#leader giovanna

[deus-and-the-machina]

I miss...giorno giovanna.

im thinking a lot about his complex role as a healer. his stand isn't meant to heal, he essentially brute forces it, which fits for the kind of person he is vs Josuke. furthermore, giorno is very self sacrificing in a very literal sense. he loses multiple body parts over the course of part 5 and just has to remake them. there's a ship of Theseus paradox here though I dont think THAT much of him was remade.

after the white album fight, mista tells him that their victory will be all of them surviving together as giorno once again tries to sacrifice himself. he takes this to heart, but soon afterwards its proven that this cannot always happen. His healing isn't enough. he can only give Bruno a little more time. and his reaction when bruno tells him this says everything.

Keeping everyone alive is his role, and he spends the early days of the part being given shit for being a newcomer, so having a solidified sense of usefulness only to have it swiped away so quickly when his stand cannot save his comrades is rough.

golden experience requiem is interesting in this context because its main purpose is protecting him from any and all harm. giorno has again, spent the entire part going through jojo typical levels of body horror, gore, etc, with the added benefit that he can remake limbs and chunks of flesh so they can do a lot worse to the part 5 cast and have them live. so in one sense, GER is a reward of sorts. he endured all that and his reward is never getting hurt again.

But at the same time, it's cruel irony that even with one of the most powerful stands in the world, its capabilities are on protecting him and no other. im sure that his enhanced capabilities make it easier of course, but the idea that he could still be too late will forever remain. whug.

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[astralcities]

now that i think about it. gio literally didn't know anything about any of the gang. we see their backstories, he doesn't. mista and fugo are, assuming they were close enough to know, the sole bearers of the entire history of bruno, abbacchio, and narancia

[strawberryvanillablast]

Fugo: I got mad at Narancia for getting some math problems wrong. 5 minutes later, I saw Giorno comforting him while giving me this annoyed stare.

Mista: *laughs* Looks like Bucciarati's rubbed off on him, huh?

@echoing-heartbeats

@mrsgiovanna

@briagiovanna

[pillow-anime-talk]

jjba month ; fourth day.

synopsis: Giorno and Bruno had no idea that Abbacchio had a younger, quite adorable, little sister.

# tags: scenario; strangers to friends; light drama; kinda comedy; gang!au; drug, death and blood mention; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. giorno giovanna and bruno bucciarati (ft. rest of the gang in the background) {jjba 5}

author’s note: big bro abbacchio :(((

“… I don’t think this is a good idea, Leone.” You said once more as your brother grabbed the metal handle of the dark door. He just laughed softly under his breath and then turned to you.

“Y/N, I know that my job and my friends aren’t the nicest things in the world, but I promise you that everything will be fine. And if any of them make you feel bad or make fun of you, I’ll just kill him ro them all.” He replied in a serious tone, although you could feel a hint of amusement and joking about the situation in his voice. Of course, you were sure that your older brother would help you if necessary, but uncertainty and fear of your potential being pushed into the background still grew in your heart. And if that happened, you wouldn’t have anywhere to go and nothing to do with yourself; your parents had long since disappeared from your lives, you were doomed to the help of your older brother, he was the only one left in your life.

You responded with a nod, and then entered the small building after your brother. The house, the main and current residence of several men, was small but spacious and had the most necessary things: a bathroom, a few beds and blankets, a kitchen with a coffee machine and a few electronic devices such as laptops, walkie-talkies and GPS transmitters. The most important place seemed to be a table with a few cigarettes and guns on it, around which stood two couches and a few armchairs – that’s where the five men were sitting.

“… Abbacchio, where have you been. We have some things to discuss.” Said one of the men with blond hair. “Where have you been all this t… Oh.”

“This is my younger sister, Y/N. She’ll be staying with us for a while. Maybe longer, if she doesn’t find a job and a room to rent.” Without much trouble, he said to his friends, and then sat down on the couch next to what you thought was the youngest of them all. “Be nice to her, especially you, Fugo.”

“… Abbacchio, I don’t think it’s safe.” One of the men, whose hair was covered with a cap, whispered. “There are too many criminals, smugglers and drug addicts passing by. Something could happen to her.”

“Mista, I don’t think it’ll put her off. She’s more afraid of you not liking her than of blood being spilled during our missions. Besides, I taught her how to use weapons, she once did an internship in my police unit. She also has an extraordinary stand... It will be useful to us during the missions.”

You watched the conversation of the handful of men attentively, and your eyes crossed with the leader of the group and the blond-haired man, who seemed to be slightly worried about the whole situation, more than once. So you forced a light, somewhat charming smile towards both strangers.

At that moment, you could have sworn that the black-haired man choked on air slightly, and the other blushed hard on his cheeks and nose, which seemed funny to you, considering their professions and their earlier, very serious and distrustful expressions towards you.

Well... Maybe working with your older brother’s friends won’t be as scary as you thought at first? Also this whole situation will result in… something interesting.

previous day ; jolyne cujoh, ermes costello & foo fighters ♡ next day ; lisa lisa

[especiallyqhere]

Giorno Giovanna's transformation | Golden Arrow AU

Fanfict under the cut ✂️

Leading new team member Trish to the boat that the gang had arrived by, newly crowned Capo, Bruno, watches as Giorno staggers suddenly and falls to his knees convulsing. The whole gang stop in their tracks, watching the blonde groan in agony out of nowhere.

"Uh... Giovanna?" Mista says, crouching next to the blonde to see what was wrong.

Upon touching his shoulder, Giorno keels over and grabs at his head, messing up his perfectly tied hair and ringlets.

"Don't touch him!" Bruno snaps, crouching in front of Giorno to get a better look at him.

Is this the work of an enemy stand? Surely not because Gold Experience hasn't been activated.

"Giovanna... Let me know if you need help!" Bucciarati speaks softly.

As the leader spoke, Giorno cranks his head up to look at him. A stare of confusion and fear looks back at Bruno.

"I...It hurts...Help..." Giorno groans, gritting his teeth to reveal pointed fangs.

"H-Holy shit! Are they fangs?!" A flabbergasted Narancia yells, getting his mouth slapped close by Fugo.

To everyone's shock, Giorno had grown sharp vampire-looking teeth from out of nowhere.

"Everyone! We have to get Giorno to the boat NOW!" Bruno orders, gesturing to Abbacchio to carry him.

Like he had to touch something disgusting, Abbacchio repulsed and tried to argue, but Bruno's face told him not to even try!

He mumbles under his breath and approaches Giorno.

"-We got this Abbacchio!" Mista interrupts, tapping Fugo on his shoulder to ask for help.

Mista and Fugo take the blonde by the shoulders, standing him to his feet as best as he could. Fugo watched as Mista's face fell into a look of absolute horror.

"H-h-hey, Bucciarati..." Mista begins, the sun's shade concealing his face. "He's ice-cold?!? What the fuck do we do?!"

Bruno is taken aback. Surely that can't be true! Giorno is definitely alive and breathing (albeit heavily). For the first time in his life, Bucciarati's mind draws a blank on what to do.

"K... Keep taking him to the boat that's an order!" Bucciarati replies after a beat. "Narancia, use Aerosmith to identify any enemy stands that may be doing this to him!"

Narancia nods nervously and calls out his stand, taking it to the skies as the group help carry Giorno over to the boat which was docked at the harbour.

On Narancia's scanner, there were 6 heartbeats and one very faint one, which could be identified as Giorno's - but no others!

They finally make it back to the boat, Fugo and Mista still carrying Giorno under the arms and Bruno, Abbacchio, Trish and Narancia following close behind. The two take him into the living quarters of the boat, placing Giorno on the sofa. To all of their shock and horror, the blonde made no move, sitting there like a corpse.

"Are-are we too late?!" Fugo lets out a shaky breath, taking his hand to move the hair from out of Giorno's face.

"ACK-!?" As if revived, Giorno takes in a large breath, starting those beside him and causing Trish to yelp and hide behind Bruno.

