#carpaccio x oc

[ukranianacearo]

If it's okay can I please ask for a romantic Carpaccio with kianna komori and the rest is up to you

By the way you can find her info on my page here on Tumblr

The trust we build

Words: idk why I still put this if I don't count them °-° but this one is pretty short

Tags: @nunezs-stuff @futuristiclanddinosaur

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Carpaccio x Kianna Komori (not my Oc!)

Synopsis: Basking in each other's presence under the stars

Author's note: I hope this is as accurate as possible 😭 I don't understand Carpaccio's personality and character very well, but I tried my best. Sorry it took some time, sorry for my English and I hope you enjoy! More under cut.

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Kianna nuzzled more into Carpaccio's chest as she and Carpaccio sat beneath the stars. Her umbrella was laying near them, closed. Carpaccio's arms were hugging Kianna tightly enough to be comfortable. There was no words that were uttered as there was no need. The simple presence of each other in their arms brought both of them peace. They were happy and they were alive and the stars were their witnesses.

Carpaccio loves many things about Kianna. In fact, if he was to list all of them, you wouldn't see the end of it. But what he loved the most would probably be her eyes. Her beautiful golden eyes. The ones that shine like the stars and the ones that guide him in the world of emotions. Oh, those golden eyes of hers... They intrigued him the first time he met her. It felt as if those eyes saw through his soul. He would never imagine that the same girl that intrigued him so much, would be sitting in his arms beneath the bright stars.

Carpaccio kissed the crown of Kianna's head gently, rubbing circles on her back while leaning his back against the tree. It felt nice, it felt comfortable and it felt so natural. As if it was meant to be. As if they were meant to be. And Carpaccio is sure that they were. Because, how otherwise would he explain this warm feeling in his chest?

They were confessing their love for each other without words and the stars were their witnesses.

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Sorry this is so short, I couldn't come up with something else😔 Hope you liked it! Bye bye xoxo

[shouta-edits]

Thank you for taking my request I really liked it but if it's all right can I please ask for Carpaccio from Mash

X kianna komori yandere themed

[avis-cff]

[yusume-the-writer]

Hear me out could I please ask for Carpaccio again with kianna

Like in this scenario they are in a relationship but she ends up saving him

( you can decide what she saved him from)

And he asks her what she wants in return

And she's just like

Kianna; can you.... please hug me? I'm tired

My girls mentally tired and just wants to be hugged by her boyfriend

And the rest is up to you

Saved and in return hug as thanks

Both the request and the Oc were made by @nunezs-stuff , I hope you like it and I'm grateful for the compliments, I'm still going to make the other two orders but I'm grateful for your patience, have a good day and drink water and eat something

Warning: if you don't like Oc x Canon I recommend you pass this post, Mashle manga spoiler

Gender: Fluff

Summary: Having fans was not a bed of roses for Carpaccio, but luckily he has an incredible girlfriend to help him and he will always want to give back in some way

'What a thing....' Carpaccio thinks while staying behind a wall hiding

Why is he hiding? Well... from a group of insufferable girls who wanted to talk to him

It cannot be said that Carpaccio is ugly, in fact he is very handsome and because of his distant and cold personality towards everyone around him, he kind of caught the attention of girls who wanted to 'change him' and without realizing it he became a fan club.

He remembers all the times that tomato-haired boy said he hated pretty boys for having a fan club.

Sometimes Carpaccio wanted to change places with this kid just to have a minute of peace

If he had a minute of peace he could spend time with his girlfriend without being disturbed once... now that he realizes, Kianna is in front of him staring at him

She was just standing there staring at him with a blank expression, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity, she probably wanted to know why he was hiding.

"Where's the Carpaccio?!" As a signal, a feminine voice from one of the girls says, drawing the couple's attention.

Kianna seems to understand what is happening so she comes out of hiding and appears into the girls' view.

"Are you looking for someone?" Kianna says without changing her expression while walking towards the girls

"We're looking for Carpaccio, but he's out of sight!" One of the girls says while one nods

"...I saw him in that direction, when I asked him he said he was going to the forest to finish some research" Kianna says while pointing to a direction that led to the forest and which was very far from Carpaccio's true location

"Really! Thank you so much!" The girls say as they start running to the spot Kianna pointed to.

....As soon as the coast is clear Kianna says "It's all clear, you can come out!" as she turns to the spot where Carpaccio was

"...Brigade" He says as he comes out of hiding without worrying if it was true or not

Carpaccio trusted Kianna to the point of putting his life in her hands, but he would never say that

"Do you want something in return as thanks?" He asks as he gets closer to her.

"...Anything goes?" Kianna asks as she tilts her head to the side in doubt.

"Anything" Carpaccio answers Kianna's question

"Even murder?" Kianna says

"Yes..." Carpaccio responds without any hint of reluctance

"...Can you...give me a hug? I'm tired..." Kianna says calmly as she opens her arms as a way of demonstrating what she wants

"...Okay" Carpaccio says as he moves his arms to hug her which she gladly accepts

Kianna put her head between his neck and collarbone smelling the Carpaccio, she couldn't help but notice that he had a different sweet smell than usual, now that she realized it was the fragrance she gifted him with

"Are you really wearing the perfume I bought?" Kianna asks, wanting to know if she mistook his scent or was it really his?

"Yes, you gave it to me, so why wouldn't I use it?" Carpaccio responds with doubt as he places one of his hands on Kianna's short hair and starts stroking it. "Doesn't it suit me?" He asks, continuing to stroke her hair as a form of comfort.

"I don't know... but what a surprise you wear a sweet fragrance perfume" Kianna responds with a laugh feeling her mood improve

"I'm an open-minded person when it comes to items my girlfriend gifts me" Carpaccio responds as he kisses Kianna's temple and smiles when he hears a laugh coming from her own

It was something strange to see a couple hugging in the middle of a school corridor, but they didn't care about this strange fact.

"Kianna was wrong!" Suddenly a voice interrupts the couple's peace

It was the group of girls before...

"Shit! Come on!" Kianna says as she pulls out of the hug and then grabs Carpaccio's hand and runs to a place where they can hide.

This way, the couple escapes hand in hand from the inconvenient interruption

[pannas-boy]

Guido Mista x Luca Carpaccio, Floor Time*

Made with Procreate. June 4 2024

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*This piece was intended for a certain Mistaccio AU but it did end up non-specific*

[rainee-da]

I'm not sure if you do these types of requests but if it's okay could I please ask for Carpaccio with Kianna komori

Like in this scenario he at school and ends up catching feelings for her but she constantly avoids him because she doesn't know what he wants from her

*side note she has feelings for him but she pushes them down*

By the way you can find her info on my page here on Tumblr

🍀 Love Observation

CHARACTER ❥ Carpaccio Luo Yang 🍥 X Kianna Komori (OC)

W A R N I N G ⚠️ R13 w/ tw for stalking / she/her pronouns / BIG SPOILER for anime watchers!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

It has been 1 month and 13 days of me observing her.

Yes, Carpaccio counted it all.

His eyes squinted, observing each movement made by the girl that is currently sitting at the front of the class. His notebook, currently lying on his desk, is filled with numerous notes dedicated to her, capturing every detail and observation he made about her. Her biodata, her schedule, the list of her friends and enemies, her common ticks, everything.

Unbeknownst that he was already in his last entry, due to how incessantly he was observing and documenting her every move.

He sighed, throwing his pen to the side and crossing his arms as he leaned back on his desk. His expression is pinched, annoyance and confusion are imminent on his face. His analysis made him sure he could read the girl's feelings just through her facial expressions, or so he believed.

However, there was one question he couldn't grasp from her actions. He had observed that when conversing with people she liked, her eyes would widen and her brow would raise, while when conversing with those she disliked, her brow would furrow and her eyes would slant.

And for some reason, her brow always furrows whenever his and her eyes are met.

Like right now.

Though Carpaccio considers this to be ample time to view her face better. After all, she always turned away her eyes and fled whenever these opportunities arose. The only instances he could find such a chance is only when the sky are as dark as an ink, up at the trees with subtle light magic in his wand casting the only brightness in the night, silently watching her slumbering form.

To him, she was a true work of art. He often pondered in his daydreams whether she got that from her dad or mom. Her eyes, yellow as an amber, never ceased to ensnare him, making him feel as if he were a bug caught in a spider’s web. The soft brown roots of her hair blending into red ombre at the ends created such a divine contrast that was simply otherworldly, in his opinion. Even the frown on her face tugged his heart in such a way that left him addicted for more.

For reasons and methods that were yet known to him, she crept into his heart and made herself his addiction. It's a cruel and fascinating experience for him. He wants to know how this girl managed to do that to him. Is this the doing of her personal magic? or he was simply entranced by her beauty, like the other common peers of his age? Or is it something else from you that rigged him into such a fool?

Anyhow, you're fascinating to him, and he wants to learn more about this girl, at all costs. Pondering such a thing has become his guilty pleasure, distracting him in such a way to the point where he failed to realize that you had marched to his desk.

"What do you want from me, exactly?"

Although the fruitiness of your voice is laced with such a brood that hints heavily at your annoyance, it's still music to his ear.

"Why are you asking?" he replied calmly, hands moving towards his chest to soothe the rumble in his heart.

"Isn't that normal for people to ask that kind of thing, especially to someone who had been tailing me for weeks?"

Well, she's not exactly wrong on that.

Leaning against his desk, he took a closer look at her face. The smirk on his face grew as he noticed a scowl she reserved for him. He admired every expression on her face, be it good or bad. All of them are fascinating and hold a special place in his heart. Yet, any gesture of attention from her is what he longs for, and he feels a surge of triumph at his success in securing her focus.

