#like. what a breath of fresh air after giorno...

[astralcities]

remembering that jolyne is hated by large large swaths of anime fans always shocks me to my core like she's literally just a funnier & kinder carbon copy of her grandpa. you know. the guy who is almost universally beloved and lauded in shonen spheres. man i wonder what fundamental difference between her & the other joestars leads anime fans to shit on her no matter what

[animeyanderelover]

Hi, can I request Chae Yul, Dabi, Itachi, Giorno Giovanna, Narancia Ghigra, Leone Abbacchio, Douma and Tomioka Giyu with a very shy s/o ? S/o tries to have as little as possible eye contact with the yandere and tries to be as far away as possible? They also try to cover their faces when they are very embarrassed.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive relationship, obsession, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, isolation, jealousy, social anxiety, insecurities, violence, death

Very shy s/o

Itachi Uchiha

🍡Your extremely shy nature is as obvious as it can get and has caused Itachi to feel multiple times a day concerned about you even during his stalker phrase. You’re socially awkward and lack experience as you tend to stick with the things you’re familiar with out of fear to embarrass yourself so the eventual abduction is the worst situation you could be confronted with. Itachi is as understanding as he can be though, is patient and doesn’t try to force you into any more uncomfortable situations. You need time to at least get a chance to adjust but whilst he doesn’t confront you, he at least shows up long enough to let you see that he doesn’t plan to harm you. Itachi definitely feels more protective and there’s this possessive urge at times to keep you completely for himself and to take charge over your life as you have troubles voicing out your opinion. He snaps mostly out of it though, even goes as far as encouraging you to speak up more.

Dabi

🔹Dabi finds the struggles of his s/o and their shyness just freaking adorable, especially since it’s such a strong contrast to his own personality and the ones of the people he surrounds himself with. Seeing you struggling to talk to others or speak up is such a cute sight to see, stalking you and seeing you troubling yourself with concerned thoughts never fails to lift his mood. Whilst it is cute seeing you being insecure and shy by yourself, the sight of someone making you uncomfortable has his blood boiling and everyone who dares to make his little mouse shy will burn for it. He knows that an abduction will surely only worsen things for you but he doesn’t give a fuck about it. You’re such a breath of fresh air in his life, too pure for someone like him but the taboo of it makes it all more exciting. He attempts to make you a bit more comfortable around him though but at times he makes you purposely nervous to see your reactions and tease you.

Tomioka Giyu

🌊Giyu isn’t really any better than his s/o, he just manages to be more stoic and hide his emotions better than his s/o does. There’s this feeling of anxiety and nervousness when Tomioka gets the chance to spend time with you though as he doesn’t know what to say or how to express his feelings for you. The end result is always this awkward silence where you try your best to keep your distance and avoid eye contact. Initially when Giyu notices, he’s worried it’s because of him. After some stalking observing, he comes to realize that you’re just naturally very shy and not because you’re intimidated or uncomfortable around him hopefully. Your shy nature stresses him at times out though since he’s almost always worried that he might do something that may make you uncomfortable so he becomes hyper aware when he’s around you, secretly desperate to gain some of your affection. He can’t help the increase within his protective nature though, if someone makes you feel anxious he will step in.

Douma

❄️Possibly one of the worst when it comes to a very shy s/o. Now, in Douma’s eyes his darling is nothing short of adorable. Every little reaction has his heart fluttering wildly in his chest, every shy word spoken has him enraptured. He dotes excessively on you for your shyness, spoils you with all the riches he can give. Unfortunately Douma lets his sadistic streak show as he forces you into uncomfortable situations with him only to see your shyness and witness the way you avoid eye contact, stutter and pinch your heated cheeks whilst cooing over your sweetness. Whether he violates your personal space or asks you gruesome and weird questions. It should be pointed out that Douma is awfully possessive though. You are only for his eyes and everyone else who either gets a glimpse of your adorable personality or makes you a bit anxious will be beheaded on the spot. For that sake Douma keeps you isolated as everything about you should only be his to savor and cherish.

Giorno Giovanna

🐞Some may think that this should be forbidden. Giorno himself understands though. The unlikelihood of two people so vastly different as someone like you should never be involved with the likes of him. Ultimately Giorno won’t stay away from you though as he’s possessive and partially delusional too. Unlike the force and power he holds, he approaches you normally though as he hides who he is from you in an attempt to charm you and have you falling in love with him naturally instead of straight up forcing you. He takes advantage of your shy personality though as he knows that you feel nervous to approach new people and starts manipulating your surroundings so you end up spending a lot of time with him and only him. Whilst your shy reactions around him might be adorable at first, it’s important to him that you feel comfortable around him. Giorno is fairly patient and suave with you but you have an abduction coming eventually for you.

Leone Abbacchio

🍷Abbacchio is hit with feelings of insecurity and shame as he can’t help but feel like this should be illegal. You’re without a doubt the purest and softest person he’s ever met and normally he would have frowned at your behavior. But all it really took was your sensibility and your caring nature to make him fall for you as you showed him more kindness than the majority of people he knows. He doesn’t deserve you, it’s something Leone tells himself daily as you don’t fit within the grim lifestyle he leads. He doesn’t want you to find out who he really is for the sake of keeping what he has of you in his life now. He’s a bit dependent on the slices of kindness and nurture you give him, especially since he knows that you have troubles socializing due to your shyness, a trait which overwhelms him at times. Abbacchio turns very vicious and aggressive around others if they make you anxious, follows you around more than you should know as his protective streak makes it hard for him to not do nothing.

Narancia Ghirga

🧡Narancia overdoes it when it comes to his darling due to the clear inexperience in general when it comes to the concept of loving someone romantically. He's never really met someone as shy as you before either and frankly spoken, that leads to some misunderstandings, especially since he's paranoid. Your shyness is mistaken as fear as you can't keep eye contact with him and always keep a good distance between you two. Narancia, assuming that you don't want to be with him, takes for that the wrong path as he starts following you around even more, invades your privacy and tries desperately to gain your attention until he can't take it anymore and bursts out in tears in front of you, blaming you for not even giving him a chance and begging you to accept him. Even after he has understood that you're just a very shy person, he turns only worse with those around you as he starts threatening everyone as soon as you look remotely uncomfortable and smothers you with his presence and affection to make you feel protected.

Chae Yul

💜Chae Yul might find your shyness adorable later on but as long as you keep avoiding him and his gaze, you really trigger the worst inside of him. Yul is addicted to your thoughtfulness and your kindness you show him, especially during the days where he is bullied. He starts to believe that you two only need each other and his obsession really starts kicking in after he realizes that you're someone who has troubles adjusting to new people and new situations, hence why he makes sure to keep you away from others. You only need him and he makes it significantly hard for you to form new bonds since he's clingy and follows you around everywhere, convinces you to stay with him and threatens and scares everyone else away, paranoid that you might get close to someone. He's already boiling with jealousy if he realizes that you have less troubles looking at someone and talking to them which only results in him guilt-tripping you with tears into showing him affection, he won't allow anyone else getting in between you two.

[kimiko24-art]

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🌱INTRODUCTION

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This is my self insert. This wiki entry is specifically for my JJBA AU. Art, some general info, and tidbits will be posted here. Not sure if I wanna continue the full story. I think this is enough info for now lol

🌱GENERAL INFO

Name: Kimiko Daiyuki (this is actually an allies)

Age: 23

Gender: Female (Any pronouns)

Zodiac: Gemini

Occupation: Model, singer-songwriter (changes to match AUs)

Sexually Orientation: Bisexual

Species: Human

General Appearance:

Kimiko is a thin woman with a medium bust and a few curves here or there. She stands around 5'7, has a dark golden skin tone, and medium shoulder length black hair. Kimi’s body has a lot of scars on it..mainly around her limbs; arms and legs. She likes to wear clothing that shows off her physique.

🌱AU INFO

(Mainly backstory and relationship stuff is provided)

🔱JOJO's Bizarre Adventures🔱

AGE: 23

F/O: Bruno Buccellati☕🍵

「STORY (short ver.)」

Kimiko was never fond of her family, she always felt so distant from them and wasn't treated lovingly. After failing time and time again to gain their approval. Kimiko decided to move on and came to Italy in pursue of a job opportunity, perhaps this would be her chance? A new start with a happy life, but unfortunately this wasn't what it seemed. She was tricked and nearly smuggled once reaching her "job" but luckily escaped in time. However since she used every last penny to pursue this false career, she was stuck. Lost and alone, in a foreign country. She lived on the streets for several months. Starving and trying to survive, she joined a small unknown gang out of desperation. But was once again ended up in danger when one of the members try to have their way with her in an alley. Luckily a passersby rescued her from the situation, he revealed himself to be Bruno. After talking with the stranger for a while, he offered her a position in Passione. Even though she was hesitant and still shaken up she agreed to join. Some time passes and after a few encounters with stand users she gained her own. That's when she decided her new life started then and there. Passione and Bruno had filled her empty heart with a burning passion for life and she wanted to spend it with them, her new family. (These events happen a little before Giorno arrives.)

Tidbit(s)

🌿 Kimiko needs glasses but they got messed up during her time on the streets, so she couldn't really see for a little bit in the series. She eventually gets a new pair and cries when she can see everyone's faces clearly for the first time. (Happens after Giorno and Trish join)

🌿 Her stands name is Boom Boom Satellites~ named after one of my fav J-rock bands!

🌿 Kimiko likes to feed the abundance of stray cats that are around the area on her downtime. She also enjoys writing poetry, listening to music, and drinking tea with Bruno.

🌿 Here's a playlist of songs that are dedicated to/remind me of Kimiko.

🌱RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

🔱JJBA Relationship's Headcanons🔱

🐦🌊🐦 Kimiko deeply admires and respects Bruno as person. She finds his goals extremely admirable and knows that he's a person that cares deeply for those around him, she wouldn't hesitate to follow him to the ends of the earth. Kimiko can let her guard down around him. Bruno and her tend to spend a lot of time at different cafes together, taking walks to view the scenery, and trying out different restaurants. Bruno enjoys his time with Kimiko and likes how supportive and innocent she is. They often chat about a lot of different things together~

⭐⭐🔫 Other than Bruno, Kimiko is really close to both Trish and Mista. With Mista around Kimiko feels at ease and laughs a lot with him. They often hang out and go to cinemas, or find other fun or mischievous things to do around town, it's really a breathe of fresh air with him! And she really enjoys their friendship! Fugo and Narancia tag along too~ After getting use to her, Mista began treating her like one of the gang.

🌺🌹🌸 With Trish Kimiko finds it easy to talk with her, they're actually more similar than what they realize. They often spend hours talking, just nice having a break for themselves to be girls for a while honestly. Kimiko often goes out with Trish shopping, or to go get sweets from pastry shops. She has a protective instinct towards Trish because she sees herself within her. Kimiko treasures the bond between them a lot. Trish seems to appreciate the company and enjoys herself when they hangout.

⏪▶⏩ Kimiko sees Abbacchio as an authority figure, and someone she can trust undoubtedly. She often goes to him or Bruno for advice. Abbacchio sometimes does offer her advice, but usually he ends up telling her that she should use her own head and gut. She usually finds herself wanting Abbacchio's approval. Even though she finds him intimidating, Kimiko knows that she can trust him with her life. She sometimes tags along with him when he runs small earns. Abbacchio wonders about Kimiko sometimes, she's a bit naive in his eyes. And honestly he thinks she's too soft for this sort of life. But he knows how much Bruno cares about her. So he watches over her from a distance for him.

🔱⭐🔱 Kimiko respects Giorno a lot. She respects his intelligences and ability as a person and stand user. Giorno has a lot of Kimiko's trust even though she does not display it with words. She always asks Giorno what his views are on certain matters and she likes having conversations with him. They take strolls around town, or Giorno stops by sometimes to help her with the strays. Giorno likes chatting with Kimiko. They find each other interesting.

🍊🍊✈ For Narancia, Kimiko often finds herself wanting to take care of him like an older sister, or mother. Though she realize that he's his own person and tries her best not to smother or pester him. Usually internalizing the urges. Her and Narancia often read books, play games, and listen to music together. She also tries to help him study sometimes along with Fugo. But she really sucks at math as well, so Fugo ends up schooling both her and Narancia. Other times Narancia eagerly tries to get Kimiko to join in when him, Mista, and Fugo dance~ but she's too shy to.

🍓🍓💉 When it comes to Fugo, Kimiko sorta views him as a younger brother, he doesn't seem to mind though. Fugo often helps her out if she asks and Kimiko really appreciates that when he does. She tries to help him out a lot in return! They don't hangout much outside of Passione's activities! But they sometimes spend time together if someone else is along with them (mista, narancia, trish)

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🌱COMIC/ OCS /FAKE SCREENSHOT(S):

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FS: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

C: 1, 2, 3

OC(S): 1, 2

🌱CONCLUSION

That's it for now~ I'll probably end up changing some things at some point.

