#bruno buccellati imagines

[dreamsfulblues]

So it first started as a joke that I ship them but thinking about it more I think they could fit together well

So yeah have my silly crackship:

Brutoru (?)

Busy men that love each other very much

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Im over here thinking about how bruno would always lick reader's cheek just to see if they are lying or not (trust issue lol)

Bruno: "have you eaten today?"

Reader: "yes..."

Licks cheeks

Bruno: "seems like you aren't lying, good."

Reader would definitely either flinch or just bedrugingly accepts it every single time bruno ever does it lmaoo.

This is just too funny, like yeah sure there’s other obvious telltale signs that you could be lying when you ate last, Bruno really seems to like pushing you out of your comfort zone. But hey you get a nice peck on the cheek if you answer truthfully (and you did what he asked).

That totally makes up for him going nuts for you right?

[itjazzbicch]

Beautiful Liar

Pairing:  Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader 

Summary: Trying to deny her true feelings about Bucciarati, Bucciarati decides to call the reader on her bluff after she avoids everyone, especially him, after he becomes capo...

Warnings:  Swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! oral f receiving, unprotected sex)

First time writing for JoJo's and Bucciarati, as he is my favorite JoJo's character! I hope I did well and you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.1k 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

I couldn’t stand getting all dolled up just to be somewhere I didn’t feel like being.

Of course, Bucciarati became Capo, our crew was celebrating and at least I had a nice view. Italy was such a beautiful place, night sky filled of stars, city lights in the distance from this rooftop bar.

Sitting alone at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, I let my mind wonder, gazing at the view till I heard a soft voice:

“What are you doing sitting all alone?”

Bucciarati.

“What? Am I bothering you?” Finding him in the corner of my eye, he was never a fan of my attitude, leaning against the bar:

“Can’t even have some fun, can you?”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucciarati. It was because I liked him. I couldn’t open up and face my own feelings. Any word and tone towards him came out as envy. Thankfully, I did get some amusement from it.

“Can a ragazza just enjoy a glass of wine?” Taking a sip, it amazed me how he dealt with me, still being kind:

“Nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s fair that everyone else is having fun and you’re all alone with that scowl on your face.”

“I am just fine,” I smiled sarcastically at him, but he was persistent that I get out of that seat:

“Don’t be like that. How about a dance?”

“I’m not a dancer,” I lied, turning my head, but still listening as he assumed:

“Let me guess, you’re in one of your moods because I’m officially capo.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” I snickered softly, still not looking at him, even when he said:

“It wouldn’t surprise me. You’ve always envied me and why, may I ask?”

“Envy you?” This time I made sure I locked eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with his smile:

“You heard me.”

“I could care less that you are capo, now,” I wasn’t letting him win this little argument, going to leave it at that, but seizing when I felt his arm wrap around my hip, getting close enough to whisper:

“Then what is it, amore?”

I was never the type to be left speechless, getting lost in a void, feeling his warmth against me, even stronger in his hand that was on my hip, his scent filling me with a lust I’ve never experienced.

“I see now,” He always took the opportunity to laugh at me when it was presented, knowing exactly how I was feeling, “You are the type to run away from the truth.”

“And just what is that truth, hm?” I couldn’t keep sitting there looking dumb, making the mistake of looking into those blue eyes that sent me deeper into that void:

“Isn’t it obvious? Besides, Mista have told me more times than I can count.”

“That damn asshole,” I growled silently under my breath, trying to contain composure, speaking up this time, “And you believe that childish man?”

“There you, go running from the truth again,” Laughing at me again, he started to test me himself, voice growing to a deep whisper into my ear, “It doesn’t matter anyways. I already know the truth, amore.”

The way he called me amore made my thighs squeeze together, the heat in my cheeks from my wine growing, naturally leaning into him.

He was almost hypnotic and it put me into a slight panic. Should I take the opportunity in this moment? Or do what exactly what he said, run from the truth?

“What do you know, Bucciarati?” I scoffed, something inside of me wouldn’t let him break me that easily, but I was pushed right to the edge.

“You are such a beautiful liar,” The tension just kept rising with every word he spoke, chills down my spine and that’s when something in me changed.

I was a mafioso! Some little crush wasn’t going to turn me into someone timid. Glancing to the guys, they were all distracted and so?

With a smack of my lips, I gulped down the rest of my wine, taking his hand and leaving my seat, guiding him to the elevator.

“Y/N?” Curious, but still following me, I let him know exactly what I was doing.

“You offered a dance. So,” I had the most confident smirk on my face that made his eyes light up while twirling into him inside of the elevator, making sure the door shut before I kissed, “Let’s dance.”

It became so clear how much tension the both of us had built up inside, shattering with the clash of our lips, every touch and move exceeding anything I ever fantasized about, pushing my chest against his, hand full of his suit jacket when his hand slid up my thigh, pulling our hips together to feel his hardening bulge.

Every time the elevator beeped, I grew more impatient, nearly dragging him out of the elevator when we finally got to the floor of my room.

I didn’t want to stop for a single second, tongues dancing all the way to the edge of my bed, ready to strip till he palmed my lower back, stroking my cheek:

“Slow down, amore. You’re so impatient.”

“Can you blame me?” I finally breathed in, breaking out in goosebumps at his fingertips sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder:

“I understand, but there’s no need to move so quickly. Your capo just wants the time to adore you beauty.”

“Sí, capo,” I hummed softly at the kiss he left along my neck, unzipping my dress, eyes falling down to the floor with it, taking his good time to see me in just my heels and panties.

For a change, I followed his lead, moonlight peaking through the windows illuminating those gorgeous blue eyes when he took me by the chin, a kiss guiding me back onto the bed.

My heart was beating like normal, but so hard against my chest with his hand sliding down my neck and all over my breasts, nearly moaning already at his fingers rolling my nipple, licking along my ear:

“With all of this beauty, I’m taking my time.”

His words surely tamed my impatience. Just that alone prepared me to be in bed with him for some time.

Closing my eyes softly and submerging into a new world, letting out the soft moans that were building up as his kisses lead down my neck, finding my breasts and making sure to give each their fair share of attention, from soft bites to hard sucks on my nipples that made me squirm a little.

Every nerve was tingling more and more the further down he went, lace panties between his teeth and yanking them away, eyes locked on his physique as his suit jacket was thrown off, spreading my legs wide and upward, watching his tongue slide across his upper lip:

“I want to savor every single taste. Maybe this will take all that bad, sassy mood away.”

“B-Bruno,” One single, broad lick along my clit had me whining, swirling around it having my legs shake, throwing my head back into the pillows when he started sucking.

He formed a tighter grip on my thighs as I began to shake more, taking handfuls of the sheets at a swift lick downward, tongue pushing in and flicking at my walls, then taking me with a mouthful, the pressure at my clit making my legs fight his grip, starting to close his head in.

“R-Right there!” I let my body do as it wanted, beginning to grind against his face, arching at the groan that came from deep in his chest, whining as his strength pushed my legs back down to the mattress, keeping them pinned as he simply devoured me.

Needing no words, only staring throwing his bangs, knowing the blissful state I was in, making sure that I didn’t have even a second to catch a breath, instantly having me come undone, a smile visible even while buried between my legs, mouth wide open against me and licking up the slick from my orgasm.

“See all the good things you can get when your patient, hm?”

Of course, he had to take the time to poke at me, leaving a few kisses along my thighs, but my eyes were focused on what I couldn’t see, only seeing his hands go below his waist.

“Gonna make me wait more?” Not that I was even worried, taking deep breaths and silencing as he kneeled onto the bed, me being the one to admire his body.

Those sexy tattoos, abs so tone and defined, not to mention the impressiveness of his cock, all of the air I took in taken away from it.

“Why do you ask? Is there something else you want?”

I really wasn’t in the mood for the teasing now, especially with him between my legs, slapping his cock against my skin softly.

“You know exactly what I want,” My eyes shot off an intense glare, but I wasn’t getting what I wanted so easily.

“Oh, that?” He smirked, running his tip through my folds, slapping my clit and having my lip trapped between my teeth, “Is that what you want, amore?”

“Don’t be like that, Bruno,” I pouted, closing my eyes and taking in the pleasure that it did give off, hiding the moans from his tip circling my entrance, rubbing my folds softly.

“I Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” I could feel his smile again as he placed kisses at my neck and cheek, finally giving him what he wanted, voice so sweet as I told him:

“I want you, Bruno. I want you inside of me already. Please.”

“Good girl,” Nibbling on my ear and easing his cock into me at the same time made me gasp so hard, his girth a lot to take, walls spasming around him already.