Giorno looks down at his hands and then back at the group watching him intently.

"...My skin felt like it was on fire..." He mumbles, gently touching his own face.

"G-Giorno, what the hell is wrong with you?" Mista takes Giovanna's shoulders and shakes him lightly.

"Mista..." Bruno snarls, crouching in front of the trio sat on the couch, addressing Giorno.

"Giovanna, I need to know if you are being attacked by an enemy." He continues firmly but his face softens slightly.

"I-I'm not! ...At least I don't think I am!" He pauses to actually pat himself down, clutching his now messy hair and poking at his teeth. "Oh my god..."

Beep ... Beep ... Beep...! Beep ... Beep ... Beep...!

The entire group begins looking around for the source of the noise- it was the laptop. Confused, Bruno reaches over to the laptop that was on the table besides the couch. Several messages from the passione filled the team's Inbox.

One message stood out from the rest: it was a message from the assassin group. It was Ghiaccio.

"Where and what the FUCK did you do with the boss?"

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[incorrectinfinity]

I think about Narancia way too much

Yall ever think about the inherent horror of body swaps? I have been thinking about that quite a bit for no particular reason.

Things happen to you, things are taken or given or changed or broken - but no matter how you look at it, what its status is, if it has been changed, or how you may feel about it, your body is your own through and through. You will always have your body. So like. What if you woke up one day as someone else. That'd be, at least to me, an inherently horrifying and uncomfortable experience.

That's why I find Narancia's death so uncomfortable. Not only did he die, but he wasn't even given the grace of dying in his own body. And beyond him, imagine being Giorno in that moment.

You joined this group a week ago and you're beginning to find your place in it, despite the changes and losses you've been through you are now in some form bonded to this group.

Then you see a friend in your body become completely mutilated by a force none of you could've seen coming.

I literally would not be able to go on living. The sight of seeing one's own body dead must be fucking horrific, nevermind knowing that someone you care about died in your place. I wouldn't be able to live the same life, I'd feel like a person trapped inside someone else's skin, someone who deserved this body more than I do because if I had to give up my body for someone else's life I would readily do that without hesitation.

The first and only time we see Giorno cry is when he tried to heal Narancia.

Narancia Ghirga is a character that refuses to leave my head because I know him. He was in my class last year annoying the shit out of our teachers. He was an obnoxious Freshman in my year who would tick everyone off while genuinely meaning well. He's the gullible and eager to please Sophomore who tries his best to be friends with everyone. He's the Junior who got in with the wrong crowd and went missing in the middle of the year. He's the Senior who now goes to a different school.

He was a student, a thug, a mafioso, a goofball, a nuisance, an idiot, a corpse, a kid.

He's just a kid.

Giorno wasn't the only one with dreams. Narancia wanted to go to school, he wanted to reconnect with Fugo, he wanted to be closer friends with Trish, he wanted to follow Bruno wherever he lead him.

He wasn't able to do those things, he wasn't even able to die as himself. He died as the rando who joined this group like 6 days ago who seemed fun enough but had a goal in mind that he couldn't let go. He died as the person who he'd saved and who had saved him, a natural leader who was always determined to overcome adversity. He died as his stupidly creative friend who would turn cars into frogs and brooches into tongues, who couldn't even stand to touch Abbacchio when he died out of refusing to accept his death.

He died as Giorno Giovanna.

Narancia Ghirga wittnessed the death of someone brilliant. He wasn't much at a glance but once you uncovered his wit it was impossible to overlook. He was endlessly loyal and amiable, overflowing with empathy and the ability to see himself in others. He was able to see those for who they truly were, not for who they wanted you to see. He shined like a bright star, thinking fast and acting faster. Narancia Ghirga heard the drip, drip, dripping of blood on the cold ancient pavement. He felt the night air freeze with dread. He looked up and saw himself mangled, he looked up and saw Giorno Giovanna dead.

The body that won the war, the body that saved Trish's life, the body that became the new Don, the body that wielded the most powerful stand of the known universe - that body had no owner.

Because just as Narancia had, Giorno Giovanna died on April 6, 2001.

[caramelcleopatraa]

S&T: DETAILED CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

ROMAN REIGNS  ( a.k.a Tribal Chief ) 

Mafia boss (if you couldn’t tell)

Belongs to the Anoa’i family 

Known for their reign in the east coast

In charge of the biggest mafia to date (popularity and numbers wise)

Cocky, clever, humorous, charismatic, affectionate (around close family and significant other)

A rumored “ladies man”

Known for his ruthless aggression towards enemy groups

Will go great lengths to protect the Anoa’i and Semele’s

Y/N SEMELE  ( a.k.a Ms. Expert )

Belongs to the Semele family

Known for their tight alliance with the Anoa’i family

Sassy…. Saaassy gyal dat

The definition of dress to impress 

Uses her shop as a medium to learn intel on other mafia groups 

Has a passion for fashion design 

Sensual, focused, playful, resourceful, reliable

Always keeping herself busy

JEY USO ( a.k.a Jey Fatu )   

Consigliere 

Belongs to the Anoa’i family 

Twin to Jimmy Uso

Trustworthy, passionate and protective about his family 

A classic hothead

Roman’s advisor, and voice of reason (because he needs it)

Prides himself on maintaining family tradition

Thinks that La Mesa Alta is shady

SOLO SIKOA ( a.k.a The Enforcer ) 

Capo

Belongs to the Anoa’i family 

Fight first, ask questions later

Disciplined, fearless, enduring, tactful, respectful

Only appeals to his superiors, family members, and people he respects

Always on go

Keeps personal matters private

A trusted leader 

TALIA JOHNSON FATU  ( a.k.a Tallie ) 

Belongs to the Johnson & Anoa’i family

Wife of Jey Uso

Influencer

Nicknamed “Tallie” and “pretty girl”

Intuitive, loving, nurturing, honest, communicative

One of the only people who can calm Jey down

Used to stay out of mafia work, but will get her hands dirty if she has to

Has experience in undercover/mole work

JIMMY USO ( a.k.a Jimmy Fatu )

Underboss

Belongs to the Anoa’i family 

Twin to Jey Uso

Second in command

The “Calmer” twin

Energetic, flexible, persistent, sympathetic, trusting

Anything Roman’s too busy to do, Jimmy’s already on it

Another voice of reason

TRINITY FATU ( a.k.a Naomi )

Belongs to the Anoa’i family 

Wife of Jimmy Uso

Trained fighter

Sociable, witty, precise, charismatic, adaptable

Always styled In the latest fashion (with Y/N’s help)

Has experience in undercover/mole work

Didn’t know about anything mafia wise until she met Jimmy

Quickly gained the trust of Jimmy, Jey, and Roman

MADISON CLAIR ( a.k.a Mads )

Belongs to the Clair family

Kind, fair, creative, loyal, open

Invested in art

Trained gunwoman

Practices meditation

Been Y/N’s friend since high school 

Helps Y/N with her company security

Always has a gun on her

DE’ARRA WASHINGTON ( a.k.a Diamond )  

Belongs to the Washington family

Selfish, honest, perceptive, bold, determined 

Her father was a well known thief in the west coast.