[jotawife]

Stone Ocean Final Thoughts

Going into Stone Ocean I knew it took place in prison and I was worried the setting would begin to feel dull and claustrophobic to the storyline. I was pleasantly surprised that it never happened. At least, upon this first watch I was engaged the entire time. And Jolyne was a big part of that.

After Giorno being such a lackluster JoJo for me Jolyne was such a breath of fresh air. She had the best combination of the previous JoJos particularly the first 3. She had Jonathan’s kind heart, Joseph’s wit, and her father’s determination and will. Her fighting style combined all of those elements and made her so compelling to watch. She couldn’t just punch her way out of things. She had to be creative and rely on her brain to come up with solutions. Several times I wondered how she was going to get out of a situation (the memory plane crash, Pucci turning her heart inside out) and she always pulled it off in some way I wasn’t expecting.

I loved all the new characters. Ermes, FF, Anasui, Weather Report, Emporio! What a great cast of new personalities. I could watch a show that was just all of those characters and Jolyne in a slice of life, domestic setting. It’s what they all deserve and I guess, that’s what they got in the end. Which just makes me even more emotional. The fact their bonds were so strong that they found each other even in the next universe. (Except FF which that was a travesty! And I know she told Jolyne it’s okay because it wouldn’t really be her but still.)

Now I have to talk about him because he is the love of my life: JOTARO KUJO. I’m thankful I had seen parts of Stone Ocean when my siblings first watched it. I was aware Jotaro wasn’t in SO a lot and that kept me from hoping he’d show up at any moment. Despite him not being in a majority of the episodes, he was such a strong presence and motivating factor for Jolyne. It reminded me of how Jotaro went to Egypt to stop Dio and save his own mother. It was refreshing to see it reversed with Jotaro as the damsel in distress and Jolyne trying to save him. When Jotaro finally did show up…WOAH! What an entrance. The way the time stop came out of no where and then we hear Jotaro’s theme! It was a triumphant moment and well deserved. I loved how he held Jolyne in her arms and she looked up at him and said “old man”. Then there was the beautiful parallel when Jotaro saved Jolyne from the knives. He proved to her in that moment that she was always his priority. Then him getting slashed by Pucci and saying her name….done. 😭 Not only was I crying because Anasui and Ermes were taken out, but to see Jotaro like that. My heart….

Which leads me to the over all ending. It intially felt so bleak and hopeless. Seeing everyone get taken out by Pucci was awful. Then Jolyne and Emporio fleeing as time went faster just added to the sense of catastrophe. Jolyne sacrificing herself so Emporio could escape was heart wrenching and I cried. But then the reveal that Emporio had Weather’s disc was such a unexpected turn to me and revitalized the whole seen with hope. I like how Weather entrusted his disc to Jolyne who entrusted it to Emporio. It was having faith in each other that saved them all.

And I did not stop crying from the moment Emporio in the reset universe saw Ermes get off the bus. And then Anasui showed up with Jolyne Irene. Seeing Irene and Emporio interact was just 😭 when she took off her sweater for him and asked his name! Just ugly sobbing.

But oh no! Then the credits go through all SIX PARTS. I was left grabbing tissues and I looked at my sister and said, “why did you make me watch this?!” just because it got me so emotional.

So, safe to say I love JoJo. And I’ll be waiting with everyone else for Steel Ball Run to be animated. Until then I’m reading Phantom Blood part 1.

[starry-blue-echoes]

Y E S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S

oh I L O V E the idea of playing with just how evil Darkness can be. Maybe it's sorta like when mental illness gets bad, like a "having mental illness can make you more at risk of falling into certain behaviours or spirals, but mental illness itself is not inherently bad" type of thing. When you're Dark it's a lot harder to walk the morality line, but with a good support network and help it's not impossible

and I LOVE your thoughts for the Stone Ocean Crew, I'm putting them all in my mouth, especially Hermes, Emporio and Weather

just. Hermes quite literally making a deal with a devil just so she can get revenge for her sister. How the corruption process wasn't even that difficult or painful because of how badly she wanted that revenge, and how because of how desperately she clung to the Darkness they couldn't purify her

Emporio constantly being surrounded by Darkness for his entire life and never being able to get out of the somewhat suffocating miasma it gives him and because he's still a developing child it impacts his health and growth, even giving him long term physical side affects. Jolyne is an almost literal breath of fresh air into his life and for the first time Emporio gets to feel what Light is truly like

and I had a THOUGHT for Weather and Pucci. What if Pucci kinda..... accidentally stole all of Weather's Darkness but in a bad way. Like, because Twin Magic Bullshit, Pucci managed to figure out a way to essentially steal all the Darkness out of him which he then later managed to figure out how to do with other people to get more and more power "to attain heaven" (hence why he's in Green Dolphin, for all the free Darkness).

However, Pucci isn't purifying them. He's not getting rid of the Darkness, he's just stealing it. The corruption is all still there...... but now the victims aren't getting any power from it. It leaves them drained, exhausted, empty, and none of them even realise it because Pucci uses the Darkness to fuck with their memories

So Weather just...... drifts. He doesn't care about much because he can't care, he can barely feel anything to begin with. In fact, the only reason he hasn't died because of the long term affects of Pucci's experiments is because of the very same Twin Bond that started it. Just enough Darkness is able to leak back to him that he doesn't completely shut down, and that coupled with the lingering Darkness around the prison is enough to keep him going

The idea of Jolyne getting yote into Super Jail because of the Magical Girl Government is really funny to me and I had another possible thought to add to it

what if Pucci is a member of said Governing Body. Like, officially he's the overseeing Magical Girl in charge of the place who's supposed to make sure none of the Darkness manages to seep out into the surrounding area and to keep an eye on the prisoners to see if there's any change in their "Un-Purifiable" status. To them, he's simply a kind, intelligent and very dedicated priest with no ties to Dio whatsoever

so after he set up Jolyne to supposedly have killed a man, all it took was some rumours, a couple fudged reports of past behaviour, and some well veiled offers and she was put on a one way bus to Green Dolphin

but also separate from that, speaking of Jolyne I had another idea to kinda play more into the themes of Darkness not being Evil. What if she kinda brings people to a state similar to how Giorno was? Like, an almost exact middle of Light and Dark which allows them a complete choice of how they want to go about things, but taking away the risk that tipping into one side will kill you since full blooded humans are naturally born as Light Beings

Oh shit, open ask box??? Woo! I've had this idea bouncing around for a while;

Magical Girls Stardust Crusaders

Like we already have a five person team, animal sidekick, abilities that are otherwise supernatural. No transformations, but that can be arranged :)

Stands can be their magical girl forms :D

DFHVDFVJDFBJD

Stardust Crusaders isn't even a Crusade this time, it's just Jotaro realizing he's now a Magical Girl and has to deal with Dio's bullshitery plaguing his town

also I just. Absolutely adore the mental image of Jotaro in a super flowy, pretty Magical Girl Dress™. It's his ass kicking outfit and anyone who tries giving him shit for it gets their asses promptly pummeled into the concrete. One Does Not Simply Insinuate Star Platinum Can't Rock His Outfit, and after he's been around for a few months the locals are just as defensive about it

him slowly building a team is entirely by accident. Joseph used to be a magical girl Back In The Day and when he finds out he does what he can to mentor and help Jotaro so he's not going in blind. Avdol was a friend of Joseph's he called in as backup just in case. Kakyoin (and later Polnareff) were swayed to their side with the Power Of Violence Friendship.

Maybe part of Dio's thing this time is that he has two types of minions. The first are the characters from canon which are more powerful and willingly on his side, and then there are the innocent people who get mind controlled/corrupted and jazz. Or maybe those minions aren't people at all and thus much less capable

also fast forwarding a decent amount in the timeline, I like to imagine that in DiU Jotaro ends becoming like that one trope of "older retired and exhausted magical girl helping out the newer generation" just because I think it could be nice

[beneathashadytree]

HCs about the Bucci gang with a S/O who’s not a gangster and instead just a normal civilian who’s clumsy and messes things up a lot like bad cooking. Despite that, they try their absolute best everyday to make up their mistakes and even tries being a good and understanding lover to them.

CLUMSY LOVE - BUCCI GANG X READER

Warnings : a few curse words I think, mentions of injuries and bruises, this isn’t proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : lots of fluff <3

Word count : 1.1K words

Additional notes : This was so soft, thank you so much for requesting! I love writing for the entire gang, and I truly believe that having a normal civilian as their s/o would be a breath of fresh air. Hope you enjoy this!💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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Masterlist

Bruno is more than delighted by the sense of normalcy that settles in his life ever since meeting his lover

After all the shit he has to deal with on a daily basis, he’s glad to come home to find some respite in his lover’s arms after they’ve gotten home themself

Oddly enough, he finds their clumsiness quite endearing

More often than not he’s quick to act and gently cradles their head before they slam into a protruding part of the wall, or pulls them in by the waist to prevent them from falling over after tripping on something

Though they do feel dejected by the fact that most of their cooking endeavors end as failures, Bruno never hesitates to kiss them softly and usher them to relax as he instead takes them out for lunch

He’s got more than enough money to afford that, and he’d hate to see them so down after another failed attempt

He already feels relieved knowing that they haven’t stained their hands red with blood as he has, and he’d rather protect their guilt-free conscience forever

Abbacchio generally gets a little irritated, but not at them; for them

His beloved would sometimes be determined to cook dinner for them on date night, and would probably injure themself one way or another using the knife

He’d get a little frustrated at them going to all these lengths and getting hurt when he could’ve just spoiled them and taken them out at the finest restaurant in Napoli

Every time he returns from a mission all forlorn, he relishes in the time they get back home and let him embrace them, protectiveness washing over him as he’s struck with just how dangerous life is being with him

Them listening to him so intently and with so much care and affection nearly has him tearing up and swallowing past the thickness in his throat

It’ll take him some time to accept that despite how different their life is from his, they loved him just the same and were willing to stick by him no matter what

Mista’s a trainwreck himself; aside from when it comes to being the brilliant sharpshooter he is, he’s quite clumsy himself

If his lover were to fall over something on the floor, chances are he’s the one that left it there—and also the one who tripped on it just seconds earlier

Whenever he comes back heavily wounded and in need of bandaging up, they always try their best to dress him properly, and somehow always fail

Through all the pain he manages to chuckle, finding it adorable how sheepish they looked after concentrating on their work so hard and somehow still ending up with loose bandages

Neither of them are any good in the kitchen, with their clumsiness and his basic-ass skills, and the stove is more likely to end up in flames, so he prefers to dine out with them if he can

Still, he barely fights back a blush every time they take care of him so tenderly; he’s not used to being someone’s center of attention like that beyond a relationship built on lust and foolery, and it’ll take him a bit to revel in their quiet understanding and unconditional love

Giorno happens to excel at housework, seeing as how he’d grown to take care of himself as best as he could, so he was more than willing to cook for them both

Their insistence was adorable, and he knew that they offer it out of the goodness of their heart, but he would much rather nudge them away from setting their villa on fire

He’s the best sort of partner for a clumsy person, because as graceful as he might seem, he flounders pretty often as well

Any injuries are quickly dealt with with Gold Experience, returning as good as new (and maybe even with a tentative kiss to their forehead)

To him, it’s a blessing just to have someone so understanding of the duties and responsibilities that fall on his shoulders as Don

Though being with him was risky, his immense love for them was more than enough of a drive for him to guarantee their safety

Fugo could cook pretty decently, and he took immaculate care of any space he lived in, so he’d never give them a chance to fuss over anything that might potentially end in a clumsy mess

He’d be a little exasperated, seeing them grinning sheepishly at him while covered in bruises, but he’d still berate them fondly as he took care of each injury

When it comes to himself, though, he pays little to no mind to how hurt he is, so having them fret over him overwhelms him a bit—in a good way; a way that has butterflies swarming his tummy and an embarrassed blush on his face

The fact that they handle him at his worst and whenever he’s drowning in sadness and fury isn’t something that slips his notice

He truly believes that they give him more than he ever believed he was worth, and he’d do anything to pay them back likewise

It’s far from easy to be associated with someone so deeply entwined in the mafia, and though it would kill him to have them have even a single scratch because of him, he couldn’t help but wish to keep his lover beside him and protect their innocence in this depraved world of his

Narancia straight up laughs whenever his lover clumsily knocks stuff over or bangs into surfaces, though it’s always without malice

It’s just another endearing trait of theirs, and he can’t help chuckling as he pulls them back up and tends to any cuts or bruises they have

He gets injured often too, so he’s pretty much an expert at dealing with that stuff by now—and he’s especially flattered to do so if they’ve been dealt these wounds while trying to cook for him

He’s an easy-to-please guy; a few snacks would’ve sufficed! He’ll be open to going an a run to a fast food joint or a casual restaurant if they’d like

Outside of the mafia, he’s really had no support to lean back on, so their presence in his life reminds him that they’re his guardian angel that he just so happens to love and be loved by

If they ever feared for either of their safety, they never voiced it; instead, they openly expressed their endless care and affection for him in the way they were unfailingly understanding and attentive to him—and he genuinely believes that for that they’re braver than he’ll ever be

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

[webofpassione]

Aerial Show

Narancia x Reader

Content Warnings: References to Polygamy

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When you’d first found yourself able to see stands, Narancia and Abbacchio hadn’t been there for the explanation. There was a new horror movie showing that left Narancia begging and pleading until somebody agreed to go with him. Abbacchio didn’t enjoy horror all that much but he was great at making anybody feel safe when walking back after the movie.

