#yes Don giorno is important to me

[maple-keenes]

life's fucking long til it stops (and god's fucking fake til he's not)

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summary: In the aftermath of their hostile takeover of Passione, Mista is maybe not coping super great with the death of three of the most important people in his life. But, like, he’s fine, right? Could have been four. (Mista struggles to navigate his new reality. He receives help from an unexpected source, and then two very expected ones.)

notes: it’s really impressive how much i’ve cried over jojo at this point. it’s, like, arguably way too much, but it apparently gives me a lot of inspiration, so here we are! giorno/mista are intended to be platonic but if you want to read them as romantic i'm not gonna stop you as always, my jojo fics are dedicated to @thesmalbox and @drawbucket. thank you for introducing me to these men and their problems as per usual. title of this fic is from ajr’s “god is really real”, since the song is unfortunately a very good fit for mista’s emotions about his family dying.

Mista’s life has not been going super well recently.

He can’t help but feel like he’s on his own now, a little bit. He’s got--he has people. He has Trish and Giorno, and he’s really fucking lucky that he has Trish and Giorno, and he’s like, Don Giovanna’s right-hand man! That’s really cool! 

But when the dust settles on the rubble that is the old Passione, Mista is the one who lost his family. 

Giorno and Trish are hurting too. They’ve lost a lot of good friends in the past few--weeks? Months? Everything’s been sort of blurry for a while. Time stopped making sense to Mista when Abbacchio died and he had to look Narancia in the eyes later that night and say I’m sorry, but there’s nothing we could have done. He’d never wished for a stand other than Sex Pistols before, but at that moment, Mista really, really wanted a stand that could fix the dull, sad look in Narancia’s eyes, in whatever way was easiest.

(He’d still take that heartbreak in his eyes over the lifelessness that came later. A sad Narancia is better than a dead Narancia.)

And it’s not like Giorno and Trish don’t get it, right? ‘Cause they lost all the same people Mista did. But they also knew them for less time, and they didn’t--it doesn’t hurt them. In the same way it hurts him. 

Maybe it does. He’s being a little selfish with his grief. They all lost people, they all suffered, and they’re all recovering from the mission in equally questionable ways. 

(They’re all dead, one way or another, at Diavolo’s hands.)

He hopes Narancia gets to see Abbacchio again. He hopes Bucciarati’s proud of him. He hopes it stops hurting, one of these days. 

It hasn’t yet. 

---

It’s been maybe a couple of months since their hostile takeover ended, and Mista’s still carrying around that same hollow grief he has been since the end of their mission. If Giorno and Trish are as distraught as Mista is, they’re doing a great job of hiding it. But Giorno was always good at hiding emotions. Mista can’t tell what the Boss is thinking for shit. 

To be fair, Mista isn’t exactly flaunting his fraying mental state around either. He thinks he’s doing a pretty good job of keeping things under wraps. 

He thinks so right up until Giorno drags him to a meeting with Polnareff (because not even being a spirit that lives in the magical room belonging to a turtle gets you out of meetings with Don Giovanna)--and the meeting is in the turtle room, of course. He then promptly gets a call from someone else and excuses himself to take it, leaving the other two alone in the room together. Polnareff takes one look at Mista and says, “You’re not doing too well, are you, Mista?”

“I’m doing just fine!” he protests, but he’s not sure he’s even convinced of that himself. “It’s cool. I’m coping.” 

The Frenchman sighs, giving Mista a look that for some reason reminds him so much of Bucciarati (it’s the disappointed parent vibes) that he nearly bursts into tears on the spot. “You are not--you call it coping, yes? Telling yourself you are not alone in missing them is not coping.” 

“I’m not just telling myself that…” 

“You knew them better,” he continues, ignoring Mista’s half-hearted response, “but you do not want to dismiss Don Giovanna or Miss Una’s grief, so you are being quiet. And in doing so, you have not spoken about this to anyone. You are not well.” 

“I don’t need to talk to a fuckin’ therapist or anything,” Mista grumbles, idly twirling a pencil through his fingers. “I’m not, like--I know it’s fine that I’m sad that they’re dead. It’s not like I didn’t know I loved ‘em, right? They were my family. And we were all real young, but we were gangsters, so we always knew it was a possibility.” 

Polnareff scoffs at that. “Knowing that it may happen does not adequately prepare you for when it does happen.” 

“What are you, the fuckin’--the fuckin’ expert on trauma, or whatever?” he all but growls, the hole in his chest welling up with something that is probably despair but feels like anger. “Just. Fuck off. I already said I was fine.” 

“On trauma? Non. On losing people you loved?” His eyes get this weird faraway look in them that Mista doesn’t like. It’s too serious. The man lives in a turtle. “Do you think you are the only person who has lost their family?” 

“It’s different--” 

“It is not,” he snaps, and Mista’s eyes go wide. “You do not… how much do you know about me? Who I am?” 

He shrugs, suddenly a little uncomfortable. “You work for that foundation that deals with stands, you’re French, and you were part of the team that killed Giorno’s vampire dad in 1988.” 

“And do you think,” Polnareff asks, voice deceptively even, and Mista feels like he’s really missing something here, “that everyone who faced DIO survived the encounter?” 

“Well, I kinda doubt it, but…” Realization dawns on him and he feels like he might actually be the world’s worst person. Ever. “Oh. I’m sorry.” 

The older man looks exasperated, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face even though Mista has just directly implied that he doesn’t know jack shit about what Mista’s going through even though he really, definitely does. “Pas de souci, you did not know. You could have made an educated guess, but I do not necessarily expect that of you.” 

“Hey!” 

“I am joking. See, Mista, I am doubly the expert on this because I have lost people twice over. I once lost the same person twice, even,” he says, with the intonation implying that this is supposed to be some sort of joke but it just makes Mista feel really fucking bad, which was maybe the actual intention the whole time. “It is okay to be sad. To miss them. Giorno will not think less of you for it.” 

They’re both silent for a while before Mista’s brain-to-mouth filter finally fails him and he blurts out, “Who was it?” 

“Hm?”

“Who was it that died,” he repeats sheepishly. “I don’t know a lot about the mission to kill DIO. I don’t even--I still don’t one hundred percent believe that Giorno’s dad is a vampire from a hundred years ago.”

Polnareff huffs out a small laugh, folding his arms over his chest. “I admit that if I had not faced the man myself I would find it difficult to believe as well. As for who it was… well. We had called ourselves the Crusaders, because we thought our cause quite righteous, and because Jotaro did not find it very funny at all when we did so. There were… six of us, in the end. Five humans and one dog.

“And it is still difficult to talk about this, even though it has been nearly 25 years since I lost them. It has been even longer since I lost my sister. It gets easier to miss them, over time. But in the beginning, I did not think I would ever be able to say their names again,” he says quietly, and Mista finds himself leaning in. “There were six of us, yes. Myself, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Kakyoin Noriaki, Muhammed Avdol, and Iggy. Iggy was this horrible little bastard dog who ended up with a stand and got sent along with us when we reached Egypt.”

Mista has heard of Jotaro Kujo and Joseph Joestar--and obviously, he’s heard of Polnareff--though it’s very recent, and little information has been shared. They’re related to Giorno, technically, maybe, kind of. Kujo is the one who sent someone to find Giorno. The other three he’s never heard anyone mention. 

The Frenchman continues, “I think I was luckier than you were. Luckier than Mr. Joestar, certainly. I only had to watch one of them die.” Mista lets out a soft gasp at that. “Well. I had watched one of those three die already, so maybe I was only spared the hardship of watching one of them.”

“You don’t have to tell me this--”

“Hush. I am proving a point. We went into Cairo knowing that we were not safe. Expecting that we were not going to survive, but our resolve to kill DIO was so strong that we were not afraid. We are all fearless in the face of death when you have watched your friend come back from it already, of course.” He sighs. “And we had just gotten Kakyoin back from the hospital, too. He had been gone for so long… but we entered the manor, and Avdol had said to me, ‘Polnareff, do not try to save me. I am not going to save you. One of us needs to make it out alive.’ I agreed because he was right. Saving me is what nearly got him killed the first time. And then we are exploring, and suddenly he yells my name, pushes me out of the way, and is gone.” Polnareff laughs somewhat bitterly. “My back was turned. I did not watch him die. It was so fast I would not have been able to. There was no body to bury, either. He was simply gone.

“And then the dog--the dog I despised, who had been nothing but awful to me the entire journey--he sacrifices himself to keep me alive. He uses the last of his energy to keep me from being killed by the man who killed Avdol, and I am thinking the whole time, do I even deserve this?” 

Mista is taken aback by how raw the emotion is in Polnareff’s voice, something he never expected from the goofy older man who always seemed to take situations a little less seriously than he should. He also--he gets it. Being funny is easier than being honest with yourself. “That sucks,” he says, rather eloquently. “I can’t imagine someone just being there and then… not.” 

“Mm. But Avdol and Iggy knew what they were getting into, to some extent. They were adults, as much as you can consider a dog an adult, I suppose. Kakyoin was not, for all he acted like one sometimes. He was barely seventeen.” Polnareff looks up from where he’s been staring at the wood grain in the table at those words as if he knows Mista is going to recoil at them. Barely seventeen. “I wasn’t there to watch him die. I didn’t even see the body. Jotaro never did either, and I think that hurt him very much, in the same way that Avdol vanishing hurt me. To not have anything left of them.” He clears his throat, eyes darting back down. “But Mr. Joestar was there. DIO had carved a hole straight through Kakyoin, but he used his last bit of strength to tell Mr. Joestar what DIO’s stand did.” Mista’s cheeks are wet with tears. He doesn’t know when that happened, but he does know that what Polnareff is describing sounds a lot like Abbacchio’s death, and also Narancia’s, and Bucciarati’s, and he just--he really fucking misses them. “Without his sacrifice… without Avdol’s, and Iggy’s… we would all be dead now. But that is little comfort when you are laying in a hospital bed and thinking about the fact that they are dead and you are not.”

“I really miss them,” Mista voices out loud this time, not expecting the choked way it comes out. “I really, really miss them. It doesn’t get better, does it? This. Feeling like this.” 

Polnareff shrugs loosely. “I cannot say. But you know what makes it less painful, at least a little bit?” 

“What?”

“Talking to someone.” He gestures above them. Mista’s gaze snaps up to where a shocked Giorno is standing, wide eyes transfixed on the tears rolling down Mista’s face. He’s standing next to Mista in the turtle before he knows it. Polnareff smiles a little before saying, “Don Giovanna, I apologize, but I don’t think I’ll be able to attend our meeting today. Something else came up.”

“That’s alright, Polnareff. We… we can reschedule.” Giorno inches toward Mista slowly, as if he’s not sure whether or not he’s allowed to get any closer. “Please let me know when would work best for you.” 

He nods, still looking between Mista and Giorno. “I will.” 

Giorno grabs Mista’s hand and yanks him back out of the turtle just before Mista closes the gap between them, crushing the young Don in a hug. “Dude, I know I’m supposed to be playing it real cool as your right-hand man, but I really fucking miss the rest of the team and is it okay if we’re just Giorno and Mista today? I kinda need my best friend right now,” he asks, voice still thick and cloudy with tears. They are best friends, at this point. Inexorably bonded by horrible experiences and a dream. 

Giorno returns the hug just as tightly and buries his face in Mista’s sweater since that’s the height that he’s at. Christ, he’s so young. “Okay. I can do that. Do you want to talk?” 

“Right now? No. Right now, this is okay,” he says, mostly into the top of Giorno’s head. “But. Later, maybe.” 

“Later,” Giorno agrees. “I’m sorry I never--” 

“Don’t,” Mista interrupts him firmly. “I also didn’t say shit. We’re all doing kinda bad right now.” 

He hums into Mista’s chest, not moving. His familiar doughnut-shaped hair is weirdly comforting. “What did you and Polnareff talk about?” 

“He… gave me some advice. Said that maybe keeping all this shit bottled up was a bad idea. Told me a story. That kinda stuff.” 

“Must have been some story.” 

Mista huffs. “Sure fucking was.” 

They’re silent for a while, still hugging each other tight before Giorno speaks up from where his head is still buried in Mista’s sweater. “You know you can talk to me, right? I didn’t realize it was hurting you so badly.”

“Course it is. Probably gonna hurt me for the rest of my life, GioGio. But you know, it’s not so bad,” he says, resting his chin on top of Giorno’s head. “I’ve got you, don’t I?”

“What am I, chopped liver?” someone else asks from the doorway of the conference room they’d placed the turtle in. Mista looks up to see Trish leaning against the doorframe, hand on her hip. She’s traded out her pink and orange outfit for a black and white one, with gold accents, and. Well. There’s no question where her color scheme came from, and it makes Mista’s heart ache. “Got a call from the boss saying I might be needed today, but I wasn’t expecting this!”

“Wasn’t planned,” Giorno murmurs, finally disentangling himself from Mista. “I originally wanted you two here to investigate a new stand user that’s apparently cropped up in Sicily, but…” he trails off, glancing back up to Mista’s tear-streaked face. “I think the three of us should talk about what happened with Diavolo.”

Trish frowns, shutting the door behind her as she takes in the two of them. “Is there something wrong? Did he get out of the loop?”

“No! No, nothing like that,” he reassures her. “It has come to my attention that maybe we have not communicated about the effects of the battle as well as we could have and I would like to remedy that.” 

“Is there some sort of lingering--”

“He wants to talk about our feelings, Trish,” Mista interrupts, because Giorno’s clearly not getting the point across. “Shit, man, I talked to turtle man and he made me realize that maybe I’ve not been doing so hot recently.” 

Her face crumples and she reaches over to place a hand on his arm. “Oh, Mista .” 

“It’s--okay, well, I was going to say it’s fine but it’s really not fine. Um. I just--” he starts and stops over and over again, unable to find the words to phrase this thing that’s been building up in his chest since he saw Abbacchio’s body on the beach. “I really fucking miss my family.” 

Trish looks up at him with sad eyes--not pity, never pity, she has seen him through too much now to call it pity --and says, “Of course you do. It’s…” She sighs, then takes a seat on the floor right in front of him. “Come on. If we’re doing this, we’re doing this properly.” 

Giorno looks at Mista, who shrugs and follows suit, then takes a seat on the ground himself. How ridiculous they must look, the Don and his right-hand man sitting on the floor alongside the former boss’s daughter, all in their nicest day clothes. Giorno’s wearing a fucking suit. Trish has three-inch heels on. Mista’s carrying a gun, for fuck’s sake, and here they are having a feelings circle on the floor of a conference room. 

Goddamnit, he loves them so much. 

“So,” Giorno says, all businesslike, “I wanted to apologize, first of all--” 

“Gio, please .” Trish dismisses him with a wave of her hand. “I walked in here and you were crying all over Mista. Let’s skip the ‘I’m in charge here’ part, why don’t we?”

He looks a little cowed, which Mista personally thinks is the appropriate reaction to most of Trish’s requests, mafia boss or not. “Right. Sorry. I just wanted to say I’m sorry, Mista, because I’m sure there’s not been enough time to properly grieve and part of that is my fault for how many missions I’ve been assigning you. I…” Giorno huffs out a small puff of air, staring down at the floor in front of him. “I forget that it’s different for you. Abbacchio, Bucciarati, Narancia, even Fugo, because you lost him too, in a way… they were like your family, yes? And while I cared for them, I did not have the time with them that you did. I cannot imagine what it’s like to watch someone you felt like you owed your entire life to die.”

“And not even realize they had died,” Trish mutters under her breath. “I’m still a little mad about that, just so you know. I wish you had told us.” 

