#i want giogio to have the best family life

[cinemaspoppycornuwu]

[This is for @mrsgiovanna event. Bria, I hope you like it]

[Tag: Giorno x Bria (the year is 2003)]

[Prompt:]

"Are you... Wearing my shirt?"

Bria looked to the side for a moment and said "Yeah...?"

"It looks like a dress on you" he smirked, crossing his arms and gazing at the petite girl. Since his 16 years old, Giorno has been getting slowly closer (physically) to the other Joestar men of the family. Sometimes, when they went to sleep together, Bria wore his shirts.

"And so?"

"Nothing. It just looks so adorable on you." He spoke softly when he went toward her direction

"You know what else is adorable?"

"Oro?"

"Him too." She said as she put her hands around his waist, looking up at him. Being shorty has it's perks "I actually meant those cat ears of yours~"

"Cat ears?" The raven haired girl stood in the point of her feet to gently touch his hair that has a part that resembles like a cat "Oh... Come here, then!" He picked her up, making the young lady yelp for a second until she started bursting out laugh.

Soon, both were on the majestic bed, laughing and Giorno was already attacking Bria's neck with kisses "Giogio, it tickles!"

When Bria met Giorno in his life, she didn't expected to have such a huge importance in the golden boy's life. And both can agree that love is something unexpected. It is slowly built, even though when you see that person for the very first time your heart races, your pupils dilate, cheeks blushing. For Giorno and Bria, it was the best feeling in the world finding someone who was not only their romantic partner but best friends.

Sometimes, they wonder if they had never met in live. What a strange scenario would be for everyone.

"GIOGIO, STOP! AHAHA! I surrender!"

"Ah, yes. The almighty boss caught you~" only she was allowed to see that more playful side of his more often.

"Come on, I am the true boss around here~"

"The boss of mafia? Hmm, kinda far. But boss of my heart? Definetly"

"Come here~" cupping gently his face with her soft hands, pulled him closer to a tender kiss. Her lips tasted like cherry lip balm. But for the leaf green eyed boy, it was only heaven.

"Oi, don?" A voice has broke their mood, turning their heads to the door direction. Mista. All he saw was Giorno on top of Bria and that made the older one smirk "Giorno, you sly horny dog"

"Look who is talking" both answered at the same time.

"I have pedigree" said as he pretended to flip his fake long hair (he was wearing the classic hoodie. Mista's hair is hidden).

"Sure. And no shame on your face on appearing like that" Bria replied

"I'd give these relatory for the two of you but since Bria was such a meanie..."

"Give me that" Giorno got off Bria and grabed Mista's paper, taking a quick analysis, in their bed "Oh. One more job successful. Great job for the squad who did it though."

The gunslinger nodded "By the way, there will be a formal ball requiring your presence, Giorno. Yours as well, Bria. It will be next week."

"Do you know who invited us?" She asked.

"It's in Siccily. The answer is quite obvious."

Giorno sighed, leading his fingers to his forehead "What have I done to recieve that guy in my life...?"

"Don't worry, amore mio. I guess he just wants to deal with you about something important."

"I do hope so, princess... You're dismissed, Mista, thank you."

"And Bria, that tone of pink doesn't look good of you. It looks way bette on me"

"Mista, you have FOUR seconds to run before I throw this pillow on you." She picked up a small pillow just to tease him.

"Why do you have to be like this?" That's all he has said before he left swearing at his unlucky number.

"We will go, Bri. But I don't trust that guy so close to you."

"Aaawn, Gio! I'm all yours and you know that!"

"I know, dolcezza. But what if he tries something you don't want? That's what I fear?"

"If he had tried something with, do you think I'd let it quiet?" She comforted him by gently interwining her fingers through the golden hair "It's alright."

"If you say so..." he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

[paraedoxon]

uh...i just doodled me some fanservice

don't judge

[mrsgiovanna]

Between the devil and the deep blue sea (Yakuza!Josuke x Reader x Don Giorno)

If you're looking for cinnamon bun Josuke and cinnamon roll Giorno this is NOT it. The reader is a courtesan in this instance, and the Duwang gang (heh) are actually a branch of the Yakuza. (Just a darker, criminal Jojo AU)

This request took way too long, @rubyninja1 here you go love, I hope this is what you were envisioning.

All characters are aged up as this occurs many years after Giorno becomes Don.

TW: Very OOC, yandere behavior if you squint, yakuza x mafia au, suggestive content.

Word Count: 1.7k

Minors please DNI with this post and block the n/sfw tag

You stared at your reflection in the misty mirror, wiping off the steam in one swipe. You had a very important engagement to get ready for, and for the first time since you entered this business, you were nervous. Ever since Giorno became the Don of Passione, the drug trade came to a grinding halt. The rules were adapted to suit his ideals and keep Italy’s youth safe from drugs. But there remained one problem- the activities of the former execution squad… at the best of times, the income brought in was meagre, not really being enough to support all of the assassins, and with the new regime, even those jobs had all but dried up. You had to get creative to generate a livable income, and after many conversations and playing to the Don’s affections for you, you were able to persuade him to allow you and an elite group of escorts to run your business while still being under the protection of Passione.

Under normal circumstances, Giorno would not have allowed you to do something like this, but you had asked him to give you just one month to prove that you would be able to protect yourself while doing the line of work you had proposed, him hoping silently that you would grow tired of that life in favor of a more mundane activity, however, in that short amount of time, not only had you established your business, but you had become the most requested companion, which meant you could accept and deny requests at will- suddenly money was no longer your motivation. It was an intoxicating feeling… being that desired, it was altogether euphoric watching them crumble at your sweet rejections. It was fair game for any man, deciding your rules according to your latest whims, although, one man was above all of those games, being in a superior league all on his own. There was no waiting, or appraising when your presence was requested by Don Giovanna. Most times he would request for you to entertain his associates, close to him so he could keep an eye on you- one of many guardians that you had collected over the years.

Moving into your adjoining room you put on the beautiful silken embroidered outfit and hair ornaments sent to you by Giorno- tonight was a special night as the Don wasn’t just hosting any old Mafiosi, these guests were his esteemed associates from Japan. Over and above the usual treatment doled out to those who met with the don, this visit was more important than most. The head of the visiting group was a relative of Giorno’s, so there was no room for error. You wondered about his convoluted bloodline, hearing murmurs about his origins, but nothing was ever confirmed or denied other than the fact that his mother is Japanese, and nobody dared to push further for answers, not that it mattered in any case, by this time, Giorno had rearranged the entire structure of Passione, and for all intents and purposes it worked, sustainably generating copious amounts of money with minimal bloodshed.

Right, mascara and I’ll be done you mused as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup. No sooner had you finished primping your lashes did you hear a knock on your door.

“It’s open…” you called out from the seat in front of your mirror.

“(y/n), they’re ready with the car downstairs, whenever you’re ready to go…”

“Thank you Ris…” the words left your carefully painted lips, barely acknowledged by your capo when he turned to leave. Well, referring to him as Capo was now redundant seeing that you were an entity in your own right, but old habits die hard, and you still respected him in the same way. He always worried before you set out on these types of missions, remembering a time when you used to be sent out on missions by him. Nonetheless, those days were over now, and you had a new role to fulfil.

There was nobody downstairs when you left, so you exited quietly and steeled your mind on the drive to the private cigar lounge.

“Fugo, I’ll be in my study, please alert me when Higashikata and his associates are here. Also confirm with Risotto if (y/n) is on board for this evening,”

“Of course Giogio, excuse me, I’ll also follow up with Mista on the status of the Capos he’s in charge of- I’ll have feedback for you in an hour,” with a small nod of acknowledgement Fugo took his leave and Giorno went back to examining the documents sent to him beforehand about the strange occurrences in Morioh, Washington, and now Naples. This was the start of something ominous, having a nagging feeling that this wasn’t the last time he would have to meet Josuke. It’s highly unusual for organisations like Passione and the Gokudo to interact in this manner, but this situation was exceptional, and when Jotaro had made contact with Giorno explaining the situation, he couldn’t turn a blind eye, and as such, Josuke was sent in his stead to meet with the young Don.

“Giogio, we should leave now if we want to get there before Higashikata’s group, Mista will meet us there,” with that, the Don and his consigliere had left to receive their guests.

Scents of old leather, expensive tobacco, and even more expensive cologne filled the air when you sauntered in. A handsome man with a pompadour, donning a designer suit, shirt opened a few buttons too low displaying the elaborate patterns adorning his chest offered you a wicked grin from across the room. Just next to him, another ruggedly good looking man with scars across his face nursed a drink while emphatically making conversation with a white haired young man who had a beautiful raven-haired woman draped over him.

“Ah, (y/n), there you are, come on, take this to Don Giovanna and Mr Higashikata,” Maria the head hostess, pushed a bottle of cognac into your hands, the Mafiosi already having gone through a couple of rounds before your arrival.

You approached the rowdy table, offering apologies for the delay, nestling yourself between Giorno and Josuke with a flirtatious giggle.

“Well dollface, it seems good things come to those who wait, so I’ll overlook it… this time,” You were surprised with the fluency at which Josuke spoke Italian- perfect Neapolitan dialect.

“Your Italian is impeccable Higashikata-sama,” you commented, remembering the honorifics you read about. Josuke looked impressed, cocking an eyebrow, taking a sip of the expensive liquor that remained in his glass, readying himself for you to pour him another drink. Watching the exchange, Giorno downed the rest of his drink as well, and took care of the formal introductions, not that it mattered in any case. You were being pulled in all to quickly by the magnetism exuded by the young man, being lulled by the dulcet tones of his voice. I guess this runs in the family you thought to yourself, recalling your first encounter with the don. Giorno continued his conversations with the rest of Josuke’s associates, discussing the occurrences that had brought them all the way to Naples, but kept one eye on you at all times. He wasn’t sure if it was Josuke’s brazen attitude, or your fawning, but the entire situation had annoyed him, which didn’t make sense even to him seeing that you were acting on his instruction… although by this point, you weren’t really acting.

“So Higash…”

“Please, call me Josuke,”

“Okay, Josuke, those are some interesting tattoos you have…” you say, delicately tracing the patterns on his chest with a manicured finger.