“Merda!” Biting my lip again, I looked to see that I haven’t even taken half of him, soft thrusts helping me adjust.

“Shh, I have you,” I loved that he knew how to tend to me so well, guiding my arms around his neck, a hand running through his hair, whispering to him:

“I just never had someone like you.”

“And you’ll never have someone like me again,” His confidence wasn’t just for show, hooking my legs over the button of his inner elbows, pushing forward and with a quick thrust, feeding me all of his cock.

I never moaned in such a filthy way, panting at the quick thrusts he gave, hearing our wet skin every other thrust as he bottomed me out.

Those moans only grew more filthy and loud, pushing forward so our foreheads could meet, nose nuzzling so I could hear his coo:

“Only your capo.”

“Only you, Bruno!” All the mental blocks I had built were broken down to crumbles, finally letting go of every thought I’ve ever had about him, “I only want you, capo!”

“I always knew,” He chuckled softly, lifting his head some and somehow, I knew to find his eyes, teary from the searing burn of pleasure, but held our gaze, “Gonna let me feel you cuming all over me, amore?”

“Y-Yess!” I cried out, head suddenly snapping back, walls pulling him even deeper any time he pulled back a little, a ram of his hips smacking right into my sweet spot, keeping pressure against my clit and cervix, “I’m cuming!”

His forehead fell to mine with a groan rumbling in his chest, thrusts not stopping, but a bit languid as we both felt the death grip I had on his cock, entire body squirming, nails scratching at his back as my hips jerked upward, feeling the squelch of slick making a mess all over our thighs.

“Brava, ragazza,” He mumbled with a soft smile, kissing along with rolls of his hips, “So tight and wet, all for me.”

“You’re just so damn good,” I huffed, hugging his head and moaning at the throbs of his cock, damning him, “Cazzo, Bruno.”

He could only chuckle at that, releasing my legs and pulling me into a warm embrace, “See what you could’ve had sooner if you weren’t such a liar?”

“The beautiful liar that you mentioned earlier?” I shot back, meeting his gaze to see a pure smile this time, shining my own confidence, “There will be no lying about how I feel. You’re mine, capo.”

His smile showed that he proud that I finally owned up to my feelings, being my confident self again, even if I still had some sass, kissing softly, “Now that’s my, ragazza.”  

[deusluxuria]

random imagine: bruno asks giorno what his current favorite song is, and he says "money shot" by puscifer and bruno doesn't respond but is relieved when giorno says "it's not about anything sexual, it's about the planet being destroyed by billionaires" since he gets an asthma attack every time he sees smoke in the sky or sees a dead bee, etc

[rougepancake]

Hi! Could I request Bruno Bucciarati x reader where Bruno is injured and have to stay in the bed and reader (also stand user and member of bucci gang) is taking care of him?

ADORABLEEEE

Confessions

FT. Bruno Bucciarati

WARNINGS: injury, mentions of violence, fluffy stuff. Not proofread

“Bucciarati? Are you in here?” Your voice echoed in the empty room. Abbacchio had told you that they were in need of your help, but you hadn’t quite expected it to involve your Stand.

You see, you run an orphanage in Napoli. It’s all you can really do without getting involved in whatever Bruno and the others do. They’ve refused to tell you, saying that it’ll keep you safe, but you’ve got your ideas.

“Hello?” He was supposed to be in the orphanage, yet you couldn’t find him anywhere. According to Abbacchio, he wouldn’t even be able to move that far- so where had he gone? Thankfully the children were outside, which meant that they wouldn’t know about your injured friend.

The less they knew the better.

“Ah. Y/n. It’s good to see you.” His voice came from behind you, causing you to jump.

“What in the world?! Aren’t you supposed to be in the recovery room??” You shouted, and he smiled. Clearly he was injured, his face pale and his movements unsteady. It made you worry to see such a strong man in such a state.

“Sorry. I wanted to see what you’ve done with the place…” His smile was bashful, his hand extending to you as he put his weight onto you. “I should have rested, like I was told…”

“Never mind that.” You sighed and grabbed his hand, leading him back to the recovery room so you could heal him. “How bad is your injury?” You felt Bruno tense at your question, which meant that it was worse than the usual scratches he came in with.

With a sigh, you led him to the cot and grabbed some bandages. “You’re gonna be here a while, you know that, right?” All he could do was nod.

“I don’t mind. I trust you.”

It was a good thing your back was turned to him, because your face flushed an embarrassingly deep shade of red.

“Well that’s good to know, since you and I are about to get to know each other very well.” You hid your embarrassment with a smirk, gesturing for him to take off his shirt. “Can’t heal you if I don’t know what I’m working with, right?”

“I suppose so.” He slid off his suit jacket, setting it aside with a shy smile. God he was adorable.

But his wound was not.

“What exactly did you get yourself into?!” You scolded, summoning your Stand, Sgt. Pepper, so that you could work on closing his wound. It was a large gash in his side, slightly hidden by shitty gauze and bandages that must’ve been used when he first got hurt. The sight made you sick, but you couldn’t just leave him like this.

“Abbacchio and I got into a fight with another Stand User…” He didn’t seem too keen on sharing the details, which probably meant he was dealing with dangerous people. You knew what he and the others did, and you knew they considered you to be a part of their little gang, but them keeping you in the dark like this really got to you.

So, you sat in silence, your hands on his wound as you used your energy to heal him to the best of your abilities. It would leave a scar, and he’d need to take it easy for a couple of days, but at least he was safe.

“Why are you so quiet?” The sound of Bruno’s voice tore you from your thoughts, and you blushed as you finished up.

“I-I was just thinking about how bad your s-scar will be-“ You cleared your throat and looked everywhere but his eyes, clearly trying to avoid the elephant in the room.

He smiled and looked away, laying down on the cot with a sigh. There was something about his smile that really got to you. He was almost angelic, a being too beautiful to roam the streets of Napoli.

“You know… the children at the orphanage really like it when you visit.” You put away the bandages and grabbed him a glass of water.

“I’m sure they aren’t the only ones.” Bruno took the glass from you and sat up slightly, ignoring the pain in his side as he looked at you. He knew you were embarrassed, and to be fair, so was he. He was incredibly nervous to be alone in such close quarters with you, and internally cursed himself for getting injured at such a time.

It had gotten to the point that he couldn’t think of you without getting severe butterflies in his stomach. Abbacchio didn’t help him either, and was always picking on him for catching feelings for the gang’s healer.

“You’re right.” A sudden burst of confidence flowed through you, urging you to take a step closer to him. “I too quite like it when you visit.” You reached out and placed your hand on his cheek, your face inches away from his own.

Both of your faces were red, your hearts beating rapidly as you searched one another’s eyes. It was as if the two of you had come to a mutual understanding of how the other felt, and it was like a heavy weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

“You know, I’m going to be here for the next couple of days…” He leaned in gradually, placing his hand atop yours. “Why don’t we make the most of it?”

He leaned in and placed his lips on yours, bringing you in for a kiss that felt like God himself had blessed you with.

“Why don’t you get some rest, Bruno.” You smiled and kissed him back, laying him back down onto the cot as you moved. “I’ll be here if you need anything.” You whispered softly, your heart pounding in your chest. It was a miracle he couldn’t hear it.

“Can you stay with me a little longer?”

“Of course I can.”

It’s not like you wanted to leave anyways.

[esmedelacroix]

❅☃❅Hiii I would like to request something for the christmas-fluffdown

I have been thinking about x reader story with a ice skating scenario with any jjba character from part 5

That's all thanks for taking the time to read this ❅☃❅

hey non non! im actually rewatching part 5 right now so this is perfect! hope you like ;)

17 days til' Christmas

ice skating date with boyfriend!bruno bucciarati ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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You met your boyfriend Bruno Bucciarati when you were on a vacation trip with your best friends. Going to Italy with your girlfriends, you expected a fleeting summer romance. That's not what happened with Bruno.

He swept you off your feet and his advances blew you away. You had met him at a little hidden restaurant. "I think we are ready to pay for our food now," you said to the waiter.

You were at the restaurant with one of your friends. The other three of your friends had gone shopping that evening and you and your friend Stella were far too tired.

"Oh, your bill is already paid for," the waiter replied.

Your face contorted to confusion as you eyed Stella. She shook her head and shrugged.

"Well there has to be a mistake, we haven't paid yet," you explained taking out your wallet.

"No no no, signora[miss], that man over there paid for you and your friend's meal,'' the waiter reassured, pointing over at a table where a man in a white suit with a dalmation-esque print. His outfit was fashionable and almost chic, exposing his tattooed chest.