There were a multitude of questions thrown at you before they returned home. You answered while struggling to pay attention to each Pistol equally. After you offered your recollection of events, you couldn’t help but yawn.

At Bucciarati and Giorno’s insistence and with an ever-worsening headache, you’d retreated to your room for much-needed sleep.

You woke up a little later with bright eyes hovering above you.

“Narancia,” you acknowledged, voice raspy from sleep. “What time is it?”

“Five.”

“In the morning?”

He was practically planking over you and you nearly headbutted him as you sat up. The headache that had plagued you was gone but the earliness of the morning could be felt in your bones.

“Last night, Mista said that you could see stands now,” Narancia said. “I didn’t want to wake you up but do you want to see Aerosmith?!”

Narancia had been wanting to show you his stand for as long as you could remember. The first day you had met him, a gust of wind had ruffled your hair and he had excitedly asked if you’d seen it. Every time he did a new trick, the entire group was called over including you even if you couldn’t see the plane-like stand.

The memories were enough to wake you up, changing your groggy sleepiness into a smile.

“Of course. Let me get dressed and we can head out.”

The sun was rising when you left the house bundled in one of Bucciarati’s “borrowed” coats. Narancia’s excitement was almost tangible when he intwined your fingers together.

You took a deep breath, relishing in the freshness of the air. Only a few people were up and they were also half-asleep, keeping their voices down and their focus on their coffees. The slight coffee smell had you craving it.

“Do you want to get some breakfast later?” you asked. “There’s a new café I’ve been wanting to try out?”

“Sure! C’mon, there’s a shortcut here.”

Narancia brought you to an open area, nestled far behind some of the buildings. It looked like some docks that had been abandoned due to their small size being outgrown. The waves lapped at the slowly crumbling poles.

“Aerosmith is a plane, right?”

Your answer came in the form of a whirling propeller. There was a rush of wind as a bright plane zoomed past your head, barrel rolling into the sky and unleashing a volley of bullets into the waves. It looped through the air, twirling like it was at an aerial performance.

“That’s so awesome,” you breathed, refusing to take your eyes off the plane.

It zipped closer. You laughed as it flew under your arm, smaller than you thought it would be but still realer than you had imagined. Its next loop had its wheels brushing against the top of your arm.

“What do you think?!” Narancia asked, his voice excited and proud. He adored his stand and he wanted nothing more for you to love it also.

“It’s amazing,” you said, tearing your eyes away from the plane to face him. “It’s the coolest stand I’ve ever seen.”

Narancia smiled so wide that you worried his face would split in half.

The slight fire that glowed around him wasn’t something you’d seen before. Mista certainly didn’t have it when the Pistols were out. His happiness shone brighter than whatever stand power was glimmering around him.

“He has a bomb and a radar also, right?” you asked.

“Yup!” Narancia gestured for you to watch as the small bomb dropped from Aerosmith. It plummeted into the ocean and sent massive splashes through the air. “About the power of a grenade from what I’ve seen,” he explained. “It mostly disorientates people but it can hurt them if it hits directly.”

You didn’t like the thought of it being used in combat. Aerosmith’s toy-like appearance made you forget that it was actually dangerous and not just some kind of video game.

Narancia didn’t notice your momentary lapse in excitement (thankfully) and brought your attention to his face where a small radar was now being held by a miniature propeller.

“This is the radar,” he introduced. “I can see us and some other people but they’re nowhere near us. It picks up carbon dioxide which is really cool.”

You had already been told about Aerosmith’s abilities but it was something different to see the small plane flying around. Stands may have been real before (you could see the effects they had on the world) but they hadn’t felt like they were there until now.

“Can I touch him?” you asked.

“Uh, I guess so,” Narancia said. The plane zipped over, hovering uncertainly before you. “It’s harder to keep him hovering in one place though.”

You reached out and gently touched the plane. It didn’t feel like a toy. The metal was cold to the touch – like a real weapon just shrunken down in front of you. You continued examining it, running your fingers over the steel until it vanished without warning.

Narancia wrapped you up in a massive hug, his chin digging into your shoulder as he pulled you closer. “Don’t forget how cool Aerosmith is when you see the others’ stands.”

You laughed and hugged him back. He smelled vaguely like gunpowder, something that must have been connected to Aerosmith’s appearance. “I won’t,” you promised. “I don’t think anybody else can do a barrel roll.”

“The Pistols can when they fall over.”

You ended up going to the café that morning and occasionally a toy plane zipped past your head when you least expected it, making you giggle every time.

[juminsmysticmc]

That special place - growing together

So! This is the end of this FanFiction! I was really hyped to write it and I am thankful to the person who requested this, although I am a bit sad that it didn’t get as much attention as I thought it would get....maybe the end of this fandom indeed also arrived here too ( or was it bad written? )  Whatever, enjoy the last chapter! 

Chapter 1 - Beginning // Chapter 2 - Anniversary // Chapter 3 - Adding a Person // Chapter 4 - Chaotic feelings 

In a totally different place, even a different country, a black haired man sat on his couch. The room was dark as no light was allowed to enter while he held his glass of wine in his hand. Jumin Han was slowly breathing. The tears he shed were already dried as he closed his eyes. When did everything begin to crumble?  When did the both of you begin to grow apart?  When did he grow so distant to you and his own children that you had to do something like this, running away and taking the kids with you, even ignoring his calls. He had no idea where you were staying, how you were living, and who you were with.

The only thing he knew was what the little note on the table said, ,,Need time for myself. The children are with me.’’ No one, not even the guards, noticed that you left and the reason was probably because you used the secret passage to escape. Did you feel closed in? Why did you have to act like that? Still not being able to find an answer, Jumin fell asleep on the couch… alone.

The next day followed by and he still didn’t hear news of you. 

The day afterwards passed just like the day before and the following day unfortunately too until a week passed. No one heard anything of you.

At some point, Jumin decided to call your mother and that’s when it hit you. ,,She left the children with you?’’ Jumin asked you, his heart was jumping, almost bursting out of his chest when he heard his Mina singing in the background. How long has it been? ,,Yes, actually, if you wouldn’t have heard them, I wouldn’t have told you. Jumin, what’s wrong between you and Mc? Why did she escape? She actually wanted to pick them up yesterday and still didn’t come. Did you cheat on her?’’ your mother asked him, making him gasp in fear. Did something happen to you? ,,When I asked her yesterday, she still didn’t want to tell me,’’ she mumbled. ,,Wait, Mc actually responds to you? Of course I didn’t cheat on her, but she ignores me,’’ he told her, totally hurt by your actions. But after this call, Jumin was more than ready to take you back and search for you, no matter what…

You looked at your clock and took a few steps outside, breathing the fresh air as you closed your eyes. You suddenly could hear your children scream and giggle in the background and as if it happened yesterday. You remembered Jumin and how he warned them to not go into the woods because of the insects, making you smile at that memory. How long had it been since that passed, you wondered. But something you knew for sure was that you had to go back, fetch your children, despite still not knowing what you felt and how you wanted to go on in your life. Was a divorce the best way to cope with that unhappy situation, despite you still having feelings for Jumin? Or were those feelings just a thing you were used to feeling? 

,,A dopo,“ you called as the man bowed, knowing that something was up since you came alone for the very first time ever since he got to know you for almost twelve years. Suddenly, the phone rang and recognizing the number, he knew something was up between the both of you. 

,,Buon Giorno signiore,“ he said as he observed you walking outside. Your eyes wandered to the beautiful scenery, the houses next to each other and the little food stands. You remembered the first time you and Jumin got to eat a pizza without a fork or a knife and despite everything being so messy, it was the best you ever had. ,,It was the first picture Jumin took that wasn’t fuzzy,“ you laughed as you observed, sightseeing. ,,Awwee, that‘s where we bought Mina‘s first toy when we got to know that I was pregnant,“ you giggled. Suddenly, you turned around. You didn’t know why but you thought that someone was going to react to your words, but suddenly it hit you and as loneliness overcame you, tears began to roll down your cheeks.

You began to walk back to the hotel after you noticed that it actually got much later than you planned it to be. With teary eyes, you pushed the glass door open and walked past the man who greeted you in Italian as you walked up every single stair. Opening the door, you suddenly noticed that the light was turned on. You were fearing an intruder, but you were in a hotel so no one could have stepped in, right? So, would your life end like this? Your children away from you and their father, you without Jumin and without ever having talked out all those problems…? Your heart was beating like crazy as the door was pulled with a lot of force until a sweaty, tired, almost exhausted man stood in front of you, his suit messy with big dark circles below his eyes. ,,J-Jumin?“ your voice cracked as you didn’t expect to see him of all people. ,,Mc,“ he sighed. ,,Why did you leave?“ he whimpered, pressing his lips together, trying to check you from top to bottom. ,,How did you find me?“ you asked him. Your voice was about to crack, but you tried to stay calm as you closed your eyes and inhaled. ,,Let‘s talk inside, mh? I talked to your mom and heard the children… it was hard for me that you took them away,“ he confessed, making you feel sudden rage. 

,,What’s the difference between this week and the last few years? Were you there when Mina got her bad fever and Driver Kim had to rush me to the hospital? Were you there when Eun Wo fell at the playground and cried for his father, but I had to comfort him, telling him that I was there? Where were you when they had their first class trips? Where were you when I slipped in the shower while the stove was on when Mina was a newborn and Eun Wo barely understood me enough to give me my phone? Where were you when you didn’t respond to my calls so I had to do it myself? Jumin, you were never there when I needed you and at some point your children, even though it was hard, stopped needing you too,“ you hissed. You knew that these were hard words, but you couldn’t stop yourself from telling him anymore and just rushed in, going past him and throwing your purse on the floor before throwing yourself on the couch, your legs crossed as you glared at him.

He seemed shocked by your sudden confession. 

,,I didn’t know that you felt like that… I, I-” Jumin looked away. ,,I misunderstood,“ he whispered. ,,I had the feeling that I had to stay strong. Being the wife of Jumin Han wasn‘t always easy, you know?“ you laughed. ,,I had the feeling that I wasn’t needed. And at some point I had the feeling that we grew apart and that the company needed me more than you…“ Jumin said. ,,That’s not true, though. Why would you think that your wife and two children didn’t need you?“ you asked him, shaking your head. ,,You all looked happier without me,“ he said, looking away. How many times did he come home late at night, alone in a cold bed because you slept with them in a room instead of taking them with you in the double king size bed he bought. How many times did you go away without telling him? With time he had the feeling he wasn’t needed anymore and just let himself grow apart.

,,Jumin, I felt as if I was troubling you and had to give you your space. We tried to save our marriage and you didn’t even come to the therapist! You can’t tell me that you didn’t come because you felt as if you were only in the way!“ your voice became louder. ,,Therapist?“ he asked you, tilting his head. ,,SEE! THAT‘S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!“ you laughed. ,,You never care!“ ,,MC, I ALWAYS CARE! I don’t understand what therapist you’re talking about! I know that we scheduled one, but Dr. Kim isn’t free until next month!“ Jumin told you. ,,Dr. Kim? I got emailed for a schedule last week with Dr. Bae and he was actually the one who made me go away…“ Jumin closed his eyes and opened them again before he quickly pulled out his phone and made some phone calls.  ,,You fell into a trap,“ he chuckled and showed you a picture. 

,,He would have demanded a lot of money from you if my guard didn’t perform a background check,“ he told you and showed you his phone, pictures of the doctor who actually helped you to find yourself. You began to slowly bite on your lips as you felt yourself growing hotter from embarrassment. You actually told a stranger all your problems and out of everyone, he was just a swindler. Tears finally came flowing out as your knees gave up. ,,I… I don’t know what to do with my feelings!“ you sobbed. ,,I feel so lonely! I want you around me and our children again…!“ you hiccuped.  Jumin hugged you strongly and patted your head. 