“Wanna see the rest of it?” not really waiting for an answer, Josuke unbuttons the rest of his shirt to show you the elaborate design on his back, a large stunning dragon sprawled menacingly across the taut skin, stopping just shy of star-shaped marking on his shoulder.

“Hey, that looks like the same mark on the don’s shoulder…” the young man pulled his shirt and coat back on and eyed Giorno knowingly, to which the don wordlessly replied with a smirk as he raised his glass. Giorno wasn’t always that condescending, but he had the urge to make it known that hewas the one who had been acquainted with you first. Not that any of that had bothered Josuke, he wasn’t one to fall for minor acts of derision when he had set his sights on something he wanted, and right now, that was you. Missing that entire interaction as you refreshed everyone else’s drinks, you returned to the table, however Josuke wanted to take your conversation to another location, somewhere quieter.

You lead him to one of the private meeting rooms, slowly sliding the door shut. Turning around to face him, you noticed the look on Josuke’s face changed, eyes darker, expression demanding your attention, which you were unable to avert regardless of your efforts. This feeling was exhilarating to you, for so long you had mostly been in charge of your encounters, only ever yielding control to Giorno when you were with him.

“Y’know, your don was doing his best to make it known that he’d been here first… I don’t much care for the conquest or doing things first, all that matters is doing it right…” inching closer towards you, a pair of strong arms placed you on the table, hungry lips captured your own, your hands attempting to go into his hair when you were gently reprimanded. As much as this was a job for you, evidence of your excitement pooled in your lingerie and left your lips in muted moans as deft hands and lips skillfully worshipped your body, bringing you to the precipice of ecstasy so many times before allowing you to fall in.

“Good girl… look at you, barely able to think…” Josuke spoke into your shoulder, resting his head there while he waited for you ride out your climax.

Outside your little slice of heaven, your absence was obvious, Giorno having concluded his business, had started to take his leave, not before catching a glimpse of your slightly disheveled form exiting the room. You didn’t see him watching you with a scowl, already having set in motion a plan for your future in both his life and the organization… for now the moment though it seemed ignorance truly was bliss.

[depravitymoon]

Yandere Bucci Gang knocking up Darling Headcanons

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

Thought this was the perfect day for Yandere Family Headcanons. This is NOT a Father Headcanon. It’s a head canon about how your Bucci Gang Yandere made you a mother and their reaction.

This should go without saying, but WARNING: Yandere scariness and toxic behavior below.

Couldn't find chibi gifs of Nara and Fugo. The Abba one was too small.

Bruno: The Team Mom Yandere himself. 

The most family oriented of his gang. 

He cares deeply about children.

Would gladly adopt any stepchildren Darling brings into their (forced) marriage.

Seeing you swollen with his babies brings him joy. 

So much joy that he plans to knock you up 8 times. 

Don’t worry! You’re forced to be a housewife, so you’ll have alot of time to rear 8 children.

You’re having his babies and that’s NOT up for negotiation.

“I’m willing to do everything for you, carina. All you have to do is take my seed and raise our adorable babies.”

Giorno: Baby trapper.

I don’t see Giorno being family-oriented, but he wouldn’t mind having little baby GioGios. 

Giorno would have kids for logical reasons. Mainly, to baby trap darling.

He’ll consider baby trapping you if try to leave him.

Obviously if you’re the family type.

He wouldn't do this if he knew you hated kids.

Like Bruno’s Darling, you’ll be forced to be a Housewife. 

You’re barely allowed to leave his mansion, anyways.

“Well, amore. You complain that you’re bored and have nothing to do. The world could use another GioGio.”

Mista: Father by accident

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Dude’s trying to have an easy life. Why intentionally have more responsibilities?

Now, Mista CAN baby trap, but that’s less likely.

Like Giorno, he’ll only do it if he knows it’ll work on you.

Mista never really thinks of family planning, but I can see him having accidents. 

He's dumb and horny enough to get darling pregnant.

He refuses to wear a condom on darling and he loves creampies.

Even if you warn him, he’s not gonna listen.

He already treats the Sex Pistols like his children, so he has the training.

“You’re PREGNANT! Well... shit. I mean, I got child support money. I don’t mind if you keep it. I think it’ll be fun!”

Abbacchio: Father by Accident and scared shitless.

Similar to Mista, I think Abbacchio would conceive on accident. 

Unlike Mista, this would devastate Abbacchio. 

He’s such a fuck up. How can be manage a baby and NOT fuck it up too?

He’ll insist on a termination. 

BUT, if you insist on keeping it and becoming a mother.....

He’ll find the will power to suck it up and help you raise the kid. He has the gang to help. 

He'll get a vasectomy as soon as possible.

“Come on! You’ll be late for the operation! What do you mean “NO”?! You don’t really want a kid, do you?! Oh.... you do....”

Narancia: Total Wild Card.

Narancia would be a naive yandere. 

He never means to be crazy or malicious. 

He just wants love and to be a happy couple with you. 

Narancia does want a family, but how he goes about it depends on Darling and the advice he gets from the others. 

Ideally, he’ll discuss this with you and intentionally have a baby in a consensual situation. 

However, he’s just as likely to have an accident. 

He’ll freak out, but he’ll calm down and get excited to be a better father than the one he had. 

Worse case scenario, the other Yanderes in the gang will give him bad advice and encourage him to baby trap you. 

Honestly, all three cases are equally likely. It just depends on you.

“Mielo! I may not be perfect, but I promise I’ll do my best to support you and our little one! Thank you for having my baby!”

Fugo: Very reluctant. 

Fugo doesn’t hate kids. He just has no motivation to have them.

Logically, they’re a waste of time and a giant waste of money.

He has to deal with you and Narancia being stupid. 

Now he has to deal with ANOTHER idiot?

He doesn’t blame kids for being dumb. It’s just what they are. They’re annoying.

Fugo’s meticulous and loves plans. Kids love to fuck plans up.

He would take extra precautions to ensure no accidents. 

Condoms, birth control, period calendars, and Morning after pill if he creampies too close to ovulation. 

Darling would have to be the one to beg for kids.

 He’d only oblige if you’re being a good Darling.

He’d be super stressed about your pregnancy the whole 9 months.

That’s the main reason he won't get you pregnant. 

“Idiota, we don’t have don’t have time for kids. MAYBE if I convince Giovanna for some time off, but don’t expect me to do all this for you. You want this. It’s your responsibility.”

[c-c-cherry]

OOH I GOT A GOOD REQUEST,,,, How about Jonathan’s reaction to each of the jojos, and their jobros?

*Jonathan looking down at his absolutely fucked family tree, a single tear running down his cheek*

Listen...I always say that *insert literally any character* is the best parental figure but it's Jonathan hours which legally means I can call Jonathan best dad in this post regardless of anything I’ve said in the past about any other best dads.

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Lemme just implement my soft Jonathan headcanons first: 

-Soft man. The king of manly tears. Tears down toxic masculinity like a fucking bulldozer

-Knits AND crochets. He never had a mother growing up so when Erina came in with all these lovely, traditionally feminine skills, he wanted to learn ALL OF IT

-Arguably gives the best hugs out of every Jojo (Josuke is a pretty close second, though)

-Since this post is just an impossible dimensional pocket where anything can happen, him and Erina live in one of those old grandma cottage-houses with a comfy, old couch and tacky curtains and a really cute little garden

-Again, if this is a pocket dimension he’s definitely hosting the Joestar family reunion there

-Just one of those houses where everyone feels comfortable

-Is impossible to piss off (except if you do anything to the people he loves)

-Always speaks in a very soft, understanding voice even when he’s mad/disappointed

-The father figure all the Jojos wish they had

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Part 2:

-You know that face you make when you watch someone you love do something insanely stupid but you’re still trying to keep positive because you know from experience that trying to stop them is futile?

-Just this constant, wincing smile?

-Yeah. That pretty much sums up Jonathan’s expression within any vicinity of Joseph Joestar

-He loves the man. He really does. But oh my god is he a dumbass

-Jonathan is the type of man to like,,,make bread and talk about his feelings but Joseph wants none of that shit and that’s ok,,,Jonathan can and will find another way to bond

-Regardless, he loves his Himbo grandson and the two of them end up talking about Erina and Speedwagon and a lil bit of Hamon too :3

-CAESAR on the other hand—Jonathan is so fucking happy to see a descendant of the Zeppeli’s continuing the whole Hamon thing and managing to be friends with Joseph

-Although Joseph never wants to talk about it outside of fighting, Jonathan and Caesar both share this tender love for the healing aspect of it :’)

-He teaches Caesar how to do stuff like grow/heal plants and flowers and Caesar ends up growing his own sunflowers in Jonathan’s backyard :)

-Smokey reminds him of Poco and he literally just wants to protect him with his whole heart hhhhhhhh

-Suzi Q also reminds him of Erina, but he still has no idea how she puts up with Joseph’s bullshit (and whenever she can’t decide what to wear, he always helps)

-He penalizes Lisa Lisa for being a fucking Hamon coach and also smoking cause like-

Part 3:

-Hgggghnn HEAR ME OUT but between him and Joseph, Jotaro arguably has more qualities of Jonathan including this wonderfully secret, sweet, sensitive side

-Jonathan grows flowers using Hamon and braids them into Star Plat’s hair (he has practice when doing it with Erina) :))))

-Joot claims to hate the bread that Jonathan bakes but if he DOES make it y’all know you’ll find him sitting there, eating it, and talking about his feelings like a good man should (but only if no one else is around)

-Arguably the only responsible father figure in his life and the only one who would scold him for literally going to jail

-Also apologizes profusely for not killing DIO the first time ;(

-Kakyoin is the kind of person you could just sit in silence with for hours doing shit like reading or painting or something and Father Jojo is loving the vibe

-YES JONATHAN WOULD HAVE A HOME GARDEN and every year he grows cherries for Kak >:)

-Pol is a bit extreme for him, but if he can handle Joseph then he can handle this man

-As rich, Victorian boys often did, he definitely studied french as a kid and can surprisingly hold a pretty good conversation

-Him and Avdol!!!! Feed his chickens together!! And engage in lovely, civil conversation :)))))

-Holy definitely inherited Jonathan and Erina’s sweet nature and she’s always down to compare knitting techniques with him :)

Part 4:

-Is it....is it safe to say that Jonathan just adopts all of Morioh?