Settled down in the east coast and started his own mafia

Known for their extensive wealth

Always taking trips to other countries and blowing money on expensive collectibles

Very much spoiled

Good at persuading people to get in bed with her

AAHKILAH HOKOVIC ( a.k.a Killah )

Belongs to the Hokovic family

Known for international trade

Likes to be the center of attention

A certified spoiled girl

Wants to own her own clothing line and be one of the greatest brands ever

Makes people adjust to her time

Deceptive, glamorous, arrogant, daring, dynamic

Will always speak her mind

GIOVANNA PARISI  ( a.k.a Gio ) 

Belongs to the Parisi family

Good at negotiating deals

Handles important business deals that involve La Mesa Alta

Persuasive, clever, persistent, curious, observant

Was a model for 7 years

Went to the same high school as Y/N

Sells tactical cars and guns (and weed on the side)

Helped Y/N get the location she wanted for her shop

MERCEDES HAYES ( a.k.a Cedes ) 

Belongs to the Hayes family

Known for their wealth, high status, and longevity 

Works wherever money is present

Has been characterized as shady, two-faced, and greedy

Has turned her back on La Mesa Alta several times due to payment issues

Was a stripper, but retired to get a job with more earnings

A pure instigator

Older sister to Carmelo

CARMELO HAYES ( a.k.a Melo ) 

belongs to the Hayes family

A complete 180 from his older sister

Known for their wealth, high status, and longevity 

Hard headed, confident, generous, playful, focused

Popular for his looks and athleticism 

Mercedes’ full time assistant

Tries his best not to get involved with shady business

Carries out dangerous missions and tasks for La Mesa Alta

JATAVIA PETERSON ( a.k.a JT ) 

Belongs to the Peterson family

Her family was removed from La Mesa Alta after committing several heinous incidents to each family

Decietful, humorous, charming, friendly, independent

Used to own her own fashion design shop before Y/N came into the mix (and also blames Y/N for her down fall)

Tried to take down the Semele family many times

Known for her looks and charisma

No stranger to using bribes

Good at pushing her opponent’s mental buttons

ALYSSA EDMOND ( a.k.a Latto )   

Rapper

Belongs to the Edmond family (worth $50 million)

World known gambler (and damn good at it)

Also gets fashion advice from y/n

Relatively new to the mafia business, but not new to rapping and gambling

Always down to fight

Funny, expressive, honest, openminded, flashy

Sometimes a materialistic girl

FAMILIES THAT ARE IN THE HIGH TABLE (LA MESA ALTA) 

ANOA’I

SEMELE

HAYES

WASHINGTON

EDMOND

PARISI

Wanted to give you guys a better introduction to the cast of S&T! Hope you guys enjoy how the story's going so far :) Stay tuned <3

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The Siren Leader, Giorno Giovanna — 34 feet in length

The Merman Capo, Bruno Buccellati — 37 feet in length

The pod Occiano, Abbacchio Leone — 43 feet in length

Podmate, Narancia Ghirga — 29 feet in length

Podmate, Fugo Pannacota — 33 feet in length

Podmate, Trish Una — 29 feet in length

And last, but NOT least!

Podmate, Mista Guido — 38 feet in length

[iron-touch]

"But the world’s an ugly place. Buttering up the truth with ideas of fate, like we’re all pulled in by gravity to some predetermined result no matter what we do, doesn’t make it any better."

Read Iron Touch, a JoJo fanpart starring Polnareff’s daughter, Michelle, after Passione’s Stand arrow is stolen.

Official synopsis and the start of Chapter 1 below the cut:

Official synopsis:

May 19th, 2009: the unthinkable has happened—Passione's prized Stand arrow has been stolen. The perpetrators appear to be a group of unidentified Stand users hiding their faces behind masquerade masks. Giorno suspects who one of the thieves may be, and it's the last person Polnareff wanted to get involved.

Or, in which Polnareff’s daughter goes on her own wacky quest and learns some self-love along the way. Hol Horse is there too, though he'd really rather not be.

Chapter 1: Revelations

Giorno had always considered himself to be a fairly competent man.

To most people, competent was an understatement; a blatant example of unwarranted modesty. From the members of Passione who had witnessed his growth as a leader firsthand to the rival gangs across the globe he had crushed underfoot to the kind old ladies he always offered help to, competent didn’t even come close to expressing Giorno’s natural ability to adapt to and overcome any obstacle that stood in his way. Even before having been blessed by the power of Requiem and thrust into the position of mafia boss at the ripe old age of 15, everyone had considered him to be wise beyond his years, complimented by street smarts and a silver tongue. Yes, competent was usually a perfectly acceptable way to describe Giorno Giovanna.

So it only made moments like this, where Giorno felt so completely incompetent, all the more embarrassing.

He still had a hard time believing that such a thing had happened right under his nose. A childish part of him prayed that none of this was real, that it was a nightmare or some kind of twisted joke set up by Mista as vengeance for putting him in a team of four on his last mission. The embarrassment of being so incompetent was already bad enough, but the potential ramifications for this one error were far more daunting.

Someone had stolen the arrow.

An uncomfortable, almost itchy feeling coursed through Giorno's body at the thought, like a snake slithering up his back and threatening to bite his neck. He fluffed the pillow behind him, swatting at it. This was wrong. It was all wrong. The room inside Coco Jumbo was supposed to be a place of cozy isolation, a place where he could relax and decompress between missions, not a place for him to have a borderline panic attack in. He hadn't felt this way since he was a child, hiding under his bead from his stepfather's screeching threats and leather belt. Although, no amount of privacy could spare him from the shame he felt. Nor should it, the arrow was Giorno's responsibility after all. It was his duty to get it back.

Besides, he wasn't completely alone.

Whilst Giorno sat on the couch fluffing pillows, Polnareff paced around the room's exterior. The cheap prosthetic legs that adorned his stumps never failed to catch Giorno's eye. It just looked strange for him to be walking around on them, like they ought to give out under the weight of the rest of his body. In lieu of the usual cheeky "my eyes are up here" response Giorno usually got for staring, he only got the faint sound of his footsteps clanging against the floor. Slight as it may be, the metallic sound of each step made Giorno's stomach turn. If only I got there sooner, he thought, if only I had gotten to the colosseum before Diavolo that night, I might've been able to restore your legs. If only I had got there sooner, you might still be alive and not chained to this room.

Even through his unkempt hair, wrinkled suit, and heavy bags that weighed his eyelids down, Giorno admitted that Polnareff undoubtedly looked worse than he did. All of his frustration was laid bare on his face; his brows arched upwards, eyes unfocused yet brimming with inner conflict as he surveyed the room, the occasional vexed sigh escaping his lips. Considering everything that Polnareff did in order to keep the arrow away from those who would misuse it, his reaction was justified. Additionally, when considering other recent revelations, Giorno figured that he would be just as distressed as Polnareff were he in his prosthetics. Tired of pacing around the same four corners, the Frenchman flumped into one of the armchairs and laid his head in his hands.

"Would you like to go over everything again?" Giorno asked mostly because the useless silence between them tired him. "Now that we've had the chance to sleep on it, we may discover something we had overlooked before."

After taking a deep breath to steel himself, Polnareff lowered his arms but did not look up to meet Giorno's gaze. "That sounds like a good idea," he responded.

Nodding in approval, Giorno began to sort through the mess of documents laying on the coffee table. The regretful, lingering stare Polnareff kept on two of the papers that had been brushed to the side did not go unnoticed as Giorno attempted to line up all of the relevant files in front of them.

“So,” Giorno began, “Tuesday, May 19th, 2009.” He shook away the self-reproach clawing through his thoughts. It had already been three days. “At 3:47 AM, a suspicious man was seen loitering outside of our base of operation. Tall, pale skin, mint green hair. Armed with a Desert Eagle.” In one of the images taken from the security footage, the man sneered at the camera, cigarette clenched between his pearly whites. Giorno couldn’t help but scowl his cheekiness. “He stayed outside the building, standing at the corner of the sidewalk by himself for eight minutes. At 3:55, two other individuals joined him, both wearing dark blue masquerade masks and hooded robes. Both are shorter than the other man, but given how tall he is, that doesn’t narrow anything down.”

He slumped back into the sofa. “It bothers me that only two of them made an attempt to disguise themselves,” he commented, “The fact that he got there first seems to suggest that he’s either their leader or a decoy. Given what ended up happening, I’d say it’s the latter, but,” Giorno glared at the knowing look that the man had flashed at the camera, “I have my doubts.”

He looked up at Polnareff, waiting for his consigliere to give his thoughts. About six seconds of silence passed before Giorno cleared his throat to summon Polnareff’s attention away from the stray documents. It took another moment or so after that for him to register that Giorno expected his input, after which he sat up a bit straighter and finally let his eyes scan over the other papers.

