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pannas-boy · 5 months ago

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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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aise3gsh · 1 year ago

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Me sigue llamando la atención hacer un AU de jojo's x cookie run pero no se si seguir con la idea de knight como giorno, pitaya como diavolo y la mafia como los habitantes del Valle del dragón (capsaicing = fugo, fire spirit = Mista, dinosaur = narancia, mala sauce = bruno)

O con fire spirit como Joseph en battle tendency y wind Archer como Caesar, con longan como Kar, y pitaya y lotus como wamuu y acdc, con lychee como santana (pero sigo sin saber si usar a timekepper u otro legendario como lisa lisa)

#AU

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crying-fantasies · 2 years ago

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Warnings: implied childbirth, parenthood and some problems that come with it, self doubt, very old music, some fluff.

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You: Pink Floyd

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"Giorno"

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What Am I To You?

Different kinds of love: JJBA edition.

Synopsis: How they saw you, did they love you? Did they only liked you as a friend? Did they at least noticed?

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- But if that was true why were you there.

"Run away from here!" You thrown Jolyne and Rei out of the way with your Stand, Pucci was coming, fast, and all of you couldn't stand a chance against him.

"Wait, I'm not going to leave you here!" Jolyne screamed, using her Stand to drag you to their side, one that you were totally sure she didn't have before, you were so gonna ask Jotaro about this.

- You got severally injured but Jolyne saved your life.

- Rei activated his stand and got the three of you out, all your group could get to your final point.

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49 notas. Fecha de publicación: 11 de septiembre de 2022

Where Is Your Soul?

Synopsis: Everyone can live, everyone can have a future, a brighter one, if you give up your own.

Warnings: Character's death, suicide thought, self-sacrifice, angst, dismembered body, blood, mention of sexual assault, if you don't like this don't read, it's just me searching for some pain.

Jonathan Joestar

- When he declined your offer to keep searching for Dio's possible corpse he didn't believe that it would end like this, he wanted to spent time with Erina after so long, he could have told you, he really should have done it.

"Maybe later" He was trying to get to see her soon, so he left you there, in the street near your home, you only needed to turn around the corner and get safely to your house, "go straight home, it's dangerous at night"

In another reality you did as Jonathan told you

But now you decided to go along your own idea and turned around, entering the dark streets

- He never thought that you would go alone.

- When he heard of the shooting he didn't connect the dots right away, he thought that you would be still sleeping, your hair a mess and refusing to wake up earlier.

- Then, out of nowhere his father was calling for him, he was going downstairs when he noticed his master, Mister Zeppeli, with a gloomy expression that his father was starting to show too.

- His master appeared with something on his hands, when Jonathan saw it he didn't believed.

- He wished that it was a joke of yours, a weird one, a terrible one, a sick one.

"The body was found next to ashes and this..."

- He was holding your revolver, the one that your father gifted you so many years ago, one that your family didn't want back because of such a thing, such a tragedy, happening.

- It had blood over it, and anyone would know that it was yours.

- Jonathan didn't believed such a thing.

- George tried to stop his son but Jonathan was stronger, he was faster, he got to the place of the events in such a short amount of time.

Why wasn't I fast enough when you need him?

- When he arrived he found Speedwagon there, looking perplexed at the officers and a body in the floor, the blanket over it to spare the gruesome scene from the public didn't cover all the blood that was painting the floor or the walls.

"They really did it" he was trembling, crying, in his hand was your coat, the one that you used to carry all your guns around, it was empty, every gun and bullet on the floor, with blood, "They are both death, Dio is death and..."

- Speedwagon got wind of what was happening, but it was already late, when he got there he found you dragging your body on the floor, so much blood on your way, some kind of bloody pulp on your hands that then he realized was the remains of Dio.

- You left them fall in the sunrise light of the new day, smiling at him while it was turned to ashes that got carried away by the wind.

"Hey, Rob, I did it..." Your body on the floor, your hand full of ashes like some other parts of your body before you finally collapsed, he wanted to call for help but the police areived and at first they put the blame of such a crime on him.

- They just concluded that you committed suicide.

- Even if Jonathan asked Robert would never tell him that you used yourself to trap Dio in your embrace and started shooting, the bullets got to him but also your body, it weakened him and you could wait till the sunrise to finally kill him with the sun, the horrible escene would be forever on his mind.

- People would talk about you, about how your soul would haunt forever that street, how even in the future people would find the many bullets that you used in the walls near.

- Jonathan just thought, with tears on his eyes and your revolver in his hands, how reckless you were, just like always, even when he believed that Dio was already death you thought otherwise, not believing that everything ended, and you were right, even so, why didn't you ask him for help when you found Dio, why did you just go there all alone and without calling him for help, but what if you did, what if Dio caught you and you could only fight trying to survive? If you called for help but he was so far away to even know that you needed him there?

- Why did you choose to go there? All alone, almost ready to die for something that was supposed to be his responsibility.

- When his son is born, Jonathan would be overprotective, almost forbidding him to be near the place where the "Crazy ghost" would be roaming, that damned street where his nightmares would take place from time to time, punishing George when he, after a dare, put a foot in that place.

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81 notas. Fecha de publicación: 25 de septiembre de 2022

You and Me, in a Different Way (pt. 3-4)

Warnings: implied childbirth, parenthood and some problems that come with it, self doubt, very old music, some fluff after the angst.

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro: Star Platinum

You: All my Love

Result: Bring me The Horizon

- Star Platinum was a strong stand, no one could deny it, it didn't even care that it only could move in a short range, one of it's fists was enough to finish a battle and the ability to stop time didn't have a rival.

- You were quite sure that it was sentient, and there were moments when Star noticed you, affirming your suspicion.

