#naranicia

[cophene]

𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 | vento aureo; twenty-eight.

✦.⁺ diaphanous.

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process. notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.8k+

content warning: descriptions of blood and violence

═ ☆.  MISTA!” NARANCIA SHRIEKED. “What the hell!?”

Mista didn’t react. He only squinted down the length of his revolver, lining it up with the fleshy thing on Risotto’s arm. It was a good thing he was already drunk or he would’ve blasted the thing by now.

(Y/n) grabbed Formaggio’s sleeve, whose face had gone deathly white. “Go find Bruno. Or Giorno. Just go get someone!”

Formaggio rushed away, slipping on his shiny loafers. (Y/n) slung large lengths of White Satin across both sides of the hallway leading to the infirmary. The gaps in between were large enough that any Stand users could duck under them, but to ordinary people, they wouldn’t be able to pass without seeing them. The last thing they needed was a tipsy freshman stumbling upon the scene.

“Put your revolver down, Mista,” said Fugo, stepping one foot into the infirmary. “We don’t know what that thing is. Do you want to mangle Risotto’s arm?”

“Just get it off,” said Risotto weakly, the wrappings around his nose muffling his voice. Looking closer, the fleshy growth was even worse than (y/n) had thought. It grew larger by the minute, shifting and moving grotesquely as though it had a mind of its own. If they waited any longer, it would overtake Risotto’s entire body.

As soon as they thought this, Risotto slumped forward, his body going lax. 

“It’s sucking out energy from him,” said Fugo, a harsh scowl on his face. “That’s why it’s growing.”

“(Y/n), why do you have pieces of White Satin everywhere? And have you guys seen Mis—” Bruno had stepped over (y/n)’s barricade, but stopped when he saw the scene inside the infirmary.

“There’s something growing on Risotto’s arm,” Fugo told him. “It has to be a Stand.”

“We need to shoot it off!” shouted Narancia.

“My thoughts exactly,” said Mista, hovering a finger over his revolver trigger.

“Don’t!” snapped (y/n) and Bruno together. With quick, ginger steps, Bruno entered the infirmary. He took a moment to study the growth before Sticky Fingers appeared, unzipping Risotto’s forearm and the growth in one quick movement. It fell to the ground with a smack.

Mista wasted no time in firing his Pistols into the thing. The little Stands shrieked shrilly, the bullets shredding the fleshy mass and sending bursts of blood into the air.

Mista lowered his smoking revolver, staring at the unmoving mass. 

“Did you get it?” Naranicia asked, eyes wide.

Blood gushed from multiple points on Mista’s body in response. He staggered, his words coming up in a wet garble. “It caught my Pistols. It’s eating them.”

When (y/n) looked again, four of the Pistols were trapped in the fleshy mass, slowly being digested.

“You need to stay away from it—” Mista choked out before collapsing heavily to the ground.

“Narancia!” Fugo failed to grab Narancia’s arm as he rushed into the infirmary, Aerosmith zipping through the air. Bruno dove for cover behind one of the cots as Aerosmith’s bullets tore into the growth and Risotto’s arm.

“Aerosmith doesn’t need to get close to blow you to bits!” Narancia shouted.

To (y/n)’s horror, parts of the growth stretched out to absorb the bullets. When Aerosmith ducked closer to it, it reared up, wrapping itself around the Stand. It ripped off one of Aerosmith’s wings and Narancia screamed as chunks of his arm flew off. He crashed to the ground, his head making a sickening crack.

“Bruno!” (y/n) screamed. “Get out of there!”

Bruno scrambled to his feet, running to the door. The fleshy mass threw aside Aerosmith’s fuselage and launched itself after Bruno. White Satin stretched out a whip, (y/n) having every intention to rip the mass apart.

“It’ll catch your Stand!” Fugo snapped. 

“Bruno’s not going to make it!” (y/n) shouted back.

Fugo shoved them roughly away from the door. Rather than reaching for Bruno, Fugo ran into the infirmary himself, sending out Purple Haze in a manic blur.

“Fugo, get out!” shrieked Bruno.

Fugo’s eyes blazed. “Just go! I’ll deal with this.”

 Purple Haze drove a fist into the mass with an animalistic cry. At the same instant the capsule on its fist exploded, Fugo shoved Bruno the last few feet to the door, slamming it behind him.

“Are you alright?” (y/n) hurriedly looked Bruno up and down, afraid they would see pink flesh hanging off of his body somewhere.

“I shouldn’t have left Fugo in there,” Bruno said in a strained voice.

(Y/n) peered through the narrow pane of glass, their heart in their throat. The air inside the infirmary rippled slightly, a violet-hued mist rising to the ceiling.

“Why did he do that?” (y/n) whispered. “Fugo’s not far enough away. His Stand will get him too.” They remembered distantly something about Purple Haze’s virus not doing well under direct light. There were fluorescent lights in the infirmary, but thirty seconds were more than enough to seriously harm Fugo.

They could see Fugo moving to the far wall. His face crumpled with pain as his exposed hands began to bubble and erupt with pus. His Stand was tearing into the mass, but the thing reformed as quickly as Purple Haze tore it apart. The virus that Purple Haze had released didn’t have any affect on it whatsoever. It flew at Purple Haze’s throat—

Fugo’s muffled scream ripped itself in half.

A pathetic whimper escaped (y/n)’s mouth. Bruno let out a ragged breath.

“No. No.” (Y/n) shook their head, hardly able to process. There was a thud and (y/n) jolted back from the door.

The mass was still alive. It flung itself with such force against the pane of glass in the door that tiny cracks spread across its surface.

The user, (y/n) thought dimly. Where are they? Who’s controlling this thing?

They turned to Bruno, struggling to voice their thoughts. 

Bruno grabbed (y/n)’s hand. “We need to go.”

(Y/n) followed after him frantically, dispersing their Stand strung across the hallway. Glass shattered behind them, and there was a wet splat as the mass landed in the hallway.

“Don’t look behind you,” Bruno commanded. “Just run.”

A sob tore through (y/n). They were running now? After that thing had as good as killed a roomful of people? What good would running do?

Bruno yanked (y/n) sharply around a corner. Where could they go? If they led that mass back to the banquet hall, it would kill all of the students there. If they drew out their Stands, the mass would devour them.

“Bruno! (Y/n)! In here!”

(Y/n) could hardly believe it. That couldn’t be Trish, sticking her head out from one of the rooms. They darted a glance behind them. 

The mass was practically on top of them.

They pushed themselves harder, clenching Bruno’s hand so hard they expected to leave behind bloody crescents.

The mass bearing down on them.

A whoosh of air.

The fleshy mass flew right past Bruno and (y/n). It latched itself onto someone ahead of them—a terrified student (y/n) hadn’t even noticed. Broad shoulders. Curly hair.

Caprese screamed as the mass tore into his back, falling to the ground almost comically. (Y/n) only saw a flash before they were inside the room with Trish, the door firmly shut at their back.