“He could’ve just been full of himself,” Polnareff added, his stare wandering back to those same two papers, “not every man is as committed to keeping themselves hidden as Diavolo was.”

“But you would think that he would at least be someone we knew if that were the case,” Giorno rebutted, “like someone from a rival gang or someone with the government. If he was someone new who wanted to make himself known, he did a laughably poor job.” Giorno grabbed an autopsy report from the table. “We have this man’s corpse but not so much as his name.”

Polnareff sighed. “That is also true,” he said, his voice tired.

“Either way, I had Sheila E use her Stand on the street corner the three of them waited at, as well as the rest of the area to see if they talked about anything. Unfortunately, it seems that they were prepared for that.” Giorno rested his thumb and pointer finger on his chin, deep in thought. “That alone is enough to raise suspicion. And, along with the fact that they knew exactly where the arrow was hidden, then as much as I hate to say it, at least one of the perpetrators could be someone from within Passione.” The very thought of a traitor within their ranks brought about a suffocating tension to the room. Giorno could practically hear Diavolo’s mad laughter ringing in his ears; how ironic that both of them would be undone by one of their underlings.

“We shouldn't forget that we've taken precautions in order to make sure that’s not the case.” At this point, Giorno was all but talking to himself. “It could just be that whoever we’re dealing with is very cautious. Even within Passione, most of our members don’t know the Stands of those outside their own teams. Sheila and her teammates are my bodyguards, if I can trust anyone, it’s them.” He hoped so at least, especially given that Giorno had left Mista in charge of affairs in his absence. “Their alibis are also—”

A sudden bump in the road caused the room to jolt. The papers on the table scattered on impact, turning the organized mess into a more standard one. Shaken from his trance, Polnareff nearly jumped out of his own ethereal skin from the unexpected force. Giorno sighed and began to reorganize the papers. After taking a moment to gather his bearings, Polnareff assisted him.

"Giorno," he said, putting some papers back in their folder for known suspects, "I understand we're traveling incognito, but we really should consider taking more comfortable means of transport in the future."

Giorno laid the timeline out once again and grabbed the basket of fruit that sat on the end table. "This was the best I could get for us under such short notice." He began to lay out the fruit on top of the papers, giving them extra weight to pin them in place. "I don't need to tell you that traveling via plane in these types of situations is a bad idea."

Polnareff observed Giorno take the two papers that called for his gaze and place them in his coat pocket.

Before he could interject, Giorno continued speaking. "Now then," he said, brushing some stray curls behind his ear, "at 4 AM sharp, our building lost power. Our security cameras, smoke detectors, laser grids…all of it shut down. We were the only building in the area to experience a power outage. Sometime soon after, the thieves blew a hole through the side of the building, about two meters tall and two meters wide, and broke in. Shards of glass were found near the scene even though all of our windows remained intact through the ordeal."

Giorno returned his attention back to the timeline. "From this point on the details are a little fuzzy, but we do know a few things for certain." He removed the apple weighing down the stack of autopsy reports, simultaneously taking the papers and a bite from the apple. "Eleven of the twelve guards on duty were killed via electrocution. The only guard who survived, his name was Mente Vettore, shot the green haired man four times in the head, just outside the hidden room where we keep the arrow. He died on the spot and never even removed his gun from his holster."

He took another bite of the apple. "Vettore fired two more shots, hitting the wall and a chair, but he didn't seem to hit the other two assailants. He would've had four more shots left, but there’s no evidence to suggest he fired any more bullets. Around the same time, another hole was blown in the wall, revealing our hidden vault. Just like with the other hole, shards of broken glass were found by the impact. The vault we kept the arrow stored in was also destroyed. At 4:15, the power came back on, and the two masked assailants were already long gone. Vettore has also gone missing. We arrived at the scene ten minutes later."

Giorno picked up the profiles of the two masked assailants they had drafted up. "From what I can tell, the power outage must've been caused by a Stand. That same Stand is probably what electrocuted the guards. My guess is that it's a Stand with the ability to steal electricity, store it, then channel it somehow. I don't think it's what blew holes in the walls though. I think a different Stand did that, and it's likely linked to the broken glass in some way." He placed the profiles down and retrieved an autopsy report. "Interestingly enough, the man with green hair doesn't seem to be a Stand user. We couldn't gleam anything else of note from his autopsy. His fingerprints have been sanded off, his blood and face don't match up with any on record, we couldn't even discern where his clothes are from."

Trading the autopsy report for a mission log, he choked down yet another bite of the apple. “I had Murolo send All Along Watchtower out for reconnaissance. He spotted the arrow yesterday just outside of Orléans, carried by another masked individual. We don't know if they're one of the thieves or someone else. They were headed north towards Paris, which is where we’re on our way to now.”

Taking a final bite of his apple, Giorno looked up to his consigliere. "So," he said, "do you have anything to add, Polnareff?"

He took a moment to examine the mess of papers, reorienting himself so he faced them head on as he ran a hand through his column of silver hair. Polnareff still seemed unfocused, perhaps even more so than before, though Giorno noticed that he made an obvious effort to hide it.

"We should've kept the arrow in the turtle," Polnareff quipped.

Giorno shook his head. "It would've been a bad idea to keep it here. It was starting to affect the turtle. We wouldn't have felt those tremors earlier if we had never put the arrow in here. This would've been the perfect hiding place for the arrow, but it's not worth risking sacrificing you over."

Staring at the ceiling, Polnareff groaned with uncertainty. "I guess," he muttered.

For a while, the two of them just stayed like that, with Polnareff's sights fixated upwards and Giorno looking back at him with concern. Only the faint sound of the engine and the occasional cluck of a chicken bleeding into the room from outside accompanied them. Though he normally strived for this quiet, almost contemplative atmosphere, Giorno figured it wouldn’t do to leave off the conversation like this. It was time to address the elephant in the room.

"There's also the subject of your family…"

Polnareff instantly locked eyes with Giorno, ready and alert. Chuckling at his immediate shift in attitude, Giorno pulled the two papers from his coat pocket, reading the names at the top.

MARYLOU POLNAREFF, NÉE DELON (DECEASED)

MICHELLE POLNAREFF (AGE 17, STATUS UNKNOWN)

"I can't believe you hid the fact that you have a wife and daughter for eight years," Giorno commented, shaking his head in disbelief.

(Alright, that’s enough from me. Now go read the rest on AO3)

[starry-blue-echoes]

Okay I had a THOUGHT about Early Bird. Or specifically, what happens after it.

Because Diavolo's still out there, still has his stand arrow/s. And Giorno either doesn't exist, or he's much older than in canon. Possibly even in a position where he can be much more effective in either combatting or infiltrating Passione.

Basically what I'm trying to say is 20-something Giorno Giovanna kinda taking Bucciarati's role as inspirational surrogate parent.

ailing you managed to rummage around my brain and pull out an idea I thought I'd forgotten about

so doing the math, Jotaro would be around 31 in Canon Part 5, and he was 6 in Early Bird Part 3. Giorno was born about 3 years before Canon Part 3, which if we have that be the same here leads to a....... shockingly only 3 year age gap

now, of course there's also room to mess around with when Part 5 happens since if you wanna get really technical, Dio wouldn't have been able to be given the arrows by Enyaba since she wouldn't have been able to buy them off Doppio at this time, but that's a little too gritty for me so let's just shuffle things around instead and just say it all works out by shoving Doppio's trip back a few years

anyways back with Giorno, an old idea I had more or less has Giorno...... with the kiddos as well. I KNOW, THIS IS TECHNICALLY A PRETTY LATE ADDITION TO THE AU BUT HEAR ME OUT:

Dio of course has Jotaro already planned out to be his successor. There's a whole multilayered scheme going on here with loads of irony and revenge and what not, and he doesn't want to give that up. It's just too perfect.