"Oh my" he would appear out of nowhere when you entered Jotaro's studio, he was totally immersed in the papers in his hands, not noticing that his stand was getting near to you with curiosity, "hi there, Star" you would put your hand on their cheek, the stand closing it's eyes at the contact.

"What is it?" Now Jotaro was looking at you both, Star disappeared at that moment, "do you need help?" you wouldn't tell him, he would feel embarrassed of having so little control over himself (it was his own fault after not training his stand for years), so you changed the topic showing the reason why you got there to begin with.

"No, I just found your pen"

- Star Platinum was sentient, that is what you believed, and you also had the heavy theory that it was because Jotaro bottle up many things inside of him, so his stand showed what he couldn't, but it also showed everything that was related to his abilities multiplied tenfold, like the crazy strength or the excellent eyesight.

- That one time with the crazy shit of Alessi you noticed that Star could smile, in an... interesting way to say the least, showing all his teeth and an intense gaze.

- From time to time Star would change his usual estoic face, if Jotaro was enjoying something he would smile, if he was in the verge of laughter or extreme satisfaction, which was pretty rare, Star would show a big, and a little scary, smile.

"I mean, he does looks like you when you guys lost your shit back with the sun stand" you would never let him forget that, and he would never forget how embarrassed he felt when he noticed your horrified expression when he finally could compose himself.

"Give me a break, you also found it funny" he tried to cover his face with his hat, but you took his face in your hands, you could see his eyes looking at another place and his cheeks a little red.

"Nope, I was horrified, totally traumatized that you three just started laughing like crazy when we all almost died" and now you laughed at his angry expression.

- In your now normalized life you almost never called your stand, with Jotaro was the same, but there would be moments that Star appeared out of nowhere, a result of Jotaro not even using Star and leading to his poor performance with his stand.

"pepper, where is the pepper?" Jotaro was just doing dinner, he just felt at ease, and then he felt like he was touching something, but he didn't have anything in his hands, and then the feeling of being surrounded by something almost made him lost his grip on the frying pan, he called for his stand, who was being hugged by you at that moment.

"I couldn't resist it, you get angry if I disturb you and he was just here" you were saying that but didn't let go of the stand.

- Jotaro knew that you didn't use All Love often, mainly because it's eyes were too sensible to the light, it was pain to have such a ability in the middle of the dessert with all the sun, but it helped in the night.

- So he wasn't exactly sure of how to proceed when he found his stand next to yours, he heard that you were mumbling in your sleep, he was still up doing a paper, and now he noticed that your stand was out.

- All Love was big, sharp and twisted fangs, claws, totally black with little luminescent blue sprayed in it's body, big blue eyes that reflected the light, anyone that crossed paths with it could be scared of such a monster, but he didn't even bat an eye.

- Well, in reality it did scare him when he got to share rooms with you for the first time, but you didn't need to know that.

"Is it a nightmare again?" Your stand didn't said anything, just blinking and looking at him, you moved again, sweat on your forehead, "it's okay, I will take care of it from here" he then took place next to you, and your stand understood, disappearing shortly after.

- Jotaro never told you that when you were back in the dessert how good and also how bad your stand was, since the fact that you would scream when the sun got to it's eyes or the fact that All Love could inflict wounds and pain to any enemy near to you, but it also needed that those same injuries were inflicted in you first, and if you fainted due to the pain then your stand would fight for at least 5 minutes before disappearing, if that happened then the wounds would remain in you.

- And, yeah, that's how you ended up scarred.

- Jotaro lost count of how many times he found you in near death experiences, even ending with him accepting the wounds on you in order to safe your life.

"What were you thinking?!" You were bleeding, bad, your eye was almost out of it's place.

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90 notas. Fecha de publicación: 7 de noviembre de 2022

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What Am I To You?

Different kinds of love: JJBA edition.

Synopsis: How they saw you, did they love you? Did they only liked you as a friend? Did they at least noticed?

Warnings: Heart breakdown, Unrequited feelings, character´s death, spoilers

Jonathan Joestar

The one that held you dearly and loved but not in a romantic way

- Both born from noble families with business involved, both born with a golden spoon on the mouth.

- Jonathan was always the kind and golden star child that everyone knew that was going to have only happiness in his life, you were the crashed little girl with a pompous dress bigger than your body that maybe was going to be a beauty because you were little and for your lineage.

-Then you weren't as beautiful as other expected and Jonathan was what everyone expected.

- He was there for you when the other kids were cruel, he was there for you when your mother didn't show the same care and attention that she showed your sisters, all great beauties, or your father with your brother.

- He was there for you, low and below, in those tender and hard years of childhood.

- Jonathan was bounded to someone, you learned that from a book, for every prince there was a princess, he had a princess somewhere.

- So, with your 6 year old self, you wished him good luck with his love while your love and heart were buried underground by your own tiny hands to spare you a bigger pain in the future, just like the books said: princess were beautiful, gentle and sweet, you were nothing like that description.

- It did help when a certain blond girl appeared, Jonathan was in cloud nine after been with her only for a day, meanwhile you only cleaned the new revolver that you father gifted you the other day.

- And then there were some... strange events that you didn't even have the energy to try to give a proper reason, but in the bat of the eye Jonathan was already married and boarding a cruise to his honeymoon with his loved wife.

"I'm worried about you" he was always so concerned for you, from the moment you got your first gun to the moment you survived all the strange events.

"You are only gone for a few weeks, I will survive" you never told him that you have been recently seen a man, the son of a business partner of your father on Norway, he was decent, he was kind and funny to be with, sometimes kind of strange when he was talking to a wall with that curious red book on his hands.

- You wanted to invite him to your wedding, be the best man of your groom if possible, because he wasn't a social person but you knew that they would get along.