You were never fond of long hair let alone a bob on men until you had seen Bruno for the first time. He looked calm and collected as he sipped a glass of expensive-looking wine.

His aura was almost alluring like he was pulling you towards him. You got up and walked up to his table. "Um excuse me, sir, I wanted to thank you for paying for my friend and I's meal," you started.

"Thank you for coming to my restaurant. I have never seen such a beautiful woman set foot in here," he said. Your eyes widened in shock. He's the owner of the restaurant?! You thought to yourself.

Could he really be talking about me? You questioned.

"Are you talking about me or my friend?" you asked nervously.

He gave you a strange look. A look that almost screamed how I could be talking about anyone but you right now? When you glow naturally and your eyes are as profound as they are? Like they could say a million words, how could it be anyone else?

"Well of course I'm talking about you Bella[beautiful], please have a seat," he offered motioning towards the chair next to him.

"As much as I would love to, I would hate to leave my friend Stella all alone," you started turning around to see an Italian man sitting in your seat flirting up a storm with Stella.

"Never mind then," you said sheepishly as you sat.

That night one of the greatest loves you had ever experienced bloomed. You danced on the street with Bruno late at night when all the buskers were playing their late-night slow jams.

The rest was history. After your trip, you parted ways with Buccirati and you were doing long distance and thought you would never see him again until you found out that your job was offering an abroad working opportunity in Italy where you would get to live there for a whole year.

Once that year ended you and Bruno went back to long distance until he surprised you at JFK airport. "Bruno! What are you doing here?" you asked as you hugged him tight.

"Well I thought I'd visit my girlfriend of two years for Christmas in her home city," Bruno answered as he kissed you on the forehead.

"Awww, I love you, darling," you said, hugging him even tighter, breathing in his comforting and familiar scent.

Bruno had texted you saying that the gift that he got you for Christmas was arriving at JFK that day. You never would've guessed that the gift was him.

. . .

That week was perfect. Bruno met your family for the first time and of course, charmed them all. You never stopped talking about Bruno to your family the year you came back from Italy. They too thought it would be a short fling and that long distance never worked, but here he was standing before your family greeting them and joining them in the Christmas Eve festivities.

You were just about to show Bruno his stalking that you altered last minute when you saw your father pull him aside to talk in his study. Oh no, why does he have to be like this? You asked yourself, shaking your head.

Your father had this habit of talking to anyone you were dating one-on-one just to get to know them better. He meant well but he often scared them away.

That wasn't the case with Bruno. They both walked out of his office laughing together and making jokes. After speaking with Bruno his whole mood lifted. As much as your family loved to have you and Bruno, they got you two out of the house to go spend some alone time together. The two of you kept walking until you arrived at the ice skating rink at Rockefeller.

The Rockefeller tree this year was a beautiful sight. "I love this place," you said as Bruno took your hand as the two of you began to glide together on the ice.

"Bruno..." you started trying to find the right words.

He turned to look at you, squeezing your hand so you would feel more comfortable speaking.

"Why did you come here? I don't want to sound rude but this is pretty random," you continued.

He couldn't help but chuckle at your question. "Alright, you caught me. I am here for a specific reason but I can't tell you yet. Is that okay? Can you wait a bit for me?" he asked as he stuffed your hand in his pocket. It was starting to get windy and colder and he could see you were shivering.

"Okay, but if it's something bad I want to know now," you said sternly.

"It's quite the opposite," Bruno said, smiling to himself.

The two of you spent what felt like an eternity. The two of you finally were able to push through the crowds and you were right in front of the Rockefeller Christmas tree. You went out of your way to take a selfie with Bruno to send to your mother. As you were typing away at your phone texting your mom about this date that Bruno had taken you on you started to hear people around you gasp and ooh and aw.

You looked up from your phone and looked around to see what was going on but when you turned around and looked down you saw Bruno on one knee with a little box with the most beautiful ring in it.

Everything started to make sense when your family came out of nowhere and took pictures and clapped when all you could do was cry and nod your head.

Your parents came to hug you after he put the ring on your finger and endless pictures were taken. You got proposed to in your favorite place in New York, during your favorite time of the year, to the love of your life.

You had a feeling that he and your dad were keeping something from you but you never would have guessed it was a proposal.

Happiness was overflowing as your family congratulated the two of you and after a while, all you wanted was to be alone with him. So you did the first thing that came to mind and you took his hand quickly skating away from the others.

Laughter followed as you finally found a place to hide with Bruno. "Bruno, I don't even know what to say, I just, you've made me the happiest woman in all of New York. I don't even have the words," you muttered sheepishly.

"Then just kiss me," he suggested with a warm smile.

You immediately pressed your lips against his and for the first time in this cold weather, you felt a kind. of warmth that could completely fend off all of the cold air.

As the snowflakes began to adorn your nose, hair, and eyelashes all you felt was love and happiness along with great hope for your future with Bruno.

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[thejojosanctuary]

I just started med school and I can say it is something different surely. Can I get Bruno whose s/o's days suddenly have started filling up with only medical studies? She adores it but also gets easily frustrated cause time, schedules, and self care- thank u

IDK WHEN THIS WAS ASKED BUT I HOPE THAT YOUR STUDIES ARE GOING AMAZING HUN WISHING YOU ALL THE BEST IN WHATEVER YOU DECIDE TO DO!! ♡♡♡

Had an absolute blast working on this one hope you enjoy it~ ♡

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♡ Bruno is so, so proud of you and all of the effort that you’re currently putting into your studies. It’s a tough field to pursue, and though your commitment to your studies leaves you with less and less free time than you once had, it’s clear you’ve got a passion for the work, and he won’t shy away from letting you know just how admirable he finds it that you’ve chosen a field to study in. The day you got accepted to study at your chosen University he’d taken you into his arms and held you close, with praising words nothing short of adoring as he’s pressed a kiss to your forehead and smoothed a hand through your hair mussed from the mad dash you’d made to tell him the news.

♡ It goes without saying but he is incredibly supportive, and Bruno’s love language is acts of service so he is sure to do plenty for you in the name of supporting your goals and letting you know you’ve got someone in your corner the whole time. He does enjoy cooking, though he doesn’t have the chance to do it as often as he’d like; so when he’s able Bruno will cook for you and help you meal prep foods that you can transport to and from school/work. If your medical field requires a particular placement these meals are an absolute lifesaver when things are so hectic you don’t have time to buy anything for your break. If time allows he’ll sometimes even be able to drop them off for you personally, though fair warning it’ll be hard to ignore the colleagues fawning over how sweet a couple the pair of you make the whole time (because trust me Bruno knows how to play the crowd your coworkers will be congratulating you for weeks for snagging such a caring partner.)

♡ On the times where neither of you have the time to cook he’ll order something to pick up straight from Libeccio’s and bring it home for you both to enjoy. Even if it’s something quick, he wants to make sure that you’re taking the time to get something to eat to give you energy between work and your studies to make them more manageable. There’s nothing worse than trying to get everything done on an empty stomach. Not to mention that he uses this as a way to spend some quality time together with you - he finds a lot of comfort in these little domestic moments together, and it gives you time to both catch up on what's been going on in your respective lives. Brun’s an attentive listener while you talk about your studies, life and everything in between; while he enjoys hearing you chat about what’s going on, he loves being able to spend this quality time with you far more. Whatever you want to talk about he’ll gladly lend an ear if it means getting to spend more time with you. Your time has become a precious commodity now thanks to your studies, and he wants to monopolize on it as much as you’ll allow, giving your hand a gentle squeeze across the table and leaning closer to study the look on your face as you speak.

♡ Will absolutely leave little notes for you - words of encouragement and reminders for all of the little events that you have to look forward to once you’re next free - he hopes that they’re enough to get you through the rougher parts of your day and give you a goal to aim towards once your work is finished. While he would much rather gives you these notes of motivation verbally than over notes, the strict schedule your both currently under doesn’t always leave time for that. Unfortunately, being a Capo comes with many new responsibilities on top of everything he was taking care of before, so he’s away from you more often than he’d like. To make up for it Bruno compensates by communicating through these notes he leaves for you in places you’ll always find them - stuck to your door, or the bathroom mirror, or tacked to the kitchen fridge.