He composed his best retort to that statement, and replied calmly, "Well, you're the one who kept running away"

"You didn't answer my question!"

"Then how else am I supposed to get to know you, Kianna?"

Oh? Now that reaction is unusual. One he had never seen before.

Carpaccio’s reply, for some reason, elicited a shocked expression from her. She let out a quiet gasp, eyes flitting around in a weak attempt to evade his gaze. Yet what truly fascinated him was the rare pinkish tint that gradually colored her cheeks and connected to her nose.

'Can I make her do that again?' is what crosses his mind.

"You… want to get to know me?" Oh, that slight waver in her tone is so endearing to him.

"I thought it was obvious?"

"No, it's not. I thought you were gonna make me your next test subject!"

Again, she's not exactly wrong on that.

Carpaccio Luo-Yang, the stellar rookie of Easton Magic Academy, has earned his notoriety due to the number of students he crippled and hospitalized for his 'experiments'. And in some ways, In some ways, Kianna isn't exactly wrong either. He is indeed observing her like a test subject, even as they are speaking.

How could he not? After all, she is just that addicting. And he needs to know why.

"I just want to learn more about you, is all."

"And that's why you've been glaring at me the entire period?" is that how she sees him? glaring?

"… I didn't mean to glare."

"And that's also why you've been stalking me around the school grounds?"

"Yes."

"And watching me when I sleep?" so she did find that one out. Is that why she stopped facing the window when she slept?

"Yes, I'm interested in you after all."

Carpaccio observes as the girl in front of her exhales harshly and hangs her head low, thinking to himself. Carpaccio took this opportunity to glance at the class he's in right now. All the students had moved for the next period and he and Kianna were the only ones left in the room.

This intimacy… he quite likes it.

However, the silence that surrounds the both of them is starting to make him uncomfortable. It was made worse by Kianna's gaze being fixed on the floor, making it hard for him to read her emotions. He wasn't sure why, but his mind started to flood with thoughts of potential bad scenarios. It was overwhelming to him, creating a suffocating tightness in his chest.

He wondered if this was what people often referred to as 'anxiety'?

"Next time…"

That hanging phrase snapped him out of his trance, and now his gaze is fixated on her with anticipation churning his stomach.

"… Just approached me like normal, uh, person. Okay? No need to do all… that,"

The look she gave him after raising her head rendered him speechless. Her face, previously tinged with soft pink, had turned scarlet red which emphasized the amber of her eyes, causing them to glimmer beautifully in the sunlight beaming from the window.

Those shyness... suits her so much, it was simply breathtaking.

" -Did you hear me? Hello?"

The sound of her finger snapping in her face shatters him out of his mind.

"Sorry, what were you saying again?"

"Hahh… really," the way she mumbles under her breath is adorable, "What I'm saying is… you didn't need to stalk me just to get to know me. It was creepy, you know.."

Something instantly clicked in his mind as she said that. Is that why she always seems to dislike him? She finds him to be creepy?

That has to change, for sure.

"… I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry," he answered honestly, the sincerity was transparent in his tone, "It's just that… I never had an interest in people before. I didn't know what to do with this.. feelings, so I just did what I thought would satisfy my... itch," with that, he could only hope that it would be enough for Kianna to understand him, to forgive him.

But then, she gave him something he truly didn't expect.

She laughed.

Her laugh was simply dazzling.

He found himself unable to look away, adoration overflowing his senses as he stared at her joyous face. Her eyes crinkled in delight with radiant smile that brought glows to her face. Her hair bounced with every laugh and the red ombre hues shimmering in the sunlight. The sight was enchanting, and his heart was brimming with comfortable warmth that soothed his insecurity away.

He can't help but stare in adoration as her eyes crinkled, her mouth curled upwards and beaming with radiance. Her hair bounces as her whole body shakes in her laugh, making the red hues of her ombres glint under the sunshine.

Her laughter, melodious as a song, filled his ears as he glanced at the forgotten book on the desk. With only enough space left for a sentence or two, he realized he'd soon need a new one. But the thoughts in his mind brought a smile to his face, for he knew precisely what he would write to fill the remaining space.

I managed to talk to Kianna today, and now I know that I'm in love.

After this, he might not need another book after all.

Hello! I didn't really know how to go with this request so I decided to challenge myself and made a fanfiction from it. I tried to make the OC reference quite minor so hopefully, other people can enjoy it too.

I'm sorry if this isn't what you meant (//sobs)

I had so much fun writing this since this made me learn more about English phrases/vocabulary, but I didn't realize I ended up writing this one for almost an entire day lol. My brain really goes whoooosh when I'm hyperfixated lol

Anyhow, I hope everyone will enjoy this one too! 🍀 thank you for reading!

[jals-stuff]

Hi. I'm Jal.

I write stuff that comes and goes through my brain and then keeps me awake at night until I write it somewhere.

On this post, you'll find all of my works whether they are finished or ongoing; stuff about me at the very end if you're interested.

REQUEST RULES!

When making a request, please specify which character(s) + story genre + additional tags if you desire!

I don't always reply to requests in the order I received them !

It depends how long they are and if the plot works out in my head.

Here is a non exhaustive list of what I will not write and why:

• Noncon → Self-explanatory, but I don't mind dubcon. • Smut for characters under 16 years old → Above that, I can. • Boys love → Not my type of writing, nothing against it tho. • Piss/sh*t related things → THIS IS SELF-EXPLANATORY TOO. • Religious reader insert → Unless it's a made-up religion. • OC x canon character → I don't feel comfortable writing about OCs. • Stuff about children in general → uncOMFORTABLE.

WRITINGS!

Mashle stories:

• Some Rayne brainrot | Rayne Ames x f!reader (oneshot, slight nsfw) • a routine. | Orter Mádl x f!reader (one shot,hurt/comfort) • just an assistant..? | Orter Mádl x f!reader (oneshot, smut) • it feels like the death penalty. | Orter Mádl x f!reader (oneshot, angst/comfort) • Just a flirt! | Orter Mádl x f!reader (oneshot, hurt/comfort)

• Train ride. | Orter Mádl x reader (oneshot, fluff.)

• What if... | Orter Mádl x reader (oneshot, angst + fluff)

• Take a break! | Orter Mádl x reader (oneshot, fluff)

• Taking care of it! | Orter Mádl x reader (2 parts, fluff?)

Mashle imagines:

• Short washing machine headcanons ! (sfw) • More short washing machine headcanons ! (sfw, SPOILERS) • Mashle characters with a double/triple liner elder sibling! (sfw)

CHARACTERS...

Mostly from HSR, Genshin, Mashle and JJK.

I enjoy writing about...

• Mashle:

Orter, Rayne, Carpaccio, Abyss, Wirth.

• HSR:

Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Black Swan, Blade, Caelus, Sampo, Tingyun, Dan Heng (4*).

• Genshin:

Alhaitham, Itto, Kazuha, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Heizou, Chongyun, Cyno, Kazuha, Raiden Shogun (NOT Ei), Yae, Sucrose, Ningguang, Beidou, Lyney.

• JJK:

Yuta, Mei Mei.

• Blue Lock:

Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Niko, Rin.

• Wind Breaker:

Sakura, Suo, Jo, Nirei(?), Kaji.

I like the other characters as well but those are my favourites so please keep in mind that it might take more time to get creative with characters that aren't listed here!

ABOUT ME...

Reading this section is unnecessary, but I figured I'd put it in case.

✽ Jal isn't my actual name but it's more comfortable like this!

✽ I'm 25, pronouns she/her.

✽ I'm from France.

✽ Programmer in training.

✽ Huge Orter Mádl simp!

✽ Will reply to dms if I see them!

✽ I am very slow and extremely random when it comes to my writings, sorry!

✽ Will add you on discord if you want, just ask.

→ That's it, nothing else to see here.

[pinkfilmcamera]

Holy Hellish Holidays!

A/N: back at it again collabing with my sis @sassysaxsolo on her Kny modern AU! this is a separate Christmas story i literally started writing on the 24th lol. enjoy.

pairing: kyojuro renguko x fem!oc

warnings: none! this is teeth rotting fluff lol. maybe a bit of emetophobia.

word count: 3.2k

“I think it is time!” Aru Tsuka announced. It was getting late, as frosty air sneaked through the cracks between the windows and their frames, announcing the arrival of December.

Aru Yuno turned to face her grandmother, stopping her duty of polishing the marble countertop one last time before closing and going upstairs to her room while she was at work. Her cat was on the windowsill of the café looking outside and licking himself clean.

“Time for what?” Yuno innocently said, folding the rag she was using to place it on the café’s laundry.

A sweet smile settled on Tsuka’s face, bringing uncertainties to her grandchild, who had never seen her smile like that. “Time for you to prove that you’re a true Aru and the next heir to my beautiful café. You’ll start on December 6th” She winked. “So with that, I quit!” She tapped her cane on the floor to add a dramatic effect.

The Aru family, as peculiar as they were, had several rites of passage for what may seem the most mundane of things; transition from tween to teenage years, your first poop, your first cigarette, your first crystal, things of that same fashion. However, known to be one of the most challenging, was the transition of powers within the family. Whether it was in the family business or Ye Witch’s Tavern.

Yuno checked her calendar later that night. November 27th. Just eight days of possible rest?! She had just gotten out of the Thanksgiving rush, barely alive. Was this a curse, or a blessing? Was she going to be able to survive this, even?

“What’s wrong?” A voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She was met with the vivacious eyes her boyfriend carried as they sat having dinner together as they usually did on Saturdays.

“You know that thing I told you that my family does?” Yuno massaged her temples as Kyōjurō set down the bread on his entrée plate so he could spread the mixture of olive oil and grated parmesan more freely and evenly.

