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lesbruabba · 11 months

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More Than Skin Deep

A conversation about old wounds; written for @fugio-week0 day 4: Healing

"Does it still hurt you?"

The question could have referred to any number of things, none of which he was prepared to think about, let alone answer. Having startled in response to the voice that asked it, despite its gentle tone, Fugo blinked while looking up from the array of papers beneath his fingertips, scattered across the surface of the desk. Financial information on a variety of Passione-managed businesses; the kind of thing he was good at managing.

The kind of thing he'd decided the young man before him shouldn't have to think about.

Giorno Giovanna may as well have appeared out of thin air – or maybe Fugo had just been distracted. It always amazed him how Giorno could manage to have such a large amount of presence, but still somehow go unnoticed until the very moment he wanted to be and finally drew attention to himself. There was no missing him now, standing with his hands folded before him and eyes fixed on Fugo with a strange intensity that caused him to force back a shudder.

"Huh?" Was Fugos first, incredibly intelligent response, but as he cleared his throat and awkwardly raised a hand to scratch it, it became painfully clear what Giorno was referring to. The skin there was raised beneath his fingertips, a raw and still unfamiliar texture that somehow seemed to crawl beneath Giorno's searching gaze.

"Oh – no. No, don't. . .don't worry about it," he muttered, tacking the sentence on in a futile attempt to not look like an idiot while looking back down towards his papers. For some strange reason, his heart continued to race, and he found himself incapable of focusing on the numbers on the page.

No longer unnoticed, Giorno's quiet steps drew closer as he approached the desk where Fugo worked. With every inch that closed between them, he could almost feel the distance shortening, something about that causing his breath to catch and hold in his chest. Why’s he doing that? Coming closer, asking questions – surely the young mafia boss had more important things to worry about than him. Unless he’d done something wrong – shit, Fugo hadn’t managed to fuck up somehow, had he? Fingers tightened around the pen in his grip hard enough to cause it to bend beneath his fingers, threatening to snap. Where it brushed the paper, the nib shook, leaving behind jagged and messy purple lines Fugo would later have to frustratedly try to cover.

The footsteps stilled, just on the opposite side of the desk. Then, a shuffling sound, and a quiet disturbance as something nearby shifted just a fraction – He’s sitting on the desk. Swallowing hard, Fugo finally pried his eyes from the paper in order to slowly look up. Giorno had indeed settled lightly on the desk in front of him, facing away with his legs crossed and one hand resting on a knee. The other was braced against the desk beside him, and his face was turned in Fugo’s direction, slightly tilted to the side as eyes that were too bright and unreadable looked directly towards Fugo’s face. Immediately, he looked back down, only for his gaze to flicker back to Giorno’s face in the very next moment as he began to speak. “You were touching them – your scars, I mean. I couldn’t help but notice. You do it a lot.” Shit, did he? Fugo didn’t think so, but he couldn’t deny having had to suppress the immediate urge to reach for the network of scar tissue around the corners of his mouth. It stretched from there down the underside of his jaw and partially down the expanse of his throat, and it took every bit of self control not to press a palm against his neck out of desire to hide even a small fraction.

“Sorry,” he said reflexively, then immediately grimaced and looked away. “But – no. No, it doesn’t hurt. It feels . . . weird, sometimes, like any scar does. But it doesn’t hurt. Not since you . . . healed it, anyway . . .” His voice had trailed off into a mumble, then cut off completely as Giorno’s hand suddenly removed itself from the table and reached out. Not only out, but towards him – Part of Fugo wanted to lean back and away. Another, one that would have been louder had he been speaking to anyone else, wanted to snap that hands should be kept to themselves if their owner wanted to keep them.

As it was, he simply sat stock-still as Giorno’s fingers moved, quickly and confidently, to brush against the side of his face. Right on the edge of the scarring, they lingered for several moments as their owner’s brow furrowed. “. . . I’m sorry,” he murmured, to Fugo’s complete surprise, and he felt a muscle in his cheek twitch. “I wish I’d been able to do a better job.” “What the hell are you talking about?!” the words escaped from his mouth in an immediate rush, and Fugo’s face immediately went red as he clicked his jaw back shut. Emotion had reached a boil quickly and escaped his chest before he could contain it, and it took a few moments to fight back even a fraction. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. But. . .saying that. . . just doesn’t make any sense.” As he’d spoken, he’d looked briefly back to Giorno, but grimaced while looking again towards his hand. The pen had fallen at some point from his hand, which remained half-clenched into an angry claw. Ink droplets trailed across the paper. “Not when you’re . . . the only reason it’s as healed as it is already. Which is more than . . .” Giorno hadn’t allowed his hand to fall. For what reason, Fugo didn’t know, other than perhaps an awkward lack of understanding of the definition of personal space. He was quiet for a moment, then frowned while prompting “. . . More than what?”

Pulling back a fraction, Fugo shook his head. “Nothing. It’s – it’s nothing.”

Slowly, Giorno’s hand lowered, bracing against the desk once more as his torso turned further in Fugo’s direction. The look in his eyes was – strange, to say the least, and incredibly disconcerting. Fugo didn’t like to think about what it might be seeing.

“. . . What you deserved? Is that what you were going to say?”

Disfigured lips pressed into a thin line, Fugo swallowed. His hand had clenched into a fist. “. . . Just – it was more than you had to do,” he finally muttered. “Fixing my side and my mouth . . .I didn’t know if I was going to be able to eat or smell normally ever again, and if I did, how long it was going to take. So . . .”

As if it meant anything, he finished his statement with a shrug. With any luck, Giorno would just let it go and walk away . . .

But that incredibly perceptive, curious look remained fixed upon him, and with that same gentle persistence Fugo had come to both admire and detest, he said “so you think I shouldn’t have bothered.” “No –” Mouth open, Fugo hesitated. “. . . You think that I should think it wasn’t worth the effort or time?” Shit, he was doing it again. That same, disorienting deconstructing of an otherwise spiraling thought process that put thoughts into words that Fugo never would have been able to parse out on his own. It was like being laid bare – dissected – and he couldn’t help but shift awkward and uncomfortably in place. Letting out a rush of air, he found himself asking “. . .Well? Why don’t you?” For once, Giorno looked taken aback. “I should want you to be in pain?” he shook his head, brows knit together as his shoulders slumped ever so slightly downwards. “Why?”

Their hands were only a matter of inches apart on the desk. It wouldn’t be hard for Giorno to reach over and press his hand over Fugo’s fist – of course, doing that might cause him to lose his balance and fall over, so obviously he wouldn’t. But – well. It should be easy for Fugo to unclench his fingers and reach out to do the same. Shouldn’t it? He didn’t. “. . . Shouldn’t I deserve it? Wouldn’t that be . . . common sense? After everything I did – or, I guess, didn’t do.” His voice was stronger than he’d expected it to be as he lifted his head and managed to meet Giorno’s eyes. What he found there, though he couldn’t name it, stole the air from his lungs just as much as always. The vision of Giorno before him was perfect, also just as always, save the little detail of his expression.

He was frowning, but the expression wasn’t tense or angry. Tilting his head again to the side, he lifted his hand, and reached once more for Fugo’s face. It didn’t so much as occur to him to pull away this time, already prepared for the feeling of fingertips or the brush of a knuckle across the raised, scarred skin. What he felt, instead, was the length of Giorno’s palm, settled against his cheek as he held it. Neither avoiding nor focusing entirely on the scars, he brushed a thumb just barely across them.

Giorno’s lips parted, but at first nothing came out. Something flashed in his eyes that might have been a kind of panic, if Giorno were capable of feeling things like that. Like flashes on the surface of water, his emotions were too difficult for Fugo to read – so what was the point of trying? “. . . Do you really think so?” he asked, and something in his voice was pained. Shaking his head, he was quiet for another moment, then said simply “. . . I don’t.” Pressing ever so slightly against the touch of that warm, gentle hand, Fugo felt his lip begin to tremble. Shouldn’t I? He didn’t manage to say, words sticking in his throat along with emotion. It was all he could do just to breathe. Yet, somehow, the effort not put into speaking allowed him to convince his hand to move. Slowly uncurled, leaving the indentation of nails against his palms, he reached up and gently laid his hand over Giorno’s where it rested on his face. “. . .Then . . . I don’t, either,” he mumbled, though it made no sense at all. There were no powers being used, but a warmth spread nonetheless from everywhere Giorno’s fingers touched, sending life and drive throughout his entire body. In that moment, he wanted so badly to tell him. Maybe one day, he would. He would tell him just how much more he’d been able to heal than skin.

#jjba pt 5 #jjba vento auero #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo #fugio #fugio week 2023 #purple haze feedback #zero days since i last went insane about purple haze feedback

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yael-things · 5 months

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oooo you drew mer passione! what are their outfits like and what color are their tails

OK HELLO FIRST OF ALL. BRUNO'S HAIRCLIPS ARE CHITONS .

if u want an actually good mermaid design that r BEAUTIFUL, look at this !!!

i did my own little design things, but tbh i didnt think that much abt color and also im nit that much of a mermaid connoscieur or however u spell that .

also my apologies i dont rly Know anything abt these kinds of algaes i put down, i just know what they look like. as far as i was able to find theyre not poisonous so the gang Should be fine !

abbacchio

- little purple thing on his head? starfish !! yeah its weird . but it looks cute

- honestly shouldve thought more abt the clothing, just came up with tightly roped together dark algae !

mista

- his hat is just an actual hat he found

- his sweater is like a mesh shirt made of algae !! i forgor the type but uh dark green / blue with red algae accents by the wrists

- his little choker thing is also red algae

fugo

- red algae necklace !! sometimes he ties little pretty pieces of coral to some of the necklaces he made (pls excuse this if its absolute nonsense mermaid enjoyers)

- knitted sea grass suit, mostly tied together . he still managed to keep his little suit holes

narancia

- macro cystis algae bandana macro cystis algae bandana !!!!