♡ If you’re the type of person who has to study locked away in a particular room he won’t disturb you, though you may occasionally turn away from your desk or computer to find a loving note placed alongside a drink or snack close by that was there before. A little pick-me-up between studies thanks to a bit of sneaky help from Sticky fingers 

♡ Bruno admittedly does get worried that you’re sometimes not taking the time to take care of yourself properly, or giving yourself enough breaks - your work ethic is truly, truly inspiring, but between classes, studies, assignments and everything else it is important to find the time to take a break and enjoy the little things. (ironic coming from the man currently holding the #no1 overworked Capo award this side of the globe, but your rebuttals always seem to fall on deaf ears). God forbid you live with or have any other members of the gang around at the time because he will call in to check on you and if you haven’t been taking care of yourself one of them is absolutely telling Bruno. Trust me the gang love you as their own, and if you’re dating Bruno you’ve already been somewhat absorbed into the little found family they’ve got forming; but if they find you aren’t taking proper care of your mental or physical health while you work? Especially in such a demanding field of study? Yeah you aren’t standing a chance, so staying on top of your wellbeing is important.

♡ Bruno will gladly work around both of your schedules to set aside time for you to relax both on your own and as a couple. Prefers to try and get you out of the house at least once in a while, even if it's only for a small chunk of time. Be it park dates or a stroll through the local shops or taking you out to see friends or family that you’ve been missing since you’ve been cooped up working - just say the place and he’ll do whatever he can to get you there just to see you smile. These days out together aren’t just so he can spend quality time with you however (though they’re a huge part to why he insists on them) - getting away from your usual work setting periodically helps to prevent burnout and allows you to better tackle your problems with a fresh mind and a clearer head than before - the new perspective definitely helps a little and can give you motivation to draw back on when you’re grueling through some of the harder study days.

♡ The little victories are cause for big celebrations. Even if you don’t think there’s anything big worth celebrating, every step forward you take in your studies is a little victory. You’ll find yourself awash with gifts that clearly have your tastes taken to heart - your favorite desserts, accessories you’ve eyed up while out together. Those aren’t the only gifts however, as he will gladly praise you for all of your hard work, peppering your cheeks and lips with kisses as he assures you that, with all the effort that you’ve been putting in, there is no doubt that you’ll succeed, and how proud he’ll be to see your work pay off in the end.

♡ Is especially attentive when exam season rolls around as, understandably, it’s the most intense and stressful times of the year. It would be a lie to say he doesn’t miss you terribly when this time rolls around as even with your schedules leave free time thin to begin with, the time you get to spend together for longer than a couple of hours are few and far between when the exams start making themselves known.

♡ Will help you with your exam prep if there’s anything that you need memorized or have to remember. Bruno is the kind of partner who will read through some of the focus points in your school books and remember them by heart so he can help quiz you through some of the sections you struggle with. Sure, you can always study on your own, and he will leave you to it if you insist on needing the time alone to focus, but just knowing that you’ve got a little support system set up in your partner who’s been in your corner this whole time is a much needed comfort that will truly help in getting you through these exam seasons in one piece.

[strawmariee]

Oii! Tudo bem?

Venho um pedidinho muito intimista e especial pra mim haha Essa semana foi meu aniversário, mas acabou que pouquíssimas pessoas lembram e eu não consegui comemorar, isso me deixou muito frustrada. Então, como amo sua escrita, queria pedir um Bruno x leitora, onde ele faz uma surpresa no aniversário dela, algo bem romântico e fluffy, se possível ♡

Muito obrigada e abraços!💕

Obs: Oláaa, como você está?? Primeiramente, meus parabéns e que você seja muito abençoada!🩷 E me desculpe pela demora, na época que você me enviou este request eu estava com bastante falta de inspiração, no entanto, acabei melhorando neste mês de Janeiro. Bom, chega de enrolação e vamos logo para a fic! Boa leitura! Curtidas, comentários e reblogs são sempre bem-vindos🩷

Happy Birthday to U

Bruno Bucciaratti x Leitora

A brisa da cidade de Nápoles acaricia levemente o meu rosto enquanto caminho de forma lenta para a minha casa após mais um dia cansativo no trabalho, no qual já estou ao ponto de me despedir por conta dos abusos tanto do meu chefe quanto dos meus colegas de trabalho.

No entanto, não é como se eu tivesse outras opções disponíveis… E o salário que recebo era o suficiente para pagar minhas contas, aluguel e comprar o necessário para sobreviver.

Assim que destranco a porta da minha casa e acendo a luz, sou pega de surpresa ao reconhecer a familiar cabeleira negra com aquelas duas presilhas de ouro em cada lado de sua franja.

— Bruno? O que faz aqui tão tarde? Eu pensei que você estaria ocupado demais com as coisas da Passione e- — ele colocou o indicador sobre os próprios lábios, pedindo silêncio antes de se levantar do sofá e caminhar até a mim com um sorriso suave.

— Como eu poderia dar mais atenção ao meu trabalho justo no dia em que meu tesoro veio ao mundo? — Sua fala arrancou uma feição surpresa de meu rosto, esta que causou uma risada sua. — Devo acreditar pelo seu rosto que você mesma esqueceu disso.

Bruno não está errado (como sempre), eu de algum jeito havia apagado da minha memória que meu aniversário é justamente hoje! E sequer alguém me mandou uma parabenização, o que é mais um dos motivos de eu não ter me tocado disto durante o dia todo.

— É… Eu meio que acabei me esquecendo mesmo… — digo em um tom de voz embaraçado e acabo coçando minha nuca com um pequeno sorriso.

— Vem comigo, querida.

Ele estendeu sua mão na minha direção e eu a segurei, vendo-o apertá-la com delicadeza antes de começar a me guiar até o terraço da minha casa que, assim que ele abriu a porta, arregalei meus olhos ao encontrar a pequena mesa ali coberta com uma toalha de mesa branca, e em cima dela estava um castiçal como também um bolo de aniversário e, ao redor, um cordão de luz para criar um clima mais romântico.

— Dios mio, Bruno… Não precisava ter se dado ao trabalho de preparar tudo isso. — digo com emoção em minha voz enquanto cubro minha boca com minhas duas mãos, deixando claro minha surpresa.

— Isto aqui é pouco comparado ao quão feliz você me faz, amore mio. — diz ele com um tom de voz carinhoso ao mesmo tempo que coloca sua mão na parte inferior das minhas costas. — Venha querida, vamos aproveitar esta noite.

Eu assinto e logo deixo-me ser guiada por ele até a mesa, na qual ele puxou uma das cadeiras e me convidou a se sentar ali. Eu agradeci após me sentar e ele retira o casaco que eu estava usando, dando um beijo no topo da minha cabeça.

— Pensei que homens como você não existissem mais, sabia? Me sinto feliz ao ver que eu estava errada.

— Tesoro, isto que estou fazendo é o mínimo, você com certeza deveria ter um tratamento de uma deusa. — ele diz antes de se sentar na cadeira a minha frente, logo empurrando o bolo na minha direção. — Aqui querida, encomendei um bolo do seu sabor favorito. — Seu sorriso se alarga quando viu o quão gratificada eu estou e logo segura a minha mão por cima da mesa, acariciando-a. — O que acha de fazer um pedido, hum?

Eu rapidamente concordei, sorrindo e assentindo como uma pequena criança e logo fechei bem os meus olhos para manter a concentração ao escolher o pedido.

Havia tantas coisas que eu poderia pedir…

Dinheiro, saúde, felicidade, paz…

No entanto, eu reabri meus olhos e meu olhar se encontrou com os de Bruno.

Aqueles olhos azuis que me faziam experienciar sensações incriveis e tão únicas que era algo inexplicavel por simples palavras…

Então sorri antes de assoprar as velas, logo apenas saía uma pequena faixa de fumaça delas. Logo o italiano sorriu mais e voltou a acariciar a costa da minha mão.

— Fico curioso em saber com o que você pediu, amore mio…

— Bem, mas eu não posso contar! Senão ele não se realizará.

Eu ri baixinho quando ele forçou uma careta emburrada apenas para arrancar uma risada de nós dois antes de aproveitarmos nossa noite.

Mal sabia que ele que meu pedido era apenas permanecer ao seu lado pois, todas aquelas 4 coisinhas que citei antes, eu já as teria…

E tudo graças a ele…

[stolenpensfromspencers]

I love the level of attention that was given to such a silly and even menial question, this was such a nice suprise to see in notifications and read 😭💕

Hi! How is it going, I hope you are doing well ❤️This is not a deep question but what kind of drink/s do you think Bruno would most enjoy and ones he would avoid (alcoholic or not)? He looks like someone that would enjoy limoncello a lot for example but I can't see him being a beer guy.

Hi!!! Good to hear from you!! Thank you for checking in; all things considered, I’m doing well right now!