However, Dio has also learned from his mistakes and knows he shouldn't put all his eggs in one basket. After all, given the fact he doesn't have Pucci this time, he is currently without a back up plan

enter: one Haruno Shiobana

this is also where Dio's interactions with the kids get more....... complicated. Because Haruno is the spare so to speak........ but at the same time he's pretty well cared for. Arguably better than the other kids, simply because of the fact he's new. Unlike the other kids, he doesn't need to be convinced of anything. This life and Dio is all he's known, he doesn't need to worry about Haruno trying to escape since....... well, why would he try

not to mention, Haruno's too young to participate in any kind of training, and again he's the spare. He shouldn't have to be trained since if everything goes to plan, he won't be needed as a successor. Maybe he could be a powerful underling one day if his Stand is strong enough, but Jotaro is supposed to be the future leader.

so honestly....... Jotaro's the only one who ever actually interacted with Giorno. He's kept separate from most of the other kids, but of course Dio wanted his heir to meet his possible second. And their interactions were about as interesting as a 3 year old and an ill 6 year old could be.

(who knows, maybe Haruno's mother is here as well? Of course, this does raise the question of whether or not she'd take Haruno with her when she inevitably flees the mansion, but for the sake of the AU let's say she does)

but when they're free.......... this is when things get a bit fun :)

because well....... given their ages, the two honestly don't remember each other super well. Haruno hardly remembers any of his time in the mansion at all, and Jotaro's memories are foggy from time and sickness. Kakyoin might know of Haruno's existence from their talks, but admittedly the toddler's importance wasn't NEARLY as much in his mind as compared to being rescued and getting Jotaro to a hospital

by the time Kakyoin's able to tell Holly and Joseph, Haruno's long gone

Italy I'd imagine isn't too different. Sure there's of course the differing dynamics between Giorno and the team given the fact he's 28 (and now the oldest member of the team by a landslide, Abbacchio being the closest at 21) but plot wise? There's definitely the question of do we play it straight or get creative with it which........ okay let's be real we're most likely gonna go the creative route jrdbvjdrbvs

I'm definitely very interested in how Koichi little quest goes down and how Giorno will deal with his chasing, and ofc how Jotaro will fall into things here

Polnareff definitely will make things interesting, since he's of course very related to Events All Those Years Ago and would likely be aware of the fact that Dio son who went missing that fateful night

there's a lot of room to Get Funky With It :)

also I'm just. Rotating Jotaro and Giorno's childhoods. How the mansion was the best and safest Giorno had ever been, and had he grown up there he honestly probably wouldn't have had that bad of a life, at least in comparison to his mother's neglect and step-father's abuse.

but that being in stark contrast to Jotaro's own experience. How the mansion was literal hell. How he was stolen away from his life and family and very nearly died, scared and alone.

how Dio managed to be Giorno's savior and Jotaro's nightmare

how Holly's rescue was Jotaro's saving grace and the thing that shattered any hope of Giorno's good future

how these two are family, both by blood and by the man who attempted to raise and shape them

[calabria-mediterranea]

Mileto, Calabria, Italy

According to tradition, the city was founded by Greek fugitives from Miletus (Miletos in Greek; hence the name) in Anatolia, which had been destroyed by Darius.

Mileto was a Norman stronghold under Roger I of Sicily, the last great leader of the Norman conquest of southern Italy. He died here in 1101. Roger's son, Simon, Count of Sicily, died in the town in 1105, when he was 12 years old.

Simon's brother and successor Roger II was born here in 1095. He began his rule as Count of Sicily in 1105 and later became Duke of Apulia and Calabria in 1127. He became the first King of Sicily in 1130.

In 1807 it was the location of the Battle of Mileto between the French and Neapolitan armies.

The Museum of Mileto wxhibits an important art collection, set on two floors, with works dating from the late Imperial period to the 19th Century. The rooms on the ground floor show roman materials as well as medieval artefacts . Fragments of stained glass and capitals of Norman art (11th-12th Century) are of particular interest. The first room on the upper floor is dedicated to the monumental sarcophaguses of Roger and Giovanna D’Aquino. The other rooms on the first floor are dedicated to a rich section of Holy Art. It is possible to admire silk clerical garments, many silver artefacts, an ivory crucifix by Alessandro Algardi, a famous 17th Century sculptor, and some devotional paintings.

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[thornybubbles]

Yandere JoJo Headcanons: What Makes Them Dangerous (Giorno Giovanna)

There are many, many things that make Giorno a dangerous yandere. From the personality traits he gets from his father to him being the leader of Italy’s mafia, Giorno is set up to be a threat no matter what. Once Giorno has set his heart on making you his, there’s not much you can do. If you run, he’ll track you down and use his criminal ties to prevent you from leaving the country. You might evade him for a while, but you won’t get far. 

Is it a previous relationship that keeps you from him? He’ll take care of that, too. Paying a shady pharmacist off to tamper with your lover’s medication should do the trick. Or he could simply have them disappear. He’s had lots of people that cross him "disappear" in the past. He’s become an expert in that sort of thing over the years. And don’t bother going to the police. He owns them too. 

It’s far easier to just give into his charm and let him lock you away to live in luxury for the rest of your life. It’s not so bad. You have a whole island all to yourself. You won’t be lonely either. Even if Giorno is working, Polnareff is there. Poor man may be stuck as a turtle, but he can still be there to listen to you if you want to talk. Trish and Mista will come by to check on you and hang out if you need that. Though, don’t think that you’ll be able to convince any of them to help you escape. Giorno has told them that it isn’t safe for you anywhere else and they are nothing if not loyal to him. This goes double for any of the guards and staff at the villa that serves as your gilded cage. Not only are they loyal to Giorno, but they have a healthy fear of him as well. They know full well what will happen to them if they help you escape. They aren’t risking it for you, no matter how much you beg, plead, threaten, or bargain.  With yandere Giorno after you, you’re trapped with no chance of returning to your old way of life. But there’s pesto shrimp and wine for supper! Or anything else that you want. Fine dining, jewelry, designer clothing, top notch electronics (heavily monitored and with limited range, of course) are at your fingertips. Just snap your fingers, and Giorno will have the whole world at your feet if you want that. So do you really want to leave?

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

★ 5 // sorellina

★ 6 // amore

cw: it gets kinda dark this chapter💀self harm(cheri lady telling y/n to do it😭😭), y/n being delusional, bloodlust, thoughts of murder, and heavy overthinking ~

5 days later

This evening, your father was coming to have a talk with you.

You were planning on killing him, of course.

You glanced at your watch, waiting by the door. 5:02.

The doorbell rang. You answered and saw your father... and Alexander?

"Father. Alexander." You forced a smile, letting them inside.

You told them to wait in the living room while you made tea.

As you made the tea, sweat trickling down the side of your face, your hands trembling, your pupils the size of pinpoints.

It was Alexander, he was preventing this.

Should you even have told him?

But you weren't going to kill just your father. You were going to take out the entire Romano clan. You needed to. They were a poison to Italy. They were too powerful.

Could Alexander have figured it out?

You had a million different stories coming up in your head, trying not to fall into delusion and struggling to separate fantasy from reality.

You being the woman leader of Il Terrore... Just a front-- A cover up that your father wanted you to believe. It was all Alexander anyway, he was the real Don. He could easily remove you from his plans for the clan. But he didn't know that you knew the truth... Right?

You brought the teapot and cups on a silver tray, setting it down and pouring the tea into cups for them.

"So what did you want to talk about, Father?" You asked.

"You've come to the age where you require a partner and someone to assist you with our gang activities, Y/n." Your father said, taking a sip of tea then taking a cigar out of his breast pocket and lighting it.

"Wh-What do you mean, Father?" You replied nervously.

A large cloud of smoke exited his mouth. "What I'm saying is it's time for you to get married and settle down already."

Your heart was beating in your ears.

Your hands were shaking.

You felt like you were going to pass out.

The room twisted in your vision, your mind wanting to turn to delusion.