- You were the first one to be there to welcome Erina when she finally arrived to the port, a baby in her arms and another on her womb.

- You promised to Jonathan's empty coffin that you and your husband would help her to overcome all.

Joseph Joestar

The one that was too late to notice

- You didn't have much options to be honest, Joseph was always on the top of the world and he used it to his benefit in some occasions.

- You were born the same year in the same household, both of your grannies best friends, the Joestar household was warm, something interesting to do at any time because 1) Joseph always had this strange never ending energy inside of him and he always put the both of you on trouble, 2) you always had the red magical book of your grandfather, sometimes he would lend it to you or it would appear on your hands from thin air when you wanted it, 3) your big imaginary friend was always there for you doing metal trinkets.

"You are seriously a weird one" Joseph was such a pest sometimes, specially when he caught you with some strange little metallic thing on hands and saying thank you to the nothing.

"Says the guy who uses some kind of weird magic to open a soda"

"Ripple, it's called ripple!" How strange that such a name was on your grandfather's book, with something related to the sun and other things that you didn't understand.

- One thing lead to other, before you noticed you and Joseph were in Italy and you saw the handsomest man that you have ever seen.

"He is hot" it was a mere whisper, but Joseph heard it, he thought that you were talking about him and his new outfit, he did a weird pose in order to still had your attention, but he noticed that your eyes weren't on him.

You were seeing that Italian bubble guy bastard jerk of Caesar.

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130 notas. Fecha de publicación: 9 de septiembre de 2022

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years ago

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En @ Fugo be like 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

While you studied the blade I studied you. Wow those lips sure do look kissable

#en speaks #en's confessions #jjba #🍓strawberries and cigarettes fugo and en🍓#f/o stuff #jjba 5 #jjba f/o x s/i #pannacotta fugo #blame the wine #en + wine= recipe for disaster/hj

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darkcrowprince · 3 years ago

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★ Characters & Fandoms ★

| I write for all characters in these fandoms unless otherwise specified! | In case of said otherwise specified, don't even mention them to me in sexual context. Ever. | I'm not entirely caught up with every work in this list, but I don't mind spoilers and I can and will write for characters I haven't gotten to yet. | All of the characters in my works are always aged up, whether it's mentioned or not. | All the fem!characters in my writing are genderbent, at least as of now.

BNHA

One Piece

JJBA

HxH

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Tokyo Revengers

OHSHC

UtaPri

Saiki K.

Nanbaka

Kamisama Kiss

Genshin Impact

Pokemon

Danganronpa

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Twisted Wonderland

Obey Me

A3!

Ensemble Star!!

Ayakashi

Food Fantasy

Cookie Run

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Corruption of Champions

HnK

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The Royal Tutor

Orenchi no Furo Jijo

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lulidragon · 4 years ago

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Fugo x Narancia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sPbwcztuzA

Song in English

Canción en español

#jjba #fugo x narancia #yaoi #jjba yaoi

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x-infernhoes-x · 2 years ago

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it's just me and my husband with anger issues against the world /j

#🍓strawberries and cigarettes fugo and en🍓#en speaks #en's confessions #pannacotta fugo #f/o stuff #fugo my beloved #fugo my darling my love my sweetheart #f/o x s/i #en does art 🎨🎨🎨#jjba f/o #jjba fugo #jjba 5 #pannacota fugo

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lubay-nue · 5 years ago

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Desafíos Literarios 2

Notas del cap:

Este capítulo tampoco es parte del desafío sino una posibilidad de la vida real que gracias al cielo nunca sucedió… en este capítulo (único y ajeno a otros, sin conexión ni nada) los country son vistos como personas comunes y corrientes y nada tienen que ver con el país, son simples seres humanos… dentro de lo que puedan entrar en el contexto XP

Pareja: España x Mexica y Mexica con México (esta última no ship) ya verán ¬¬

2 - Ella es mi madre

-¿Qué fue lo que dijiste… Mexica?- sonó la voz de España suave aunque Mexica podía notar que era un tono de amenaza, ella de todos modos afilo su mirada segura y determinada negándose a ser intimidada por algo tan estupido

-Así es, entre a las fuerzas especiales de la policía- asegura ella con cierto tono de decepción y molestia en su voz. Después de todo, si España era su esposo y si se supone que habían decidido vivir el resto de su vida juntos, lo primero que esperas es que tu esposo se alegre de tus logros, ella, que en realidad quería entrar en relaciones internacionales (La aduana) no lo había logrado pero, en cambio, había entrado a las fuerzas especiales de la policía. Sabía que desde ahí, podría subir hasta las relaciones internacionales y ser un policía en la aduana, era su verdadera meta, lo más lógico era que su esposo estuviera alegre por ella no? No que la mirara con enfado y decepción

-¿Y qué vas a hacer?- pregunta después de un breve momento de silencios llenos de tensión, Mexica lo observa fijamente, es claro que ninguno está contento con la situación pero ella no se va a retractar solo porque parece ser que a su esposo no le ha agradado la idea

-Me iré a capacitación por 6 meses a Guadalajara y después volveré- anuncia ella, siendo interrumpida la conversación por un pequeño niño de 4 años caminando apresuradamente con un cachorro negro que corría a su lado, sin embargo, el pequeño country, de rostro blanco con flechas rojas a forma de una cruz, se detiene y abraza la pierna de su madre

-¡Mami! ¡Has vuelto! ¡Bienvenida a casa!- grita alegre el pequeño, Mexica pega un pequeño brinco y baja la mirada encontrando a su hijo de 4 años que lo abraza felizmente, los adultos se miran un fugaz momento antes de que la mujer cargue con el pequeño dejando en soledad al marido

-¡Hola mi amor!- dice la mujer alegremente alejándose de España con México en brazos quien ríe alegre de por fin tener a su madre de nuevo