-Ok but Josuke gets along with everybody (Rohan doesn’t count hgfjgh) so you already know he’d be up for some nice familial bonding (though he wouldn’t show it initially)

-I feel like he’d be hesitant at first because him and Joseph are already on weird terms and he doesn't wanna “intrude” on the Joestar family or anything like that

-But our man Jonathan is here to reassure him that he’s still a part of the family and his cute little grandma house door is always open for him when he needs it

-Jonathan would bake that bread and Josuke would be sittin’ on that couch pouring his heart out before that shit even comes out of the oven

-Josuke’s the biggest out of his friends so getting completely engulfed in a nice, warm, loving Jonathan hug is the best shit

-Like instant serotonin :)

-Crazy Diamond doesn’t have any hair so no stand braiding :( BuT Josuke will let his hair down sometimes and you already know master weaver Jonathan Joestar is braiding in some purple flowers and shit :)

-Okuyasu isn’t that smart academically, but our man has a big heart and that’s all Jonathan cares about

-Jonathan always makes soup for him whenever he’s down because Oku’s mama used to make him soup when he was sad too ;-;

-The two bond over losing a mother at a young age and never being close with their father and feeling unwanted growing up and its the sweetest shit

-Koichi would just,,,,stare in awe because between Jonathan, Joseph, and Jotaro he feels like a fucking ant (and is honestly kinda scared)

-The first time they meet, Jonathan tries to ruffle his hair and accidentally PUSHES THE BOY INTO THE CONCRETE and he feels so bad after, that he spends all night knitting him a new sweater

-He gives it to Koichi with apologetic tears in his eyes and Koichi fucking LOVES IT with all his heart

-Rohan is extremely intrigued by all of this shit and they two of them spend hours talking about Jonathan’s life

-Rohan ends up giving him a painting of Erina and now Jonathan sends him his favourite cookies on his birthday every year

-Also him and Tonio are real good buds and Tonio never yells at Jonathan for “eating impolitely” like George used to because he knows its just a sign that he loves his food :)

Part 5:

-What can I say? Both Jonathan and Giorno got a love for flowers and life, and that’s literally all they do together

-Like,,,their happiness is in one giant, contagious loop because when Jojo’s really happy, his Hamon will just make shit bloom everywhere and when Giogio is happy, his stand will go fucking bonkers and change shit into plants

-Ok but what if,,,they braided flowers into each other’s hair? :D

-Jonathan would bake the bread. Giorno would sit hesitantly on the couch. The moment this kid takes a bite with that GOOD jam he’s like “HAHA there goes my stoic front whoops-”

-Jonathan thought Giorno would get cold in the winter so he crocheted a heart the size of his tiddy window and gave it to him for Christmas

-As I said previously, him and Bruno would go fucking hard on tea parties and all that shit -Both are the obvious mom friend, it’s impossible for them not to get along

-Abba’s a little,,,iffy about him, but eventually grows on him the more Abbacchio actually starts warming up to Giorno (for whatever reason)

-Jonathan’s never really had to deal with teenagers that much (aside from when he was one himself,) so he really has no idea what the hell to do around Narancia and Mista because they’re so young and he feels like a fucking grandma around them

-But they’re always really sweet to him and ask if he wants to play COD but Jonathan has no idea why they could wanna play with a fish so he just smiles and laughs and hopes its a joke :’)

-When Trish wants her nails done, best jonadad is here to do it. She wants her hair done? Jonathan’s got that special brush that doesn’t hurt when you’re doing tangles. Hugs? Infinite hug supplier, babey. He’s really out here doing whatever it takes to keep best girl happy

-Fugo is,,,quiet,,,but he always comes over and eats the strawberries in his garden when they’re ready for harvest

-He even helps make them into jam :)

-He also teaches Fugo Hamon breathing techniques when he caught wind of his anger and it actually helps him a lot

-He considers everyone in that house his family too, and always invites them over for social events at his pocket dimension grandma house

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Jonathan Joestar lives in my head rent free...

If you’ve got a head canon idea, my ask box is always open!! <3

[we-love-imagines]

Christmas Countdown Day Four: Frosty

During a very rough Holiday season, Giorno makes your first snowfall special.

Warning: Part 5 Spoilers, very canon divergent, some angst before the fluff!

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Where you come from, snow was a rarity at best. The air would grow cold during the winter, and the wind would blow a bit harder- but ultimately, snow never came. This always soured the holiday season for you, seeing the TV specials with Rudolph and Santa just made you feel bad. You’ve always wanted a white Christmas, but sometimes, the world wasn’t fair.

Until you met Giorno.

The mafioso himself didn’t have a good history with the holidays, either; his family life was rough, and that really stung during this time of year. It wasn’t until he joined the gang until he’d gotten a proper Christmas present. He’d never admit it to you, but he shed a few happy tears that night alone in his room. Bruno knew most of the members of his gang didn’t have a family to return to during the holidays, so he made sure everyone got a gift and a nice, warm breakfast on Christmas morning.

When Giorno joined, you’d already been apart of the gang for two years, you being one of the earlier members. You always looked forward to Christmas with Bruno, and when the newer members came along, you insisted on helping him get gifts. That escalated into essentially being co-party planner; you helped make breakfast, put up decorations, and with everything else that needed doing.

Last Christmas was a lot of fun, you remember. You and Bruno outdid yourselves, the villa you were all sharing full of bring lights and tasty food. You couldn’t believe your eyes, but Abbachio was caught smiling on multiple occasions, and Narancia looked so happy when you got him the newest Tupac album he wanted so badly.

That was their last Christmas.

After everything that happened with the boss, your happy little family was now three members short. As everyone grieved, you and Giorno found comfort with each other, eventually connecting enough to start going steady, but by no means were you okay. The remaining team members, now including Trish, were planning on spending Christmas morning at the villa- but when you arrived there a few days before to start decorating, you realized you weren’t ready to go back yet.

Using his immense wealth as the new Don of the mafia, Giorno decided everyone involved in the Boss’ fiasco needed a well-deserved break, and payed for everyone to stay at a secure cabin in Switzerland for a few days. Everyone was excited, and when you arrived, everyone took some much needed time to unwind. There was a bit of a divide-and-conquer mentality among the cabin’s patrons, each person retreating to a different corner of the structure so they could get some much needed peace and quiet. However, you and Giorno tended to stay together, taking the time to enjoy each other’s company before work started up again.

After a day or two, you began to feel a little blue. It was nice to live with Mista and Fugo again, but you missed them so much. They would have loved this. Narancia would have loved to go skating in town, and Abbachio would’ve wanted to taste the local cuisine. You could practically picture Bruno right now, all swaddled up in his tacky holiday sweater setting up his little nativity scene in the kitchen. He was always kitschy like that.

“Amore, are you alright?” Giorno asked you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You were completely phased out, taking in the surroundings you forgot you were in. Giorno had his arm wrapped around you as you both watched the TV, a fluffy blanket lazily draped over you as the chilly air in the living room surrounded you.

“I’m okay,” you murmured, swallowing the sad feeling in your gut, “I’m just- thinking about them.”

He nodded at your words, his brows knitting as he slightly held you a little tighter.

“...Bruno always loved this time of year, huh?” he spoke gently, selecting his words thoughtfully as not to upset you. Knowing how volatile you could be whenever they were mentioned, he always tried his best to speak with you calmly rather than get apologetic. 

“Christmas was our thing,” you smile slightly, thinking back to your beloved leader, “I’ll never forget your face when we gave you that present. It took forever to wrap.”

“Y’know, I kept the bow,” he grins at you as you get a warm feeling in your chest, “It was too nice to be tossed away. I could tell you worked really hard on it.”

“You’re so cheesy sometimes, Giogio!” you lightly tease, a small laugh escaping your lips before your mind sank back to your fallen friends. 

“Did I ever tell you about my first Christmas with Passione?” you asked him with a sigh, Giorno taking your hand as he shook his head.

“It was just me, Bruno, and Fugo back then,” you began, remembering the quiet night the three of you shared, “Me and Fugo were just clueless kids Bruno picked up off the street, we wouldn’t even meet Leone for another month or so. It was a nice evening, we all ate dinner together and watched Frosty the Snowman.”

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you continued, “At some point during the movie, Fugo started complaining on how it never snowed in Naples. Apparently his family had a private ski lodge somewhere, and he missed the heavy snow. When I told the two of them I had never seen snow before, Fugo called me ignorant.”

“You haven’t?” he mused, a little smile creeping in his face, “Haven’t seen snow, I mean?”

“Not even once,” you shrugged, “But Bruno promised me he’d make a snowman with me. He’d always keep a spare scarf and hat by the door just in case.”

Finally meeting Giorno’s gaze again, your sad eyes met his mischievous ones. You wanted to be mad at him- you were clearly upset, while his face seemed pleased- but when you turned around to see what he was looking at, you nearly screamed.

Through the living room window, you could see little snowflakes gently falling toward the ground, which had quickly blanketed into a thick sheet of snow. Jumping off the couch like a child, you scampered over to the window, pressing your hands up against the window. Unable to stop yourself, you reach for the door, letting in a crisp breeze as you fling the door open. Giorno calls out to you from the couch, but you couldn’t hear him.

Running down the steps of the porch, your nose already turning red, you shakily reach a hand out as you let the little snowflakes land into your palm. You’re surprised at how quiet it is; the pitter-patter you expected was absent, only the sound of your breathing and footsteps behind you.

“You forgot your coat, (y/n)!” Giorno laughed, sliding a thick, wooly jacket over your shoulders. You don’t turn around to look at him, but you hear a happy sigh escape his lips as you adjust the garment around you.

When he clears his throat, you finally turn to face him, your eyes lighting up as you see a familiar hat and scarf in hands. You gasped, bringing your hands up to your face as you tried to fight back little tears.

“I remember Bruno telling me about his little promise last Christmas,” he admitted, letting you take the old, raggedy scarf in your hands, “Seeing as this is Switzerland, I got a feeling you’d need them.”

You practically leapt at him, holding him close as the snow swirled around you. In retrospect, you should have thanked him in that moment, but no words were exchanged; you didn’t have to say anything, because he knew this meant more to you than anything else.