,,I’m sorry,“ he kept whispering. ,,I’m sorry,“ you apologized too. ,,Please work less, Jumin. It’s selfish, but even if your company goes down, stay with us,“ you begged, looking at him with red puffy eyes, your nose running as you sniffled. ,,Actually, no. In that case, you have to save your company, but I need you between us. I need you when Eun Wo has odd questions about his boner and when Mina wants to play princess with you.“ ,,Eun Wo already had… this?“ Jumin croaked and suddenly turned kind of pale. ,,He was so shocked last week,“ you sniffled. 

,,I actually called Zen because I didn’t want to do it…“ you hiccuped, making Jumin look kind of disappointed. ,,But of course Eun Wo needs a serious talk. I sent the maid into his room,“ you mumbled, making Jumin light up his mood. ,,I will get help from other departments to lighten my work. I will come home sooner and have days with the children alone so that you can also have some time for yourself,“ he whispered and you knew that this wouldn’t be just an empty promise. ,,You know,“ you mumbled. By now you sat together on the little couch of your room. 

,,Here in Venice, a lot of beautiful things happened. You proposed, we married, I told you about Eun Wo‘s pregnancy, we had our first vacation here with him, we found out about Mina here and we found each other again… Venice is a special place for the both of us,“ you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder as he hugged you. ,,Something is missing,“ he whispered, making you look up. 

,,We still didn’t have a baby in Venice,“ he smirked, making you blush. 

,,Do you really want to do it…?“ you asked him, thinking about how sweaty you were. But Jumin didn’t seem to mind as his lips crashed into yours, his tongue forcefully infiltrating your mouth as you automatically let your tongue dance with his. A moan escaped your mouth as you parted again, tilting your head back, giving him space to implant a lot of little kisses on your neck. You grunted louder as his hands slowly wandered up below your shirt as he went below your bra to play with your nipples. ,,You’re wearing too much clothes,“ he said huskily and slowly took off your shirt before you opened your bra.   ,,You too…“ you whined and opened his suit. Like always, you were pretty soft with his shirt, but at some point Jumin was so impatient that he himself just tore his shirt. Your hand touched his chest, your finger tracing down his muscle, forgetting that he actually had a wonderful sixpack. ,,I missed your warmth,“ he grunted. ,,Me too, but what will you wear tomorrow?“ you chuckled as you massaged his body. Jumin looked up and smiled at you. 

,,I came with a change of clothes,“ he told you and took both of your hands, pinning them over your head as his tongue traced down your skin until his mouth met your nipples. He used his tongue, swirling around your pink nipple, making you push your chest more to the top. Jumin used only one hand to keep you from touching and used his second hand to push you down again. While he did so, his hand also wandered down to your vulva, slowly tapping your sex as you let a little cry escape your lips. ,,You will wake up the other people here,“ he chuckled as he kissed you on your mouth to muffle your sounds. His finger began to play with your clit, making blood rush up to your head, making you feel dizzy and overheated. ,,Jumin, at least… make me touch you,“ you moaned, begging him as you spread your legs even more. ,,Why…?“ he asked you as he slowly got rid of his pants, showing off his manhood. You gulped, you suddenly feeling like back then when Jumin took your virginity. ,,Should I go easy on you?“ he asked you, inserting a finger into you to massage you and make you ready. ,,No,“ you gasped, moaning as you felt yourself getting even wetter. ,,You can go… normally,“ you whined and as soon as these words left your mouth Jumin pulled out his fingers and inserted himself into you. The both of you moaned and groaned loudly, your bodies dancing together. ,,They will hear~“ you whined. ,,Let them hear. Let it out,“ he whispered and with that the both of you called each other’s names.

,,Mommy, Mommy, why are you still in the bathroom?“ Eun Wo whined as he knocked on the door of the bathroom in your bedroom. ,,Eun Wo, mommy needs to get ready. Can’t you go in your own bathroom?“ Jumin asked his son early in the morning as he closed up his buttons, Mina in his arms. ,,I left my cards in there and mommy’s been in there for way too long!“ your son complained. Jumin nodded as he put his daughter down and told his son firmly to keep an eye on her. ,,Mc, I’ll be entering now, okay my love?“ Jumin called, slowly opening the door as he saw you, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with the toilet seat up. ,,Are you okay, my love?“ he asked you softly as he approached you. You looked up to him, slightly paler than usual. 

,,I don’t know if I should be amazed or shocked about Venice,“ you groaned as you gave him signs to take your hand. ,,I feel dizzy and sick. Morning sickness isn’t funny,“ you mumbled. Just now, you noticed that you ruined the surprise for Jumin, but your husband didn’t care about the way you told him, either way he felt immense happiness.

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16.07.2021// 23:32 MEST

[jostepherjoestar]

🥂Drunk confessions to the bucci gang🥂

sfw // gn reader // scenarios

A new ally and business partner owns acres upon acres of vineyards, treating you and your colleagues to a nice couple crates of their finest wares. Don Giorno decided to have an intimate wine party with all of his members. The wine didn’t only encourage you to be looser, it gave you the courage to confess your feelings to the colleague you’ve had a terrible crush on. 

cw: alcohol use, drunk people being stupid. Drink responsibly!!

Bruno

You’ve never perceived yourself to be the most caring or doting of your group of coworkers, now friends. But seeing your poor capo lean against the large entrance to the living room, clinging onto the wood for stability, you feel the intense need to help him out. In your own inebriated state you manage to make it across the room in one piece without bumping into tables or your teammates. When you reach Bruno you see beads of cold sweat cover his forehead dampening his bangs. The poor man is clinging onto himself and the entrance for dear life, his typically lovely olive toned skin now a paler shade. Piecing together all the warning signs you offer him your shoulder as you grab onto his waist and help him walk to the balcony. Some fresh air would do both of you some good. Even in this state your heart swells with joy to be so close to the man you’ve grown so fond of over the period you’ve become part of his and Don Giovanna’s team. You’ve endlessly fantasised about laying in his arms on another sleepless night, letting him pet your hair and cheeks, his blue eyes kindly telling you it’s all going to be alright with just a single look. You set Bruno down on the iron garden chair that decorated the balcony, he lets out a sigh of relief. Breathing in and out deeply as his shaky hands get a little calmer “Should not have indulged so much eh?” he chuckled at your state, knowing he was in a worse one. “Mh. Good thing I came to save you,” you teased. “it looked like you were about to spit all of that lovely wine back up in there.” A sympathetic smile being shot at him as you lean on the balustrade next to him. The cool night breeze offered a sobering effect. But you still felt like the world was turning and you were just there to hang onto it. “Heh, thanks for that. I have a feeling we’ll all come to regret this in the morning. If we remember tonight, at least. ”. He jokes as he stood back up to lean next to you, his closeness awakening a nervous fluttering in your stomach. Bruno isn’t known to invade your personal space unless you want him to, he’s rather princely in that manner. You felt the courage of the wine and perhaps the cool wind straighten your back. “If you won’t remember this I could just say anything huh?” you sighed, Bruno had closed his eyes in the meantime seeming to enjoy the breeze. “For instance that I like you... like a lot. Maybe too much.” you bit your lip as you hoped he understood what you meant. Soft hums came from your companion, a short silence followed. “I’ve noticed.” he paused, carefully choosing his next words. “I like you too. Maybe even more, we ought to discuss that later. Compare notes and such.” he chuckled while finishing, his cheeks turned a warm red, yours followed suit as you scooted over to wrap your hand around his on the balustrade, enjoying each others company. “I’ll do my very best to remember this moment my dearest.” he said as he squeezed your hand. “Good, because there’s no way I’m doing this again.”  

Mista

It was late into the evening, Bruno having retired after taking a quick breather, Giorno already softly snoring on the couch next to a grumpy sleeping Abbacchio that was leaning against the blond one’s soft hair. Just don’t let him know he did that in the morning. Narancia had been taking care of the music for tonight’s festivities, playing a mixture of his own favourite songs and the ones from the team. He was softly humming along to the slow tunes that played, it was one of those slower 2pac songs he enjoyed. Just enough rhythm to move to, but so much soul to keep you going. Slowly and not even following the beat you swayed together, arms crossed behind Mista’s neck, head buried in the crook of his collar as you felt yourself drift away on the dance floor. It was quite a sight, standing where the coffee table usually resided, stuck to each other like glue, barely awake and still savouring the effects of the wine. Mista’s arms clung around your back, locking you in his embrace. When he asked you to dance it started out quite energised, bopping along to the faster beats, shaking your hips and letting Mista twirl you like a ballerina on stage. But now it seemed like sleeping beauty’s spell had struck the house, causing a peaceful drowsiness. You weren’t complaining at all, being so close to the one you had started to gain feelings for. He held you so close you felt all your troubles disappear, maybe you did have a chance. Body heat starting to rise with each sway but you didn’t want this moment to end, having to let go and feel the coldness take over, no more Mista to cling to for warmth. As the thought of leaving entered, soft and sinuous moans came from your companion, like he was stirring in his sleep. The mewls only making all the hairs on your body stand up and your heartbeat quicken. To make matters worse, or better, soft little kisses were getting placed on your neck, skin tingling under the touches. For a moment you weren’t sure if this was a dream or reality. “M-mista, are you sleeping...?” you whispered close to his ear, so imminent your lips almost returned the pecks. You felt him shudder against your breath, maybe he woke up now? Meanwhile the both of you had stopped swaying, the music was still playing but it felt like it was just you and Mista, alone on a deserted island of bliss. “Mhhh” was the only reply you got, not affirmative, not disagreeing. His sluggish kisses still continued on your neck, warm and close to you, an onlooker probably wouldn’t notice his ministrations. “Mista, I like you too much to stop you. So please continue if it means you want this too.” Your voice so low only he could hear, mind foggy and hazy but heart racing in response to your confession. “I won’t stop then.” he hummed against you, continuing his idle caresses as he breathed out a sigh of relief in sync with yours. 

Abbacchio

“Hey Gio, wake up!” you whisper shout as you tap the sleepy blond one on the knee. He stirs a little in his seat, Abbacchio’s head still sleepily leaning on his hair. Mista had followed retirement after Bruno, complaining his feet were sore from dancing, leaving you with the last trio. “Giorno come on it’s time to go to bed.” this time you’re a little louder as you push on his knee harder. Still to no avail does your Don seem to want to rouse. His companion next to him still seemingly sound asleep, a grumpy scowl adorning his beautiful features. “Don Giorno please get up!” Perhaps addressing him like that would finally work. And it did. His blue eyes lazily opened as he moved away from the couch, Abbacchio’s head beginning to dip where the emptiness now resided. Even through Giorno’s weary gaze he saw the silver haired man’s position and figured out that he was the heavy figure leaning on his hair that had became all mussed up, his rolls no longer standing. “It seems like I was a pretty good pillow. He won’t admit that though.” Giorno teased drowsily in his regular volume, a mistake he should have avoided. “Fuck off Giorno. You weren’t even comfortable.” Abbacchio growled, eyes still closed as he straightened himself on the sofa. Giorno merely let out an amused breath, the wine making him a little more loose lipped. “Don’t be so grumpy, you can admit that your Don’s hair is soft, I don’t mind. Actually I encourage it.” you were shocked to hear the statement, Giorno being a little more reserved in his usual manners. Guessing that the wine had offered him an unbothered mind and unlatched lips. “Watch it blondy, I won’t hesitate to smack my Don.” Abbacchio retorted as he got up from his spot to face Giorno next to you. He wasn’t trying to initiate a fight but his anger did seem genuine. “Come on Abbacchio don’t be like that, we’ll all go to bed, take a nice rest a-” you tried to take the situation a few steps back calmly but were cut off by the silver haired man. “Hey, keep out of it. He can handle himself.” he shot at you, seeing an instant regret in his eyes as he said his charged piece. Auwch that hurt, especially since you’d developed a crush on the man, it felt like he just stabbed into your heart and twisted the knife, the alcohol only heightening the emotions. Giorno and Narancia both interrupted at the same time to not be so rude at you, glad that your younger friends stood up for you. “Don’t talk to me that way, just because I like you doesn’t mean you can just walk all over me.” you confessed in a hurry feeling your words carry along the message you still wanted to keep a secret. Giorno couldn’t help but look between you and Abbacchio in surprise, curious to see where this was going. Narancia kept his ears perked from the back of the room as well. “Pfft, is this your idea of a joke?” Abbacchio cracked back, but the weight behind his message revealed a nervousness. “No. I meant it.” your head sagged in defeat, your feet already starting to make their way to your bedroom, not wanting to be anywhere near anyone, this had been too humiliating. “Wait I’m sorry... I’m such an asshole, fuck. I- I like you too I just- it’s shit-” he held onto your hand as he stumbled over his words, squeezing it in the hope you’d stay. “We’ll talk about it later, you asshole.” you squeezed back at his hand, continuing on your path to bed. 

