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dongiovannaswife · 5 years

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Fate; Vampire!Giorno Giovanna x Fem!Reader. (Teal and Burgundy part 2).

part 1.

Side note (READ AFTER, SPOILERS): I am aware that most of Giorno’s character behavior is a bit out of hand here, but I wanted to write a darker version of him, aside from that, during the first part he restrained himself from drinking for a long time, it would be logical that he’s a bit out of his mind. Also, reader’s reaction is pretty much based off on logic, and fear. Remember that no one really goes through life expecting their partner to suddenly get sick, keep them away in order to protect them (knowing pretty well what’s happening) and then use them like orange juice.

I wanted to toy with physics theories (was inspired by Kira’s Bites The Dust) and fate, which is a recurrent theme in all JJBA but more noticeable in VA.

Destiny and fate are both different concepts, even if it seems like they are the same. In a way, I wanted to play with both concepts. Honestly, the first part left a lot of work undone (and honestly I’ve noticed the way my skills have improved) and this second part was hard to think and write, both because of GER and for the relationship between Giorno and reader, but then I went for something realistic. We all know that loving someone doesn’t mean losing yourself or hurting them and yourself; and if it happens, then it’s something to think of and work on. It was a bitter end, but sometimes it really be like that and we have to learn which things we shouldn’t do with our partner; Giorno did committed a mistake by hiding all from her, and the way in which he learned that is the most painful, but we all learn like this, don’t we?

Warnings: violence, blood (I mean look who we are talking about), self-harm (remember DIO? Yeah you’ll understand later), language.

Feedback is always appreciated.

“Ora!”

Furious fight.

“You will never arrive at the truth that’s going to happen. None who stands before me shall ever get there, regardless of their abilities.”

Fate engraved.

No one there is really sure how it happened, nor how it fast is was. There’s certainly a sense that something is wrong, there’s a piece missing, perhaps someone. Giorno is no longer there, and in the room there’s only Jotaro and Mista, trying to stand from the ground, both feeling dazed and confused —and then it clicks, the piece missing, that someone missing aside from Giorno Giovanna, is her.

Star Platinum lifts the sofa from his user, who stands as soon as he can, scanning the room. He seems calm, like that time back at Egypt, when Dio Brando made him act and think fast; the difference of power between those two was clear. And now, it felt like the story was happening again, despite his fear. The power difference between Giorno Giovanna and Dio Brando is also clear, it is possible that Giorno is even stronger than Dio, but Jotaro isn’t sure about this. He doesn’t want to pressure himself into making an assumption he may regret later.

“Guido. That’s your name, right? What happened?”

Mista knocks a chair to the floor, looking at it suspiciously; after this, there is only three chairs standing. “Yeah— it’s Giorno’s requiem. His abilities… I don’t know what he’s capable of, but he’s strong. You’ve heard about Diavolo, right?”

Jotaro nods, tilting his hat down with his finger. “Yare yare daze.”

The door tosses open and there stands Fugo Pannacotta, sweating and clearly nervous.

“Tell me he didn’t escaped.”

Mista looks down at the gun on his hands, verifying the magazine with a puzzled expression that Fugo interprets as seriousness, perhaps anger and worry. “Yeah” the gunslinger says, looking up at Purple Haze’s user. “And he took (Y/n) with him.”

Fugo’s eyes are the size of dinner plates as the words hit him. “What the hell are we doing here, then? We have to do something.”

When Jotaro Kujo stands between the two mafiosos, his hands are on his pockets and his expression holds the same resolve from Egypt and Morioh. “From now on, the Speedwagon foundation will make a secret alliance with Passione, Giorno Giovanna is now a fugitive.”

Fugo frowns, “He’s the boss of the most powerful gang in all Italy, he controls the country from the shadows, and you think being a fugitive will scare him? His contacts can hide him, or even help hide his steps.”

“I never mentioned the police or the government. This is all about us, stand users. It’s not the first time a group of stand users assemble to reach a common goal, and you all know it, given your occupations.”

