#secco x reader

[soupbabe]

Sorry for the worlds most niche ask but … poly Carne x Ciocolatta x male La Unita reader?

(I wanna throw Secco into the polycule pile as well but I’m worried that’s asking too much work for such a niche ask 😭 feel free to leave him out if you want)

Reader would obviously have to be someone with a) the ruthlessness to make it to La Unita and b) the unhinged-ness to be partly dating ciocolatta 😭😭 but tbf have you seen La Unita? No one on that roster is normal and well adjusted (not even Squalo and Tiz, they’re freaks too /affectionate)

Poly! Carne/Cioccolata/Secco x Male! La Unità Speciale! Reader

Dude you're so more than welcome to request niche stuff !! Carne n Cioccolata is like in the top 3 of the only JoJo ships I care about. Next to Esikars and Tomoko x Shinobu from part 4 😭

Warning: these are kinda all over the place??, tried to give each character a chance to shine but there might be some uneven coverage of characters, Cioccolata is his own brand of concern

- One word to describe the relationship: intense

- Everyone loves aggressively and frequently

- Hard to say if there's some kind of "balance" between the four of you. Even Carne, though silent, is just as clingy and touchy as Cioccolata and Secco

- Oh yeah btw you're never going to be left alone

- Even on missions, even if Doppio insists you go alone, they don't care. I really think these three men take Doppio or Diavolo's words as just a suggestion.

- Secco is the worst offender. His clinginess is overwhelming. He'll always insist that he holds your hand, your waist, any bit of skin he can get his hands on

- And he's just as determined that you give him the same attention. He'll always want you to pet him, to sing the same praises as Cioccolata, give him some special treatment w extra sugar cubes or kisses. Your attention is very addicting

- Cioccolata and Carne on the other hand? They're around you just to get a rise out of you

- Like I know Carne stepped closer to Mista just because he thought it was funny that it annoyed him

- They both love to scare and prod at you. Cioccolata does all the talking and teasing for the both of them, wheress Carne just likes to stare and hold you

- The unwavering eye contact could make anyone squirm and a low rumble erupts from his chest when Carne knows he's getting to you

- While it's fairly easy to fluster Secco and (kind of) Carne back, it's become a game between you and Cioccolata to see how you could make the surgeon blush

- He rolls his eyes when you act sweet, he laughs and plays along when you try to get intimate and tease him, you could show up at his door covered in blood and his face doesn't grow warm

- The secret? Join in on one of his tapes, he wants to see you revel in the adrenaline rush of murder.

- It's the action that gets blood rushing to his cheeks, it's the fact that he's sharing the experience with you and Secco. No secret that the doctor has a twisted sense of joy and romance, he loves taping the "dates" he has with you because of this

- It's like a lil scrapbook, y'know? Fond memories with you and Secco <3

- Sometimes Carne joins in on the fun, but he's rather camera shy, so he's the director. While you three are making out sloppy style, his hand is in the corner frame giving a small thumbs up.

- You four are only considered "cute" by Tiziano and Squalo, but you all really are happier than what any outsider can assume

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #cioccolata jjba #carne jjba #secco jjba #Cioccolata x reader #carne x reader #secco x reader #golden wind #jjba golden wind #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Golden Wind

[conellu]

Hold Me Close

When it comes to a very select few characters from Golden Wind would you comfort them, would they comfort you, or would you both comfort each other? Very self indulgent, ooc warning because of that.

All very short, might do fics for them at some point.

Includes:

-Secco/Reader (with slight Cioccolata/Reader)

-Doppio/Reader

-Abbacchio/Reader

Posted on my AO3 as well

You Comfort Him - Secco

-It’s no surprise that he is poor at comforting you

-That duty often goes to Cioccolata if you’re doing bad enough

-Secco also rarely requires comfort from either of you, but when he does need comfort he goes to you first

-Words are rarely exchanged, you both typically curl up on your shared bed and you spoon him

-You both never fail to fall asleep during these rare sessions

-Cioccolata, if he’s had a good day, will cover your sleeping bodies with a spare blanket

He Comforts You - Doppio

-Doppio is VERY good at reading you

-It’s sometimes eerie to be honest

-He never asks you how you’re doing though unless you seem really bad off

-He has had to leave your shared bed before to find you

-He’s high up in the mafia, he sometimes fears that you are missing from the bed because someone sought retribution for a wrong doing

-You’re always on the couch though, blanket around your shoulders, eyes glazed over watching some show on TV

-He peppers soft kisses against your cheeks and offers a few pet names

-Doesn’t press you to tell him what kept you up

-You usually end up telling him

-Sometimes you fall asleep on the couch with him, sometimes you both go back to bed

-Either way you have your head against his chest, hearing the soft sounds of his heartbeat while he strokes your hair

-He stays in bed with you longer in the mornings

You Comfort Each Other - Abbacchio

-You both would rather keel over than tell anyone, even each other, if something is bothering you before it’s really bad

-You’re more likely to crack than he is though

-Alcohol is usually involved when you both pour your heart’s out to each other

-Sometimes Bruno is present, but that’s rare

-After venting to each other, you usually are in tears

-Abbacchio is much better comforting you when he’s drunk than he is when he’s sober

-You are more likely to be able to comfort him when he’s drunk

-Comforting him when he’s sober almost never happens

-It’s not that he doesn’t trust that he let his guard down and allow you to comfort him

-He just ends up in a worse state of self hatred, seeing you fret over him as though he actually deserved it

-When all is said and done, you are both in your bed

-You’re playing with his hair while he strokes your face gently

#x reader #jjba x reader #secco x reader #vinegar doppio x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #doppio x reader #abbacchio x reader #blehhhhhhhh should have left it in my drafts longer but meh

[i-am-a-fraud]

Obsessed

Cioccolata x reader x secco

Back at it again with being the worst writer known to man

Nsfw 🔞 kinda not really it's Cioccolata. We are talking about

Not really edited much. DADDY WILL DEAL WITH THAT LATER (ha!)

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These two are going to ruin your life

Secco will record you in your own home and process the film into hard drives and give them out to your family, friends, and Coworkers

Cioccolata will collect things you leave behind. (Hair clips, strands of hair, spit, gasses you drank from, silverware you used, anything)

After awhile they will get bored of ruining your life and want you in there lives

What where they to do there love wouldn't notice them or there love was just too stupid to notice them

Either way they are going to dumb you down.

Cioccolata watches you sleep your eyes drive him crazy especially when your scared, but he doesn't care it only turns him on more.

Cioccolata let's secco be with you but you are his and his only he only let's secco mess around with you for his own pleasure.

And if you are obsessive over them and just as crazy they only love you even more and may let you partake in "experiments"

I am going to go into reader being obsessed with them

You heard about a what they had done in the newspapers

In a way you idolized the duo.

You exspress to your freinds your fantasies with the two men yet they don't understand

Not long after that you kept those thoughts to youself.

It is sad really why don't they understand that you where made for them and they where made for you

You could live happily! Every night you dream of the life you could have with them when your alarm clock rings your practically in denial

And so with that said you set out to find the two men you had fallen for.

It will be difficult but if you happen to find them and take pictures with your Polaroid it will be heaven.

It is shameful hiding from your lovers but worth the wait when they catch onto you.

Before you know it you will be tied to an operating table.

If you some how manage to convince them your not with the press you will have the opportunity to become there little pet

Not quite what you would exspect but it's something good enough for you.

If you show to be as ruthless and as brutal as them they might just fall for you

#giogio #golden wind #jodio joestar #jojo golden wind #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo part 4 #jojo pt 5 #abbachio x reader #jjba art #cioccolata #cioccolata x reader #secco x reader #seccolata #secco jojo #secco

[takiisieju]

Hi! I wanted to enter for the JJBA game but also wanted to say I love your original work :] I hope you’re having a lovely day!

YOU:

Height: below average

Appearance: conventionally attractive, usually well kept

Personality: constantly curious/asking questions, rarely speaking, and creative

Red flag: I need lots of alone time and can sometimes come off as detached.

What is love to you?: love is being present for each other, acting for each other and communicating, not necessarily just affection

Other: I have too many hobbies/interests like soap making, mycology, art, animal keeping, instruments, etc.