You loosened your grip on your lover before giving him the brightest smile he’d seen since last Christmas.

“Shall we?”

You two made a simple, yet charming little snowman in the yard that day, thinking on how they would have loved this. Watching over the two of you, they certainly did.

[lenawritesjojos]

YAY ASKS ARE OPEN! Asking for Modern AU with Dio (human Dio lol) just living a normal married life with his s/o and being like a lawyer dude and his s/o doctor with GioGio as their son aka wholesome family XD

Hello! I did not have many ideas for this but I hope these headcanons are alright! :)

Modern AU Dio with doctor!s/o and Giorno as their son:

Dio would be that scary dude you might see in the subway and immediately think: “he cannot be human”. However, he is human, and a lawyer, and has a cute little family, married to his s/o and with his son Giorno.

In court, Dio Brando would be absolutely ruthless, always winning his cases and getting what he wants for his client (or for his own interest!), but when he’s with his s/o, he becomes softer and more human - even if he would never admit that.

Dio would also want only the best for Giorno. He’d make sure his son had the best future and that he studied whatever he liked - as long as it was something he deemed “acceptable”. However, since he’s not the most affectionate person, it would be up to Dio’s s/o to be the more caring and nice parent.

The three of them would be a wholesome, but somewhat intimidating family in a “don’t mess with us” way. Deep down, Dio would be very proud of what he has accomplished, and he’d be happy to have such amazing people with him, especially his s/o.

[amethystsoda]

Thank you for tagging me @persephones-deadgirlwalking

1. preferred name - Ari

2. birthday - August 31st

3. where do you live - midwest (corn country)

4. three things you’re doing right now - drinking hot chocolate, thinking about the spot I accidentally bit inside my mouth, answering this quiz lol

5. fandoms - JJBA, Bee and Puppycat, What We Do In The Shadows, Spy x Family, lots of little indie story-based games, a few musicians like Porter Robinson and Madeon (Used to be big into Doctor Who, Gravity Falls, and SVTFOE)

6. how has the pandemic treated you -

7. a song you cant stop listening to - Under the Moon - Foster the People

8. recommend a movie - Dan In Real Life (the soundtrack is delightful and I love the family reunion/coastal aesthetic)

9. age - 28

10. school, uni, occupation, other - prefer to only reveal to close friends

11. do you prefer heat or cold - somewhere in between, I don’t regulate temperature well

12. name a fact others might not know about you - I have a face scar from a conch shell that I got around 2 years old

13. are you shy - Sometimes. I have pretty bad social anxiety, so if someone is quiet or doesn’t open up, things will get awkward quick… I have to feel like someone wants me there before being comfortable lol.

14. preferred pronouns - she/her and sometimes they/them (I go with the term femme genderflux bc I fluctuate between girl and agender a lot—just depends on the day!)

15. pet peeves - when a sink faucet is too close to the back edge and you get water everywhere

16. fave “-dere” type - tsundere...  😔👊

17. life rn 1-10 - 7ish

18. main blog - @amethystsoda

19. side blogs - a lot, but the main ones are my writing @softlimefluff and a McElroy one @neonhalcyon​

20. what you need to know b4 becoming my friend — I will always try to be super supportive and encourage you! At times I know it can be smothering or feel like I’m brushing problems away, but I’ll still do my best to help however I can 💕

Tagging @dongiovannaswife @giogio-gucci-gangstar @smol-sunnie @simping-for-tendou @kakyoin-shades @wes-bluemarine-hoe @abbacchios-sunflower @keezree

[sohin-ace]

Mista - Laundry

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

You had taken it upon yourself ever since you joined Passione that you'd take care of chores as much as you could since the gang, children as they were, could be quite messy.

You didn't want someone like Bruno to take responsibility of something as trivial as chores when he was already so busy.

He, as well as the boys were grateful of your helpfulness, and even though nobody asked you, you still whole heartedly put yourself at work for everyone. You really loved the gang like your own family so it was only natural for you.

You really were like the mom friend of the group, which was well appreciated by your Capo, who could only understand your position.

"Oh my God Y/N! What did you do to my shirt?! It smells so good!" Narancia squealed one day when he found you in one of the hallways.

"Oh, nothing special," You chuckled. "I guess it's just the detergent." You stated humbly while playing with the straps on his top. "How do you like it?"

"It's soooo soft and way more comfy than before!" He felt the fabric on his chest as if to emphasize his words. "Thank you so muuuch, I love you!"

"Huh? Giorno what happened?" You grabbed the blonde's arm and lifted it to inspect the material of his shirt that was tearing up at the seams. "Your sleeve is all torn up."

He glanced at it and widened his eyes in surprise. Aw, too bad, he really liked that shirt and now it was ruined.

"Hm? Oh.. I guess it was a particularly rough fight. Damn it..."

You could hear the defeated undertone in his voice and you gently smiled at him. "It's okay, give it to me, I'll sew it up for you."

"Really?" He blinked at you before sighing lightly. "Thank you, Y/N. Pardon me for the trouble..."

"Don't be sorry Giogio, it's fine! We wouldn't want to have such pretty clothes in bad conditions, now, would we?"

Thankful towards you, he gently grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it before walking away to change clothes.

Those were the kind of occurences that happened ever since you joined. Your addition to the team made their daily life easier and much more pleasant.

It also didn't help that you were so selfless and kind to all of them that even Abbachio quickly warmed up to you, seeing how similar you were to Bucciarati.

As much as the boys were nagged here and there to actually help out and not let the same person do chores everyday, you were fine with volunteering when you weren't on a mission and had free time.

You were happy to help your boys out and never really had any problems with that. Not until one particular day.

You were finally putting away the laundry that had been drying in the sun all day. You hummed a little song as you lifted the basket and walked inside, starting to sort each member's clothes out and fold every piece carefully, as you always did.

Over time, you learnt to recognize each member's more or less iconic clothes and knew them by heart, whether it was Abbachio's black everything, Narancia's precious collection of Band T-shirts or Giorno's silken and golden ensembles.

As Mista was passing by the living room to get food for the Sex Pistols, he saw you picking out a familiar pair of briefs. He gasped, blushing instantly and ran towards you, snatching the piece away from your hands.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING Y/N?!" You jumped and almost screeched in fright at his sudden booming voice.

"OH MY GOD!!" You put a hand over your nearly exploding heart. "Mista you scared the living shit out of me!"

"What do you think you're doing with my underwear ??!!!" He yelled at you in a mix of anger and embarassment, a furious blush dusting his face and ears.

"I-I'm... What do you mean? I'm doing the laundry...?" You squeaked, still shaken by his sudden outburst.

"No no no no no!!! NO! NO! You don't understand! You can't do that! You can't just- I don't want you fiddling with my stuff like that!!" He pursued, scolding you almost, like you were guilty of some crime.

"Huh? Why not?" You asked in confusion. "It's fine, It's just me. I'm not gonna judge you- Look, I'm doing everyone's laundry, it's nothi-"

You were about to lift a random piece of underwear to prove your point, which happened to be Bucciarati's lace bralette, but he cut you off, scoffing as you didn't seem to understand the problem.

"No no no, Y/N my girl." He started making adamant and frustrated hand gestures. "It's EMBARASSING! Would you like it if I was handling your panties?!"

"I-I mean..." You stuttered a bit, flustered by the whole ordeal and not knowing what to tell the poor guy. "If I didn't want you seeing my panties, I'd do my own laundry..."

He froze for a second and he swore he heard the Pistols snicker somewhere. Oh shit, you had a point. He paused, having nothing to come back at you.

"B-but... If you want... I can tell Bruno, or anyone, to do your laundry... If it's what's bothering you, I'll just stop touching your stuff..."

Mista then calmed down and watched your defeated expression. He realized he was a bit too harsh on you over nothing and must have hurt you.

"W-wait Y/N, uh..."

"No, no, I understand." You dismissed him. "You're a man, I'm a woman, I should keep my boundaries. You're right."

You lifted the small pile of his underwear that you neatly folded beforehand and shoved it surprisingly gently to his chest.

He grabbed it while still looking at your dejected self. He started to regret going ham on you. You were only trying to help, after all.

"Wait, no- that's not it..."

It's just that he didn't want the girl he was crushing on witnessing some things. He wanted to impress you, and for you to see him at his best shot.

And you knowing that he owned underwear with 'Lucky you' or 'This gun has perfect aim' printed in bold fonts right over the crotch was definetely not the best way to proceed.

"It's okay, Mista... I'm sorry if I invaded your privacy."

"No, Y/N! Listen-"

"What's going on here? Oh Guido, you finally decided to help." Bucciaratti came in and saw you both.

"Actually Bruno, Mista doesn't feel comfortable when I sort out his underwear, so... Could you maybe-"

"Huh?" Bruno raised an annoyed eyebrow at his gunman. "Then wash your damn clothes yourself, stop bothering Y/N. She's as busy as you are. Be grateful that she's nice enough to take the time to clean and cook for us when none of you do."

Bruno walked to you and helped you up. "I'll take care of this, Y/N. Go take a break."

You obliged and thanked your capo as you left, leaving Mista to groan out in frustration and feeling like shit next to his leader who was going to lecture him all day.

"Oohh, it's laundry day? Can I help you?" Narancia said a bit too giddily for his own good as he found you all by yourself and you smiled at him.

"Sure! Can you take care of the sheets? It's the basket over there, I'll help you hang them."

"Okay! Hey wait a minute..."

Narancia furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the basket in your arms before he started searching through it.

He then took out some clothes, inspected them, and put them back in front of your very confused eyes. He did this a few times, but before you could even ask him what he was looking for, he said.

"Didn't Mista put any clothes for washing? All week?!" The boy exclaimed, absolutely baffled by his friend's filthiness.

"Um, he didn't want me to do his laundry anymore."

"What? Why?"

"I think he got shy from me seeing his underwear." You sheepishly told him and he snorted at such a stupid reason.

"Pfftt! Pussy."

"That's ridiculous." Abbachio added as he took the heavy basket from your arms. "Does he have dirty secrets or something? Would he rather have stinky-ass underwear? This boy doesn't make any fucking sense I swear."