Ooh, this is a fun question… Funnily enough, I’ve given quite a bit of thought to this in the past. Buckle up, because I’ve got a bunch of beverage headcanons for you!

Without further ado, here’s my take… (under the break)

I imagine Bruno isn’t a huge drinker when it comes to alcohol. (As you said, he’s definitely not a beer guy.) Most of the time, he prefers to keep a sharp, clear mind, ready for whatever may come his way. That said, it doesn’t stop him from appreciating a good glass of wine. Wine is such a key part of Italian culture that it’s hard to picture Bruno not enjoying it. (In fact, I headcanon that Bruno is actually pretty passionate about the subject of wine—we’ll get to that in a bit.) He drinks it for the taste rather than the effect it gives.

(Figure 1: Bruno having wine.)

Because he doesn’t usually like being inebriated, he limits himself to small amounts—typically just a glass with a meal. On days off, however, he may enjoy a bit more wine than he usually does. Even though Bruno enjoys red wine, I feel like he leans more toward white wine, with a special fondness for sparkling varieties. He’s not a huge fan of a ton of fizz, though, so he goes for older sparkling wines where the bubbles have softened a bit.

I like to think Bruno has a good understanding of wine, largely thanks to Polpo’s influence. Whether he wanted to or not, Bruno surely picked up knowledge from Polpo, who, being the foodie he is, likely gave plenty of unsolicited lectures about wine. Bruno absorbed more than enough to discuss things like aging processes or which years produced the best vintages.

I also imagine Bruno’s interest in wine began because of Polpo’s constant ramblings. It’s not that Bruno had negative feelings toward wine prior to meeting him; he probably just didn’t think much of it, especially as a twelve-year-old when he first met Polpo. I can totally picture Polpo launching into a long-winded explanation about wine or food before delivering some important assignment, with Bruno thinking, “If it were really important, you wouldn’t spend this much time talking about wine.”

But that forced exposure grew into genuine interest, and now Bruno has become passionate about it. Picture him excitedly sharing wine facts with a partner or someone he cares about, then catching himself mid-sentence and apologizing for rambling. (He’ll think back to his conversations with Polpo and wonder if he’s overstepping his boundaries.) But, of course, his partner reassures him that it’s okay. I like to think Bruno tends to ramble about things he’s passionate about since he didn’t have much chance to express his interests growing up. So, when he gets the chance, he dives in a bit too deep, almost by accident.

He probably has a decent collection of wines, with a few rare or expensive bottles. However, Bruno isn’t the type to splurge, so most of the high-end bottles were likely gifts. He saves them for special occasions.

Now that you bring it up, I can also see Bruno being a limoncello drinker, I’ve never had it before, but it looks pretty good, and based on its description, I too think Bruno would like it.

As for coffee, I imagine Bruno enjoys espresso—or “caffé,” as Italians call it. It’s not an everyday thing, but when he does indulge, it’s usually a plain shot of espresso. (Occasionally, he treats himself to a caffé latte or cappuccino.) He avoids drinking too much, as he doesn’t like the jittery feeling caffeine can bring. If he’s close with someone, he’d probably prefer sipping from their coffee rather than ordering his own.

Bruno doesn’t strike me as someone who’d enjoy soda (or pop, depending on where you’re from). As mentioned, he’s not fond of fizzy drinks, and soda is not only fizzy but also loaded with calories, which wouldn’t appeal to him.

When asking @cornerfortherats this question to see her take on this ask, she wrote that she could also see him enjoying “Iced tea and those sugar-free mix drinks. (Think like kool-aid. Particularly the blue raspberry one.) In my mind, he buys the really weird flavored ones to try for fun because they’re relatively cheap and on occasion his reaction is just this:”

(I really like this headcanon too.)

Of course, Bruno drinks plain water too. He knows how important it is to stay hydrated and tries to keep up with it. But, with how busy he is, it’s not unusual for him to forget sometimes.

Thank you for the ask! This question was super fun to answer! <3

[ambyandony]

Bruno Buccellati - Monster AU Profile

(hopefully screen-reader-friendly edition with detailed image descriptions)

Bruno Buccellati, something much greater than a human, with more power than you could imagine.

Preface about species type:

In this AU, Bruno is an angel—a Catholic-aligned, Biblical angel to be specific—of the highest order, having inspirations and traits from depictions of both Seraphim and Thrones. The intricacies of Religion in the Monster AU are hard to get into, but as a general idea, understand that most major theistic religions (Judaism, Islam, Christianity, Hinduism, Shinto, as well as many native religions and other theology e.g. Greek, Norse, Finnish) all 'coexist' to an extent, in terms of actual mythological legitimacy. I'm not going to get into all of it, just know that Buccellati being a Catholic-aligned angel doesn't mean there aren't also, say, Jewish-aligned angels. It's complicated. Being a thematic combination of a Seraph and Throne, Bruno's true form is largely incomprehensible to the average human, and he has incredible, yet limited, divine power. He's "from" "Heaven", but unlike what one might expect, he's not much limited by a 'divine law'; he has no strict morals that he must adhere to, and perhaps he doesn't necessarily have a directive on Earth. The circumstances for his existence as he is here are a little complicated, but, simply put; in a sense, he's just here to keep an eye... or several... on things.

Details related to Angelicism:

Forgive me but— he's basically the Aziraphale to Abbacchio's Crowley.

Trying to 'save' or 'redeem' him. He knows there's still good left in him. The, uh, getting him to join the mafia thing is... questionable, but we're not gonna get into all that.

Both Buccellati and Abbacchio recognised what each other was the moment they set eyes on each other. Their energies and auras were clear and visible to each other. Abbacchio naturally turned to retreat initially, but Buccellati recognised the good he saw remaining in Abbacchio and instead of letting him leave, offered redemption. And maybe some part of Abbacchio knew there was good left in him, because he accepted.

He uses his human form most of the time as it doesn't make much sense for him to use his true form when most can't properly comprehend it and it would really just freak people out.

He also has a '''true voice''' to go with the true form. It can't really be effectively described as it's, like his true form, fairly hard to comprehend, but if words had to be put to give a general idea; imagine a voice that is actually a collection of several different simultaneous voices, heavily distorted, completely understandable communicatively despite being so hard to process.

When enraged or when he generally just loses his cool, sometimes the true form will slip through, which often occurs with both visual and vocal distortion, but may also only appear as vocal distortion.

The true voice and form are both pretty terrifying no matter who's experiencing it, especially as he's a high-order angel, thus incredibly powerful.

Sometimes uses a bit of the True Voice intentionally to intimidate people. Most people around who have caught snippets of it generally end up writing it off as "that's just Bruno being Bruno", which, to be fair, it is,

He has an... Aura. I'm not talking about the Stand Aura; he at times appears to have a sort of golden glow around him, particularly around or behind his head. You can actually see it, at least, and the longer you look, the clearer it gets, it's just hard to pinpoint what exactly you're looking at.

If you catch sight of him just out of the corner of your eye, his true form will be perceived instead. But because it's hard to comprehend, it essentially means he can't really be seen at the edge of someone's peripheral (unless the person in question happens to have some kind of special eyesight) and it ends up looking a bit like catching a movement or shadow out of the corner of your eye.

He's an angel, yes, a divine being, not a human. However... he still had his parents. How does that work? Well, sometimes circumstances like this can occur. Sometimes, a baby may fall deathly ill. The parents, helpless to improve the situation by their own abilities, turn to praying for a miracle. The baby isn't given much time left to live, then suddenly, miraculously, recovers, as if they had never been ill in the first place. The child's soul may have been substituted with an angel as the original soul had to move on. The child will be raised as a human, and will watch over their human parents once they have the cognisance to recognise their own true nature; somewhat reminiscent of a less-sinister changeling. This may be the case with Bruno.

Perhaps one of the many reasons he is so opposed to drugs in the way that he is; he was sent to trade places with a human and to protect the human that would raise him, but his human father's death was ultimately caused by drug dealers, and Bruno was thereby unable to protect him in that situation, interfering with his purpose for being on Earth.

Again, yes, he's an angel. But this doesn't mean he must be perfectly virtuous and nonviolent. He unsurprisingly frequently uses violence as a means to an end. While violence isn't typically his first answer to most problems, he will never hesitate when he feels that it IS the answer.

Details about Buccellati:

Generous and welcoming to those in need. Very nurturing and protective by personality. You Do Not Mess With His Men.

Particularly protective of his human men. Humans are so... fragile. Plus, Fugo joined him first, that's his firstborn-

Loves to play up the whole 'angel' thing when he gets the chance. Likes to use the sort of "Old English" equivalent of Italian (so, Latin, I suppose). 'Be not afraid, child...' ...Fugo gets on his case for grammatical errors frequently.