“Arson?” He hummed, taking a bite of the fresh sourdough from the restaurant. His eyes sparkled in delight. This was a good choice of an Italian restaurant his mother had recommended to them.

Yuno shook her head and served herself some beef carpaccio. “No, the other thing” Even in her frustration, a light shone in her green eyes briefly as she tried the exquisite food.

“Bury your loved ones in the family catacombs after they’ve been mummified?” Kyōjurō questioned

“No, the other thing, the one that mortifies me” Yuno served herself some bread, not being disappointed by it either.

Kyōjurō seemed to think hard about it, as not many things mortified his girlfriend “The leap of faith off from a cliff that you have to do after you turn twenty-one?”

“No, the other other thing!” Yuno sighed and took a big gulp from her Aperol Spritz.

“Ooh, the ownership of the café!” Kyōjurō exclaimed in victory as his girlfriend nodded with sorrow. He laughed as he considered himself the winner of her guessing games. Soon, his smile dropped once he noticed the heavy, gloomy area around Yuno.

“I just— I don’t know how exactly I’m supposed to handle it. Ichirou cannot help much and I know he won’t since he has finals all through the month. It’s going to be hard” Yuno sighed, and something inside Kyōjurō ached. She was the strongest woman he knew, and seeing her like that was so unlike her, it lowered the flaming spirits that he held so highly, a part of that because of her.

With his hand, he raised her head delicately so she could look at him. “None of that foolishness, my dear! You’re an Aru! You can do anything. Besides, I will be here to support you all throughout it” His hand moved up to caress her pale cheeks, now tinted pink.

She sighed and leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as she melted through it. “You’re right, this is going to go well and I’ll get the café” She now looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Atta girl” He hummed and leaned in to kiss her forehead gently. For such a tall, strong man, no one could figure out how much of a softie he was with his fateful lover. Throughout the dinner, he had to lower his concerns and concentrate on Yuno’s main issue and his pasta.

That night, as Kyōjurō cuddled into his girlfriend’s boozy vanilla scent filled his senses, he thought about his own hidden issues. He kept them on the low for the rest of the night as they organized Yuno’s “game plan”; the strategy of how she was going to manage the café during the entirety of December.

The fastest course of action was to stock up the pantry, order the imported goods and start on the pastries and food that was able to be preserved in the industrial fridge and be just as fresh when it was warmed up. Second, they organized tasks between her and Ichirou, as her grandma was now out of the picture as their boss: Ichirou would help with drinks, warming up pre-made pastries, and cleaning a bit, while she helped with everything previously mentioned, served, kept and printed the check, helped in the bookstore and witchy shop and cleaned. Her grandma did all these things while laughing and floating around, light as a feather. It seemed as though she levitated in her cloud of cheery disgrace.

He tried to calm himself about all the things he needed to do, and just tried to be there for his girlfriend. But the moment he had to face everything was rough. He had to finish shaping his undergraduate thesis for February but he had to help Senjuro with his homework as he was falling a bit behind, but he couldn’t because he had to write. He also had to decorate with his mother around the house, but he couldn’t because he had to write. He had to get everyone a Christmas gift, but he couldn’t because he had to write.

Tick, tick, tick. The Rolex his dad gave him when he turned eighteen as part of the family heirloom was deafening and only a rough reminder of the fact he was running out of time with every tick that so obnoxiously rang in and out of his ears. He closed his computer shut and pushed himself away from the desk in his wheeled office chair. Kyōjurō groaned and looked up at the blank ceiling, sighing profoundly. There he realized.

He had to get Yuno a present. Oh shit.

It was December 11th. Christmas was in two weeks exactly. Oh shit, oh shit! He had no time! This time, he felt as though the whole concept of time and space came crashing down onto him as he felt like the most terrible boyfriend ever. In just a pair of joggers and a plain long sleeve, he stood up and ran out the door. The room stood empty and calm for a second before strenuous steps rushed back through as fitted some thick socks and his sneakers before grabbing his jacket and stuffing it with his wallet, his phone, and keys to almost everything he needed.

“Senjuro, I’m taking the car!” He shouted. In all theory, the car was completely his, he bought it with a paycheck from an internship at a natural history museum; he had good tips and decent pay in general. But his little brother, at the ripe age of 18, knew he could need it sometimes so he borrowed it often.

“Okay, Anuie! Take care!” Senjuro shouted back from his room, only to be replied with the ground shaking slam of a door.

Oh god, oh god. What was he supposed to do?! He had no idea what to get her, they hadn’t even discussed it! He couldn’t ask, it would be so embarrassing. What boyfriend doesn’t know what his partner wants?!

“It’s hot in here” He complained, loosening up the jacket and firing up the AC with the fan on the highest and the temperature on the lower. In reality, it was freezing outside, he was just so anxious, his body was all clammy and sweaty.

He drove to the mall, and even then he had no idea what he was going to give her. He browsed all around, wandering endless stores as a ball of shining nerves. In a rather posh jewelry store, he spotted a locket. It was beautiful. Has he ever seen her with one? Not that he could recall. The store clerk was friendly and even allowed for customization of the product, which ultimately made Kyōjurō decide he was going with that. Still, he felt no satisfaction as more questions arose. Was it enough? What if she was giving him a bigger present? Had he screwed up? Or… should he propose already?

They had been dating for almost two years now, and it was their first Christmas physically together, as on their first one as a couple Yuno was out skiing with her family in the French Alps. He knew she was the one, but he started to reconsider if the gesture was a bit… too grand, or what if she was going to give him something more awesome than the proposal? What about a puppy? Or a bright red Ferrari?!

Truth was, all Yuno could think about was laying down in bed. It had been two weeks of her December challenge affair, and it had been… challenging. She had to handle a couple of annoying tourists who thought they were so entitled and some sick children that threw up in the middle of the tile she took so long to polish.

“Hey” A weirdly soft voice rang as the bell woke Yuno up, who was falling asleep on the counter. She had her hair picked up by a pair of metal chopsticks, but she changed it to a claw pick to secure it tightly. Kyōjurō was holding a duffel bag in his hand and some reusable food bags in the other. She hopped out of her seat to help him out with setting up the table as Kyōjurō closed the door behind with a lock and turned the “Closed” sign to face the public.

“Hi, Kyo,” Yuno said happily, reaching in to help with the bags. A part of her spirit lifted up as she saw the duffle bag, realizing he will be staying the night. God knows how much they’ve both missed it.

“I went to Kanroji’s to pick up your favorite '' Kyōjurō hummed, taking out the sakura mochi and the miso ramen with a side of tempura shrimp and calamari.

Mitsuri and her husband, Obanai, ran a very cozy diner downtown, inspired by Kanroji’s love for food and her husband’s willingness to learn and make her happy. Even though Iguro was born without some sight in one eye, he was still very skilled in chopping vegetables and preparing everything for her to cook.

Rengoku was speaking rather softly today, and considering the slight deafness he had, it was unlike him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” She brushed his golden strands with her fingers.

“Can we talk about it later?” He asked politely as he served the food on some of the café bowls and searched the back for their designated chopsticks. Yuno knew exactly what she meant, as they usually had some time to relax and talk about their days before going to sleep.

They had dinner together and as Yuno kept tabs on that day’s services, kept inventory, and finished cleaning, Kyōjurō worked on the final details of his thesis. He found that working with her nearby, giving him her full support, helped a lot with his workflow. A top of all of that, he had to study for this semester’s finals and organize his schedule.

“What’s bothering you, baby?” Yuno wondered as she snuggled into his back and held him tightly against her chest. The moment Kyōjurō walked through that door quietly, she knew there was something wrong. He always came in laughing or shouting out her name in delight, no matter what time or how many people were there.

“I’m scared my Christmas gift to you is not enough,” Kyōjurō confessed in a tiny voice. It took all his strength to tell her something like that, since they’ve been dating for a while now, he was supposed to know everything about her. For the first time, he felt like a shitty partner.

Yuno’s lips turned into a soft, but slightly sad smile. She let go of him and propped herself up on her forearm “Kyo, my love, you could give me a dirty tissue with your name on it, and I will frame and treasure it forever. Anything you give me is more than enough” She sighed and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Rest, please. Don’t worry about that too much. I know that whatever you think of, I’m going to adore it”

The next morning, Yuno said goodbye with a kiss on his nose, one of the few visible places after the layers Yuno had snuggled him in. The temperature was dropping by the hour and she was pretty reckless for herself, but with him, she took care of him like a newborn puppy. “I wish you could stay over with me, every night, forever” She sighed and waved him goodbye.

That was it. That had been the catalyst for Kyōjurō to lie about going back home to prepare for his afternoon classes when in reality, he was grabbing that locket, returning it, and go about finding a suitable engagement ring for the most beautiful woman he had ever met. He went back to the jewelry store and thanked the gods above that he didn’t customize it, so it was refundable. He spoke with the jewelry craftsman, who felt offended when Kyōjurō assumed he wouldn’t be able to make a ring in a week and a half, and rather took it as a challenge, annotating every little detail and sketching the final product on the spot. Kyōjurō was delighted and laughed loudly in joy at the final product, accepting the sketch and letting him the go-ahead to produce it.

The locket wasn’t cheap, and a custom engagement ring wasn’t either, but he pulled from his savings to afford such a thing. He reminded his future self to pick up the ring on December 22nd and to hope for the best. Now, he was getting really anxious. He could barely speak to her without going into a rowdy fit of laughter full of nervousness behind it. His own anxiety made him not even realize Yuno was in a similar condition. She was more jumpy than general, as someone who wasn’t scared of anything, it was odd.

“What’s going on with you?” Ichirou asked, the week of Christmas.