- his hip thingies (the pieces of the skirt that stick out on top of the belt) are little parts of corals he plucked out and wrapped together with dark green algae, then added macro cystis and red algae accents

- starfish instead of belt buckle on his shirt !! ik that starfishes are a weird animal to wear (arent they crawing heads that use their lips to move) but pls excuse that !

- his arm warmer thingies are a mixture of red algae of various kinds (thinner)

bruno

- his lingerie is made of braided filamentous algae

- his hair pins are chitons (couldnt find a specific species ...)

- instead of zippers, i ended up caving in an adding shells that are braided together by algae

- his little bracelet is of small pieces of shells braided together with algae

- the things on top of his head were going to be sea dollars but that is straight up a living thing. or a carcass. which ohhhh no . so i'll just leave it as either those flatter shells or just a braid !

i rly didnt think abt the colors and tail designs ... i dont have a knack or enough experience !! i hope u enjoy this though :))

#yael.blogs #mermaid au #jjba mermaid au #part 5 mermaid au #golden wind #passione #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #yael.doodls #ig ??

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scolpimpisdiary · 2 years

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Late Night Confessions

Leone Abbacchio x Reader

SFW! No Advisory Warnings Necessary

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“You know I love you right?”

It was all so sudden. The man and coworker that you’ve grown to see over the years as stoic, tough and stubborn, was drunkenly confessing his love to you at 2 in the morning.

“It’s late, Leone..” you mumbled, still in a tired daze yourself. As much as you didn’t want to admit, your cheeks were a rosy tinge of red. You’ve liked Leone as well, for quite a long time actually, but never admitted to it in fear of ruining your professional relationship as mafiosos. As much as your heart didn’t want to, you couldn’t help but think that Leone was simply so drunk that he couldn’t realize what he’s saying.

A loud unsatisfied groan drew itself through the phone, showing that he wasn’t going to end the conversation so easily.

“B-but y/n…y-you don’t under..stand..”

Before you could say another word, Leone continued on with his intoxicated mumbling. “..I just..feel so lonely sometimes..like nobody understands me..”

Your lips were shut in silence, gently nodding along to his statement. It hurt to hear how much he was actually hurting. Leone was always a man that kept everything inside and didn’t like talking to anyone until he exploded. He was trapped in a harmful cycle.

“But you..you get me..s-so well..and..wait, are you still there?”

“Yes, Leone. I’m still here”

“Good..”

You continued to listen to Leone’s tired rambles about you and him, secretly wishing that this moment could last forever, and wishing that he’d meant everything he just said to you. Of course, you knew that by the time he woke up, there’s a chance he may not remember your conversation.

The both of you fell asleep mid-phone call, Leone first. In the morning time you made your way over to Libeccio as per usual, stopping by a gelato stand nearby and picking up different flavors for everyone. A particular flavor that you’ve seen, called Grape Swirl had caught your eye for a particular reason. It reminded you of the lipstick Leone would wear all of the time. Once you’ve arrived at Libeccio, everyone was performing their usual duties around the restaurant. Fugo was helping Narancia with math problems, Bruno had been making phone calls to other capos and Giorno was out handling negotiations with businesses around the city. Leone sat in his usual spot, but rather than listening to music his tired form slouched over the dining room table, groaning and holding his head from the likely hangover. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see him like this from time to time, but it was still quite saddening for you.

As you absentmindedly stared at Leone, he glanced up at you from his tired state, immediately groaning and closing his eyes again. Yep, same old same old.

You sat next to an excited Narancia, who immediately grabbed the bag from your grasp and started sifting through it.

“Yes! Y/N got gelato again!” he shouted happily, prompting an annoyed grunt from Abbacchio because of his loudness.

Fugo rolled his eyes and scoffed at the boy’s impatience. “Jesus Narancia, you couldn’t even wait for y/n to hand it out to us?”

Mista then joined in, searching for his frozen treat as well. “Hell no! It’s hot as shit and we’re not little kids! But if you want Fugo, you could have Y/N take your gelato and pour it in a little baby bottle for you to drink out of!”

“Okay okay, that’s enough guys..” even though you yourself found that a little funny, you still kept your composure, knowing that Fugo was already on the verge of exploding from the slick comment.

Once both Mista and Narancia were done ravaging the bag, you gave Fugo his tiny container of gelato and grabbed Leone’s. You turned to him, seeing his head still resting on the table. He still looked quite ill from the hangover. Grabbing a spoon from the tray and resting it on the tiny plastic lid of his gelato container, you placed it gently near him and nudged him with it

Leone peaked up from the table, glancing at the gelato then over to you. He could see the concern written on your face, but still chose to push the tiny container away and close his eyes instead.

“I’m not hungry”

You let out a sigh of frustration. Reasoning with a person like Leone could be difficult. He’d let his pettiness or stubborn nature get in the way of things, even on missions.

“Did you even eat today? Please just eat something..”

Mista then joined the conversation. “I agree, you should eat something! You look like shit Abbacchio. But if you don’t want your gelato then I could take it off your hands!” He then happily reached for the container, but after you swatted his hand away and shot him a glare, he retreated it with a groan. You then turned your attention back to Leone.

“Come on, just one bite?”

“I said I’m not hungry.”

"But-"

You were then interrupted with the white-haired man slamming his fist on the table. He gave you a harsh glare.

“God you can be so goddamn annoying! You aren’t my mom or dad, so stop trying to force me to eat this shit and fuck off already!”

His words shot out like venom, but instead of stinging your skin, it stung your heart. Leone then pushed the gelato away again. You dragged your feet and grabbed the bag with the remaining gelatos left. Your face was red with embarrassment and heart felt heavy from the hurtful comments that it had just recieved.

“..well okay then..I guess im just going to put the rest of these in the freezer..”

You immediately ran off to the restaurant kitchen, sticking the frozen treats away in the freezer one by one. As you finished up, you could feel a warm trickle of tears paint your cheeks. Shutting the freezer door tight, your hands wiped away the tears, desperately trying to conceal your sadness. As you thought to yourself, a feeling of conflict grew inside of you. Leone had said he loved you, but he was drunk when he did, and even lashed out at you later today. Was he regretting what he said? Your heart desperately wanted to accept that those were his true feelings, but your brain couldn't. You just didn't know, and that lack of information left your heart feeling heavy for the rest of the day.

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“That was fucked up, dude.” Mista mumbled. “And for that, I think I deserve your gelato!” He then ran off to the kitchen. The tanned man didn't really give the situation much thought, he just wanted an excuse to eat more gelato.

Leone grumbled and said “Do what you want, I don’t give a damn.”

Even though Fugo didn’t say a word, the younger boy’s disapproving and judging glare at him was enough to understand how he felt. Narancia didn’t say anything either, he was still processing the situation that had unfolded.

“Oh come on, don’t look at me like that Fugo.”

“Jesus Christ Abbacchio, Y/N was just trying to help! Why do you push away the people that actually give a shit about you?”

The anger that fueled the older man had soon rushed back, this time directing itself at Fugo rather than you. “What the hell do you think you’re talking about, little kid?”

Fugo then scoffed and rebutted “I find it funny you’re calling me a little kid, considering you’re the one lashing out at everyone around you like a goddamn chimpanzee!”

Leone then stood up and grabbed Fugo by his necktie. “If you have a problem with it then-“

“Jeez cut it out you two! Can’t we just have a chill day?” Narancia yelled at the two men. Fugo groaned and Leone let him go, the both of them exchanging glares for a second.

“Fine” Fugo replied first. “Maybe I was being a little too judgemental, but Abbacchio I still think you owe Y/N some sort of apology.” He then collected his math books and left, calling Narancia so they can return to their shared home and study there.

This left Leone alone at the table with his thoughts. Left to process what he was told by the younger boy, and how he had treated you.

Around the afternoon time, Bruno sent you and a couple others on a mission which cut into the evening. It was to infiltrate a very wealthy business that was actually operating an underground drug ring. It ended in everyone on the team being wounded to some extent, you luckily having the least wounds. Leone didn’t come, which left you with some questions, but overall you just decided to shrug it off.

What you didn’t know was that during your mission, Leone stayed at Libeccio.

His thoughts slowly carried him away from the busy city around him, reflecting back on when he lashed out at you. Using Moody Blues, Leone replayed when you gave him the frozen treat, and the exact moment your face drooped when you heard the insulting words come from his mouth.

Leone knew that what he did must’ve stung you to the core. Regret filled his heart, but he didn’t know how to tell you that he was sorry.

The truth is, ever since defeating the previous boss, Leone's stress would get ultimately worse. He knew deep down that's probably why Bruno didn't assign him the current mission, as to avoid causing him any possible harm to his health. But unfortunately, Leone took it out on the people around him, and he didn't truly realize the extent of his actions until now.

"Fugo..Y/N..you guys didn't deserve that..im so sorry.."

He didn’t want to see you hurt or in pain in any way. Just knowing that he was the one that caused you to feel this way ate at his conscience.

“I'll make it up to you..” he mumbled under his breath.

"I promise.."

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Once you were at your apartment, you drew a bath and took your mind off of the stresses that today had brought. While dozing off, you’d hear a light buzz from your phone, indicating a message had just been sent to you.

Quickly snatching it off the counter and gazing over the phone, you realized that it was a text message from Leone.

L: Come to my place at 9. Don’t be late.

Nine? It was already 7:48, and you had just arrived home from the rough mission. A sigh left your lips as you got up from the warm bath and wrapped a soft towel around your wet form. "This better be important.." you stated, begrudgingly dragging your feet against the cold floor of your home. Your heart grew slightly sore as you carried on, but the soreness soon replaced itself with curiosity, wondering why he needed you to come over in the middle of the night.

Before you could start getting dressed, your phone went off again.

"What the hell is it this time?"

L: Wear something nice too.