Has an instinct to know when his children men have broken something (generally an object). This generally allows him to show up near-immediately after something's been broken to lecture whoever broke it about being more careful. In some extreme circumstances, it can be used to call on him for backup—preferably, just try not to have the thing you're breaking be your bones.

Being a literal divine being doesn't save him from being a Suburban Parent stereotype. Stupidest dad jokes you've ever heard that are so unfunny that they're ironically funny, and the irony eventually gets lost and they're just ... funny. Live laugh love! Man I Love Fishing! Turn that frown upside down—

It's really hard to sneak things by him. Even when he turns his back, he seems to know if you're doing something you shouldn't be. He jokes that he has eyes in the back of his head... but is he really joking?

Very kind when he can afford to be. Civilians love him! He always finds it so funny when people are like "Thank God you're here!!" or "You're a godsend/blessing!" because he's like... 😏 that's right

Hates drugs! Winners don't do drugs! This hasn't changed.

Oh dear! It appears that this daughter, which is not mine, is a demon! I can fix one of those problems by becoming her new father.

Yes there's Bruabba but it's really more queerplatonic than anything as Buccellati doesn't feel a full grasp of romantic 'love' and Abbacchio isn't ready for romantic love after suffering the kinds of loss he's suffered, so their relationship is blatantly not-platonic but doesn't reach fully into 'romantic'.

He's trying so so hard to control these kids but every day it's just another thing where Fugo's having a mental breakdown and Narancia's eating the asbestos in the wall insulation and Mista is getting way too close to Abbacchio with that silver cross necklace WHO LEFT THE OVEN ON

[dreamsfulblues]

Bruno is adopting another child

(A.k.a me continuing to give my favorite characters bunnies)

[phantatrix]

Ghoul! Bruno One Shot

[In the aftermath of a fight with another ghoul, Bruno wrestles with a difficult choice]

Bruno Buccellati led an unusual life, but he wasn’t one to complain. Even when this unusual life knocked him down, he found some sort of opportunity to make the most of it. He’d been doing this ever since he was born. The world wasn’t too kind to people like him but home was the one place where he could find reprieve from the hardships his existence brought him. From the moment he was brought into the world, he knew he’d have a more difficult path, but it wasn’t all bad. 

Being half-human wasn’t all bad.

His mother was a ghoul and his father a human. Bruno liked to imagine their love was like a fairytale. Growing up, seeing his parents swoon for each other and balance their different lifestyles, his heart would swell with joy knowing he was a result of that powerful kind of love. Even when they separated, he still held onto his idealized views of romance. If a human and a ghoul could find love in spite of the odds, then that kind of love was bound to happen for him. Maybe that was the hopeless romantic in him talking, maybe he was just hopeless.

That hopelessness grew over the next several years following his allegiance to Passione. He kept his ghoul identity a secret and he was proud to say that he could pass very well as a human. It would appear that having a stand helped keep up the illusion-- little did anyone know that you didn’t need to be human to have a stand. As long as he could keep that up, maybe he had a chance for some semblance of a normal life. Yet, deep down, Bruno knew that love couldn’t flourish in a life like this. Day in and day out, he could feel himself growing numb to the murders and deaths happening in the community around him, some of which were his own doing. A mindless soldier doing what it took to survive.

When he began forming his own team, his frozen heart started to beat once more. First, Fugo made Bruno discover his own paternal instincts. The kid, whether he realized this or not, taught him empathy again. Bruno made damn sure to try his best to be a positive influence in Fugo’s life. His temper was as volatile as they came but over time, the kid relaxed and trusted him more and more. Then Leone, poor Leone, began to wrestle his way into his heart and carved out a space for himself from the moment he found him in the rain, drunk and depressed. The two of them combined gave Bruno hope, hope that he could care for people again, hope that he wouldn’t stay numb from Passione’s cruelty, hope that he could have his own little family. The three of them were family.

Along came Narancia, who made Bruno’s heart hurt from the state he saw him in. Fugo had found him dumpster-diving for any scrap of food and then discovered his condition was far worse. Bruno helped get him treatment for his eye and ever since, that kid refused to leave his side in spite of his warnings. Still, he couldn’t say he was entirely disappointed in Narancia’s decision; in fact, part of him was glad he could take him into his makeshift family. 

If any of them knew what he really was, god, he couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen. 

When he needed to, Bruno would sneak out of their little apartment in search of food for himself. On the rare occasions that either Fugo or Narancia or Leone would catch him entering or almost leaving the apartment, he had a slew of possible alibis that didn’t make them bat an eye. Whew. Lying to them wasn’t fun but it hurt a lot less than revealing the truth.

He never liked hunting but he had no other options presented to him. He couldn’t starve himself, no, that definitely wasn’t an option. One time he had put off eating for so long that he felt his own sanity and self-control slipping. No no no. He couldn’t risk hurting his family by doing something so careless again. 

One god-awful night, that risk turned into an all-too-real possibility. 

This is where our story begins.

Bruno curled up into a fetal position, hidden away in some alley, assaulted by the rain. Tears melted with the raindrops and rolled off his face. His clothes soaked in his own blood. His eyelids weighed heavily and he wasn’t sure if he could stay conscious for too much longer. His family would be worried sick if he wasn’t home soon.

Dammit.

It would be worse if any one of them found him like this. 

Dammit.

His brilliant blue and crimson red eyes couldn’t make out any of the shapes around him, his kagune positioned itself defensively in case that other ghoul came back to finish him off. He doubted it but he couldn’t be too sure.

Dammit.

How was he supposed to know he would run into that asshole of a ghoul tonight? It’s not like he was looking for a fight. He was just trying to hunt for some goddamn food to hold onto his sanity. Despite his own warning to himself, he’d been careless. The past month and half had been so busy for him that he simply didn’t make the time to eat until tonight. Faking eating human food also didn’t help his case but it does work wonders in keeping up appearances. The sound of footsteps against the wet concrete pulled Bruno out of his wandering mind.

Fuck.

The absolute last person he wanted to see him like this. Long, lilac hair plastered against his face, obscured by the shadow of a dark umbrella. His shoes splashed little puddles in their wake from the far end of the alley. His eyes, purple and gold like dawn, shattered from his defensive glare used to ward off strangers into one of concern and fear and worry.

“Bruno? Bruno!” Leone shouted as he ran to his leader’s side. 

Bruno called back his kagune but he knew his black and red eye was still there. He turned to face the other side in spite of how painful such an action was for him. How did Risotto manage to get away with showing his ghoulish eyes 24/7? If he managed not to bleed to death, he might ask him for advice on that.

Onto more pressing matters, Leone was quickly approaching and Bruno was running out of options and time. He shouldn’t see him like this, no, but even worse, he shouldn’t be around him, not in this state. 

The rising panic built up in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed for Sticky Fingers to come to his aid, maybe send him into some pocket dimension to hide or even zipper himself into tiny pieces before he could even hurt his dear Leone. Unfortunately, his stand didn’t manifest, he didn’t have the strength to even summon him. Just great.

Why, why, why did Leone have to show up now of all places, of all times? Why now?

“Go away! Please! Now is not the time!”

Leone either didn’t hear him or simply chose to ignore him. Bruno felt his cold fingers on his face and couldn’t help but open his eyes.

“Bruno, it's going to be okay,” Leone comforted. 

Gold and purple met red and blue. Bruno pulled himself away from Leone’s touch. 

“You’re not safe here! You have to leave!” Bruno cried.

Leone wasn’t one to smile or be the most comforting person, but with a small twitch up of the corners of his mouth, Bruno felt a little more at ease-- well, he would if he wasn’t busy fearing for the other man’s life.

“I’m not going anywhere. I knew from the start what you are and if I didn’t leave then, I’m not leaving now.” 

Bruno stared in fear and confusion at Leone. He couldn’t be hearing this right. He was careful every minute of his life. If Leone knew, how many others did, too?

Leone continued, “When you found me, a disgusting drunk in the rain, I thought you took me in just to eat me, but I was wrong. If you hold on just a little bit longer, I can bring you something to eat, but if you can’t wait, I wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t be angry or blame you.” 

Bruno’s body racked with sobs and Leone embraced him tightly. He wondered if this is what love was, if this was the love his parents once felt. If love was a cat finding the one mouse it didn’t want to eat. The temptation would always be there and it would be all too easy to make a meal out of Leone, but he wouldn’t dare hurt him. 