“What are you trying to say? Are we going to kill Giorno?” asks Mista, number five preparing a bullet.

“If we have to, we will.”

•••

“It can’t be-“ says Koichi Hirose, mouth dry and eyes the size of dinner plates, “when I saw him eleven years ago he was… He was shining with the Joestar will.”

Tilting his hat down for the fifth time that day, Jotaro’s voice sounds deprived of something, perhaps hope. “He’s Dio’s son, what were you expecting? It was clear that he would become the same shit as his father.”

Josuke was trying to keep his mouth shut, that was noticeable for the painful way his jaw was clenched, but Jotaro’s words made him snap, and if his tone wasn’t messy and angry, constipated with his emotions, it was hard. “Isn’t he Jonathan Joestar’s son, too?”

Jotaro freezes.

Koichi’s voice sounds clear in the destroyed room, remains of an empty battle still there, perhaps it was a thought he said out loud, his emotions out of hand. “The Joestar will… Surpassed by the evil of a man long dead.”

•••

“No, no, no.”

Sitting fast with a hot thread of cold sweat running down her spine, (Y/n) can’t see with the darkness surrounding her, but the voice whispering so erratically and desperate is familiar, and the tone used worries and scares her. Darkness has been linked to terror often by humans, since it represents the fear of the unknown. The fear of the dark is something common, but it can go from being just words to be a reality. A reality (Y/n) finds herself suddenly in after feeling a pair of fangs taking her blood; and to make it worst, the fangs belonged to her boyfriend, Giorno Giovanna.

A pang of sadness and anger clutches her chest. “I don’t know if I will be able to forgive him.” She thinks, trying to get her eyes to adapt, but with the lack of light, it almost seems impossible.

“Wryyy.” A whisper, ice cold and exorbitantly threatening resounds through the room and (Y/n) stops, her head spinning on each possible direction her neck can make. And for a moment, silence takes over. Until it happens again.

“W-wryyy.”

“Giorno?”

Silence.

“Giorno, I know it's you. Where are you?”

No answer. With desperation and fear, (Y/n) stands slowly, finding the wall behind her after taking a couple of steps and groping the wall looking for the light switch until a protuberance with circular edges comes in contact with her hand. Her thumb presses the switch and the light appears. A hiss escapes from the blond, who’s hunched in the floor, his nails sinking on his head. Trials of blood running down his fingers and between his palms, staining his face. His jaw opens every now and then to let a whisper escape, pained and guttural. Animalistic, but still trying to maintain humanity on it. Painful, scared. It’s everything he didn’t wanted to be, and the thing that’s happening nevertheless.

Before she can talk again, Giorno’s broken voice fills the silence, “That man said it. That man knew it.”

“W-who? Who knew what?”

“Pucci. That—“ he coughs, palm against his mouth, pupils blown and sweat running down his back.

Hurrying at his side, she doesn’t get too close before his hand makes a signal for her to stop.

“He said that if I don’t drink, I’ll become a demon.”

(Y/n) freezes, eyes the size of dinner plates, holding tears back.

“Giorno, please, don’t punish yourself like this.”

Giorno’s eyes look at hers, the teal of his orbs is there again, but right around the irises, there’s a halo of burgundy. She’s not sure if he’s becoming a demon, like that man said.

“How do you know that? Who’s that man?”

“He… He said he met my dad. He said that I had to drink soon.” Giorno stops for a moment, noticing he’s starting to stare at her pulse point, and looking at the floor, his voice sounds angry; not at her, but against himself.

“What if he’s trying to use you?”

“Could be,” he says, a little moment of lucidity. “He seemed really adamant about giving me suggestions. I suppose, then, that you’re right, cara. Always so smart.”

Sitting were he made her stop, (Y/n) asks again, nervously thinking about how to make him snap out of it. Despite his behavior now, it is clear that he’s not on his mind.

When he suddenly moves, she jumps back. The look of hurt flashing through his eyes accompanies Giorno’s confession. “You’re afraid of me. Trust me, bella, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to feel like this, never.”