Rolling your eyes, you tossed your phone onto your bed and got ready.

When you got to Leone's place, the door to his apartment was already cracked open. As you entered, your nostrils were immediately met with a pleasant mixture of herbs and spices. You followed the scent to his kitchen, only to see him cooking nearby.

Leone's hair was in a low ponytail, and he donned a white button-up with some jeans. He also wore a purple apron with a skull pattern, to which you thought was kind of cute. His facial expressions were as cold and unmoving as ever.

"..Leone?" you mumbled.

He quickly turned to you. "Oh good, you're finally here. I'm almost done so take a seat."

Pulling up a chair and sitting at a table nearby, you raised Leone a question. "What's all of this?"

"I'm making dinner."

"In the middle of the night?"

"Yes."

As you sat quietly and watched, you noticed how calm and relaxed Leone was as he stirred the contents inside of the cooking pan. He didn't even have a glass of wine nearby. It was just him, cooking and vibing. In a way, his calm aura passed itself onto you, making you feel less tense about the situation as your shoulders loosened on the chair.

Once he was done and the both of you had started eating, you had wondered why exactly was this man so calm? He's normally never like this.

"What do you think of the food?" He asked.

"It's very nice, you did a good job! I've never had your cooking before, so it was nice to finally taste it."

A sly smirk presented itself on Leone's face.

"But.." you mentioned. "I need to know how you actually feel about me. First you say that you love me, then you're mad at me, now you're acting as if nothing ever happened! Don't you see how many mixed signals you're sending here?"

Leone was still quiet, this time staring at you, slightly annoyed. You stood up and leaned over the table, getting closer to his face.

"Oh god don't give me that face! I need to know how you actually feel about me, I deserve to fucking know-"

Immediately, he grabbed your face, meeting you with an intense kiss.

"Do you really want to know my true feelings about you?" Leone teased. You nodded eagerly. Before he continued to kiss you, he added on, "You know Y/n. I like seeing you worked up like this..it's hot.."

Your face burned up from Leone's words as he closed the distance with another kiss, this time biting on your lip as he pulled away, making you yelp.

Leone pulled you towards his room, pushing you onto his bed as he continued planting rough kisses on your mouth and face.

"The truth is" he mumbled in between kisses, "I really do love you Y/N. I just..I just don't know how to show it I guess."

The hair in Leone's ponytail managed to escape his loose hair tie, gently falling down his shoulders and tickling your face. Not caring about his hair being down, Leone covered you in even more lilac-tinted smooches.

"You know, I'm not good at this emotional stuff okay..''

You chuckled and grinned a little. "You don't have to be."

The kisses then stopped temporarily as Leone laid to the side of you and snaked his arm around you. "I find that hard to believe."

"Nope, it's true. Just be honest with me, respectful too obviously..that's all I want."

He sighed and pulled you in closer, resting his chin on the crook of your neck as the midnight tiredness slowly took both of you.

"I will be..

"You promise?"

"I promise."

#jjba x reader #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #leone abbachio x reader #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #abbacchio #jjba abbacchio

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denako · 19 hours

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Log 4:

Sorry for ending the last log so weird. It's just...

I don't know what's happening.

Last log I mentioned I found someone else while looking for Fugo.

I am yet to speak to him and ask what happened, but that doesn't matter right now.

...

I found Narancia yesterday, alive and well. He was acting weird while I transported both him and Fugo back into the hideout.

But it seems like he had some sort of an episode once I seperated them.

I thought I was helping them, letting them relax alone, but it turned out I couldn't be further from what I wanted.

I had to cut the log short because he started screaming and he wouldn't stop no matter what i tried to do. So i ended up tending to him the entire night insteadbof finishing the log.

I checked several times what could have him acting like that but there was nothing in his room.

I had to let Nara back into Fugo's room or he wouldn't stop screaming.

And once he left his room I took a look through it and I fould bunch of papers strewn on the floor, just like in Fugo's house. It seems he drew the images on them in moments I wasn't present in his room.

I don't know what to think of these. The red parts of the creature thingy seems enough like Aerosmith. But if that's what's making him scream why couldn't I see it? This is all just so weird. How is he even alive in the first place? Yes, I was able to revive Bruno for a few days. But Narancia died over a year ago, there is no way he's alive because of Golden Experience.

I just hope this isn't like a weird stand attack.

#sri au #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #jjba

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mlimby · 1 year

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JJBA Character Model Studies/Analysis (only Part 5)

Hi, this post is just me praising the art direction in the “Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure” fighting games “Eyes of Heaven” and “All Star Battle”. Don’t know if this has been done before but I’ve been thinking about this so much.

One thing I love about the character design in these games is that they avoid same-face-syndrome. Each character is given unique facial features AND retains their part’s art style “quirk”, I guess you could call it, that anime/manga sometimes struggles with (due to the nature of the genre.) This is the closest to canon appearance descriptors that we are going to get that are not the basic things like height, hair color, eye color, etc. I’m talking like face shapes and whatnot.

Since the Part 5 cast are my favorites, I’m going to be using them as my examples. Yes, I am starved of Part 5 content.

Each image I use is going to be from a GTA 3 mod page (which I will source at the end of this post cause don’t you want to play as them in GTA?) since it’s the clearest and most consistent set of close up images I could find lol.

Giorno:

Round, hooded(?), soulful, watery, wet beast eyes (his iris and pupils take up most of the space in his eyes)

Winner of wettest most watery eyes on the team

Very angled, blocked in eyebrows

Heart shaped face (widest at the forehead with pointy chin) very much emphasized by his cornet hair

Square jaw

Big ole rounded ears that stick out (Second biggest ears on team)

Slightly wider nose relative to the width of his mouth but overall balanced facial features

The way his suit is modeled gives him kind of a blocky appearance and make his limbs look shorter

Short fingers

In all, they gave him a very rounded/blunt appearance

I don’t believe in kibbe typing but, Soft Natural

Bucciarati:

Horizontally long, almond shaped eyes with visible double eyelid (smaller iris and pupils leave most of the white showing)

Has the second driest eyes on the team (only behind Mista)

Super thin, straight eyebrows that are more filled in towards the front (probably drew them on)

Thinner, oval face shape I think (pulls off the blunt bangs and bob cut very well good for him!)

Has a wider mouth and super full lips

Thin and long nose (emphasizing longer mid face makes him look more mature)

He got small bones

Well tailored suit (compared to Giorno’s somewhat ill fitted modified school uniform)

Long, slender fingers

Sleek, modern, and sharp impression

Probably Dramatic Classic lol

Fugo

Round/almond shaped eyes with visible double eyelid (smaller iris and pupils with most of the white showing)

Very long, angled, eyebrows but not as fat as Giorno’s

I’d like to say he has an oblong face shape plus IMAX forehead (sorry)

More v shaped jaw most similar to Bucciarati

Similar facial feature placement to Bucciarati but has a slightly more rounded nose tip and a not as pinched nose bridge

Big ole hands and fingers

Lanky teenage boy archetype

Very rectangular but slightly more blunt than sharp

Flamboyant Natural or straight up Dramatic probably

Narancia

Big round eyes with visible double eye lid but his iris and pupil still leave a lot of white showing (biggest eyes on team)

Big ears like huge ears (biggest ears on team)

Really thick and noticeable bottom lashes

Second place for most watery eyes on the team (I’d describe them as more sparkly and alert than watery I suppose)

Thin but angled eyebrows

Oval face shape but no sharp or hard edges just round (retains the most facial baby fat)

V shaped/rounded jaw but not as defined

Lips similar in proportion to Giorno’s but with a more defined cupid’s bow

Shorter limbs

Smaller hands with smaller fingers

He’s not short! He’s compact!

He’s like a small rock to me just all muscle but thin

Like how monkeys have super compact muscles that make their limbs appear thin but they’re actually super strong and can do unspeakable damage

Flamboyant Gamine

I’ll add more of the team in a later reblog of this post or a separate one I don’t know.

Image Sources: (all by Alessandar212)

#jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 5 #jjba #jjba part 5 #giorno giovanna #vento aureo #golden wind #bruno bucciarati #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #mlramble #jjba analysis #wall of text #text post #personal

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purplehaze11307 · 1 year

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Bruno Bucciarati x Leone Abbacchio

warnings: Major angst, alcohol, alcoholism, punching, crying

note: I’m back👀 and with some angst😈 I wanted to do a fanfic with these two but of course I had to do some angst with it so here it is ⭐️

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It rained.

Rain was pouring from the dark clouds as night grew, leaving the Capo walking up to an apartment with an umbrella in hand. He pressed the button on the buzzer at the doors of the apartment, speaking into the small speaker,

“Leone? Leone, it’s me, Bucciarati.” He waited, waiting for an answer but instead of an answer the door opened for him, letting the man rush inside and up to his friend’s apartment. He knocked on the door of the apartment, only to soon realise the door is not locked. This causes the young male to get cautious, calling out Sticky Fingers and then walking in. He was expecting a enemy stand user, a enemy stand user that could have one of his dearest friends as a hostage but instead he was met with a sight on the couch.

His good friend, Leone Abbacchio, laid on the couch, drinking from a bottle of wine. The way he was laying faced Bruno as he walked in. The only light that lit the room up was a small lamp that sat on a small table next to the couch. With the light, Bruno could see the guilt in his workers eyes but knew that the rest of his face did not show guilt, instead, it showed tiredness. Bags laid under Leone’s eyes, his lipstick smudged, drops of red wine stained his white shirt he was wearing. As Leone’s capo walked closer he could smell the horrid smell of overuse of alcohol.

“Leone.” Bruno called out, catching the tall males attention as he sat up, looking over at his boss. “What are you doing here, Bucciarati?” He questioned, taking a swig from the bottle and then standing up but he stumbled, noticing Bruno ready to catch him if he fell.