“Oh my god,” Trish breathed.

“Get away from the door!” Giorno was here too. He stared at Bruno and (y/n), eyes wild. “Where’s everyone else?” 

He swore again when no one replied. “You shouldn’t have touched it,” Giorno seethed. “God, why did you—”

“What was it?” (Y/n)’s voice trembled. “Mista and Narancia’s bullets—Fugo’s Stand—it was—it was eating them. W-where’s the user?”

“There isn’t one,” Giorno spat, running fingers through his hair. His normally meticulous curls fell around his face in a tangle. “You killed him before you even got here.”

(Y/n)’s blood ran cold.

Bruno glared at him. “What are you talking about? How is that possible?”

“That Stand was activated posthumously. It belongs to Signor D.” Giorno’s words came out in sharp bursts. “Didn’t you find it strange that he died without using it? That’s because he couldn’t. The Stand could only work after he’d died. That’s why Fugo’s Purple Haze couldn’t harm it.”

“But why did it go after Caprese when (y/n) and Bruno were closer?” asked Trish in a tight whisper.

“I don’t know. But I think it detects movement—speed. It will go after the fastest thing in a room, regardless of what it is. And now, that thing is massive, thanks to all the energy and matter it’s been absorbing.”

“How do we get rid of it?” asked Bruno. “It’ll go after the entire cruise ship if we leave it out there.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out,” Giorno snapped.

This was what the Signor’s plan had been. He hadn’t planned on killing Signor Brando or anyone else himself at the fundraiser. He’d been counting on being killed. With him gone, his Stand would carry out his rampage for him, absorbing energy from the students until it grew large enough to slaughter the entire ship. How would he ever suffer the blame for it? It was a terrifyingly brilliant plan, and (y/n) felt like a fool for underestimating the man.

A sudden thought struck (y/n). “Where’s Abbacchio?”

“Still at the banquet hall,” said Bruno distractedly.

“Could he get us a boat?”

“Now is not the time,” murmured Trish from the corner of her mouth.

(Y/n)’s head was working furiously. The mass. Movement. Speed. Direct attacks on it wouldn’t work. Stands would only get their energy sucked out of them. It would chase them, but they couldn’t run forever. Nothing could.

Except—

“The sea,” said Giorno, almost as though he’d been reading (y/n)’s thoughts.

Bruno wrinkled his brow. “What?”

(Y/n) turned toward Giorno. “If Abbacchio can get us a boat—”

“—If he can get it close to this room—”

“—We could get the flesh mass in here—”

“—Through the window—”

“—No. It’ll have to chase us—”

“—How—”

“—I could swing out—”

“—You need an opening—”

“—Sticky Fingers—”

“—Onto the boat—”

“—It would fall—”

“—And get swept into the ocean,” finished (y/n) and Giorno together. A grin at odds with the situation spread across (y/n)’s face, and mirroring one appeared on Giorno’s.

“It’s a god-awful plan,” (y/n) said.

“I know. But that's all we’ve got.”

“What the hell just happened?” Trish said, looking back into the room. “What are you muttering about?”

Giorno took the fragmented plan the two of them had just come up with and strung it together into something more coherent. Meanwhile, (y/n) moved off to a corner of the room and dialled Abbacchio’s number.

“What’s wrong?”

(Y/n) filled him on the posthumous Stand and their current predicament. They found that their explanation sounded pale and flimsy compared to what had actually happened.

“That’s why you need to get a boat,” they finished. 

Abbacchio didn’t reply immediately. (Y/n) heard his brisk footsteps and his brusque voice telling people to move.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner?” he said. “I’ve been standing up here doing absolutely nothing. How will I know which room you’re in?”

“I’ll send a piece of White Satin out,” (y/n) replied, doing just that out of the nearby window. “Hurry.”

“You’ll have to be fast,” Giorno was saying. “As soon as the door opens, it’ll rush in here. Bruno will have to open a wide enough opening for (y/n) to get through. Once they land, Abbacchio will take off. They’ll keep going until they reach the ocean. The waves will take care of the Stand from there.”

“Everyone else needs to get out too,” said (y/n). “It might detect speed but we don’t know if just a twitch will be enough to get its attention. It could get sidetracked unless we’re all moving in the same direction.”

Giorno’s face tightened. “I have to stay here.”

“What does that mean?”

“I need to stay behind. Someone—someone has to deal with the infirmary before….”

The others. (Y/n)’s throat closed.

Were they even alive?

“We can’t waste time. Someone could pass by the mass at any minute.”

(Y/n)’s eyes went to the window, their strand of White Satin dangling listlessly. Minutes dragged by. Their stomach lurched when they realized they could hear the Stand tearing energy and flesh from Caprese out in the hallway.

Hurry, Abbacchio. 

What if this didn’t work?

What if the Stand caught up with them before they made it out to the ocean? 

What if—

Someone gave a sharp yank on White Satin.

“He’s here,” (y/n) said.

Everyone looked at each other. They looked ridiculous in their creased suits and made-up hair.

"Buona fortuna,” said Giorno, with just a hint of a smile.

Trish edged the door open with painful slowness. Everyone went still as stone, hardly breathing.

In the blink of an eye, the mass was upon them. (Y/n) barely had time to move before Spice Girl had warped the door, stretching it out to hold the Stand back.

“Bruno!” Trish cried.

Together, (y/n) and Bruno ran for the wall. Sticky Fingers stretched a zipper across it, peeling back the wall and letting in a blast of cold air.

Trish let out a shriek. (Y/n) sent back White Satin, trusting it would find her. (Y/n) pulled on it hard.

They jumped.

The Stand was at their neck.

Dark water.

The boat was too far.

Blind instinct. White Satin stretched upward, catching on a guard rail, something.

(Y/n) reached for Bruno. 

Swinging forward.

They crashed painfully onto the boat, nearly capsizing it. With a swear, Abbacchio started the engine, urging the boat away from the ship.

“Did it follow us?” Trish gasped.

(Y/n) twisted to look behind them. The bright lights of the ship receded behind them, hundreds of oblivious students still enjoying the night. They could only see the twin trails the boat left in the water.

“Maybe it drowned,” breathed Bruno.

The Stand leapt from the water with a tremendous spray of water. It was bigger than (y/n) realized, practically the size of a shark. It caught itself on the side of the boat, no, the motor, separating it from the boat in a shower of splinters.

“Holy shit!”

Cold water sloshed onto the bottom of the boat. (Y/n) felt the boat shudder as the Stand resurfaced, crawling through the hole in the hull it had made.

Everyone scrambled back, trying to balance the capsizing boat. Trish summoned her Stand, and Spice Girl attempted to draw the splintered sides of the boat together to trap the mass. The thing shrieked, thrashing wildly, the softened boat not strong enough to hold it completely. It reached an appendage out, wrapping around Spice Girl’s throat. Trish made a garbled noise, slumping against the side of the boat. 