YOUR VALENTINE:

Preferred gender: male

Polyamorous relationship: acceptable

Preferred height: any!

Preferred appearance: any :) I love men

Red flag: someone who wouldn’t be willing to learn about new experiences. Also someone who would only paint their house beiges </3

Characters you absolutely don't want: no minors please!

Hello, dear!

Thank you for the kind words! Now, to business!

This year, your Valentines are... Cioccolata and Secco! Now, they have some issues, but they are quite good partners, actually. Cioccolata is doting and passionate, he'd be insanely happy to have a significant other who's creative, curious and has many interests (but especially appreciative of your interest in mycology). Secco likes to always be close to the people he loves and for them to be close to him. It's actually hard to find people who'd be more open-minded and have better communication skills. And no beiges in that house. Only clown portraits and colour theory floor tiles.

(Obviously, I read Secco's outburst at Cioccolata as heavy denial)

I hope you are pleased with the result!

Love,

Dr. True Love

The rules of the Valentine’s game

#valentine's day #takii's valentine's game #cioccolata #secco #seccolata #jjba #cioccolata x reader #secco x reader #seccolata x reader #fanart #digital sketch #jjba vento aureo #jojo's bizzare adventure #original art

[piiwi]

where is my secco x reader where the reader is in place of cioccolata

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #secco x reader

[nicherayyy]

hii so I’m a little shy with requests but could you do a team bucciarati or la unita (your pick) x child!reader who basically has a super powerful stand but they are completely oblivious to it? Like I could imagine them trying to inform reader and readers just like “I like flowers and ice cream : )”

Okay but this is such a great idea-

La Unita x Oblivious Child Reader

Okay, how did this happen??

The main reason, they took you in because of your stand

It's not every day you meet someone with THAT MUCH potential

Plus your powers were supposed to help the boss himself

So yeah, you were supposed to be quite useful

The problem is, you don't really care about any of this "ohmygod you have such a powerful stand" stuff

Nuh uh, not even a little

Understandable, you are a child after all

In your defence, whatever you like doing, it is much more interesting than all these serious meetings and trainings

Uh uh, yeah, what were you saying? I am a powerful individual and- OH MY GOD IS THAT A PUPPY??

Squalo and Tiziano are pretty chill about it

I mean, you're a child

Surely you'll be more interested in butterflies or cartoons more than that grown-up stuff

Do you even know what the mafia is?

Generally, they just want you to enjoy your childhood

Very supportive about your interests

You want to go out for icecream? Sure, we'll get the car stared

Oh, you want to play with legos? No more words needed. We'll get you a full cart of those

It's like they have a child of their own

Carne is not worried either

Also likes to spend time with you

Mostly he just listens to your bubbling about a cool bird you saw or what a good breakfast you had

Sometimes you reming him his younger self

Powers or not, not one dares to take away your childhood just because you got a stand you didn't even ask for

So.. Cioccolata and Secco..

They don't even interact with you

Cio is just busy doing his own stuff and Secco blindly follows him around

Maybe it's for the best

Ciocolatta is interested in that stand of yours tho

But for now, when you're not even fully aware what stand is, he's just keeping his distance

He doesn't need a child who follows him and Secco around just to talk about childlike stuff

But as I said, maybe it's for the best

The one who WANTS you to develop your powers is Diavolo, of course

If Doppio is still somehow bearable, Diavolo is obsessed with the idea that you'll be a great addition to La Unita

"That is why you need to improve your stand, to be the greatest-"

"I saw a cute kitten today"

It's driving him insane at some point

How can you not want to be the best??

You don't want to beat all your enemies??

But it's not like you even have enemies

You try to keep distance with him

Good for you honestly

Overall, it is chaotic sometimes

But if you just gonna hang out with Squalo or Tiz.. or Carne it's gonna be fine

They're really good parental figures for you too

Such a nice bonus

#jjba x reader #jojo bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba 5 #la squadra x reader #la unita speciale #la unita x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba platonic #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #diavolo x reader #jjba golden wind #doppio x reader #carne jojo #cioccolata and secco #cioccolata x reader #squalo x tiziano #squalo jojo #tiziano jjba #jojo no kimyo na boken kin #jojo no kimyō na bōken #child reader

[kimbap-r0ll]

May I request some headcanons on Unità Speciale from JoJo’s about how they would act around their crush? (I think Squalo and Tiziano would go together since I’m pretty sure they’re a couple-)

Hi! Omg another JoJo ask! I really love these asks so plz send them over! As for Squalo and Tiziano, I think honestly they are a couple as well (in my canon they are) so I’ll be grouping them ^^. I’ll probably group Secco and Cioccolata together too since they work as a duo (and could be seen as a couple but I’ll let readers decide)

How Unita Speciale acts around a crush

Squalo + Tiziano

Honestly I think Tiziano would be hard to read, but Squalo would be pretty easy. Like he would have a little bit of a stutter when he talks to his crush or like he’ll be blushing when they get close or smile in his direction. Tiziano might give them a pleasant smile or be softer around them. Even if the crush doesn’t see Squalo’s crush, Tiziano will catch on and so will Squalo to Tiziano.

The two of them will likely have a bit of a talk, just on whether or not they should also have the crush part of the duo and let the relationship become a trio. Likely chance is that they’ll be fine with it, and from then on they’ll likely be flirty towards the crush.

Tiziano is a bit more suave with the flirtation. He’s definitely not afraid to be a bit touchy with it, but he’ll just like watching them become a flustered mess. That doesn’t mean Squalo’s not flirtatious, he’s probably just as good. He’s a bit of a tease like Tiziano is, but it might be a bit more on the rough end (ie playfully pushing the crush around or like jump-scaring them with a surprise hug from behind). Either way expect the crush to get some physical affection along with very suave words.

The confession will come from them both, probably asking the crush to meet with them in a more private setting. It might be a side of a bar or a quiet area of town. The two of them will just explain it to the crush with simple words, nothing too long and nothing too short. If the crush agrees to date, expect a more in-your-face reaction from Squalo while Tiziano is a bit more calm (still has that amazing smile ofc)

Overall I think it would be a coordinated act. Before then the crush will just notice the two hanging around them more often or going on jobs/missions more with them. The two will also be a lot nicer to the crush than when they first met (I feel like they wouldn’t be as friendly tbh to other members of Passione unless they were close).

Cioccolata + Secco

Oh man. First of all to whoever became their crush I’m sorry. But on the other hand, hey it might be a cool experience? Or maybe the person like them, either way the crush will not know they had a crush until they say it, mostly because they’ll just be around them and the crush might think “oh no am I just on their good side or am I going to become a lab rat”

I think Secco would be easier to read. He will be, well, himself and might smother the crush a bit (I imagine he would be sort of like how cat’s brush up against people’s legs) but the crush might just think Secco’s interested in them like in a friendly way. Secco might talk to them more too, like actual interactions. Similar with Cioccolata he might talk to the crush more often but he’s good at hiding the attraction. If the crush compliments him, he’ll just thank them, but the crush might notice him being a bit more giddy than usual

I also feel like Cioccolata and Secco don’t do pick up lines or flirty words. For example, they probably have a weird sense of affection that isn’t really understood by common people, so depending on the crush the words will make them blush or drain the happiness out of their day haha. They’ll be more like gift-giving because it’s a bit simpler for the two parties.

The two might talk about it but Cioccolata might make the ultimate decision. The next step is on whether or not the crush ends up like Secco or if the crush goes through with the relationship without becoming a potential lab rat. The crush might feel like they need to agree, but the two might be a bit flexible if it comes to a rejection. They’ll just be more distant

Overall I think if the crush has good chemistry with this medical duo they’ll be fine. Hell they might be a force in Unita Speciale if their stand and their teamwork is super good with Cioccolata and Secco. The relationship might be more or less normal but it could also just be more destruction (it’s for you to decide)

Carne

He’s quiet, not very talkative and rarely shows emotions outside of his stand. However, when he has a crush it might be easier to read him because he gets flustered more

For example, if the crush worked with him for a while they might notice he’s a bit more shy than usual or that he’s a bit flustered when they compliment him. He’s less 😶 than usual like more 😳. He’s more of a gift-giver too since he doesn’t feel that good with words

I think it would take a long time for him to confess to his crush, like practice in front of a mirror or write it out. He’s probably dated once or twice, but he doesn’t really remember much about how they started so it feels like he has to start from scratch. He will NOT let anyone know about his crush though, in case their life gets threatened (if they are a civilian) or it gets awkward as a team (if they are part of the team).