“Leone, you have not been with the gang for days. You haven’t answered any of my calls or Mista’s. Narancia and Fugo are getting worried. I’m worried..” Bruno’s words did not reach to Leone’s ears, instead, Leone just took another drink from the bottle, walking away. “Just fuck off, Bucciarati..” he mumbled, stumbling and then leaning against the wall, his shoulder pressing against the cold hard material. “You seem to be waiting for me to give up on you, Abbacchio.” His words caught Leone’s attention, causing the male to look over at his boss. “But as I’ve said, I have no intention of doing so.”

Abbacchio was able to remember one night, a night where Bruno caught Abbacchio being a mess like this for the first time.

“I won’t give up on you, Leone.” Soft words spoke as Leone sat next to the toilet, his short hair sticking to his face as he watched his friend, Bruno, run the bath for him. “I will help you get through this. Yes, I know it’s hard to give up on something like this and you are so long gone, deep into this addiction, but I’ll always be here and will never give up.” Shoes tapped against the bathroom floor, walking towards Leone as he looked up at the male, Bucciarati reaching his hand towards him. “Alright?”

Abbacchio gritted his teeth, looking over at Bruno and then walking towards him. “Oh yeah?” He took the males jaw into his hand, pulling him in closer and then kissing him, a kiss that left only pain. Leone was furious, wanting Bruno to give up on him already. He doesn’t want Bruno to waste his time on him, trying to help him with something that is so unfixable. Leone pulled away from the kiss, giving his boss a smirk.

“How about now?” Abbacchio questioned, his boss just standing in front of him with a shocked expression. “Still want someone like me connected to your name?”

Bruno’s hand curled into a fist.

“Around your kids-“ Leone was cut off when Bruno’s hand met with his face, punching the goth male so hard that blood drew from Leone’s nose already. Leone held his jaw, groaning but then his groans turned into chuckles.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought-“

“DON’T YOU EVER.”

Leone looked up Bruno, Bruno’s soft charming face, now turned into a angry charming face, anger filled his face as he glared at Leone.

“Don’t you ever..use me to hurt yourself, Leone Abbacchio.” All Leone could do was stare at Bruno as he wiped his nose, blood staining his arm, his cheek and eye now red as it will soon form a bruise the next day.

“I will forgive you most things, but I won’t forgive that.” Bruno gave Leone one last glare before he turned and walked out of his apartment, closing the door behind him as he stormed down the hall but something grabbed at his sleeve.

Leone, who stayed in his apartment, moving his back so his back was now against the wall as he slid down the hard surface and landed on his ass, holding his jaw as tears escaped from his eyes, tears that stained his cheeks, black tears rolling down his cheeks from the eyeliner he wore. All Leone could do was just sit there and cry, asking himself why does he have to be so difficult.

Bruno looked over at his sleeve, seeing a stand, a stand that he knows too well of, a stand that belongs to the man he hit.

Moody Blues.

Moody Blues pulled Bruno at his sleeve, pulling him back to the apartment, trying to get him to come back in. Bruno’s anger soon faded, listening to the stand’s distressed noises. Bruno remembers that stands are basically their user, they express how they really feel from the inside. Bruno took notice that Moody Blues was Leone, Leone needed help and was searching for it. He wanted help.

Moody Blues soon let go, soon slowly disappearing, disappearing back to Leone. Bruno also took notice of this, Leone did not want anybody to waste time on him.

Bruno hesitated, looking at Leone’s apartment door, until he opened the door, walking into the room to see Leone on against the wall, legs up to his chest as he cried into his knees. Bruno’s gaze softened, his gaze turning sad as he walked over and looked down at the man, the man that cried and made more of mess of himself. The Capo sat down next to Leone, Leone looking up from his knees, his red messy eyes spotting the man he hurt. Bruno refused to look at Leone like this so he pulled Leone into his chest, this caused Leone to cry so hard into him, crying like a river as he let out all of his emotions.

“I’m so sorry, Bucciarati..” He cried out, Bruno closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“Just..Just be quiet..” Bruno mumbled, listening to Leone’s cries as they begin to fade out, fading from Bruno’s hearing.

“Just be quiet..”

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Note: There! Angst! I kinda teared up from this :,)

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #bruabba #bruabbawriting #leone abbacchio #bruno buccellati #bruno buccerati #bruno x abbacchio #brunoxabbacchiofanfic #jjba x reader

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ace-the-fox · 1 year

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Based on what I see on your blog, i know you have other jojo oc kids besides Haruka and Momo. Is it alright if I know who they all are?

I WAS SO EXCITED THAT I GOT THIS ASK AND THEN I FORGOT ABOUT IT WHOOPS-

I was gonna maybe do quick sketches to go along with this ask, but I don't have the time rn and I drew them for this dumb meme a while ago anyways. I'm just really talking about my main villain kids here, and also a bonus girlie 👀. Also some of these aspects, especially in later parts, are a little underbaked. I haven't really rewatched Jojo in a while (and I also have yet to finish part 6, let alone even sniff at the manga) so if it contradicts with Jojo canon... don't talk to me lmao /lh

So, let's start off with Ciliegia, my DIO kid. She's also Giorno's twin sister. She seems aggressive and a little scary, but she's actually just a lil chihuahua. She can and will hurt you if deserved, but she's also just a lil guy you know? A lil vampire lady who just wants head scratches and cherry lollipops. She goes with Giorno to join the mafia, but it's kinda just because home and school suck and she wants to help keep him safe. She's got a crush on Fugo, which eventually develops into a real relationship later on (when exactly is a difficult question, because I haven't decided wether I want her to get on the boat or not. I have reasons for either side, but this section is long enough as it is...) She's also kind of "One of the Boys" but not in a Pick Me girl way (she and Trish have a very nice friendship :) ). Her stand, Dresden Doll, can essentially disintegrate anything (or anyone...) into an ash like substance, but she doesn't use it after a... pretty traumatic experience of her accidentally activating it.

Izei is my Kars and Esidisi kid, who was in the care of Santana as an infant during the events of Part 2. He, thus, was adopted by Stroheim without literally anyone else's knowledge... oof. Stroheim kept him to have further insight on Pillar Man development, but kinda had a father/son bond but the experimentations and the fact that Izei was cooped up in the facility all day really hindered that. He does end up in the care of Joseph and Suzi Q somehow as a teen though, and becomes besties with a younger Holly. He also joins the Speedwagon Foundation later, around Part 3, specialising in animals. I like to imagine, in this universe, he drops off Iggy to the crusaders. He doesn't get a stand, because he obviously doesn't really need one with his ultimate being ass dad, but he does inherit Esidisi's nifty heat powers (they are mostly used to reheat Joseph's coffee). He's a good, quiet lad, if a little snarky and rebellious at times.

Livia is my Diavolo kid, the product of a one-night stand. Her mother quickly became a drug addict when she was little, to cope with her young and single motherhood and being kicked out by family due to it. She has, therefore, probably had the worst backstory. Taking care of her mother, dealing with the often sleazy and aggressive boyfriends she brought home, living in poverty etc. And then her mother died of an overdose and Livia, not wanting to end up in foster care, ran away and got donuted by Diavolo in the process... but then her stand kicked in. Nine Inch Nails' ability is literal immortality (and also makes wounds heal faster - she can heal a papercut in under five minutes), but she can still feel the pain of everything, she just can't die, so it's not as fun as you might think.

Miel technically doesn't count, as she has no biological or even legal relation to Pucci, but idc lol. She sees him as a father figure anyways, as their dysfunctional family were very attentive in the church he preached at. I'm not sure exactly what role she plays in Part 6, but she is very much aware and on board with his whole plans, as he's one of the two people they trust. The other being a boy named Peter who they have a crush on, and he does reciprocate those feelings but she turns them down. She claims it's because she wants to be a nun and doesn't want to affect that, but it's really because witnessing her parents' terrible relationship really affected her. Their stand, Oh Klahoma, makes them able to disguise themselves in objects like desks and walls while still being able to see and hear.

Jamie is my Funny Valentine kid (even though I despise that man), originally from a separate universe where his wife can have kids and then brought into Part 7 by D4C. He actually really looked up to his dad until he met Lucy Steel shortly after being brought to this universe, which just so happened to be after the... you know. He didn’t look upon him so favourably after that (mmm... yummy rebellion arc). There's also stuff going on before he switched universes, like his dead boyfriend who was also engaged to someone else at the time... yeah. His stand, Achilles, can also see into the future, meaning he can change the future. It's a little tricky, though, as 1) he can't just choose to see the future, they just come as random prophetic visions and 2) he has no idea when these future visions are meant to be, they could be anything from five minutes to five years away.

Kia is my Tooru fankid. Not sure how exactly it happened, but one day a 17 year-old just popped out of the dirt like nothing. They were immediately taken in by a teenage boy who they almost immediately developed a crush on. Unfortunately, he's taken. Fortunately, Kia's stand, "Breaking Glass", allows him to shapeshift. So, he pretends to be the guy's girlfriend. If you feel bad for their crush, I would also like to say that he had a feeling it was Kia the whole time BTW and let them do it anyways... *sigh* men.

And lastly, as a bonus, Concetta! My Cioccolata/Secco kiddo. They should probably not be allowed anywhere near children, but their aesthetic and relationship is fun and I just had to. Concetta was raised by her dads up until the colleseum fight, which she was present for, and the police found her as a newly made orphan at ten years old. She goes through foster care for a couple of years, and then runs off to get revenge on Giorno. Just teenage girl things, yk? Her stand, Brittle Bones, allows her to take off her own limbs and have them still be fully functional without causing her pain... fun!!