“It didn’t feel like the time,” he responds, but his tone is apologetic. “Still, I am sorry. It was painful for me too, even if it wasn’t the same.”

Mista scoffs. “This isn’t a competition, Gio, we’re all allowed to be fucked up about it.” All three of them are quiet for a moment before he speaks up again and says, “Did you know Abbacchio and Bucciarati were gonna get married one day?”

“No, I had no idea!” Trish says in hushed tones while Giorno looks genuinely confused. “I thought something was going on there, but I didn’t think it was that serious.”

“I didn’t even know something was going on,” Giorno admits, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Well, I don’t know if it was really serious,” he can feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes again, ‘cause they’ll never get the chance to actually get married, he’ll never get to tease the two of them again, call them Mom and Dad when their backs are turned, “and I don’t have a really good idea of what romance is, but they were in love, y’know? The rest of us used to give them shit for it constantly. And Narancia, we used to call him their kid, ‘cause Fugo and I, I was older and we were cooler but Narancia really latched on to them and--and I used to tease him for it so much and I wish I’d gotten a chance to tell him that I loved him because he was my fucking little brother and I never got to tell him that !”

He’s fully crying now, but Trish has moved from her seat on the floor to kneel next to him and put her arms around him and Giorno has followed suit, and the three of them are having a group hug on the floor of a conference room. Fucking hell. 

“If it helps,” Trish says, her voice barely above a whisper, “I spent a lot of time with Narancia and Bucciarati in that turtle, and… they knew. They all knew, Mista, and they really loved you too. I wish I’d gotten a chance to be a part of that family for longer because you guys were so good to each other.”

Giorno makes a soft noise that Mista can't quite place. “I agree. I could tell you loved them. I’m sure they could too.” 

“I just wish I’d gotten to say it one last time, you know?” He laughs wetly. “I spent all that time making fun of Narancia and teasing Abbacchio and Bucciarati--”

“But who’s to say that wasn’t just your way of saying you loved them?” Giorno counters. “Plenty of people like to tease each other in a familial way. You and Trish do it all the time.” 

“And I do love you, Mista, even if you are kind of gross,” she says, which gets all of them laughing a little. “And I love Giorno too! But I promise, if we could tell you loved them, I’m certain they could too.”

He smiles a little, head resting against Trish’s hair. “Thanks, you two. And while I’m here… I love you guys too. You’re my fucking family now, like it or not.” 

“I love you too,” Giorno says, much softer than anything he’d previously said. “Thank you. For being there.” 

Trish pulls back, grinning wildly despite the fact that her eyes are shining with unshed tears. “Hey, Giorno, I know you have important mafia stuff to do, but as the former boss’s daughter and your best friend, Trish, I am hereby requesting that you cancel all of that and the three of us have a movie night tonight instead. I think we could use it.”

He cracks a smile at that. “Only if you’ll paint my nails for me,” he says, and the thick fog of sadness still lingering throughout the room is lightened just a little. 

“I think I can make that work,” she responds as Mista laughs. “Don’t laugh, Mista! I’m doing yours too!” 

“No, Giorno has to do mine, and I’ll do yours! It’s only fair!” 

And the thing in Mista’s chest gets a little bit smaller. 

“You’re going to be horrible at it!” 

“I am not! ”

And maybe, just maybe, things will be okay for the three of them.

#jjba #my writing #fanfiction #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #jojo part 5 #giorno giovanna #guido mista #trish una #jean pierre polnareff #that team as family type shit #one of these days i will let the part 5 gang be happy! not today tho #forgot to post this one when i posted the other one. whoops #jojo fanfic

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Team Bucciarati Home HCs!

How would their homes look like?

Guido Mista🔫

His house probably wouldn’t be that big or have a lot of things, but would somehow still be messy anyways. He’d also be in denial about how messy it is.

The main culprit of it all? Random things just piled up in random places. Mista’s probably the type of guy to put something down and completely forget about it.

I could imagine Bruno coming over to his apartment and just trying to help him clean up as much as possible while scolding the hell out of him in the process

“Jesus Christ Mista! How could you let your place get like this?” “Oh come on Bucciarati, it isn’t THAT bad!”

Sex Pistols are responsible for half of the mess, especially number 3. Destructive lil bitches

But once the place is clean it’d actually look really nice and rustic! Wooden wall panels, carpeted floors, etc

Yes mista and Sex Pistols will probably mess it up again

Narancia Ghirga 🌼

He’d probably live with one of the team members and split the chores with them, so his living space wouldn’t be that bad overall

But Narancia would spend lots of times trying to get out of the chores or bribe someone into doing it for them.

I can also see him having a LOT of posters and also video games just scattered all over his room. And yes, he’d never let anybody play on his gaming console. Including Mista, which ironically shows the most interest in it.

“Come on Narancia just let me play on the console for 15 minutes!” “No way man, buy your own!”

Bruno would def make them share like the good momma he is

Narancia would also hold on to a lot of things that he literally doesn’t need whatsoever, but will still keep them because it looks cool. Like, no Nara you don’t need an entire set of miniature airplanes!!

Bruno Bucciarati 🤐

Bruno prides himself in keeping up appearances. We can see this in the way he treats and decorates his home. He’ll have sculptures, paintings, and a lot of antique things in his home most likely passed down from his family.

The home would be pretty neat in general, maybe some misplaced items here and there but nothing noticeable.

Even though his home is very warm and welcoming, I don’t see Bruno inviting anyone over. Being the capo of a highly influential criminal organization puts a huge target on his back, and he can’t risk having anyone follow him to where he rests his head.

He DEFINITELY encourages his teammates to do the same thing as a safety measure. But considering that majority of them are angsty teenagers, he probably knows a good chunk of them won’t listen.

Giorno Giovanna ⭐️

Ah my lovely golden boi! Giorno’s place would be clean also. Before becoming the don, his dorm lacked a lot of decoration in VA. I could imagine that once he gets access to all of the riches and property that Passione brings him, Giorno would probably splurge more on designer items to decorate his home in.

He’d also have a lot of greenery around his house as well. I see Giorno being a huge plant dad, even having his own private garden that he’d stroll through to clear his head (as a don obvi)

Giorno is a pretty neat person in general, so mess wouldn’t be too much of a concern before or after becoming a Don. If anything being a Don would make any messes easier to deal with, hiring a maid or cleaning service to just clean up for him.

Surprisingly I could see Giorno actually being more open to inviting people over than Bruno, and by that I mean mainly networking with other powerful figures in Passione. Even throwing dinner parties as well! But the people that are invited are very important people, and are in likely in tight-knit groups. He could also probably afford to have guests escorted to and from his place as well. Before becoming a don, he probably never had much people over.

Leone Abbacchio 🫖

His house would be a mix of messy and neat. Abbacchio would probably want to be productive and tidy his house, but if it’s taking a long time and he just came home from a long ass mission, he’d just give up halfway and neglect/ignore it until he builds up more energy which is literally me in a nutshell but anyways

He wouldn’t really invite anyone over, not because he can’t but because he just doesn’t want to. Abbacchio is very much like a cat, he likes naps, peace and quiet, and is grumpy. I could also say that these are reasons he probably wouldn’t have roommates either. He doesn’t like dealing with other people and the issues that come with them.

I don’t think he’d have much decorations outside of some photos? But his house would be pretty moody and have a lot of dark neutral colors. And yes, he’d definitely have those lil LED light strips on his walls too (if they existed in 2001 ofc)

Pannacotta Fugo 🍰

I can see Fugo’s home being tidy, like eerily tidy. He seems to be the type of person that would be easily bothered with filthy or unhygienic things, so he’d most likely stay on top of his chores unless he were to come back from a long mission and needed to relax.

Similar to Abbacchio I don’t see him having a lot of decorations either? Fugo would probably feel no need to have a decorated house and prefer to keep things minimalistic. Now this man would have a lot of books, and I mean a lot. Textbooks, notebooks, or just reading books honestly. Mainly to preoccupy/entertain himself tbh.

Fugo doesn’t have many people over but wouldn’t be outright unwilling to invite people. He’d invite maybe Narancia to help him study. Even Bruno or Giorno if they really had a reason to go over there. But he’d get very upset if anyone were to cause damage to any of his possessions ( which is why he doesn’t let Mista go over there lmaoo)

For some reason I could also see Fugo having a tiny aquarium in his house with pet goldfish. It just seems like something he’d have, just to be able to watch the little fishes swim around peacefully after a long day would definitely bring Fugo joy. He’d probably even name them after his favorite author or something (which would be so cute byee)

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[This is for @mrsgiovanna event. Bria, I hope you like it]

[Tag: Giorno x Bria (the year is 2003)]

[Prompt:]

"Are you... Wearing my shirt?"

Bria looked to the side for a moment and said "Yeah...?"

"It looks like a dress on you" he smirked, crossing his arms and gazing at the petite girl. Since his 16 years old, Giorno has been getting slowly closer (physically) to the other Joestar men of the family. Sometimes, when they went to sleep together, Bria wore his shirts.

"And so?"

"Nothing. It just looks so adorable on you." He spoke softly when he went toward her direction

"You know what else is adorable?"

"Oro?"

"Him too." She said as she put her hands around his waist, looking up at him. Being shorty has it's perks "I actually meant those cat ears of yours~"

"Cat ears?" The raven haired girl stood in the point of her feet to gently touch his hair that has a part that resembles like a cat "Oh... Come here, then!" He picked her up, making the young lady yelp for a second until she started bursting out laugh.

Soon, both were on the majestic bed, laughing and Giorno was already attacking Bria's neck with kisses "Giogio, it tickles!"

When Bria met Giorno in his life, she didn't expected to have such a huge importance in the golden boy's life. And both can agree that love is something unexpected. It is slowly built, even though when you see that person for the very first time your heart races, your pupils dilate, cheeks blushing. For Giorno and Bria, it was the best feeling in the world finding someone who was not only their romantic partner but best friends.

Sometimes, they wonder if they had never met in live. What a strange scenario would be for everyone.

"GIOGIO, STOP! AHAHA! I surrender!"

"Ah, yes. The almighty boss caught you~" only she was allowed to see that more playful side of his more often.

"Come on, I am the true boss around here~"

"The boss of mafia? Hmm, kinda far. But boss of my heart? Definetly"

"Come here~" cupping gently his face with her soft hands, pulled him closer to a tender kiss. Her lips tasted like cherry lip balm. But for the leaf green eyed boy, it was only heaven.

"Oi, don?" A voice has broke their mood, turning their heads to the door direction. Mista. All he saw was Giorno on top of Bria and that made the older one smirk "Giorno, you sly horny dog"

"Look who is talking" both answered at the same time.

"I have pedigree" said as he pretended to flip his fake long hair (he was wearing the classic hoodie. Mista's hair is hidden).

"Sure. And no shame on your face on appearing like that" Bria replied

"I'd give these relatory for the two of you but since Bria was such a meanie..."

"Give me that" Giorno got off Bria and grabed Mista's paper, taking a quick analysis, in their bed "Oh. One more job successful. Great job for the squad who did it though."

The gunslinger nodded "By the way, there will be a formal ball requiring your presence, Giorno. Yours as well, Bria. It will be next week."

"Do you know who invited us?" She asked.

"It's in Siccily. The answer is quite obvious."

Giorno sighed, leading his fingers to his forehead "What have I done to recieve that guy in my life...?"

"Don't worry, amore mio. I guess he just wants to deal with you about something important."

"I do hope so, princess... You're dismissed, Mista, thank you."

"And Bria, that tone of pink doesn't look good of you. It looks way bette on me"

"Mista, you have FOUR seconds to run before I throw this pillow on you." She picked up a small pillow just to tease him.

"Why do you have to be like this?" That's all he has said before he left swearing at his unlucky number.

"We will go, Bri. But I don't trust that guy so close to you."

"Aaawn, Gio! I'm all yours and you know that!"

"I know, dolcezza. But what if he tries something you don't want? That's what I fear?"

"If he had tried something with, do you think I'd let it quiet?" She comforted him by gently interwining her fingers through the golden hair "It's alright."

"If you say so..." he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

#Giorno Giovanna x Bria Adal #fanfic with friends OC's #Giorno event by mrsgiovanna 2023

[kelenia]

Family reunion

#yes Don giorno is important to me #jjba #jjba part 6 #jjba part 5 #jolyne joestar #giorno giovanna #jojos bizzare adventure fanart #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind #jojos bizarre adventure #jolyne cujoh #kelenia #my drawings #anime #manga #stone ocean

[mrsgiovanna]

Separation anxiety (Don Giorno x Wife! Reader)

Cute scenario requested by a nonnie mouse, prepping their child for their first day of school 🥺 so soft.

TW: Giorno’s past is alluded to but not mentioned, brief description of separation anxiety.

Word count : 1k

You had been prepping your little ray of sunshine for his first day of “big school” for the past two weeks, and today was the day to assess the fruits of your labor- between visiting the school for various PTA meetings, inspecting the facilities, and getting to know the other parents and children, you were hoping you had done enough to quell the little boy’s anxieties. Kneeling in front of Giordano, you buttoned up the crisp white shirt of his uniform and started to brush his hair, stopping every now and again to survey your efforts.

“Good morning amore, and Giogio! How is my big boy doing today?” Leaving you as you were- frozen- brush hanging in midair, the little scamp rushes off into his father’s arms.

“You’re bribing him aren’t you? Sneaking him chocolates or something? Rude…”

A sharp exhale from Giorno was enough of a reaction to your poutiness, to draw out a small giggle from you as well.

“Will you come to school with me today, papa?” Giordano’s tiny voice capturing both yours and Giorno’s attention as you exchanged a glance not entirely knowing how to answer without letting the boy down.

“Well, mommy and I will both take you there and we’ll come back to fetch you the very minute you’re done,” explained Giorno as he sat the worried child on his knee.

“W-wait, y-you’re not staying?” Stuttered your son, bottom lip already quivering at the thought.

“We’re not allowed to stay with you Giogio, they don’t allow mommies and daddies to learn all the cool things they teach you guys,”

“Yes tesorino, papa is right, and all your friends will be there, and you’ll be learning to play all the instruments, remember, its Musical Monday,”

With a furrowed brow and a shaky lip, Giordano quietly nodded, still preoccupied by the prospect of being left on his own. Giorno watched his son closely as you got him ready for school, lovingly playing little games with him to set his mind at ease. Your husband admired how gently you handled the nervous child, whispering affirmations of praise at how well he was behaving, and how brave he was being. He was overcome by a swirl of emotions he didn’t quite know how to describe- a nostalgic feeling- but for events that hadn’t occurred in his own life. The young don blamed it on how much his son resembled his former self, to the extent that he felt as if he was staring at the child version of himself, the only tell being the generally happier disposition of this child, attributed entirely to how loved he was.

“If we don’t leave now, we’re going to be late my love… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you placed your hand on Giorno’s cheek, drawing him back to the present, he returned your gesture by pressing a soft kiss into your palm.

“I’m fine my love, sorry I spaced out for a moment. You take little Gio to the car so long, I’ll bring out his things,” suggested Giorno. While you bundled the little boy into the car, his father attached the tiny little velociraptor toy that he became especially attached to, to his bag, reading somewhere that these small comfort items helped with separation anxiety. Along the drive to school you opted to sit in the back while Giorno drove himself, not wanting to attract too much attention he had his guards following at a respectable distance. Even though this school was one of the best in the country, he wanted little Gio to have as normal a schooling career as possible, seeking to create the best possible childhood for his precious boy.