Water continued to pour inside.

“We’re not going to make it!” Bruno shouted.

A calm descended over (y/n). They felt removed from the situation, as though they were a spectre floating over this sinking ship in the sea. The boat wasn’t far out enough; the waves had to be stronger, faster to draw away the Stand. They felt Bruno’s hand on their arm. They heard Abbacchio shouting, looking desperately for something to defend himself. They saw Trish’s face, draining of colour, her delicate throat seized tight.

Narancia had looked like that once—that day on the rooftop when White Satin had first manifested.

Glimmering strands stretched out from (y/n). Tiny, fragile things that wound together, becoming larger, stronger. They came from some never-ending source, extending towards the mass of flesh.

(Y/n) grit their teeth. It had to be stronger. Stronger than any of the other times they’d ever summoned it. The diaphanous material had to be cords of steel, unbreakable, unyielding.

White Satin slid with deadly grace over the Stand. The thing struggled, but the lengths tightened, moving to close open spaces, winding over and over itself. The mass screamed, but that too, was muffled.

Someone was shouting. What are you doing. It will devour you.

(Y/n) unconsciously wound back their arm, watching their Stand lift the mass into the air, bait on a fishing hook. The weight was satisfying, hefty. The appendage that had held Trish lost its grip.

They would fling that thing into the ocean.

It would be easy.

They were sliding down, water rising. Colder than it should’ve been.

They could feel pain somewhere faintly in their arm. The Stand was eating through White Satin, wasn’t it?

No, not eating. 

Ripping. Tearing.

Devouring.

White Satin reeled back. Swung the mass once, twice. 

Glimmering strands ripped silently at the height of the throw, letting the mass fly. Its scream was piercing. 

The ocean would claim it.

The pain came swiftly. On its heels, regret.

The boat tipped into the sea, water closing over their head.

Pain pain pulled them under, searing fire, unbearable agony.

Their body torn like threads of silk.

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#jjba #jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #vento aureo #vento aureo x reader #golden wind #golden wind x reader #gender neutral reader #modern au #cw blood #cw violence

[softlimefluff]

Name: Kat Star Sign: my zodsign is Aries Height: 5” Hair+Eye: brown,blue Interests: Listening to music,drawing,playing video games,watching horror movies Unique Physical Characteristics: I have a gap in between my second front tooth and canine tooth Favorite Music genre/artist/song: I listen to rock and metal. Once in a while I’ll listen to rap and hip hop,I love Hollywood Undead, Queen, Eminem. Fave JoJo part/parts wanted for matchup: I like all 8 parts but I’m thinking of a matchup from part 5

Your match is: Narancia!

Because of your energy and interests, I think you’d vibe best with Narancia!! Especially since music is so so important to Nara and to you. He’d love your music taste and constantly be going to concerts so you can enjoy live shows together! I think the two of you would be really fun together and enjoy each other’s company (whether he’s a Taurus in the manga, or a Leo in the anime, either way you’re compatible 😌)

Your Valentine’s date would be a night out for private karaoke! Even if you both are nervous or not super great singers, he’ll enjoy the moments of being goofy with you and having fun! Afterwards, he’d want to chill, so either movie night out or movie night at home. He wants you to know that he loves you, but he isn’t fussy about making a big show (unless you let him know that’s important to you). His biggest goal is to spend time being close to you and gushing about how he’s so in love and can’t believe he got so lucky to have you in his life. 

#jojo valentines matchups #naranicia #jjba

[writing-gifts]

datura (moth!bruno x butterfly!reader)

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A/N: okay so there should be two more chapters after this one, the last one should be on the shorter side (maybe)

anyways hope you like this chapter!

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[Mid Winter]

This was the first time you had ever seen Bruno wearing bottoms and it was definitely a sight hard to process.

Your mate tilts his head when he sees you staring. “What’s wrong?”

“I'm just shocked that you have something covering your legs right now.”

Bruno rolls his eyes and you laugh. Getting him to step away from his usually reserved expressions was always amusing.

Today you, Bruno, and Narancia would be leaving the house. It was the first time any of you had gone somewhere since Winter started, and you had one goal in mind with this trip. Ice cream. Yes it was freezing, but it was the seasonal treat and the only cold thing you were willing to tolerate in your life. Fortunately, Bruno knew a place nearby that you could trade for the ingredients you needed to make it. Walking there wouldn’t exactly be fun but at least the scenery would be nice.

You pull on your gloves. “This is my least favorite part of the ice cream making process.”

“I can go myself so you can avoid the cold,” Bruno suggests.

But you shake your head. “No I need to be there! I want to be a part of the process from beginning to end.”

“Can there be honey ice cream?”

You turn your attention towards the little bee jumping in the middle of Bruno’s bed. He looks like he can barely move his arms from how layered he is, but it was necessary for how long you would be outside. Or at least that’s what Bruno told him.

“I've never tried making that before but sure!”

You adjust your scarf, wondering if you should try to layer on anything more but decide against it.

“You said it not far, right?” you ask.

“No, I usually choose to walk there even outside of Winter.”

Bruno prompts Narancia to get off the bed and fixes the lopsided hat on the bee’s head.

“Are we ready to go?”

After filling your satchels with goods you're willing to part with, you all exit the house. The sun hadn't come up just yet but the first light of the day showed it wouldn't be long until it rose.

You and Bruno each take one of Narancia’s hands and pass the multiple snowbugs decorating the snowy expanse in front of the house. They all donned various articles of clothing and random items you found. Your favorites so far were ‘Bruno’ and ‘Mista’. You didn't know who Mista was personally but Narancia said he was his friend.

“Ice cream, ice cream~”

Narancia swings between you two as you walk past the trees and a few homes of other insects. The snow on the path you were taking was mostly even so walking wasn't too difficult.

“What other flavors should there be besides honey? I hope they have some vanilla there…”

“I’m fine with anything,” Bruno says.

Everyone at least had something they’d prefer so you weren’t completely convinced with that answer.

Naranicia stops humming and looks up at you. “Papa likes honey too! He always eats some of my food!”

A small grin sits on your face as you look at the moth but he does his best to avoid your smug expression.

“Well...It can’t be helped,” he says.

By the time the sun is out and it’s a little warmer, you all are in a small glade. Various wooden shops covered in snow line the area, leaving a sizable space in the middle. You imagine people gather there for various occasions. There’s also a few bugs who are brave enough to venture the cold wandering about.

Bruno points out a specific shop and you all head towards it, following the paths made in the snow.

Entering the shop, a bell rings and you’re all immediately greeted by the scent of various spices and food. And you're sure you smelt something similar to vanilla within the mix.

The shop was small but crowded with multiple shelves holding all sorts of items. Once the front door is closed you’re shocked that it’s noticeably warmer in here than outside. Bruno’s house was also quite warm, at least compared to yours in the Winter now that you think about it.

A voice from a different room calls out interrupting your thoughts.

“Just a moment!”