“Trust you? You want me to trust you after all of this? When this started you didn’t tell me and instead, pulled me away. You treated me like a child. We could have found a better solution for this if you just haven’t pulled me aside.” (Y/n) doesn’t mean it, but her tone is not as strong as she would like it to be and instead, it’s weak. Despite the pang of anger still residing on her chest, the sadness of seeing him like this makes it worse.

They say that love hurts. And sometimes, even if people loved each other, there could still be mistakes that made it seem like love was never there. It takes more than just will to realize that love is supposed to go like that, in a certain way: it is supposed that love is about truth. Sometimes, none of that seemed true.

“I wanted to protect you. But I suppose I was trying to protect myself.”

(Y/n) nods, suddenly realizing that none of this, the reclaims and discussions, will solve anything.

“It wasn’t you the one who drank my blood.”

Giorno shakes his head, smiling sadly. The human color of his eyes is back. “It was me, bella. I was aware of what I was doing— and I know I hurt you; when I asked you out, two years ago, I told you I would protect you. If I can’t protect you from myself first and beforehand, then I don’t deserve you.”

“What are you tr—“Giorno’s gesture asks for silence, ocean eyes holding something she can’t tell. “I know you don’t trust me like you did before. Don’t get so close, please. Help me, (Y/n), help me so I cannot hurt you again.”

“Giorno, you can’t just ask that! You can’t tell me to go away again! There’s something more, it has to b—“

Giorno’s eyes are fixed intensely on her arm, watching with amazement. Realizing this, (Y/n) looks down at her arm, finally feeling the arrow crawling up her arm.

“The arrow choose you.” He says, and then it clicks. “Your will to help me, even after what I did to you is so strong the arrow choose you. Pierce your stand, (Y/n), and fate will be by your side— it’s what you wanted. Take it, cara.”

The Catalyst, (Y/n)’s stand, materializes besides her, gazing at Giorno for a moment and with shaking hands, (Y/n) takes the arrow.

Still, the look she gives to Giorno, who’s still hunched on the floor, hair out of style and tired eyes, makes the don realize how much will he lost once all of this is over.

“I love you, Giogio.”

The sting of the arrow is the last thing she feels and the light emanating from The Catalyst is the last thing both of them see before the endgame.

•••

Awakening suddenly with Mista’s worried eyes on her, (Y/n) doesn’t know why or how, but she’s aware that fate is by her side, gifting her with another opportunity to rewrite the bitter end from another reality.

Rewriting fate. Doubting destiny.

There are plenty ways you can stop a man. However, it’s not sure if the one at three meters in front of her is one, it isn’t sure either if he’s trying to get through her, or if he’s aware of the act of her stand, but it’s sure that he’s not the Giorno she loves.

There are plenty ways you can stop a man. And if he’s a man or a vampire, the only way to stop him is with the power of the arrow and its judgment.

Gold Experience Requiem doesn’t act: in fact, it doesn’t exist anymore, Star Platinum doesn’t attack; both of their users are looking at her as the arrow shows itself on The Catalyst’s chest.

“What did you do, (Y/n)? we are in the same situation from befo—“

“Indeed, you are experiencing the rewrite of a succession of events in your universe. Your memories will be removed if my user desires so.” The Catalyst’s voice sounds so much like her, modified with a pitch of reverb.

Mista’s mouth opens and his eyes shift nervously from her face to Giorno, the gunslinger points at the don, and when Jotaro looks at him, Giorno is kneeling, a hand on his chest and the other on his forehead, forcing his nails to tear the skin open and draw out blood, (Y/n)’s heart sinks on her chest and with a gesture, Mista and Jotaro are dismissed.

“Giorno.” The Catalyst Requiem disappears, and as it vanishes, the arrow hits the floor, making Giorno freeze, startled with his senses now enhanced; the sound, that by human ears should be minimal, is now higher for the now vampire.

“Please,” he chokes out, voice raspy and needy, “don’t let me hurt you again, let me die. Let me die and everything will be alright.”

With tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, (Y/n) shakes her head no, picking the remaining of a wine bottle and once making sure it’s sharp enough by tasting it in a curtain, she looks for the glass he was using. Giorno’s eyes never leave her form. Even if he’s still dazed, pained and oh so deeply mad and sad, he’s still capable of noticing the way she’s fighting for both of them. And it feels like not only did she ask for an opportunity to rewrite everything, but to show him his value. A value he’s not capable of seeing, but she does.

There’s suddenly a glass in front of him; the metallic smell reaches his brain before his eyes can register what it is, and the desperation he was trying to contain starts again; the insistence on his brain makes him look at the ground.

“Please” she coos, desperate as well, but trying hard to sound welcoming. “Take it, accept this, Giogio. Don’t push me away, let me help you. Trust me.”

Looking up, Giorno’s eyes are divided between teal and burgundy. Eyes are often presumed to be the windows of the soul, and if they really are, then his soul is still trying to fight against the nature inherited from Dio Brando and the human side from Jonathan Joestar; he’s not aware of it, but in her eyes, he’s not what Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar were. Giorno Giovanna is his own person; and perhaps he knows this, but with the current state his mind is in, his thoughts can be screaming a million things.

Helping the glass to his lips, Giorno’s eyes start turning red once the salty taste of the blood reaches his lips.

And then it’s gone.

Gulping the lasts drops of blood down, Giorno stops shaking and the teal color of his eyes comes back. His mind stops screaming, but he’s shaking. (Y/n) kneels, circling his shoulders with one arm while the other remains at her side, the cloth she used helping to stop the bleeding. Giorno can still smell the blood, but his senses seem to come back to a normality he doesn’t know he can call that, but the only normality in the whole situation is the way she presses her head against his neck. Holding her against his chest, Giorno finally let’s himself relax; a waterfall of tears starts running down his face, realizing that he didn’t lose her, but aware that the trust in their relationship needs to be worked on.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, broken.

“I’m sorry, too. We hurt each other, and while we accept it and work on it, we’ll be okay.”

Giorno hums.

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keepcalm-and-beyou · 7 years

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Derek Hale Story (10)

Shopping with the girls:

It’s a magnificent morning here in beacon hills. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and it’s not very windy. It’s the perfect day. You open your eyes to see a boys face in front of yours.

“What’s for breakfast” Stiles the boy in front of you and guy best friend asks you

“Uh whatever that’s in your fridge at your home” you reply with a tint of sass

“Well good morning to you too” stiles sarcastically says

“I had this nightmare that when I woke from my date with Derek you’d still be here and clearly it came true” you laughed a little Stiles put of the most offended face and that only made you laugh more. Stiles hit you with the pillow you were not using and scoffed.

You get up from your comfy bed and stretch a bit.

“Alright come on lets go make breakfast you pest” you said to stiles while walking to your bedroom door going downstairs with stiles on your tail.

You and stiles walk into the kitchen. You look in your fridge seeing what to make. Stiles takes a seat at the counter table.

“So did you and your girlfriend the bag of cheezies have a good night because it sure looked like it when I got home, you were cuddled up together” you joke

“Cheezies are the best girlfriend, she feeds me, keeps me full, warms my heart and body as we cuddle, sh doesn’t run away from me or talk back and is so delicious” stiles chuckles

“Well I hope you two are very happy” you speak being sarcastic while taking eggs out of the fridge.

“I happened to have a great night as well” you smile

“I love you Y/N but I’m not sure I want to hear details about about to and Derek” stiles laughed and you rolled your eyes cracking eggs in a bowl .

“That’s fine, I wasn’t going to tell you much anyways. I’ll be going out with Lydia, Kira and malia and I will talk with them” you say giving joking attitude to stiles.

You put hash browns in the oven and pour a small amount of milk in the bowl of eggs stirring it all and adding some salt and pepper mixing it again.

“So what are you girls doing and why aren’t guys invited” stiles asked while raising an eyebrow at you.

“We are going shopping and because we don’t like you” you respond joking and flip the hash. Browns. You start cooking the eggs.