“We’re here tesorino,” you and Giorno flanked the boy as you slowly approached the awaiting teacher. His anxiety increasing with each step, he suddenly came to a stop and hid behind his father, a few stifled tears running down his face.

“I don’t want you and mommy to leave me here, you’re going to forget to come back for me if you go!” Exchanging a look at how distressed your son felt, Giorno asked for a moment to speak his son on his own, so you excused yourself to go talk to his teacher.

“Giogio, you are the most important person to mama and papa, we will never forget about you. I promise, we’ll be back for you a little after lunch time, okay? In the meantime, though, I have a very important job for you to do…” the young boys eyes widened, enthralled by the mellow sound of his father’s voice.

“I promised mama I was going to draw her a picture, but I’m just no good… not nearly as good as you are, will you draw it for me? She will be so happy. It needs to be the best picture you’ve ever drawn. Can you help papa out?” The younger Gio accepted his father’s request, a smile blooming on his innocent face as he nodded emphatically. “Good, I’ll owe you one kiddo, now, let’s get going okay?”

With a gentle smile, Giorno lead his now calmer son towards where you stood and after a few more loving words, and soft hugs, he ran off with his teacher.

“What did you say to him?” you were in awe of how quickly Giorno was able to turn that situation around.

“Just the truth… and I gave him a small task to distract him… he really is his father’s son… shall we leave cara?” explained Giorno as he rested his hand on the small of your back and lead you back to the car.

“Hey, he’s my son too… there must be something of me in him…”

“Of course cara, I’m only teasing,”

“I know my love… hey, are you okay? Like really? You looked so emotional earlier on today…” you saw Giorno’s eyes widen ever so slightly, shocked that you were able to pick up on that while still being so attentive to Giordano. He looked at you with an affectionate glance, and replied, “I am now my love, everything is right in our world, I couldn’t want for anything else.”

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[abbabycchio]

I don't think any of my followers know this but I love flowers! So here is  flowers that the Bucci gang would give to you based on how they feel about you/ think of you.

Bruno Bucciarati: Since the fall of the former boss, and his reposition as the second hand to Don Giovanna, although he loves you dearly he knows it will have to be a very “long distance” secret lovers situation to ensure your safety. However he makes sure you know how much he loves and longs for you every day he lives.

Pink Camellias: Longing for you

Gardenia: Secret love

He’ll send you these flowers in a bouquet anytime he thinks of you with a note attached to remind you of his love and longing.

I long to see you again, mio fiore, there isn't a day that goes by that you aren't on my mind, your smile, your body, the way you sway to your favorite songs, the way your face contorts in pleasure when I touch you. I wish our love had blossomed sooner so I could hold you in my arms more often, hear you whisper your love into my ears, and bask in your heavenly laughter. My love, until I see you again.

-BB.

Leone Abbacchio(happy birthday baby): It’s been awhile since he’s ever felt the way he does for you, he doesn’t particularly understand what he feels for you but he knows it’s more than how he feels for anyone else, as a result he pushes his insecurities aside and tries to become the type of man who’s worthy of your love and attention.

Red Camellia: You’re a Flame in My Heart

Savory(yes it’s also the name of a spice): interest

Rather than send you flowers he’ll hand deliver them when he can. When he can’t he’ll send you a note attached to the flower to reassure you of his feelings. In person he’ll just man up and tell you aloud. (Most the time he’ll tell you these things when he’s literally busting inside you)

I fell for you not just from your appearance. I fell for you because we are best friends and I can't stop looking at you or thinking about you. I fell for you because of the way you smile, how your lips move when you speak, and how you always try to make me smile even when I don't feel like it. I fell hard for every aspect good or bad. Not just one thing.

-Leone Abbacchio.

Narancia Ghirga: He adores you, you are the most precious, important person in his life. He 100% devotes his love and affection to you and loves to remind you of that every day.

Edelweiss: Courage, devotion

Dwarf Sunflower: Adoration

 He comes to you in person, wherever you are, or whoever you’re with. With bundle of flowers and proclaims his admiration for you. 

“I do and always will adore the parts of you that you’ve forgotten to love, I devote myself to seeing you happy, to loving you. I will do anything for you, more flowers, notes, praise, bow at your feet! I don’t care, I love you and all I want is for you to love me for me back.” 

Pannacotta Fugo: He is constantly anxious he loves you but worries it won’t last, he wants to be his true self with you, wants to make you happy, he wants to set his anger aside and replace it with your love.

Red Carnation: my heart aches(these flowers are also used in funerals)

Violet: Loyalty, devotion, faithfulness, modesty

He will send these flowers to you with a note, of course you’ll call him after you read the note, thanking him for the flowers and let him really explain what exactly he’s trying to tell you. 

I may not be your first, or your last, or your only. You’ve loved before and you may love again. But I love you now, so what else matters? You’re not perfect - I’m not either, and the two of us may never be perfect together but you make me laugh, cause me to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, I’m going to hold onto you and give you the most I can. You may not be thinking about me every second of the day, but you’ve given me a part of you that I know I can break - your heart. So I won’t hurt you, won’t change you, I won’t analyze and don’t expect more than you can give. I’m gonna smile when you make me happy, I’ll let you know when you make me mad, and I’ll miss you when you’re not there.

-Pannacotta Fugo.

Giorno Giovanna: Being the Don of Passione is a hard job, he doesn’t let you out of his sight though, you’ll always be under his protection. Of course he doesn’t keep you around him 24/7 you are your own person with your own life. But the moment he knew he was in love with you he swore to protect you.

Red Salvia: Forever mine

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Using GER he’s able to make these flowers blossom around your home, practically encasing you in his love. But he also uses this flower wall as defence against any of his enemies that would dare use you against him.

What is it that draws me to you? My cheek against yours, so smooth and warm. Breathing your heavy scent. Your lips so soft and firm, the kiss seemingly lasting forever. So strong and overpowering. I find it hard to resist. The desire, the craving. To be near you, to touch your face, to kiss those lips, to hold you in my arms. I wonder if you feel the same, is the desire a strong? Each time you speak to me my heart melts. I wonder if, for you I have withered and died. Like the last weeks rose. Petals falling around the vase, like the memories of stolen moments. Fragments of a dream. My dream. Of your kiss that lasts forever.

- Giorno Giovanna.

Guido Mista: He’s surprisingly deep, he loves you, and you know it. You have since day one, and he’ll keep telling you until the day he dies. You are on his mind constantly. Every special, passionate moment, every laugh, cry, moan. Every single one of his thoughts are on you, and your future together.

Red Chrysanthemum: I love you

Blue Salvia: I think of you

He’ll show up at your door and give you the flowers, he’ll then sit you down inside and tell you everything that’s on his mind. He’s the type that thinks this is too intimate of an exchange and would rather it be a private moment for the two of you.

“I never thought I’d like you this much. And I never planed to have you on my mind this often. I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms. I feel like we’ve known each other our whole lives. I don’t think I’ve ever connected with another human the way I have with you. When I look into your eyes, that’s when I feel it. That’s sudden sense of hope. You give me hope. You make things okay. No one else can do that for me but you. You are special. Believe me when I say I always think of you no matter how busy I am no matter what I’m doing, my brain is constantly thinking of you. I don’t know where my life is going, but I hope I get there with you.”

Trish Una: It took awhile for her to truly fall in love with you, she doesn't say I love you a lot, mostly because she wants to say it a the perfect times, when the love is so strong that she physically can't hold it back. 

Red Tulip: Passion, declaration of love

Heliotrope: Eternal love, devotion. 

She’ll leave it at your door step and text you the note along with it. You’ll probably catch her peeking around the corner watching you read the text.

The more I see you my love, the more I fall for you. With each passing night and day, my love has only grown. Since the time I met you, I knew it was you. Why do I feel so passionate when I am with you? I love you so much. You are the reason why I breathe, you are my only solitude. Thank you for coming in my life, thank you for taking all of my troubles and showing me the light, thank you for giving me a reason to smile. I always glow when you are with me.

-Trish.

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[honeytea8]

hello Miss Shay!! I'm so happy to see that your requests are open again 💖 can I ask for hcs for how the Bucci Gang tries to make a ~*move*~ on their crush? like, would Mista be the kind of guy to nonchalantly swing his arm around them? would Narancia straight up go for a kiss?? l;akdjf I hope this makes sense, I'd just love to see more mushy hcs on their shenanigans 🥺 ty and have a gr8 day!!

Toya, my love! This was so fun to write!! Thank you for the request, more mushy HC’s coming right up, just for you 😌❤️

Bruno Bucciarati

OKAY, I can totally see Bruno “making his move” by consistently checking on you and asking whether you’ve eaten or if you are hungry. 🤣🤣

He’s very subtle with it too, and somehow always manages to convince you to go to lunch or dinner with him.

Literally, you will not suspect a thing because he has this way of phrasing his offers that make it sound not as they are.

Bruno isn’t smooth with it, per-se, but he’s very honest, almost blunt?

I also think Bruno’s one hell of a conversationalist so he’ll interact with you quite easily, maintaining the flow of conversation and keeping up the eye contact, always.

Essentially, it’ll go down like this, “You didn’t eat much this morning. Care to join me for lunch?” He’ll smile as he offers his elbow for you to take.

You’ll be agreeing before it even hits you that he’s asking you out! 😂

Leone Abbacchio

He’ll share his music to you, either by letting you borrow a CD or giving you an earbud to listen along with him.

Don’t know why, but I just feel like Abba’s music is quite personal to him, so for him to share it with you is akin to him outright confessing.

And he’ll definitely want to know what you think of it, and will be eager to hear your thoughts about his favorites.

I don’t see him as the smooth or slick type either. If anything his compliments always sound somewhat backhanded.

Abba just can’t help but sound critical when in reality he’s trying to be nice. He’s too self conscious to be as direct as he’d like to be.

He may even get a bit frustrated if you can’t tell by his actions that he’s putting the moves on you lmao

“What, you think I just share my music with anybody? You’re the only one getting special treatment, y/n.”

Pannacotta Fugo

Way too shy to make a move on his own, and will likely choose to ignore his feelings until given a push from one of the others.

When he does make his move, it’ll be in his own kind of way.

(Over his dead body will he ever do any of the stupid things suggested by Mista and Narancia 😂)

Similar to Abbacchio, I can see Fugo making his move by sharing something he considers important to him, and then watching to see whether you enjoy it as much as he does 🥺

It could be a book he’s read or a podcast he likes to listen to.

Essentially, Fugo opening up more would be his way of making his move.

The romantic stuff would come later on when he’s more confident, but this would be his first step.

Guido Mista

WITH JOKES!

I can totally see him saying something like “It would be crazy if we went on a date this weekend ahaha..... unless? 👀”

Out of everyone, he’s the most obvious, you’d probably realize his crush on you before he even would, that’s how blatant it is 😂

I totally agree with you, he’ll be quite touchy.

Either by tossing an arm over your shoulder or by touching your hand when he wants to get your attention.

It’s safe to say that you would be hard pressed not to see through his “moves”. Guido Mista is far from subtle!

He’s also quite big on compliments, he will lay on the praise very thick until you get the hint.

Narancia Ghirga

The second it hits Nara that he likes you in a “more than friends” kind of way, he cannot keep that energy bottled up.

Out of everyone, he makes his move the quickest and in the second most grandiose way (the first being Giorno 😂)

He will actually try to woo you.

He’s seen enough movies to know that most people get flowers and chocolates for their dates/crushes. So he’ll do that and then confess to you (possibly in the most public way).

“Hey, y/n, um th-these are for you!” *thrusts a bouquet into your face* “Do you like them?!”

Nara will be nervous, but not enough to hold back, he’s very “all or nothing” and tends to put everything on the line in one definitive moment.

He’s genuine to the bone!

Don Giorno Giovanna

Casanova in the flesh.

He’s the only one I HC as smooth, but it’s only because he watches people very closely and not because he has any real experience.

That being said, Giorno is very charming, yes, but when it comes to you, he’ll be a tiny bit nervous.

Not so much of your rejection, but that a confession may alter your relationship should you refuse him.

He will probably just be himself, with only a little bit extra flirting to show you he’s interested.

If you reciprocate, expect to be on the receiving end of some grand gestures, courtesy of the gangster prince himself.

Private rooftop, candle lit dinners overlooking the beautiful city of Naples, checkmate!

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[fascination-street-writing]

Once You Loved Her - Now You’ve Lost Her | Yan!Pannacotta Fugo x F!Reader

Pangs of familiarity fill Fugo’s heart, in the way that Mista looks at you, because it is how you used to gawk at the strawberry blonde man himself, when you were both still young. As if he were a spring and you a parched disciple.

For skully-greg: Who suggested an angsty piece featuring Pannacotta Fugo

Content Warnings: Not S/F/W Content, Yandere Behaviors, Implied Child Abuse, Implied Non-Con, Past Underage Relationship, & Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics

It is raining again.

Pannacotta Fugo sighs, releasing the breath that he has held in for far too long. He does not bother to avoid the puddles on the sidewalk. The soles of his shoes are already ruined. In the distance, the clock tower chimes as morning turns to noon. Church bells ring – the sounding of a wedding, no doubt. Though, it is a particularly dreary day for one.

He can see it all. An ivory lace gown and a black silk tuxedo. Baby’s-breath and roses. Candles on the altars. Matrimony – everything he might have had if life was more forgiving. Alas, his stomach curls at the thought, and so he forces his mind elsewhere. First, to the file tucked beneath his arm, which he must deliver to Don Giovanna before the day ends. Then, to the faint rumbling in his belly that reminds him of his promise to get tea with Sheila; never mind the matter wherein there is another woman whom he would much rather divulge in menial conversations with, over two saucers of earl grey.

It is you he has lost.

He passes the boutiques that you had so many times begged him to accompany you to. He never said yes, because he always felt that there were far more important things to do than to waste money on clothing (it simply reminds him too much of his parents, always so preoccupied with appearances) – and so you went alone. A street vendor selling elaborate bouquets hoists a tarp over his stall to protect his wares from the unrelenting storm. Fugo had once thought to buy you flowers – he refrained, as he knew they would die within the week.

A head of hair the color of yours catches his attention. He stops.

Through the display window of L’Abito di Fiori, he watches, helpless, as you lift a dress shirt made of pressed cotton to the torso of Guido Mista. The hanger dangles from your grasp as you gauge the shirt’s sizing to his body – and his eyes fall to your face, taking in the expression of determination that sweeps your brow. Pangs of familiarity fill Fugo’s heart, in the way that Mista looks at you, because it is how you used to gawk at the strawberry blonde man himself, when you were both still young.

As if he were a spring and you a parched disciple.

You bat away the dress shirt and offer Mista another; one that is slimmer and formfitting. Fugo has almost forgotten the occasion. It is an occasion indeed, as in no other circumstance might Mista give quite so much care about his uniform: Don Giovanna’s compleanno gala is nearly upon you all.

You say something to Mista that is unintelligible to Fugo, though by the way the chocolate-brown eyed man smiles, he knows it is nothing good. The long-forgotten, youthful rage within him has become an acquaintance as of late – a rekindling of something that ought to have gone away. The file snaps in his grasp. Pages upon pages of the report that took him a month to compose and organize scatter amongst the puddles.

Fugo stares at the ruin and sighs. Fishing his cellphone out from his pocket, he dials Don Giovanna’s number. Tea with Sheila will have to wait - not that he minds.

“Buon pomeriggio, Fugo,” the young Don speaks. Years of strain weigh heavily on his tone. “I was just about to call you – Monsieur Polnareff is getting impatient waiting for your report. How soon can you be here?”

“Ah, about that, Giorno. Mie scuse, but there’s been an incident . . .”