Bonus Giorno & Narancia drunk hc’s:

Both are very loose lipped drunks, saying whatever’s on their mind. For Giorno this is bit more surprising behaviour than for Narancia. Although they’re both lightweights, Narancia carries it better thanks to his stamina. Giorno will still fall sound asleep after the fight with Abbacchio and you, he’ll worry about it in the morning when his head is cleared and he can give sound advice if you need it. Narancia still felt a little weird after the whole ordeal and and offered his company to fall asleep. Both still very sweet during their hazy party, Giorno even busting out a move together with Narancia who’s trying to teach him the choreography. 

[strawberryvanillablast]

Wake Up, Giorno (Giorno Giovanna X Female!Reader)

TW: Mental instability, Mental illness, Needles, Drugging 

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Giorno sighed internally as he looked over the paperwork for the week. Rubbing his temples, he could only work on the paperwork in mild consternation. Sighing in exhaustion, he felt his concentration waver. His mind went to Fugo and Mista, Trish and especially [Y/N]. He felt himself smile whenever he thought of [Y/N] as she was a bright ray of sunshine in a world of stoicism and death. Especially for the deaths of Narancia, Abbacchio, and Bruno. They were all still reeling from it.

He sighed again, rubbing his temples. A walk out in the garden sounds great just about now. As soon as he opened the door to outside, he smiled as the fresh air, mixed with the scents of the various flowers, hit him gently. He sat down under a big oak tree and leaned back against the rough bark. He closed his eyes and the environment almost lulled him to sleep. 

“There you are.” 

He opened his eyes and stood up, fully awake and alert. There were two people standing there and they were very familiar faces. Both were clad in black but the man on his left had green while another one had orange hair. They were the duo who attacked after Bruno became a Capo, Sale and Zucchero. Sale took a leap, hands outstretched, and grabbed Giorno by the arms. Giorno struggled the best he could but froze at the sight of Zucchero carrying a needle. 

“Easy,” Zucchero gave a smile. “Make this easy on yourself. They’re waiting for you.” He slowly approached him and aimed for his neck. 

“The others,” Giorno glared. “What did you do to them-?!” 

His eyes widened as the needle pierced his neck. He screamed in agony-

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- and awoke in a room that smelt strongly of antiseptic and faintly of coconut and peach. His blurry vision cleared to see [Y/N], who smiled at him gently. He began to frown. She had lines around her eyes and bags under them. He gently swiped a thumb under her eye to remove a tear. 

“Hey, mi cara,” Giorno smiled gently. “I hope I didn’t worry you too much.” 

“Oh, mi tesoro,” [Y/N] gave him a kiss on the bridge of his nose. “You gave me a scare, you did.” She touched foreheads with him. “But it’s okay now.” 

“I see,” He frowned as he looked around. “Where are we? This isn’t the villa...” 

“We’re in a hospital right now,” [Y/N] turned her head towards the door. “You got injured by another patient and were knocked unconscious.” She frowned. “Then the aides have the nerve to tell us that it was your fault when we saw the whole thing and...” 

“Er, [Y/N],” Giorno raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘another patient’? And did you say ‘we’?” When [Y/N] nodded, he continued. “Fugo and Mista are here? And Trish too?” He clenched his fists. “Quickly, [Y/N], we have to get out of here. This might be a trap...” 

“Oh no, you don’t,” [Y/N] frowned as she stopped him in his tracks. “You’re still in recovery and the others are going to meet with us soon.” She pushed him back.

“Heheh,” A familiar voice chuckled. “Looks like the lovebirds are at it again.” 

Giorno froze. That voice...was a voice that belonged to a person who was dead. Clenching his fists in shock, he could only gape as Narancia walked in, carrying some food. He felt himself breathing shortly, so he covered his mouth. His eyes widened and he could feel unshed tears. 

“It...It can’t be...” It was too good to be true. 

“What can’t be,” Narancia asked, tilting his head to the side. “Hey, [Y/N]. Bruno, Mista and Abbacchio are coming soon. They’re giving one of the doctors a huge earful about what happened.” 

“As they should,” [Y/N] remarked. “Really, of all the things...” 

“N-Narancia,” Giorno asked shakily. “Is...Is that you...? Is that really you?” 

“In the flesh,” Narancia grinned. Then, he frowned. “Hey, did you have that bad dream again?” When Giorno could only nod in shocked confusion, he gave the new Don a sympathetic pat on the back. “Yeah, I get what you mean. But least it’s over now. Right, Haruno?” 

.

..

...

“M-My name isn’t Haruno.” Giorno stammered. “It’s Giorno. My name is Giorno.” 

“It...It is...?” 

“Ah, yes, yes,” [Y/N] quickly nodded. “Shh, Giorno. It’s okay...It’s okay...” 

“Why am I here...” 

Giorno ran a hand through his hair. He paused. He ran it again and again. It... It wasn’t long anymore. He stood up, heart pounding in his chest. The dizziness is coming back in full force. Giorno (Haruno) fell back against the bed, dazed. 

“Geez, the episodes are getting worse this time.” Narancia frowned. 

“It’s alright, baby,” [Y/N] petted his hair. “It’s alright-...”

.

“...tesoro.” 

“Hey. I think he’s waking up.” 

Giorno opened his eyes to find Narancia, Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista, Fugo, Trish, and [Y/N] all huddled near him. He sat up quickly, fearful that he was still in the bad dream. Only to find himself on his bed in the villa. He rubbed his head and felt the long strands of golden hair in his fingers. 

“Wh...What happened?” 

“You tell us,” Abbacchio frowned. “You were normal one minute and then passed out the next.” 

“I...I was...” 

It was strange. He remembered the second nightmare, but the first nightmare... It was cloudy in his mind. He laid back against someone, who happened to be [Y/N]. 

“Are you feeling okay?” 

“...I...I honestly don’t know...” 

[ddarker-dreams]

Round Them Up. Yan Giorno x Reader [COMM]

warnings: kidnapping, canon typical violence, and some degrading language. word count: 3.4k.

A simple philosophy of budding romance is to keep date nights special. 

You’ve been told this for a long time, that the intimate experience between partners is always meant to be cherished. That with time, among other things, feelings start to change, or fade away all together. It’s a frightening aspect that you used to concern yourself with, the possibility of losing the spark that ignited passion within you in the first place. If these months dating Giorno Giovanna have taught you anything, it’s that these doubts were wrongfully planted. While he’s a busy man, he’s always gone above and beyond for your sake. Fancy dinners at the finest of establishments, picnics on the best private beaches of Italy, and even occasional trips to Milan or Rome. It isn’t the luxury that draws you to him like a moth to flame, but rather the enigma of a personality he brings. Every interaction with Giorno is imprinted on your mind. 

Charismatic, thoughtful, blessed with quick wit… your long list of admirations for him goes on. Humming lightly to yourself, there's an extra pep in your step as you take on the relatively mundane task of shopping. Shopping for clothes is usually one of your least favorite activities. Having to go in and out of dressing rooms, trying on multiple sizes of clothes just to find the one you need is out of stock, or the cashier pestering you into signing up for a credit card. The regular reservations that come with purchasing new clothes for your wardrobe are thrown out, as you’re too preoccupied looking forward to tonight. Giorno’s compliments of your person always feel so sincere, like every word has been designed only for you to hear. 

Tonight will be no different, an event marked on your calendar for the last month.

A romantic, seaside dinner. For the special occasion, you’re wanting to look the part. Feeling over the fabric underneath your fingertips, you inspect every item on the rack with potent interest. Keeping in mind the most flattering cuts for your body type, and the colors that complement your hair and complexion, multiple possible outfits are piled up one after the other. It’s difficult to fathom that you’ve already been in this store for a little over an hour, still undecided. Store clerks have come and gone, most trying a little too hard to keep you pleased. Finding their hovering around your person stifling, you managed to make your way around the store in hopes of avoiding further confrontation. It doesn’t strike you as strange how you haven’t seen anyone around lately, really. It’s not that busy a time of day, you believe.

“This should just about do it.” 

Hoisting up the tentatively picked selection, you make your way towards the back to try them on. When making your way over, you hear your phone buzzing, and look down to see who it is. There’s no fighting the smile that blossoms on your lips at the sight of Giorno’s name popping up on your screen, your phone background a picture of the two of you baking together. There’s flour smeared over his cheek, a result of your doing. Calling back fondly on the memory, your heart leaps in your chest at the chance to talk to him, if even for a brief moment. Sliding to unlock your phone, while balancing your clothes in the other arm, you see he’s asking about your day. 

A heavy set of footsteps saunter towards you, like a foreboding omen. 

“You must be real happy talking to whoever that is, huh?” A gruff voice catches your attention, and you look up to see an older looking man. He’s of intimidating stature, having broad shoulders, towering over you by at least a foot, accented with a navy suit. By his side are two men in a similar get up, all glowering down at you as if you were a speck of dust. You look around to see if it’s really you he’s speaking to, a spine chilling sensation trickling down your spine. There’s not a single soul in the store, other than the four of you. Not even the cashiers are at their station, the employees that were once buzzing about having vanished in thin air. 

There’s some malicious forces at play here. You need to get out of this, as soon as you can. 

Gulping, you subconsciously take a step back, pressing your phone to your chest. “Uh, I’m sorry… but can I help you…?” 

You cringe at how your voice wanes, not wanting to showcase your helplessness if you could help it. At your further prying, no information is offered. Time is set to a standstill, every passing second feeling more sluggish than the last. The main figure of the group regards you with little warmth, grabbing a picture from his breast pocket. He looks from the object in his hands to you, scrutinizing every detail. Never have you felt so small, so powerless. Whatever is going on here is sending alarms off in your head, a nasty premonition of things to come churning your stomach violently. 

“Now, listen to me real carefully. I don’t fancy the thought of messing up a pretty face like yours,” he opens the inside of his jacket, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of a handgun. You almost faint at the not so subtle message. “Follow me without any fuss, and you have my word no harm will come to you.” 

Your eyes dart around, searching for help that you’ll never find. Nausea and dizziness are cumbersome, rolling over you like crushing waves. You don’t know what to expect, all you can assume is that this won’t end well. Not trusting your tongue to form the words necessary to prevent the situation from getting worse, you nod your head once. The skin underneath his eyes tighten in mirth, pleased with your subservience, waving off the men behind him. He steps over, gesturing for you to join him by his side. Heart thrown into a frenzy against your ribcage, you’re amazed by how a simple task such as walking grows borderline impossible. Your phone is taken from you in the process, the chance of being tracked through that method now lost. He said that if you came along easily, you won’t be harmed, but why should you believe him? There has to be some way out of this.

The intermingling of speech between the group surrounding you gives the opportunity to look around, having spotted a series of hallways that are fire exits. Your main objective would be avoiding any possible gunfire, the cover these hallways bring the best and possibly only opportunity at an escape. You hold your breath, worried that any change in your breathing might be an indication of your hastily put together plan. With all your strength, you pivot on your heel, fully intending to run to cover. You make it a few paces, a sharp pain in your wrist preventing you from making it any further. A pained noise leaves you at the sudden jolt of pain, the joint being twisted painfully. Too taken with the ringing of your ears to notice their reprimanding words, you’re tugged along roughly. It’s a pain unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, dark bruises forming alongside the rapidly swelling skin. To make matters worse, the vice-like grip remains, since they no longer trust you not to make an escape attempt. 

Where the stranger walks, you follow in admitted defeat, wanting to alleviate the pain of your wrist. He leads you out the back of the store, many men in similar outfits standing against walls, or slithering in the background. A black car with tinted windows is your final destination. It’s pulled against the curb, the unknown man opening the door for you both to enter. Your nose crinkles at the aroma in the car, a combination of heavy cologne and cigarette smoke. Other cars follow in a single line behind you, the engine roaring to life. It makes you jump, your nerves frayed. There’s too much on your mind to pin down a single question, the tenderness of your fresh injury not helping in that regard. Having a plan to grasp onto, even if it’s a fallible, would be preferable to this. For now, you will yourself through the anxiety that plagues you to search for a solution. 

Once the car has taken off, he looks over to you, frowning at your limp hand. “You look scared outta your wits, little miss. Let’s see… that means you must really know nothing.” 