“I’m not hiding anything!” Yuno replied nervously. God, caught red-handed. Why has she been so sloppy lately? She was the best liar in her whole family. Sometimes even better than her uncle, who had lied his way in Vegas and New York to become a wholehearted millionaire.

He wanted to ask further and press onto the matter, but she was out to the back kitchen in seconds, even as she had literally an order in hand to give to table 3, by the front of the room. In her own nervousness, Yuno hadn’t even noticed how different Kyōjurō was. Occupying himself with his thesis, finals, and winter training so he didn’t go rusty in the off-season, she didn’t see him much, but he was also preparing his speech to ask her to marry him.

She was also so busy, she didn’t even notice Kyōjurō having dinner with her family to ask for their blessing. Ugo almost gave him a heart attack when he, instead of answering, stared at him blankly from across the table. He was in fact quiet for so long, Kyōjurō started to sweat. Ichirou reached out to him to the seat to his left and squeezed his forearm, giving him some support. Then, her father started laughing maniacally and stood up to embrace Kyōjurō. He was laughing nervously as well, as what he believed was only a wish, became a reality. Chie enthusiastically asked to see the ring, but when Kyōjurō replied it was a custom-made ring, most of the family screamed and celebrated. Perhaps the weirdest part of the night was when they had gotten the poor Rengoku boy drunk and got him singing to Billy Joel’s Piano Man, to then sit him down in an interrogation room.

Telling his family the news was a whole other deal, as he was just a few months away from graduating from university. He defended his position fiercely and came to an agreement with his parents; he could be engaged, but no marriage until he was graduated and had found a stable job. He, of course, appreciated their concerns and overall support. He also informed his mother that Yuno would be spending Christmas with them, and they all took it as a hint to leave them alone during their gift exchange time. The 25th came rolling around the corner faster than they both expected. For this occasion and as was promised, Yuno passed the holiday with the Rengokus, as the Aru’s had a rowdy family gathering for New Year’s Eve.

“Hey cuz” Yuno called out to Ichirou as they closed shop for the holidays before they headed their own separate ways. She had passed the test successfully and was the rightful owner of the café. Her cousin hummed back in response, peeking up from behind the counter. She flipped the sign so the “Closed” would face the public and also pasted to the glass with some tape a very decorative sign that reads “Gone for the holidays! We’ll be back Jan. 10 :) xx”. She turned on her heels and shuffled through her tote bag to hand him a brown envelope with a wink.

“Why are we the only ones downstairs? I thought we were opening presents all together?” Yuno hummed, walking down the stairs to the living room where the Christmas tree stood. The lights were dimmed and the fireplace was lit up, aside from the endless red candles and fairy lights. She knew Kyōjurō was there, so she kept observing around in her black pajamas with snowflakes and snowmen all over them.

She looked up to find herself under a mistletoe. “Gosh, Kyo, that’s so corny…” Her laughter faded out as she turned around and found her boyfriend on one knee with hopeful eyes. She stared at the gold band with intricate details resembling twigs and tiny diamonds leading up to a ruby, that was presented as a rose.

“Aru Yuno, I—“ Before he could even start with his kilometric speech, he stopped confused as Yuno laughed and cried at the same time. What was so funny? Was it their matching pajamas? They were like hers but red, there was nothing wrong with that!

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…” She dried her tears and reached under the tree for her own gift. A similar box to the ring, just that this one was more elongated. She opened it, to reveal a set of keys. “I got us our first apartment; I was about to ask you to move together” She gifted the keys to the upstairs loft of the café to Ichirou, who was looking for an apartment to move in with his boyfriend Murata.

Kyōjurō laughed loudly at the coincidence “Is that a yes then?” Yuno, still tearful, nodded as he slipped in the ring and she gave him the keys.

[ceasari]

MASTERLIST

FROM ALL PARTS

2021 NEW YEARS SPECIAL all parts included!

Jotaro / Kakyoin / Josuke / Okuyasu x fem!reader that does public speaking

Rohan / Giorno x fem!reader that squishes their cheeks

Dio / Joseph / Rohan with a stressed reader

Jonathan / Joseph / Josuke / Giorno x reader that loves creepy animals

The JOJOs get turned into kids, reader takes care of them

PHANTOM BLOOD

HEADCANONS

Jonathan Joestar x (autistic) fem!reader

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SCENARIOS

Jonathan Joestar- ‘‘YOU ARE BYRNING UP!’‘

BATTLE TENDENCY

HEADCANONS

Caesar Zeppeli x (autistic) reader

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SCENARIOS

Joseph Joestar/Ceasar Zeppeli - ‘‘a Lesson’‘

STARDUST CRUSADERS

HEADCANONS

crusaders - types & first dates!

crusaders meeting Holly (after part 3 events)

crusaders x (ex dio servant) reader

cusaders opinions on OC - charlotte

Dio / Jotaro / Kakyoin x (shy but powerful) reader

SCENARIOS

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DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE

HEADCANONS

Tonio x reader

Josuke x reader with bad period cramps (platonic)

duwang gangs stands being reverted!

duwang gang x reader with stand that makes illusions

duwang gang x reader that loves books

duwang gang x fem!reader that has a pet name as a name

SCENARIOS

duwang gang (teen) sleepover!

duwang gang x hurt!reader, after the fight with Kira

GOLDEN WIND

HEADCANONS

Narancia and Giorno x shy s/o

Giorno x double personality fem!reader

Giorno x fem!reader that is into cottagecore fashion

BUCCI GANG reacting to Trish having a boyfriend!

BUCCI GANG x fem!reader (past victom of sexual violence)

BUCCI GANG x fem!reader meeting in a party

CHRISTMAS with the gang!

BUCCI GANG reacting to soft reader with dark-strong stand

BUCCI GANG x soft spoken reader making a song for them!

BUCCI GANG x fem!reader that wins a fight with no experience

BUCCI GANGs opinions on OC - Mute

BUCCI GANGs opinions on OC - Carpaccio

Dad! Giorno

Giorno x reader with fear of abandonment

Giorno comforting reader

Giorno / Mista x reader with a pet frog

Bruno x (emotional - sensitive) reader

BUCCI GANG x careless reader

BUCCI GANGs opinions on OC - Viviana

Mista x male!reader who is intimidating but secretly soft

Fugo x fem!reader that colours their hair often

SCENARIOS

La squadra and serious oc bursting out laughing

BUCCI GANG baking with their soulmate (separatly)

Giorno x reader/ midnight surprise

Fugo x reader (overwelmed by homework)

STONE OCEAN

HEADCANONS

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SCENARIOS

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[ukranianacearo]

If it's okay could I please ask for a jealous carpaccio with kianna komori

(You can choose why he's jealous)

Don't forget about me

Genre: Fluff, I guess😭

Tw: jealousy, idk

Tags: @nunezs-stuff @futuristiclanddinosaur

Pairing: Kianna Komori (Oc)x Carpaccio

Synopsis: Carpaccio is jealous because Kianna isn't giving him enough attention because of the exams

Author's note: This was, by far, the most difficult one to write😭 mostly because I genuinely don't understand it (jealousy) as in the romantic way. Probably because I'm aroace and neurodivergent, but I anyway I hope you like it and more under the cut

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The period of exams was already here and Carpaccio was aware of this. Nevertheless, he didn't see it as a reason for Kianna to pay more attention to her books and notes than to him. It genuinely irritated him. Sure, studies were important, but he also was important, wasn't he? At least that's what Kianna told him one night while they were stargazing. Kianna isn't the one to talk a lot, but when she does, it comes from the heart.

Carpaccio never felt the need to do this, but right now it was different. He knocked on the door to Kianna's room and after hearing her replay, he entered the room. After that, without any explanation he closed the door and brought a chair next to the one on which Kianna was sitting and hugged her by the waist, placing his face in the crook of her neck. From what he saw, she was studying potion theory, since they had an exam coming up soon about it.

Kianna was surprised by Carpaccio's sudden behavior, but after a few seconds she patted his back with her hand. She couldn't really understand why Carpaccio was acting like this, but she could understand that he wanted attention. It seems that the potion theory can wait, she understands most of it anyway.

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I still can't write OCs properly, help... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, I'm not sure it's up to Kianna's character and I'm sorry it's so short, I didn't know what to add after ಥ_ಥ I'm also putting KNY finally on the list of fandoms that I 100% write, since I finally decided to continue watching it after 2 years of "hiatus"... The funniest part is that I have a lot of KNY merch (ex: Giyuu's figurine, Shinobu's katana, funk pop of Tanjiro, etc) Anyway, I'm finally fully back and ready to write requests xD

[yusume-the-writer]

If it's okay can I please ask for him with kianna komori ( romantic please)

Again but in this scenario he ends up falling asleep and ends up waking up to a petite girl quietly trying to wake him up

Kianna:........

( takes his hand and picks him up off the floor)

Kianna: do you......want to have a tea party?

The best way to rest and have a tea party ~

Carpaccio Luo-Yang x Kianna Komori(OC)

Request made by I hope you like it and keep losing it to me

As if I was given permission about the height of the hair, I decided to leave the height anonymous so everyone can decide whether it is long or short

Warning: Spoiler of the anime, if you don't like Oc x Canon I recommend you pass this post

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Carpaccio hadn't eaten or slept for two days and ended up fainting, but suddenly his lover appears and they have a tea party!!!

After his defeat by Mash, Carpaccio became more devoted to understanding about the connection of magic and pain and here he was

So here he was inside the school library doing his research

It had been a while (2 days) since he had slept or eaten anything but..... was everything ok?

But for Carpaccio it was like a Monday of his classes and research so there was nothing wrong

Suddenly he realizes that his surroundings are slowly getting dark and he starts to lose consciousness and then falls on top of his notes

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Suddenly Carpaccio feels as if someone was rubbing his hair and trying to wake him up.