Il Libeccio is quiet, though perhaps since it is far too early in the day to be patronized. You and Fugo peer over the menu, as if something new might strike your fancy. In all honesty, you have committed it to memory; still, it makes for a good way to pass the time. Unreciprocated teasing glances are thrown his way. Unreciprocated, that is, until he grins only slightly – enough to be noticed by you before the corners of his lips fall.

You are glad that none of the others are here yet. Your moments with Fugo have always been cut far too short. First as children, when he would be ushered off to his studies and you to assist your mother in her duties around his parents’ estate. Now as two teenagers pulled apart by tasks assigned from Bucciarati.

If not for Fugo, you never would have joined Passione. Though from opposite ends of the social hierarchy, it was you who kept him grounded amidst the berating and the abuse – and the same can be said of him regarding you. Trauma is indiscriminatory, and it has an interesting way of bringing two thwarted souls together. Even after everything he had endured, his thoughts were of you. Following his expulsion from the university, he came back for you. With nothing to lose, and an optimistic inkling of something to gain, you joined him.

He took you from one life and gave you another. And for that, you will always be indebted to him.

“Have you two decided?” the waitress asks. “Or perhaps a bit longer?”

She clicks the pen in her hand. Fugo does not recognize her, and he realizes she must be new. Otherwise, she would know better than to inquire before the others have even arrived. “A few more minutes, please,” he says. “Grazie."

She obliges and leaves. You place a hand over your stomach, contemplating your options. “Fugo?” He raises an eyebrow and glances in your direction. “Will you share some cake with me?”

“Maybe. What flavor?”

He is not one to spoil his appetite with sweets; however, he might indulge for you. In truth, there is not much would not do at your behest; even as a boy, he has always loved you. You hum to yourself, dragging your finger down the dessert menu. He swallows the lump in his throat. A knowing smirk graces your face as you give him your answer.

“Strawberry.”

The banquet hall has been done up rather nicely. Round tables draped with white-satin tablecloths dot the perimeter of the room, each set with six chairs and a bouquet of lilies. The hired musicians – comprised of the most desirable instrumentalists in Napoli – play a lively little jazz tune. The caterer bores over the display of desserts, ensuring that not a single plate has been moved out of line.

Seated together, Mista lifts a forkful of strawberry dolce to your mouth. It hits your tongue and melts like sugar. Don Giovanna has spared no expense in preparing his gala, and the cake is no exception. You look far too elegant, wearing that beaded sheath dress while clasping a champagne flute betwixt manicured fingers. Your mulberry lipstick stains the rim like a kiss. Without a doubt, you are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight. Mista knows this, as do the men who pass you by and let their gazes’ wander.

And so does Fugo.

“If you squeeze your glass any tighter, it’ll snap in half. God forbid you’ll hurt yourself. I’d rather not end my night with taking you to the hospital.”

He eases the grip on his goblet. The color rushes back to his knuckles. Trish sips her champagne beside him, oblivious to the fury boiling within him, but not his envy. “You can be bitter every other night of the year. Don’t be tonight. It’s Giorno’s birthday, and we spent too much money on this damned party. Please, don’t cause a scene or do anything stupid. I’m begging you, Fugo.”

He bites back a scoff, never taking his eyes off you. “I’m not ‘causing a scene,’” he insists.

Trish frowns. “No, but you’re about to. Judging by the way you were practically strangling that poor cup, I know you’re only seconds away from throttling Mista.”

“I have every right to be upset,” Fugo tells the pink-haired woman.

“No, you really don’t,” she retorts. “You should be glad she moved on. Be happy that she’s happy.”

A bit of icing sticks to your lip. Mista swipes it away with his thumb before pressing his mouth to yours for a quick kiss. To Fugo, it is a nauseating sight. “You don’t think I haven’t tried?” he demands. “It’s been absolute agony this entire time. I still love her – so much that I hate her. She’s a reminder of everything I’ve done wrong.”

“You need try harder. It’s been four years. You’re going to ruin yourself at this point.” As if he has not already. “Listen, Fugo. I probably shouldn’t tell you this. Mista’s planning on proposing to her soon. He already bought a ring. You should make things right between you and [Y/N]; don’t spend the rest of your life resenting your best friend for marrying your ex. After all, maybe this can be an incentive to get over yourself and grow up.”

With that, Trish collects her belongings and departs, leaving an emptied champagne flute as a marker of where she once sat. He hardly notices her absense; he has grown numb. Marriage. An ivory gown for you and a silk tuxedo for Mista. Baby’s breath in a bouquet and a single rose in a boutonniere for Mista. Candles on the altars lit for Mista.

Fugo recoils. The thought of you marrying anyone other than himself is a death sentence. Mista stands, having been beckoned by Don Giovanna, depriving you of a companion. There is stock in Trish’s advice – but it takes courage to follow through.

You practically ignore him when he claims Mista’s vacated seat. You refuse to meet his violet stare; the band is far more interesting, anyways. Softly, he speaks your name. “How are you?” he asks.

“Good,” you answer, short. “Perfect.”

He awaits the refrain, yet you utter nothing else. And so, he tries again. “It doesn’t seem like you’re having much fun.”

“I was, before you sat down.”

Your words sting, as if you have pierced him through the heart with a wicked blade.

“You look beautiful.” You roll your brilliant eyes. If not for Don Giovanna’s sake, you might have thrown the remainder of your drink in Fugo’s handsome face. You will settle for audaciousness instead. That is, until his fingers coil around your wrist so tight the bones may snap. He hoists you from the chair, and with little regard to your protesting – deaf to the guests who can hear nothing over the sound of jazz –, he leads you from the banquet hall. Your refusal to reciprocate the conversation would have swayed any man from pursuing you. Any man, except Fugo.

Your bed has been made, and now you must lie in it.

Your back meets the wall of the closet. Fugo braces you with his own hand, warding off the wood’s bite. The unoccupied fingers of his opposite hand reach for the hardened nub between your folds, toying you open. He feels your core tighten around his shaft and an airy moan escapes you.

It is too hot, but neither of you seem to mind it very much.

With each aching thrust, he throbs in you. You bounce against him, held up by his body that pins you in place. The hand on your back trails up to the base of your spine, threading in your hair and jerking your head away. You tingle at his bluntness. Encouraged by it, you reach for his neck and pull his face down to yours, claiming his mouth with your own.

It is sweeter than he ever imagined. Your teeth graze his plump lip. He groans as you slide your tongue in his mouth, battling for dominance. Though, as accosted by the uncomfortable angle that your head has been bent to, you have no other choice than to surrender. Incited by his little victory, Fugo relinquishes his hold and pulls out, leaving you feeling utterly empty. You whine, practically keening for his touch.

He turns you around until your chest hits the wall. His manhood, stiff and slick with your wetness, teases the crest of your behind – and he enters you again, swiftly, full of unspent energy that propels your forward. Your palms smack the surface before you, desperate for something to cling onto. You settle for the mounted coatrack. Fugo’s fingers latch onto your hips with such ferocity that bruises will be sure to form in the coming days.

Purple will look good on you, he decides, and so he grips even harder. You cry out, struggling to meet his pace. Excited, nonetheless.

“Strawberry cake, huh?” he asks between soft grunts, his voice husky.

You laugh, breathless. “I thought it might rile you up,” you tell him, confessing your intention. “I took a gamble, and it paid off.”

“It did, cara.”

He is content that you had been the one to make the first move – because he could never find the gull to do it himself. To have you writhing in ecstasy at his touch is a reverie personified and more; a newfound warmth and comfort, only for him.

The doorknob shakes. Despite Fugo’s strawberry-patterned tie fastened to the overhead rack from the handle, which acts as a makeshift barricade, you panic and push off the wall, bucking into his torso.

“P-Panni –” you whisper. He thrusts deeper, eliciting a pleasant noise from you. “We have to stop. Someone’ll hear us.”

He urges you back into place. You cry out again when he hits your sensitive depths, but he is quick to stifle your pandemonium by placing his hand over your mouth; it is dampened, clammy with sweat, just like the rest of your body and his. “You have to be quiet,” he croons in your ear. You shiver and grind against the fullness between your legs. “Can you do that for me, bella? Starai tranquilla per me?”

You nod. Fugo feeds on your eagerness, picking up his pace. Unable to contain his own moans, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your intimacy-induced musk. It is intoxicating. Not long after, you surrender to the coil in your belly – you reach your limit and come undone. Exhausted, you slump onto his torso. His hand falls from your mouth, moving to grasp the mounds of your chest.

With one last cry, he finishes, coating your walls with his release. He traces the crook of your cheek and kisses you twice more. Relationships between members of Passione are dangerous – affection is vulnerability. And yet, Fugo would give everything away to be vulnerable for you; a promise amongst many that he will not keep. In the moment, however, it makes for a pretty sentiment.

Shades of greens and violets dance throughout your vision. Content, you flash him a tired smile.

“Before we go back out, there’s something I should tell you,” you begin. “I love you, Panni. I always have.”

His heart blooms. Of course, deep down, he already knew. 

You collapse to the ground in a heap of fabric that once resembled a gown, yours knees skinning against the floors. Sore, used, and broken. The beads of the intricate embroidery scatter from being torn away in Fugo’s mood. An uncomfortable stickiness coats your inner thighs. Sobbing, you clutch the remnants of your dress, shielding yourself from the man who violated you so.

From the man whom you once adored like the moon amongst stars.

He readjusts the zipper to his trousers. Painfully, your legs vibrate. Otherwise, you might stand on your own. Noticing this, he extends his hand to you, expecting you to accept it so as to pull you to your feet. Incredulous, you smack him away, pushing yourself further adrift despite the dissent of your limbs. You have been set ablaze from the inside out.

“Get away from me,” you demand. There is not enough space on earth to satisfy your longing to distance your being and his. For a moment, you think you have hurt him – and irks you to do it again. “Ti odio, Fugo. I hate you more than anything else. Do you understand me? I hate you!”

He winces, struck by your venom; still, he holds his hand out. You would rather cast yourself from the nearest balcony than to welcome his help. His fleeting patience diminishes – before you may throw another jab his way, he has pulled you to stand, his hands nestled too tightly around your biceps. You manage to wrench yourself free and lash out. Your palm meets his face in a hurried slap. He staggers backwards, relinquishing his grip. At first, he feels nothing.

And then, pinpricks.

“[Y/N], I –”

“Save your apology for someone who cares.”

The door slams behind you. He listens until he can no longer hear the hurried sounds of your heels clacking off the marble floors. You are gone, again – to Mista or whoever else is to blame for Fugo’s loneliness. Sighing heavily, he turns to the mirror above the vanity.

He remembers a time, at the age of sixteen, when he was far too afraid of mirrors, because he never cared for the man who stared back at him. A day in Pompeii; you were so fearful for his wellbeing that you nearly fainted when he came back, bloodied and worn down.

The red handprint upon his face is nothing more than a mockery among many others to his character. He finds the object nearest to his reach: a silver drinking carafe that has been used as a vase for roses beside a candle with a smoldered wick atop a cherry-wood nightstand. Thrown from his fingers, the carafe shatters the mirror. A web of faces in mimicry of his own screams in anguish.

In his rage, he sees not red, but purple. Violent purple and harlequin motifs. Tears form in his eyes – though, to be honest, for all his time spent in utter bitterness, he has forgotten what pure unadulterated regret feels like.

It feels like it is raining again.

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[lady-wallace]

Skin Deep (JJBA) Febuwhump Day 15

For today’s @febuwhump​ prompt: "Hidden Scars”

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Giorno didn't want his team to find out like this.

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This is the final(?) piece to a little one-shot series from last year’s Febuwhump so if you want to read the others, you can find them HERE. It’s not necessary to read those before this, but you might enjoy it more if you do :)

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Giorno tried to ignore the hulking men behind him as he made his way into the office at the back of the mansion. Paccioretti was definitely living the good life, Giorno had to admit. It was no wonder he took these kinds of precautions. Still…Giorno couldn't help the slight unease he felt now that he was in the man's house. He began to regret coming to this meeting alone, despite the fact that Mista was simply waiting in the car outside.

He had agreed to it after all, going in alone. It was the only way that Paccioretti would see him face to face. Giorno suspected he was the man responsible for a sudden influx of violent, drug related crime in the city and if he were correct, he might not get out of here without a fight.

His private security opened the door to the man's office and Giorno stepped inside, eyes falling on Paccioretti himself, sitting at his desk in a dark red suit, his eyes piercing Giorno the instant he stepped in the door.

"Ah, Don Giovanna," he said, not without a hint of mocking in his voice. "I'm happy you decided to show up."

Giorno chose to ignore the tone and straightened his shoulders. "I thought we should discuss a few things in person. Particularly about some of the propositions you made recently."

"All in good time," Paccioretti said, standing up. "Your bodyguard, he's still in the car as asked?"

Giorno could feel Gold Experience shifting under his skin, obviously sensing some sort of threat from this man, but he fought against the feeling for a moment. He needed information before he took this man down. Bucciarati and Abbacchio were currently out searching for important evidence and as soon as he got a call from them, he could really start pushing Paccioretti. But until that time, he had to play cool.

"Yes, my bodyguard is outside," Giorno replied.

Paccioretti nodded, eyes skimming over Giorno too intently. "Open your coat."

Giorno froze. "Excuse me?"

The man gestured impatiently. "I want to see if you're wearing any wires."

Giorno furrowed his brow. "What does that matter? You think whatever I hear today will not be passed to my team eventually?"

"My concern is merely to make sure that no one is listening in at the moment."

"You won't take my word for it?"

Paccioretti gave a small patronizing smile. "I don't take any man's word, not even the Don of Passione. That's how I've survived this long. Now, if you would humor me please, Signore."

Giorno glowered, but humored the man. There was no point stalling for this part, despite his discomfort. He unzipped his coat and opened it slightly to reveal there were no wires taped to his chest.

Paccioretti jerked his chin to one side. "Let me see your back too."

Giorno froze, breath catching painfully in his throat. All rationality of the situation flew out the window. He could feel the scars on his back tightening, those marks of his shame. He couldn't allow himself to reveal that weakness to this man who was undoubtedly his enemy.

"I'm waiting," Paccioretti said and Giorno flinched slightly. "Unless you have something to hide."

"I would prefer you take my word. You disrespect me," Giorno forced out, somehow keeping his voice steady.

Something flashed in Paccioretti's eyes and he stepped forward.

Giorno instinctively flinched backward, unable to help himself while in his current headspace, but was caught by one of the guards, large hands wrapping around his shoulders.

"Get off me," he snapped before Paccioretti pressed in and grabbed the back of Giorno's coat, yanking it up to bare his back.

Giorno froze, terror and shame and humiliation seeping through him like a slow poison as he could feel Paccioretti's eyes scraping across the scars.

"Ah, I see; so it's pride that made you protest, not dishonesty," the man said. "Which is fair enough. Having so many scars on one's back is typically a sign of cowardice."

Giorno wrenched away from the hands that held him, yanking his coat out of Paccioretti's grasp before zipping it back up, trying to keep the heat from flaring in his cheeks, furious and mortified.

Paccioretti only smirked in a condescending way as he motioned toward his desk. "That will do for now. Let's have our discussion."

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[noaltbruh]

Bucci gang and Christmas time!

Do I know we're in the middle of Summer? Yes.

Is that going to stop me from writing headcanons about my favourite characters celebrating my favourite Holiday? No.