You wait for a moment but end up wandering off with Narancia to inspect the various things sitting on the shelves. There were all sorts of items--food, equipment, books, and more. You even find some glowing lanterns. Perhaps this is where Bruno got all of his. What type of shop was this even exactly?

Your attention is caught next by some jars of honey. You missed eating it, but unlike Bruno you didn’t take sneaky spoonfuls of Narancia’s food. When you look closer though you realize that some are watered down. Narancia sees what you’re looking at and furrows his brows and sticks out his tongue.

“You don't like it?”

Narancia shakes his head. “The other stuff is way better.”

“Oh Bucciarati it’s you,” the same voice from before says at the front. They seem a little less enthusiastic though, taking on a more relaxed and knowing tone.

You take this as a good time to head back to the front and greet the owner. When you and Narancia exit from between the shelves, you find a dragonfly standing behind the front counter. Dragonflies weren’t anything new to you, but you’ve never seen so much pink on an insect in your life. It made the freckles sprinkling his skin stand out even more.

When he sees you he also seems a bit surprised.

Narancia smiles wide. “Good morning!”

The dragonfly returns his own friendly smile. “And good morning to you.”

He then turns his attention back to you. “You must be with Bucciarati, nice to meet you. I’m Doppio.”

“Uh hi, I’m ____.”

He repeats your name a couple times to himself until he seems comfortable with it.

“So what brings you to my shop today?”

“We want to trade for cream, vanilla, sugar, salt and milk,” Bruno says.

“You’re in luck--I still have some vanilla left! Anyways, I can get all of those things for you based on what you have to trade.”

You place your two satchels on the front counter so you can take out the stuff you brought. Too bad you didn't have any honey that you could trade. One jar of pure honey would have definitely been worth more here.

“Will this be enough for everything?” you ask.

He looks over all your nectar jars. You made sure to bring the flowers that were less common in this area, according to Bruno.

“This should be able to get you at least a container of each. What are you making anyway?”

You perk up slightly. “Ice cream!”

“Oh, that sounds good! I have chocolate too, you know?”

Getting chocolate in Winter was a flip of a coin back at the shop near your home. However, it was always worth a lot so you would rarely indulge in it.

“I don’t know if I can afford that--”

“That's okay, I’ll still give it to you. But you have to bring me some of your ice cream, okay?”

Even though you're surprised that he’s willing to give you chocolate for something that simple in return, you nod in agreement.

Doppio smiles shyly and the thought cute momentarily pops into your mind.

While Bruno and Narancia explore the shop, the dragonfly inquires with you on how much you exactly need of everything and then gathers what you listed along with a small wrapping of chocolate. The smell almost tempts you to eat it right then and there.

After you have everything packed, the three of you say goodbye to Doppio and depart the shop. You expect to head back in the same direction you came but Bruno stops you all.

“Is it okay if we take a quick detour? I want to check up on Abbacchio.”

Even though your first meeting had a rough start, it turned out okay in the end. And Narancia seemed excited by the prospect so you give the moth an okay.

The three of you end up walking about the same distance you did from Bruno’s house to the store. Fortunately it wasn't in the complete opposite direction so getting home wouldn't take twice as long.

When you reach the wasp's quaint stone and wood home, you're not surprised that there weren’t any other insects living nearby. You wonder if it was built by his own hands since it was quite out of the way.

Once you approach the front entrance, Bruno knocks on the door. It takes a while but Abbacchio answers dressed up like he’s about to go out.

Suddenly, Narancia grabs onto Abbacchio’s leg and the wasp tenses.

“Hi--”

Bruno prys Narancia off the wasp and lightly scolds him.

The bee frowns. “Sorry...”

Abbacchio visibly relaxes but warily eyes Narancia. “...It’s fine.”

Something tells you that something was off about that interaction but you can’t dwell on it right now. You give your own greeting to the wasp and he nods at you in acknowledgement. He then steps out of his home closing the door behind him.

“I was about to leave.”

“Don’t worry, we’re just making a quick stop,” Bruno says.

“...How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t need to check on me?”

Bruno gives the wasp a slightly exasperated look. “A friend can't visit a friend?”

“Sure Bucciarati.” He starts to walk past you all but stops. “...I’ll try to visit another day to make up for this.”

He leaves without waiting for an answer.

He sure does like to hide his feelings.

You look at Bruno but his face looks like it’s usual stoic self as he watches Abbacchio walk away. He gives you a small reassuring smile when his gaze meets yours though.

“Is he mad?” Narancia asks.

You look down at the still pouty bee and shake your head even though you aren’t completely sure yourself.

“He’s just busy Narancia. That went by faster than I expected though.”

Bruno nods. “Yea, let's head home.”

While you walk back home, you make sure that Bruno and Narancia pick up the speed. You didn't want the ice cream making to go into the middle of the night. The moment you all make it back, you're in the kitchen setting up and measuring the ingredients.

Bruno comes up next to you. “Don't you want to change first amore?”

“No,” you answer but don’t stop moving. “I'm going to have to go back outside multiple times after this anyway. You guys can change if you want to though.”

“Let me help. We can take turns going out or go out together.”

“Hmm, sure. It’s going to be a lot of ice cream so it would be best to have someone to help me stir.”

You have to make vanilla, honey, chocolate, and along with that, some flower ones that you wanted. Then it had to be enough for 4 people to get multiple servings.

Mixing the ingredients is quite easy and you have Narancia help you and Bruno with this so he doesn't feel left out. But after that is when it gets trickier.

“We have to come out whenever this timer runs out to stir everything and we keep doing this until it’s properly frozen,” you explain to the moth.

“That doesn't sound hard.”

“It isn't, it's just kinda tedious and tiring.”

Bruno helps you carry out all 8 dishes of ice cream you made. They weren't too big, just enough to get about 3 to 4 scoops from each. You then place them on the table he set up for you against the house.

Once you double check everything, you run back inside and Bruno trails after you at a more relaxed pace. You set up the timer and then sit down on the couch, releasing a sigh.

Narancia comes up and climbs onto the couch to sit on your lap. “When is the ice cream gonna be finished?”

“I'm not exactly sure but it should definitely be before it gets too dark.”

The look on Narancias face tells you that this is going to be a serious test of patience for him.

Fortunately, your mate is steadfast in helping you whenever it comes time to stir. Once he gets the hang of it, he convinces you to let him do the rest. So you describe to him what the ice cream should feel and look like when it’s done so he doesn't accidentally over stir. Then you remove a couple of your layers since you wouldn’t have to go outside so much anymore.

Between each stir, you and Bruno do your best to keep Narancia entertained whether he wants to play or just listen to a story. And finally, when it seems he might not be able to wait any longer, in the late afternoon the ice cream is done.

“Finally,” the bee sighs.

You laugh. “You can have the first taste Narancia for being so patient.”

He cheers and you lead him into the kitchen. You have Bruno bring in the trays while you move all the ice cream from the dishes and into their own containers. You’re quite pleased with the results.