His confession might be a bit awkward, it’s in a secluded place and his voice is fairly quiet. It’s kinda cute though coming from someone who works with one of Italy’s strongest mafias. If the crush agrees he’ll be delighted, honestly might just ask if they wanted to hang out for a bit longer. If the crush says no, then he’ll try to be a bit nonchalant about it but he’ll likely cut ties with them because it makes him think about his confession more.

Either way, he’s sort of like what I imagine Pesci would be like except he doesn’t have a “fratello” to help him or hype him up haha. He’ll be nice as a boyfriend, but he’ll be busy once Bruno’s gang decides to go against Diavolo

Doppio

Honestly he might be in denial for a bit that he has a crush on someone. He thinks it’s silly, maybe he’s seen too many tv shows or didn’t keep himself busy that he had time to dream. However, he’ll come around and just agree to himself that yeah maybe he has a crush

Diavolo might get in the way of Doppio trying to pick the crush up or like hanging out with them because Diavolo had a relationship before and he wants to keep anonymity, but Diavolo might stop if Doppio convinces him. The two don’t really have the exact same goals in terms of getting to know people

Doppio is always a more cheerful guy, he’s definitely going to be sweet to his crush. He’s friendly, takes them out to places, and genuinely spends time getting to know them. I feel like though he does blush from time to time, the crush might never see him flustered. He seems like the type to know how to hide emotions when he needs to, and this might be one of the cases. However, the crush will know Doppio’s at least enjoying their company

When it comes to the confession, he might be a bit more of a stuttering mess. He’s a bit shy with his words, likely does it outside in a less crowded area (like a seashore or a park) and just thinks of his words on the spot. He hopes the Boss won’t call him during this important moment as he waits for his crush to give him an answer. If that answer is yes, then he’ll be super happy and might give them a hug immediately after haha. If not, he’ll give an awkward laugh and say it’s no worry, the two could still be friends. Depending on if the crush is a civilian or not, they may see Doppio less

Overall I think he would be more of a daydreamer, sort of imagining what his life could be like with this crush and the things that romance brings in life. He might’ve talked to Diavolo about his crush too, but Diavolo likely shut him up and told him to focus on his work before rambling about the crush. Doppio’s a sweet guy ^^

#jjba #jjba part 5 #jjba vento auero #vento aureo x reader #unita speciale #jjba squalo x reader #jjba tiziano x reader #jjba cioccolata x reader #jjba secco x reader #jjba carne x reader #jjba doppio x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader

[catb0y-ch0so]

Draw Secco

Heres ur dog

#jjba secco #wbzanonasks #wbzart #jjba #part 5 jojo #part 5 vento aureo #jjba part 5 #part 5 golden wind #secco jojo #golden wind #cioccolata and secco #why the fuck is there a “secco x reader” fucking tag #im scared to look at that actually #jfc #:fear:

[soupbabe]

hiiii

i see your requests say open, but if they aren’t you can ignore this!

may i request secco and cioccolata x reader fluffy headcanons of them giving cuddles and kisses tyyyy :)))) <3

Poly! Secco and Cioccolata x Reader Cuddles + Kisses Headcanons

I promise y'all that my requests are open I'm just bad about posting them /lh Also!! First time writing for these two, I hope I do them justice <3

- If you want cuddles and kisses you're getting a lot of em !!

- Both men are extremely affectionate !! It's hard for them to get free time due to their jobs, so they make any ounce of time with you worth it

- Once Secco sees you, he's immediately jumping on you and rubbing his head against yours

- like a weird dog cat boy thing

- He's also a big fan of cheek kisses!!! It's very easy for him to be overwhelming with it

- Cioccolata prefers standing by to watch his boyfriend's dramatic pda tbh

- It's rare for the doctor's heart to skip a beat, but seeing Secco practically maul you with kindness does it for him

- It's a very simple warmth that ignites within him, y'know?

- Secco and Cioccolata are very much "same thing, different font" kind of lovers

- Because while Secco prefers a lot of touch and repetitive affection, Cioccolata knows how to sweep you off your feet with little to no action

- He's surprisingly pretty suave: knowing the perfect way to cradle your face, the right tone to butter you up, and how to kiss you in a way that'll leave your face on fire

- I will say he is a bit mean when he does it, always flashing a wicked smile as he teases you

- Secco sometimes joins in on the teasing too

- Like Cioccolata would go "I wish you could've seen that look on your face" and then Secco would pull up with receipts

- But he can be soft, especially when y'all are tired and just want to hold each other

- Cuddling is intentionally chaotic I think

- While Cioccolata is a die hard big spoon, Secco prefers just to pile onto you and him

- And when Secco sleeps he moves around

- So while you fell asleep with Cioccolata holding you, you woke up with Secco in your arms

- At least one of you will be kicked off the bed

- Secco always feels bad and it always warrants a pity sugar cube

- Even if Cioccolata was strict on the "no sugar cubes" rule whenever it happens </3

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #golden wind #golden wind x reader #la unite speciale #la unite speciale x reader #Cioccolata x Reader #jjba secco #jjba Cioccolata #secco x reader

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

How would Risotto Narancia Giorno and Secco use their stands to try and woo another stand user? I feel like Risotto would leave little metal figures in the shape of flowers or animals to try and win praise

It’s rather interesting what can be considered “wooing” from each stand user. Risotto likely uses Metallica methodically, and you can have derangement like Secco. Mix of a small scenario and a Headcanon or two. Got a personal Headcanon Risotto knows how to play guitar so don’t mind me

Yandere! Risotto Nero

It’s three in the morning, pitch black, and you’re awoken by the soft sound of a guitar being strummed right outside your closed door. It’s a Metallica song of all things (something like My Friend of Misery). You’re mildly terrified and you realize you left your phone outside of your room (or the landline is in another part of the apartment/house).

At first you lie there, realizing it’s sort of comforting to hear said guitar. You swallow your pride realizing there might be an opposing stand user on the other side, eventually deciding to tiptoe out of bed you head towards the door.

Upon approaching you feel a stinging sensation on your hand that was about to open the door. A small bit of blood blossoming fourth from the wound. Just for a split second you swore you could’ve spotted a metallic entity withering in your blood. Though now the only thing there was the smallest flower made of metal.

You abruptly didn’t have the energy to do anything further and ended up kneeling by the door. That also meant you couldn’t muster the strength to summon your stand either. It seemed that this user didn’t want you to open the door. Though they weren’t exactly pouncing at the chance to try and break in themselves it seemed. Was this performance a ridiculing of your potential death or did it mean something more?

The mysterious guitarist continued playing as if nothing occurred in those few moments. Meaning they had a near perfect mastery over their stand. The only thing you could do was tiredly listen to this personal show, it seemed that’s all this person wanted you to do.

The first song had finished and you heard the beginning of yet another, but your consciousness could barely cling on. The song eventually fades….

Yandere! Narancia Ghirga

He ponders all sorts of things that he could impress you, using Aerosmith. It’s simply like a personal air show just for you and himself. As he navigates his stand between narrow objects, spinning in the air as he’s seen at in person shows or documentaries if he bothered to pay attention. Narancia isn’t completely stupid and makes sure to localize Aerosmith to a certain distance between the both of you, so no one user wise can spot either of you.

Yandere! Secco

Due to working with a psychopathic/sadistic man and his own indulgent nasty desires Secco’s way of “impressing” you can come across as pretty morbid. He tends to end up murdering pests such as mice, insects, or even snakes by sinking them underground. Anything really that you might not be fond of, he’d sort of would expect a sugar cube like Cioccolata does from a “good” deed. Your attention alone suffices however.

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere jjba #yandere #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jjba imagines #jjba x reader #yandere scenario #yandere headcanons #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #narancia ghirga #secco jojo #jojo risotto #risotto nero Jojo #jjba imagines

[ashenburst]

Could've Moved Mountains

The epilogue of my Cioccolata x Reader oneshot that I realized I had never posted here! 7k words. The focus is first and foremost on you, poor reader. Before reading, here is a warning: this story plays with some heavier themes alluding to depression.