"It's fine. I mean, I do have myself some embarassing pieces of undies, so I can't really say anything."

"He's such a drama queen." Abbachio commented as he walked off to hang the clothes outside, leaving you to barely have any work to do.

As you were done with the task at hand, you grabbed the men's attention before they could slip away and thanked them for helping you.

"Thank you Nara, thank you Abbachio. I'll make it up to you two with a special meal~"

"Ooh yeaahh!!" Narancia pumped his fist in the air in victory and Abbachio rolled his eyes.

"Don't mention it. I was bored."

They both went on their own way and you followed suit, but before you could even pass through the living room, none other than Mista came in and blocked your way.

You looked up at him and smiled, but your smile soon fell when he suddenly grabbed your upper arms and pushed you backwards.

"M-Mista..?!"

He guided you across the room until you reached the small closet that was rearranged to be the laundry room. He pushed you inside and entered with you, closing the door behind him.

"It-it's uh... A very tight space." You managed to utter between hitched breaths as you looked down towards his hips, his gun poking you from how close you were.

There was barely enough space for you two and his body practically trapped you against the washing machine behind you. What the hell was he thinking?

"It's the only place where I know we'll have absolute privacy."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words and your eyes widened. "Wh-what do you need privacy for...?"

He realized what he said and how you must have misinterpreted and it was his turn to panick. He turned red and choked on his own words.

"W-wait... Don't get me wrong! It's not like tha- I mean-...I'm not gonna do anything. I just want to talk!" He stuttered and rubbed his head in frustration. Gosh he was so nervous around you.

"I'm listening, Mista."

"Okay." He took a deep breath and tried not to concentrate on your cute form right beneath him. "I wanted to say... I'm sorry for what I told you last week. It was so stupid and I got mad at you when you were being helpful. You're so nice to be a mom to the gang... And I hurt you."

Your eyes softened on the boy and how sincere he sounded. You reached out to gently cup his face in your hand.

"Oh, Mista." You breathed, endeared. "I already forgave you. I'd never want to make you uncomfortable, caro."

His heart pounded in his chest and he felt hot as he started to sweat bullets, your soft gestures putting him on edge and turning his legs to jello.

"I-I actually... Jeez... Oh man..." He stammered, completely unnerved by you.

Why did you have to be so sweet? Now he could barely form a proper sentence. His glance shifted from your eyes to the walls around him and he cleared his throat.

"I have a reason why... Like... Why I was so y'know... Embarassed... And stuff..." He trailed off mumbling.

"What is it?" You encouraged with honey voice, letting your hand slide down from his cheek to his chest, making him bite his lip.

"Oh god... Actually Y/N... I...I'm..." He tried, between heavy breaths, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his fists. "I fell in love with you. Shit damn, I said it."

He felt so relieved to finally have confessed to you after so long, but he almost regretted it right afterwards.

As he was about to take your silence as rejection, he felt your warmth hitting his neck, feeling your soft lips reaching his jawline in a sweet kiss and your hands run up and down his biceps, groping at them occasionally in a comforting manner.

He shuddered at the pleasurable sensations and relaxed visibly. It took all his self-control to prevent himself from letting out any weird noises. He was already crazy for you before, but if you kept touching him like that, he might just die on the spot.

"You're so cute Mista." You chuckled at the boy who was now a blushing, flustered mess who could barely keep his eyes opened. "But I knew already."

His froze and his eyes widened like saucers as he pushed you away to get a better look at you. "Y....You knew?! But how?!"

"The Pistols told me."

"The Pisto-... What the actual fuck?! These bunch of assholes!" He grumbled, wanting only to call them out and scold them for betraying him.

You leaned in and wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head against his warm chest as you squeezed him against you.

His whole body stiffened at the intense proximity and how your body felt against him. Oh god. Was it wrong to feel like you fitted perfectly against him, like two puzzle pieces? Because that was his exact thoughts.

"I was just dying to hear it from you directly. I'm happy."

He let his hands shyly find their way on your back and locked you in his arms. He sighed in delight and relished in your softness resting his head on top of yours, smiling like a little boy. He couldn't be happier.

You suddenly slid your hand between the two of you and right towards his front which made the sensitive boy gasp and almost scream at what you could possibly be doing now. But to his surprise you only stole his gun and slid it out of his pants, tucking it inside your own pocket.

"That thing was a bit uncomfortable." He huffed a heavy but relieved breath at your words.

"Oh god, you drive me nuts sometimes..."

Oh man, do I love Mista, such a sweet bean.

[cinemaspoppycornuwu]

[Another work for Giogio month. @mrsgiovanna this is for u. Sorry if it is too short]

[Prompt: in pink]

"One more push, Mrs. Giovanna! I can see the baby's head already! Once the head is out, it will be easier!"

"Bria, my love, you can do this..."

"A-Alright..." within all of her strenght she had left, Bria did what the doctor said, but still letting out a painful cry from a mother bringing it's child to the world. And in less than one minute, she could hear their baby cry before the medical team could take the baby away to do the protocol of a normal birth. As she panted, Giorno gently kissed her sweaty temple and told her he'd be right back in a moment. "G-Giogio... Please... I don't wanna be alone here..."

"Bria, I won't take too long... I'll just check how the baby is..." he gently held her hands, gazing at her teary eyes with long lashes. He ordered something to the nurse who had been taking care of his wife and ran after the doctor and his team. And then Bria was all by her own.

. . .

The raven haired woman woke up in her room and Giorno had layed his head on her bed to rest closer to her. Her hands gently caressed his hair. As soon as he felt the movement, his head rised up and carefully held her hands as if she was at this moment the most delicate thing, like if even the lightest wind blowed could make her fall. "You did it, Bria... It is a healthy young Joestar-Adal..."

"Our healthy young Joestar-Adal..." she smiled and wipped one tear. Giorno and Bria dreamed of building a family together. On this day, december 10 [2010], this dream came true. From the moment she did the surprise of the baby reveal to Giorno until now, these moments were special. Even her golden retriever, Oro, gave all of the support to her, laying his head on her belly, trying to feel his "baby human brother". Once Bruno knew, he even screamed for half a second and hugged tight both of them (of course, Bucciarati still was trying to have one with his beloved Aria, but was happy for the two of his "apprentices"). Mista and Narancia were excited saying "SIAMO ZIOS" (WE'RE UNCLES), while Leone smiled in aproval of the new incoming member of Passione. While Fugo, he was also impressed, even letting his favourite teacup fall on the floor.

"My apologies to interrumpt, mr. and mrs. Giovanna. But little one wanted to see you!" the nurse said in a soft tone.

"Please, come in!" Bria feel her eyes getting wetter as each step the nurse took with the tiny 'package' on her arms.

"He is such a beautiful baby, mrs. Giovanna... If you two need anything, please, just call me." She said before leaving to help some old lady walk with their walking cane.

"H-Hello, sweetie... It is mommy..." her tears began to drop when the little baby held her finger "Yeah... I am so glad I can finally meet you here... Your daddy and I were so excited!" While the young queen of Passione spoke to her little prince, it was Giorno's turn to have his emerald green eyes wet. Two angels were in front of him right now at that exact moment. And he couldn't be more happier. It was one of the best moments in his life and nothing could replace that "Giorno, look! I can see the Joestar birthmark! It is exactly like yours... It's matching...!"

"Y-Yeah..." he kissed his son's tiny hand and said "Hey, piccolo ragazzo... It's me... Your papa... You resemble your mom... That is great, because she is really really really gorgeous..." slowly, he got more and more emotional with the baby getting more calm with their two voices. Giorno made sure to keep doing belly-talks sessions when he could, that's why he recognizes quite well his father's voice "Bri... I can't believe we did something that amazing..."

"We did it, amore mio..." she kissed his cheek. But their mini romance moment was cut when baby boy started crying because of hunger "I am sorry, little Giogio!" She kissed his head multiple times "You get kissies too and food! Giorno, could you help me untie this?"

"For sure" doing as he said, he helped his wife adjust her breast and her posture to properly breastfeed him.

"There, little Giordano..." it was the name both had decided, to keep the traditions "Hmm... What if he doesn't feed himself proper enough?"

"It must be normal on the first three days. But he needs to keep this stimulation. Feeling any discomfort?"

"It is my very first time doing this so it is a little bit strange. But I'll get used to it~♡"

The blonde young don sat closer to his golden hearted empress and thought: so this is happiness.

"Your family would be happy to meet him..."

"They would... But you're my family too. The one I currently need to protect and take care of..."

"Oh, Giogio..." she gave a quick peck on his lips before turning her attention back again to Giordano, closing and opening his little baby hands.

[frolicking-cat]

Ok this was probably already done before but I can't stop thinking about it so

GioGio flower shop AU (which at this point is more like a town AU but whatever)

(Heavily inspired by the gang's lives before Passione/the events that made them join it) (also pls tell me if I said something wrong cause English is not my native language)

Well, Giorno would of course be the one working at the flower shop. He makes the most beautiful flower arrangements in town and a lot of people think he is kinda a sensitive, because he will already know what kind of flowers or plants you want, what occasion are you buying them for, and what emotion you want to express with them as soon as you enter the door (similarly to Vianne from Chocolat by Joanne Harris, if you know the book). He is highly respected in town, and despite his young age most people see him as really mature. He keeps his hair very long and always braids them in beautiful ways.

I see Bruno as a university student. When he was younger, he thought that becoming a fisherman like his father was kinda like his destiny, but he understood that he also wanted to get a proper education and find a job which could help him raise more money; he wanted to be able to live by himself but to also provide enough money for his father to retire when he got old. He is currently studying to become a teacher, while still helping his father. He comes often to the shop to buy flowers for his boyfriend (I'll let you guess who that guy is). He and Giorno became friends after Bruno became a usual customer at the shop and they sometimes go out for coffee together.

Abbacchio would be and ex-policemen currently working for a non-profit association which helps people recover from drug and alcohol abuse. He has been an alcoholic himself (he started drinking after he saw one of his coworkers die in front of him when he still was a policemen, thinking it was all his fault- that, plus the fact he understood that the police was corrupted, was the reason he left his job) so he cares deeply about the subject. He and Bruno met while working: Bruno was doing a research on the causes of drug abuse for university and he interviewed Abbacchio; while talking to each other they discovered a deep connection, one thing led to another and the rest is history. Leone doesn't exactly dislike Giorno, it's just that his ability to read one's emotions looks very suspicious to him, but he recently started to change his mind.