“Nice job Bruno!”

You try to kiss the moth but Narancia makes a disgruntled noise.

“Okay, okay getting your ice cream….Here’s the honey Narancia.”

You grab a spoon and scoop a bit to hold out to him.

He verbally says ‘ahh’ and chomps down on the ice cream, before pulling back.

“I want more!”

You take that as a good sign and get a bowl and spoon for him.

After Narancia is served and happily eating away, you see the moth immediately go for the honey too. You internally thank the bee for telling on his father so you ended up making an extra dish of honey ice cream.

You gather a mixture of flower flavor and the taste has you missing Spring. You also make sure to taste test the chocolate. You're mostly satisfied with the outcome--not overly sweet but not too bitter. Hopefully Doppio would be pleased.

Once you’re all done indulging in the Winter treat, you and Bruno take the containers of ice cream back outside. You label the containers for Doppio and set it slightly to the side.

“I want to stay in tomorrow but I also want to see Doppio’s reaction to the ice cream as soon as possible!”

“You can always take it the day after tomorrow, there's no rush,” Bruno says.

“I guess you're right.”

You suddenly grin at the moth and take the moment of alone time to finally press a kiss on his lips. You're met with the taste of honey and flowers.

The front door creaks and the both of you turn towards the sound and see Narancia standing half behind it.

He immediately covers his face from accidentally catching you too kissing. “I didn't see anything!”

-----

The last few days you spent a good chunk of the night awake with Bruno and Narancia. The bee’s sleep schedule had become even more irregular than before, much to Bruno’s frustration. Some days he would sleep straight through the night and be awake throughout the majority of the day, but overall he seemed to prefer being active at night. This definitely worked better in Bruno’s favor but the moth was still set on correcting it. He was even willing to lose sleep for himself if it meant Narancia was sleeping properly, so you decide to help. When the bee decided he wanted to be awake during the day you would spend time with him so Bruno could rest.

Today was one of those days. It was early morning and you and your mate were sleeping when Narancia came into the room and roused both of you. You tell Bruno to go back to sleep as you get up to keep an eye on the bee.

Once you and Narancia are in the main room, you do your best to entertain the energetic bug by playing along with him and his toys. It takes a while but he seems to wind down and wants to do things that require less movement.

You use this opportunity to pull out your lacy work in progress and continue working on it while Narancia keeps himself busy next to you with the cloth scraps you gave him. You’ve kept the patterns in the lace simple so at this point, you’ve finished the front of the shirt. And you plan to mainly use solid silk cloth for the back to save time. Now all that was left was the sleeves and currently you were in the middle of the 2nd one. It hasn't been easy working on this out of sight of Bruno but you were making good progress, even when you would miss a stitch and would have to backtrack.

You and Narancia talk about random topics when he suddenly speaks in a way that shows he wants to reveal a secret.

“Don't tell Papa I tol’ you this bu’ if you want to be sneaky pu’ a lantern in his face.”

Your eyes widen but he continues playing like he didn’t just tell you something absolutely wild.

“Narancia that’s so….smart.”

“Yea, one of my friends tol’ me!”

“Was--Was it Mista?”

The bee shakes his head. “No someone else. He’s a ladybug”

What type of friends are you making?

“Papa’s gonna be mad after so it's only in--Like if you wanna sneak for food.”

“....You really like to honey huh?”

The bee nods trying to organize the various cloth scraps you had given him. Well he was organizing it but now he seems to be separating the ones he likes from the ones he doesn’t. He wanted to sew too but there was no way you were handing him your needles or scissors.

“Honey is good.”

You partially turn your attention back to your lace. “I agree.”

“….Can I eat now?”

“But you ate ice cream not that long ago...”

Narancia pouts and you give in immediately. You weren’t immune to it like Bruno was. Or perhaps he was just a little more strict than you.

You pick up and take the bee to the kitchen. Once you sit him down at the table, you go into the pantry to grab a jar of honey and pour enough for a quick snack into a small cup for Narancia.

The moment you put it in front of him, it takes a very short time before he manages to get it in his fur.

Oh no...

Once he finishes, you find small cloths and wet them with water so you can clean him up. While you try to get the sticky substance out his fur, you think about how all the jars of honey are put on shelves out of reach for Narancia. And the only way he could get to it is if he climbs. What he told you earlier starts to nip at the back of your thoughts until you can no longer ignore it.

“Narancia?”

He stops wiping his hands with the cloth you gave him and looks at you. “Huh?”

“Remember when you told me about sticking a lantern in Bruno’s face?”

He nods.

You finally manage to get out the honey he somehow got in the fur at the back of his neck and place the soiled cloth down. “Even though it’s pretty clever, you shouldn't listen to your friend. What if you get hurt while Bruno’s distracted?”

He looks a bit surprised by that. “...Oh. I didn’ think abou’ that.”

“That's fine, but you know better now right?”

The bee nods.

Once the bee and the dishes are cleaned up you head back into the main room to keep yourselves busy. By the time Bruno wakes up in the late afternoon, Narancia is trying to teach you a dance he made.

When he sees him, Narancia runs up to Bruno and the moth lifts him up into his arms.

“Papa can’t dance!” he suddenly exclaims.

Bruno seems so graceful in almost everything he does, so that’s a shock to you.

“Two left feet, huh?”

Bruno seems reluctant to answer but nods.

“Dont tell ____ all my flaws Narancia.”

The bee just giggles. “Okay Papa. Can we go outside?”

“This late?” you ask, a bit hesitant about the idea.

“Pleaseeeee?”

It wasn’t completely dark yet but it was most definitely freezing out there so you weren't exactly up for it. But you know you couldn't say no to the bee so you look at Bruno and expect him to say it for you but he nods instead.

“We could set up lanterns outside…”

Your brows furrow slightly. Maybe the moth wasn’t as strict as you thought.

Narancia smiles and begins squirming until Bruno puts him down.

“I can help pu’ the lanterns!” he exclaims and immediately runs out of the room.

You look at Bruno. “You don't expect me to go out there right?”

“It’ll be fun amore.” Bruno wraps his arms around you, “And I can keep you warm if it’s too much for you.”

You try to keep a stern face but end up grinning instead. “You’ve perhaps convinced me...”

Before Bruno can reply, Narancia runs back into the room with a lantern in hand but Bruno stops him from running outside.

“You need to dress up properly Narancia.”

“Oh right.”

Narnacia hands the lantern over to Bruno and he runs back out of the room. The moth then places the lantern down near the door.

“I’m going to go help him,” he say.s

“I’ll go get dressed too.”

You both leave the room--you to your shared room and Bruno to Narancia’s.

Even though you were still a little reluctant, you had to admit that you did have fun every time you went out with Narancia and Bruno.

You take your time layering up and make sure you're warm enough before finally heading outside.

There’s multiple lanterns placed around, lighting the surrounding area in a white glow, and Bruno and Narancia are already playing in the snow together.