The touch was soft, it felt like a mother calming her child to go back to sleep later and a nightmare

He then smells a smell of strawberries that look like they were picked recently or that they had been put in sugar to become jelly, it was a pleasant smell and perhaps his favorite along with the person using it.

It was as if the person was doing their best to wake him up without being startled, and it was working.

Then Carpaccio starts moving around making the person look like the cafuné (Carpaccio was disappointed about this)

He adjusts himself in the wooden chair in the library and then opens his eyes to see the one who woke him up.

Kianna sends him a soft smile when she sees that his technique worked.

Burgundy eyes stare into brown eyes with dilated pupils

Carpaccio then scratches his sleepy eyes causing him to break eye contact "What time is it?" he asked as he continues to scratch his eyes

"13:30" Kianna responds as Carpaccio stops scratching his eyes and adapts to the light

"Shouldn't you be in class or something?" Carpaccio asks after noticing that Kianna was not in bed but in the library at that time, unless she had escaped from her room

"I didn't feel like going to class and I was also worried about where you were" Kianna says stating the last option, but Carpaccio couldn't deny that her heart skipped a beat when she said she was worried about him

Then suddenly Kianna grabs Carpaccio's hand and lifts him from the chair.

Now Carpaccio was standing in front of the short girl while she held his hand.

"Do you...want to have a tea party?"

"....I want"

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The table had good quantities of sweets and fruits and there was a pot of tea in the center.

The tea had a greenish yellow tone and carried an aroma that could be compared to lemon.

It looked like tea that night

"So...Why were you sleeping in the library?" Kianna asks as she takes her teacup from her lips

"I was focused on my research so I probably passed out from exhaustion" Carpaccio responds as he picks up a strawberry and eats it

"You need to stop putting your health last, are you not eating or sleeping properly and are you going to the hospital due to a lack of nutrients?" Kianna says she is worried about Carpaccio's health

He wouldn't say, but he loved it when she worried about her health, but he didn't like making her worry all the time.

"Sorry for making you worry" Carpaccio says as he takes a sip from his cup

It had a lemon flavor along with the fact that it was warm, it was pleasant to drink

"Sometimes I get so focused on something I get excited about that I forget to sleep or eat" He continues as soon as he takes the cup from his lips "It can be a bad habit as you say, so I try my best to remember to eat or sleep properly so I don't worry you" Carpaccio finishes, then his wine-colored eyes look into brown eyes,

Kianna stares at him with a look of concern on her face then she sighs and closes her eyes.

"I will believe you" She says as she takes a piece of cake and eats it

"But from today onwards I will make your lunch so you don't forget to eat!" Kianna continues while sending a knowing smile

"If it's okay with you, then okay" Carpaccio says as he sends a smile to Kianna

The tea party continues to be enjoyable after this couple interaction

𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔

It was lunch time at the gym

Carpaccio was at a table reading his notes about his research

Suddenly he feels a figure stare at him so he turns around and comes across Kianna with two lunch boxes.

"Sorry for the delay" She says as she starts to sit next to Carpaccio

"It's okay! I didn't wait long and I didn't even notice it was lunch time" Carpaccio smiles lightly as he faces Kianna and sits down.

As soon as she sits down, she hands him her lunch box which he gladly accepts, as soon as he takes it and starts to open it Kianna does the same with her lunch box

"You're not skipping many meals, are you?" Kianna asks as she takes a piece of food into her mouth.

"Not much, but sometimes Magarret finds me sleeping in the dormitory hallway" Carpaccio responds sincerely as he takes another piece of his food

"But you need to watch your sleep schedule!" Kianna scolds Carpaccio while he puts another piece in his mouth

".... Maybe I'll get better if you also take care of your sleep schedule, it's not you who goes out at night and wanders around school like a lost soul" Carpaccio says while pointing accusingly at Kianna's lie

"Me?! Maybe you mistook me for someone or even a ghost~" Kianna laughs while sticking out her tongue in a childish manner

Carpaccio does not refute, making Kianna proudly win the small argument

He just wouldn't say that he thought it was cute that she was showing her tongue because of her pride, but maybe he just said it to see her reaction.

[pannas-boy]

Guido Mista x Luca Carpaccio, Overstimulated at the Park

Made with Procreate. July 18, 2024

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[pannas-boy]

JJBA: Golden Wind Ficlet

Pairing: Pannacotta Fugo x OC, Pannacotta Fugo x Luca Carpaccio

Summary: Pure fluff. Luca has a nightmare, Fugo saves the day night, yet again

TW: light description of bad nightmare

Word Count: 1k+

“Fu?” Luca’s voice was scratchy in his throat as he shifted, attempting miserably to untangle himself from the sheets.

“I’m here, bambino.” Fugo cooed as he awoke, nimble fingers tugging at the fabric trapping his boyfriend. “Just a bad dream.” He peeled the sheets away, tired hand finding his forehead, brushing his matted bangs away. “You’re okay.”

Luca groaned, fists rubbing his eyes as he rolled to face his partner. A low whine left his throat as he stretched, calloused hands curling into the fabric of Fugo’s wife beater. He shuffled closer, pressing himself into his partner’s chest, head nestling against his shoulder.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” The honey blond teen slid an arm beneath the pillows, blinking his sleep away as he urged Luca closer, hand finding the soft spot of his hip.

“Rat Race was falling apart.”

“What, miele?” Fugo’s brows furrowed as he craned his neck, struggling to hear Luca’s sleep-ridden voice. “Say it again for me, cucciolo.”

Luca pulled his head back, his glistening eyes meeting Fugo’s darker ones. “Rat Rat kept falling apart.” His bottom lip jutted out as his fingers toyed with his boyfriend’s shirt. “Polpo was beating my ass.”

“Oh, sweet boy.” Fugo cooed, lifting a hand to stroke the older teen’s cheek. “You know you don’t have to see him again.”

“I know.” Luca let out a small huff as he laid on his back, observing his partner.

Fugo propped himself up on an elbow, a scarred hand tangled in his honey blond locks as he held his head up. His burgundy eyes were glossy, his brows loosely knit together as a frown pulled at his pink lips. Freckles dotted his face, up the bridge of his nose and across his cheekbones. The moon peeked in through the curtains, illuminating him angelically. He rested a hand on Luca’s stomach, thumb pushing the hem of his sweater upward.

“You’re safe.” Fugo’s hand slid to his hip, pulling him closer, resealing the gap between them. “I’ve got you.”

Luca nodded softly, a bitter feeling biting at his stomach. “Rat’s arms came off. It really hurt.”

The blond gave a gentle groan, hand fastening over his hip bone. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Luca grunted, shutting his eyes as he pushed his head into the crook of Fugo’s neck, hands resting on the pale forearm draped over his stomach. “What time is it?”

Fugo eased back into the mattress, arms secure around his partner. “Too early to be awake.”

“I’m sorry.” Luca whispered, a pout on his face as he met Fugo’s gaze.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” The younger teen pressed a kiss to Luca’s forehead. “Do you want to come back to bed?”

Luca gave a weak shrug, a harsh blush creeping up his neck to his ears. “Don’t wanna have another nightmare.”

Fugo squeezed his side, kissing his face again. “If I promise to keep you safe?”

The brunet felt a pang in his chest, his stomach buzzing with butterflies as he eyed the boy laid in bed beside him. “Don’t wanna make you hot.”

“It’s okay.” Fugo’s face lit up, a charming smile on his lips. “Let me hold you, silly.”

Luca felt his cheeks grow hot, his hands tracing over the dips in Fugo’s forearms as he avoided his boyfriend’s glance. “Can I lay on your chest?”

Fugo felt a cocky grin threaten to emerge as he sat up, fisting his shirt in his hand and yanking it over his head. He dropped it onto the floor as he laid back, throwing an arm out to the side, an open invitation for Luca to make himself comfortable. The older stand user gleefully accepted, curling up against him, snaking a leg between his boyfriend’s longer ones. He pulled an arm up to his chest, throwing the other over Fugo’s torso, hand curling around his side. Fugo wrapped his arm around Luca’s shoulders, tucking the other beneath his own pillow.

“Is this better?” Fugo hummed.

Luca pushed his head further into Fugo’s chest, a meek sigh leaving his mouth as he felt himself relax. “Thank you. Sorry I woke you up.”

Fugo shook his head, finger drawing mindless shapes over Luca’s soft skin. “Don’t apologize, caro.”

Luca smiled softly, the butterflies quickly returning to his stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to the freckled skin of Fugo’s neck, letting his eyes flutter shut. His heart thundered within his chest as an easy silence filled his ears. He still found himself nervous around Fugo, uncertain of what to say, unsure of how to seem cool. The younger stand user acted so confident, so secure in his actions, his intelligence evident. Luca couldn’t help but admire the honey blond boy, envious of his masculinity, of how beautiful he was.

“Your heart’s pounding, Lu.” Fugo broke his thoughts. “Are you alright?”

Luca’s features were dusted with a dark shade of red, embarrassed to have been caught daydreaming. He gave a weak nod, pushing his face further into Fugo’s torso as he whined.

“Luca?”

“I love you.” Luca spoke softly, shifting his weight further onto his boyfriend. “Can you wake me up with you tomorrow?”

Fugo swallowed the spit in his throat, goosebumps rising along his arms as he accommodated the older boy, tugging his frame further onto his own. “I love you too.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of Luca’s head, comfortable under his weight. “I can wake you up if you’d like me to, yes.”

Luca sank into his spot, arm wound beneath one of Fugo’s shoulders as he hummed. “Yes please.”

Fugo nodded gently. “Of course, cucciolo. Try to get some rest.” His voice rumbled through his body, putting Luca further at ease.