Now that you’re seated, the time to gather scraps of information has presented itself. This man isn’t a fellow Neapolitan, holding an accent reminiscent of northern Italy. From the few orders exchanged to what you presume to be his underlings, the dialect could possibly be Tuscan. What would people from there ever possibly want with you? It’s a prayer that may never reach the ears of god, but you pray they’re not taking you somewhere that far away. The best case scenario would be somehow escaping when the car is moving before it reaches the highway, but the car door is locked. Is smashing the window possible? It looks thick, likely bullet proof. There has to be a better opening. Your last escape attempt left much to be desired, but it was a knee jerk reaction. At least they didn’t open fire on you, but would you be so lucky for the next try?

Returning your attention back to the stranger, you immediately regret it. He’s wiping dried crimson off his hands with a handkerchief, staining the cloth. The sight answers the question from before, now certain that bloodshed isn’t one of the cards off the table. The pungent, metallic scent is undeniably blood, fresh one at that. Bile rises to your throat at the sight, hurriedly looking away as if it’d erase the nightmare that you’ve seen. Adrenaline continues pumping through your body, a momentary reprieve from the pain your wrist injury has brought. 

Your wandering eyes must have been too much of a giveaway, the man next to you letting out a humorless laugh. “This? I have to admit, Don Giovanna’s men aren’t easy to rid of. I was expecting more of a security detail around his prized passera. Though, seeing as you’ve been kept in the dark, keeping too many men around you might be suspicious.” 

There’s a certain bloodlust in the man’s gaze when he speaks Giorno’s surname, that chills your soul. The facades of a polite gentleman fade away, replaced by the spitting image of a mobster. His semantics in referring to you leave much to be desired, though the misogynistic language is the least of your concerns. Holding onto the lackluster set of information at your disposal, you take a wild stab in the dark at what could be happening here. While you’ve never intermingled with the mob, it’s not an uncommon tactic of obtaining wealth. Fleeting as it may be, some people go into crushing debts, having made deals with the devil. 

Sitting up straight and setting your lips into a straight line, you project a more composed version of yourself. You don’t want to give away the depths of your fear. “I’m not sure what it is you want with Giorno… but if it’s a money related debt, please let me help with it. I don’t want him to be in trouble.” 

The mobster takes a second to register your unprecedented words, eyes widening. Does that mean you figured out what the motivation here is? This assumption is thrown out the window as he bellows over, incapable of masking his amusement. 

Cheeks flushing with indignation at how he sputters out a condescending laugh, you want nothing more than to assert yourself. If not for the possible repercussions for doing so, you’d have done it long ago. “Unless you’ve got hundreds of billions of lire in that purse of yours, that won’t work, I wouldn’t count on it. His no drug policy has cost us more than you could imagine.” 

The jargon in use here erases all doubts from your mind. There’s no denying the fact that this is somehow related to gangs, Giorno, or both. You’ve never meddled in your partner’s affairs. Never so much as blinking at an eye at the smooth explanations for his coming into wealth, not seeing the point in prying beyond the surface. The usage of Don had caught your attention earlier, though that can sometimes apply to wealthy or powerful men in general. A lump forms in your throat as you think more on the subject, arriving at the conclusion Giorno is involved in more than you ever anticipated.

---

“Are you sure about clearing the schedule for tonight?” Mista inquires, giving the pistol in his hand another glance over. He inspects every groove, having already familiarized himself with all aspects of the weapon. Checking to make sure it can work at all times is a necessity, seeing as he’ll never know when the time will come to use it. Giorno leans back into his chair, not paying immediate heed to the gunslinger’s concerns. He steals a glance down at his phone, still expecting to have seen a message from you by now. At the further absence of your response, he responds to Mista. 

“There’s nothing left to discuss. I’ve made my demands of them very clear.” Giorno fights back the urge to sigh, the weight of dealing with rebellious groups sadly nothing new. As long as their avenues of making money involve the drug trade, they won’t ever bend permanently, all of the promises naught but lip service. Not even long lasting Passione allies prove to be fully complacent. That was all before him, anyways, when they could operate without accountability. 

“We have enough evidence of their conduct. Niceties are no longer necessary.” 

Mista raises an eyebrow, catching onto the hidden intent laced within Giorno’s words. “So it’s come to that, huh? You’d think the stories of what happened to the former narcotics team would be enough to keep them at bay. It was brutal, right Fugo?” 

The aforementioned male fights the urge to roll his eyes, leaning against the hardwood of Giorno’s desk. While his role is more of an advisor to Giorno than Mista’s, he can’t help but express a similar sentiment. There likely isn’t a better option, having discussed and been promised dozens of times that the mafioso from Tuscany would cease their drug trades. Each time has proved a fruitless endeavor, the Don from the most prominent group in that area going through great lengths to hide his tracks of the grimy dealings. 

“But you know, Giorno… Enzo’s men won’t be taking kindly to being cut off,” Fugo pipes up, taking the opportunity to voice his own share of concern. “You’ve been giving them the cold shoulder for a little over a week. It’s only a matter of time until he figures out what’s going on, or worse… does something about it.” 

Giorno gives a look of recognition, having already thought of this. It’s undesirable to think about, but seeing how the day’s heading, he might have to cancel his plans for you tonight. “I’m expecting it, yes. It’s a shame how stubborn he’s been on the matter.” 

Fugo’s lips part, only to be interrupted by the door to Giorno’s study suddenly being flung open. Scrunching up his eyebrows at the impudent entrance of one of Passione’s underlings, all words of admonishment disappear when spotting what’s unmistakably your phone in the guard’s hands. The room goes dead silent, Giorno standing from his spot and walking over to inspect your belonging. In the world they live in, this is a threat, most likely relating to the very topic the three of them were just discussing.

“When did this show up?” Giorno takes your phone into the palm of his hand, Mista and Fugo leaving their own spots to do the same. The guard is flushed, out of breath, most likely having run from the entrance of the villa to this spot. Even under the immense pressure this brings, Giorno’s tone remains an even timbre. Fugo spots the slightest of shakes in his fingers, eyes moving back to the guard for the sake of Giorno’s privacy. It’s affecting him on some level, but he knows Giorno; and how he deals with stressors like this. 

“J-just now, sir,” The guard explains in a frenzy, chest heaving for air. “We lost contact with [First]’s escorts about five minutes ago, I already sent out men to the last known spot she was seen at.” 

Giorno’s lips twitch downwards in evident displeasure, lips pursed. This misfortune of human error will be addressed at a later time, when he knows you’re safe. “Why was I not alerted sooner?” 

“We thought it might be a technical issue--”

Your phone has already been imbued with life, morphing into a butterfly from the usage of Gold Experience’s ability. Giorno strides past the bewildered guard without care, Fugo and Mista following soon after him. Fugo reaches down into his pocket, procuring a set of car keys, seeing as Giorno’s set on walking towards the garage. For once, neither he or Mista offer any quips to lighten the situation. Their knowledge of your relationship with Giorno is fuzzy at best, morally obscured at worse. Fugo’s turned a blind eye to the private life of his Don, not wanting to dip into the rabbit hole. He’s seen enough to know you’re blissfully unaware of Giorno’s invisible touch in your life. 

Mista is the first to try and speak up. “We’ll get her back, Giorno.” 

“Of course.” The words are curt, borderline snappy. They make their way to one of his many sports cars, their attention set on the butterflies movements. Fugo notes how it’s heading north, further confirming the suspicion that you’re currently in the hands of the gangster group from Tuscany. Giorno receives a plethora of phone calls in the drive, ranging in information regarding the attack and your possible whereabouts. A group of cars with unmarked license plates were confirmed by some of the workers at the mall, who had been threatened into compliance. They gave rough descriptions that fit the bill of one of Enzo’s Capos. This feels deeply personal, cutting too close for Giorno’s liking. 

He had not been expecting such a brazen counterattack, operating with casualties in broad daylight is almost unheard of. A testament to their desperate mindset, if he had to guess. It’s true that they’ve been bleeding dry ever since he’s enforced the zero tolerance drug policy, not that there aren’t other options of securing wealth. The unsavory method is one of the easiest and most lucrative, before he was in charge that is. His mind goes to you, and the possibilities run rampant. 

Gold Experience can heal any physical wounds inflicted on you, but the mental scarring… that will be another issue entirely. 

Though, he’s certain that they won’t kill you. You’re too valuable a bargaining chip, but there are fates far worse than death. Thinking about it brings emotions to the surface he hasn’t experienced in a long time, flurries of malicious thoughts pointed towards your captors forming. They’ll meet a befitting death -- he’ll make certain of that -- but your well being is of the top priority. Giorno wills himself to remain in control, fighting off the shakiness that threatens to overtake him. The last thing he needs to do right now is allow his carefully crafted composure to slip, it would serve no one. 

He catches Fugo sending him the occasional glance, but thinks little of it. 

There’s a strong resolve unique to you, Giorno believes. He regrets not having placed tighter security on you, mentally drafting up ways to avoid a situation like this from ever repeating again. It’ll be a much more constrictive way of living, and while it pains him to think of you losing some freedoms, it’s all for the greater good. Having been so caught up in his personal feelings of allowing you the autonomy to do as you please is what led to this misfortune in the first place, a mistake he will not repeat. When you’re back in his sight, completely safe, he’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens again.

You’ll come to understand it. 

[eclecticmiasma]

Loveless (Yandere!Giorno x Reader)

🌠Commissioned Fic!🌠

SFW

“We finally have the life we always dreamed of...yet you scorn me at every turn.”  

[Warnings: general yandere scariness, captivity]

Art credit:  荒巻ミカ on Pixiv

Another gilded trinket lays scattered across the floor. Thick silence hangs in the air like an asphyxiant, snuffing out all words before they even leave your throat. Your eyes pierce his own, defiant, enraged to be in this position once again. By now, he should have accepted that this will always be the outcome of his attempts to purchase your love and affection. But the nearly imperceptible signs of hurt that tug at his features tell you that he hasn’t.

All you had wanted was to speak with him. After months of swimming in deep depression, isolated and terrified, you finally worked up the courage to appeal to the kind young boy you know is walled deep inside of your captor. Everything about his appearance has changed, but the love and passion in his liquid blue eyes is the same. You were there when he first set foot in Italy, after all.

Not as Don Giorno Giovanna, but as Haruno.

When he saw you in the doorway of his study, he lit up like you hadn’t seen in years. He had dreamed of the day you would come to him of your own accord. He promptly ushered his guards from the fire-lit room and took your trembling hand in his own. It really was Haruno, you thought, as he smiled that familiar sheepish grin. The realization put you at ease.

“I…wanted to see you,” You lied, swallowing your fear. The warmth that radiated from Giorno was nearly palpable. His lithe arms pulled you into a gentle embrace, and for the first time you felt him relax. He buried his nose in your hair and squeezed you tight- almost like he was afraid to let go. You couldn’t bring yourself to hold him back, “…t-to talk to you.”

When he pulled away, he looked you up and down. He was positively beaming with pride.

“Anything you want, tesora, it’s yours.”

You bit your lip as he led you to a plush sofa next to the fireplace. Its warmth grounded you to reality. Giorno asked if you wanted something to drink, but you knew you couldn’t stomach even an ounce of liquid. Even water made you nauseous as of late.

Minutes passed before you found your voice. Giorno simply watched the shadows of your features dance in the light of the flames. He looked so sweet in that moment, so genuinely happy. Part of you wondered if you’d misunderstood him, that maybe he truly hadn’t meant to hurt you. Without thinking, you squeezed his hand with real affection.

“You…sent me another gift,” You started, pulling a rose gold locket from your dress. It was inlaid with tiny diamonds that spelled your name, and undeniably beautiful- but the sight of it made bile rise in your throat. It was the final straw. Before Giorno could respond, you turned his hand and pressed it against his palm, “I came here to give it back.”

His expression faded like ashes scattered by the wind. His brows knitted together as he slowly put the pieces together. You weren’t there to finally return his affection, you weren’t there to proclaim yourself as his own- you came to change his heart. A feat no one had ever achieved. His head nodded and a small, resigned smile appeared. It was like he hadn’t even heard you.

“I know it isn’t much, but think of it as a token of my love,” He replied, looking past your exasperated stare and holding the locket up to your neck. Something inside of you snapped and you yanked the glittering necklace from his fingertips.

“This is not love!” You shrieked, throwing the jewelry with all of your might. It broke and speckled the marbled floor.

And now you’re here. Sitting in the wake of your combined decisions. Drowning in the air around you. The fire, once comforting, feels like it’s burning you alive. Tears streak your face as despair sets in. When the silence is finally broken, you hear the crack in Giorno’s voice.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” He suddenly stands, stepping over the shards of jewelry to stand before the fireplace. His shadow looms over the entire study, “For years, I’ve done nothing but vie for your affection, but use everything within my power to protect you. We finally have the life we always dreamed of…Yet you scorn me at every turn.”