You stand a bit back not too keen on getting in on the chilly action just yet and walk around inspecting the various snowbugs instead. They were still standing strong and you hoped they would last the rest of Winter.

While you adjust the knitted, red hat on ‘Mista’ you're suddenly hit with harsh coldness in the middle of your back.

“Hey!”

You turn around and Narancia is stifling a laugh while Bruno stares at you “innocently”.

You silently crouch and gather some snow in your hands, shaping it into a sphere and shoot back up to throw it at the moth. Unfortunately, he manages to dodge. However, you're not letting him get away and quickly start making another. The moth is already launching another at you by the time you finish though and you lose your balance and land on your ass.

Narancia looks hesitantly between the two of you before running in your direction.

“I’ll help you ____!” he exclaims.

“You’re turning my son against me mio amor? Very rude.”

You smirk, “You’re the one who started it!”

The three of you fight a very intense snowball battle, and you even manage to get your mate in the face. But you can't blame him for not being able to dodge that when it was one against two.

“Okay, I surrender.” The moth raises a pair of his hands in the air.

You make sure he doesn't have any snowballs in the other pair before telling Narancia to stand down.

“Whew! I thought you’d never give up,” you say

“I usually wouldn't but I know how persistent you are. And fighting off two insects is harder than I make it look.”

Narancia walks up to Bruno, reaching out so he’ll pick him up.

“Sorry Papa for turning against you bu’ ____ wouldn’ stand a chance alone!”

You almost feel insulted. Almost.

You watch the bee press his face into Bruno’s neck fur to try to warm up, and you have to keep yourself from verbally cooing.

“Had fun?” Bruno asks.

“Yes. Now I’m hungry.” The words come out muffled through Bruno’s fur.

“Okay, let's go inside ____ and warm up.

The moth immediately takes the bee to his room, and you head into the kitchen. All that movement made you thirsty and one drink wouldn't hurt.

You look at the jar you pulled out of the pantry and instead of pouring it into a cup you down it all straight from the jar.

Just one drink.

“What are you doing?”

The jar almost goes flying out of your hands. You didn’t expect the moth to be done with Narancia that quickly.

“I--I’ve been caught.”

Bruno shakes his head at you. “How do you get through Winter when you drink like that?”

“Depends. I usually start off pretty strong, but sometimes I have to go to Abby for food once Winter starts to wrap up and the flowers haven’t woken up yet.”

Bruno’s lips twitch into a smile.

“Come on, it's not that funny.”

You sigh and lean against him and he immediately wraps his arms around you. He had changed and was down to the usual off white sweater but he still felt warmer compared to you.

The both of you stand there for a moment silently enjoying each other's company. But eventually Narancia wanders in. His hair sticks up even more wildly from changing out of his Winter attire.

“Papa you said you were gettin me honey…”

“Right. I’ll get it now.”

You frown slightly when the moth pulls away from you, taking his warmth with him, to go get Narancia’s food from the pantry.

Feeding Narancia is as messy as usual and you watch amused as Bruno tries to keep him from getting it in either his or the moth’s hair or fur. Fortunately, as Narancia eats he becomes less energetic. And by the time he finishes, he looks like he's going to fall asleep in his seat. Bruno cleans his son's face and picks him up.

“I’m going to put him to bed,” he says to you.

”I’m not tired…” Narancia sighs.

Bruno rubs the bee’s back as he leaves the kitchen. “Sure.”

You also decide to head to bed since you were quite exhausted too. Once you enter Bruno’s room you change out of everything except one extra layer on. The snow had chilled you and you and you didn't want to remove too much.

You then lay down in the middle of the bed on your stomach. You're there alone for a while and you're pretty sure you hear the front door open multiple times before Bruno comes into the room.

You hear him getting ready for bed and then the side of the bed dips.

“____ move over.”

“Nah.”

A moment passes and then weight settles on top of you.

“Okay good night mio amor.”

At first you find it quite comforting but then quickly realize that you can’t move easily like this and that Bruno wasn’t planning on moving until you told him to.

“Wait, wait, get off of me, I'll move.”

“Nah.”

“I’m sorry I was kidding!”

Bruno chuckles close to your ear and you feel your face and neck warm up before he gets up. You purse your lips at him but end up laughing and move so he can have more room.

“I’m sure you could have found space on this big bed even if I was in the middle,” you say.

The moth settles down next to you. “Yes because I want to sleep in a weird position.”

You immediately cuddle up to him seeking out his usual warmth, before pressing a kiss to his cheek and softly smiles.

“Hey...” you say.

“Hmm?”

“Your breath smells like honey.”

#bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno x reader #jjba x reader #reader insert #my writing

[mistaeq]

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broooo, i feel that... how is one supposed to choose who to simp for, you're right, my bad. i didn't mean to put y'all in such a situation... we're all licensed simps :")

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Blue Guitar | Chapter 1: Feast Your Eyes

Series Summary: Leone Abbacchio's trying his best to get his shit together for Narancia. But when Narancia ends up inviting him to a concert he's playing for, Leone ends up under the sheets of the popstar, Bruno Buccellati. It turns out dating a popstar has complications. Especially when a certain someone named Diavolo has tricks up his sleeves.

Chapter 1 Summary: Leone Abbacchio gets invited to Bruno Buccellati’s concert by Narancia and he steals a pack of oranges from Giorno.

Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Pairing: Leone Abbacchio x Bruno Buccellati

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“You should go! You’re always at home.” Narancia remarked as he pressed down on the buttons of his Playstation controller, eyes trained on the television screen before him as he raced his F-Mega car against a computer opponent.

Grumbling, Leone flipped the pancake he was cooking on the stove for them, satisfied (and proud of himself) when the pancake was a good, golden brown color. “I like staying at home.”

Leone Abbacchio once worked as a policeman. Ever since he was charged for being a dirty cop for accepting bribery and letting his partner die in a stakeout, his life has gone downhill. It seemed that the only thing able to numb his pain was alcohol.

Narancia rolled his eyes, “Ugh, you’re such an old man.”

Narancia Ghirga was the only driving force that kept Leone from going crazy. When he had taken Narancia in, he was determined to get his act straight for the teenager. Narancia was a teenage runaway he met when he was drinking his ass off at the pub.

--

The raven-haired teen was strumming his guitar two seats away from Leone at the minibar when a random dude yelled at the teen to stop playing the guitar.

At first, Leone just minded his own business- with no intentions to get involved. But when he heard the thud of the guitar fall down to the floor, he looked in the teenager's direction. His eyes widened when he saw the boy's head whipping to the side when this guy had punched him.

Enraged, Leone had stood up from his stool and with no remorse, landed a swift punch to the offender.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Leone grunted, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

He was still definitely drunk.

Before he knew it, he had gotten himself into a brawl that the manager had broken apart. Resulting in being kicked out of the pub with a bruised eye and an aching torso.

"You didn't have to do that you know."