“Okay.” Luca mumbled. “Can you-”

“Yeah.” Fugo cut him off, free hand settling on the small of Luca’s back, sneaking beneath his sweater. “Safe and sound.”

“Thank you, Fu.”

“Stop talking and try to rest, bambolo.” Fugo rubbed circles onto his boyfriend’s skin as he chuffed.

The older teen ghosted his lips over Fugo’s neck once more, letting his eyes fall shut. “Night.”

“Goodnight, bambino.”

[pannas-boy]

JJBA: Golden Wind Ficlet

Pairing: Pannacotta Fugo x OC, Pannacotta Fugo x Luca Carpaccio

Summary: Luca has a rough night out, Fugo saves the day.

TW: Non graphic injuries, light wound cleaning, needles, brief mentions of death, mentions of homophobia and assault, f slur (i have been called this and i do identify as a gay man, don't come for me)

Word Count: 3.7k+

“Where have you been?” Fugo spat as he sat up in bed. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Silent, Luca stumbled into the room, head lowered. Fugo scowled as the older teen stepped into the dim light of the lamp. A curse slipped past Fugo’s lips at the sight of blood down Luca’s yellow top, cuts adorning his face.

“Luca, what happened?”

“Dejame en paz.” Luca growled as he scurried around the room, gathering his clothing.

Fugo shut his book and set it aside, eyebrows furrowed. “Luca, what on Ear-”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Luca’s head snapped up. “Maybe I should say it in English. Leave me the fuck alone, you scumbag.”

Fugo froze, stunned. Luca turned and staggered back into the hallway, teetering toward the bathroom. He shut himself in the dark room with a groan. He flipped the switches on the wall, bathed in light and an extremely irritating ticking from the extractor’s motor. He clutched the counter with white knuckles, attempting to steady himself in front of the sink mirror. With a wince, he gingerly touched the gash in his forehead.

“Luca.” There was a knock at the door.

The boy jumped, tears welling in his eyes. “Man, just leave me alone.”

“Carpaccio, come on.” Fugo persisted.

In response, Luca summoned his stand, the mecha manifesting outside the bathroom door, armored shoulders squared. Luca dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He shrugged his sweater off before pulling at his shirt, jaw clenching with the bitter stretch of his skin. There was another knock on the door, accompanied by a repeated hiss of his name. Luca continued with the task at hand, wrestling with the fraying ace bandages confining his torso.

“Let me in, jackass.” Fugo huffed.

Luca winced as the bandages came undone, the cuts in his chest burning. “Fuck.” He gritted his teeth, stomach flipping violently.

Bright red blood stained his skin, the color drained from his face, and he gagged.

“Please, Rat Race.” Fugo turned to the manifestation of his roommate and partner’s soul, eyebrows knit together. “I just want to help him. Let me in.”

Light headed and trembling, Luca heard the doorknob click, a mechanical claw entering his view to sign their shorthand for an apology. He couldn’t manage to protest, the hinges of the door creaking as a visibly upset Fugo pushed the door open. The apprehensive honey blond was greeted by a ghostly pale Luca, skin splotched with blood, an arm tightened around his chest as if his life depended on it.

His dignity indeed did.

His eyes were glossed over, tears streaming down his grimy, bruised face. Distraught with Luca’s poor state, Fugo marched into the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind himself. Luca stiffened as Fugo strode toward him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, his other hand loosely gripping his hip. He turned him toward the tub, his knees locking as Luca stiffened, hands clamped on the counter.

“Please don’t-”

“You’re going to pass out, you cannot do that covered in blood and dirt.” Fugo spoke softly. “I just need you to trust me.”

Luca let out a shaking breath. “I might throw up.”

“That’s why we gotta get you in the shower, man.” Fugo gave his hip a light squeeze. “Come on.”

Luca groaned as he let Fugo push him toward the tub, holding his shoulders steady as he swung his trembling legs over the ledge, lowering himself against the cold ceramic, the leftover drops of someone’s shower quickly soaking into his boxers. He felt his blood drain further as goosebumps broke out on his limbs, a wave of frigid air hitting him.

“Hey.” Fugo crawled into the tub behind him, twitching fingers gripping Luca’s shoulders as he settled around him, legs encapsulating him, chest snug against his back. “Just breathe, it’s okay.”

“Y-your stupid s-suit’s gonna get fu-fucked up.” Luca’s jaw began to tighten as his words tangled in his throat, his skin growing incredibly hot.

“Shut up.” Fugo’s arm encompassed him as he leaned forward, turning the water on. “Sorry.” He hesitated. “I’m not gonna let anything else happen to you. I just want to help.”

The shift in Fugo’s tone caught the older teen off guard, but he found his body put at ease beneath the light brush of the Italian boy’s fingers. Luca relaxed in his hold, head lolling back against Fugo’s shoulder. In silence, Fugo soaked Luca’s dark ringlets, showering himself with water in the process.

“I’m sorry.” Luca muttered, entirely fallen against his partner, eyelids heavy.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Fugo huffed, skittishly rinsing Luca’s wounds.

The honey blond scooted back in the tub, pulling Luca to lay further against him, arm cradling his neck. “I’m gonna wash your hair, I’ll do my best to keep the water out of your face.”

“I really don’t want to-”

“Luca, your cuts are deep, they could get infected.” Fugo held the shower head off to the side, his neck craned to meet the brunet teen’s eyes. “I can’t stitch you up if you’re dirty, it’s not safe.”

Luca fought the tears welling in his eyes as he tried to relax in Fugo’s grip, instantly overwhelmed as the water stream hit his scalp. Fugo propped a knee up, shifting Luca’s weight onto it as he ran his hand through Luca’s hair.

“Can you hold this?” Fugo held the shower head above Luca’s stomach. “It’ll help keep you awake.”

Luca nodded slowly, trembling fingers slowly wrapping over the metal, nestling perfectly between Fugo’s as he took it from him. “Please don’t get soap in my eyes.” He croaked.

Fugo gave a sharp chuckle. “I won’t. Keep talking, it’ll distract you.” His fingers worked through Luca’s curls, lathering shampoo through them.

“I still feel like I might throw up.”

“You have to let me know if you’re going to so I can help you sit up.” Fugo’s tone was stern, but his voice came softly, his hands working diligently to clean Luca’s hair.

“Okay.” Luca’s eyes squinted further shut as Fugo took the shower head, rinsing the soap from his curls. “I’m really uncomfortable.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Fugo’s response came without the skip of a beat, his hand cupping Luca’s hairline as he kept the water away from his face. “Where were you, Luc?”

“Couldn’t s-sleep-” A hiccup tore through his throat, followed by a fat tear streaming down his cheek. “J-just wanted to go f-for a walk.”

“Hey.” Fugo cooed. “How’s your head feeling? Is your vision spotty?”

Luca shook his head, a sob threatening to bubble through his lips. “T-they did-didn’t even get m-me that h-hard.”

“What happened, Luca?” Fugo handed him the shower hose again, arm winding around Luca’s middle once more, free hand focused on gingerly prodding at his tender cuts.

“Ow.” The brown eyed stand user hissed, squirming against Fugo’s torso, gritting his teeth.

Fugo’s jaw clenched as he eyed the battered teen in his arms, bruises and welts covering his latte-shaded skin. He felt the familiar incomprehensible rage fill his head, the water steaming around him as he clutched his partner, knuckles white.

“Am I gonna need stitches?” Luca whimpered.

Fugo grimaced. “Probably a few.” He watched the teen’s brows knit together. “You’re cleaned up though. I can stick bandaids over most of them, too.”

Luca groaned. “Can I put a shirt back on now?”

Fugo’s skin suddenly burned as he glanced down the curves of Luca’s body, painfully aware that he was barely dressed. He swallowed hard, hands stiffening as they skimmed his soft skin, settling on the hem of his boxers. He felt his chest tighten as his lungs fought to keep air in them.

“Let me bandage your chest up first.” He breathed out. “It’s a deep cut.”

Luca nodded slowly. “Can you help me sit up?” He turned his head away, eyes shut. “Please?”

///

“Were they stand users?” Fugo gently ran a towel through Luca’s curls.

His voice was soft, his intentions made clear by his simple questions and gentle touches. He wanted to help.

“No.” Luca scoffed. “They just got a one-up on me, I didn’t realize they were talking to me for like a solid block.”

“What?” Fugo’s eyes narrowed as he tossed the towel aside, leaving it for when he would inevitably be unable to sleep, meaning he would clean the room at the peak of dawn.

His wet clothing had been discarded on the ground, traded for a loose pair of boxers and a black t-shirt. He combed his fingers through Luca’s hair, gingerly tucking his brown strands away from the cut across his forehead.

Luca’s lips curled into a scowl as he bowed his head, limbs shaking. “They were calling me a faggot. I didn’t realize they were talking to me.”

Fugo’s chest seized. The slur had been hurled at him endlessly throughout his life: at school, on the streets, the prison. His trembling hands balled into fists, his fingernails sure to mark crescents into the skin of his palms. He let out a sigh, uncurled his hands, and rested them on Luca’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry.”

Luca shrugged. “It’s whatever. Once I caught my breath, it was fine.”

“Was the blood all yours?” Fugo gripped the underside of his desk chair, spinning Luca to face him.

He was met with large, glinting brown eyes, Luca’s thick brows furrowed, a pout pulling at his lips. The color had begun to return to his skin, the tip of his nose quickly reddening. Fugo cocked his head, dark eyes narrowed.

“What’d you do to them?” His voice was low.

Luca’s eyes darted away, his chest rising and falling at a more sporadic pace. “Rat cracked someone’s head open.”