#jjba #jjba ocs #ciliegia giovanna #izei #livia bianci #miel pucci #james valentine #kia #concetta #this is so long and there's still so many things i cut #i could go on about these little shits for hours istg #also sorry for the delay #as i said i forgot about this for a day #felt sick as fuck this morning #then at one point my phone died and half of this didn’t save so i had to rewrite 💀

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openerupzipperman · 1 year

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posting some various artworks from the past 2-3(???) months (minus the last one, that’s like several months old now at this point)

explinations when you click on the pictures, but if you can’t see those, i’ll put them under the cut (sorry, i talk a lot)

fugo (and purple haze) character study, i was mostly focusing on the fact that fugo and purple haze’s designs are more complicated than i would like them to be, also the funny scar from phf cuz i like when people draw that

golden weed and purple smoke, prompted by conversations made in the jojo heritage posts discord server i joined last month

never really drew moody blues, so i wanted to try to see if i could figure them out??? wanted to incorporate the the more effeminate looks they have while making them androgynous enough (i personally dont headcanon abbacchio as a trans woman, so it’s all just kinda ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ for me)

during an aggio board with some people from the heritage server again, people were drawing p5 as pets so i did the funny kermit meme and pesci as uno pesci(? idk italian) plus the mista is there just cuz i thought it’d be funny to draw him like he would draw himself (hence the ‘mista age 18′ written next to it) also fugio, self explanitory

i was working off of multiple fan interpretations where abbacchio A) has freckles and/or B) has albanism, so my own headcanon is he has major freckles, the manga eyecolor is his actual eyecolor, and he puts on make up and eye contacts to hide some of the parts of albanism he’d be more sel concious about

Wormbbacchio,,,, happened because of a night playing a fuck ton of jackbox party pack in the heritage server, the original worm image is in the server but i didnt draw it and idk the person’s tumblr who did draw it off the top of my head, so uh, here’s my own, because that also exists

ok LAST ONE, this is something i drew months ago trying to do a panel redraw on top of figuring out how i wanna draw bucciarati’s gang in general, since then i have changed a bit of the designs i go with, but this is moreso just a general shapes outline for each of them now so i can be more consistent with my art

ok we’re done now, go home

#jjba #jjba p5 #jjba part 5 #leone abbacchio #moody blues jjba #pannacotta fugo #Art Tag or whatever #i honestly dont like abbacchio as much as some of the other characters but his feminine looks and masculine behavoirs captivate me or smth #please ignore the massive amount of spelling errors tumblr wont tell me shit

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randoimago · 2 years

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Question, what is your favorite thing in each part of JoJo's and what's your least favorite??

Ooh good question! I'll separate this by parts instead of having my thoughts all in one paragraph!! I'll also add the "Keep Reading" since it'll get lengthy.

I mention spoilers to JoJo's in this as well as some Part 6 manga stuff!

Part 1

I really like how it immediately sets up, "Okay this is the bad guy. You will hate him. And this is the good guy, he's a really good guy!" instead of having you question, "okay who's side am I on? who should I route for and who will betray me?"

What I don't like is how much of a good guy Jonathan is. Dio did a lot of BS to him and he's still like, "No, he's my brother. I will stay by his side." Dio killed your dog! Why are you still being honorable?!

Part 2

Favorite part, Tequila Joseph. Okay, okay, kidding aside, Joseph is a really good contrast from Jonathan since he's a gremlin. Part 2 also has a really interesting way of giving an origin to The Mask which I thought was really cool. The concept of the Pillar Men was definitely "Oh shit, this is bad" but then it shows that they're still human in ways (at least Wamuu is. I definitely liked him the most).

Least favorite, how long it took me to get the reference of Esidisi's name. I literally paused the show and said, "Oh my god!" when it came to me.

Part 3

I liked the idea of Stands finally coming in since before I watched JoJo's, I thought Stands were the whole show and boy was I wrong xD. The idea of Stands being based off of Tarot was really cool too just because I find Tarot so fascinating so there's some bias. Also changing the Opening at DIO's reveal is the coolest fucking thing.

Honestly, the other two parts I would watch everyday until I finished. When I got to Part 3, I stopped watching for a bit just because it felt like it dragged on at times and my attention span isn't great with long anime. I mean, part 3 felt like it was two parts considering it was the whole "Lead up to Egypt" and then "We're finally fucking here".

Part 4

It's such a nice contrast from the rest of JoJo's. Part 4 is so much more vibrant and not everyone has the bone structure of a brick house. Not to mention Kira is such a good bad guy. I know I mentioned before liking how episode one was "Dio is a pile of shit" but the foreshadowing and lead up to Kira was so good.

I feel like I liked the introduction of Kira so much that I ended up being impatient with this part a bit. Like some of the filler was nice, but I could've done without those episodes just because I wanted to see the epic fight (not to mention what kind of fuck shit would happen with the Opening song).

Part 5

It felt a bit refreshing to be in Italy with a whole new cast of characters (well besides Kokichi and Jotaro that only show up for a fraction of the beginning). That change was really nice and the idea of Giorno being Dio's son was definitely super cool and drew me in because I was invested in this GioGio now.

This part also felt like it dragged on in places, also I feel like some Stand abilities ended up being forgotten? Don't get me wrong, Giorno's Stand is cool but did it show the "if you damage my stand, it does double damage to you?" again? Also I don't remember any uses of Moody Blues besides the Boat and then Abbacchio's death. Fugo leaving also sucked because I feel like Purple Rain could've really helped in quite a few instances, but I guess it makes sense that not everyone would be willing to go on the suicide mission.

Part 6

The fact that this one is a JoJo that was wrongly convicted and whole goal is getting out of jail feels like such a whiplash from the rest of the show which is "enemies are out there and they will find us" to "the enemy is here and I need to find them" and I love that. I also love the characters so much. I began picking up the manga because I am invested. Also also, fucking Dio is back (kind of, there's many flashbacks to him at least).

Considering Part 6 isn't over yet (and I haven't completely finished Stone Ocean's manga) finding a least favorite is kind of hard. I guess it's the fact that I now have to read the manga to find out what happens and not having those fight scenes animated (for me, reading fight scenes in manga is always so difficult because my brain will not comprehend what is happening). I had to reread the freaking Baby Stand thing a few times because my brain was not translating for me.

#mod kat speaks

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semercury · 5 years

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me: *can never follow through with anything, is terrible at anything i try, has low motivation, perpetually terrified of disappointing people*

me, for the 47899th time: hEY I SHOULD MAKE AN ASKBLOG....

#stuff sarah says #i'm too embarrassed by my art #at least with the fugo blog it was supposed to look kinda bad so i could get away with it #but i look at the two asks i answered trying to actually draw well and i die inside #like a lot #but on the other hand i'm also hghhfdhsdhfs fugotrish askblog..........#like i could put ''badly drawn'' in front of the blog title #but like.... all the ''badly drawn'' blogs are so cute....#they lie..... it's not badly drawn....#i know art isn't like A Goal really #i'm never going to do it professionally or ever take commissions bc i know i suck and i have other bigger passions #but like... i was talking abt this with elizabeth last night #there's ideas for pieces i have in my head and i want them to exist and be sharable #even if it's just with my friends #i know i drew trish that one time but i was too scared to post it bc i know i'm so bad at coloring #but it felt nice to finally show something to my friends again #like even tho writing is significantly more personal to me bc i literally pour my heart and soul into everything i write #like if you read my stuff you basically know me and my demons #i'm more confident in it. i know i'm not terrible #i wouldn't exactly say i'm a good writer but like. i know i don't suck #but art? i suck at art #like it's just an objective fact #i don't know anatomy at all i have no idea what colors are #i certainly don't have the time energy or money to take classes in this stuff so i know i'll always be stuck #but it is fun. drawing got me through some tough times in high school when i bought my tablet #it's a nice escape and i wish i wasn't so afraid to do it anymore #especially bc i have art ideas that i want to make a reality but i can't bc i'm afraid

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plushienanami · 2 years

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

Surprised from the sudden unknown intruders in your home…are they really unknown?

(Yan!Buccigang x Fem!Reader)

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“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?”

Snapping your head up from the intruder's voice, the sight before you led you to dropping the small succulent pot you had. You fumbled around trying to catch the pot before it met its demise. With a firm grip, you focused your attention on the person in front of you…or more like people.

There they were in their full glory. Each looked the same as you remembered,as if they were ripped out of your phone screen and dropped into your world. Clutching onto the pot you tried to find the words to speak, but immediately rendered speechless.

Footsteps drew closer to you as all you could do was stare. A firm hand was placed on your shoulder from no one other than Guido Mista.

“We missed ya you know? How long has it been for you? Feels like forever to us.”

It had been awhile since you heard Mista’s voice. You missed it especially when he would throw jokes and small innuendos at you. His large black irises staring directly into your e/c orbs. Your heart began to beat faster and swell at his prolonged eye contact.

“M-Mista…”

All of a sudden you felt a force crash into you and a wet sensation on your shoulder. There was Narancia sobbing his might out as he clutched onto your arm with a death-like grip.

“I missed you, we all missed you! I’m so glad you came back y/n, don’t leave again!” Narancia incoherently sobbed.

The sight of him holding onto you for dear life brought you back to your senses. He was actually real, they all were standing in front of you waiting for you to do something. Turning your full attention towards Narancia, you began to hug him back trying to find a way to come back from his ongoing breakdown.

“H-Hey, what do you think you're doing Narancia? Don’t hold onto her that tight! You're practically squeezing the life out of her.” Came forth Fugo.

Fugo stepped closer to you trying to separate the crying teenage boy away from your shaken form. His cold hands on your warm skin was another sensation you felt besides the tears practically being smeared on your arm.

“No Fugo, let go I deserve to hug her! It’s been forever!” He wailed.

“We all want a chance to talk to her, you can’t just run up to her like that. Look at her, she looks like she just saw a ghost.”

“Yeah I agree with Fugo, you totally cut me off and pushed me out of the way!” Mista intervened, joining in on the small squabble.