The man turned to see the teenager he had taken multiple hits for. He was looking down at the stone pavement, as he fiddled with his hands.

"A thank you would have sufficed. Got my ass kicked thanks to you." Leone rolled his eyes, wincing as he tried to straighten his posture, only to crouch and aid his stricken stomach.

The teen furrowed his brows, "I didn't even ask for your help. You could have just let them and you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Leone clicked his tongue, "Yeah, well, guys like him are scums anyway. Picking on a kid." His stomach hurt badly, and the hospital was miles away from where they were now. Maybe he could just sleep it off, Leone thought. It’s probably not that bad.

The teen raised his head to look at Leone with furrowed brows and a frown on his lip, "I'm not a kid."

"Just go home already. Your parents are probably worried sick," Gruffed Leone, taking slow strides as he began the route back to his apartment.

"Tch. Padre doesn't care, he doesn't even bother looking for me. I ran away from home." The teenager had started walking along with him, his purple eyes glinting under the moonlight as the took each step. “I’m Narancia, by the way.”

“Leone Abbacchio,” The adult replied, turning his head at Narancia.

The boy seemed lonely, to be honest. If he did run away from home, then it’s most likely he’s got nowhere to stay. Leone contemplated if he should look for a place for Narancia to stay, seeing as sleeping in the streets wouldn’t suffice.

“Have you got any relatives you could stay with?” Asked Leone, swiping his bangs away from his face as the apartment complex had started come to view.

Narancia shook his head, “Nope. Nobody.”

Leone sighed, his heart overcoming his mind, “You can stay at mine for the time being.” He missed the way that Narancia raised his head and looked at the adult beside him with hope in his eyes.

That was two years ago when Narancia was fifteen. At first, Leone wasn’t fond of the idea of having another mouth to feed when he can barely sustain himself. But it just seemed that his sympathy broke through his walls and let the teenager live with him. Even so, Leone would never admit it, but he was damn glad he picked up Narancia that night.

--

Leone scoffed, “ Sta 'zitto, I’m too busy trying to find a new job to go to a concert.” He switched the stove off and placed the two plates with a stack of pancakes on the small dining table right by the kitchen.

When the teen heard the clink of plates against the wooden table, he paused his game, removing the headphones that sat on his ears and headed to the dining table where Leone was drizzling maple syrup over his meal.

“You’ll get to see me play my guitar upstage and you even get a VIP pass for backstage.” Narancia grinned as he sat down on a seat, inhaling the scent of the freshly cooked pancake presented before him.

Leone handed the teen the bottle of maple syrup, “I’ve seen you play your guitar hundreds of times.”

Narancia pointed his fork at him, his head leaning against the palm on his hand as it rested on the surface. “That’s different. This time I’m playing it in front of hundreds of people. It’s my first gig, Abba.”

The long-haired man hummed, “And I’m proud of you, definitely. But do you really want this old man spoiling your fun?”

Narancia rolled his eyes, stuffing his mouth with pancakes. “You’re not gonna be spoiling my fun, besides, I want you to meet Buccellati and the band.”

Leone sighed- this kid is relentless- “Don’t speak when your mouth is full. The band? Band of troublemakers you mean?”

“The good kind of troublemakers, Abbacchio.” Narancia smirked, “Come on! Please? Pretty please?” Then he turned to the grown-up with a smile. The kind of smile that a child makes when they want something. That cute, irresistible, innocent smile that Narancia had mastered which makes it hard for Leone to say NO to.

Leone clicked his tongue.

“Okay, I’ll clean Blues’ litter box and feed her for one whole week.” Narancia compromised, eyes beaming at the adult.

Leone hummed, squinting his eyes as he pursed his lips in thought. “Two weeks.” He countered.

“Deal!” Narancia grinned, taking another bite of his pancake as he internally cheered for himself.

Chuckling, Leone gulped down a glass of orange juice as he watched Narancia eat his pancakes happily. Although he would much rather stay at home, he can’t lie that he’s excited to see Naranicia play upstage. Leone remembered the day the teenager had been so excited when he announced that he landed a job as an acoustic guitarist in Bruno Buccellati’s band.

Suddenly, the two hear a loud meow. They whip their heads to the source and see the black-furred feline, Moody Blues. Her bright blue eyes staring at the two adults as she climbed down from the window sill and approached the dining table.

“Well look who’s back from her nightly adventures.” Leone commented.

Moody Blues hopped onto Leone’s lap and purred. The cat rubs her head on Leone’s chest and releases another meow.

Narancia had been coming home from school once when he heard tiny cries coming from the alleyway he passed on the route home. Curiously, the teen approached the source of the sound and found a cardboard box just resting beside a trash bin. And when he looked in, he saw a frail kitten, crying for something-- most probably her mama or maybe some food.

The kitten reminded him of himself before Leone had generously taken him in. So without a second thought, he carried the box home. Of course, Leone was surprised to see Narancia come through the door with a kitten, telling the teen that they weren’t capable of taking care of a pet.

"Please Abba? I promise to take good care of her!" Narancia had begged him with tear-filled eyes.

And since Leone hated seeing Narancia cry, Leone sighed and eventually gave in. Eventually working out ways on how they’d take care of the kitten.

It really should be a crime of how persuasive Narancia was.

It had been two years since then, the cat which Leone named Moody Blues was purring on his lap.

“She’s practically gone all the time. Wonder what she’s doing out on the streets.” Narancia mentioned, finished up the last of his pancakes.

Leone scratched the back of the feline’s ears, “At least she comes back home. Oh, and your two weeks begin now.”

Narancia groaned but stood up nonetheless, heading to the cupboard where they kept the cat food. He opened up the bag and poured a good amount onto the dark purple food bowl with a silver “Moody Blues” printed on. After that, he placed the food bowl down on the floor and called on Moody Blues.

“Here you go, girl,” Narancia called.

The cat hopped down from Leone’s lap and crawled towards Narancia. She released a meow as she rubbed herself on the legs of the teen, purring thankfully for the meal he’s given her.

“Right, what time is this concert?” Leone questioned as he got up and collected the plates and glasses to wash them up in the sink.

“Well we should be there at 7:30 PM since the band and I need some last-minute rehearses. Buccellati is also treating us to dinner,” Narancia said, “But the concert starts at 9.”

“I don’t even know who this Buccellati is,” Leone remarked as he started up washing the dishes.

Narancia had gone back to his game, determined to win against the F-Mega computer opponent. “You’re always listening to Monteverdi, you hardly get to listen to new songs.”

Leone rolled his purple-yellow eyes, “I didn’t know we were questioning my music tastes.”

"Seriously though, you should start listening to Buccellati. He's got great songs."

"I'll consider it." Were Leone's last words before the rest of the morning was met in silence.

It was now 7 in the morning, Leone was just getting ready to go to the grocery store. After Leone had finished up in the bathroom, he called Narancia from the living room who- to no surprise- was still glued to his gaming console and told him to get ready for school.