La relación en “familia” que estaban llevando ellos en particular no era ni por asomo de la mejor… desde que se habían casado, las cosas habían ido de mal en peor… primero que nada, aun cuando Mexica se había casado realmente enamorada de España, es, como si este fuera un ser con dos personalidades diferentes, pues, el hombre que siempre había amado, de pronto se había vuelto alguien frio, alguien tosco, alguien cruel que incluso llego en una ocasión a encerrar a Mexica y a México recién nacido en su hogar mientras él iba a trabajar, por supuesto que las cosas no habían acabado bien, Mexica había pedido ayuda a Mapuche, su mejor amiga y vecina gracia al cielo, y, ayudada de esto, desde una ventana saco a México y luego salió ella. Lo que pasó esa noche… fueron fuertes gritos y disputas

México era pequeño, muy enfermizo, solía enfermar mucho y con mucha facilidad, prácticamente, se pasaba la mitad de su corta vida en hospitales por enfermedades comunes y la otra mitad fuera de ellos jugando con su pequeño cachorro que España le había regalado, un calupoh llamada Pixki, al menos, el pequeño ya no estaba tanto tiempo solo cuando Mexica y España salían a trabajar

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-Mamá… no te vayas…- pedía el pequeño México llorando, Mexica también estaba llorando, viendo como su pequeño niño estaba agarrando mas a fuerza que por gusto por la mano de España y como, aun cuando trataba de llegar hacia ella, España se lo impedía. Al final, no se había dicho nada más de la decisión de Mexica y ahora, estaban delante del camión que la llevaría a Guadalajara para comenzar su capacitación

-Solo será por poco tiempo mi amor, cuando regrese, tendremos todo el tiempo del mundo- decía la mujer con lagrimas en los ojos, México la miro de nuevo y siguió llorando con fuerza, el camión estaba a punto de partir, Mexica miro a España y le pidió que cuidara de él mientras ella no estaba, España se lo prometió y por fin, con lagrimas en los ojos y con un sentimiento de que no era tan buena idea, parte por fin a su capacitación lejos de su familia y de su hijo… hasta el cachorro ladro llamando a la mujer, pero ya estaba decidido

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Habían pasado los 6 meses desde su capacitación y Mexica fue la primera en bajar del camión sintiendo la emoción corriendo por su cuerpo, ni siquiera se espero a que los demás bajaran, solo corrió, tomo sus maletas y salió disparada en dirección de su hogar; la gran sonrisa y su corazón rebosante de emoción por ver a su familia se vio apagada tan abruptamente como se funde un foco o se apaga una vela, cuando, al llegar a su hogar, encuentra un letrero viejo de “Vendido” sobre las letras “Se vende”

Las cosas de Mexica cayeron abruptamente al suelo, su alma cayo con ellas y tembló; su rostro blanco se volvió cadavérico al tiempo que veía un nuevo carro de mudanzas llegar y una nueva familia mudarse a su hogar. Aterrada, busca con todas sus fuerzas, solo encuentra a Mapuche que le explica muy superfluamente…

España escapo con su hijo al tercer día de que Mexica se fue

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Los años habían pasado, Mexica caminaba cansadamente por las calles de una ciudad cualquiera en estados unidos. Después de ese fuerte golpe había puesto una denuncia por secuestro a su hijo, pero, jamás dieron con España y menos con México… fue como si la tierra se los hubiera tragado por completo a ambos…

Mexica había quedado devastada después de eso, de algún milagro, gracias a las insistencias de Mapuche para que siguiera con la búsqueda, había logrado mantener su empleo, ahora, más que nunca, subir le serviría. Si lograba llegar a relaciones internacionales indudablemente podría ir de viaje y en todos los lugares del mundo, podría buscar a su hijo desaparecido y al bastardo que se lo había robado…

De eso, habían pasado ya más de 11 años…

Hoy caminaba pesada y lentamente, cansada, abrazándose a si mismo ante el frio de la ciudad de Nueva York después de las temporadas de invierno, no había podido descansar correctamente después del robo de su hijo, muchas veces estuvo a punto de querer quitarse la vida. ¿Dónde estaba su hijo? ¿Qué había pasado con él? ¿Estaría bien? Algo que al menos, creía que podía decir con cierta seguridad, mayor a lo demás pero igual de titubeante… es que España sin lugar a dudas cuidaría bien de su hijo, se lo había demostrado en el tiempo que vivieron juntos, España estaba dedicado a su hijo y sabia que lo criaría bien… pero ¿Qué le diría sobre ella?

Seguramente inventaría mentiras como que ella fue la que los abandono, que se fugo con otro hombre… tonterías y marañas que Mexica se hacía en su cabeza tratando de pensar en su hijo y como seria ahora… subió la mirada al cielo nublado, comenzaba una nueva nevada y toma un hondo suspiro que deja salir su aliento en bruma

Waf waf waf waf

De pronto, su camino es detenido por un gran perro negro demasiado grande con un collar ligeramente grueso pero que logra sobresalir bien de entre todo su pelaje, en color verde, blanco y rojo con una pequeña placa en la parte blanca, Mexica lo mira fijamente, el perro, de ojos azules ladra sin cesar a la mujer pero ni eso le interesa realmente

-¡Pixki!- escucha un grito y Mexica pega un brinco, sus ojos se abren con sorpresa elevando la mirada al frente, pero delante suyo ve a un joven de rostro bicolor, un joven de bandera country en rojo, blanco y rojo con una hoja de maple en su frente

-Ho, lo lamento mucho señora; Pixki es inofensiva, ella nunca ataca, lo lamento tanto- susurra el joven avergonzado, quitando su corro con cola de mapache para disculparse seriamente con la mujer