(Just a side note: most of the headcanons I write take place in an 'Everyone survives universe', keep this particularly in mind while reading this post)

Enjoy! 🎄

Giorno! 🐞

-Giorno has never celebrated Christian once in his entire life. To be honest...He almost feels a sense of spite thinking about this Holiday, because his parents used to neglect him even more during this time of the year. They would spend entire days out, going party with their friends, buying presents for other people, and wouldn't bother in the slightest to decorate the house with a single light

-For a long time, all he could think about when this festivity came into his mind was the dull plate of cold food his parents would leave him to heat in the microwave, but that wasn't nearly as freezing as the feeling of sorrow that filled his heart. He would sit by the window, watching other people having fun together, while he was all alone in that gloomy, small apartment.

-Can you even imagine how he felt when he first celebrated Christmas with the gang?

-He failed to understand why pretty much everyone was so exited, most of them weren't even Christian. He thought he didn't even deserve to participate, not after all the 'morally questionable' things he does as the Don of Passione

-But it didn't take much for the gang to realize how Giorno felt about Christmas, and they were determined to prove him that he had gotten the wrong idea about this Holiday

-When he noticed that he others were trying to drag him in the 'Christmas spirit', he immediately protested, claiming that he had too many errands to attend to

-Needless to say, they didn't buy it

-Eventually, he gave up, accepting to give this festivity a chance, if that would have made them happy. After all, they've been trying so hard to lift his spirit, he would have felt ungrateful rejecting them even now

-He helped with the preparations in any way he could, from decorating the house to buying gifts for everyone.

-What he hadn't realized, is how much effort and care he was putting in everything he was doing. It wasn't something he agreed to solely to please them, he was genuinely enjoying it, he wanted to be a part of this, even though he failed to fully understand it.

-His favourite part was filling the house and the back garden with lights and any other sort of decorations: candles, wreaths, festoons, music boxes, or just other ornaments in general

-When the 25th of December finally arrived, Giorno was ecstatic. Seeing his entire family having so much fun together, opening presents, admiring the lights, watching cheesy Christmas movies while wrapped up in warm blankets, it felt so...Simple, but so reassuring, he couldn't even put into words how he felt

-His favourite present was a huge encyclopedia about nature. He always reads it before going to bed, it helps him fall asleep faster and more peacefully

-Like I mentioned in my previous post, I think Giorno really likes anything that tastes even slightly sweet, so he absolutely adores Christmas treats! Pandori, panettoni, tronchetti, hot chocolate...He loves all of them!

-He can't deny that he felt really bad when they had to take off all the decorations, and while he wouldn't openly say it, he wishes for Christmas to come back again as soon as possible

Bruno! 🤐

-Bruno is the second most exited in the gang for Christmas! (Can you already tell who's the first? :) ) He's the only one, however, that cares about the religious aspect of it, which is particularly important in a country like Italy.

-It's his favourite Holiday, and it was considered the most important festivity in his family, since all of his relatives were Christians. Besides, he had always been personally attached to it, as it was one of the very few times where he could see his mom, which used to spoil him in whatever way she could

-He goes to Church either very early on Christmas Morning, while everyone is still asleep, or at exactly midnight between the 24th and the 25th. Most of the people that go at times like these are old grannies, but Bruno doesn't care, he thinks it's cute actually ^^

-As he was raised in a relatively humble environment, having the chance to celebrate Christmas in quite the...Extravagant way, after joining Passione, almost felt out of place for him

-That doesn't mean, however, that he doesn't care about the 'materialistic' part of the Festivity, because he sees it as a way to rest his head for a while and spend some quality time with the ones he cares about

-His role as the mom of the group is also remarkably present during the preparations. Bruno is the one that mostly takes care of cooking for everyone, and he enjoys it a lot! His favourite part is preparing sweets of any kind, because they allow him to experiment a lot and always try new recipes

-Every member of the gang has to participate in one way or another to the preparations, and Bruno is the one that coordinates the whole thing

-Bucciarati always gets everyone the best presents. He starts thinking about what to get for them a month before the others, so that he never finds himself in a rush and can take all the time he needs to find the perfect gift

-He also LOVES making and receiving hand-made presents, he can feel all the effort and love that was put into them, and it just feels more thoughtful than something that was bought, no matter how expensive it may have been

-Bruno is that sort of person that prefers to spend Christmas without doing anything particularly exciting, just enjoying the calm and warm atmosphere that fills the house

-However, Bucciarati also loves to go for a long walk down the streets, admiring the lights all around the town, bringing along anyone in the gang that wishes to join him

Mista! 🔫

-While the manga states that Mista believes in a 'God', I don't think he believes in Jesus, Holy Mary, and the rest. He used to go to Church when he was little, but mostly because his parents forced him to, he didn't actually care

-Because of this, he sees Christmas as a materialistic Festivity, but that doesn't mean he's not excited for it. He thinks that it's the perfect excuse for everyone to just chill for a little while and have fun

-Unlike Bruno and Giorno, who prefer to just relax at home without doing anything that requires a lot of energy, Mista is always looking forward to something exiting to do during this time of the year

-Do you want an example? Ice skating! This boy is incredibly good at skating, and he constantly flexes on the entire gang how good he is

-He's that type of person that forgets to buy presents for the gang, and only remembers at the last minute. He's lost count of how many times he had to fight with another costumer because they wanted to buy the same thing, and there was only one left

-Once, a dude was so insistent that he had to pull out his gun to scare him away. Guess what? It worked. Nobody in that shop ever dared to argue with him again

-"Get your damn hands off this videogame, I have a seventeen years old little brother that won't talk to me for two weeks if I don't buy this for him!"

-Aside from getting gifts for Narancia, Trish and the rest, he also gives something to each one of the sex pistols. It's mostly food, but they don't really seem to mind

-Even in this time of the year, Mista is still hot. While everyone is wearing sweaters, long trousers and coats, this madman is still wearing shorts. Trish constantly complains about it, saying that he's going to catch a bad cold, if not worse, if he keeps on dressing like this. He never actually listens to her though

-Like I mentioned early, everyone in the gang has to take care of the preparations in different ways. Mista, together with Fugo, has to buy all the ingredients Bruno needs. It may seem like an easy task, but it isn't; friendly reminder that they have to buy enough stuff for seven people, most of them with very different tastes

-He often gets fed up with waiting in line, and just takes everything he needs and leave without paying. Nobody has the courage to complain, they know better than messing around with a guy like that

-He will most likely steal some of Abbacchio's wine and get drunk. He usually doesn't like alcohol very much, but damn does Abba have good taste in wines

Narancia! 🍊

-You won't find anyone that loves Christmas more than this cute little bundle of sunshine!

-His mother always loved Christmas, and wanted her child to appreciate this Festivity as much as her. Since his parents weren't particularly rich, he always celebrated in a relatively simple way, but his mamma always managed to find a way to make every Christmas different and unique. His father never complained about Mela's excitement, but he barely ever participated in whatever the two of them were organizing. Still, Nari didn't mind, the woman's excitement and joy were successfully passed to her kid

-After she died, for a couple of years, he stopped celebrating Christmas. Not because he didn't want to, he just...Couldn't. His father and him were strangers at this point, and his 'friends' didn't care about it either, they actually thought that it was a stupid thing

-When he finally had the chance to celebrate again after joining Passione, Narancia swore that he wouldn't have let anything, and I say ANYTHING, stop him from enjoying every moment of this Holiday ever again

-Since there are a couple of 'Grinches' in the house, Narancia thinks it's his duty to cheer everyone up, showing them why he loves Christmas so much

-"Nobody's gonna be left out, nope, not on my watch! We're all gonna have a great time, whether you want it or not!"

-Nari already starts to get exited for this Festivity in the moment November arrives, there's nothing he looks forward to more, not even his birthday

-When Bruno finally mentions that it's time to start organizing everything, Narancia jumps from his seat, and it's one of the very few occasions where he listens carefully without spacing out

-Just like Giorno, this baby boy loves decorating the house, they make an awesome team together!

-"Giorno! Look look look...You gotta see this!" "What is it, Narancia?" "THIS SNOW GLOBE! ISN'T IT JUST SOOOOOOOO CUTE?" -"Hehe...I suppose so"

-You may think that, similar to Mista, he forgets to buy presents, but that's not the case! Narancia wants to surprise the entire gang with his awesome gifts, and when they think he can't find anything better...Boom! He slaps an even more amazing present in their faces (not literally, of course)

-Even though he can't cook, he's more than willing to help Bruno with decorating the sweets, filling them with frosting, cream, small fruits, chocolate chips...Anything Bucciarati says he can use, really

-He also loves to go admiring the lights with the latter, always pointing out everything he sees

-"GAAAAASP...AN ENTIRE TREE MADE OF LIGHTS? AM I DREAMING?" "I'd say it's real, would you like to take a picture next to it?" "Yes, please!"

-Every year he wishes for the city to finally be covered in snow, but sadly, when you live in a hot country like Italy, that's most likely going to remain a fantasy

-He really likes wearing those oversized, horrible Christmas-themed sweaters, and genuinely thinks they're cute. He hopes for someone to wear them with him, but nobody ever seems to accept

-He tried convincing Fugo once, it uhm...Didn't go too well. But one of these years, he's going to get Giorno to wear one, he's sure of it!

-Nari still believes in Santa, and Bruno will personally ari the crap out of anyone who dares to tell him that he's not real. He leaves some cookies and milk in front of the tree in the living room, saying that he's going to stay awake the entire night to finally see him. He always ends up falling asleep...So one of the members of the gang has to carry him over to bed

-During Christmas lunch, he will 100% sure overeat, to the point where he can barely stand up from the chair, but still denying verything and acting like his stomach isn't about to explode

Fugo! 🍓

-Similar to Giorno, Fugo doesn't have any particular happy memories of Christmas from his childhood

-His entire family used to reunite to celebrate together. At first sight, it seemed like nothing was wrong: everyone was having fun with their loved ones, but for Fugo...It just felt so fake

-He knew that in the moment his relatives left, his parents would have gone back to their strict and distant behavior. Even during this time of the year, they still pressured him, just in a softer way. They wouldn't let him rest until he finished all the homework his teachers gave for Christmas Holidays, they wouldn't let him play with his other cousins, saying that he was too mature, and the list went on

-The only thing that comforted him was his grandmother, whom the rest of the family only invited for pity. She was the only one that would actually give Fugo something a child would genuinely like, like a puzzle or a plushie

-He was the first member to join Bucciarati's squad, so I'm guessing that they must have spent one Christmas together, just the two of them

-At first, the blonde tried to convince Bruno to just leave him alone, inviting him to celebrate with his relatives, saying that he would have been okay on his own

-Obviously, a good mom would never leave his child, so he declined his propose. For some reason...The man's behavior reminded Fugo a lot of his grandmother, and that was the first Christmas this Strawberry boy cherished in his heart

-While they mostly kept it to something simple, when the others arrived things started to get more and more loud, especially with Narancia

-Even though he would rather just spend the day relaxing at home with something warm to drink, he always ends up being dragged into whatever Nari and Mista are planning on doing. He fell like...10 times when they went ice skating together

-Fugo still acts kinda moody towards this time of the year, as his pride is too high for him to admit that he likes something so 'sentimental'

-He's also super done with having to go shopping with Mista to buy groceries, but he has to help in one way or another

-"Alright...Mista, Fugo, you two will buy all the ingredients I'm going to need"

"Urgh...It's cold outside, and I don't want to wait in line...Do I really have to?"

"Oh? Would you rather setting up the decorations with Giorno and Narancia?"

Cut to Nari already covered in lights while giggling like a kid

"...Just give me the list already"

"Wow, rude"

-Speaking of which, Fugo's immune system is not uhm...The best, and this means that he's always super scared of catching a cold in this period. While he doesn't show it, it'd pain him a lot to ruin everyone else's fun with his sickness

-He constantly wears super heavy clothes, even when they're at home, with all the windows closed and the wood burning in the fire place

-He always looks like a potato sack in the photos, but that doesn't really bother him a lot

-He isn't very good when it comes to making presents. He tries, and remembers to buy them on time, but he's not a particularly creative boy. He's that kind of person that would mostly just buy clothes or relatively 'simple' things, not that I can really blame him...That's pretty much all he received when he was a child

Abbacchio! ⏮️

-Oh boy...OH BOY! The Grinch himself, the Christmas hunter, the gloomy Lord in person

-I like to think that Abbacchio was one of the very few very people in the gang that actually grew up with a loving family, so he was more than happy to celebrate Christmas when he was a child

-One year, his parents gave him a police officer hat as a present, and he refused to take it off for days, even though it was obviously too big for him

-This means that unlike Giorno and Fugo, whose reason for disliking Christmas goes back to this childhood, his hate towards it is much more recent and somewhat less 'justified'

-After the loss of his colleague, he became apathetic to almost everything around him, and this Holiday was not spared. It was quite the opposite, to be honest

-He can't stand the whole cheerful and happy atmosphere, he thinks it's suffocating and makes him sick. Plus, "having a bunch of brats jumping up and down, singing lame carols and decorating the house like it's some birthday party" doesn't help

-Despite Narancia's efforts, the only one who can really get him out of this mood (pun intended) is Bucciarati

-"Just stop it already, Bruno. Go have fun with the children, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't care about any of this?"

-"And how many times do I have to tell you that you're not going to get rid of me that easily?"

-"...Whatever"

-Honestly, what he likes the most about this festivity is that he has an excuse for getting drunk af without anyone complaining. He takes the fanciest and most expensive bottle of wine he has and drinks all of it in less than 10 minutes

-The gang even bets money on how long it's going to take him to finish the whole thing, either Mista or Narancia usually win, since the others tend to underestimate Abbacchio's alcoholic "abilities"

-He puts minimal effort, mostly just because he's forced to, in buying presents for the squad. He's also super biased and obviously plays favourites, even though he would never admit it

-He'd buy something super special for Bruno, try a bit harder to pick up something for Narancia and Trish and take the first thing he sees for Fugo and Mista. As for Giorno...He literally just buys some coal, writes 'Buon Natale' on a piece of paper and slaps it on the carbon

-He has a relatively simple job regarding the preparations for Holiday time, which is...

-"Very well, Abbacchio...You have to pick up the tree from the basement and bring it to the living room"

"Why me? That thing is so fu***ng heavy"

"Exactly, do you want somebody else to lift it up and break their spine? I'd rather not spend Christmas night at the hospital"

-"Sigh...Alright, just because YOU ask"

-Slowly, but surely, he's learning to love Christmas again, though he will still keep on acting grumpy and complain every time he has the chance to

Trish! 🎙

-This girl is ready to brighten up all the festivities! When it's time to have fun, Trish doesn't hesitate even for a moment!

-Similar to Narancia and Bruno, her mother couldn't afford anything super expensive or exciting during this time of the year (taking care of a child on your own is no easy job), but Trish never dared to complain. She was aware of the sacrifices her mother was making to make sure that her child had everything she needed, she wouldn't have thrown a tantrum for something superficial

-Donatella would always give her a new doll as a present, and she would play with it for entire hours without getting tired. Her favourite one was, of course, a blonde doll dressed up as a pop star

-Just like her daughter, she was extraordinarily good when it came to choosing what to wear, which means that when Trish entered her 'teen phase', the woman would gift her a dress instead. Needless to say, the girl loved it every time!

-Speaking of which, after becoming part of the gang, her favourite "Christmas activity", if it counts, was going shopping! I mean...Do you think a person like her would miss out on the Sales? Please

-She doesn't like going on his own though, and brings along somebody with her. That 'somebody's ends up being Mista most of the times, which is literally just DRAGGED out of his room to the shopping centre

-Trish is that sort of person (I mean...I don't know if that's a thing in other countries, but it's pretty much a meme here in Italy) who insists that she's on a diet even during the Holiday season, but every single time someone offers something to eat, she replies with "Whatever, I'll just start next week" or "I'll start after New Year".