In his defense, it was way too early to play video games.

The man stood in front of his dresser, brushing down his mane of pale hair. When he first applied to the police force, his hair was trimmed in a crew cut. But since he wasn’t a cop anymore and months have passed, his hair progressed to grow quite quickly. Before he knew it, it went past his shoulder. He found himself liking his long hair so he opted to keep it.

"Abba, can you get those oranges that you always bring home from the store?" He heard Narancia's voice from the open crevice of his bedroom door.

"Of course I can,” Leone had tied a black elastic around his bunched up hair, pulling the mane into a ponytail before he grabs his wallet and exits his bedroom. “Make sure you lock up, okay? And don’t forget your textbooks this time.” He heads to grab his house keys before adorning himself in a black coat.

“Yeah, got them all packed.” Narancia held up his back-pack with a grin. “See ya later, alligator!”

“After a while, crocodile.”

Leone had found himself walking down the aisle of the grocery store, scanning at the different varieties of fruit displayed in front of him. He’s got a shopping cart grasped in his left hand while the other was buried in his coat pocket. He was looking for the oranges that Narancia loved. Once, Leone had brought home said oranges, and ever since, Narancia had become addicted to the fruit.

“It’s got a different kind of sweetness to it,” Narancia had told him when he asked why it became his favorite.

His eyes trailed over the citrus section when his eyes beamed at the packet of the oranges he was looking for. It was the last of the stock as well. As he went to grab the pack, another hand had seized the item. Dismayed, he went to look at the person who grabbed his oranges and they landed on a young, blonde-headed fellow.

“No, signore. Bruno’s supposed to have an interview tomorrow. He won’t be available until then,” The blonde spoke into the receiver of the phone he was holding.

Leone furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, “Excuse me, I was going to get those-”

But before he could continue speaking, the blonde male raised a finger as if to silence him, conversing with the person he was talking to on the phone. Leone thought the guy looked ridiculous with three large, round curls sat above his forehead as the rest of his hair was braided behind him. He also looked young.

Leone rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“ Si, thank you for understanding. Ciao, ” The blonde spoke into the phone and ended the call.

“I got those oranges first,” Leone spoke up, glaring at him.

The kid before him removed the sunglasses he was wearing and set his gaze at Leone. “Is that so? They wouldn’t be in my hand if you got them first.” He raised a brow and gestured to the pack of oranges gripped in his hand.

“I was going to grab them but then you-”

“I don’t have time for your complaints, I’m a busy man and my time is short. Just wait for the next stock,”

Leone fumed, lips curled into a snarl. The blonde was about to walk away but then Leone had pulled him back harshly with a tight grip. “Listen here, brat. I got here first, those oranges are mine.”

The lengths he would go through just to please a troublesome kid at home.

The blonde scoffed, “They’re literally just oranges, get another pack. Now let go of me, please.” He tugged on his arm, trying to free himself from this man’s grip on his arm.

“There’s isn’t another pack because that’s the last one,” Leone growled, “I got here first, now hand them over.” Leone wasn’t one to pick up random fights in the grocery store t get the last pack of oranges. However, in this case, he’s definitely not gonna let some donut-headed blonde take the oranges (That he set his eyes on first) that Narancia had generously asked him to buy.

“Please, let go of me or I’ll call security,” The male calmly replied.

“Shut up, I have a kid at home who wants these oranges. I’ll let go once you hand me the oranges,” Leone was holding himself back from punching this kid.

“ Signore, I grabbed the oranges first. Therefore they’re mine.”

Leone poked the kid’s chest, glaringly. If you could squint, you’d probably see the steam fuming from Leone’s ears from how frustrated he was. “ Bastardo, I have seniority here so what I say goes. Are you still going to decline?”

The blonde peered at Leone, and with one motion, he swats at Leone’s hand that has been poking his chest. He glared back at Leone with glinting green eyes. “I’m afraid things will get ugly if you keep going, signore. Trust me, you don’t know what I’m capable of.” He taunted, tilting his head menacingly as if to threaten Leone.

Gritting his teeth, Leone opened his mouth to speak but he was interrupted by another voice joining their conversation.

“Is there a problem, Giorno?”

The two heads turned to see another male. One clad in exquisite clothing with a stylish fedora that sat on his head and adorned white-framed sunglasses. “We’re meant to be at our destination in five minutes,”

Leone found himself staring at the man. There’s something about him that he can’t put his finger on. He finds himself yearning to see the face behind the shades.

“Apologies, Bruno. This man keeps insisting that I stole his oranges,” Said Giorno, moving away from Leone to approach this man called Bruno, the pack of oranges still in his hand.

Leone frowned, “That’s because you did,” He argued, still set on going home with the said oranges.

“All this ruckus for a pack of oranges, boss?” Bruno hummed at Giorno who rolled his eyes.

“I really did get them first,” Giorno claimed.

A huff leaves Leone’s mouth, “I had my eyes on them first.”

Giorno rolled his eyes once more, “Sure, whatever you say. We’re in a hurry, can we please get this over with?”

“I’m not letting you leave with those,” Leone pointed to the pack of oranges in Giorno’s hand.

“I just wanna get them for my kid,”

Wow, Leone could not believe that he’s started to call Narancia his kid. Oh boy, that kid is certainly gonna be the death of him eventually.

Bruno nudges Giorno at his side, “The guy’s got a kid. We can get oranges at another store,”

Giorno raises an offending brow to the man beside him, “ You asked for the oranges, Bruno. I’m only doing what you asked me to do.”

Bruno lets out a sigh, “As I said, we can get oranges at another store. We’re running out of time as well, I still have do warm-ups before tonight.”

Reluctantly, Giorno shakes his head and tosses the pack of oranges to Leone’s direction.

Fucking finally, Leone cheered in triumph.

“Thanks,” Leone mumbled, putting the pack of oranges to his shopping cart.

“Can we go now?” Giorno impatiently asked Bruno who was eyeing Leone scrutinizingly.

With a quirk at the corner of his mouth, he tipped his head to Leone. “Sorry for the trouble, bello,” He slid the shades down the bridge of his nose to get a better look at Leone.

Leone’s cheeks flushed red at the comment, much to Bruno’s delight. He stared back at the striking blue eyes that seemed to see through his soul.

“We’ll get going now,” Bruno smirked at him, putting the shades back in place- unfortunately (For Leone) covering the beautiful eyes he had- before turning to Giorno and nodding at the direction at the exit.

With one last glance, Bruno looked Leone up and down before walking away with Giorno by his side. Then, Leone released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His fist was clenched tightly, but it wasn’t out of anger, it was more of due to the pile of shudders crawling up his spine. Admittedly, Bruno had managed to charm him. To the point where a small flicker of hope that Leone would see him again, especially without that brat Giorno.

Leone released a puff of breath, shaking his head and then heading to the counter to pay for those damn oranges.

< To Be Continued I \ I |

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