-¿E-Es tu perro?- pregunta asustada la mujer, el joven vuelve a colocar su gorro en su cabeza y niega nervioso

-He… no, no directamente, es de mi hermano menor México- susurra suavemente sin querer ver a la mujer que, contrario a lo que pensaría, solo abre sus ojos con más fuerza susurrando suavemente un nombre…

-¡Pixki! ¡Canadá!- se escucha una nueva voz, ahora, a lo lejos, en la misma dirección en la que había venido aquel joven y el perro, llegan otros dos jóvenes, uno, con una bandera blanca a rayas rojas y un escudo azul con 50 estrellas y gafas de sol negras y otro joven, de bandera tricolor en verde blanco y rojo, con un escudo de un águila sobre un nopal comiendo una serpiente. Las lagrimas de Mexica comienzan a brotar cuando ve al joven tricolor acercarse con velocidad y con un chasquido hacer al perro sentarse en el suelo mirándolo fijamente

-Lo lamento mucho ¿Mi perro no le hizo daño?- pregunta rápidamente el latino mirando a la mujer, Mexica puede deducir que México no la recuerda o no la reconoce y ella solo comienza a llorar con más fuerza

-Ho por dios… no me diga que la ha mordido ¿Le duele? ¿Está sangrando? ¿Necesita un medico?- pregunta nervioso el latino mirando a sus hermanos, Canadá especialmente busca con la mirada alguna herida pero, está bastante seguro que cuando llego el perro solo estaba ladrándole y saltando a sus alrededores con emoción… aunque bueno, igual sabia que habían personas que le tenían miedo a los perros grandes y en especial a los perros negros, sabía que tal vez, esa mujer solo estaba asustada

-México… mi niño- susurra la mujer entre lagrimas, el latino deja de sentir miedo y abre sus ojos, por fin suelta el collar con el que había sujetado a Pixki y ahora nota como el perro, sintiéndose libre, comienza a correr y a girar a los alrededores de la mujer, México se siente congelado, mirando fijamente a la mujer delante suyo con más detalle

-… ¿Mexica?- pregunta, el había querido llamarla madre pero… ¿Y si no era?, la mujer solo lo mira, rompiendo a llorar con tal sentimiento que México rápidamente se siente mal, corre sin pensarlo y abraza a la mujer que se siente frágil repentinamente. Cuando ambos se abrazan, México tiene un recuerdo vago… un abrazo así de cálido pero no tan frágil…

-Ho… mi niño, mi hermoso niño- llora la mujer con fuerza, ahora comprende…

-Mamá- susurra México suavemente aferrando las ropas de la mujer, ahora, ambos comienzan a llorar mientras el perro ladra con fuerza girando en círculos alrededor de la mujer y del joven, Canadá y USA se miran confundidos la escena sin comprender absolutamente nada

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Hubo un pesado silencio en aquella cafetería, Mexica seguía llorando aunque ya no con tanta fuerza, México, quien también tenía los ojos rojos por haber llorado, estaba a su lado derecho, agarrando con fuerza una de sus manos, entrelazando ambos los dedos y sonriéndose mutuamente, USA y Canadá miraban a la pareja confundidos, Pixki había tenido que ser metida en silencio y ocultada bajo el mantel de la mesa para que nadie la notara, agradecían los otros que el perro fuera tan obediente (solo con las ordenes de México) y que se quedara quieta por largas temporadas de tiempo

-¿Y bien? ¿Piensan explicar que está pasando o nos seguirán dejando de lado?- pregunta USA molesto cruzándose de brazos, México lo mira y una apenada sonrisa se muestra, no es un insulto, no es una sonrisa divertida ni nerviosa… es pena y una tristeza que no había brotado en el tricolor hasta ahora, pero, en vez de dar una explicación para ellos, solo mira a su madre limpiando con su mano libre las lagrimas de la mujer

-…- no sabía cómo debía comenzar… ¿Qué debía de decir? ¿”Mi padre”? ¿”España”?... justo ahora, de no ser por las lagrimas y el dolor, bien podría estar molesto con su padre más que con su madre… pero no… su otro padre, le había dicho una y mil veces que no fuera visceral, que siempre buscara por la verdad preguntando los diferentes tipos de vista, alguien debe de mentir y en algo, la historia debe de coincidir…

-Mi padre… España, me dijo… que tu… nos habías abandonado y… que él… se fue conmigo lejos porque… te habías ido con alguien malo y no quería que nos encontraran o nos harían daño- susurra México, algo que no sabían sus hermanos, claro, esto paso cuando todos eran demasiado pequeños, la mujer miro a su hijo y una sonrisa rota broto en ella

-¿Eso fue lo que te dijo?- pregunta ella, México solo asiente, ver a la mujer llorando le parte el corazón también

-Pero no le creí… madre, tu no eras alguien que haría eso… solo, lo sabia… aquí- susurra, colocando la mano de la mujer en su pecho, ella, sin soportarlo vuelve a llorar y abraza con fuerza a su hijo, la situación de ellos dura demasiado, Canadá y USA se miran a cada rato, dejando de lado la situación un rato, es USA quien saca su teléfono aburrido hasta que vuelvan a hablar los otros

-¿Y entonces que paso en realidad? Tiene toda la pinta de que hay algo aquí que no cuadra- una vez más, es la voz de USA quien saca de su momento a la familia, Canadá le da un golpe de codo en su costado regañándolo pero es cierto, Mexica trata de reír un poco y ahora, mirando a su hijo, habla suavemente

-Había conseguido entrar a las fuerzas especiales de la policía, debía de ir a Guadalajara por 6 meses para mi capacitación. Tu padre España no estuvo de acuerdo con esta situación pero no dijo nada mas allá de eso… cuando regrese, tú y tu padre ya no estaban más en nuestro hogar- susurra por lo bajo, quebrándose de nuevo su voz por las lagrimas, Canadá y USA abren sus ojos sorprendidos mirándose entre ellos y luego a la familia