Your verdict was clear. The next chapter of your life would be opened with a closing sentence.

After a long drive, you finally reached your destination. Chained, you were guided outside the vehicle by two policemen. Before you rose the grandiose door of your eternal residence. It did not stand out; shy was its malice, neglected by the public. Just a set of raw hinges and two dirtied panels.

This was your gateway to the afterlife, and the afterlife was prison, the place where the muck of mankind was hoarded. As foul as it was, the residence couldn't have possibly hoped to host a character like you. Nothing was at its disposal to satisfy your basic human values. With not one possibility to keep you intact, decay awaited you, finely tuned like the decomposing of a long withered flower.

You'd been rotting from the inside, declining with every lackluster act of vigor you'd portray. Death was universal, repetitive, devastatingly mediocre. You accepted it so many times before, it felt more like a necessary state of living. Even now, it caved in, numbed you vividly.

Your senses landed in some state of anxious languor. You had never felt anything quite like it before. It was much like a dreamscape, presented through hazy ramblings of a dying mind. Through them, a stimulus was registered, so rough, so haphazardly unpleasant.

"You! Right there!"

And due to your infamy, you knew you were the one called out. You turned around, seeking whoever was it that wanted to agitate you once again.

It was a woman, in her forties, you'd estimate. She seemed like the usual sort you'd spot on the streets, not too pretty, but gravitating towards beauty with her accessories and makeup. She could've been pleasant for the eye, for all you knew. It was just that wrath contorted her face.

The policemen halted in their movements. Holding you in place, they allowed you to face this stranger. This, you estimated, was highly unprofessional, and that sort of behavior was no oddity. It was because of their lethargy that she got to speak.

"(Y/N) (L/N), I despise you from the bottom of my soul. You have ruined so many lives, lives of children, of wives, husbands, brothers and sisters, and my life," she exclaimed hurriedly, and yet, unbeknownst to her, she was wrong. She neared you, and you could see the wrinkles excessive fury had caused her.

She inhaled deeply. You observed as she fiddled with her purse. Then, without a warning, she swang it and hit you with it in one swift movement. You couldn't react until it was too late. All you could do was yelp and close your eyes, and indulge in the impact. Commotion resonated around you, utterly unbearable against the pulsating ache inside your skull. Down you bowed your head, diligently tame in this chaos.

Reopening your eye offered some insight into this hassle. Other policemen rushed to restrain the woman. For once, you were grateful they were doing their job. But why, why were you subjected to violence?

She was not taken away. The cops only held her further from you. In what ought to be satisfactory justice, they allowed her to persist before you, and deliver whatever a mourning soul had to state.

The explanation was finally offered. "You don't know me, but you must know my husband, Vito Gaglione. You killed him!"

Pits of dread swallowed what was left of your confusion.

His days were over. Many of yours wouldn't arrive either. You'd been long aware: it mattered not. If bashing a corpse would aid the woman, make her feel any better, then you'd let her do it. And offer her, although insignificant, although so deeply heartfelt...

"I'm sorry."

A weightless apology. The woman tossed it aside with a curse and resumed her barrage. It was so fiendishly forceful; her emotions were too heavy for her voice, and it cracked, it was high time it cracked. With coughs and croaked insults, she scolded even more.

You sensed the wetness of her spit on your cheek, and you flinched. Her hatred dribbled down your soul, deepening its wide chasms. Did she know, could she even assume what harrowed the abysses of your vibrating chest? Sprouting from inner oblivion, came a bitter thought, correspondingly as dark: you were willing to play the role of a murderer, to make a stranger feel better. How utterly ridiculous.

Because, what if she found out you weren't guilty? That the true monster was forever on the loose, that you were his victim as well? More devastation, more strain on many fickle hearts. No – you knew better than to ruin it all. You'd give her cheap satisfaction. She needed to have her fit. It was only healthy.

The policemen made sure you embraced all of it. The two that held you, did not move. A couple of meters away, the woman was restrained too. She managed to reach you in ways not physical, but certainly impactful. Vocal were her wallops, and yet they shook your very essence, rendered you wicked, and for it, defenseless. The cops knew that. That's why they let it be.

"I pray that someday, you'll feel the same pain me and my family went through. I pray that your ice, no, stone heart melts, only so you could know what it felt like," she cursed rightfully.

You held your handcuffed hands close to you. Prison would be snug.

"Can you even feel? Are you even human? Does this even reach you?"

Your many mistakes accounted for it, you thought, agony slashing your heart. Your vision became blurry due to the sudden woe.

But your mind was clear. The very affliction was your pointer.

"No," you whispered. The response came out naturally; it was what she needed to hear.

With a victorious stance, she distanced herself from you. The policemen let her go.

"Monsters like you belong in prison." She clutched the fabric above her heart. "You won't ever harm anyone else. You won't get the satisfaction. Ever again."

You could discern some solemn tone in her statement. You could not see it, but your imagination made sure to visualize it: she must've started crying.

Your flimsy facade crumbled in an instant. For weeks, your nerves had been molested like never before. No matter the ravaged psyche, your body continued functioning, albeit faulty here and there – and your next action was but an inherent reflex.

Thus, the empathetic reaction to pain equaled pain: trembling lips, familiar warmth in your face. A tinge in your nose. You blinked and just like that, your tears ran amok.

And you were devastated. With furrowed eyebrows, eyes screwed shut, your momentary relief turned hostile. Salt had already reached the tip of your tongue – indeed, the tears were all over. Down the cheeks, down the chin, elegantly collapsing alongside your tender demise. You regretted shedding them. Monsters ought not to cry; weakness turned them irresistibly humane.

Your next breath was hitched. That was not how things were supposed to be. You were supposed to be the murderer. And in some other, even more idealized setting, the woman was supposed to be home, with her family gathered. Her husband, alive. And everything should've been reversed, so very different –

You bit your lip. Nothing could be changed. Nothing could be done. Before your spiraling got haywire, you had managed to bring back some sense. The present was very focused on you, and your focus on it was loose. So, you looked at her.

The woman was staring at your melting visage. Mute. She mustn't know you weren't the culprit. She mustn't have a single speck of doubt inside her, that it wasn't a monster who killed her husband. It would be easier to comprehend... and easier for you to manage it.

But it was so damn hard...! It crippled you, the fact you could not do anything, not speak a single word to help. You were worthless, you were scum – and you were treated accordingly.

One policeman had evidently decided it was enough of this one-sided conversation, so he pushed you to move. "Alright, this shit is over, off we go."

You muttered yet another apology before being dragged away. The harsh tug of the policemen excluded any opportunity for you to do anything. Make amends – any amends. And, and the woman did not say her goodbye...! Wasn't there supposed to be a final farewell? Was she going to leave unsatisfied? Conflicted, confused? Due to your tears –

And you wept, for you could not help her. For it wasn't over. For none of it was over.

You were lucky that the policemen held you. Otherwise, you would've fallen on your knees and begged the woman to strike you. Would the revenge offer her as much satisfaction as the fact you would be locked up? Oh, it would certainly make you feel relieved -

You were shaking profusely. No, no, this couldn't possibly end that way. She had to get her justice...! She had to –

You even turned around, to look at the woman one last time. Some man, dressed in pure white (how strikingly symbolical), had come to, possibly, comfort her – as he should. Be it a son, a friend, or even a stranger, an angel was what she deserved. You may have lost it all, but she had someone to guard her.

This was the good end you were hoping for. A heavy exhale escaped your wet lips. As ever, you weren't hasty to move on.

Inside the building, you listened to the echoes of your disgusting sobs. All of them, nasty to the ear. You were looking forward to the moment you'd be left alone, unprovoked, unbothered –

"Oi, calm down."

And unnoticed. The policeman gripped your arm, making you wince. You could feel your throat tighten; no sob would break out, you wouldn't embarrass yourself anymore. You took deep breaths through your nose in hopes of getting quiet. You had attracted many odd looks – and you ignored all of them. It's not every day a prisoner turns all tearful before being imprisoned.

