#leone abbacchio

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Genre: platonic, non-bio father daughter duo, fluff, soft abbacchio (kinda)

Warnings: none

Characters: Leone Abbacchio

Notes: I was sad and bored and decided to write this, when I first watched jojo when I was younger all I could think about is how much abbacchio could make a great father figure to someone, so here you all go, I hope you enjoy this, I kinda wrote this as a lil comfort scenario for me and I hope you guys will be able to find comfort in it too <3 F!reader but I tried not to imply it too much

⚠️ Also just so there is no confusion the reader is NOT abbacchios real daughter in this scenario nor is he her biological father! The reader simply sees him as a father figure and abbacchio cares for you like his own daughter (although he would never admit that.)

Abbacchio walks in on you trying to dye your hair at 3 am

It’s the dead of night, closer to 3 a.m than any reasonable hour, and Passione’s safehouse is completely still, save for the faint rustling of wind against the windows. Leone Abbacchio is in bed, trying to ignore his insomnia the way he usually does: by lying stiff as a board and glaring at the ceiling, his teeth grinding slightly in irritation.

He’s almost convinced himself he’s about to drift off when he hears a soft, repeated thud coming from the bathroom down the hall. His eyes snap open, narrowing instantly. He isn’t a paranoid man by nature—not anymore—but in his line of work, you don’t ignore unusual noises at odd hours. With a grunt, he gets out of bed, slipping into his boots and stalking down the hallway.

The light is on in the bathroom, leaking out under the door. He scowls. He knows everyone else in the safehouse is asleep; or at least they should be. Abbacchio raises a fist to knock, but just as his knuckles connect with the wood, the door cracks open slightly.

Inside, he sees you.

You’re hunched over the sink, a pair of bright purple gloves tugged awkwardly over your hands, which are currently smothered in what looks like… pink dye? A lot of it. Bottles and brushes are strewn across the sink in a chaotic mess, the stark white of the bathroom’s countertop streaked with alarming splashes of neon color. A towel—formerly white, now a blotchy pink—hangs precariously off your shoulders. You freeze when you see him, your face contorted in a mix of guilt and panic, as if you’ve been caught red handed in the middle of a crime.

“…What the hell are you doing?” Abbacchio deadpans, his voice dripping with disapproval. He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorway with a look that could cut steel.

“Uh.” You blink at him, hands still poised mid-air like a kid caught stealing cookies. “…Dying my hair?”

“In the middle of the night?” he snaps, eyebrows furrowing deeper. His gaze sweeps over the mess behind you, and his lips press into a thin line. “Do you have any idea what a disaster you’re making?”

You wince, holding up your gloves defensively. “I was trying to be quiet! And I was gonna clean everything up-”

“Quiet?” He steps into the bathroom, his tall frame instantly making the small space feel cramped. “I’ve seen murder scenes with less chaos than this.” He gestures sharply to the sink and the floor, where a drop of pink dye glistens mockingly under the fluorescent light. “If Bucciarati sees this, he’ll have your head.”

“…It’s not that bad,” you mutter, but your voice lacks conviction.

Abbacchio sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why,” he begins slowly, voice as flat as a stone, “are you even doing this? What was so urgent about turning your head into a neon sign that you couldn’t wait until morning?”

You bristle, turning back to the mirror and avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know, okay? I just… felt like it.”

He watches you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Though he’d never admit it, he can see the exhaustion in your movements, the way your shoulders slump slightly despite your efforts to seem nonchalant. Something about it makes him soften, just a little.

“…You’re an idiot,” he mutters gruffly.

“Thanks, Dad,” you shoot back without thinking, half-smiling as you dip the brush into the dye again.

The word makes him pause. He doesn’t respond right away, but his scowl deepens—not in anger, but in that vaguely flustered way he gets when he doesn’t know how to handle sentiment. “Don’t call me that,” he says finally, though there’s no real bite in his tone.

You glance at him in the mirror, and the corner of your mouth quirks up in a way that’s both teasing and oddly sincere. “Whatever you say.”

For a moment, silence settles between you two, broken only by the faint sound of dye being brushed through your hair. Abbacchio watches you work, his sharp eyes catching the streaks you’ve missed and the uneven patches forming near the back of your head. It’s grating to watch.

“Move over,” he snaps suddenly, taking the brush from your hand before you can protest.

“What-”

“You’re doing a terrible job,” he grumbles, pulling a clean pair of gloves from the counter and snapping them on. “If you’re going to make yourself look ridiculous, at least do it properly.”

You stare at him, caught somewhere between stunned and amused. But you don’t argue. Instead, you shift forward slightly, letting him take over.

He works in silence, his movements surprisingly precise as he sections your hair and applies the dye with the same focus he uses in the field. Every so often, he mutters under his breath about how reckless and stupid you are, how you’ll be scrubbing pink stains out of this bathroom for weeks.

But underneath the grumbling, there’s a strange sense of comfort in his presence—a steadiness you’ve come to rely on, even if you’ll never say it out loud. And though Abbacchio would rather drink bleach than admit it, there’s a part of him that doesn’t entirely hate this, standing here, helping you, and making sure you don’t completely ruin your hair.

By the time he’s finished, the first rays of dawn are peeking through the bathroom window. He steps back, pulling off the gloves with a snap and tossing them onto the counter. “There. You look ridiculous.”

You turn to the mirror, examining the vibrant pink that now coats your hair. It’s loud and obnoxious and entirely you. A grin spreads across your face.

“Thanks, Abbacchio,” you say softly, the sincerity in your voice catching him off guard.

He grunts, turning away to hide the faintest hint of warmth creeping into his expression. “Just clean up your mess,” he mutters as he heads for the door.

But as he walks away, you swear you catch a flicker of a smirk tugging at his lips.

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific written for a jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!

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Rambling bellow the cut

I needed to compile these cause I'm well aware they're scattered among a bunch of separate posts. But here are all of them (so far!!!)

I typically have fun with them, so they're probably a little sillier than intended, but I know some people like the silly (which I guess kind of comes with my art style?) Some of them are just. Wildly different qualities for some reason.

These are actually pretty far out of my comfort zone, as I never draw characters from shows, and especially not headmates, but certain headmates specifically requested I draw them or make them pfps and I fear I had nothing better to do

I'm gonna try and remember to add anymore I do in the future to this post, but don't be suprised if I forget and end up making a new post lol

Anyways jjba autism go crazy, dms and asks are open, ty for reading

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Bucciarati Team members as candle scents

This is kind of based off their vibes so yeah.

Also Trish to me is basically apart of the team so she’s here too! I’m consistent so it’s all Yankee Candle LMAO.

Giorno Giovanna- Tranquil Garden

Bruno Bucciarati- Ocean Air

Leone Abbacchio- Dried Lavender & Oak

Guido Mista- Warm Luxe Cashmere

Narancia Ghirga- Spiced Orange

Pannacotta Fugo- Sweet Strawberry

Trish Una- Pink Blush

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