“The life we dreamed of?” Despite your trepidation, you find yourself moving to your feet, temper rising, “We used to dream of packing our little bags and building a giant tree house to live in, not this! You grew that tree in the alley behind my place that we would always sit in and pretend we were finally adults…that we were finally free-”

“We were children,” He interrupted, still refusing to face you, “We knew nothing.”

“Haruno knew that it’s wrong to take people as your prisoner. Haruno knew he didn’t want to follow in his parents’ footsteps,” Giorno finally whips around to face you, incredulous, but you continue your rant unabated, “Haruno hated people like you, Haruno would have understood that you abuse me and then buy my affection just like your father did to your mother. I refuse to be bought, Haruno-”

Blinding pain radiates up the left side of your face. It takes a second to register that you’ve been struck. Even Giorno stares at his open palm, shocked. You clutch your cheek and clench your teeth through fresh tears. He swallows hard, and his expression turns to stone.

“Haruno was a scared little boy that had no agency, beaten and broken into silence,” He takes a step forward, and you take a step back.

“Haruno didn’t understand that some people in this world are born evil, that nothing can ever fix them,” Your right leg catches the wooden coffee table and you tumble to the floor.

“Haruno had to grow up and learn that the only way you can protect that which you love is to hold on to it for dear life,” His voice raises to a fever pitch. Your arms rush to cover your face in anticipation of being struck once again.

But it never comes.

When the moment passes, you dare to peek through blurry eyes. The room around you is lush with greenery, an explosion of flowers and vines. A thick oak tree had grown where the sofa was, branches nearly reaching the ceiling. You lower your arms and gaze around the study in a mixture of wonder and fear. Giorno stands above your cowering form, back hunched, sobbing.

“Haruno is dead!” He shouts, collapsing at your feet. The tree breathes and stretches with life, puncturing holes in the roof above. Bits of dust and debris tumble down around you, but Giorno seems to not notice. You watch, entranced, as he cries.

“G-Giorno…” You mutter, afraid to reach out to him but resigned that you must. As much as he has hurt you, you just can’t bring yourself to run away.

Giorno remembers the last time he cried. Flashes of his own body impaled on the Colosseum gates, of blood dripping, of Narancia’s limp body as he lay it to rest on a bed of flowers- he remembers it well. It wrenches his heart, twists it so he can’t breathe. Nearly everyone who has ever been important to him has been ripped away by the cruelest of fates.

Except for you.

“I’m sorry,” He chokes, clutching himself tight. For some reason, fate has left you alone. Despite his immense love for you, your body continues to live and breathe just as he does. But you’ve made it abundantly clear that fate doesn’t have to intervene to remove you from his life. If something doesn’t change, he could lose you all the same, “I’m so sorry…”

You tentatively reach out and touch his shoulder. He shakes his head, but makes no move to stop you. Even as your other hand gently strokes his hair, fingertips gliding along his disheveled golden locks, you remain silent. As much as you want to comfort him, you won’t lie to him any longer. His apology remains unaccepted.

“If you’re sorry, if you truly love me like you say you do, you have to let me go…” Giorno’s tear-filled eyes meet yours. He looks terrified. A vision of Haruno weeping as you checked his face for bruises briefly replaces him. Your hands unconsciously slide to cup his reddened cheeks, just like back then, “I love you Giorno, I always have. But this has to be on my own terms. Don’t you see?”

The fear in his eyes dims slightly. His own hands cover yours. They’re larger than they used to be, and more calloused, but comforting all the same. He swallows hard and forces himself to smile softly.

“I understand,” He croaks, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. Relief flows through you as you release your breath. Perhaps Haruno truly is gone, and you’ll never reclaim the memories you have with him. But that doesn’t mean Giorno can’t change, that you can’t rebuild your relationship into something just as beautiful as you once had. For the first time in months, you feel a sliver of optimism.

As elation overtakes you, you throw your arms around Giorno, “I knew that I could reach you,” You smile into his neck, tears staining his shoulders. Hesitantly, he holds you back. The last time you touched him voluntarily was a distant memory. As his hand rubs circles into the small of your back, he can’t help but smile himself.

“I understand…” He assures you again, sighing against you. Some of the fauna that covers the room morphs back into furniture as his emotions settle. The burgeoning tree works its way back into a sofa. Giorno holds you tight against him, and for once you don’t mind. You hardly even notice the changes around you, content in your hope that one day Giorno will be himself again. You don’t even notice the thin vine that coils itself up your leg and around your waist.

Up your abdomen.

Over your ribs.

By the time you’re aware of it, it’s reducing your airflow by squeezing tight like a boa constrictor. Puzzled, you open your mouth to speak. Pink flower petals fall out from where your tongue once was. Giorno strokes your hair behind your ears, shushing the panicked noises that escape your throat.

“I understand.”

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[solar-pxwered]

Narancia hated hospitals. Hospitals were cold, sterile places that bustled like anthills, so many workers just going through the motions while people in the rooms suffered and died...he had needed to come to this very hospital several times during his work with Passione, despite his vehement insistance that Fugo's rough first aid was preferable to being here; Giorno would never hear of it.

He'd gotten stitches here, been treated for some nasty burns and concussions...his mother had died here. There were no good memories to be had. And, here he was, about to rack up one more to the count.

The nurse led him and Trish down several long halls until they came to a room in the Intensive Care Unit numbered 44 and Narancia smirked. Bad luck, indeed, Mista would be having a fit.

"Mr. Ghirga?" The elderly, yet very kind, nurse announced herself as she opened the door and stepped inside, "We were finally able to locate your son. Would you like to speak to him?"

At Narancia's side, Trish let out a low scoff.

"Whether he wants to or not doesn't matter. We didn't come all this way to-"

But Narancia silenced her with a tight but gentle grip at her wrist and a look out of the corner of his eye. A small shake of his head was the only sign he gave, otherwise he remained stubbornly stoic.

"Yeah, let him in. About time you found him, shit, it's not like he changed names or anything." Came the reply from the bed across the small room and the nurse nodded before opening the door fully to allow the two of them to enter.

It was a typically sparse room, everything was white except for the few splashes of the hospital's signature logo color, a light blue that felt washed out and cold. There were no flowers, no get well soon cards, nothing.. and that was the only thing about this entire situation that felt right to Narancia.

He had released Trish's arm before the door had opened, but the second his father's cold gaze landed on him he wished he was still holding onto her. It had been years now, but the same sick feeling he had always gotten from his father remained, the knowledge he was responsible for his mother's death was still a fresh wound in Narancia's heart.

"Still scrawny as ever, I see." Came the expected observation, and Narancia ignored it with all the grace of someone who gave no shits what anyone thought about him. Trish, however, stiffened next to him and he felt her hatred coming off in waves. "Shit, kid, did you grow at all in, god, how long has it been? Five? Six years?"

He heard the very quiet sound of Trish's mouth opening to speak and he immediately took hold of her wrist again, squeezing it in warning.

"Don't." He said quietly, "It's what he wants."

To her credit, Trish stayed silent, but she stepped closer and slightly in front of him, a protective posture he recognized well from all the times he'd done the same for her.

"Looks like you must have some kind of skills though if you can get such a pretty thing like her on your arm."

"She's my best friend." Was all Narancia offered, but his hold on her wrist remained. "Now stop wasting my time and tell me what the fuck you want from me."

The harshness of Narancia's tone didn't phase the older man one bit, he simply scoffed.

"Is that how you speak to your old man after all these years, Narancia? How rude."

Narancia didn't take the bait. His gaze remained cold, empty, void of any warmth at all.

"I can leave as easily as I came."

The threat worked, because Matteo Ghirga's demeanor changed quickly. The teasing, abusive father was gone in an instant, replaced by something small and pathetic and needy.

"I hear you're involved with the Mafia these days. The local syndicate in Naples...they say you work close with the new Boss."

How he had gotten this information wasn't clear, but Narancia really wasn't too concerned with that at the moment. He didn't reply in any way.

"I'm sure that means you do well for yourself. I'm in a desperate situation here, as you can see. The old liver, you know, they say the drinking caught up to me, heh. Need a transplant. Transplants cost a pretty penny. Lucky for me, my son has the connections available to save his old man and find some peace of mind."

"You want money?" Trish's soft voice, tinged with disbelief followed a small silence between all present parties. "After everything...you would even dare to ask Narancia for money?"

This time, Narancia did nothing to stop her from speaking, he was far too gobsmacked. He had expected some whimpering, patheric deathbed confessional to clear his conscience as respectable Italian Catholic would, last rites and all that...but he had not expected him to have the raw nerve to ask for a favor.

"This is none of your business, Pinkie."

That got a reaction like nothing else had. Narancia's eyes flashed, Aerosmith roared into existence of it's own accord due to the fury that rose instantly in his soul. He pulled Trish behind him, probably more roughly than he should have and glared at his dying father with unmatched malevolence.

"Don't speak to her. You don't get that privilege."

For a moment, a look of understanding seemed to flicker in Matteo Ghirga's eyes, slightly widened in alarm at the sudden change in atmosphere. He couldn't see Aerosmith, but it was clear that he could feel something so dangerous about his son that he chose not to push.

"Fine by me, it's you I asked for anyway."

"You wasted your breath."

The implication hung heavy in the air and the room fell into such a silence that you could have heard a pin drop. Matteo surprisingly did not look away from cold stare of his son nor did Narancia so much as flinch from his unyielding position of power. He was in control this time, Matteo could do nothing unless he allowed it.

"You'll be killing your own father if you do nothing."

"I could kill you right here and now with a hundred witnesses and no cop or prison would hold me. As you said, I've got connections. But I'll do you a favor, even if you don't deserve it, and let you die in your own terms instead of full of holes."

".....Narancia..."

The man's tone was like nothing he had ever heard from him before, soft, begging, almost respectful...and that was the last straw. He wasn't going to stand here and let this piece of shit think he would listen to anither word from his worthless mouth. There was nothing morento be said.

Narancia turned on his heels, took Trish by the hand, and left the room behind, closing the door on his past one last time.

"Good riddance." The otherworldly voice of Spice Girl was the only sound that registered in his ears for quite some time after.

[birdwonder]

headcanon the joestars on how they would react to an artist s/o like always painting, drawing and giving them like a painting of them they worked on?? thank u 💕

|| I don’t do part 5 or further requests yet, and I’m taking Joestars as in the Jojo’s, but I think I know Giorno somewhat enough to throw him in ! Also, cuuute request.

Part 1-5 Jojo’s | Artist S/O Headcanons 

Jonathan Joestar

- As one would expect, he is incredibly supportive of your talent! All of your family/couple portraits are hung up in the hallways and even a few landscape ones too to keep things looking lively. His favourite above all favourites would go above the fire place however, which is probably a painting of the two of you that you had gifted him on your anniversary.

- He cherishes it more than most possessions he owns, and when he’s warming up by the crackling flames, he can’t help but smile at it. That’s your hard work and your effort up there, and any house guests will know it as soon as he shows it to them. 

- Honestly, he doesn’t want to request anything from you as he feels as though anything that you gift him that comes from your mind and heart alone is far more valuable to him. Besides, he wouldn’t really know what to ask for aside from another portrait of you to hang somewhere that wasn’t taken up.

- During the spring and summer seasons, you take the time to set up an easel, canvas and paint set in the garden to have some fresh air and gather new inspiration. Even if you haven’t even gotten far into the piece, Jonathan will eventually come out the house with two cups of tea and stand behind you, bending down to lightly kiss your temple as he’s afraid anything more passionate would interrupt your creative process or cause your finger to slip. He would then ask for you to take a break and sit with him at a table to enjoy the view together, so the two of you can talk about your future painting plans and how his studies in archeology are going. Mutual respect for each other’s interests is an essential ingredient in any relationship.

- “Oh, look at your hands! No matter, we’ll just have to wash them once we’re inside,” is something he says before you realise that a tea cup you were holding had been smudged with a variety of green’s and blue’s from your fingertips. You apologise profusely in which he shakes his head at with a chuckle. “It’s alright, my love. I think it makes them look far more unique now! No china set in the world could look like this.”

- Skip 100 years into the future and your paintings may be in a gallery with a small “to Jonathan” written in the corner.

Joseph Joestar

- Definition of “Paint me like one of your french girls.~”

- Definitely suggests a nude painting of him. Or you. Or the two of you together, whether it be a joke or he’s somewhat serious.

- He’s amazed by your talent! Including your patience. He probably wouldn’t be able to sit still for long enough to even paint an abstract tree, so he has nothing but respect for your artistry. 