“You are a mean girl, you should of played one of those chicks from the movie mean girls” stiles says

“Yes that’s me the men’s girl, making you breakfast after letting you use my tv and house all night and sleepover. Wow I’m such a bitch” you sarcastically say.

You finish up cooking and put the eggs and hash browns on a plate for you and stiles. You put a plate of food in front of stiles

“Here you go brat” you chuckle at stiles

“Thanks boo” stiles replies You and stiles eat and enjoy the wonderful food you have cooked. Your phone goes off and it appears to be a text message. You checked who it might be. The text was from Lydia saying to be ready in two hours.

You hurried up eating and told stiles to hurry up as well because you had to get ready. You both finish your food.

“Thank you for the food and everything else” stiles smiles and gives you a hug. You hug your best friend back.

“Wow you have manners” you laughing You put yours and stiles dishes in the sink as stiles put his shoes on. You walked stiles to the door.

“Bye, thanks for keeping my house clean enough last night” you speak to stiles

“Your welcome babe, see you later” stiles says walking out of the door to head home giving you the time you need to get ready for hanging with the girls. You close and lock your door and head upstairs.

You walk into your bathroom strip off your clothes and turn the water to your shower on to make it the perfect warm hot temperature. You jump in the shower wash your hair first and begin washing your body and shaving quickly what needs to be done. You leave your shower wrap a towel around you and blow dry your hair.

You go to your bedroom and put on a jean skirt with a black tank top.

You turn your straightener on and wait the minute for it to fully heat up. You straighten your hair trying to hurry up without burning your self. You jam to music while doing your hair. You Hum and sing to most songs. You sang “ I got a pocket got a pocket full of sunshine, I got a love and I know that’s it’s all mine oh oh woah” you hum more of the song doing more of your hair.

You sang “making my way downtown walking fast faces pass and I’m home bound, staring blankly ahead just making my way through the crowed” you finish up doing your hair. You turn off your straightener and start putting on face primer and concealer, foundation, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, blush and touch up your eyebrows.

A little time goes by and you get a text from Lydia

LYD: We'er Here! Get your butt outside❤️

YOU: Okay ❤️

You put on a pair of cute flat boots and grab your purse with your phone in hand. You walk out the door and lock it. You get into Lydia's back seat. Lydia's obviously driving her own car while malia is in the passenger seat beside Lydia and Kira is in the back seats with you.

"Hey chicas" you greet your friends They all had smiles on their faces clearly as happy to see you and you are them.

"Hey" Kira and malia said basically at the same time.

"Hey Hun" Lydia says back to you

"Lets get our shop on" you slightly yell with excitement. The girls laugh at your silliness.

Lydia starts driving to the mall and turns on the radio which always means you girls will be singing at the top of your lungs to whatever plays. You girls sang like the silly weirdos you are together.

"I'm in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do" You girls sang rockabye baby by joey badass, starving by haliee steinfeld, sign of the times by Harry styles, that's what I like by Bruno mars. Basically all they play recently on the radio.

You all got to the mall. Lydia found a spot to park not far from the doors.

"Yay shopping" you speak like a young child And The girls giggle.

"Yes shopping I need new shoes" Lydia says excitedly as you all get out the car.

"Yes because You Lydia need more shoes" you sarcastically say knowing she has plenty of shoes. Lydia gave you a bitchface while Kira and malia chuckle.

You and Lydia lock arms and all walk into the shopping center. Lydia and you are the closest of all the girls. She is literally your best friend. Your other half, your main chick.

"Where to first" Kira asks not speaking to any on of you specifically

"I don't know" malia replies You shrug it caring where to. And Lydia chirps up and says "lets go to Macy's" grabbing your hand pulling you to the direction the store is located in the mall with the other girls quick behind.

You all enter Macy's.

"I could use a nice dress, maybe it can persuade Derek to take me dancing" you smirk

" yes we can find something classy but sexy. Something that says I'm not a whore but I'm not a Virgin either" Lydia says Kira chuckles and malia rolls her eyes not entirely interested in picking a intimate dress for a family members girlfriend even if it is her friend.