-¡¡¡Pero qué hijo de su Santisima Puta madre!!!!- grita colérico Canadá golpeando la mesa con sus manos, todos lo miran sorprendidos, México suelta una suave exhalación que parece querer ser una risa baja, hay silencios y por fin, en un leve carraspeo, México limpia sus lagrimas y toma con ambas manos, la mano de su madre

-Madre, quiero presentarte a mis hermanos… bueno, medios hermanos o hermanos adoptivos- le dice guiñándole el ojo

-Este es Canadá, el más tranquilo y centrado de los tres, este otro cara de marrana es USA- dice divertido notando como el mencionado le saca la lengua y con puño cerrando lo envía hacia atrás (en una mentada de madre mexicana) México ríe ante las acciones de sus hermanos, todos sabían que, los “insultos mexicanos” eran algo que siempre hacían reír al latino y ahora, más que nunca, lo hacían con más énfasis para aliviar su dolor

-Mucho gusto mis niños, soy Mexica, la madre de México- anuncia la mujer estrechando agradablemente la mano de los otros que, muy educados corresponden el saludo

-No me vas a creer pero, unos años después de tu desaparición mi padre fue y se caso con Inglaterra, es buena gente, no tuvo problemas con mi padre y conmigo, es más, no hicimos familia muy rápido pero… mi padre siempre me prohibió volver a mi hogar porque decía que sería mortal para mí por esa pendejada de tu supuesta pareja matona… argg- gruñe molesto el latino rascando desesperado su nuca con enfado, Canadá sonríe suavemente y ríe un poco

-Si supiera señora… México ha estado trabajando en los últimos años a espaldas de nuestros padres, estaba ahorrando todo lo necesario para poder pagarse un boleto de avión de ida y vuelta- anuncia Canadá bajando la mano de la mesa con un waffle y dándoselo al perro que gustoso lo come con velocidad, seguido de Canadá en sus acciones, le sigue USA dándole un pan entero

-Y nosotros le estábamos ayudando- asegura USA inflando su pecho, Mexica ríe por lo bajo divertida, México también y así, ambos van charlando amenamente, Mexica y México tienen oportunidad de ponerse al día con sus historias, todo lo que ha pasado, todo por lo que han vivido… es un momento agradable recuperándose de todo lo perdido

Ahora, Mexica ha recuperado a México…

¿Qué pasara después?

Notas finales:

Y ya está… si, lo sé, lo corte, pero entre que dije que eran fragmentos de ideas, la verdad, me cortaron la inspiración ¬¬ es decir, yo acá escribiendo como si no hubiera un mañana y pum, que me mandan a comer XD así que nada, cuando regrese y mire el texto me quede tipo… wey ¿Y ahora que procede? Igual, si le sigo, daría paso a un fic y la verdad, no es una idea que quiera desarrollar ¬¬ como dije, así como en las películas de terror se dice “basado en hechos reales” esta… se podría decir medio basada… es un “hubiera” de no ser por ciertas acciones que lo negaron…

SI, esta situación “hubiera” pasado en la vida real, gracias al cielo no paso nunca XD wiiii

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Hi En 💕 visiting your ask box as a fellow Fugo admirer. I was wondering..

1. What’s your favorite merchandise of strawberry boy? If you can’t choose one then what are some of your faves?

2. What is the cutest date your OC and Fugo would go to? I personally can see Fugo taking them both on a picnic then reading for hours.

Hi Bella!! You're always welcome here! 💕💕

Oh boy, merch for Fugo? Well admittedly, my country doesn't have like a lot of jojo merch to begin with (I mean it's still well known here but not so much to like have a widespread of bootleg merchandise or something of the sort) but I genuinely really want one of the neckties bandai released for Fugo back in 2019 bc I thought it would be cute to have a copy of one of his ties and use it as either a makeshift headband or a hair tie, yknow?

Other than that, I also like the seiko watch! I remember reading about it and immediately wishing I had one but they didnt sell the watch here so :'D But I do have the next best thing which are these cute strawberry earrings my aunt bought me when she, my sister and grandma went out this one time. I wear it every now and then and I think it's the closest thing I have to having like Fugo merch.

As for the date? The cutest thing me/my sona could do for Fugo is probably taking him out to this interactive museum near my place called the Mind Museum! I've been there before with my family and I think it would be a fun date for us both since it's an interactive environment and I could see the both of us geeking out and stuff!

#en speaks #en's confessions #🍓strawberries and cigarettes fugo and en🍓#pannacotta fugo #f/o stuff #fugo my beloved #fugo my darling my love my sweetheart #me and my moots #f/o x s/i #moot stuff #@abellaheart-blog

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years ago

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I'm going to make sure you get all of this love and attention, Panna!! You deserve all of it!!

Also you're always in my thoughts as well!! (to the point I'm questioning if you ever get tired of running around hahahathatwasapoorlyexcecutedpickuplineffs)

Also hearts??? For me?? I'm,,,, ily??? sm????🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💞💕💖💕💖💕💞💖💞💝💖💕💖💖💞💕

To Fugo: ACCEPT MY LOVE AND AFFECTION FOR YOU PLEASE YOU DESERVE THE WHOLE ASS WORLD DAMNIT >:(((((( 💕❤💕❤💕❤💕❤💕❤💕❤💞💖💞💖💞💖💕💝

🍓oh wow all those hearts for me? Thanks… That’s a bit surprising to see. No no it’s not a bad thing I guess I’m just not used to getting all this attention and affection but thank you… I want to give you some hearts back too 💚💚💚💚 I’m really flattered you took the time to send this and that you thought of me

-Fugo

#fugo mY BELOVED #NO THOUGHTS HEAD EMPTY ONLY FUGOOOOO #iM GOING TO SOB #@ THE MUN RUNNING THIS BLOG ILY THANK YOU SM #en.exe has crashed #en speaks #f/o stuff #fugoooooooo #fugo my darling my love my sweetheart #f/o x s/i #jjba f/o #f/o #@ THE MUN AGAIN THANK YOU I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!!