-Before she knows, it's the 8th of January and she hasn't been on a diet even for a day.

-One day, she'd like to travel around the world and see how they celebrate this Festivity in other countries. As you can already tell, she valued the materialistic part of Christmas than the 'spiritual' one, and she knows that in a lot of places it isn't considered a religious Holiday in the first place

-One thing she dislikes is how she's forced to wear super heavy and long clothes, she hates them and insists that they make her look fat (which is absolutely not true)

-She LOVES taking pictures of everything! Food? Yes. Decorations? Yes. Gifts? Yes. Just photos in general where the seven of them are together? Y E S!

-Some of them try to run away when they realize that Trish is about to start a freaking photoshoot, but their struggles are always vain, especially since she has Bruno's support

-"Come oooooon, just one last picture!" "Trish, for the love of God, the lasagna is getting cold" "So what? Microwaves exist for a reason" "We are NOT going to ruin all this food by putting it in the Microwave!"

-Being the singer of the group, she takes any opportunity she has to sing a Christmas-themed song, both Carols and modern/pop songs like 'All I want for Christmas'. Half of the times she doesn't even understand the lyrics, but that's not going to stop her for sure

-She definitely doesn't forget to buy presents for the others. After she goes shopping so much, how could she? Most people think it's lame to receive a clothes as a present, but we're taking about Trish here!

-She knows very well how every member likes to dress, and she surely doesn't have problems with her budget. She will pick something for each one of her companions even better than what they would take for themselves

-Lastly, her 'task' is to decorate the tree, which is one of the longest assignments that also require a lot of attention and precision. Why, you may ask? Because that thing is freaking huge, that's why. Giorno and Narancia will probably help her out once they're done with their own decorations, the three of them have a lot of fun together!

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[jjbakaloskaiagathos]

Lovers’ News 🎊

Neon signs of Morioh-Cho’s cafe are a lighthouse for visitors. It is a place where lovers give the first kiss to each other, where older people order their favourite pancakes and where busy students can have a cup of coffee and do their assignments. Walls of this cafe have seen many different and unusual things and you also can notice significant dates on the tables which were written with black markers. A young couple were sitting at the table, who just got off a plane from Italy.

- It seems like we have never left this place. I hope that the taste of a strawberry milkshake is delicious as always, - said Carina whose face broke in a large smile.

- Nothing changes because we are always waiting for them, - answered Giorno, laughing.

-Oh... Yes. But I feel that we need this time, - whispered the girl, looking at her sweating hands.

The blonde guy hugged Carina and whispered in her ear something which made the girl to smile. Bells rang and everyone saw new visitors in the cafe who were Sophie and Josuke. The young people looked really happy: the kind police officer of Morioh-Cho kept one hand in the pocket and hugged his wife with another one. The girl in a beret laughed because he tickled her a bit.

When the glances of those couples met, they run up to each other: Carina and Josuke were patting each other on the back while Sophie and Giorno were shaking their hands.

- Cool shirt Giorik. Where are coconuts?! You're being clever that you unbuttonned it a bit, - said Sophie.

-Thank you, Sophie. I missed you, - answered Don with a smile.

- Oh guys, I'm so hungry! Don't you know that there is a Russian cuisine here? Well, I would like to order boiled potatoes, herring, milkshake and... Oh, Carina, could you give me oyster sauce, please? - exclaimed Sophie when the others looked at her with astonishment.

- Guys, we are really glad to see you! How are you doing? - asked Josuke whose face was shining.

Carina started with simple news: she mentioned about the weather in Italy, about Mista and Fugo and also about new Giorno's jewelry. Though Carina tried to be quiet, she held Giorno's hand tightly because the ex-model tried to calm down her fast heart beating. When her speech ended, she looked at Giorno:

- Actually, we came to Morioh-Cho to announce something important: Carina and I are going to get married. Of course, you're invited, - said Giorno with an intermittent voice.

Sophie and Josuke cried. Their faces were absolutely shining because they were really happy to hear it. Sophie run up to Carina again and started to cover her face with wet kisses:

- My congratulations! It's amazing news!

- Thank you Sophie, I'm truly happy! - answered Carina with the most sincere smile.

- Giorno! Guys! You're such a beautiful couple but can I ask you when you are planning to celebrate your wedding? - said Sophie, smiling.

- Oh, we don't know, maybe it will be in spring, maybe in summer. What's the matter?

- We're grateful for your inviting but probably we won't be able to appear there..., - started Sophie.

- Is there a reason? - asked Giorno nervously.

The police officer said with pride and some excitement, hugging his wife:

- My doll and I are... Expecting!

Carina was shocked but at the same time her eyes were shining. Sophie rose from the table and spread her arms, waiting for hugs from her best friend. The ex-model wanted to cuddle Sophie tightly but then she realized that pure and gentle hugs would be perfect.

- May I?... Touch?...

- Sure! Just be careful because there is a saying: if a girl touches a pregnant belly, she can become a mother soon too, - said Sophie, laughing.

Carina was not scared because she believed Giorno and was happy for the friends.

- Is Josuke Higashikata going to be a father then? Congratulations, officer! - exclaimed Giorno.

- Thank you! It was really exciting and I feel like the happiest person in the world! Okuyasu cried, - replied Josuke.

- I think I can understand him, - answered Giorno, patting the guy on the shoulder.

After that delicious dinner, the young people went for a walk along Morioh-Cho’s streets where their adventures and relationships were being developed.

- Do you know the baby's gender?

- No, we don't but we should find out it soon. Okuyasu thinks that it will be a boy but Koichi bets on a girl. As for me, I just hope that the baby will be healthy. I will do everything to make him or her happy, - answered Josuke softly, without taking his eyes off Sophie, who was walking in front, holding Carina's hand.

- Carina, are you Dona now? - asked Sophie.

- Not yet but... Oh, Sophie, - replied Carina without belief in her words.

- So, I don't want to call you like this! Keep in mind!

- Oh no, we are always Carina and Giorno for you.

Looking back, Сarina and Sophie waited for the guys who were walking behind them. But not only Carina and Sophie were waiting. They were waiting too. They were new adventures.

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[jennoasis]

July Drabble Challenge Day 31 (In September): Again

Spoilers for Part 5 of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Vento Aureo and Eyes of Heaven)

“Goodnight Fugo. Are you sure you don’t want me to tuck you in? Hey! Flipping people off is rude, you dick.”

 Giorno rolled his eyes, biting back a smile at the exchange between Mista and Fugo.

 “Can you believe that guy? So rude.” Mista grumbled before he grinned, stretching his arms above his head. “After the day we had, as glad as I am that everyone is safe and sound again, I’m fucking exhausted. You going to bed too?”

 Giorno knew he should but he had too much on his mind and wanted some fresh air before having to deal with the insomnia that was sure to plague him that evening. “No, not yet. Have a good night though.” He murmured, turning to head towards one of the back gardens, surprised when he heard footsteps coming up beside him. “What are you doing?”

 “It’s so weird. I suddenly got a burst of energy. So I thought I’d join you on the walk you’re taking.”

 “As a bodyguard or a friend?” Giorno asked, wanting to be annoyed, but unable to because of Mista’s smile.

 “Why not both? And I know what you’re going to say. “I can take care of myself Mista.” Or, “No one has ever breached these grounds” etc. etc.” He mumbled, doing his best impersonation of Giorno’s voice.

 “If you know, then why?”

 “I told you. Energy. A walk sounds good before bed.”

 Giorno didn’t have an argument for that so he said nothing as the two of them moved further into the vibrant garden Giorno had spent months cultivating, often with Mista’s help, who surprisingly had a green thumb, well fourteen green thumbs if you included the times the Pistols helped.

 After a few moments of silence, Mista spoke, his tone a bit more serious. “It’s weird isn’t it? To have mourned our friends, and knowing they’re back now, having only lost three years of time. Although I wanted to laugh every time Abbacchio kept looking at you confused.”

 “He couldn’t get over the fact that I had grown.” Giorno murmured, as he stared up at the night sky bursting with stars.

 “Yeah, well, you were fifteen the last time he saw you and now you’re about to be nineteen and added what? A few pounds and some inches?”

 Giorno lifted an elegant brow, facing Mista again. “Have you been looking at me?”

 Mista cleared his throat, looking away, face flushing. “’Course not. But it’s obvious to anyone how you’ve grown over the years. That’s all.”

 “Ah.” The disappointment was evident even to Mista in Giorno’s voice. “You know what? I believe I am more exhausted than I thought. Good night Mista.”

 “Wait, hold on a second.” Mista reached out, hand landing on Giorno’s shoulder, surprised when Giorno jerked away, the pain on his face unlike anything Mista had ever seen.

 “No. I’m tired of waiting and I’m tired of games. Do you know what I saw today? I saw a love that transcended time. I witnessed two people who reached for each other even in death. And I envied them because of that love.” Giorno confessed before cursing himself, his face becoming a mask of impassiveness again. “Just forget it. Claim my words as a moment of temporary insanity and let’s leave it at that.” He finished, feeling like an idiot. “I would except I think it’s important we talk about your so-called insanity.” Mista murmured, afraid Giorno was going to bolt for it, so he kept talking. “When I met you, you were fifteen, even though you didn’t look it. And you were bold and reckless but smart too. You spun my world around and before I knew it, I was feeling things I had no business feeling. But again, you were fifteen and even though the age difference isn’t that much in hindsight, it still felt like I shouldn’t. Then you became Don and everything happened so fast. So I took a step back, became your third in command. Don’t argue with me. I already told you two squared is four and we’re not doing that. Anyway. Third in command, bodyguard, underboss, and I forgot about everything else. Okay, I let myself forget everything else. So yeah, there you go. If you want to claim temporary insanity, so do I then.” “What are you saying now?” Mista blinked, then laughed. “Seriously? I’m spilling my heart out here and you’re asking me what I’m saying?”

“No.” Giorno stepped closer, hesitating before placing a hand on Mista’s chest. “Everything you mentioned was in the past. I’m asking you how you feel right now.” “Oh. Oh duh.” Mista smiled now, lifting Giorno’s hand to kiss the back of it. “Alright, prepare yourself. Because I’m about to drop some words. You listening? Yeah, you are.” Mista cleared his throat dramatically, before speaking again, staring into Giorno’s eyes. “You are fucking fearless, powerful, caring, gorgeous; seriously, I often wonder if you’re a fallen angel but refuse to confess that to anyone.” “Mista—“ “Ah uh. Not done yet. You don’t take shit from anyone. You rule over Passione with an iron fist yet you don’t get self-centered. You’ve completely changed how the mob runs in Italy in the best way possible. Do you know how many people whisper your name in the streets? How many you’ve helped?” “No.” Giorno replied sincerely, never curious enough to find out, afraid of what he would hear. “A shit ton of people. You earned respect Giorno, and it’s well deserved. But more than anything else.” Now Mista pulled Giorno closer, their chests pressing together. “I can tell you that I lied. No one can really forget their feelings, not when they matter. And I’ve seen who you’ve become through out these years Giorno GioGio Giovanna and I can say with absolute certainty, that I love the hell out of you.”

 Giorno looked into Mista’s eyes, before he smiled, unable to resist. “You watch too many rom-coms.” “Ouch!” Mista chuckled. “This is what you say to a man confessing his love to you? You wound me.” “I didn’t want to have feelings you know.” Giorno began, lifting a hand to loop around the back of Mista’s neck. “I thought I wasn’t allowed them. But they developed and a part of me wanted to give in yet another part fought due to fear. I’m not afraid anymore though. Will you tell me again?” Mista leaned in closer, their faces only a couple of inches apart now. “I love you.” Giorno’s mouth quirked up into a smile. “I love you too, Guido Mista.” He reciprocated, before giving in to what he’d wanted for years now, leaning in to kiss Mista. It’s done! *Cackles like crazy* It took me 3 months to finish but I’ve done it! I needed to write some happy after the kind of day I’ve had so here we go! The drabble challenge I began in July (Which you can find the entire list of drabbles over here!) is now concluded with today’s word (Day 31): Again. Once again, this is more of a fic than a drabble since it’s 1k plus words but I couldn’t help myself. It’s technically a sequel of the Day 30 Drabble: Love (Which is way longer than a drabble lol), but with a different ship because yes, I love this ship as well. The reason I mentioned part 5 spoilers is because, well, it technically spoils the ending lol. I’ll say this again too. If you haven’t played the Eyes of Heaven game, I highly recommend. If you’re curious to read the other drabbles I did for this this ship, they’re Day 9: Spicy and Day 22: Book. I’ve also posted this to my AO3 account, which hosts my longer than drabble fics. @caity-catt did this challenge back in June and @sterlynwrites finished the challenge in July so check out their pages if you want to read more drabbles. Thanks for coming along with me on this journey! I’ll hopefully be working on another challenge soon (And working on my current WIP BruAbba/Past BruPro fic on AO3). <3

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[risottoneroo]

self indulgence, pt13

a/n: oooo spooky, anyways um. hope yall like it. i have zero idea when to end this

warnings: mafia dynamics, i really havent written any smut in here in a while huh, injury mentions, torture mentions

The day after, you started work as Risotto’s second in command. You found out that the transition from one boss to another had been nearly seamless.

 Most of the capos had found working for a faceless man to be frustrating, so they were glad to see a man they knew take over. A few had held out resistance, but most were easily converted. The Hitman Team had all been put into capo positions, except Pesci, who was still working under Prosciutto. He had been found and was now working hard, eager to distract himself. 

Your main job would be to organize information for Risotto and to find leaks, if any existed. It was tiring work, but you enjoyed it. 

Bruno brought you coffee at your desk outside RIsotto’s office, smiling gently. “First day?”

You laughed and took it. “Yeah. It’ll be fun.”

He nodded and winked. “Come visit Leone and I when you can, or tell me when you’re free. We’d love to talk.”

You smiled at him. “You two have been good friends.”

Bruno laughed softly and kissed your cheek. “So have you.”

You were on your feet most of the day, walking around Naples and becoming familiar with the area. After your first day, you and Risotto collapsed into bed together, exhausted from the long day, but satisfied. He smiled over at you. “I love you. I couldn’t do this without you.”

You sat up to strip off your dress, smiling back at him. “We need to make wedding plans soon.”

He groaned softly. “Can’t we just elope?”

You giggled softly.“I wish. You know this will be a huge event. Your capos wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He closed his eyes. “I’m too tired.”

You hummed, tugging at his tie. “At least take your clothes off. They were expensive.”

He groaned again and began to unbutton his shirt. 

You took his clothes from him and hung them up. Risotto’s eyes followed you as you walked to and from the closet, naked as the day you were born. You smiled at him. “Let’s get some sleep.”

He nodded, and you laid down next to him. He pulled you close. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You hummed, cuddling into him. “You’re such a flirt.”

He kissed your forehead. “It’s true.”

Your second day brought you into the back room of Libecco. You had worn a dark red dress with high heels. You were eye level with Bruno as he greeted you. “Y/N. I have an urgent matter for you.”

You laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him on both cheeks. “Don’t be so formal. We are friends, Bruno.”

He smiled and reciprocated. “The truth is, one of the locals here has been bad mouthing Passione. He knows a lot about it, and I know there must be a leak somewhere.”

You hummed. “If there is one, I’ll find it. Now, I should go before-“

The door creaked open, and Mista’s voice, raspy from lack of sleep, rang into the room. “Bucciarati, I-”

You turned to look at him. “Mista?”