Fugo would be a student at the same university as Bruno. He has an incredibly high Q.I. which made him able to start university at a very young age. However, he was bullied by other students and a professor took advantage of him, all of which led to anger attacks that made him go in trouble. He met Bruno on one of his worst days; the older noticed something was wrong with him and tried to talk to him to see what was going on. He was the only person to do so. Even though Fugo didn't trust him at first, he eventually understood that Bruno was a very good person and the two grew closer in time. Currently, Bruno is the only known person who is fully capable of calming him during anger attacks. He also recently got on well with Giorno, whom he met because he went to the shop with Bruno one day: he respects Giorno deeply because of the hard work he does and his calmness. He sometimes goes and stays in the shop to study; he says it helps him to stay calm and Giorno is so happy about this, that he even created a small spot for him in the back of shop.

Narancia would be an highschool student. He got in serious trouble because of his companies, when he was younger, ending up in prison with also an eye condition (so yeah his backstory is pretty much the same as the actual one). Then he was neglected by his dad and found himself homeless. It was Fugo who met him first but he didn't know what to do: he was even younger than Narancia and he hadn't been on good terms with his parents for some years already, so he couldn't call them. The only person that came to his mind was Bucciarati. Bruno immediately agreed to help him and after providing him care for his eyes, he suggested that Narancia could go live at his place. Needless to say, the young boy is infinitely grateful for the new life that Bucciarati gave him and sees him as a father (or mother?) figure. He recently started to go to school again, despite his age; Fugo offered to help him and Giorno learned not to leave any gardening tools near them as Narancia managed to get hit with a shovel on his head after a terribly wrong answer to a math problem. Abbacchio loves him and basically sees him, Bruno and Fugo as his little family.

Mista would be the most easy-going of the group. He has been a simple person since he was young, enjoying the small things in life- especially food. It was probably this passion which made him interested in cooking. He's not a famous chef and he doesn't want to become one (being famous wouldn't fit him), but after highschool he started to work in a restaurant in Naples and he gradually became more and more good at it. Now he is one of the best cooks of the restaurant and takes Antonino Canavacciuolo (man I'm putting in random references 😂 as an Italian I perfectly know who he is but I feel like I should specify that he is a famous Italian chef who is known for using traditional and local ingredients for his dishes) as his main inspiration. He met Giorno while on a "mission" to buy some edible flowers for a new dish that they wanted to try at the restaurant. He was intrigued by Giorno's personality and decided to come back some days later just to get to know him better. Eventually Giorno started to grow interest for him too, and even though they swear to be only friends, they were seen together a little too many times for them to be just good friends (and Narancia is sure he saw them holding hands and kissing but he still hasn't told anyone). Mista's also got six dogs that he named after numbers- which is good with that many dogs: Uno, Due, Tre, Cinque, Sei and Sette. He hates the number four but he started to overcome his tetraphobia as he will always have to deal with tables for four at the restaurant.

Aaand that's it. Hope u liked this- let me know if I should add Trish :))

[mrsgiovanna]

A series of Firsts - Don Giorno x Fem! Reader

A cute Valentines day scenario with husband Giogio, nsfw-ish toward the end, just something that's been on my mind for a little while. Cut for length🥺💭❤️

Word count: 2318

Everything that could have gone wrong had inevitably gone wrong. It was the first Valentines day that you and your beloved would be spending together as a married couple, so needless to say, you wanted to make it a tiny bit more noteworthy than the usual extravagant outings you’ve grown accustomed to. You knew that things like this weren’t really important, but blamed your sentimental self for wanting to commemorate each “first” event in your first year of wedded life. As luck would have it though, every single one of your plans would be foiled, however, in retrospect, your end goal would actually be achieved.

There was still a chill in the February air, but it was a beautiful sunny day nonetheless. Giorno had already left by the time your sleep had broken, but you had woken up to a beautiful red rose and a small heart shaped chocolate on his pillow with a simple note in his handwriting. You smiled when you read the note, three simple words, but it meant more to you than anything. You lazed about in bed for a while, thinking about all the things you wanted to do today. The villa was quiet, save for the few guards that Giorno would not compromise on, you had given most of his other staff the weekend off, wanting it to just be the two of you. Or so you’d thought…

The spanner foiling this plan, came in the form of some important conference call with an associate from the Speedwagon foundation. Well, calling him an “associate” might be a bit cold, seeing that it was Giorno’s relative, Jotaro Kujo, who wanted to speak to him himself. Giorno knew it must have been something very important for Jotaro to reach out to him of all people given the circumstances and how suspicious he was in the beginning. So off he went, you presumed to his study, to discuss whatever issue was plaguing Jotaro. Deciding it was time to get out of bed, you quickly showered and threw on something comfortable, knowing you were going to put on a knock out outfit later on. No sooner had you stepped out of the master bedroom did you hear a loud bang, and felt something whizzing past you, missing your face by a hair’s breath. Being immediately on guard, you summoned your stand ready to attack the enemy that had infiltrated your home when you heard the familiar whining of Mista’s sex pistols…

“Mistaaaaa, he’s not here, can we go eat now?”

“Well good morning to you too number 5,” you said to the miniscule stand, who started to hide himself in your hair to escape the harassment from number 3.

“Awww has Mista has been starving you guys again? How awful, lets go find you guys something to eat,” you teased, earning an annoyed look from the gunslinger, to which he retorted, “Excuse me, they’re well fed and have nothing to complain about!”

As you both made your way to the kitchen, you asked Mista what brought him to the villa this early in the morning. You were hoping against your better judgment that it wasn’t anything too serious, but by the time Mista was done relaying his report about the unrest in some of the outlying areas, you knew it had to be nipped in the bud before it gained momentum. Wanting to feed the tiny gremlins, but being unsure of what they would eat in the morning, you set up some cured meats, fruits, nuts and some warmed cornetto on a platter.

The delicious smell of warm, buttery pastry had whet your appetite as well, so you decided to warm up more pastries for you and Mista and started making cappuccinos for the both of you. By this point you and Mista had been around each other for long enough and had been through so much together, that the bond felt more familial than anything else.

Setting down the food in front of you and Mista, the facts of his report were still playing on your mind.

“So where is Giorno anyway? I thought he’d taken some time off, which is why I came straight here,” asked Mista as he bit off a piece of his strawberry preserve filled croissant.

“He’s in the middle of an important conference call, he might be a while… what do you think about what’s happening in in the new territories? Do you think we can handle the situation among ourselves?”

Perplexed by your question, Mista thought for a while before answering. “I suppose they aren’t the strongest stand users, between you, Fugo and myself, we should be able to take them out if the need arises… listen, I don’t like where you’re going with this,”

It was all the confirmation you needed as you spoke with determination, “Let’s go then, if we can end this before it has a chance to blow up then we should do it. Call Fugo, I’m sure he’ll be willing to go with us, I’ll text Gio to let him know.” It was the first time you’d taken a bold decision like that without so much as consulting with Giorno… and just like that, you had thrown the second spanner in the works without even knowing it, because what should have taken a couple of hours had ended up taking the better part of the day.

“I wonder…. where could she be… ” mused Giorno as he walked around the villa looking for you. The conference call had taken longer than expected so he sought you out to make it up to you, but you were nowhere to be found. Deciding to call you, he’d come across the text message you’d sent him just before you left. His eyes darkened as he tried to call you.

“Oh hi Gio, are you okay? We’re kinda in the middle of something here,” you answered, trying to sound unfazed despite the ruckus taking place behind you.

“Cara, how can you just rush off into a dangerous situation like this? I’m very upset with you, come back here immediately,”

You felt very guilty when he still addressed you with his usual kindness despite how angry he sounded.

“Gio, I’m so sorry, I’ll explain everything when we get back, it will be over soon I promise,” you say, trying to placate both his temper and your own feelings.

“You guys have an hour to come back, failing which, I’ll have to come there myself. Honestly, you’re lucky I love you as much as I do, amore…” with that Giorno ended the call and went back to his study, hoping that you guys would be okay.

Upon arriving at Giorno’s study, you found him to be the picture of serenity, quietly working at his desk with some soft music playing in the background. He was relieved to see that you three delinquents were okay, most of all, you- his wife, who unfortunately was the biggest troublemaker of the lot, however he didn’t let that relief show on his face…

Just as Mista was about to speak, Giorno raised his hand to silence him,

“Did everything work out as expected in your marvelous misadventure?”

“you could say so… the job is done”

“is anyone hurt?”

“no, everyone’s alright,”

“then go home, it’s been a long day,” sensing everyone’s surprise, Giorno explained himself further.

“I trust you all, I want to make that clear… but for God’s sake, at least 1 person needs to be the voice of reason, nonetheless, I’m glad everything worked out for the best, just think before wildly rushing out next time,”

Mista and Fugo left the office leaving you alone with Giorno. You waited to hear the little electronic beep that the door made when it locked before you gently lowered yourself into Giorno’s strong arms, settling down comfortably in his lap.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you tesoro… you have so much to do, I just wanted to share some of the burden with you,”

“I know bella, I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier, I was just worried, I’d like to keep you away from these things as much as possible,”

“I can hold my own, you know,”

“I know bella, but you shouldn’t have to,” replied Giorno, lazily weaving his fingers through your hair. He drew your head closer for a kiss, starting off gentle, growing ever more passionate until you both stopped yourselves.

“Come amore mio, there isn’t a lot of time left, you have to get ready for our date, remember?”

Reluctantly, you got off his lap and left him with a feather light kiss to his temple.

After a long while of titivating with your look, you made your way back to Giorno’s study, finding him dreamily admiring the final seconds of the winter sunset. The fading golden light made his hair shine like spun gold and drew out the various jeweled specks of his eyes. He turns towards you, and his expression changes entirely, as if time itself had stood still.

“What do you think?” you ask, doing a little twirl and ending off in a pose, you giggle at your gesture.

“Sei cosi bella, you’re absolutely breathtaking amore mio,” Giorno says as he extends his arm to you, “are you ready to go?”