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x-infernhoes-x · 2 years ago

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Haven’t posted self-shipping stuff as of late but here are some FugoEn selfies during date night and home pics <3 <3 <3

#en speaks #en's confessions #🍓strawberries and cigarettes-fugo and en🍓#Self-Shipping #jjba f/o x s/i #jjba f/o #jjba fugo #Pannacotta Fugo #fugo my beloved #fugo my darling my love my sweetheart #also hi hello I forgot to mention I have like green hair now haha #at least yknow #part of my hair #but yeah

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years ago

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🍓Strawberries and Cigarettes- Fugo and En🍓, The Story So Far

(Aka FugoEn relationship lore :')) )

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Act 1, Scene 1- The First Meeting

[Butterflies in Love- Sir Cubworth]

Pannacotta Fugo and Eunice Flores, two sides of the same coin. Different in so many ways than one that people would think that Eunice would’ve cried on the spot or even lose her calmness the moment she crossed paths with Passione’s sharp-witted consigliere, Pannacotta. But like every tale, this was certainly a plot twist on both their ends given how cautious these two were in terms of meeting new people, let alone trusting someone and let them in their inner world so easily.

The two had crossed paths several times without them knowing or let alone hearing stories from their shared friends--- Fugo had first heard about the ravenette from Trish and Bruno while the latter had heard about him from Koichi’s tales passed down to him from the Boss of Passione himself, Giorno Giovanna. Sometimes they would cross paths online, just for a fleeting moment before moving on, other times catching a glimpse of one another at a mall, a grocery store or even at a bookstore, assuming they were just another face in the world, never to be seen again. Cut to the year 2020 where the two had finally met each other properly for the first time in all of the moments they had crossed one another countless of times. It was on the wedding of Bria and the Don of Passione and of course, Fugo was making some of his rounds for the night socializing with some of his friends and guests and associates alike, at this point, Trish had beckoned him over to where she stood with Bucciarati and the rest of his friends alongside with a painstakingly familiar yet new face he could easily pick out from a crowd.

Enter, Eunice (or as the pink haired popstar had corrected him, En) giving Fugo a small smile and nod, clearly shy and wary but intrigued about meeting Fugo face to face, stating that she was Trish’s personal bodyguard and close confidant and that she was a stand user as well---which made Fugo more intrigued. It was funny really, seeing the two slightly fumble over their words, awkwardness seeping in. Mista had stated in a joking manner they looked like two introverts in love (which of course, had resulted with Fugo flipping the gunslinger off) before the rest of the group left the two of them to socialize with one another. The interaction itself were noticed by some of the guests and of course, even the Bride and Groom themselves and they could see how both Fugo and En were in rapid conversation about something that had caught the other’s conversation just minutes after they were left alone and it even left Abbacchio himself stunned at how these two managed to hit it off.

Despite this, they could tell that the duo was still wary of one another, clearly aware of their own personal bubbles---hell it even showed when Marah, Bria and Trish paired both En and Fugo for a dance.

Act 1, Scene 2- A Game of Cat and Mouse

[Sonata No. 17 in C- Mozart]

Despite knowing each other for more than a couple few months or so, both Fugo and En were still at it with their little game of Cat and Mouse. At this point, En had kept her best friend, Josuke in the loop with it and like every best friend, Josuke was well aware of his dear friend’s romantic pursuits and the tears she’s shed throughout their teen years and in complete honesty, the pompadour-haired lad was getting tired of seeing his best friend play this silly game of Cat and Mouse. It was obvious from the way the bespectacled ravenette spoke about Fugo that she was head over heels from him and based from what Josuke had read from the screenshots En had sent him while they spoke on a video call along with En’s best friend, Fugo was completely head over heels for her as well.

It didn’t take the duo long until Fugo had decided to court En (much to Josuke’s relief) and that all of their fears and worries washed away and replaced with relief and for once, something entirely different from the things they both felt. Fugo felt calm for once, his mind clear and free of the haze that seemed to cloud his vision, he didn’t feel on edge but for once, he felt safe and cared for and even loved and En too, shared the same sentiment. Their relationship soon blossomed into something more and due to the nature of their work, both had agreed to keep their relationship a secret from everyone to ensure both of their safety.

Act 2, Scene 1- XVI: The Tower

[Sonata no. 23- Appassionata mov. 3- Beethoven]

Fugo had disappeared for at least a month. En knew Fugo had been sent on a mission by Giorno but usually his missions would not last this long or let alone go so far without a text and it made her feel restless, anxious even. En’s apprehensive mood managed to affect the local climate and somehow worsened when she and Trish were informed by Narancia and his wife that Fugo and some of his subordinates had been caught by their enemies and overwhelmed them.

With no time to spare, the quartet left to head over where everyone else was to discuss and set in motion their rescue mission. Hours later, the group had managed to locate where Fugo and his associates were and most of them were in bad shape, including their team leader as well. The moment En had laid her eyes upon her beloved’s body in such a near precarious state, her calm demeanor still intact but everyone saw the same wrath Fugo was known for, reverberating off of her like waves. A storm was raging outside the location where Fugo had been held and the sounds that everyone heard was the continuous sounds of rain pelting furiously down whatever solid surface there was, the cracks of lighting and the heavy clap of thunder.