After walking through mundane hallways, passing the administration, you were asked to leave all your belongings inside a crate of sorts. You were given clothes to wear as a prisoner – colorless drapes to match the vapid atmosphere.

Seeing yourself in that suit, you knew you were fully introduced to your end. This was your final transformation. To complete it, a ceremony was performed: you were guided down the hall into your very own dirty little chamber, where you would be left to rot. This was your funeral. A disgrace meant for a disgrace.

Locked and left alone, you didn't pay much attention to your confinement. All you needed was a place to sit, and you had a chair and a bed to do that. You resorted to the chair. It seemed cleaner.

Sprawled over the table before you, you finalized your life. It was a peaceful ending. You had to be grateful, for you would get to rest before passing away. Not many could boast about that.

Blinks slow and weak, you stared ahead, knowing nothing would be seen. It just so happened that your eyes had your hands before them, to focus approximately on them. How silly, to think you once believed you could do anything and everything with them. But your present dictated a tale completely opposite, which you learned not to care about.

You thought of it oftentimes. Your indifference was akin to that of a suicidal person, except yours sprouted from emotions starkly different: the requited love of life. Its finest decadence.

For deaf ears to hear, you sighed. This was an interesting way to kill it.

You were drained, emotionally, physically. It was no wonder that your mind slowly emptied itself, leaving nothing but a heartthrob to fuel it. Consequently, your vision lost its strength, and all turned distant. Even the blackish grime of the cell's interior.

Oh, but the darkness was abusive. It tormented your tired eyes, disfiguring itself into unstable murk. The wall before you held subtle picturesque on its dirty canvas. The one your lingering consciousness painted; colors were sickly, gradations close to none, and lighting – abhorrently absent.

Morphing in and out of meaningless shapes, the painting was merely a result of your exhaustion. You were sane enough to know that. Drowsy enough for your vision to fail.

A notion pecked at your skull. Stuck in the back of your mind, it was but a startling possibility, nothing you wouldn't handle: Secco could easily manifest through the wall. What then? What then, once your reflexes are harshly tugged at? Once this repugnant dog latches onto you?

With the same elated apathy, you came to a conclusion you wouldn't fight back. You had long overstepped the threshold of nihility. Greeting the numbness like an old friend, you recognized haven for your lacerated, poorly maimed heart. Found out, phlegm was a proper place to stay.

You were simply out of luck. Fate had graced you with many wonders, then left you bare-handed at the time you needed her hold. The damage was done, and the damage done could not be repaired; wailing would be nothing but a waste of vocal cords.

No pessimism lifted your thoughts. No bitterness heaved them; likewise, no animosity was harbored. You were drained of strong sentiments at the very dawn of your predicament. Even bodily exhaustion prevented them.

The realization that your thoughts revolved around thoughts, themselves, was... fascinating, to say the least. There it came – a chuckle, faint, much like a cascading huff. Thus came a tinge in your chest, and you clenched your teeth because of the pain.

No matter where you redirected your train of thoughts, you would suffer. You were in an unorthodox state, and yet, your reactions were all orthodox. You were unable to adapt to this final stage of your life. Much like prey that would lay still before its predator, you became sedated as you lived through your death.

Everything was over. You'd lost, you could rest. You found your thoughts turning incoherent, and with closed eyes, you indulged in the peace given. Murmurs of the outside world reached you through the window. It was the only lullaby you'd ever hear from that point. The temperature was just right; a breeze would reach you every now and then, stroking you gentler than so many recent touches.

You had all you needed. Being alone, unprovoked, unbothered, unnoticed – you could finally forget and be forgotten.

Through that resolution, you were comforted. Your consciousness managed to drift off to a dreamless sleep.

. . .

The napping came to a sudden halt. An abrupt flinch followed, and so, the privacy of your solitude was broken. The door to the hallway had been opened with a creak, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin.

An unfamiliar scent filled your nostrils. You opened one of your eyes, and spotted a tray with food and a cup of water, placed on the floor by your side. Too bad you didn't intend to eat it.

Watching through the slits of heavy lids, you awaited the arrival of the guard, sure to greet him with an ominous stare. You hadn't bothered to move from the table – you still lay sprawled across it, your butt barely finding leverage on the chair.

After announcing his arrival with stern tapping of boots, the guard finally stepped in front of your cell. You could hear him mingle with the keys; their jingle and its echo scraped against your sensitive ears. Your brows knitted together, displaying discontent so.

The cell door was opened with yet another unpleasant creak. Next came the guard's words: "On your feet, girl. You've been released."

You reopened your eyes. Nonsense. Questions were already swarming inside your head – you opened your mouth, but didn't know what to say. This was ridiculous. You just let out a yawn, lifted yourself from the table, and sat up, staring straight into the wall before you.

Whoever chose to play this nasty prank on you must've found it extremely amusing.

"Hey, you heard me?" The guard wasn't too understanding of your weird surprise.

You looked at him, your grim expression unfaltering. "I'm sorry, the joke isn't funny."

His brows furrowed. "Why would someone joke about this?"

You weren't skeptical about this. You didn't even try to believe it. "Who bailed me, then?"

"The hell I know. Come on now."

"Hmm. Fine." You stood up, lifting your hands upwards as a surrendering gesture. You hadn't been walking or eating almost all day, so getting back on your feet resulted in slight vertigo.

And then, everything was reversed. You got all of your belongings back, dressed up, walked outside of prison and attained the title of a free individual. Just like before, you were alone, except now – you had no idea what to do.

With no true vehemence in your thoughts, you stood there, watching the sunset. Going home didn't seem too pleasant, although you did originally plan to return, because your parents insisted on that. Your friends, some of them were okay, but... your home would only bring you pain. This entire process caused many of your "friends" to lie about you to the media. Some of them actually believed the news. Even your parents were swayed, just slightly swayed – and it was enough for you to know that your relationship would never be the same.

You didn't want to come back there and face it all. You were too exhausted. You wouldn't handle it.

On the other hand, depending on yourself was oddly comforting. Having little to no ties. But what to do with that freedom...?

You wondered if they already eliminated your stuff from your hotel room. Maybe you would scavenge something and see if it's worth selling. What to do afterwards, however? Your face was all over the news, and with your criminal record, you could hardly get a job anywhere –

"Cold-blooded murderers usually don't cry when faced with the consequences of their killings. You must admit, that was peculiar."

Before you came a man you'd never consider an ordinary bystander. He was wearing a suit all white, decorated with zippers here and there – and in its middle was a heart-shaped hole, revealing a tattooed, toned chest. Above, a face stern, brimmed with a bob cut of dark hair, and on it, two golden hairpins, shimmering as remnants of light hit them. The sunset only emphasized his sleek beauty, and yet, you were not fazed by it.

Appearance as such almost made you think you were dreaming, or at least hallucinating. It took you a while to propel your focus and clear your thoughts enough to realize that this indeed was happening.

Important was the fact that he observed your breakdown. You bit your lip, then gave your bitter response. "There's always a first."

By his expression, you concluded he did not believe you. With a brisk raise of his brow, he offered you his take on that matter. "And this isn't one."

You tilted your head. "How can you be so sure?" All he did was shrug.

"So, you bailed me on a whim," you added without thinking.

"Now that's a bold guess. How can you be so sure?" His lips curled in what seemed like a sly smile – when paired with his steady gaze, you were right to feel this man knew more than he let on.

"Well... nobody else could've done it." You rubbed your eyes. Everything about this seemed so surreal, and your drowsiness did not help one bit with comprehending it. "I mean, it was just a guess."

"Yet you guessed right."

"Wait... so you –" It seemed as if you'd discovered the truth only now, and yet, it didn't change much on your internal plan. Coolly, as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred, you said what ought to be said. "Thank you. I owe you everything, signore."

"And you are very welcome." He gestured towards you with his right hand. "I'm sure you have plenty of questions. Everything will be explained – care to join me?"

The question appeared more difficult once you'd given it some thought. Although he seemed to possess no ill intentions, you knew he had his reasons behind bailing you. If waged logically, you were willing to owe him – for he was the who granted you this new life.

You turned around, sparing one last glance at the prison door behind you. Be your intuition right or wrong, you had no option but to go ahead. "Si. Thank you once again, signore...?"