Behind the three of them were the rest, the quiet ones of the bunch. Abbachio stood there glaring at the three who currently swarmed you, but he looked less harsher than usual. Bucciarati smiled, his eyes trained on you and only you, almost as if he was stuck in some type of trance. Then there was Giorno. He looked the most calm yet there was something going on behind those emerald orbs, something you couldn’t quite pin-point.

“It’s so nice to see you guys, I was beginning to think that it was all a dream.” You spoke, silencing the three around you and fully focusing their attention on you.

The small taps of Giorno’s progressing footsteps made you look up. His angelic smile outlined by his beautiful plumped lips made you question had he always been this attractive. Sure he was more attractive than any regular person, but this was obviously pushing it.

His long elegant hand grabbed ahold of yours, pulling it closer to his chest. A long elegant stride was made towards you as he looked down into your own widened eyes.

“You looked quite surprised, displeased even. We came all this way to be with you cara.”

His statement resulted in you frantically shaking your head. Displeased? They really took your astonishment as displeasure from you?

“No please guys I don’t mean to sound sad at all or anything! I’m actually really happy you know?” You breathed before taking your attention off of Giorno and acknowledging the others.

“For the past few weeks I’ve been contemplating if everything I’ve been through with you guys was just an actual dream in itself. I woke up after leaving your world-Italy and was just laying in my bed like I took some nap. Everyone told me it was just a dream and I should just go on with my day. The only thing that was leading me on was the scar I had gained during that battle with the boss.” You paused before continuing on.

“You guys have no idea how hard it was for me to just even think that everything I’ve been through with you all was just a dream. I’m just so glad that I was wrong!” Letting out a chuckle you smiled at all of them.

All had stood still feeling the same emotion they all had the day they realized the meaning of you in their life, love and infatuation. Their hearts speeding up at the sight of your smile they had come to miss and think about every chance of the day. They had taken you for granted, but fate was merciful and given them another chance to accomplish what they should have done in the first place.

It wasn’t that they were ungrateful and mistreated you, why no, they just didn’t realize how important you were in the first place. You were like an angel sent from the heavens itself and that smile was one of the many reasons to prove. Your small delighted chuckle was another sign of a harmonious harp playing in the distant heavens.

Giorno’s hold on your hand got more firm as he brought your hand up to place a gentle small kiss on your smooth skin. The airy feeling of his lips lingered with a tingling sensation around the small spot. His emerald eyes shining with a small smile accompanying it.

The marching of feet interrupted the stupor Giorno had bestowed upon you. A pair of violent-yellow eyes glaring at the younger male in front of him.

Abbachio’s eyebrows furrowing and the forming wrinkles on his forehead indicated another session of insults that were about to be thrown at Giorno in front of you. Just like before with Man in the Mirror, his finger made its way to the opening of Giorno’s suit and pressed harshly against it resulting in Giorno losing his grip on your hand.

“Listen here you little shit, just because we're fortunate to see y/n again doesn’t mean you can place your hands all over her! Especially you of all people.”

“I am only expressing my appreciation of being granted the chance to see her. Shouldn’t you? All you have been doing is standing in the back. It would seem that you were the one with the least enjoyment.”

Before Abbachio could retort at the young blonde's comment, Bucciarati stepped forth beginning to lecture the two. This inciting chaos to fill the room once again with Narancia pouncing back onto you with Fugo lecturing him in doing so, Mista complaining of the lack of attention he was getting, and the arguing three men on the right side of you trying to justify how both of their actions were just.

A small headache was arising from the mish-mash of chatter and harsh repetitive embrace that was on your left arm. As much as you missed them, you were pretty beat from school and not only a bad day at work.

“Hey guys…?”

All of their heads snap towards you at an alarming rate, it almost frightened you how in sync they were.

“I know how excited we are to be with each other again and I’m sure you must’ve all had a rough journey on getting here or something, but I’m really beat after today.”

They all just blinked at you, not saying a word. Abbachio looking a little less angry than before with Bucciarati who stared at you with a tranquil gaze. Giorno as well staring as if nothing had happened with the twenty-one year old adult. Mista looked like he was cut-off in mid sentence with his finger still pointing at Fugo who had his back turned but head turned to be able to meet your gaze. Narancia remained in place, only looking up but still managing to not let go of your arm.

Bucciarati was the first to move, taking calm placid steps to you. His olive tan skinned hand meeting your unoccupied shoulder.

“Listen everyone, y/n is right. She must have had a stressful day and we should let her rest. It wouldn’t be fair to ask much more from her than her hospitality of letting us stay.” Bucciarati announced.

Your eyebrow perked a little at Bucciarati’s comment. Sure he was right about the being tired part, but jumping to conclusions that you would house all six of them. Not like you wouldn’t of course, it was just a little surprising at the bold assumption the Passione capo had. He was older than you and experienced much more than you had ever had, he probably already knew with the smart thinking he had to do on an everyday basis.

“That means you should let go of her arm, Narancia.” Fugo spoke up, earning a small hum from the mall latched on your arm.

“That means you should let go of her arm now.”

“No, I don't wanna let her go! You don’t want me to let go right y/n?! Narancia whined, receiving a scowl from Fugo.

“Enough arguing you two, did you not hear what I had said?” Bucciarati shouted, stopping the two from going into another argument like Abbachio and Giorno had.

Narancia reluctantly let go of you, but kept his violet eyes trained on yours. It was as if all of them wouldn’t let you leave their sight. You didn’t really think much of it, yet it still was perplexing with the gaze of six men constantly on your form.

“Well then I can’t have you all lounging about in my room. It’s kind of really small enough to fit me and my bed…yeah er…I don’t think I have to elaborate much on that. I can situate you all in my front room like outside my room and around the corner.”

All of them were still silent, not saying much and waiting for you to continue on except for the small pout Mista wore after trying to explain the bed scenario.

“I know that my apartment is like really small and probably is not luxurious enough for all of you, but it beats being on the streets right?” You awkwardly tried throwing in a joke.

Not picking up on your joking tone, they all started to protest on how your warm welcome was just enough or that it didn’t matter to any of them.

“I don’t have much in blankets and pillows wise, I’m not used to housing six people other than myself. I hope that also isn’t a big problem…I can move the couch back a lil further and remove the small coffee table that’s there.” You rambled on, placing a hand on your chin.

You absent-mindedly walked out of your bedroom and to the little living room ahead. Your apartment really wasn’t all that big. You had an apartment resembling one of a studio. A large sized room with a kitchen and living room in it, although there was a door and a small hallway leading into your room. It wasn’t that long and the other side was the small bathroom used for guests, but the apartment wasn’t made for company this large.

All of the gang wordlessly followed you as you still seemed to ramble on about housing arrangements. They all stopped and carefully observed you as you pushed the sofa back like you said and the coffee table out of the way creating a large open space on the soft furry carpet you had. Walking over to where there was a cabinet and picture frames on top with what they assumed were the friends of this world you have, you pulled different blankets out and set them on the couch.

You looked up checking on the gang just to see their eyes still on you, like that was a major surprise on your part. Letting out a small smile you pushed past Mista and Giorno going into your room and coming back out with more blankets. You set them down with the others and patted the pillows on your sofa to puff them up a little to get a cushy feeling.

“I know this is not much, but I tried for now. I can take a day of school and work calling in sick then we can all get you stuff because apparently I really don’t have enough for you all. This is the only night you’ll deal with being this uncomfortable, I promise”

“You have no need to worry bella, we're here with you and that is all that matters. Having said you would pause on your daily priorities really means a lot to us and we couldn’t find a way to thank you more. Please rest easy tonight.” Bucciarati replied with a heart-warming golden smile.

Taking one last look at all of them you couldn't help but reciprocate Bucciarati’s radiant kind beam. Giving a small wave you walked into your room and shut the door. You slid down it in silence trying to take in all that just happened. It wasn’t really silence due to the little thumps from the other room or the incoherent muttering you couldn’t make out. Silently to yourself you prayed that this time it wouldn’t be a dream, that they would be awake to greet you like they once had back in the spring of Italy 2001.

Shuffling over to your bed, you begin to get ready for the night. You took off your makeup and changed into your sleepwear to get ready for bed. Sliding in the cool sheets that were absent from blankets you once slept with due to the new unexpected company in the other room.

You laid there staring at the pitch black ceiling before getting washed away with the feeling of drowsiness. Closing your eyes you finally succumbed to sleep which put ease to your subconscious worries of waking up to an empty apartment.

What you failed to notice was the creaking of the door and the six figures that accompanied it hovering over your sleeping form.

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yanderememes · 2 years

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Solitary Love Chapter 7 (Yandere Giorno x Reader)

So guys, uh... 😳 I watched The Godfather to get some inspo and OMG am I hyped to write for this fic even more!

The music is 🤌

I wanted to post this earlier today but I didn't get the chance to finish it until just now LMAO

Would yall believe I'm improvising 90% of the time when I'm writing these chapters? I'll have the main idea and just start writing to see where it goes and how it encapsulates the big picture I had for it 😵‍💫

And yes, the banner I used is fanart by @dantewontdie who drew Giorno as the Godfather hehe~

Just imagine the Godfather's office as Giorno's. It's what I imagined when writing this lol

Enjoy! ❤️

The sound of giggling can be heard from down the hall even with the doors closed. Giorno could easily identify the owners from where the giggling is coming from. Sighing, he prepared himself for his friends’ intrusion.

“GIORNO~” Mista sang as he slammed the beautifully designed polished wood door of Giorno’s office, catching the attention of the Mafia boss and his consigliere, Polnareff, who was sitting on the desk beside Giorno’s paperwork.

Giorno looked up from his paperwork to acknowledge his friend’s unwelcomed interruption. There stood Trish, Mista, and Fugo before him with considerable distance from his desk.

“Come stai (how are you), Mista?”

“We know you like someone~” completely ignoring Giorno’s small talk, Mista got straight to the point. He couldn’t help but tease.