Once the storm had passed, the enemy, though greatly incapacitated thanks to En, was dealt with by the rest of Passione while the rest of the team recuperated in one of their safe houses for the time being until things were settled. With the atmosphere heavy and tense, it didn’t help the moment Fugo had found out about what his girlfriend had done and it had resulted in a heated argument between the two of them. In Fugo’s case, he was mad for two things: all of his efforts in keeping his girlfriend safe and be held away from a life of crime went down the drain just like that and how he felt like as if he had failed her while En, on the other hand was upset, all she wanted to do was to aid Fugo, to protect him just as he had done for her and if she had not jumped in to help and save him, he would have been gone. Things had gone sour immediately and ended with Fugo isolating himself from everyone else in fury while En was seen rushing out of her beloved’s room in a hurry, expression hidden behind her locks, leaving a miniature hurricane in her departure that seemed to rage on for what seemed a month and a half.

Act 2, Scene 2- Reconciliation

[A Most Rare Vision- Boswell and Mascagni]

It had been exactly two months since their argument. Two months of complete and utter silence and two months of complete isolation and contemplation. Everyone thought that both Fugo and En’s friendship had ended right then and there. The rest of the gang had never seen Fugo look so forlorn, hell he didn’t even had the energy to be mad or be upset, the last Bruno had seen him like this was when he had returned to Passione after his mission with Sheila E. and Murlo but that was at least four or five years ago and he had also heard from Trish, Bria and Marah in passing, En wasn’t doing so well either and in the rare times he would chat with her, her responses were brief and lacked that usual spark she had. Unlike the others, Bruno was well aware that the duo were certainly more than just friends just as the two of them had claimed, so he had formulated a plan that will get the two talking and forgive each other to end this misery pit the duo had dug for themselves.

Two days later, En and Trish arrive back at Naples after her tour around Italy. Of course, she was unaware of Bucciarati’s plan to get her and Fugo in speaking terms again. When night fell, their merry little group held a small celebratory dinner at Libeccio’s as per Bruno’s request, at first En was rather hesitant, she knew that if she were to attend this dinner, it would mean that she would see Fugo and felt uncertain about meeting Fugo again face to face (little did she know, Fugo had felt the same way about the very meeting itself and if she could see him right now, En was certain that he would be pacing around, his nails anxiously digging into the skin on the back of his palm). But she had made up her mind, if she were to meet Fugo face to face, might as well try and reconcile with him if she wanted to fix their relationship. Just as she was about to leave her hotel room, there Fugo stood, just outside of her doorway, fist raised as if he were to knock, his mouth agape and skin flushed before the male before her tried to calm himself down. The silence between them both was deafening as the two of them stood there, staring at one another, waiting on baited breaths, unsure of what to say or let alone, where to begin and just as the moment had happened, both Fugo and En apologized to one another at the very same time as they began to converse, slowly but surely.

The apology itself was honest despite it being long overdue and awkward at most but the two had agreed on one thing: to trust each other no matter what and have each other’s backs come what may and sealed the deal with an embrace as both Fugo and En made their way down to the dinner party with a pleased Bucciarati, seeing as his plan to get the two of them to bury the hatchet worked.

It won’t be long until Fugo and En would reveal the true nature of their relationship to the rest of the group.

Act 3, Scene 1- Full Disclosure

[The Four Seasons Recomposed: Spring I-Max Ritcher]

A year had then passed since that event, Fugo and En’s relationship seemed to have strengthen overtime and the duo were pretty serious about one another. Tonight, GioGio held a luxurious gala in celebration of his wedding anniversary and the both of them wanted to keep the announcement a bit subtle so that they wouldn’t steal their hosts’ spotlight. Night fell and soon both of them made their trip to their Don’s gala. It was evident on the ride there that both of them were nervous, sure making their relationship known to the public was exciting but also frightening given the fact that potential and possible enemies could use this against them, these were the thoughts that ran across Fugo’s mind but En kept him steady, reassuring them that things will be fine and that no matter what would happen.

Once the two of them were there, they both went on their separate ways for the time being to socialize with the rest of the gang. Occasionally, one of them would steal quick and lingering glances at each other and soft smiles cleverly disguised as a part of the conversation they were in (of course, at this point, Giorno was beginning to notice as well and gave Bucciarati a glance to see that he too, knew. The look both Fugo and En had was of pure love and Giorno knew that they were more than just friends, he could recognize that look anywhere because it was the same look he and Bria shared, he saw it with Marah and Narancia as well.) at this point, the rest of the gang had gathered as per Giorno and Bucciarati’s request and there, they all saw it, how Fugo and En glided through the dancefloor, lost in their own world, their gazes never leaving each other and their grip firm and they’ve never seen Fugo this happy before. Once the duo made their way back to the group, they were bombarded with positive reactions from some of their friends, some had questions as to when they became a thing or let alone how long was this going on.

Act 3, Scene 2- Current Events

[Le Cygne- Saint Saens]

As of now, En and Fugo are both 22 now and living out their best life together, both reside somewhere in Napoli, Italy in their apartment alongside with their roommate, Guido Mista and at least their 4-now-turned-5-because-of-Mista-insisting-that-they-should-adopt-another-one cats. Occasionally, Marah, Narancia, Giorno, Bria and everyone else would visit them and hang out. At this point, both Giorno and Bria had formally invited En to join Passione, which of course, surprised the brunette and told them that she and Fugo will talk about it later on.

Right now, En is still Trish’s bodyguard turned personal assistant while Fugo’s still Passione’s number 1 consigliere. Despite having different career choices, there’s never a dull moment between the couple.

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Credits:

Aesthetic boards are made by me

Bria Adal-Giovanna is @mrsgiovanna and Marah Montero-Ghirga is @ghirganatik !

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