"No need. Bruno Buccellati." He offered a hand for you to shake it. Staring down at it, you saw offers of lawyers and journalists alike, and null was the sympathy behind those formalities. Nevertheless, you shook it, equally devoid of any expectations.

There wasn't much you could uncover by fixating onto his azure eyes. Buccellati was a serious man whose inner peace gave great composure to his antics. That was the feeling you had gotten, yet chose not to trust. Calm or not, a man may be vile. Psychopathy lay in that exact idle state.

So it came as no surprise that you retracted your hand as soon as you could. Carefully, you eyed him, his austere face and the few, if any changes it made. You could feel your jaw clench as your perturbation grew.

"Scusi, Buccellati, how did you... even manage to do it? I'm certain prominent influence and, of course, money is needed to release a convict like me," you asked him at last, one of the many questions you withheld.

He gestured for you to start walking, which you did. "Indeed. I am a member of Passione, the famiglia that oversees the city."

Your heart skipped a beat. Streets before you faded out of focus, just for an instant, where dizziness stole away your balance – and you almost fell. Stumbling a little, which Buccellati noticed, you managed to continue walking as if nothing happened. This mafioso next to you asked you if you were alright, and you nodded, your gaze avoidant of him.

"You are familiar with Passione," he noted.

Shock gripped at your throat. It had turned tight, like a clogged, neglected, pipe. A simple hiss of a "si" was all that you wheezed.

Buccellati heard it, so he began his reply. However, he was interrupted shortly afterwards. An old lady on the other side of the street greeted him, waved at him, even seemed happy to have seen him – an event that occupied your thoughts.

Once his attention was no longer stray, he continued with your discussion. "Know that I mean no harm, signorina. All sorts of people are gathered under the famiglia's wing, and as it's always been the case, we do not get to choose who else shares our blood."

A statement that gave you no relief. With a nod, you acknowledged it, and asked, "But why take me in then?"

"Your case has caught my eye. Many things did not add up, starting from your background, coming to your described behavior, and lastly, the very logic behind your alleged murders."

"Fortune wasn't really on my side." Neither was Cioccolata, you thought sarcastically.

"Sadly, yes, and I found out why. When I dug deeper, I found out a member of our famiglia framed you for his murders."

The fact he knew about your innocence was shocking – and rather relieving. For once, you found another person who was sure that you'd done nothing, who didn't doubt you in the slightest. "But, there's more to it, no?"

"Naturally. I've read that you used to be a prodigal student. Your other qualities seem to be that of a virtious person as well – I got to witness that myself. Going the furthest of distances to appease the lady wasn't the product of your moral tiredness. It was a product of its vivacity, and incredible emotional intelligence. After everything you've been through, I must say it's a remarkable trait. But no matter your strength on that field, I'm certain you wouldn't last in prison for longer than a couple of days."

Your eyes widened. Sheer surprise sped up your blinking. The compliment was almost ironical, and his analysis spectacular. You found the gravity of his words to be noteworthy – this mafioso, Bruno Buccellati, must've been an extraordinary person as well. Yet you were certain all of these explanations had a catch. That being, that your freedom, although just, would not come without a price.

"Which meant I had valid reasons to bail you. However, given the circumstances, I can't have done it easily," he continued.

"Thank you, and I hope it didn't cause you much trouble." You attempted reciprocating his kind tone.

"No, of course not. Having faced this problem, I sought a possible solution and its cost. At best, it happens to be your devotion to the famiglia, in order to pay this debt."

Your heart sank. "I should become a member as well?"

"Yes." He nodded, peering at you. "Do you consider yourself capable of doing that?"

Did he spot your change in emotions, or was he merely asking about your competence? "Hm. You're asking about the dirty work?" He nodded, luckily.

You thought of all the possible things you would be doing, all of them very wrong and very illegal. You had never wanted to see yourself in this situation, and although you could do and handle these things – they would simply feel wrong. You couldn't bear living such in such an ambivalent state, especially if your sole purpose was to just... be bad. Unless you had something else to do. Which reminded you of the mafioso who had accused you of murder.

"If it's an order, I suppose I'll have to do it. I'll handle it, but... the man who put me into jail... he has a job, although he is one of you." Locking your gaze with Buccellati's, you harnessed a hard look. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't that mean I'll also be able to develop a life of my own, outside the mafia?"

"You seem to have an opportunistic approach. I like that," he informed. Every time he mentioned a fact about you, you could feel you were being rediscovered for who you truly were. After so much time, you were no longer being dehumanized – and although you tried to suppress it, it felt so damn good. "And yes, aside from the services you'll have to offer and aside undeniable loyalty, you'll be able to cultivate your private life. So long it doesn't affect the famiglia, naturally. Disobedience, betrayal, are both severely punishable."

So, you could have hobbies, you could expand your interests – and just, work on yourself. Live normally aside from that job. That didn't seem too bad. "I understand. If that's so, then I'm positive I'll do well in the mafia."

"Despite the fact you might have a family and friends out there, thinking and worrying about you?"

You sighed. Coming back to them, although tempting, should be considered impossible. You were certain you wouldn't bear it – the very idea terrified you. You took some time to figure a response for Buccellati, for this truly was a delicate matter. And as you tried to devise it, you rationalized your membership in the mafia – and it seemed fine.

"Signore, I've come a long way. So did they. The process of this trial has severed some bonds I had in my homeland. As for my family... my parents have lost their minds too. The only thing I can do, right now, is to tell them I'm alright and explain what kind of life I'll be leading from now on. They'll know I'm fine, and that should be enough. There's nothing else I could do." You paused, having realized something. "How much money will I earn as a member of the Passione?"

"Enough to afford yourself a comfortable life."

There was more good in this situation after all – you'll be able to send money to your family, the very money you were supposed to earn as a hardworking student. Although you did not want to face them, you knew of their hardships, for once, they were yours as well. You were willing to help. It was the least you could do. "Molto bene."

Buccellati certainly realized what your intentions were, for he too seemed to have grown satisfied. "You've accepted all of this quite easily," he then pointed out.

That was what you'd wished to explain. "How else, signore? I don't have a choice. I've already been through hell and back, so this, although not ideal, is far better. I can't ask for more."

You were uncertain, however, if Buccellati found your mindset to be weird. He'd seen you cry because of a stranger, and now you were letting go of your dear ones so easily? And you weren't, pathetically enough, you weren't.

"I do not know you, signorina. So, if you still have ties that you wouldn't want to be severed, a life you'd like to come back to, people who you miss... feel free to tell me."

Those were the things you yearned to avoid; they would constantly remind you of your demise.

On the other side, you found change appealing. The volatile notion of a new life, of a new beginning, where you would be the one to solely define your path – it was far too good. To just leave everything behind. Take what you needed, then storm off into the great unknown.

Looking over to Buccellati, you uncovered sunset behind him, racing down one of the domestic streets of Napoli. Warm colors were all over, burning the Italian architecture, weaving a scenery oh so sentimental. Once you gazed upwards, you could see the outskirts of purple and black above you. You could draw a line that separated day and night, and yet.... dusk would always remain similar to dawn.

You enjoyed change as much as you feared it. Yet that of the skies, you found it to be inspiring so many times, even now, for it reached out to you. Showed you the beauty of the end and its resemblance to the beginning. This very instant, evening loomed over you. Wounds of your soul were open for the falling sun to scorch them – indeed, you were horribly injured. Moments away from crying at the very hint of nostalgia.

"I simply can't let myself miss them, signore. I'm hopeful we'll see each other one day, on good terms. Until then... I'm alive and free, and the possibilities are so wildly endless. That's enough of a consolation for me."

Buccellati's eyes widened. "There is hope for you, signorina," he said, and for the first time in this entire conversation, you heard the surprise in his deep voice.

You were quick to deny it.

"There isn't. Not at home."

The trembling of your voice meant that you had to stop.

You had to close your eyes and breathe deeply. The possibilities were endless back home as well. You would be considered a controversy, a nuisance, a patient, a poor ostracized soul, a liar, a psychopath... what not. That ordeal was overwhelming, far too hostile for your exhausted self. If even your parents and some friends, who loved you so much, managed to doubt you – then why come home at all?

With a grave look meant for Buccellati's deep blue eyes only, you realized you would never be able to look your parents in their eye like this. How to announce that you've escaped prison, if the verdict was clear? That the mafia released you?