Malia and Kira go off to look through shirts and pants while You and Lydia check out some dresses. You try on a black dress which is pretty comfortable.

While checking your self and dress out in the mirror in your change room Lydia speaks up "So I don't recall you telling me about your second date last night" Lydia nags

You open the door to the change room and walk out to show lyds the dress.

"Well we went to a very nice restaurant and had great food, he laughed I laughed, we talked about whatever, the waiter kept flirting with me it took me a little to realize, literally at the end of dinner" you laughed and Lydia smiles.

"I think Derek was annoyed and even a little jealous but it was cute" you smile and blush

Lydia is looking at you with a bored expression and says

"I don't like" You frown and ask " you don't like what" thinking it was about what you were saying.

"The dress it's not enough, it's boring" Lydia answers like it was obvious that's what she meant

You exhale "Oh Okay"

You go back to the change room to remove this dress and try on another.

"Sounds like you had fun on your date" Lydia says You smile to your self remembering the evening and because the dress you just put on looks sexy.

You walk out of the change room again "Yeah I really did have fun, I always have fun with Derek, even though that sounds cheesy" you smile and blush

"Awe so adorable Y/N is in love with a sour wolf" Lydia chuckles teasing you

"Yeah sure way to jump the gun" you chuckle nervously. Thinking to your self OMG did she just say love? Me love Derek? No way. That would be crazy, it's to soon for that. Right? Well maybe not.. oh dear. NO I can't!. Maybe I do.. maybe I love him already? We have known each other awhile so it's not that Crazy.

"I am in love" Lydia interrupts your thoughts speaking in an admiring tone.

"What your in love" you ask very confused Kira and malia come walking your way.

"Yeah that dress is perfect" Lydia points out talking about the dress you currently have on.

"Oh I like that dress" Kira to you

"It is nice" malia adds

You take one more look at your self in the dress and smile.

"Yep this is the dress I want" you say confirming your choice.

You take the dress off in the change room and you girls go to the cashier desk. Lydia surprisingly did not buy anything as she was busy helping you. Malia and Kira paid for a couple shirts they were looking at. And you paid for your stunning dress.

You girls took off to browse in Hot Topic.

"oh my god look what I found" you held up a Harley Quinn shirt that read Daddies Lil Monster.

"I so love it" Kira said with a big smile

"Who doesn't love Harley Quinn" Malia said

"Exactly" you smile while grabbing your size in the shirt.

"Your really going to buy that shirt" Lydia laughs

"Yes how can I not" you reply acting offended by the question

Lydia shakes her head with a fake disapproving look. You pay for your shirt and Malia pays for a studded necklace she adored.

You all go to Starbucks in the mall for a cool drink of frappuccinos. You and Lydia got a Vanilla Bean frapp. Kira had a Java Chip. And Malia a Caramel frapp. You gals sat at a table enjoying your drinks and a break from standing.

"Did you and Derek have a good time on your date" Kira asked And Lydia gave you a big grin already knowing the answer.

"Yes I sure did" you smile slightly

"Well we all know he likes you a lot. I don't think you need to be a werewolf or fox to sense that" Malia says

"That's very true" Lydia speaks And you blush

"I sure hope so, you all know I really like him" you say with butterflies going crazy in your stomach because of this conversation about the amazing man in your life

. "You two are so cute" Lydia exclaims

"Yeah you two really are" Kira agrees smiling

" what about you and Parrish huh lyds" you ask nudging her smirking She gives a small smile

"Honestly, I am not sure, it's complicated" she says

"How so" Malia asks

"We don't really show or say our feelings" Lydia replies

"He seems complicated But very sweet" Kira says

"And sexy, very sexy" you add with a laugh and the other girls laugh to.

You all finish your drinks and toss the empty cups in the garbage. You guys head out to Lydia's car. You all get in the car this time you in shot gun aka passenger seat beside Lydia. First Lydia drops off Malia than Kira and took you home.

You had a great time with the girls and absolutely love your new dress. And can't wait to wear it for Derek.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Gifs and pictures not mine) Hope you all are enjoying the story so far!

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