"N-No--" You laughed, "I'm only twenty."

"Mia bella sorellina, mia cara, cuore mio," Alexander said desperately, frowning, "Please just consider this. It's a Romano tradition."

"No." You laughed again, "I'm not a Romano. I'm not like any of you. The only thing we share is a last name."

"Y/n, since you're so eager to not be a part of this clan anymore, you are going to be betrothed to Giorno Giovanna, the Don of Passione."

What? What?

"A-Are you serious?" You breathed out.

"I already know you went without asking for permission and made friends with him, so this is what you get for going behind my back. " Your father said.

What?

"Che cazzo fai, padre?" What the fuck are you doing, father? You muttered weakly.

"This is your fate. You two will be perfect together and will make a perfect heir."

What?

"Perché, padre? Ch-Che cosa ho fatto di sbagri—sbagliato?" Why, Father? What did I do wrong? You cried out, stumbling over your words in Italian after so long of only speaking Japanese and English.

"Look at you, you've forgotten your family, your culture, your values, and now your language! How much of a useless tramp are you?!" He yelled angrily.

You opened your mouth to argue back, but he was quick to raise his hand against you and slap you to keep you quiet.

"Cagna stupida." Stupid bitch. He spat angrily then stood up, walking out.

You were stunned.

You were seconds away from turning to your fantasy of a perfect life and ignoring your surroundings.

You were disassociating, but you were too shocked to fully comprehend it. You started to pick at the skin on your hand.

Tears formed in your eyes. A smile crept up on your lips. You bit on your lip until it bled, holding back laughter.

"Y/n.. Mia cara sorellina..." Alexander began guiltily.

"Che cazzo, Alessandro? You knew, didn't you?" You said, fighting a grin.

"Listen to me, Y/n, I was going to tell you—"

You burst out laughing at that, turning hysterical beyond control.

"I shouldn't have told you anything! You planned this."You exclaimed humorously.

"Oh, of course all the blame comes onto me!" He stood up and shouted.

"You are such a weak bastard! I don't mean anything to you! I never have!" You replied, still laughing as tears ran down your cheeks.

He grew furious at that. "Why, you ungrateful little girl! Don't forget what I did for you while Father was too busy drinking and smoking at the bar all day! Don't forget how I pushed my grief aside after Mom died to take care of YOU!"

You sniffled. "Stop fucking lying, Alessandro! Don't forget how you supported father's decision to send me away when I was 11! I've only been back here twice since then, and the last time we saw each other I was 15!"

"Fuck, Y/n, you're such a brat... You're just like a little kid... You're a grown woman, for fuck's sake! Act your age!" Your older brother struggled to stay calm.

"Get the fuck out of here! I don't have time to deal with your multiple personalities." You scowled.

"As you wish, sorellina." He complied bitterly and left, slamming the door shut.

You were burning with anger, furious. You grabbed a tissue and wiped the running mascara off your face.

"I should kill him too..." You murmured to yourself, while intrusive thoughts started to fill your mind. Your hand twitched, genuinely wanting to murder him in that moment.

You were about to light a cigarette when you heard a familiar young voice call out your name, "Y/n?"

Leo walked into the room where you were sitting with a disappointed expression, scarily resembling Alexander. You were a bit afraid since he was already 190cm, just 3cm away from being the same as his father.

You flinched and took the cigarette out of your mouth. "Yes, Leo?"

"What the fuck are you arguing with my dad about? So much yelling." Leo responded, his voice almost as harsh as Alexander's always was to you.

"I-I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't know you were still home. I thought you went with your mother and Elena?" You mustered out nervously.

"I was playing video games. What did Dad say?" He said.

"Don't worry about it." You shook your head.

"Y/n..."

"Leonardo, I'm not in the mood." You responded back authoritatively.

"Fine. Sorry. Can I go to my friend's house while Mama and Dad are gone?"

"No," You furrowed your eyebrows, "Don't you need to study?"

"You're not my mom. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Before you could make another remark, he scowled just like Alexander and went out the front door, slamming it shut.

You were dizzy and lightheaded from everything that just happened, and sat down on the sofa, becoming riddled with anxiety.

"Kusso..." You muttered to yourself, extremely anxious, picking at your fingers and hands, "I'm being betrothed to the son of Dio... What will Jotaro-san think? Koichi-kun? Josuke-kun? Shit..."

"Kusso... Should I even tell Jotaro-san? Just seven years ago we were dealing with remnants of Dio... I don't want to bother him... He's probably working... Fuck..." You were overwhelmed with anxiety and muttering to yourself like a crazy person.

What will you do? Get engaged? Or take out your clan first?

Once again, you were struggling to separate delusion from reality and you had different scenarios coming up in your head that made you feel schizophrenic. You were delirious.

Without even noticing, your fingers became bloody from picking at them, along with the backs of your hands, old wounds opening up on your palms from past self infliction.

You felt yourself wanting to see more blood. A smile crept up against your lips as you gnawed on your lower lip. You hadn't felt this bloodthirsty since Kira Yoshikage.

You stood up to get the first aid kit in the kitchen, catching a glance at the knives, making you stop and stare.

"Do it." Cheri Lady mocked.

"Come on, Y/n, your palms aren't bloody enough, right? It'll be just like old times." She smirked.

Without hesitation, before you knew it, you were staring at the bloody gash across your left palm with a sullen smile on your face. It hurt so good.

Watching the blood gush out of your fragile hands, you loved it.

Drip, drip, drip. You wanted more. The kitchen sink below your hand was red from your blood.

You chuckled breathlessly, feeling a lightheaded, dizzy rush overwhelm your body, then sighed with petty satisfaction.

You were about to cut your wrist, a no-no spot for you because it scarred badly and told everyone that you cut yourself on purpose but you hesitated.

"Alright, that's enough, Y/n." Alima's voice startled you, making you snap out of your daze and drop the bloodied knife in the sink, making a loud sound.

"Sh-Shit, Alima—"

"How much longer are you going to keep doing this to yourself, Y/n?! What if one of my children came home and saw this?!" She burst out, making you stand there with shock. Alima never yelled at you.

"Or, God forbid, your brother walked in and saw you doing this? By God, Y/n, Alexander would slap you so hard you would forget ever losing your sense like this!" Her voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes. You suddenly felt a tiny sliver of remorse.

After all these years of your family betraying and destroying your feelings, Alima was the only one who truly cared about you. She had nothing but love for you.

Your heart was in emotional turmoil. "Alima, I..."

She approached you and gasped at all the blood that was pouring into the sink from the deep wound on your palm. Tears started to run down her face and it hurt to see her so horrified from your selfish pleasure.

"I wish I knew how to help you... Please stop doing this, Y/n..." She wept, shaking her head.

"Alima, don't cry." You murmured calmly, your sanity returning.

You took a deep breath, the pain from the wound feeling unbearable, but you enjoyed it at the same time, feeling high off of your blood loss. You were in guilty bliss.

"Doesn't it hurt, Y/n? How can you keep living like this?" She sobbed, breathing shakily.

"Please, Alima, stop crying. I'm sorry you had to see me like this." You responded, a blank expression on your face. She shook her head and sat down at the dinner table, covering her face while she cried.

"Alima," You sat down in front of her and tried to moved her hands from her face, which made her jerk away.

"I can't even look at your face..." She sobbed, "Every time I look at you, I can only see the little girl who begged me not to marry her big brother because he was mean... You're still just a child to me..."

Pain flashed across your face, but not from your throbbing wound. She still thought of you like that? It had been sixteen years since she married your brother.

"I'm going to take a shower." You mumbled numbly and went upstairs.

As you stepped in the shower, the hot water making the pain from your cut unbearable, watching lightheadedly as the reddened water swirled around the drain.

You began to question why you came back to Naples in the first place.

Why did I come back here?

What was my goal?

I should have known.