You smile sweetly and link your arm through his, just as you’re about to leave, the electricity cuts out.

No matter, you both wait patiently, expecting the generator to kick in at any moment, but nothing happens. Giorno’s study is more akin to a bunker, an impenetrable fortress built with the intention of keeping you both safe if the need ever arose. Grabbing his cellphone, Giorno calls one of the guards and asks him to check out the problem, as you are effectively stuck until you can get electricity back into the mechanism of the door.

You tinkered around the draws and cupboards, and managed to find all the aromatherapy candles and burners you got your husband to help him relax, you would have been annoyed that they were buried away if you weren’t as relieved as you were. It was quickly getting dark, and without the twinkling lights of the skyline, the room was becoming evermore difficult to navigate. After lighting up a considerable amount of the candles, you had to admit that the atmosphere was quite romantic.

“Well, they’ve found the problem, but can’t say how long it will take to fix, I could always try to use GE to break us out,”

“Break us out and do what my love? It looks like whole city is out, we’re probably in the safest place there is, come on, relax, we’ll just wait it out,” you reply as you pull him over to the couch. “see, this is nice right?” you say as you take your usual spot in his arms.

“Of course cara, I’m sorry, you’ve been patient with me recently, I know I’ve been very busy, so I just wanted to spoil you a bit,” Giorno’s voice was so gentle as he spoke, his fingers tracing circles onto your arm.

You were relieved as you felt him relax under your embrace, “for what it’s worth, happy Valentines day tesoro, I know things didn’t go according to anyone’s plan, but I’m still happy right here,” you utter, burying your face into the crook of Giorno’s neck.

“Happy Valentine’s day Amore mio, at least we’ll never forget this, and besides we have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”

The temperature started to drop the later it got, so Giorno decided to make use of his fireplace to make sure you didn’t get too cold, your slinky little evening dress offered little protection from the cold, not that he was complaining, it just meant that you would snuggle up closer to him. A yearning stirred in him when he looked back at you, bundled up in his large coat on the couch, you just looked so beautiful, the candlelight danced about in your eyes and your smile was the purest he’d ever seen.

“Are you okay bella? The room should warm up in a few moments. Ah, I know what would speed up the process… I recently acquired a very impressive bottle of wine…” mused Giorno as he found the bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet.

“Gio, isn’t that an insanely expensive bottle?”

“I’d hope so, it’s the 1992 vintage, imagine, we were just kids when this was made” he quipped, genuinely excited to crack open the extravagant alcohol.

“I thought you’d save something like that for a huge milestone like the birth of our first child or something of that magnitude. I just know how pricey it is,”

“Ah the birth of our child… conception of our child, it’s all the same”

Perplexed you asked, “caro, what are you saying?”

“What I’m saying bella, is that we’re freezing, the night is young and all we have for entertainment is each other’s wonderful company, whatever happens from here on out is up to the gods of fate, salute,”

And with a clink of your glasses and a gaze into each other’s eyes, you both took a sip of the wine. There was something irresistible about the way Giorno’s eyes glinted in the soft lighting. With a confident smirk, he drew you in for a passionate kiss, giving his hands permission to explore your beautiful body, drawing out those pretty sounds and lustful expressions that only he had the privilege of observing. Giorno was an intuitive lover, and you completely surrendered yourself to him. You both spent the rest of the night reveling in each other’s beauty and affection.

With arms and legs intertwined lovingly, breathing even and peaceful, you both slept blissfully unaware of the plans the mischievous gods of fate had in store for you.

[rearadmiralanarchy]

Have a Gio/Mis Oneshot

Because I don’t know how vacations work :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14469108

Some good old meme-inspired family fun

Giorno loved his father.

Honestly, he really did, in mostly complete disregard to the multitude of what he would consider grievous shortcomings. His father was selfishly ambitious, ruthlessly cunning, heartlessly driven, and was overall charismatic and way too smart for his own good. But Dio Brando was his father and Giorno loved him regardless, as sons often do. However, he really needed his father to back off from doing that thing he always did.

The controlling and manipulative thing where he said it was for 'your own good GioGio, honest,' but it was kind of an obvious ploy to get you to do what he wanted. Signing him up for rugby (rugby!) without his knowledge was the last straw. It had taken thirty-five minutes to get his name removed from the roster and the coach was still sending him desperate emails, hopeful he would be a star just like his dear old dad and like his father. The only sport he had been interested in was tennis, scoffed at by his father, which would have been enough spiteful fuel to keep at it if only it weren't so much effort.

He was old enough now, with a stable income, almost finished with his degree, and was tired of his father trying to control every aspect of his life like he was a miniature version of himself.

Which is why Giorno was on Craigslist.

He needed something... dramatic, something shocking that would- well it would be impossible to break his father's will- but at least make him chalk him up as a lost cause (like his other three half-brothers).

Hopefully.

The best case scenario would be causing his father to give up on trying to live vicariously through him, the worst case would be Dio pouring all of his considerable resources into a reclamation effort. Giorno had a plan though, requiring just a single last cog in the wheel. Thanksgiving was a week away, and with the holiday came a traditional family meal.

'Family' in the Brando household included all four children, Dio, Uncle Diego, a few business associates, and Dio's two lovers/companions: a priest and whoever Vanilla was. This would be the perfect time to make a debacle of things, which wasn't really something he did, but if his father brought up arranged marriages one more time- this plan had to work.

He just needed to find the right person to do it with.

Hence, his excursion to the personals section, to find the right dinner guest. He'd already told his father he'd be bringing his fiance and had come up with a whole list of things sure to get his father out of his hair. After several hours of reading through posts one finally caught his eye:

"Hi my name is Mista here to offer my services this thanksgiving holiday. Do you have a family member you want to annoy? Maybe you need to come out to a parent or you just want to fuck around with your family. Whatever the reason Im your guy! For the price of one homecooked meal and twenty bucks I can:

*pick a fight with one or more family members

*beat the shit out of one or more family members indoors or outdoors

*get into a political debate (I know nothing about politics but will try)

*pretend to get smashed or pretend like Im high

*pretend we are married/engaged/pregnant

*hit on other members of your family in front of your parents

*propose in front of everyone

I am a 28 year old convicted felon with several years of jail time who can benchpress 145kg. I have nothing above a ged I got in jail and drive a loud as hell motorcycle that will make your dad both nostalgic and pull out a shotgun. I am open to both genders and am covered in tattoos and piercings. So if you need an entirely platonic person to ruin your nice family dinner Im your guy!"

He was perfect.

Giorno immediately sent an email briefly expressing his situation and requirements. As well as the kicker. Dio Brando had maybe an inkling of his persuasion towards the same sex, but still held firm that he would find a nice woman or few, maybe settle down with one for a time, and crank out a few grandchildren for him to influence since his other three actual kids didn't even inherit his hair color let alone anything else of note.

So Giorno was going to come out during the family dinner and maybe even break out the f(iance)-word to really mess with his father and his irrational fear of intimacy. He hoped the man from the posting was cute or handsome, but supposed a burly type of person would be more suitable anyway.

He didn't receive a reply until twenty minutes into his lecture the next day, surreptitiously checking his phone while the professors back was turned, to the delight of it not being spam. He requested a picture to make sure the offer wasn't a fake, which was easy and fair enough, a more detailed list of requests as well as what would be allowable in terms of what he could say and do. It was surprisingly thoughtful, Giorno assumed maybe he had done this before. As for the limitations... he really just needed his father to step back from his life, so shock value and commitment was key, he had to make his father believe he was beyond help and reason.

A picture and no limitations sent out and Giorno eagerly awaited Thanksgiving. Mista's appearance was still a mystery but he at least gleaned some semblance of what his personality was like through e-mail correspondence. He seemed like a very laid back and open sort of person, taking everything in stride.

The day before Thanksgiving, Giorno finalized his plans by buying a cheap fake engagement ring and helping Mista chose an outfit (how one man could own so much animal print was beyond him). It was exciting and nerve-wrecking all at once, and by the time the family dinner started he was ready to explode with curiosity.

Mista arrived right on schedule fifteen minutes late, a brief trio of knocks at the door and a text with 'showtime ;)'. Giorno was the one to open the door to... a tanned skin, muscled man his height and unlike anything his imagination had worked up the past week or so.

He did indeed have a few piercings along his earlobes, eyebrows, snakebites on his lips, the peeking image of a tattoo under a leather jacket and... the most gaudy clothing. A leather jacket and white and blue diamond sweater-vest over a bright orange polo, with tiger stripe pants and high white boots.

But he was handsome in a very masculine way; hard muscles and broad shoulders, short and styled hair as dark as his eyes, high cheekbones and a chiseled jaw...

He was a fashion disaster.

He was exactly Giorno's type.

Giorno was awestruck- fortunately Mista picked up the slack in time for Dio to come down the hallway in time for a "sorry I'm late babe," and for the no-longer mysterious guest with the gorgeous voice to tilt his head and plant a kiss right on the blond's lips.

Giorno could hear a faint 'wry' in the background but was able to collect himself with the kiss. Bringing his hands up to thread through surprisingly soft hair, Giorno deepened the kiss, getting a hum of approval and a higher octave 'wry'.

"I'm glad you could make it, Mista," stealthily sliding the ring box into a pocket of the leather jacket with a wink- earning a smirk in response.

Giorno turned to his father, arm wrapped around his guest, who threw an arm over his shoulder, "father, this is my fiance, Mista."

"I can see where he gets his good looks," Mista winked, unabashedly eyeing Dio up and down, "Guido Mista, you got a nice place here, pops."

He was good, Dio looked caught in a cornucopia of emotions ranging from murderous, disgusted, furious, disappointed, with a little bit of hope thrown in- he probably had a few ideas on how to split them apart. That certainly wouldn't do, and wouldn't happen, not if he had any say in it.

"Now that Mista is here, we should move on with dinner, right father?"

Dio's face twisted in a look that screamed how much he'd rather not, "yes. Let's."

As soon as Dio had turned the corner, Mista dropped his arm and quietly asked "was that all okay?"

It was so sweet, "it was perfectly fine. You are very good at this."

"Really? This is the first time I've done something like this," lightly blushing as he scratched the back of his neck.