-If you were to ever gift him a drawing, he’d be stunned. Does he even deserve to own one of your pieces? Was this a declaration of love? Because he’s accepting it with a hard kiss to your lips and a string of ‘thank you’’s and compliments.

- One day, you had a serious artist block and had no idea what to paint leaving you stumped and staring at a blank canvas in despair. The lack of spark in your eyes that you usually had when painting hurt Joseph, so as a foolish attempt to help, he grabbed a bottle of one of your haunts and squirted it all over his hand.

- You gasped in response, about to scold him on the price of the paints when he suddenly slapped it smack middle of the canvas. “Joseph! Those cost a lot!”

- “Yeah but it’s fun! C’mon try it! Get your creative juices flowing or whatever you art folk say!” Taking your hand, he squirted a different colour onto it which made you giggle cutely as the cold sensation. He then guided it next to his bright hand print, pressing your palm down.

- It looked adorable and gave you an idea.

- With a smile, and a promise from Joseph that he’d buy you more paint later, the two of began to spread more paints onto your hands and continued to cover the canvas mindlessly with your prints.

- By the end of it, the two of who are laughing and even smearing paint on each other’s faces, leading to some squeals and hilarious facial features. 

- Sure, it wasn’t want you had initially wanted to go for, but with a carefully painted on “Joseph and [F/N]” written underneath the first two handprints that were made, you knew that the sentimental value of the piece was far greater than anything else you could have made.

Jotaro Kujo

- He has no reason to be against your talent and doesn’t have enough words and facial expressions to his name to show how impressed he is with you.

- Though that slightly changes when you hand him your sketch book one day, a bashful look on your face as you fear for the worst reaction from him.

- Inside are a multitude of sketches and even fine lined pieces of him, some with and without Star Platinum if you can see him, all carefully and accurately drawn in your own style. You even remembered to add the pin on his hat and his earrings...

- Jotaro could only blush brightly and cough into his hand to compose himself. “It’s good... I like it.” An understatement really, because if you let him keep even a page, he’ll be sure to keep it safe somewhere but no where obvious so his mother or grandfather don’t tease him for it. 

- If you ask him to pose for anything, he’ll want to decline and might even do so the first few times, though with some begging he may do some poses in your home, with the assurance that no one will barge in. Only casual ones though, so he doesn’t have to strain or embarrass himself.

- Buying presents for you is considerably easy as there’s always some sort of pen or paint set he can get to add to your wide range of media, all of which you are grateful for and gush over even though you tell him that buying them is unnecessary.

- “Have you considered doing an art major?” If you say yes, he supports you completely but warns you of the stresses and the harsh reality of the art world when it came to work.

Josuke Higashikata

- Ooh, is he going to show you off.

- “Yo Rohan Sensei! Sure you can draw that manga of your’s but can you draw THIS?”

- He might get killed or have his destiny rewritten by a certain stand user, but he knows it’s worth it when it comes to you. Have you seen your own art? It’s incredible !

- Most likely, he finds out by seeing you doodle in class and his jaw completely drops that your maths work sheet was instead covered in drawings of amazing bodies and plant life. If you insist that they’re nothing and “they’re just sketches,” he will personally shake you senseless and talk your ear off telling you that they are amazing. 

- Gifting him any kind of artistic media makes him overjoyed. Josuke shoves it in Okuyasu’s face, much to the delinquent’s dismay, and hugs you to death for the gift. “Aw babe, you really didn’t have to!”

- If you’re ever stressing over the quality of your work, he reminds you that you are amazing at what you do and that everyone has their own style, so that comparing yourself to others just wasn’t fair on you. 

- He plays a personal game where each day he tries to guess how much pen or paint you have your hand by the end of the day. Usually on weekends, it’s a lot more.

Giorno Giovanna 

- There’s a good chance that you met because of your work.

- You’re in a particularly beautiful Italian city, either sitting on a stool or ledge with a canvas or book in front of you, your hand working away at the landscape before you.

- While he was on a relaxing stroll, Giorno stopped behind you and peered over your shoulder, his breath taken away by how accurate your piece was to every exact detail.

- “Bellissimo...” He whispered, causing you to jolt a little and quickly turn around to look at him, a flushed or embarrassed look on your face. Oh, you’re cute.

- Right after he apologised for startling you and praises you for your work, which only flusters you more that such a handsome boy was complimenting you, you offered for him to sit next to you. Perhaps for you to even draw him?

- He doesn’t refuse.

- Once you’re dating, he takes you wherever you want whenever he can so you can draw the scenery, and shows you more gorgeous places to draw and even suggests what sort of people to draw. He also supports you doing something out of your comfort zone, for example if you typically liked to only sketch, he’d suggest for you to paint or use chalk in another style to see if it improves your skill as a whole.

- When he’s a don, he asks for you to paint or draw him so that he can hang it somewhere in an expensive frame to make his work place appear more serious and clear that he was the boss.

- If you do so, he thanks you a hundred times and buys you anything you want and as much as you want. Giorno also makes sure to repay you physically with a night out and kisses with a goodnight cuddle. 

- He might keep a small sketch of the two of you in his inside jacket pocket or draw so that every time he took it out during work, he’d be reminded of you and how you met, which motivated him to get the job done quick so he could go home to see you.

[thequeenofthenightgentlyweeps]

Something About Aria,...

PART 1 OF 3

PART 2 OF 3

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*SPOILER ALERT*

FUTURE ( Part 3 of 3 )

• Briefly describe her life in the future, regardless of how far into the future this is.

~ After the trials which involves her Stand, Aria would finally find her true home with Bruno Bucciarati. She also realizes that her simple, selfish dreams would finally become a reality.

• Is she content with her future situation? Is there anything she would change?

~ She is very content. She would not change a thing. Having Bruno by her side, and soon, a small family and a long and happy life with him, is the most wondrous miracle that ever happened in her life.

• How would her beliefs or morals change in the future, if at all?

~ After the events in her story, and Bruno's sacrifice for her, she has learned to let go of her painful past, and, instead, used it to become a better person. She has finally accepted what she truly is and how unique she is, and she took the first step out of her anxiety and depression. She is slowly learning to walk, and fly again. She has also learned to open up to other people.

• What’s something she was sure would happen in their future but didn’t?

~ Aria initially thought the worse - that everyone close to her would die. But, because of Bruno's sacrifice and resilience, the tragedy was averted. She was saved, and at the same time, Bruno gained an even greater power - a Requiem Stand of his own.

• Did she get married or have a family? Why? If otherwise, why not?

~ Bruno proposed to her a year later after the events of her story, and they were married a year after that. He became less involved with Passione ( he instead became a part of Giorno Giovanna's most trusted advisers ), focusing more on his wife, their house, and soon, his two precious children. Yes, Aria's selfish dreams became a reality. A beach wedding ( all organized by her best friend and sister, Bria Adal ( @mrsgiovanna 's lovely OC ), her Prince, and an island all to herself and her Bruno during their honeymoon. What more could she ask for?

• How does she react to the changing times? Is she adaptable or does she reject modernity?

~ During her time, she learned music the traditional way. When she and Bruno finally became parents of two musical prodigies ( one with the piano and one with the trumpet and saxophone ), they both have learned to adapt to the changing times. What used to be the traditional way of learning music changed to suit the modern times. Their children both have tablets of their own where their music sheet are. They often watch musical performances there. They could even record their recitals, or have live ones streamed using those. They don't have to drag around heavy music sheets just like what Aria did when she was still a student, and to her and Bruno's part, it was such a relief and a breath of fresh air ( also because physical copies of music sheets are not cheap ).

• Are her friends still a part of her life? Are there people she is no longer in touch with, or newly important people?

~ Bria and Giorno, and the rest of Bruno's old Passione team, still played a huge part in her family. Bria became Aria's Maid Of Honor, and Giorno became Bruno's Best Man, and later on, they became godparents to their two children. Finally, Giorno became the true Godfather ( haha, get it? Godfather? Err, never mind ). Trish became her Bridesmaid and wedding gown designer. She also sang during the reception and later on became one of their children's godparents. Abbacchio also played a huge part in the growth of Bruno's little princess, as the girl became too attached to him, much to his chagrin ( a story to be told later on ). Mista and Narancia offered their full support protecting Aria's family, and Fugo became the tutor of their children. Gia, Bria and Giorno's daughter, became very close with their daughter, and Giordano, the Don and Donna's son, became somewhat of an older brother figure to their son.

• Would she become a mentor figure for anyone?

~ Because her daughter chose to play the piano just like her when she was 4, Aria became her own daughter's mentor.

• How does she feel about getting older and eventually dying?

~ Aria is content spending the rest of her life, and later on, her senior year with her beloved Bruno. However, she dreads the inevitable day that he would be leaving her. She knew she would never be able to bear the pain of one day losing him due to old age. Because of this, she secretly wants to go first than him. Until then, she is content to live the simple, peaceful and quiet life with him.

• How does she want to be remembered after she dies?

*MASSIVE SPOILER*

~ She wanted to be remembered as a pianist who brought the Clair De Lune Miracle. She wanted to be remembered by her true ability, not the nightmares The Queen Of The Night showed.

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[lady-wallace]

Bucci Gang Scent Headcanons

I’ve been wanting to do another headcanon post since you guys seemed to really like my Bucci Gang sleep headcanons (currently over 250 notes 0_0) so here is another one. It’s a little weird, but I hadn’t personally seen this done before, so I hope you all enjoy it.

Feel free to add/reblog or borrow for fics (just tag me if you do ^_^)

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Giorno: Perhaps it’s because of Gold Experience’s influence, but Giorno always smells like spring sunshine, and grass and green things. When he’s particularly happy, he can even smell like flowers. Giorno loves nothing more than the smell of fresh flowers, which is why he always keeps them around the house. Perhaps because it’s the exact opposite of the stuffy, dirty place he grew up in and his mother’s heady and cheap, chemical-smelling perfume. Even though he usually smells like green things, when he’s really mad, he seems to permeate an ozone smell like that of a thunderstorm. It just adds to the fear of whatever enemy he happens to be fighting at the moment.

Narancia: Narancia mostly just smells like a teen boy, however, one of his favorite scents is orange blossom. It was his mother’s favorite scent and the one he always associates with her. His mother loved oranges (hence his own name) the taste and the smell and the color. Narancia found a bottle of orange blossom shampoo and uses it on occasion when he’s missing his mother. He’s afraid the other guys will think it’s girly, so he doesn’t use it a lot, but it always brings him comfort. Obviously, everyone notices anyway when Narancia comes around smelling like orange blossom, but they never say anything about it either.

Bucciarati: Bucciarati always somehow manages to smell like sea air and salt, despite the fact he doesn’t even live and work around the sea anymore. It seems to cling to him like a memory. It’s also his favorite scent, aside from fresh-baked bread. Despite the hardships he endured in his childhood, he still loves the sea, and when he can breathe the salty air, it reminds him of his father and makes him sad and happy at the same time.

Abbacchio: Abbacchio typically goes for cologne, usually something musky and masculine but not too strong. He’s not necessarily particular about what brand as long as he likes the scent though usually he prefers not to go for the cheap stuff—and why should he with the pay of a Mafiosi? (He used to use Old Spice religiously for a while until Narancia said he smelled like a dad and he has never used it since. Secretly, Narancia misses it.)

Fugo: Fugo looks like the kind of guy who wears sandalwood—and he does. But you can’t really tell, because he always smells like strawberries. He does love strawberries, it’s true, and Narancia teases him non-stop about it. So much so, that he convinced Bucciarati to buy Fugo strawberry kid’s shampoo when they were at the store once, and Fugo growled at the other boy, but…he used it anyway. And he realized he kind of liked it. And so he bought another bottle after it ran out. Narancia still teases him about it, but he doesn’t really care anymore.

Trish: Trish isn’t a fan of really heady perfume, she prefers light floral scents. Her mother always wore one that smelled of roses, and so that’s what she wears, to remind her of her mother. She’s actually really jealous of Giorno for his ability to smell like fresh-cut flowers 90% of the time and wishes her Stand ability allowed for that as well, but she’s happy with the perfume she has even if it isn’t quite as good as the real thing.

Mista: Everyone always tells Mista that he stinks and…yeah, maybe he does. (He sweats a lot and yet he insists on wearing sweaters). He does try to cover it up, but unlike Abbacchio, he buys the cheapest, most potent cologne to hide the fact he hasn’t taken a shower. (Let’s be honest, Mista is the kind of guy who just uses Axe way too liberally). The rest of the gang are caught in a constant state of wondering which is worse. Mista’s body odor, or what he tries to cover it up with.