When you returned to Naples in 2001, you were targeted by Diavolo for your knowledge of his whereabouts and somehow escaped with your life because of your stand. You packed your bags and ran back to Morioh as fast as you could to continue your typical-schoolgirl facade and forget about everything that happened.

What will the Don think? A wife who gets so immersed at the sight of blood, who craves it so much she cuts herself?

I should have stayed in Japan. I could have become a resident at a high ranking hospital or even a model. I'm too beautiful for this.

The gem of the Romano Clan: Married off to the Don of Passione... I could have gone to America and been dating Hollywood stars... I'm so beautiful...

Your mind was going in circles, and you were quite literally spiraling in your arrogance. You were about to pass out but caught yourself and got out of the shower quickly.

After getting dressed and going back downstairs to the kitchen, you went to a nearby cabinet containing medical supplies and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a roll of bandages.

Alima was still sitting at the table with her hands over her face.

"Alima, I hope you're not still crying." You said softly as you went to sit down across from her and prepare a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol on it.

You pressed the cotton ball to your wound and it stung so bad, you had to smile.

"Stop that, Y/n!" She suddenly yelled with a shaky voice, making you jump.

You didn't respond and finished cleaning up the wound, wrapping the bandages tightly around your hand. You felt relieved from the pain.

She wouldn't stop crying, and you couldn't bring yourself to feel any guilt. Coldhearted and uncaring—That's how it is being a Romano, right?

"Alima, Alexander's gonna come home soon. Please stop crying." You fastened the bandages and forcefully moved her hands from her face, giving her a hug.

"I should just tell him and you can get your ass beat... You don't deserve my kindness..." She sobbed on your shoulder. You suddenly felt the same fear you felt all throughout your childhood caused by your father flood back into you. 

Will she really tell Alexander?

"I—I'm sorry, o-okay? Forget this-s happened." You stuttered, fear setting in at the thought of your older brother finding out.

She didn't respond and just sniffled.

"Alima? You won't tell him, r-right?" You said anxiously, "Right?"

"Fuck, Y/n, I won't! Stop being paranoid!" She pulled away and shouted, standing up.

"I-I'm so sorry, Alima, I'm s-so sorry you had to see me like this." You said solemnly.

"Enough." She held a hand up and went upstairs.

You were in a pit of anxiety, desperately trying not to rip the bandages off and hurt yourself all over again.

"I should really kill Alexander..." You whispered to yourself, Cheri Lady's unwanted, murderous whispers taking its toll in your head, "I should really kill him. He's just like the rest... He doesn't matter to me..."

"He doesn't matter to me."

[survivalist-anon]

Log 5: A long line between here and there

My head was pounding, after what felt like hours of strange and stressful dreams, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and loud snoring.

What I hadn't noticed was I was outside on the deck patio facing the forest, my face was practically freezing in the morning air, as I opened my eyes slowly, I looked up at the more sky.

It was that usually blue and gold sky that blanketed the world. Suddenly, the pleasant morning was slightly interrupted by another unusual surprise...I was wrapped in a thick, heavy pelt, as I slowly got up I looked around to find myself surrounded by three, light livid colored marines...the same ones from the wildlife cameras.

I adjusted myself to a sitting position, I no longer had energy to be scared or surprised....just surreal amazement. Nothing like this happens to people on a regular basis.

Just that second, the scraping movement of metal startled me for just a quick second, turning to see that biggest out of the three had woken up.

It was like seeing a wild animal wake up from deep hibernation, slow but lucid enough to be mindful. His head shook, moved up his shoulders, then his midsection, to his hips and right down legs.

I was not expecting to see this 8ft tall beastman gracefully do a 'doggie shake' this early in the morning. Than again, not a single thing about my situation is anything I was expecting.

His head turned to face me, the red lenses of his helmet glimmered a little. I couldn't see his eye directly, but he was burning right into my soul...it was daunting because I've never experienced such an intense stare.

"ugh ...good... morning?", I figured if these guys were courteous enough to keep me warm, I'm certain they can understand the sentiment of a morning welcome.

He tilted his head to the side, and grabbed the back of my head.

Well guess this is how I die, but then I hear a long, deep inhale.

He was practically breathing me in.

A low but affirmative rumble emanated from his throat, "I see that you are doing well, daughter of Giovanna Drake, granddaughter of Michael Lakatos.".

My ears perked up, "Wait, you knew my grandfather?", as soon as I finished my question, I felt a heavy hand on my leg. I look down it was one of the other Marines waking up.

A loud yawn slid through the stretching armored man, "Good morrow human girly. Quite a night....".

The other one got up and stretched his legs one by one. "Greetings.", he was a little more sleepy than the other two.

I somehow felt a little better to know that they could speak English. I assumed they must have picked up the language from their time here. "Oh, um, good morrow to you too.".

"say, Sten, do think those fists are crossed with us from last night?", the sleeper one asks.

Sten (the pack leader), contemplates about what had happened last night, "my brash actions could have serious repercussions, but they are patient, they wait for my thoughts later."

"Ah, if they want fight, will give them their ugh, "money's worth", as the humans say it?", the other perked up a little.

"Fjord, you know better than to fight other battle brothers. It is not the way of the Codex to fight unjustly.", Sten turns to the other, "you too, Toke."

Fjord and Toke both roll their eyes a little.

"so girly, nice shot with your bow back there, shaking like a leaf yet yah still had a sturdy hand. Impressive.", Fjord gently nudged my shoulder, more softer than Jonas's for certain.

"wait...you guy w-Oh my God! I need to call the others, they're probably worried sick.", I check my phone that I left in my pocket and saw dozens of unanswered messages. "Ooh I'm so dead. Half of these are from my work fr-Oh shit where's Shelly?", in my short panic, I had completely forgotten Shelly.

Fjord and Toke had gotten exited, believe the two are going to join on some amazing rescue mission.

"hmm, likely in your village's infirmary. She will likely be in good hands. Nurse Amila is good with tending to collateral citizens when we retrieve them. It would be uncharacteristic of the Imperial Fists to simply take a human back to their base.", Sten's observation had put a wet blanket on poor Fjord and Toke's plans.

In the midst of texting some of the missed calls, I suddenly realized something that been nagging since the hardware store. "Wait, how do you know Nurse Amila, for that matter....how do you know my mom and grandpa?", I stand up to get ready for anything I need to do in this situation.

Sten huffed gently, almost akin to a heavy sigh, he also stands up, towering over me by almost 3 ft. "I have much to explain to you, and unlike with your mother....it does not seem fair to keep our purpose here a secret anymore....our kind ....the ones you humans refer to as 'metal men', are known as Adeptus Astartes. The angles of the Emperor and warriors of the Imperium. Our task...our purpose of existence....is to protect humanity from the forces of chaos ....and the threats of the Xenos. To expand across the universe and beyond.".

I was left speechless for all the wrong reasons.

"...uhm....that's a lot to take in ...but that doesn't explain why you know so much about....well a good chunk of my family and I'm starting to assume you know a lot more about the town....", I really couldn't help but feel his epic introduction to some extraordinary backstory had to have been a joke.

He tilts his head in mild amusement and let's out a hardy chuckle, "I shall explain more of the Imperium, some other time than.".

Toke leans at my eye level, "Yah see lass, we live for a really long time. I alone am 209 years old, Fjord is the youngest at 130, and Sten....well....he's getting close to 450 soon."

My jaw dropped, "how could that be possible? Do the spacesuits help or something? Also what, that means...you guys are immortal or something.....you guys can't be human under the armor....are you?"

The three of them looked at each other, all of them let out the hardy laughs of men who've just heard the best joke they could hear. I for one was confused...."ok....what's so funny?".

Sten had finished laughing, "my goodness....how rude of us....it is unbecoming for individuals to exchange names, but not faces...", he takes off helmet....revealing his thick, lush main of hair, a dark golden brown hair with a stripe of blondish white on the right side of his head. He had a brutish beauty about him, his complexion was that of a battle worn man who's had his own share of facial scares. Yet he was wild looking, thick brows with a thick beard that was cleverly hiding lower canines. As soon as I could see his face, the Nordic motifs these men had sported began to make more sense to me. As I turn to see Fjord and Toke, I could see all three of them were just as hairy as the last.