"I wouldn't stand to return to such an environment. I know I won't be able to adapt. So, signore, please," you spoke with a desperately firm voice, "have no doubt that I'll do anything to belong somewhere, if anywhere." Your lips trembled, so you sank your teeth into them. You were so quick to break down, due to such minor things...!

Suffocating took on from that point onwards, and you swallowed. It would be horrendous if you began crying now – so you screamed at yourself, inside of your tired mind, to just stay calm, not to cry.

Suddenly, amidst that fierce inner battle, Buccellati took hold of your hand, clasping the both of his around your cold one. Tearful, you looked down, and at once, you were imbued with shock. This man cared.

You looked back at him, only to spot his reassuring smile through the blur. "I do not doubt in your resolve, (Y/N). You will belong." The grip was strong. And your vision cleared.

You bit your lip. It was so long since you'd last seen a friendly face that Buccellati's presence seemed like an exaggerated fantasy. "Good to hear. Grazie," you almost whispered.

He nodded. "Once again, you're welcome."

There was good, and Buccellati proved it to you. Through his hint of care, you finally realized – things weren't so bleak. You had to focus on the positives of this situation. You would start from the beginning, surely, and a low one, but at least you had it.

Wasn't your entire chase after a scholarship, after someplace better to live, focused on your dream, just a reflection of that... escapism? To start over, on your own?

The mafioso let go of your hand. "If your resolve is such, then I'll lead you into the famiglia with no regrets."

"No regrets here either," you told him. "I can't think about those things anymore. Per favore, let's continue talking about the entire... plan, or whatever."

You didn't have to explain any further. He took a piece of paper seemingly out of nowhere – maybe it was hiding in one of his zippers – and handed it over to you. Your gaze skimmed over it – some address was written in rather neat handwriting. Shockingly, it reminded you of that of your best friend's. Meaning, the writing was neat for a male, you corrected your thoughts after switching your focus back to Buccellati.

"Tomorrow morning, at ten, you'll visit a man named Polpo on this address. He is the capo who will conduct an interview and assess if you are worthy of becoming one of us."

That was unusually professional. But this was the mafia, some sort of entrance would have to exist. "If I may ask – what does an interview for the mafia even look like?"

"Just the usual sort. You'll speak to him, and he'll evaluate your abilities."

There was no way you'd fail this interview. You were indebted anyway. Therefore, you realized, the purpose of this interview would most likely be to just... assess what you were capable of. In this state, you were uncertain if you had any qualities the mafia would consider worthwhile.

So, the best thing you could do was just be yourself, for the first time after so long. That was the safest option, and the most pleasant option – though you feared you'd forgotten who you truly were.

"Alright. Thank you," you murmured. You'd just try to give it your best, and that would be all.

"Pardon me if the question is too intrusive, but, do you have a place to spend the night?"

You were a bit surprised because this indeed was an intrusive question, no matter what his intentions were. "Yeah, I've rented a hotel room." But... you'd soon be on the streets, because you would run out of money. Hopefully, the mafia paycheck would come in soon.

"Bene. Then, would you be willing to join me for dinner at a local restaurant? It's an excellent one. My treat."

You couldn't believe his kindness. Due to your very culture and a plethora of other reasons – some of them including distrust – you turned down his offer. "I can't accept, signore, you've already done so much for me. Although I'm grateful beyond measure, I simply can't accept."

Yet he insisted. "Please. It would be a pleasure – don't think of it as a burden."

"I'm sure you understand why I'm hesitating, and I'm sorry if I sound rude. But I really don't think I'm in the mood... or that I have the energy for dinner. It's getting late and I'll probably just want to sleep at some point. Not to mention I just... don't feel comfortable." Your clothes could pass, but you didn't wear any makeup and you were sure your hair wasn't in its best edition. Besides, the stress took a toll on you. It manifested itself as eye bags and skin a bit worse than usual.

He nodded. The mafioso kept his peaceful face as he spoke – oh, he was so accepting, you almost felt bad for denying. "I do understand. Which is why I won't force you to come." He stepped aside. "The decision is entirely up to you. If you'd like to be left alone or simply don't trust me, feel free to go. You have my complete understanding."

You shrugged, unsure what to do. With an awkward expression, you told him your reply. "If that's so, then, I should once again apologize... and thank you. I appreciate your offer nevertheless, but I think I'll get going."

"If that would be all, signorina, I should also ask you – do you have any questions?"

You shook your head. "None."

"Then, shall I consider this a farewell?"

"Sadly, yes, signore."

"In that case... arrivederci. Until next time."

"Arrivederci, signore."

And so, you bid your farewells. That was how you met Buccellati: under a formal tone, with unrestrained hearts.

You gave him a nod before walking away, face blank, for you were unsure what emotion to display. You were aided vastly, yet – could you truly settle down with the amoral lifestyle?

And just how amoral was it? If a man, like Buccellati, could maintain empathy as a mafioso... if he even had it. How much of his care was an act? Anyone could've done that which he did – just, take your hand, say a couple of nice words, and voila, you would feel better.

But your intuition, although abused, spoke otherwise. You were indebted anyway. He didn't have to console you, and yet, he showed that he cared. And the old lady who greeted him...!

Perhaps his soul was that of an angel. Angel... the realization rendered you flabbergasted. Oh, Buccellati...

You crossed your arms, staring at your savior's departure. Perhaps things weren't as grim, just this once, just during this fragment of your life – but you couldn't form a smile quite yet. It was meant for some better times.

Wherever did those better times lay? In front of you, or behind you? Or absolutely nowhere? You still didn't know. Much like scented flowers, all that had once brought joy, now wilted, turned sorrowful to the eye, repulsive to the nose. But you could scrap those, start anew. Thanks to Buccellati.

You kicked a pebble off the road. The feeling was nice.

That was when you made out that Buccellati's name was mentioned by some bystanders. Then someone almost yelled, much louder than before, "Did you see that?! That chick was talking with Buccellati!"

You immediately turned to look at the source of that statement. Wide eyes, you searched, afraid that someone might've targeted you – and your heart was once again in your throat, and once again, you were gasping for breath.

Across the street stood two men, both slim in build and with an uncanny dressing style. One of them, wearing mostly blue and red, had been pointing at you with his finger until he noticed you were staring at him. That was when he put his hand down and turned towards his friend. You heard he was cursing, but... enthusiastically?

You swallowed. Should you move on? Or react somehow? Paralyzed mentally, you looked at Buccellati and noticed that he too was standing still, his arms crossed. Did that mean disapproval on his side? Were those his enemies, rivals?

The man dressed in a monotone dark suit decided to walk away. The other one followed him. And so, your trance was broken out of – thank goodness they didn't care. You inhaled deeply and continued your way. You had only met two mobsters so far, and somehow, you attracted this much attention...? What kind of attention?

You turned around. At the brim of the sunset, you spotted that Buccellati and those two men came together, even engaged in a conversation. You hummed, relieved. No wonder they were colleagues, all of them dressed so oddly. Even Cioccolata wasn't dressed too normally.

So, would you have to... do that as well? But you didn't have such weird clothes at your disposal. And you didn't have enough money to buy something fitting. All that you owned was currently in that little hotel room...

You halted your steps. Did you truly want to go there? You'd have a whole night to overthink yourself – and that would be very much useless. On the other hand, if you chose to go with Buccellati, maybe that would offer new opportunities, whatever they were.

Once again, you whipped your head around. Just across the shadows, you could see them walking away. You wouldn't join them just yet.

Not now. You clenched your fists. You weren't able to do much, not in this fatigued, out-and-out demoralized state of yours. But fate was back in your grasp. For now, that was enough. Just enough to keep you going.

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba cioccolata #jjba bruno #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #cioccolata #secco #cioccolata x reader #vento aureo #jjba vento auero #jjba part 5 #jjba oneshot #vento aureo oneshot #jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure x reader

[mitch-the-simp]

i would enjoy specifically Headcanons About smoking weed w/ Cioccolata And Secco plz if you're okay with that

ofc! I finally got around to finishing them, hopefully, you like em :D

Smoking weed w/ Cioccolata And Secco

• They'd probably use weed to keep their patients from dying of shock, but apart from that, just to get a quick kick.