Fugo’s blood ran cold, distraught by the haunting resemblance to his own situation years prior. “Are you okay?”

Luca shrugged. “I wanna go to bed.”

Fugo nodded. He pursed his lips as he placed a finger under Luca’s chin, tilting his head upwards. Luca let his eyes flutter shut, unwilling to meet Fugo’s gaze. The standoffish teenager made him nervous. The older teen wanted nothing more than to be amicable, but he was sure his presence annoyed the teen. Luca knew better than to hope for more, convinced that Fugo was aware of his worth, fully cognizant that he himself would be an inadequate match for such a regal boy. He shuddered as Fugo grazed the cut on his forehead, his hot breath fanning over his skin. He chalked the butterflies in his stomach up to nausea from his aches, unwilling to ponder the intricacies of his sexuality, much less so in tandem with his gender.

“Okay, this needs stitches.” Fugo whispered, reaching for the first aid kit he’d brought in from the bathroom. “Do you need something to bite down on?”

Luca winced at the thought of a needle dragging through his skin. He nodded slowly, hopeful for a second out from under Fugo’s gaze. He failed to realize that Fugo’s wet pants were on the floor next to him, a belt looped around the waist. Fugo crouched over Luca’s lap, one hand grabbing his thigh as he tugged the belt free and folded it into threes. He let go of Luca’s thigh, hand finding his face instead, tapping his cheek. Luca begrudgingly opened his mouth, digging his teeth into the leather belt. Fugo fiddled with the needle and thread, eyeing Luca with a weary look on his face.

“Do you want to see the needle or would that be worse?”

Luca screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head furiously.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Fugo grabbed his face again. “Stop doing that, you’ll make yourself dizzy again. You just started to get rosy for me, Lu, come on.”

Luca huffed to the best of his abilities, his nostrils flaring as Fugo’s fingers settled against his temple, the other hovering over his eye as he began to close the cut up. Luca clamped his teeth down on the belt, his skin growing hot as his head spun.

“You’ve gotta stay awake, Luca.” Fugo spoke in a harsher tone than he had all night. “You cannot pass out with a needle this close to your face.”

Luca let out a sharp whine, gritting his jaw. Fugo made quick work of the cut, tying the knot on the thread. He glanced down at Luca, concerned at the sight of his thick lashes fluttering.

“Luca?”

The older teen hummed in response, his eyes popping open.

“I’m worried you have a concussion.” Fugo grabbed the small sewing scissors from the kit, cutting the threat of the stitch.

Luca winced, pulling his head away and letting out a shaky breath, the belt falling into his lap. “My bars look fine.”

“What does that mean, Luca?” Fugo’s frown deepened as he surveyed the boy.

“My stat bars. They’re yellow but they’re still pretty high.” He stifled a yawn. “I am actually really tired.” He lifted his arm to rub his eyes, wincing as his chest contorted.

Fugo brushed off the unease that Luca’s statement had brought, opting to focus on the discomfort visible on his freckled face. “That needs stitches too.”

Luca shook his head. “I’m not taking my shirt off again.”

Fugo rubbed the bridge of his nose, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “I understand that, Luca, but I don’t feel comfortable letting you fall asleep without taking care of that.”

Luca’s face turned sour as his eyes swung upward. “Then get Abbacchio.” He paused, his face and posture softening as he looked away. “I’m sorry.”

Fingers shaking, Fugo shook his head. He knew couldn’t take it personally, Luca’s distress pinned to his sleeve.

“Do you want Abbacchio?”

Luca shook his head, shoulders shaking. “No.”

“Let me grab one of my button-ups, it’ll keep you covered and I can still take care of you.” Fugo whispered.

Luca nodded slowly, feeling the heat of Fugo’s body disappear as he padded toward the closet, fishing for a shirt he thought Luca would like. He returned with a blue and white striped long-sleeve, offering it to the older teen.

“Thank you.” The curly haired boy muttered, grasping the soft fabric between his fingers. “Could you… turn around? Please?”

“Oh.” Fugo nodded, cheeks red. “Yeah, I’m sorry.” He spun on his heel, facing the window.

His heart thumped in his chest as he realized the gap in the curtains reflected Luca from over his shoulder. He watched his roommate shed his baggy t-shirt, thin figure fully exposed, blood soaking through the bandage taped over his chest. The teen pulled Fugo’s shirt on, covering himself to the best of his abilities, the tips of his ears quickly gaining color.

“You can look now.” He whispered.

Fugo spun back around, skin slick with sweat as he looked Luca up and down. He’d peeled his wet boxers off, his soft thighs peeking out from beneath the hem of Fugo’s shirt. The honey blond swallowed hard, sinking back into the bed, hands cautiously reaching to tug at Luca’s collar.

The older teen’s body ached, his eyelids growing heavy. His sense of awareness began to fade as Fugo’s hands ghosted over his skin, needle grasped between two nimble fingers.

“Lu.” He warned, watching the boy’s head dip as his body caved forward. “Luca.” He quickly tucked his shoulder beneath the Hispanic’s chin, pushing him back upward.

He rested his elbow against Luca’s collarbone, wrapping his hand around his jaw, holding him upright. He gave the boy’s head a soft shake, tapping his knee against Luca’s.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Luca slurred, lids falling shut as he pushed his face into Fugo’s palm.

“Almost done.” Fugo cooed, thumb stroking Luca’s face. “This is the last one, it’ll be quick.”

Luca whimpered, struggling to balance his weight, eyes closed as Fugo’s calloused fingertips swept over his skin. He snipped the thread, fingers tapping against Luca’s cheek as he rummaged for a bandage.

“Lu.”

Luca didn’t respond, his lids falling shut as he fell further into Fugo. The younger teen huffed as he pushed the first aid kit onto his preferred side of the bed, clearing half. He slowly got to his feet, bending at Luca’s side to wrap an arm beneath his knees, the other winding around his waist. He hoisted his partner’s frail figure into his arms, gently laying him down on the bed. Luca grunted as Fugo’s cold hands left his hot skin, his figure still looming over him. The brown haired stand user drifted between states of consciousness, goosebumps breaking out along his chest as Fugo bandaged him.

“You’re all done.” The younger teen whispered, eyes scanning Luca’s exhausted form.

He sighed, watching Luca’s dark eyes finally roll into the back of his head as his breathing deepened. Fugo ran a hand over his face before unfolding the blanket at the foot of the bed, draping it over Luca with trembling hands. He locked their bedroom door, shut the lamp off, and crawled into bed beside him.

///

Fugo shifted, rolling onto his stomach. He tightened his arm around the weight tucked into his side, relishing in the warmth pressing against his skin. He cracked an eye open, met with Luca’s brown mop of hair, thick curls sprouting from the crown of his head. Fugo readjusted his head against his pillow, eyes mapping the constellations of freckles painted across Luca’s face. He let out a soft breath before untangling himself from his roommate and slipping out of bed. He slid into his slippers, moving quietly. He tugged gently at the sheets, composing his side of the bed. He took another second to admire Luca nestled in his bed before leaving the room, shutting the door as quietly as he could.

Luca huffed as the lock clicked back into place, irrationally discontent with the sudden lack of warmth beside him. He flipped onto his stomach, pulling the blanket tighter over his shoulders. He buried his head into Fugo’s pillows, engulfed by the scent of cinnamon and fresh laundry. He found himself tranquil in his roommate’s bed, eyelids growing heavy once more as his body relaxed, mind becoming hazy. Despite the initial anger that waking up in Fugo’s hold had caused in him, he found the teen’s arms were much more comfortable than his floor. He’d felt safe, tucked between Fugo and the wall, the bedroom door far from him.

He shifted back onto his half of the bed, curling onto his side. He let himself melt against the mattress, knees tucked to his chest, arm beneath his head. Unbeknownst to him, he’d fallen asleep, completely ignorant to Fugo reentering the room. The honey blond clicked the door shut, thin fingers clutching a coffee mug, dark eyes focused on Luca’s sleeping figure. He crept across the room, setting the mug down on his bedside table. He looked down at his clothing from the night before with a frown. He’d managed to sleep through most of the night, wrapped around Luca each time he’d awoken. He shifted the wet clothing into the drenched towel, picking the bundle up and shuffling toward the bathroom.

He elbowed his way into the bathroom, dumping the mass of fabric into the tub, to be dealt with after he tended to Luca. He wiped his hands off on the hand towel hung behind the door before pulling it open, trudging back through the hallway to the bedroom. He twisted the knob, stepping into the room, pausing in the doorway. Luca was safely tucked into the bed, his small body moving with each breath. His eye socket was bruising, his dark ringlets pushed away from his face, his cuts visible. Fugo sighed as he shut the door, brows knitting together as he shuffled toward the bed. He perched on the edge, shaky hand reaching for Luca’s thick, dark waves.

“Hey, Luc.” He tapped his fingers against the older teen’s scalp. “I have coffee for you.”

Luca reared into his touch, eyes fluttering open. “Huh?”

“I brought you coffee.” Fugo smoothed his hair backwards. “How do you feel?”

Luca’s tired face morphed into a frown. “My head hurts.”

Fugo pressed the back of his hand to Luca’s forehead. “You don’t feel hot. Are you nauseous?”

Luca grunted his disagreement, bringing his fists up to rub his eyes. “I think I’m just sore.”

Fugo snorted. “Yeah, you will be.” He gave Luca’s hair a ruffle before pulling his hand away, redirecting his line of sight to the mug. “Do you need anything?”

Luca cleared his throat, snuggling further into the bed. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” Fugo nodded. He got to his feet, glancing at his partner over his shoulder. “Luca?”

The older teen looked up, brown eyes glistening. “Yeah?”