Cute, but unfortunately he collected himself and asked "you have anything special in mind for me to do at dinner?"

"How terrible of a conversationalist can you be?"

"I've been told I range from disgusting to disturbing."

"Perfect."

Giorno and Mista sat side by side much to the annoyed eyebrow twitch of Dio and collective looks of confusion from everyone else. Father Pucci looked visibly disturbed, but it was clearly a front. Vanilla's face was unchanging.

True to his word, Mista was a force to be reckoned with at the dinner table: shamelessly flirting with Giorno's half-brother's, discussing his theory of cannibalism loudly and enthusiastically, making embarrassing noises as he fed Giorno spoonfuls of various sides (whatever matched his plate).

A part of him was caught in the sick satisfaction of watching Dio's face, the other part was relishing the attention Mista was giving him. He was incredibly observant, having quickly picked up on his facial expressions- faster than some of his family had- and able to read the room and conversation with ease. Although his topics were exaggerated and purposefully off-putting, Giorno actually found himself joining in and interjecting his own unabashed opinions, earning a pierced smile every time.

He really liked his guest, liked the way he talked and thought, liked the danger and intrigue, liked how different he was. Giorno's life was a rigid series of routines under Dio's thumb and Mista was an alluring spark that had Giorno flushing every time he was spoon-fed and cooed at, with every smile and name-drop.

He kind of really liked Mista.

He- oh right, this was platonic, wasn't it? It was all too easy and very appealing to forget that they weren't really engaged, but he might as well indulge while he could, right? So he fed Mista sometimes too, nudged his feet, held his hand, called him sweet names he'd probably never call- had never called anyone before. He was met with such positive reactions that it made him a little braver than normal, glimmers of things that made him think that maybe Mista wanted this to be real too.

As soon as dessert was served, Mista gave him a subtle wink before sliding the ring box out of his pocket.

"Giorno I- I have something to ask you," he was good, "I know I'm uneducated," Dio knew something was wrong, "and an ex-convict," but he was too desensitized, "but I... will you marry me?"

He had gotten out of his chair, on one knee, offering the ring up as everyone gaped and stared.

"Guido," smiling at the warmth in his chest and cheeks," I would love to."

Dio immediately spluttered, appalled and appealing to Giorno's rationality, Pucci loudly invoking the name of God, Diego cackling like a madman as the brother panicked. Vanilla was un-moving but seemed ready to toss Mista out on the street. If he wasn't already smitten maybe it would have worked. His pretend-fiance inhaled the dessert as Dio raged on, before eventually being escorted to the door. Giorno followed, closing the door in Vanilla's impassive face to turn to Mista.

"How'd I do? Pretty good, huh?"

Giorno couldn't help smiling, "you were the best. Absolutely perfect."

His former guest was standing very close, sliding the ring box into the blond's hands, "I really enjoyed it, doing that for you."

This was his chance, pushing the box back to tan hands (it did have his money in it after all), "would you be willing to do it again? For real this time?"

Mista looked surprised, cheeks flushing a bit, "you wanna... go on a date with me? Like, an actual date- with me?"

Giorno frowned lightly, "do you not want to?"

"No, no-I mean I- yes, I really, really want to, I just can't believe you'd want me?"

So sweet, "Mista, I'd been thinking about it all night."

"Oh... you really uh-?"

"Yes, so will you go out with me?"

"Hell yeah, uh, same time next week?"

"It's a date."

[wri0thesley]

Mudad dio anon back in action, how about his s/o practically begging dio for a family costume where they all match to take lil'giorno trick or treating? (I know it's not an italian thing so maybe bend it to family vacation to america?)

- Dio thinks he’s above dressing up. He loves dressing  up, don’t get him wrong - but he likes fancy glitter and shiny things and strange fabrics and things that would definitely be OTT and inappropriate in front of children. He’s not really a PG-13 kind of guy - even little Giorno does not want the rest of the children to see his father’s groin so prominently. - S/O, though, thinks that it’s a valuable and important part of childhood to go trick or treating - especially for Giorno, who they know didn’t have the best start in life. Now that they can, they want to make sure that Giorno’s future is as full of fun and happiness as it can possibly be. They lean down to ask Giorno what he wants to be, their hands on his shoulders and their face very serious. - Giorno considers this question for a while, sensing the tension in the air and that his idea is very important. He thinks, and thinks, screwing up his little face, before the idea comes to him - he looks at Dio, unsure, and says; “Will padre be coming too?”- Dio looks at the sweet, innocent face of his child and cannot bring himself to say no. Halloween before Giorno was a time of debauchery when grinning at a pretty woman and telling them he was a vampire was a way to get them into his bed and later, their corpses out of his house - now, though, he’s a father. He’s a father and he wants to make his son happy. - “Yes, Giogio,” Dio says, finally. “Yes, I will.”- Giorno smiles up at his father, happy to know that he’ll be with them, and says he will wear anything his father picks out. His s/o, knowing that look in his eyes, warns him that it better be appropriate - there’s a grin on Dio’s face as he assures them that it will be. - Dio’s ‘three person vampire family’ might be a little OTT and cheesy, but his s/o is glad he at least went for the classy aristocrat Dracula vampire look as opposed to anything  more risque - and as Giorno holds out his trick or treat bag at every house, they can’t help but look at their little family and feel happy. - Dio, by the way, glares at every person who answers the door until they give Giorno more candy and feels deeply triumphant after Giorno ascertains that he has definitely gotten more candy than anyone else. Nothing can quell his competitive nature. 

[mrsgiovanna]

- Giorno's nightmare -

Diavolo: What a lovely song and dance, GioGio. I have gotten bored of this run-of-the-mill thing!

Giorno: *raises an eyebrow and smirks* Is it due to the fact that I have gotten used to your whole presence in my nightmares?

Diavolo: Am I a joke to you now? Am I some sort of amusement for you? *sigh* Well, I know what will make you scared of me again. *suddenly he has Bri, Giordano, and Giada*

Giorno: *growling, fists clenched* Let them go!

Diavolo: *laughing* Who are you to give me any order, hm? Cioccolata! Secco! Take them away!

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Devil Giorno: Quick! Where are the good dreams in here?! It's getting really intense right now!

Angel Giorno: I'm trying to go as fast as I can! It has been really hectic in here lately, you know!

Teen Giorno: *carrying Haruno* *biting his lip*

Haruno: *looks at the buttons* *presses the one to wake Giorno up*

- Outside -

Giorno: *wakes up with a jolt* What...? Where...?

Giordano: Mama, Papa's awake!

Giada: Papa? Are you okay?

Giorno: What...what happened? *frowns* I feel dizzy...

Ooooof well I guess to really get to Giogio at this stage in his life would be to target his family, poor bb🤲🥺

Bri: !!! Uh, Giogio, why don't you take Giada to the jungle gym? Papa and I will be with you in just a minute.

Giada: is papa okay? *scared face*

Bri: yes stellina-

Giordano: come Gia, I'll race you!

Giorno: *pressing his eyes shut* Bri, I'm sorry, I just had the worst nightmare...

Bri: do you want to talk about it? *cups his face*

Giorno: *places his hand over hers* ... I think it's best not to... come the children will be waiting for us... I just need to be surrounded by you all right now.

Bri: alright tesoro, *smiles and extended her hand to him*

Awww I kinda ran with this, I'm sorryy🏃‍♀️ . I hope you're well and are having he best day my sweet. As always, tysmmmm for sending these, stay safe my lovely 💖🌟💗⭐💝💐🐞❤🕊

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Idk if you remember me the mudad with soft s/o who adoupted giogio? Hopefully you do cause I have another request, how would Dio feel and behaive when his soft s/o get preggers? Bonus Don Gio finding out. I fucking love your writing too much is2g. I have you on notification and everything.

SOFT MUDAD CONTENT FOR YOU FRIEND!!!

- Domesticity softens Dio somewhat, although he’s still, at heart, Dio. He’s still a little cold, still buzzes with ambition (ambition that Giorno learnt from him, that means that the events of Vento Aureo transpired in a very different way), still believes in his superiority over most (if not all) other beings. - When he finds out his s/o is expecting, he thinks about what might have happened to Giorno had he not found his s/o. He thinks about the life that Giorno might have had if he hadn’t been adopted, if Dio hadn’t come back for him, if all of these things hadn’t happened - and he thinks that he won’t let it happen again. - He takes impeccable care of his s/o during pregnancy. The other women that Dio impregnated were not his loved ones; they didn’t share a bed with Dio, spend hours into the night talking with him, whisper that they loved him and provide Dio with a home he never realized that he wanted. - His s/o, though, did. Dio is forever grateful to have their presence in his life - though he wouldn’t admit this out loud, of course. His s/o reminds him of his mother and he’s grateful that this other child will have such a positive influence in their life. - He refuses to let his s/o exert themselves, does all of the reaching, actually bends to doing petty tasks that before he would have insisted were beneath him. He loves to hold his hand over his s/o’s swelling stomach and think about the child growing within. - His s/o is carrying the child of a God and should be treated as such. They will not have to life a finger - Dio does a little of the work, but he may misuse some of his influence to ensure he has others around to do the work he finds distasteful. Anything to mean he can spend more time with his s/o and their unborn child. - He becomes surprisingly paternal. He buys fancy little clothes for the child even though they’ll grow out of them, reads books to them, vows that they’ll have the best upbringing and the best father that he can provide for them. Dio hasn’t forgotten what Dario was like, and he will not let himself become like that. - S/O and Dio are actually both a little nervous of telling Giorno. They love him, of course - he’s their son - but they worry that he might find himself a little jealous of this child, who’ll have a loving home from the get-go. Perhaps he’ll be worried there’ll be less love for him. -  They shouldn’t have. Giorno, after a childhood growing up with two figures who loved him beyond all reason, is slightly more likely to show emotion and there’s less coldness in him - he’s delighted to have a little sibling in his future, and relieved that said sibling won’t have to suffer like he did. - He’ll provide his family all of the care and security that only a Mafia Don can - and of course, when his little sibling is born, all of his friends will meet them and be stared at by their Don until they too coo over their little toes and fingers and show Giorno’s new favourite member of his family the respect they deserve.