Fjord had copper red hair, even more wild and unkept than Sten's, he has stubble in place of a beard, his smile revealed he has a set of long canine teeth, his his ears where oh so slightly pointed.

Toke had light blonde hair, his hair was put in a top knot and a bread like a true Viking, the sides of his head was shaved down revealing claw marks on both sides. As if something was trying to claw his head right off. He also had beard much like Sten, but it was fuller this he braided his.

However one trait that I had begun to notice they all unequivocally shared; golden yellow eyes. Just like a wolf.

"Well, this is the first time a person hasn't looked at us in fear.", Toke commented to his battle brothers.

I had always been a monster movie fantatic, so there was a likely chance seeing them like this was result of me dissociating the strange reality of the fact these are werewolf Viking space men from some far off galaxy. "Why would anyone be scared of you? You gentlemen seem pretty reasonable."

Fjord pretending to be coy, "oh it's just our more 'savage' and 'grizzly' reputation gets the better of people that's all.", gives a side glance trying to be charming.

I couldn't help but giggle, "savage or not,.-", it was then I remembered the deer meat and the tooth charm, "-you all are extremely kind. I appreciate the meat by the way."

Sten's smile pretty much sums it up for me. "You're most welcome. Now, was there something you needed to do?", he looks to my phone and noticed it was ringing in my hands, I must have put it on silent mode.

"oh God, one second.", Sten simply extends his hand allowing me to answer the phone. "Hey Ronnie, I'm so sorry about last night."

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Ronnie was on the other line in a mild panic, "Oh man thank god you're ok. Listen I'm at the hospital with the gang, Shelly is fine but acting all sorts weird.", at the hospital Ronnie was with Jonas, James and Clara next to Shelly....whom was still in the heat of passionate love.

Clara shaking her head, "Shelly why do you have to scare us like that! They could have disappeared with you last night!"

Shelly, smiling and daydreaming about one of the Imperial Fists, "oh Clara, I WISH they took my away.".

The others just looked at each other.

Jonas scrunch her noise a little bit, "ew Shelly what's with the BO?", suddenly a quick slap on the shoulder by Clara shocked Jonas.

"Girl you talk about another woman's smell in front of others, were you raised in a barn?!", obviously not happy about Jonas just rudely stating the obvious.

"ugh, actually I was! There's nothing wrong with being a pig farmer.", Jonas iterated.

Ronnie shaking his head, "hey Lorey you still there? Listen, last night when you and Shelly got kidnapped, I heard the BIGGEST wolf pack in the history of the state! It sounded like 50 or 60 wolves all over the place. They were chasing the truck. Them some big wolves too. The state troopers gave us a bunch reports on something huge just destroying the forest bed."

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Hearing this, I couldn't help but make a wild guess as to what the 60 giant wolves were, "oh really? That sounds crazy, I wonder if it was a super pack.?", I look to the boys and they seem pretty chuffed at being considered a super pack .

"Ugh is James there? Can you pass the phone on to him?", considering Jame's age, I was dying to know.

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Ronnie passed the cellphone to James, "Lorey? Thank the Lord you're alive.", as Ronnie was watching James talk on the phone, his usual laid-back smile slowly turns into a look of concern.

".....I'm sorry Lorey, I have no idear what you could be talking about. Giant metal men? Ah that's just a bunch hooie.", his look of concern turned into a drain of color on his face.

Ronnie on the other was curious about the conversation. "ugh, is everything ok James?"

James at this point was sweating, the jig was up for him, "I'll see you later.....Sten.", he hangs up the cellphone, giving it back to Ronnie, than his face goes right back to that good ol' cowboy smile of his, color and all, "Ronnie boy, you wouldn't happen to know where's Amila would you?".

Ronnie cocked a brow, "ugh I think she's over there.", James gives him a nod and goes to Amila.

What Ronnie could see was Amila giving the same expression James had just given.

"what in the hell is going on here....", Ronnie muttered to himself.

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Sten, gives the phone back to me, "Now that is settled....there is one more thing to do.".

Fjord gives the rubbery part of his armor a scratch, "Get breakfast?".

Sten huffed a bit, "No. We may need to change our tactics...the circumstances have changed dramatically at this point.", he looked at me with a relaxed gaze.

"We will...as it said, "walk and talk"?", he picked me up effortlessly. I felt a little self conscious about being heavy for these guys. I was not the most patite woman out there but neither was I so large to be a concern.

"woah um is this necessary?", I blush a little. I wasn't use to this type of treatment before.

Putting his helmet back on with one hand, "you're quick but you're not up to our speed.", as soon as he was done, all three climb off the deck and begin to sprint off into the forest.

"Next stop, Fort Dorn!", shouts Toke in excitement.

End of Log 5

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GNB Giovanna (gnb au)

As I said in the tags of some post or other, Giovanna's GNB take got turned into a whole AU.

(What with her already technically being an AU of Gia in her role as his past life, we're really going down that AU of an AU route out here, but anyway.)

The concept is a post-apocalyptic world, for which we borrowed the 1st and the flood of light, except then made the whole deal a lot less... Supportive of life. We're talking "the portion of the world that wasn't swallowed by light is a wasteland under nightless skies". Humanity is splintered into smaller settlements and groups of survivors, life's hard, everything sucks and the world is beyond hope according to many.

Hashing out the details is still a bit WIP, but it's been established that Giovanna didn't have the happy childhood her pirate version had—which is why she's so, so much worse than Captain Giovanna. Just heart of ice and stone, evil to the core vibes. Will kick a man while they're down, probably was the one to send them on the ground in the first place. Uses her gunblade to behead people if they dared cross her, lovely stuff like that.

And she's the leader of a settlement, meaning she has underlings. She doesn't lack for personal power nor in the department of bodies under her command, and her reputation is ruthless for a very good reason. She has no tolerance for anyone threatening her people or her power, and there's no worm worse than a traitor in her eyes. Combine that with her unapologetic violence, and getting on her bad side often has deadly consequences.

But as fearsome as she is, she's not actually the big bad guy. No, she's just a pawn of Calhoun's, a man counting many settlements under his rule of an iron fist. It was him that gave her the power she has, and only by his grace does she get to keep it—but he has a soft spot for her due to the help she provided him in taking over the settlement she unhappily lived in. Their resistance amounted to nothing thanks to her undermining their efforts from the inside, grateful as she was for the way they made her life a living hell.

In return, Calhoun gave the whole settlement under her command, but she's under no illusion that she isn't under Calhoun's command in turn. Hard to forget that when he's so possessive over her, especially over her sex life. Dude acts as if he owns her, and there's little she can do about it because maintaining Calhoun's favor is the only way to live. Go against him and you can be very sure to not live much longer.

So she's in a good spot in life overall, but then in comes Ren and suddenly nothing is simple anymore. After some twists and turns they fall into quite hopeless love with one another, and she acts on it despite knowing Calhoun won't take it well if he finds out.

But of course he finds out eventually, and as anyone could have expected, he's not particularly pleased she would 'betray' him like that. While Ren gets to live and gets "only" pressed into forced labor, as her punishment Calhoun beats her to death's door, then has her body dumped in the wilds for her to have her corpse eaten by wild beasts.

Not according to plan, she's found by scavengers from another group of survivors, and recognizing her, they decide to save her because even if something clearly went wrong for her, can it really be bad to have someone like her indebted to them?

Whether she'd respect a debt is another matter entirely, but a person sure can hope.

But with the help of these people, she survives. Barely, but does. However, as well as she knew Calhoun wouldn't tolerate her dalliance with Ren, she knows he will finish the job if he learns she's still alive. As such her only option is to lay as low as she can while trying to somehow locate Ren—and plot revenge on Calhoun, knowing her.