“Oh? Giorno has a crush?” Polnareff raises his eyebrow and flashes Giorno a smirk.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Giorno stared at them blankly. This certainly wouldn’t be the first time Mista tried to play wingman. Ever since Giorno turned 19, Mista has constantly teased him about getting a girlfriend… or boyfriend, Mista doesn’t judge! But with every suggestion Mista would shoot at him, it was always either shut down or ignored. Usually the latter.

This time was no different either. Giorno dismissed his friends’ remarks and kept his demeanor as Don. “Trish, it’s been a while. How have you been?”

"Don't try to change the topic, Giorno. Who's the girl?" Trish step an inch closer, arms crossed to signal how serious she and Mista was. Fugo stood in the background, only keeping watch of the situation unfolding before him. He didn’t dare speak knowing he has no right to be questioning the Don.

Closing his eyes, Giorno took a deep breath and sighed. When he opened them again, he stared into Trish's eyes. "Whatever game you all are playing, please know I don’t have time for it right now."

"We’re not playing around. You've been acting strange lately." Mista corrected.

"No more than usual."

“Oh ya?” Mista cocked his eyebrow and smirked. "Dilated pupils, increased heartbeat, sound familiar?”

Giorno said nothing and waited for Mista to finish. “Especially when you're around a certain someoneeeee?"

Giorno knew where this was going. At this moment, he was beginning to really regret telling his friends anything about his life outside of work. He’ll have to make a mental note of it.

Mista could tell that Giorno was slightly annoyed for barging into his office while he was working to bother him with this sort of stuff, but a part of Mista couldn’t help but tease. It was too much fun. “What was her name again?” Mista sneered while rubbing his chin.

“Hm… if my memory serves correct, then I believe her name is y/n,” Polnareff rubbing his chin too, playing along.

‘Not Polnareff too,’ Giorno thought.

“We want to help, Giorno. Let’s find her and we can work something out,” Trish insisted. The old Trish would have never spoken so boldly. Well, except during their first encounter all those years ago when they were simply soldatos assigned to protect and escort Trish to her father. But that was back when Trish was immature and bratty, the current Trish speaks with more conviction and purpose in her voice. It was thanks to the gang she was able to grow more confident. Perhaps this is the reason why she inserted herself into Giorno’s love life. It's her way of paying them back.

Giorno knows they all mean well but he’s grown quite tired of this whole charade. He still has a ton of paperwork to get through and will have to pull another all-nighter. While endearing to a certain extent, this farce was getting a little out of hand. It’s time he put his foot down and be clear.

“Listen carefully, Polnareff, Mista, Trish.” once he was certain all of them were listening, he continued, “Yes, her name is [full name]. She’s a graduate student who came here with her class to study. We met a couple of times during her stay but nothing more than that.”

“Don’t you want it to be something more though?” Trish asked.

“I appreciate the thought, everyone. But I-”

“Are you fine with her just leaving, Giorno?!” Mista exclaimed.

Giorno froze, his eyes widening a bit.

That's right. How could he have forgotten? You were here on a study abroad trip for only 10 days. A week has already passed and you would be leaving soon. In 3 days' time, you’d be gone. Leaving Italy and going back home to a faraway country. Who knows when you’ll return, if ever.

Giorno always knew this. It’s natural. It hurts to imagine that, which is why he pushed it so far back into the recesses of his mind that he’d forgotten. But being reminded of it now only brought back the slight pain.

“Com’on, Giorno! You’ll thank us later. It’ll be fun, I promise!”

“Mista,” Giorno frustratingly sighed, “don’t make me repeat myself. I appreciate the thought, but I’m not interested.”

The tone Giorno used indicated he was clearly getting angry, causing Mista to gulp and silencing the rest of the gang present in the room. If there’s one thing everyone should know about the Don, it's that he hates saying things more than once.

“Don’t ever bring up this subject again unless I give you permission to do so. Capito (understood)?”

It only took Mista one look to understand how serious Giorno was as he bore his emerald eyes into Mista’s dark ones. “Capisco (I understand).”

Although Giorno was speaking to Mista, Trish knew it was also directed to her too. She may not be a part of the Mafia anymore, but she’s not dumb enough to challenge a Mafia boss. Trish has seen Giorno’s God-like powers for herself with her own eyes all those years ago. It’s very real and frightening.

“Può andare (you’re dismissed)” Giorno ordered. His friends turned their backs as they exited his office.

“Fugo," the sound of Giorno's voice halted Fugo in his steps. Mista and Trish had already left, leaving Fugo the last one to almost leaving the office before Giorno stopped him. Turning around to face the Don, he gave his undivided attention. "You didn't say much about the topic. I'm curious to hear your thoughts."

Giorno always did respect Fugo a lot, even when he betrayed the family. Even so, Fugo is a logical thinker who could quickly and easily piece things together. One of the few people who could follow Giorno's line of thought where others couldn't.

Unlike Mista who is quick to action or Trish who is passion-driven, Fugo will always give a sound opinion on the matter at hand. Perhaps this will be another time as well.

"I told them it's none of their business to delve too deeply into your personal affairs."

Giorno couldn't disagree with that, at least someone’s on his side.

Fugo continued, "As much as you are their family. At the end of the day, you are still their boss and they have to respect that. If you were to pursue a relationship with y/n, it may affect your work as Don. Everything that we sacrificed to get where we are now could crumble if you mix your personal feelings with business."

A deep silence between the two men as neither of them spoke a word. It would be considered an awkward silence to an outsider, but to Polnareff who was still present in the room, he knew exactly the weight of the deafening sound. Bucciarati, Abbacchio, and Narancia are no longer here. All of them sacrificing themselves for their dreams, Giorno’s dream.

The two men were waiting for the other to reply but mutually understanding Fugo was saying nothing but the truth.

"But that’s not what you’re asking, is it? You want my personal opinion, as a friend.”

Giorno neither nodded nor verbally confirmed Fugo’s question. He simply maintained eye contact with his friend, waiting for an answer.

“Giorno… truthfully speaking, it doesn’t matter to me. I told you before when I pledged loyalty to you. I’ll gladly follow you anywhere and everywhere. Bucciarati trusted you and so do I. Whatever decision you make, I know it’ll work out. It always has.”

Fugo spoke in earnest. He truly meant every word he said, and Giorno knows it. With a wave of his hand, Fugo understood it was a sign of permission for him to excuse himself. Bowing his head to his Don, Fugo quietly left the study, shutting the door behind him.

The sound of the door clicking allowed Giorno to finally breathe a little as he sighed and the muscles of his shoulders relaxed, knowing he was alone in his office again. Well, as alone as he can be with Polnareff still here. Hard to be alone when your consigliere is trapped within in a turtle that goes practically everywhere with you.

“They’re just looking out for you, Giorno,” Polnareff comforted the Don. Polnareff has been with Passione’s Don long enough to understand his emotions well enough to speak on them. Probably because he has some experience with a certain Joestar who also struggles to express his emotions.

Giorno glanced at the silver-haired man, “I know”.

"So what are you going to do?"

Giorno didn't respond. He didn't really have an answer to that question. As much as he's grateful for his friends' support, he just wished they minded their own business. This whole situation was new to even himself.

It's true, he did feel a spark when he first met you. Yes, he did order some of his men to keep watch over you and gather intel on you. He also did pull some strings to lean in favor of your professor and plan your “completely coincidental” meetings. But he has to admit, he’s not right in the head when it comes to you.

It’s all so confusing.

Even that night when you went out with dinner together, it felt like something was taking over him. Some weird possessiveness washed over him that felt so out of character. If he was being honest, it made him uncomfortable recalling those dark thoughts.

What on earth was happening to him? Giorno feels like he’s being torn between two opposing sides, both struggling for dominance on how to best proceed with this newfound situation. His devil telling him to give in and act on his desires. His angel tells him to be patient and allow fate to work its magic if it's meant to be.

Words of his friends start flowing through his memory:

“Don’t you want it to be something more though?”

“Are you fine with her just leaving, Giorno?!”

“Whatever decision you make, I know it’ll work out. It always has.”

“Giorno?” the sound of Polnareff’s worried voice breaks him out of his trance and returns him to the present moment.

“I’m sorry, Polnareff. I need time to think.”

#yandere #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba #yandere jojo x reader #jojo vento aureo #jojo golden wind #jojo part 5 #yandere giorno #giorno giovanna #yandere giogio #giorno x reader #yandere giorno x reader #solitary love

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webofpassione · 2 years

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Small Breaks

Fugo x Reader

Content Warnings: References to Polygamy

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When Fugo was having a bad day, you normally offered to go and spend some time with him. He’d be in a foul mood for the entire time but you took more care to step around any potential triggers than the others often did (Giorno being an exception).

Bucciarati had been on the fence about letting you go out on a night mission with Fugo for multiple reasons. Danger, sleep schedules, and all the other stressors that would come but Giorno was exhausted and you were more than willing to argue your case. So, with about twenty promises to stay in the car and more emergency phones than you knew what to do with, you’d headed out.

It was a long drive and you spoke for none of it.

Your time was spent staring out the window and watching the scenery creep by in the darkness, pretending your hands weren’t interlocked between the seats.

The mission went off perfectly though you didn’t really want to know how Fugo managed to pull it off in record time. With the purple cloud you’d seen drifting up from the old barn, you guessed it didn’t go too well.

Flames licked up the side of the building as you drove away. Bucciarati hated causing destruction to property but it was often the only way to get rid of manufacturing hubs.

And then, in the middle of absolutely nowhere, the car started spluttering.

It came to a lurching stop in the middle of the road, wheezing until it went quiet and darkness wrapped around the vehicle like a blanket. It was so dark that you couldn’t see in front of you properly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Fugo snarled as he shoved open the door and marched out.

You climbed out your side, eyes flickering across the dark land around you. There was nothing around. You checked the wheels while he desperately tried to get the car started again.