He still looked terrible. He looked you over. “You look amazing.”

The compliment felt like a knife in your windpipe. You swallowed. “You look like shit.”

He sneered. “You can thank your-“

He choked out the words. “Your fiancé for that one.”

You frowned. “I don’t understand.”

Mista held out his hands, which were covered in newly healed, pink scars. “I asked to see you when I heard you were hurt. He said no.”

You swallowed. “Mista, you can’t expect him to want you around me. You love me.”

Mista’s eyes darkened. “You used to call me Guido. And you used to tell me you loved me too.”

Bruno looked between you two, and stepped back. You shot him a desperate look, and he looked away. Traitor. 

You looked at Mista. “I was lying. You were paying me to lie.”

Mista’s hands trembled. “But I believed you.”

You could see his eyes welling up, and you cursed yourself for coming here alone. You swallowed. “I made my choice.”

Mista spat, “And you chose money and power over true love. Like a good whore.”

Bruno inhaled, and you winced as if you’d been slapped. Bruno grabbed Mista by the ear, pinching roughly. “You don’t speak to her like that. She’s been a good friend to all of us. She was good to you, and to Leone and I. Don’t disrespect her. She chose a better life, and she deserves that.”

You swallowed. “I chose love.”

Mista’s anger deflated. “You-?”

You held your head high. “I love Risotto. I have for years. I chose him.”

Bruno threw Mista down at your feet. “You’re lucky if she doesn’t kill you. I know that I would.”

Mista looked up at you, and you noticed a scar on his jawline. “Mista, did Risotto give you those?”

He nodded, looking down. “I wanted to see you, so I visited, but he’d posted guards. They took me, and he tortured me. A hundred cuts.”

You nodded. “You disobeyed an order.” 

Mista’s lip curled. “I dared to love you. Risotto won’t let anyone near you.”

You bit your lip. “That’s not true. Bruno comes to visit me. I have other friends.”

Mista glanced at Bruno. “Does he?”

Bruno sighed. “We went for coffee yesterday.”

Mista shook his head. “I thought Risotto had banned you from seeing your old clients.”

You looked down. “Just you.”

Bruno looked up. “Fugo needs me. I’ll be back in just a second.”

Before you could cry out, he was gone. Mista was staring at you, his eyes wide. They were almost black, full of pain. Mista’s voice cracked as he whispered, “Why just me-?”

You swallowed. “I’m sorry he did that to you. I’ll talk to him about it.”

Mista caught your wrist. “He’s not just scared about me. He’s scared about you. That you’ll leave him.”

You stiffened. “Don’t-”

Mista pulled you in close, and you could smell his breath, thick with coffee and liquor. “You did love me.”

You tried to twist away, but his grip was too strong, crushing the bones in your wrist against each other. He examined your face, his eyes scanning you. “He bought you this dress, didn’t he?”

You inhaled. “It’s not important.”

Mista closed his eyes. “You do love him, don’t you?”

You nodded. “I do.”

He looked at you. “Don’t lie to me. Did you love me?” You closed your eyes. “Yes.” A quiet noise caught in his throat. “Kiss me.”

You shook your head and pulled away. “I won’t.”

You could see tears welling in his eyes. “Please. If you loved me. One last time.”

You shook your head again. “It’s wrong. Stop this. Go find someone else, live happily.”

Mista’s tears spilled over. “There is no one else. No one else who can help me.”

Bruno came back into the room, looking angry. “Guido Mista. She’s not your plaything that you can let out your emotions on.”

Mista shook his head. “I love her.”

Bruno slapped him, hard. “I don’t care. You need to get over this and stop blaming her for the way you’re acting. Stop expecting her to fix you when you’re not even allowed to talk to her.”

Mista reeled, clutching his cheek. Bruno shook out his hand. “You’ll be lucky if you’re alive when the Don hears about this. You’d be even luckier if he decides to kill you quickly.”

Bruno turned to you. “I’m sorry, bella.”

You shook your head. “He’s in pain.”

Bruno’s eyes softened. “I’ll be sending a few of my team with you while you search for the leak. Is that all right?”

You smiled. “Which ones?”

Bruno tilted his head. “Leone, and I think Fugo should go with you two. Unless you want more bonding time with Giorno.”

You laughed. “Leone and Fugo are fine.”

Bruno nodded, leading you out of the room. “Fugo is a nice kid. He’s a little hotheaded, but he’s very smart.”

Their table was full, and Leone nodded at you. Bruno led you to a kid with sandy blonde hair. “Pannacotta Fugo, this is Y/N-”

You smiled, holding out your hand. “Nero. Y/N Nero.”

Fugo’s eyes widened. “You’re married to the Don?”

You laughed. “Not yet, but I figured I should start getting used to it.”

Fugo bowed deeply. “You have my respect. I heard that you helped contain the former Don.”

You laughed. “I didn’t do that much.”

Giorno spoke up. “Your ribs are still bruised, and your fiance is now Don of the Mafia. You did more than you think.”

You glanced at him, and he was looking at you with the same kind of quiet admiration that Fugo was. Fugo nodded. “You have our loyalty.”

You nodded. “I assumed so, but I enjoy the reassurance.”

Leone stood. “Now that the formalities are over.”

He kissed your cheek. “Good to see you.”

You nodded and reciprocated. “Bruno has informed me of a possible leak. I think we should go talk to the source.”

Leone nodded, looping his arm into yours. “Tell me about your new life. How is your fiance?”

As you started to walk, you caught sight of Mista walking out from the back room. Fugo, walking next to you, murmured, “He looks like shit.”

You sighed softly. “My fault.”

Fugo laughed softly. “He disobeyed the Don. That’s what he gets.”

You glanced at him, and he was looking at you. His eyes were reassuring. This isn’t your fault, Mista is an idiot and we all know it, he seemed to be saying.

You smiled at him. Leone nodded. “Mista was stupid, and he paid for it. You have successfully made yourself completely untouchable. A stupendous feat for a whore.”

You elbowed him. “Rude.”

He huffed out a breath. “I meant it as a compliment.”

Fugo flushed. “Is that how you and Bruno know her?”

Leone laughed softly. “Mista too.”

Fugo turned away. “Gross. I can't believe I’m on this mission with you two.”

You smiled at him. “It was just a job.”

Fugo fake gagged. “I can’t. You had sex with Bucciarati and Abbacchio. They’re old!”

Leeone cuffed him on the back of his head gently. “I’m 21. Not old.”

You shrugged. “The age is in your soul, Leone. You act about 65.”

He groaned. “Fine.”

You smiled up at him. “Now, Bruno said that the leak lived near Libecco, but was nearly always in the bar down the street.”

Leone nodded. “Sounds like fun.”

You grinned at him and set off to do your job.

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[jotarosbelt]

New Traditions. [Bruno Buccellati]

Happy Birthday Capo!

18+ content ahead!

cw: birthday sex, oral, face sitting

The wind whistled and howled through the dark blue sky; your boyfriend’s raven black hair flittering with it as he sat on the balcony. His birthday was tomorrow and he seemed to always get like this they say before.

Silent and secluded.

Your shared bedroom, along with the rest of the villa was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You decided to leave the room and leave him to his thoughts for a bit. You go downstairs to the kitchen and run into Giorno, his usually well-kept hairdo now a mess as he was about to retire to his quarters himself for the night.

He raises his eyebrow and sits his wine down onto the countertop. “Ah, I was about to go looking for you.”

You give him a tired smile. “Oh? And why is that?” You already had an idea of why, but it wouldn’t hurt to confirm your suspicions.

“It’s about Buccellati.”

You knew it. You close the fridge with a cup and jug of water in hand.

“You know how tomorrow’s his birthday and all, and how he doesn’t like to celebrate it, but I want you to keep him off the job all of tomorrow and have him enjoy himself. He finds the day of his birth almost... minuscule to the rest of the world and even puts his work above it. Hell, we’ve tried celebrating so many years in the past but he always pushed us away. Always locked himself up in that damn room of his, only coming out when it regarded work or for food.”

Your smile turns into a frown upon hearing your boyfriends usual birthday traditions. It was supposed to be his day and he was moping around? You bring the cup to your lips.

“But, maybe it’ll be a little different now that you’re around. It says something that he even told you his birthday to begin with.”

He let out a small chuckle. “So please, do us a favor and keep him occupied tomorrow. We want to do something special for him, so maybe bring him by Libbecio for a few drinks to celebrate. Can you do that?”

You nod knowingly, your smile returning to your face. “Of course I can do that. Not only for my Don, but for my Capo.”

🌷

Having had gone to bed without your boyfriend at your side, you wake up with his sleeping figure beside you. You smile and start raking your fingers through his silky hair; him opening his eyes and smiling warmly at you in return.

There was the capo you knew and loved.

“Buon giorno, bella.”

“Buon giorno, Bruno.”

You lay there, looking at each other; your hands still raking through his gorgeous locks before your male counterpart becomes aware of the time and begins to panic.

“It’s getting late, cara. I have to-“

You grab his arm. “You’re not going anywhere, Capo.”

You can hear a groan come from his throat as his gaze softens, and his brows slightly furrow. “What do you mean? I have a mission to intercept a drug deal today, I have to go.”

“Well, I have a mission today, too.”

He sighs. “You should be leaving too, then.”

You shake your head. “My mission was to keep you from anything work related or stressful so you can enjoy yourself today.”

Another sigh.

“My birthday.”

You nod, and he sighs. “Listen, I don’t celebrate it because it’s not important to me, tesoro. That’s all.”

You pull him back to lay on back down and get up to straddle him. “Well, it’s important to me and the boys. Don’t make me have Fugo use Purple Haze on you.”

He scoffed. “We both know he wouldn’t.”

You lean down to kiss the man underneath you, his hands snaking up to gently grasp your waist. You grind onto his member, the appendage underneath you slowly hardening as groans come from Bruno. His hand snakes up your back, long fingers running up your spine before wrapping around to your front to play with your nipples.

Now both quietly moaning from the delicious friction you two created, you get up to take off your panties and then go for his boxers. He grabs your hand.

“No, tesoro.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Bruno, today’s about you.”

He hums. “I know.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you so you’re now sitting beside his face. “And that should mean I should get whatever I want, right?”

You nod.

“Then, come sit.”

Your face reddens at his words. “I... Bruno..”

“Please.”

You swallow the lump that was forming in your throat and move to straddle your boyfriend’s face, only to be gripped by your thighs and pulled down quickly onto the male’s face. His tongue began working in long, but slow strokes from your entrance to your clit, savoring you like you were the best thing he’s ever tasted. Your moans only seemed to egg him on more as he took your sensitive bud into his mouth and hummed, adding to the vacuum being formed around the bundle of nerves from his mouth.

“Oh, fuck.. Bruno-“

He lets out a throaty moan as a response, encouraging you to rock your hips against his now-soaked face. For the first time trying face sitting, Bruno was by no means letting you down. Your orgasm hit you like a rocket, stars bursting and a white light blossoming behind your eyes as a feeling of euphoria you weren’t quite familiar with pulsed through your body. You almost let out a holler, but knowing the boys were probably downstairs and you’d 100% be teased during dinner tonight, you cupped a hand over your mouth as your back arched.

His ministrations didn’t stop as he continued plunging the muscle into your opening; feeling how tight you were clenching around him. When he was sure you came down from your high, he gently lifted you up and off of him; his breathing ragged and his face shimmering with your slick.

“Sorry, I made a me—“

Bruno grabbed you and pulled you into a passionate and loving, but sloppy and rough kiss. The duality of the two different kissing styles mixed into one showed just how experienced your boyfriend really was at this trade.

Tasting yourself on his tongue and lips, you moans into his mouth and he swallowed it whole. He gently pulls you into his lap, making his way from your lips, down your jaw, and to your neck, placing a flurry of kisses and hickeys amongst the skin. You pull back and cup his face in between your hands. He was so damn beautiful.

His hair was a mess. That usually well styled hair with two golden beetles in it was now in his face, messy, the hairpins no where to be seen.

You basked in the red rings on his cheeks and the loving look he gave you as your thumb ran along his cheek.

“Bruno, you’re beautiful. Let me please you this time.”

A smile creeped on the man’s face. “It’ll be an honor, tesoro.”

Smiling as well, you drop onto your knees in front the man and experimentally reach up for his boxers. He makes no move to stop you.

You go for the garment and gently pull them down enough to release his painfully hard member. Though his size no longer surprised you as much as it did the first few times, you were still impressed. Buccellati was not lacking in any aspect of the word. You give him a few pumps before flipping your hair out of your face; him reaching down to help, by pulling it into a ponytail, held together by his hand.

Maintaining eye contact, you place a few kisses on his head and along his shaft before darting your tongue up to lick a long and slow stripe to the bottom side of it. He’s biting his lip now, letting out sighs and grunts, whispering about how beautiful you look down there.

You come up to take his cock into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around his length. His moans, airy and light, and his groans, coarse and strangled, made the heat between your legs return.

Snaking your hand in between your legs, you go to rub your clit but Bruno grabs your arm. “Wouldn’t you like to cum on your Capo’s cock instead? I know I’d like that.”

You pull off his member, and nod. He gently pushes you onto the bed behind you and crawls over your nude figure, his eyes eating you up.

You open your legs to accommodate him as he continues his advances over you. Pulling you into another hypnotic kiss, he slowly sheathes himself inside you— waiting a few moments before starting with slow and long strokes.

“Mm, Bruno, you can go faster you know. I-It’s y-your birthday, after all. Do whatever you want.”

He nods against your shoulder, his thrusts increasingly picking up in speed and force. He picks up your legs and pushes the against you, all the while wrapping them around his neck. You can feel everything now; how deep he’s going, every pulse and twitch of his cock, and he can feel the same.

He silently thanks the gods and all the supernatural entities of the world for gifting him with his immense stamina, or else he probably would’ve came minutes ago. It may have been your birthday, but he never let you finish last.

Knowing he was getting close, he attempted to push you ahead of of him and the curve, flinging you over the edge by hardening his thrusts, now at a brand new angle, and drawing deliciously messy circles on your clit.

“Oh my goddddd~!”

You came with a loud moan, pulsing and convulsing underneath him and he himself bucked until he finished.

There you two lay, panting and basking in the warm light of the morning pouring in from your window. He moves to get off, obviously going to go to the bathroom to get a rag to clean up.

Grabbing his arm, you pout. “A little longer.”

He sighs and lays back down, your head resting on his chest; his thumping heart like music to your ears.

💎

“Bruno! Are you ready?”

“Yes!” He calls back to you. He comes out of the bathroom dawning a black and gold suit with his usually golden hair clips pinning his bangs into place.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into a chaste kiss, then scanning your attire with his eyes. “You look beautiful.”

The black dress you wore complimented all your curves, and you accessorized with a gold necklace and earrings, as well as a gold ring. Your shoes? Black with a gold trim. You both did indeed look like a power couple, and you couldn’t mistake you two were together.

You smile at him and reach for the door, walking out to be met with the limousine Giorno sent to take you two to Libeccio’s.

Upon arrival, you tell the staff you had a private registration under the name of ‘Passione’ and they nodded, guiding you to the back of the building where you were met with 5 other well-cleaned-up men.

Giorno dawned a beautiful white suit, but instead of gold he wore silver pins and a silver wristwatch. Mista ditched his tacky hat for his natural brown and curly hair, wearing a dark blue suit with a black tie and black dress shoes. Fugo wore something without holes in it this time, exchanging his normal suit for a red one. Narancia wore a simple button down shirt with black pants, his hair slicked back, and Abbacchio wore a lavender suit with a holographic watch and pearl earrings, his hair in a ponytail.