Bruno nestled into the crook of his neck. Leone was warm, Leone would take care of him. The umbrella fell, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about the assault of the rain on the two of them. All that mattered was that Leone was here with him. Leone was his. 

The cool droplets of rain contrasted against the sticky warmth beneath him. 

“Bruno…” 

Bruno immediately pulled himself back and stared in horror at the gaping wounds in Leone’s neck where he had bitten and his torso where his kagune had stabbed him. The light was quickly fading from those purple and golden eyes. 

“No, no, no! Leone! Shit, this isn’t what I wanted! I’m sorry!” Bruno cried out. 

Leone cupped the side of Bruno’s face. “All I ever wanted... was to find a way to thank you for saving me... all those years ago. If this is… If this is what it takes… to save you from yourself… to protect our family… then this isn’t so bad,” Leone whispered in between his gasps for air, blood dripping from his lips. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” choked Bruno as he cradled Leone in his arms. 

“I love you, Bruno.” 

His eyelids slowly fell shut and his body weighed heavily against Bruno’s. 

“Leone?” 

Bruno froze in fear of his own actions. Maybe a small bite of human flesh was all it took, but Sticky Fingers manifested by his side, comfortingly stroking Bruno’s hair while awaiting his command. Bruno had neither the energy nor time to curse his stand’s late arrival. Delicately, he pulled out his kagune and his stand quickly zipped shut both wounds. Bruno brushed the hair out of Leone’s face, anticipating the moment his eyes would flutter open. The panic only grew inside him; Leone needed proper help and fast. Abandoning the umbrella, he positioned Leone so that he leaned against his side and stumbled towards the alley’s exit.

“If you wake up, Leone, I’ll tell you how much I love you. But, you have to wake up, please.”

[namhe]

Today’s fic from the 2020 kinktober archives:

Kinktober Days 17 & 18: Priest/Demon & Handcuffs

by Viali7

Summary:

“I never thought this was how I would take you down, Diavolo,” hissed Buccellati, leaning over the trembling boy he’d handcuffed to a chair in an out-of-the-way motel room. “Imagine, the Boss I’d feared for so long hiding in the body of a pink-haired twink... Once I knew your true identity, it was easy to take you down. My team is more than a match for you, at least in this form.”

Doppio twisted in his chair, pulling ineffectually at the silver cuffs and cursing under his breath. He refused to look Bruno in the eye. I have to get out of here, or Boss will never forgive me! What is this crazy Capo talking about? This “Diavolo,” hiding in MY body? He’s not making any sense! He could hear phones ringing from every corner of the room, but couldn’t break free to answer a single one. It was enough to drive him mad.

Warnings:

Rape/Non-ConUnderage

[jotadoul]

further thoughts: i remembered that when the duke is talking to chid as they escape from freid, van is watching pretty intently and the shots often linger on him/his reaction. when the duke yells at chid, it's ONLY on van, and, alarmed, he's shaken from his thoughts. because they're really intentionally drawing a parallel between him and chid, i can imagine that this is exactly how balgus raised him, too. so when we see balgus again in the mystic valley flashback, insisting on van fight, this is part of the cruel cycle put in place by the past. before the duke dies, he says that the children will carry the burden of the future. so i'm willing to accept that seeing this as mean, even abusive in practise, is intentional.

regarding cycles... i think it's interesting the way both van's parents as well as allen's broke from convention; leon and encia likely had an arranged marriage as they were in some way related to the nobility, OR, even if they weren't, the status quo is itself a cycle, and leon tried to fulfill it, but was ultimately dissatisfied by it and wanted to do one thing himself. he doesn't fully regret what he did, but he does regret the cost of doing it.

meanwhile, goau and varie broke from convention at the very start, getting together against the advice of goau's court. varie had to have known what was in store for the future, but despite foreseeing it, it's much more painful in practise. (just as it is when hitomi & us see her visions, there's no loss of impact/it's much more painful when the exact same thing takes place later.)

varie and goau roped their children into a cycle of violence, while leon and encia, by not giving allen any answers/reasons about what happened (hell maybe they did, not like he'd get it lmao) roped allen into repeating his dad's mistakes, a much smaller concept of a cycle, but allen succeeds at carrying it forward because he never lets a single thought pass through his head. van can't escape/isn't allowed to escape from the cycle of violence and death, he is constantly pushed into it despite wanting nothing more than to stop.

but we do see van AND folken break away and define themselves when it comes to using their wings/being draconian. their mom told van that there's a "right time" to bring his wings out, but we see her say that After he's saved hitomi from falling, and Before we see him bring his wings out after Freid. folken brings out his wings to show van that they're the same, and it is in that moment that van recognises him. we also see folken use his wings to save naria and eriya. we see him use his wings to save van from the dragon-- van could've used his wings to escape the dragon too, but he's too caught up in using violence to do so, and folken has to show him another way. and then finally we see folken use his wings to attack dornkirk. as far as the boys are concerned, all of these are the right time, because there were no alternatives.

swerve into me thinking about how folken could've let naria and eriya die just as dornkirk could've let him die, because folken wasn't even supposed to be there! he was supposed to be dead! but since he was there, he is now responsible for the fate of the girls (just as van/anyone is responsible for the lives they take) and this is why they see themselves being so lucky. this is their guy!)

folken knows he's living on borrowed time (see also: bruno buccellati from JJBA) so he's desperate to get all the pieces of his plan into motion, and now that his wings have turned black in between Seal of the Brothers and The Black Winged Angel, he knows his death is drawing closer. if dornkirk is the thing keeping him alive-- not in the sense of altering his fate by giving him a new arm, but in the sense of giving him a purpose; folken needing to make sure dornkirk can be undone and lining up all the pieces to do so-- the fact that he dies immediately following dornkirk "makes sense" but i still think the presentation!!!!!!!! IS!!!!!!!!!!!! SO ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VAN SHOULD BE THERE! kind of a really dissatisfying chekov's gun to show their wants coalescing to the point that (prior to this) they're within feet of each other, in the same damn rooms, yet there's 0 payoff whatsoever.

okay. okay. rewatched GOAT Of All Time episode Operation Golden Rule of Love. first of all,

folken introduces the episode with a bit. a BIT! "to give it a name..." [TITLE CARD]

but it made me think about the preceding episodes. some notes

we don't see it unfortunately, but since hitomi/van/allen's moments in 17-18 put together a complete message to the viewer, we can sort of assume varie probably had a similar convo with Van as she did Hitomi (bc of his comment in ep 19 abt “bad things will happen if you look that upset” and trying to confess his feelings all of a sudden, in the same episode where hitomi doesn't want to do a reading and doesn't want to use her powers.)

"the dragon" is when van and hitomi are working together (when both parts of the atlantis machine are working together— escaflowne and the pendant) but specifically when escaflowne is In dragon form, because van only uses dragonform escaflowne to save other people, vs normalform escaflowne. that's the dragon dornkirk sees. (so dornkirk's big weird nightmare about a bajillion escaflownes taking over the world is a crazy guy's idea, no? and folken has to be like ".... uh huh........ No yeah totally my liege. anyway...")

reminding me of episode 7 where folken's cool link to van/interest in protecting him is referenced

Dilandau: Folken! I hate waiting.

Folken: I know roughly where the dragon is. You don't have to rush.

Dilandau: Why don't you capture the dragon now? Lord Dornkirk will appreciate that.

Van in ep 18 after they escape their cages in Zaibach seems to only kill the mechs— and only the mechs— by stabbing their energists, aka he’s not being super violent— seemingly going against what balgus told him, and possibly doing so because hitomi believes in him?

is the concept of having faith in others an Off-World idea that came from Hitomi’s grandma

Allen’s dad only figured it out as he was dying and realized he loved his wife enough to send his journal to her

so Varie and Balgus are so shitty to Van because THEY ARE!!! Hitomi is the ONLY person to offer a break in this cycle to him and vice versa. It comes from her because it’s off-world

but for Allen it comes from his dad lol… loser…

ok so i accept varie is a Bad Weird Mom. i am at peace with this, and the concept that the show is critiquing the pressure that parents/the past put on their children, passing the buck. i wish the brothers were able to acknowledge this in any way ): moving on tho

where did varie get the energist? this energist looks nothing like the others, so it must be atlantis-specific.

did she get it in the woods from a dragon

did she, after she thought folken was dead and needing a new plan, have to go to OR die in order to go to the mystic valley to retrieve the energist

wrt the above, did she have to be dead first in order to impart a truth too dangerous to utter in life?

wrt above: is it relevant that while balgus and van talk in the flashbacks in Memories of a Feather, she never talks to folken or van in the scenes where she is crying over their dad and folken? aside from her being a pretty lacklustre mother, can she not or is she not interested in imparting information to them in the fear it would send things off course? she saw at least up to her own marriage, but what else?

