s not looking for a whore.)

“Pe tte e femmene so tutte zoccol’ tranne mammà e soreta, ma nu vaie mai n’coppo o casino pe paura de truva.’”

(Women are all whores to you except your mother and sister, but you never enter a brothel in fear of meeting them.)

Interjected Mista, a slim but toned boy in his 20s.

Approaching the table with his striscia holstered, Mista addressed his superior with a wry smile, eliciting a stifled laugh from Ghirga.

He looked kind of ridiculous. Mista was wearing a pair of patched pants and no shirt. However he clearly thought it was a good idea hiding his thick sweaty curls under an uncomfortable as well as ancient aventail…without wearing a gambeson underneath.

His companion, Giorno Giovanna, noticed Abbacchio slowly clenching the spoon he was using for the polenta.

“chiavt a lengua ncùl. Se tu fossi la metà bravo a parare con la spada quanto lo sei a sparare cazzate, non ti saresti ritrovato in un vicolo buio con un buco in più nello stomaco.”

(Shut your fucking mouth, if you were half as good at parrying with a sword as you are at shooting shit, you wouldn't have found yourself in a dark alley with an extra hole in your stomach.)

Quickly, Bucciarati silenced the conversation by elegantly lifting his left hand from Manciolino's“Opera Nova”.

Mista looked at his concealed wound on his abdomen, while Giovanna put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“Ne sei assolutamente sicuro, Narancia?”

(Are you absolutely sure about this, Narancia?)

Bruno’s calming and reassuring tone ,resembling the one of a father’s, gave Narancia Ghirga the courage to speak with his heart.

“M’Adda murì mammà.”

(I swear on my own mother.)

Said Ghirga who never spent a single word from the beginning.

“Si addà murì mammà n’altra volta...”

(Well, she can’t die twice…)

Interrupted Abbacchio scattering the plate on the table. The polenta was so stiff it didn’t even flinch a bit, remaining in its position as one of the most drunk front line soldiers.

“Me l’ha detto Una.”

(Una told me.)

many "ooohs" raised softly, followed by heads nodding and looking at each other, which made Narancia Ghirga genuinely smile. By contrast, Pannacotta put a hand over his eyes; royal guards should never reveal the nature of their witnesses.

Trish Una was the love child of King Diavolo, and for years he had kept her at court as a mere courtesan. One day, the maiden in question made a deal with a wealthy merchant named Pericolo and left her father's palace as quickly as possible, just like y/n did.

In exchange for certain secrets coming from the royal court, the royal guards had agreed to keep Trish hidden from her stepfather.

“Quella fimmina ne sa UNA più del diavolo.”

(That maiden is more cunning than a devil.)

commented Mista with a smirk and a dreamy expression.

“E suo padre ci farà il…Diavolo a quattro!HAHAHAHAHAHHA!”

(And what's better than a devil you don't know? A devil, you do!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

He added, bursting into a huge laugh with tears in his eyes.

"Ci andremo io e il tenente Abbacchio. Voi altri pensate a rendere confortevole l'ala ovest"

(The lieutenant and I will take care of that. The rest of you will stay here. Take this as an opportunity to prepare the West Wing's rooms for our soon to be host.)

Everyone got silent after Bucciarati's order. Pannacotta was brave enough to respectfully interject:

"Con tutto il rispetto capitano, ma un bordello non è di certo un posto privo di canaglie. Non sarebbe meglio attivare tutta la squadra?"

( Not to be disrespectful…A brothel is not a safe space in the slightest. Wouldn't be better if we all went?)

"Fermate nu mument'. Se agiamo in gruppo, potrebbero prenderla come una minaccia. Quanta probabilità c'è che un'intera unità abbia deciso di entrare in un bordello tutti insieme e appassionatamente?"

(Wait. If we went there as a group, we could be perceived as a threat. All one big happy family?How likely is it that an entire unit has decided to enter a brothel like one big happy family?)

Added Giorno while receiving a Death stare from Abbacchio. He hated when the newbie was right.

"Non so gli altri ma io come regalo di compleanno un po' me lo aspetto…"

(I don't know about the rest of this "Family", but soon is going to be my birthday and I wouldn't mind if this were my present…)

Nudge nudge, wink wink.

"Il punto è che se gli diamo modo di capire che siamo venuti lì per lei, ci inchioderebbero subito e cercherebbero di nasconderla o farla fuggire".

(The point is that if we appear too menacing, they would immediately try to hide her or make her escape.)

"Giusto! Quei posti hanno un sacco di stanze strane piene di trucchi e trappole."

("Right! Those places have a lot of weird rooms full of secret holes and traps!)

"Si vede che non sei mai stato in un bordello."

(you-You've never been to a brothel, haven't you.)

Whispered Fugo while all the looks turned to Bruno.

"Um..giocare sulla casualità, potrebbe funzionare. Dovremo essere affabili…ottimo lavoro Giovanna. Ogni giorno dimostri di avere nuovi assi nella manica."

(Um…it would be easier to pretend this visit is casual and not planned. That could work. Great Job, Giovanna. You find new ways to amaze me everyday.)

Abbacchio's teeth were grinding but whst was on his face looked like anything but a smile.

"Jamme, jà"

To be continued...

-La Principessa della Squadra