• Imagine the only reason why you'd be there with them is because you've just joined their catastrophic little friend group.

• So Cioccolata walks up to both of you with a few ounces and just holds up.

"Would you look at that? Our little friend left us some leftovers. You think we should use them~?"

• Secco nods and pants happily, seemingly jumping around in joy. You chuckle excitedly with an instant, "Oh hell yeah!"

• He'd probably roll them up himself and LET ME TELL YOU- He'd be really good at rolling blunts. Like Grade-A roller. Clean two-hand-slip roll. If it's not him rolling them, then it would probably be you. Secco probably wouldn't be allowed to roll them because he's a bit messy/clumsy and would probably not even know how to. But he doesn't mind and gladly will watch either of you do so in excitement.

• Edibles for Secco :)

• I feel like Cioccolata could take 5-7 blunts before just being absolutely high as the mf sky.

• Secco would go from 3-4 edibles before being just out of commission for a while.

• Cioccolata would be the type to have good ideas for torture and just random thoughts that just make it obvious he's high.

• Secco just acts funny and acts even more like a dog. I'm talking panting with his tongue out and nuzzling Cioccolata for more sugar cubes.

• You three would have the weirdest conversations.

The "If your leg cut off where would you feel pain" convo came up at least once. Cioccolata probably was extremely confused by it.

#jjba part 5 #jjba x reader #fanfiction #jjba headcanons #jojo cioccolata #cioccolata and secco #jojo secco #uh- weed...? #guys i have author's block- help-

[admrlthundrbolt]

Masterlist

Stranger Things

Straight Through The Heart (Eddie Munson x Chubby Reader)

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (Okuyasu x Chubby Reader)

One Way Or Another (Selkie N'Doul x Chubby Reader

Voices In My Head (Secco x Chubby Reader)

How Did You Love (Polnareff x Chubby Reader)

Heal The Pain (Dragon Wamuu x Chubby Reader)

Black Magic Woman (Werewolf Santana x Chubby Reader)

Evil Walks (Poltergeist Esidisi x Chubby Reader)

Resident Alien

Warm Heart Pastry (Harry x Chubby Reader)

One-Punch Man

Love is a Battlefield (Garou x Chubby Reader)

Holding Out For A Hero (Mumen Rider x Chubby Reader)

Elevate (King x Chubby Reader)

Bullet Train

Apple Blossom (Lemon x Chubby Reader x Tangerine)

Resident Evil

Your Love Could Start a War (Lady Dimitrescu x Cubby Reader)

Encanto

Dance Macabre (Bruno x Chubby Reader)

Harley Quinn

Have Faith In Me (Bane x Chubby Reader)

Overwatch

You Dropped A Bomb On Me (Junkrat x Chubby Reader)

The Road to El Dorado

I Put A Spell On You (Tzekel-Kan x Chubby Reader)

Camp Camp

Perfect World (David x Cubby Reader)

Spider-Man

Ashes (Norman Osborn x Chubby Reader)

Emperor's New Clothes (Doc Ock x Chubby Reader)

Firefly

Wait A Minute My Girl (Jayne x Chubby Reader)

Scream

You Spin Me Round (Billy x Chubby Reader x Stu)

Naruto

Sweet Tooth (Iruka x Chubby Reader)

Batman

Leather and Lace (Killer Croc x Chubby Reader)

Friday the 13th

Die To Live (Jason Vorhees x Chubby Reader)

Hunter X Hunter

Do It All The Time (Hisoka x Chubby Reader x Illumi)

Guardians of the Galaxy

Edge Of Midnight (Nebula x Chubby Reader)

What We Do in the Shadows

Under The Graveyard (Petyr x Chubby Reader)

Alone Together (Nandor the Relentless x Chubby Reader)

Inglorious Bastards

Some Nights (Hugo Stiglitz x Chubby Reader)

Halloween

Popular Monster (Demon Michael Myers x Chubby Reader)

Pokemon

Electric Love (Guzma x Chubby Reader)

Arcane

Reckless Paradise (Silco x Chubby Reader)

Terminator

One Of Those Days (Sarah Conner x Chubby Reader)

Mad Max

Radioactive (Furiosa x Chubby Reader)

Mario Bros

Love From The Other Side (Bowser x Chubby Reader)

#masterlist #oneshots #chubby reader #wip

[nicherayyy]

Can you do a La Squadra or a La Unita x Child reader were reader is scared of "the monster under her bed"?

I decided to make that with La Unita bc they deserve it

La Unita "helping" Child!Reader with monsters under their bed

humour, comfort, crying, GN reader

TW: Cioccolata, mention of guns

Squalo and Tiziano

“Hey”, you whispered in Tiziano’s ear.

“Wha-“, the blonde man immediately woke up from his slumber, looking confused, “It’s 3 AM, go to sleep”

“I can’t sleep, there’s monster under my bed, he wants to eat me”, you started sobbing. The noise woke Squalo, who was actually not pleased with the fact that you interrupted his beauty sleep. 

“If we make sure that there’s no monsters, will you let us sleep?”, Squalo sighed, already hating the idea of getting up from his soft, warm bed. 

“Yes”, you replied. 

Taking their hands, you lead them along the dark corridors to your room. Entering the room, of course, you step away in the farthest corner, as far as possible from the bed. 

Rolling his eyes, Tiziano is the first to look under the bed.

“Oh my God”, he gasped.

“What?”, you asked anxiously.

“Squalo, dear, there’s really a monster”

Squalo understood what his husband was trying to do and decided to play along. 

“You’re right, it’s so scary”, he held back his laughter, trying to sound as serious as possible,  “I think we’ll need to step back, don’t want this thing to eat us”

“No please”, you plead, tears running down your face. Oh. They crossed the line a bit, didn’t they? Squalo immediately approached you, taking you in his arms. 

“Oh no, don’t cry, we’re sorry”, he comforted you. Tiziano standing right beside him. 

“There’s no monster, calm down”, Tiziano patted your head, “We were just joking around”

“If you want you can stay with us for the night, how does that sound?”, Squalo smiled at you, still holding you tight.

“Alright”, you agreed, still scared a little. 

Cioccolata and Secco

“Ugh, what do you want child”, he said annoyed, still working with some files on his desk. Secco was laying on the floor next to him.

“There’s monster under my bed, I’m scared”, you sobbed. 

“Don’t worry”, he tossed his files aside, smiling at you, “I think it’ll eat you quickly, you won’t feel a thing”

“What?”, you cried, your legs shaking. 

You heard Secco’s laugh. 

“Yeah, it’ll eat your toes”, he looked right into your eyes, “You were bad today, remember? And bad children are being eaten”

“You guys are mean”, you replied with a pitched voice, tears running down your face. Why did you think it was a good idea to ask Cioccolata for help anyway?

Carne 

“Hey”, you called, trying trying to get Carne’s attention. You guys weren’t close, but right now you were too scared to care. 

“Need anything?”, he asked.

“There’s monster under my bed, I’m scared”, you replied with puffy eyes from a long crying.

“Monsters do not exist”, he denied, “However, I can stay with you until you fall asleep”

“Okay”, you agreed. 

 Carne is not that bad as you thought. Maybe you need to spend more time with him.

Diavolo and Doppio 

You knocked on the door of Diavolo’s office, waiting for permission to get inside. 

You didn’t have to wait long, Doppio opened the door. 

“What are you doing here so late at night?’, he gasped, “And why are you crying?”

“There’s monster under my bed”, you sobbed. 

"Wait a minute, I'll call the boss", he took a book from the shelf, holding it against his ear, "Boss, you're here? What do I do?"

“They need to figure it out themselves, give them a gun”

“Boss? What do you mean gun?”, Doppio asked confusedly, his eyes wide. 

“If they want to live they need to fight for it”, he replied, “You know, the best defense is a good offense” 

“BOSS THEY’RE NINE”

#jjba part 5 #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #jjba x you #gn reader #diavolo x reader #doppio x reader #carne jojo #cioccolata and secco #cioccolata x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo part five #vento aureo x reader #jjba vento auero #vento aureo #la unita speciale #squalo jojo #tiziano and squalo #tiziano jojo #squalo x tiziano