IS VARIE EVEN DEAD: the director said varie can be anywhere or anything at any time! is she dead as of van and hitomi seeing her in the mystic valley

partner pointed out that in east asian indigenous folklore (as well as some irish folklore) a celestial wife is an otherworldly being and always a curse

DID varie (and/or folken) see far enough into the future to know that van Needed to interact with hitomi on earth in order To get escaflowne? because

we know without hitomi's interference, van would've died

the ability to pilot escaflowne is part of being king of fanelia, but, during the bit with the Ispano, we're told technically anyone can pilot escaflowne, anyone can form a blood pact with it.

(we see goau with escaflowne before he meets varie. who put escaflowne into the rock?)

although van retrieved the energist, if fanelia had never been attacked, escaflowne could've hung out in the rock for however long, right? that was the thing that made him go get escaflowne?

which would mean the burning of fanelia was a "requirement" to produce escaflowne. we know that folken thinks dilandau is constantly being too excessive/senseless in his carnage, so he probably thought just showing up at the door would've been enough.

[og-danny-dorito]

Hey Danny welcome back ❤ I'm sorry to hear that you are going through a lot right now, I hope things will turn peaceful for you soon ❤. If you feel up for it, could I get a JoJo part 5 matchup? - Both Sfw and nsfw are okay - She/her - 20 years old - I'm Pan - Hobbies: Video gaming, reading books, writing and sailing. - Brown eyes, olive skin, glasses, brown curls. - My friends would describe me as down to earth, someone with dry humor, open-minded and compassionate. ---

Aaa thank you so much!! I really appreciate you concern, things have been going better lately. Also this is my first jojo as and I'm QUAKING in my boots, please let me know if i can improve on anything! (Nsfw is under the cut ;]) and sorry i kinda got carried away so they’re a bit long

I match you with... Bruno Buccellati!

- dude i swear to god the moment i read your bio i was like “*gasp* its bruno” 😂😂😂

- honestly just from glancing over you and bruno seem to have a lot of similarities. you and him are both pretty down to earth and compassionate, and are open minded to the world around you but not naïve in any way. the two of you probably get along right off the bat more than him and some of his other colleges, just based on these similarities alone

- but having you around is refreshing to him! Being in Passioné means being exposed to all sorts of dangers on a day to day basis (which includes the other members), and so having someone who can sit down and just relax with him without feeling on edge is new and honestly wholeheartedly welcomed

- usually bruno decompresses by reading, and works on multiple books at once. The fact that you also enjoy this and dont view it as “boring” (a lot of people do its sad) makes him feel more comfortable with sharing his interests with you since he tends to have Old Man Tendencies for how he spends his time

- oh, you like sailing? This man grew UP sailing. Expect some of your dates to be the both of you going out to sail to some private coast to have a picnic or go fishing, with him telling you about stories with his father and how he used to do that with him sometimes

- he also really likes to share things with you, even though he may have a similar issue of closing people off when he feels under the weather. having had to grow up with his father most of the time who was busy trying to provide for him, he didnt really speak much about his feelings in fear of worrying his father

- he still sorta does this since he doesn't have many people to talk to that he doesnt feel like he’s bothering, but he in no way wants you to feel the same way. the moment he sees you closing yourself off he makes it clear that he’s there by checking up on you or holding your hand or anything else he can think of. if you dont want to talk that’s alright, but he wants you to know that he’s there if you need anything and that you’re not alone as long as he’s around

- okay now onto the SPICEY

- so like,, this man is a huge dork and so he’s gonna make your first time SPECIAL

- seriously, sex is something he views as really important and sacred to him, and so he wants to make sure that you’re both in the mood for it. he might not go all out with candles (he’s thought about it, they’re a fire hazard and he doesn't wanna have to explain to the police that you burnt the house down house sucking each others’ faces)

- but he’s defintely gonna bring you to a nice dinner and tell you exactly whats on his mind and how thankful he is beforehand, probably taking the lead if you’re inexpirienced or more timid (hes also gonna assure you that its okay if you want to back out at any point in time, he’s not one to push people)

- hes very soft and sweet the first time, and it kinda continues like that unless you propose otherwise. this man is a big switch with public top energy but bottom vibes as soon as he’s behind closed doors, and would defintely be eternally greatful for some servicing if you’re alright with it

- he’s a mess of pleading once you get him to lay on his back and let you do what you wat to him, probably covering his face due to the embarrassment of being so exposed

- oh, and he's CONSISTENTLY down to eat you out. I mean shit have you seen his tongue? The dude knows how to use it and exactly the kindof effect it has on you, and he isnt afraid to use it

- PLEASE tell him he’s doing great while you ride his face. like he LIVES on your praise and likes to know that he’s doing alright, so you just telling him that he’s doing Well makes him that much more adamant

- oh also EDGING. he has a thing for edging and like sensory deprivation for some reason (both ways). honestly with a lot of discussion beforehand he’d probably tie your hands to the bedpost and blindfold you before literally going to town on eating you out. as long as he can get you begging and whimpering he’s viewed the job as half-done

- he’d deny your orgasm if he had it in him, but he doesnt want to keep you waiting for too long. Bruno aims to please a good portion fo the time, and so he’s going to make you cum as many times as phsycially possible just to make sure you’re satisfied, even if it means denying himself in the process. but if you insist on going another round for him to catch his release he’s muttering “thank you”’s in to your ear and telling you how good you make him feel

- he usually prefers to take a bath or shower after sex before climbing into bed with you, but after a long day he pretty much drifts off to sleep pretty quickly. he apologizes for it most of the time, but you say its alright cause it gives you more opportunity to run your hands through his hair

- overall, the two of you would make the perfect “Mom and Dad” couple in your friend groups due to both being on the more mature side. you calm him and make him feel at home, and he probably wants to marry you at some point

[ Thanks For Asking! ]

[moonbeamwritings]

Eating pizza is a delicious and messy endeavor. You always somehow manage to end up with cheese or sauce coating your cheek or your chin, or in some cases, decorating your clothes in strange, warped splotches. It’s a fact of life. Pizza is messy and no one could ever possibly make eating a slice of it look pretty.

Well, no one except Bruno Bucciarati.

The man makes eating pizza an art form with the perfection you think only angels can achieve. You watch as he holds the slice delicately in one hand, while he brings the other up to brush a few stray wisps of hair away from his face. All the while, the warm Italian sun accentuates his handsome features and bathes him in golden hues.

It’s cruel. It’s dastardly. It’s downright unfair.

While you swipe a stray bit of tomato sauce from the corner of your mouth, Bruno laughs with Mista, his face, and more importantly, his stark white suit, completely unaffected by the topping.

In that moment, you decide that you hate him and his stupid, pretty face.

“What’re you staring at?” Narancia pipes up from beside you, nothing but sheer curiosity coating his features.

You return your slice to your plate. “Nothing.”

As if somehow sensing the conversation is about him, Bruno’s eyes lock with your own. Frantically, he swipes a napkin near the corners of his mouth. “Do I have something on my face?”

You could kill him.

“No, no! You look...” pretty, beautiful, borderline angelic is what you want to say, but the words are locked in your throat. “You look fine!”

Narancia’s gaze flickers between you and Bruno before a smirk alights his features. Bruno offers you a kind smile and a quiet “Thank you” at your reassurance and returns to his conversation with Mista and Abbacchio. As soon as he does, Narancia tugs at your arm, pulling you close so he can whisper conspiratorially, “You have a crush on Bucciarati.”

You feel like an older sibling, or like Fugo if you’re being honest, when your hand comes up to give Narancia a smack to the back of his head. Your reply comes through gritted teeth. “Shut up.”

He holds a hand up in surrender, but his smirk doesn’t move. “Sorry for pointing out the obvious.”

You point an accusatory finger in his direction. “Don’t be a little shit.”

Sulking, you return to your pizza finishing it in a few, angry bites. Stupid Narancia and his nosiness. Stupid Bruno and the annoyingly charming way he eats pizza.

Bruno only adds insult to injury when, after the plates have been cleared and you all set off for your respective tasks, he tuts and reaches a thumb to swipe at your lip. You’re frozen in your spot as he pulls away, a timid smile on his lips. “Sorry, you had a little something.”

He chuckles when you swipe at your mouth yourself, a panicked expression on your face. Your face burns as Bruno places a hand on the small of your back. “You look fine, cara. Let’s go.”

You hate him.