Fugo bit the inside of his cheek. “You… you don’t have to… walk alone at night if you… if you don’t want to.”

Luca’s lips parted, his brows raising softly. “Oh.”

“If you ever need help, I…” Fugo swallowed the spit gathering in his mouth. “I’m only really a call away.”

Luca felt the blood rush to his face, his stomach filling with butterflies. “Thank you.”

Fugo nodded. Luca pushed himself to sit up, clutching the front of the shirt he’d slept so comfortably in, legs tucked to his chest. He rested his chin on his knees, shoulders heavy as his eyes settled on Fugo.

“Thanks for stepping in last night.” He gave a sheepish grin. “I’m not good with needles.”

Fugo feigned shock. “Really? You’ve got a lot of holes in your face.”

Luca rolled his eyes. “That’s different, stitches are the worst.”

Fugo broke into a smile. “Yeah, they are pretty bad.” His eyes darted to the tape curving up Luca’s neck, securing the wound on his chest. “Let me know if you need me to check on them.” He tilted his head. “Or you could ask Abbacchio.”

“I’m not gonna ask Abbacchio.” Luca barely let him finish his sentence, cheeks dusted with red. He chewed at the inside of his lip before nodding toward the door. “I should get dressed.”

“Oh.” Fugo’s ears felt hot. “Um, I think Bucciarati’s making breakfast. I’ll see you down there?”

Luca nodded, a gentle smile on his face. “Yeah.”

Fugo gave Luca a soft look before leaving the room.

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JJBA: Golden Wind Ficlet

Pairing: Pannacotta Fugo x OC, Pannacotta Fugo x Luca Carpaccio

Summary: Awakened from a nightmare, Luca finds himself responsible for caring for his roommate's dangerous stand. Light hurt/comfort, Fugo is barely in this, sorry

TW: Light non graphic injuries, wound cleaning, this DOES start with Luca hanging out a window

Word Count: 1.3k+

An uncomfortable pressure formed around Luca’s stomach, fabric straining around his waist. Within the depths of his dreams, Luca felt weightless and uneasy. Frowning, he forced his eyes open. Met with the breeze of Venice before him, he tensed. His source of balance shifted, and he whipped his head back, his skull ramming into something hard, an audible thunk produced. The restraint around him tightened, muscles rippling beneath purple checkered skin. Groaning filled Luca’s ears as the chest against his back heaved. He grappled with the arm around his middle, the hairs along his arms rising as he recognized Fugo’s stand encapsulating him.

“Fuck.” Luca wriggled out of the stand’s arms, landing on his feet, cornered against the wall.

In the light, Purple Haze was unsettling, stitches tight along his dry skin, blood beading along his chapped lips, pulled back into an eerie scowl as a trill rang from his mouth.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Luca winced. “C’mon, c’mere.” He grabbed the stand’s hand, wary of the capsules along his knuckles as they linked fingers. “I’m so sorry.” He cautiously shuffled toward the mass in front of him, the warmth emanating from Haze almost comfortable.

The two meter stand followed as Luca padded out of the room, chuffing as his feet trudged. The brown haired teen led him to the bathroom, watching Haze duck under the doorframe. Luca shut the door and bustled about, rummaging through the sink cabinet. He stood, meeting Haze’s wide, vibrant eyes.

“You’re too tall.” He hummed.

Haze cocked his head, a grunt leaving his throat.

“No, no.” Luca shook his head, clutching the first aid kit to his chest. “Can you help me get on the sink?”

The stand huffed, plucking Luca off his feet, large hands clutching his waist. Luca settled on the counter, eyes dancing over the looming stand. Drool dripped down its chin, teeth bared. Its ragged breaths moved its entire body, muscles rippling as he moved.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” Luca whispered, shakily dabbing a cotton pad in alcohol. “Thank you… for saving me.” He extended his hand, offering it for Haze to smell. “I gotta clean you up, okay?”

Haze lifted his chin, revealing his face beneath the glass shield. Luca slipped his fingers beneath it, feeling hot breath on his skin. He gingerly wiped at the endlessly open wounds lining his mouth, frowning at the matching ones outlining his eyes. Luca stabilized a hand on Haze’s shoulder, pulling him closer. The stand craned to meet his height, head bowed, dilated pupils glued to Luca. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed, a pout tugging at his chapped lips. His fingers trembled against Haze’s face. He ran his pointer along the threads through Haze’s lips. He tugged lightly, testing the resistance, hoping to remove them. Purple Haze hissed, features furling into a resemblance of a scowl.

“Sorry, sorry.” Luca cooed, rubbing a thumb over the sore spot. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” He ran his finger across Haze’s dry lips before pulling back. “Here, I have an idea.”

Haze watched Luca’s face light up, eyes bright, smile wide. He shuffled against the counter, hips flush against Haze’s as he turned, opening the mirror’s cabinet. He produced a tube of antibiotic cream, turning back with a grin. Haze tilted his head, and Luca chuckled.

“It’ll help keep them clean.”

Entranced by the unfamiliar kindness on the boy’s face, Haze leaned back in. Luca cupped his jaw, working quietly. His mind raced as he stilled himself, eyes narrowed, teeth chewing at his bottom lip. His hand was calloused, slender fingers warm, soft against the beast’s lips. He would pull away every few moments, taking a deep breath and rolling his neck. Haze nuzzled into his touch, a content purr rising from his chest. The vibrations reached Luca’s hand, putting him at ease. He rubbed Haze’s cheek, air halted in his throat. The stand curled further into Luca, broad shoulders encompassing him. Heart pounding, Luca let out a slow breath.

“Can I get your eyes, honey?”

Haze chuffed, trying to angle himself lower. Luca chuckled, shaking his head.

“I’m too short, I might have to stand on the sink.” He wobbled to his feet, balancing precariously on the counter, hands secure in the dips of Haze’s broad shoulders, fingers grazing his stitching. 

Haze watched, perplexed. Luca’s legs trembled as his blueberry socks slid against the counter. Instinctually, Haze reached out, grabbing Luca by the waist and pulling him snug against his torso. Luca tensed in Haze’s arms, legs comfortably twisting around the stand’s waist. He let out a small chuckle, clinging to the muscular figure beneath him.

“Maybe if we sit?”

Haze complied, taking a step back to perch on the edge of the tub. Luca settled easily into the mecha, legs hooked around his waist, hand resting on his chest. He slipped his fingers beneath Haze’s face-plate, slowly working at the stitching around his eyes. Purple Haze’s arms tightened around the boy in his lap, enamored by his gentle touch, his warmth, the kindness clearly outweighing the fear in his dark eyes. He was calm and tender, everything the stand and its user had ever craved.

“Alright, sweet boy.” Luca purred. “Want clean teeth?”

///

Sunbeams streamed through the room, stirring Fugo from his sleep. His eyes opened, almost effortlessly. His body felt unfamiliarly light, limbs loose, head refreshed. He sat up and stretched his arms over his head, a satisfied grunt slipping past his lips. He looked down at the foot of the bed, head cocked. Something felt different. He could barely remember the dream he’d had the night before. In a dimly lit room, someone held him, stroked his face, spoke sweetness into his ears and soothed his aches.

His eyes bugged out of his head. Nestled in a pile of blankets on the floor laid Luca, wrapped in Purple Haze’s muscular arms. His heart stopped cold, skin tightening, hands shaking, every hair on his body standing straight up. His stand had killed his roommate. In his sleep.

“Lucas?” His stomach flipped violently.

The small stand user stretched, a small squeak drifting past his lips. He dropped back down, cuddling closer to the monster. His head rested against Haze’s chest, arms tightly wound around his middle, legs tangled together. Fugo’s heart thumped beneath his ribs as Luca nuzzled into the physical manifestation of his soul. Confusion flooded his brain as he observed the scene once more. Purple Haze seemed content, body relaxed, eyes shut, chest rising and falling evenly. As if he were resting. Luca was fast asleep, calm, seemingly unscathed.

Dressed in solely his pajama pants, Fugo shivered. His narrowed eyes landed on the open window, and he frowned. He always slept with the window closed, he always had. More importantly, he rarely manifested Purple Haze, the stand’s abilities too lethal to control. He clambered out of bed, kneeling by Luca’s side.

“Lu.” He whispered, running a thumb along Luca’s cheek. “Luc, wake up.”

“Huh?” Luca stirred, eyes cracking open.

“Shh.” Fugo hissed. “I need you to get up, Lu. Be real quiet for me, yeah?”

“What?” Luca frowned, reaching to rub his eyes.

“Lucas, listen to me.” Fugo caught his wrist, knuckles white. “You are sleeping next to Purple Haze.”

“I know.” Luca grumbled, shaking his hand free. “Leave me alone.”

“Luca, he’s dangerous.” Fugo snipped.

“No, he’s not.” Luca rolled his eyes, a frown on his face.

“Lu, you don’t understan-”

“Yes, I do.” Luca scowled. “He’s fine if you’re just nice. Let me go back to sleep.”

Purple Haze shifted, and Fugo winced. “Luca-”

“Go away before you wake him up.” Luca rolled back onto his side, curling up to Haze’s torso.

Fugo blinked, taken aback. Luca had never spoken to him that way, he had commandeered his stand, and to top it off, Haze seemed to like the brunet better than his own user. Not to mention the butterflies fumbling through Fugo’s torso, his heart threatening to jump out of his mouth.

“I’ll make sure Abbacchio doesn’t drink all the coffee.” He croaked out, getting to his feet.

The wrinkles along Luca’s forehead disappeared, a small smile spreading across his face. “Thank you."

[pannas-boy]

Guido Mista x Luca Carpaccio, 'Welcome Home'*

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*Yet another standard anthro au, Mista works at Luca's gym, tee hee, etc