You smiled at how good the group looked; all the boys cleaned up so nicely and all together at one time without something about murdering someone or getting attacked on your minds.

The men stood up; not all smiling, but all visibly happy to see you two. Giorno got up and walked toward the capo, pulling him into an embrace. “Happy birthday, Buccellati. Trish sends her wishes as well, since she couldn’t make it.”

A blush crossed Buccellati’s face, a warm smile creeping onto it as his shock faded into happiness. “Thank you guys. You didn’t have to do this... I don’t even like celebrating my birthday, anyways.”

Mista scoffed, waving his hand around. “HA! As if we’d let you spend another birthday locked in your room and doing work, especially when you have a lady around!”

The group chuckled and Narancia cut in. “Besides, it sounded like she kept you pretty busy this morning!”

You were now blushing along with Bruno and the group chuckled and Fugo smacked Narancia in the back of his head. “For christ sake, let the man live!”

“Sorry!”

You shake your head, assuring Narancia it was okay and slid into the booth you were all sitting in.

Mista grabbed the wine that sat in the middle of the table, along with a few cups. “Now, is this a party or a family reunion? Let’s get these drinks going already!”

Your night was filled with laughter and conversation, as well as a few surprises at home. Everyone enjoyed themselves to the fullest extent.

Maybe Bruno would start celebrating his birthday more from now on.

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[mrsgiovanna]

The confession (Don Giorno x Fem! Reader

A cute request from a nonnie mouse, I hope this is what you were looking for my sweet 🥰💭💜🐞

No warnings, just fluff

Word count: 1506

“Buongiorno, Gio, I have the documents you requested yesterday,” you greeted the young mafia Don with a sunny smile as you handed the envelope to him.

“Buongiorno (y/n), thank you so much for getting these to me as quickly as you did, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for just springing this on you as well,” Giorno apologized, returning your smile with one of his own.

Ever since Giorno had taken over Passione, you had been his support structure, whether it was help with the copious amounts of documentation he had to go through or intricate missions that he trusted nobody other than you with, you were always ready to serve your Don. Similarly, you could always rely on Giorno for anything. Everything you both did was aimed at protecting each other, and there was nothing that you wouldn’t do for each other. Mista Fugo and Trish always commented that you and Giorno always behaved like a couple, earning dismissive laughs from you both. Sure, you both cared deeply for each other, but a couple? No, you were certain he didn’t think of you in that way.

Just as you turned to leave, Giorno had called you back, asking you to stay for the meeting he was going to have with the Capos and Mista. No sooner had you taken your seat, had Mista brought everyone in. You sat quietly, offering your input when requested, keeping your game face on for the duration of the time. There was one Capo however, that took advantage of every opportunity he had to address you, either directly with his questions or indirectly with his flirtatious glances.

You had only encountered Lucian a few times prior to this, each time proving to more difficult than the last, however, he has never openly behaved this way in front of Giorno before. You wished they would conclude their agenda so you could escape his piercing gaze.

“Well, if that’s everything, this meeting is adjourned,” said Giorno, almost as if he was able to read your mind, bringing the meeting to a close.

“If that’s all, (y/n), would you mind walking with me, there’s something I’d like to speak to you about, I won’t take too much of your time,” said Lucian to you.

You wordlessly looked towards Giorno, and sought his permission to leave, which he gave you with a curt nod, as his intense eyes followed you until you disappeared out the door.

“You’re scowling Giorno,” Mista was somewhat amused but he actually felt bad for his friend. Whether it was confusion or just awkwardness regarding these matters, you and the emerald-eyed man have been dancing around this issue for the longest time. It was becoming tedious to watch. Perhaps the threat of another person potentially taking you away would force Giorno to give a definition to his feelings.

Mista watched him intently, deciding to speak frankly, “You know you’re in love with her… and you know she loves you too. I don’t know what it is that’s tripping you both up, but I know you can’t keep doing this forever. She’s young and beautiful and will attract the attention of others who will be more brazen in their approach. If not Lucian, then someone else will take her from you.” The gravity of Mista’s words hit Giorno all at once. Before he could say anything more, Mista had returned his attention to what he was reading, and you had returned to the room with a soft smile on your face.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, he just needed my input on one of new territories he’s taking over, we’re meeting for dinner later,” you explained nonchalantly, unable to pick up on Giorno’s discomfort.

“Dinner? Like a date? Pried the young Don, trying to think about how best to thwart these plans.

“No… yes… I guess it is a date. He seemed excited enough…”

“I see…”

“You two are beyond frustrating, I’ll see you later,” with that Mista left in an exasperated huff.

You looked at Giorno, wondering what annoyed the gunslinger to that extent, but he just shrugged it off.

The rest of the day was spent quietly working, and the hours passed by faster than you would have liked them to.

“I think we’ve made good progress today, is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?” you ask as you start gathering your things to make your exit.

“Thanks, I think we’ve covered everything… can I send one of the drivers with you? Oh, I’ll send a guard too, I’m sure none of them would mind, they’re all very fond of you and…”

“Giorno, it’s fine, it’s not such a big deal, just dinner, and I can take care of myself you know. Or have you forgotten the times I’ve beaten you while we were sparring?”

“Beat me? I let you win… I… I miss those times…” The sad smile on his face mirrored your own feelings, this nostalgia was bitter sweet.

“Me too… we should make time to do those things again… well I should go now, see you tomorrow Gio,”. Giorno sadly watched as you exited his study for the second time that day, feelings of guilt and jealously overtook his senses in waves. He wanted you to be happy, but he could no longer ignore the glaringly obvious fact that he wanted- no, needed- to be the one to make you happy.

You decided to stop at Mista’s house before going home. You wanted to make sure he was okay after the way he left earlier.

“Hey Mista,”

“(y/n), what are you doing here? Did something happen?” said Mista in a concerned voice as he stepped aside to let you in.

“No, no, I came to see how you were doing… You were acting a bit weird this morning, is everything okay?” you ask as you walked in. You always thought of Mista as an older brother, he messed with you incessantly, but you could always talk to him about the things that mattered.

“Ah, haha, I’m fine, you didn’t have to come all this way, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“You creep, I came all this way to check on you and you sound like you want to get rid of me,” you said, playfully punching him on the arm.

“Whatever, gallinella, so is everything okay with you?”

As you and Mista spent some time chatting in general, you felt a sense of calm slowly permeate your mind. With this clarity, you also realized you forgot to tell Giorno about a very important meeting he needed to be at early the next day. Just as you fished out your cellphone to call him and let him know, Mista’s phone rang.

“Oh its Giorno,”

“Perfect, Mista can you place the call on speaker please, I need to talk to him really quickly,”

With a nod, he answers the call, “Hi Giorno, listen (y/n) is…”

“You were right Mista, you were right about everything. I’m completely in love with (y/n) and I don’t know what to do. Should I just pretend? Should I tell her?”

“You just did… I was going to tell you that I put you on speaker because she was here and wanted to talk to you, but you just kept talking…”

“Goddammit Mista!”

“Hey don’t blame me, anyway , I think you should call her…” suggested Mista as he gave you some space to process the information you had just become privy to.

Your eyes grew larger than saucers and your breath hitched in your throat, you couldn’t believe Giorno felt that way. No sooner had he hung up on Mista, did you see his name popping up on your caller ID.

“(y/n), I suppose you heard all of that… even though I didn’t want you to find out like this, I meant every word. I know you have other plans tonight, but can we please talk about this tomorrow?” explained Giorno.

“I did… I heard everything. I’ll cancel my plans tonight, I can’t go with him in good conscience after all of that, it’s not fair to anyone,”

“I won’t tell you what to do, and I’ll be respectful of whatever you decide, I just feel we need to talk…”

“Thank you Gio, and yes I agree, we’ll talk when I see you tomorrow…” you respond, the smile on your face was almost audible in the happy lilt your voice carried.

“Alright then tesoro, well, have a good evening, be safe on your way home.”

After saying goodbye to Mista and driving yourself home, you had the awkward task of calling Lucian, who was more understanding than you gave him credit for. For the rest of your night, your thoughts kept returning to Giorno, and it was then that you realized exactly how deep your feelings for him ran. With those sweet feelings effervescing in your chest, you went to sleep with a smile on your face, dreaming about what the future might hold for you both.

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[headoverjojo]

Hello! 🍒 We’re glad that you have opened your requests! 🥰 Can we have a scenario, please? 🥺👉👈 For two people: Giorno and Josuke with their girlfriends (The boys have grown up). This pairs can see each other in Morioh-Cho’s cafe or something like that, and Josuke and the girl say that she is pregnant! Then Giorno and his girlfriend can make a conversation about their children... I hope that this description will be interesting for you! Thank you again! (K&S ❤️)

Aaaah helloooo :3 Awwwww, so cute and fluffy and tender :,) I loved it! Aaand... I’ve used your ocs’ names, Karina and Sophie, for the girls. I hope you don’t mind it! And I hope you’ll enjoy the scenario :3

Josuke Higashikata and his girlfriend meet with Giorno Giovanna and his girlfriend and Josuke and his girlfriend announce they’re going to be parents

(Under the cut for length!)

Among all the members of his new family -god, it was still strange to think that he, who had always been alone, now had not only a big family, but also a wonderful girlfriend and loyal friends-, his favourite was, without doubt, his cousin -or nephew? He didn’t even want to dig deep into the Joestar’s weird family tree- Josuke. First of all, both were Japanese; even if Giorno was grown mostly in Italy, he still remembered Japan and Japanese, thanks to his mother -and this was maybe the only right thing she had ever done in her life- who spoke Japanese to him even when they already lived in Italy. Second, Josuke was just few years older than Giorno, and this made them the younger Joestar boys in the family; their stands were even pretty similar in their basic powers: healing and creating life. Giorno had been incredibly fascinated by Crazy Diamond’s ability, and he and Gold Experience seemed to get along pretty well.

But, mostly, he liked Josuke’s character. Josuke was warm and welcoming, always ready to laugh and to defend the people he loved; he was also incredibly stubborn and, especially concerning his hairstyle, touchy, but it was nothing compared to the men Giorno had to meet on daily basis, as Don of Passione. Giorno had felt welcomed since the first moment he had met his cousin. The fact that Josuke had the reputation of being a delinquent just made him even more likeable. Of course it was an exaggeration; Josuke had a heart of gold and was the most tender and sweet boy around, a giant teddy-bear, especially in his girlfriend’s hands. Only his appearance and brash behaviour made him seem a delinquent, but nothing else.

One more thing that delighted Giorno was that his girlfriend and Josuke’s had grown incredibly close. They were like sisters! They called each other every day, they tried to see each other -bringing their respective boyfriends, of course; they knew how happy they were to see each other- as much as they could… like that time. Josuke’s girlfriend, Sophie, had invited Giorno and his girlfriend, Karina, to spend a nice weekend together. It was the Golden Week, in Japan, so both her and Josuke had plenty of time to spend with their favourite relatives. Of course both Giorno and Karina jumped on the first plane to Japan; both were so eager to see Josuke and Sophie again!

And so here they were, in Morioh-Cho, walking to their usual meeting point, the Morioh Cafè. Giorno smiled, looking at his girlfriend, at the radiant joy in her eyes; he lived to see her like this. He would have stolen the moon and given it to her, if this would have made her smile.

“Oh, here they are! Josuke, Sophie! Hi!” she exclaimed, lifting her arm and waving her hand, when she spotted the two near the Cafè. They turned around and their big smile were visible even if Giorno and Karina were still a bit far. Giorno felt his heart filling with happiness, and he almost wanted to run toward them. He was so happy to see them again, after the last New Year’s Eve!

“Where’s my favourite cousin?!” Josuke laughed, going to hug tightly his way thinner cousin, patting his shoulder. Giorno felt the air being knocked out his chest, but he just laughed, hugging back Josuke. All in all, he liked his cousin’s bear hugs! Karina and Sophie were hugging too, already chatting and giggling. It really was like not even a day had passed since their last meeting; no awkwardness, no needing of a bit of time to warm up again. They were so close they didn’t need it!

After few more greetings, the little group sat down at a small round table and, after ordering a coffee -Sophie, instead, opted for a fruit juice-, they finally had some time to chat peacefully.

Both Giorno and Karina, however, had noticed something strange in Josuke and Sophie. Josuke was literally vibing, like he was trying to restrain something with an immense effort, and Sophie seemed not to be able to stop smiling, especially when she looked at her boyfriend. In the end, she giggled, gently patting his arm.

“C’mon, tell them, Jo.” Josuke sighed in relief, when his girlfriend finally allowed him to reveal the secret he was dying to say, and a big smile graced his face, literally lightening it up.

“Oh, thank you! So… you are the first ones to know it. Brace yourselves… I and Sophie are going to be parents!!” Karina squealed and rushed to hug Sophie again, congratulating her and holding her hands, excited. That was an incredible news!!

“Haruno… you have experience with kids, so, like… how is it? To… be a father?” Josuke asked, when Giorno congratulated him. Giorno’s face softened, when he recognized on Josuke’s face the same worry and excitement he had felt when he and Karina had found out she was pregnant for the first time. It wasn’t something he was going to forget any soon…

“It’s tiring. A child becomes… your entire life. All your time is for them. They become the central focus of your days, and, well… sometimes it’s not easy. Parenting is a full-time job, with no holidays or sick days. But…- a gentle smile bent his lips, when the memories of his and Karina’s children filled his mind, their little blonde and black heads, their big eyes full of wonder and curiosity -it’s also wonderful. I’m sure you’ll be an incredible father, Josuke. Maybe, some days, you’ll feel tired and like you’re about to break down. It’s ok. You’re human, and you too have your limits. But, as much as this could happen, you’ll also feel blessed every time your kid smiles at you. Their happiness will be yours, their safety will be your priority. There isn’t a day I spend without feeling grateful and blessed for having my children. I’m sure it’ll be the same for you.” he said, encouraging. Josuke took a deep sigh, nodding, with his eyes closed.

“I am, well… a bit scared. You know, to… make mistakes. What if they’ll hate me? What if… I won’t be a good father?” Josuke whispered, as if he had been afraid to make his fears come true if he had spoken loud. Giorno closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the sheer panic that he too had felt, that time. To be fair, he had been scared even the second time.

“It’s normal to be scared. And… you’ll learn, Josuke. Unfortunately there isn’t any textbook for perfect parents; it’s something you have to learn while doing it. But, you know… many things are already encoded in you, and the fact that you doubt yourself, that you are not arrogantly sure you’ll be the perfect father makes me believe you’ll actually be a really good father. You’ll do your best, Josuke. Listen to your kid, try to understand them and not to put them down. You know… they know when their parents listen to them for real. It’s really important to them. If you listen to them, you’ll know what you have to do to make them happy.” Giorno explained, nodding lightly. Josuke felt like a weight had just been removed from his heart. He was feeling way more relaxed, now… he was happy Giorno was here. He was happy his cousin could understand him.

“Well then… I and Sophie were wondering, well…” Josuke gently held Sophie’s hand, smiling at her. Sophie, who had just had a similar talk with Karina, held his hand back, smiling, and turned to her beloved friends. The second surprise was coming!

“We’d like you to be our child’s godfather and godmother, if you want to.” Giorno’s heart skipped a beat, while Karina covered her mouth, surprised and moved. It was… it was an immense honor…

“Yes… yes, of course! Of course we want to, oh my god…” she said, hugging again Sophie, with a teary smile. Who would have guessed that their short holiday in Morioh would have been like this…

They couldn’t imagine anything better than this.

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