Sighing, you leaned against the side of the car and looked up at the sky. Clouds covered the stars and your gazing was cut short when the entire car trembled under the force of a kick.

“Get inside before something comes and grabs you!” Fugo snapped.

You slid inside and yawned. It was getting really late, actually, the clock having crept past midnight without your notice. “Should we call somebody?”

“I’m already doing that.”

Shrugging, you crawled into the backseat, purposefully bumping his shoulder with your hips just a little. “Want to join me here after you’re done? We can cuddle until they come and get us.”

Fugo didn’t answer, speaking quickly to whoever answered the phone. You got the idea that your rescue would be arriving in just over an hour – not too long at all.

He hung up and you repeated your question.

“If we fall asleep, we’re going to be vulnerable,” he hissed.

“I didn’t say anything about sleep but it’s going to get cold,” you said. “And I have blankets because I’m quite sure they expected me to pass out early.”

“I expected that too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Suit yourself but if you’re going to insist on staying there, let’s see if we can share the blanket.”

You didn’t have to figure out a way because after realising your insistence, Fugo joined you in the backseat. He didn’t want to be too close but he didn’t mind having your legs over his lap so that was how you ended up sitting.

He stared out the window while your eyes drifted over him, watching him when he didn’t know you were looking. Even in the dark, there was something about his expressions that just drew you in. They made you curious to know more about the person that was hiding beneath the very irritable exterior.

“Panna,” you said. “Did you hear about the art thing that’s coming to town?”

“Obviously,” he said and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “It was announced this morning. I’m not that slow with news.”

“Do you want to go?”

He scoffed. “No, not at all. It’s not like it’s a fascinating exhibition that will be filled with history and provide great opportunities to learn about various art mediums. There’s no way that I would want to go.”

“We can sneak in,” you offered. “We’ll stick a wig on you and you can steal one of Mista’s outfits.”

Fugo’s voice softened. “I don’t think I’d be able to go even if we did that.”

You had been so excited when the art exhibition had been announced out. Narancia had made plans with you to take Fugo on the day of opening but then its location had been announced and your options were destroyed. It was at Fugo’s old university, sponsored and hosted by the artistic courses.

And that, you had known, was the start of his bad day.

“I refuse to go anywhere near that place. If anybody even vaguely recognises me, you know that my parents would hear about it immediately.”

“And then I tell them to go fuck themselves,” you said without entirely meaning to.

Fugo chuckled without humour. “They’d probably tune you out. There’s very little that you can say to get under their skin.”

“You’d be surprised. I’m very good with insulting people,” you laughed. “I mean, you never know. It’s been years since you’ve spoken to them. Maybe they’ve forgotten you exist.”

“That would be lucky. Maybe they’ve died but I think I’m being a tad too hopeful with that.”

You laughed properly at that and Fugo joined in, the sounds reverberating around the car and almost melting some of the ice in the air. It became more comfortable afterwards; your conversation circling more on him than it normally did.

An hour passed without your notice, cuddling under the thick blanket until you glanced out the window.

“The clouds have passed,” you pointed out. “Come on, let’s stargaze.”

Fugo frowned a little but then he met your eyes and you watched the protest disappear.

The moon gave you a bit of light – though it wasn’t enough. The sleepiness seemed to vanish as you flopped down onto your back, the blanket sprawled beneath you, and your arms behind your head. Hundreds upon thousands of stars stretched across the inky sky, their twinkling lights making you grin.

Fugo lay down beside you, his side brushing against yours. There was a moment of hesitation and then he took your free hand and laced his fingers with yours.

“I used to make up my own constellations as a kid,” he said. “I don’t know why but I always liked to find new patterns rather than identifying the ones that I was taught.”

“You were taught constellations?” you asked. “Why?”

“I don’t know why I was taught most things. Probably just bragging rights.”

You shuffled closer, the cold nipping at your exposed skin now that you didn’t have a blanket. When Fugo didn’t respond poorly, you snuggled against his side. “It’s pretty incredible how much you can remember,” you said. “How does it feel to be the smartest in the group?”

“Giorno’s smarter.”

You raised your head so you could frown at him. “What?”

Fugo seemed confused. “Giorno? He’s considerably smarter than I am. Have you not seen some of the ideas he comes up with?”

“Giorno’s good at thinking on his feet but he’s not smarter than you because of that. He takes chances that pay off. Trust me Panna, you’re smarter than like half of us combined.”

“If you’re including Narancia in that half, it isn’t saying much.”

You pushed his arm, trying not to laugh at that. “Don’t be mean. Nara is just smart in other ways. After all, nobody else would have the solution of, ‘If he doesn’t want to go to the show, we should steal the artwork and bring it here’.”

“Please tell me you’re not going to be doing that.”

You made a sign of zipping your lips. Sure, both you and Bucciarati had said no to the idea but that rarely meant Narancia wouldn’t do it. Especially because he’d have Giorno on his side this time around.

The others showed up not too long after and you passed out on the way home, your head against Fugo’s shoulder.

And sure enough, when the day of the exhibition rolled around and you took him for breakfast in the morning, you arrived home to find several canvases sitting in the living room.

It wasn’t a big deal. They’d return it.

After, you made them promise. After, the university has already gotten in trouble and gets banned from hosting another event again.

#fugo jjba #jjba x reader #pannacotta fugo #fugo x reader

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churbo · 2 years

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considering i draw fugo so much and have so many little hcs about his appearance i went ahead and drew a baby ref for him ft. his anime colors that i will most likely Never Use but theyre there in case. I somehow do my ramblings about his appearance are underneath the thingy ^_^;

Firstly to start off I kept his skin the same cause... yeah... it's redder to fit in w/ his manga colors cause that's what I prefer (even if I am anime-only atm for p5) but anyways not the point.

With his skin, there are a few things I did. First, I gave him subtle freckles and dark circles underneath his eyes, darkening/making them bigger post PHF cause you know he does Not Sleep Well after GW, though I don't think he honestly did even before. Freckles are just bc I felt like it cause I think they're cute. Scar wise, there's not too much as a majority of the scars on him with the exception of a few will be randomized essentially. One of the nonrandomized ones is obviously his face scar after PHF due to him biting the capsule. I personally like to think when he did this, he had it in the left side of his mouth so there are more scars on that side (also helps balance out his hair but that's another thing) It flakes out a bit and continues on his cheeks but's that really it. There is a rounded scar right around his jaw (it's on both sides) where Giorno had to do some... ah, let's say "reattachment" for Fugo afterward. The scarring continues down his neck where the virus started to eat at his throat and such and it's on both sides as well. Finally, there's the scar on his lower right abdomen. That's from the knife that got he stabbed with during Angelina's attack and just... essentially kept there. All the other scars are Pre PHF, the scars post-PHF he intentionally kept (for what reason I'm not entirely sure but my go-to is usually to remind him of what he went through and to sort of ground him) Onto his hair, I gave him two different styles; Pre PHF and Post PHF. Pre PHF follows his more canon hairstyle, dividing into 3 parts. I don't like how they look stiff so I made them look much softer (though I sorta do that to everyone like Abbacchio for example) in both versions. Pre PHF is just... yeah sorta that there isn't much to explain honestly. Post PHF though his hair is more grown out and longer- instead of reaching just above his shoulders it now reaches just below them. His bangs are now also side-swept to fit more of the PHF style and because I saw this wonderful Fugo fanart and got obsessed with it and it actually gave me a good way to stylize Fugo's hair to make him easier to draw for me at the time. Colors are colors, though I did just sorta free hand the anime colors cause I was lazy so his hair is a pit too pale and his suit is the wrong color but I honestly don't really mind; i sorta like the paler hair anyways LOL might work around that and fit the suit to match it better so we'll see... Everything else is just sorta basic stuff so I'll leave it at that !! I plan to do everyone in the bucci gang at some point, Fugo just happened to be the first cause I draw him so much and wanted an easy ref for myself lol. If you read all this uhmmm thank chew!!! Here's a little prize of what Im working on rn that should be done soon :3 If I missed anything in his ref to talk abt here I'll add it later or smth idk

#jjba #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #phf #purple haze feedback #yeahhh we doin it too #pannacotta fugo #erm dats really it lol #anyways i adore hcing fugo and his appearance i have a ton of little baby hcs #like he has these round ass reading glasses that he got from his grandma #he didnt need them for the longest time but now he does and theyre somehow perfect. he doesnt question it #its like... the only possession he kept w/ him after college and while in Passione thats sentamental #ofc later he gets the photo from Giorno but... the glasses are his like first most prized possession

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whoreiaki-kakyoin · 3 years

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(As for OC's, I have an OC named Belladonna Una, she's Trish's twin and she's a generally very shy individual. She wears a purple dress and she's a stand user with a penchant for arson and using her father's favorite move, the donut. She's got pink hair, green eyes and freckles and tends to take more after Diavolo than Doppio and she adores Fugo; yes I was the anon that had asked previously about OC's)

May I please have Belladonna and Fugo with the "no panties?" prompt?

AH awesome! I'm really happy you asked tbh bc I hadn't thought before about whether I’d write for OCs. And I think Belladonna sounds awesome, so hopefully I did her justice here! Sorry about the wait 💖💖💖

It's a typical enough day to begin with— Mista rummaging in the kitchen, gathering snacks for the pistols, while Narancia grumbles under his breath about a set of math problems. Belladonna seats herself easily at the table next to her sister as Trish thumbs through a fashion magazine.

When Fugo comes down the stairs, Belladonna finds her gaze glued to the boy. God, he looks good today. Of course, he always does, but— a foot taps hers under the table. When she glances up, Trish raises her eyebrows with a small smirk, her meaning clear: You were staring again.

"Shut up," Belladonna mouths, and Trish purses her lips in that tight smile that usually means she's stifling a giggle.

"Just tell him," she mouths back, and Belladonna just shakes her head, electing to ignore Trish's eye roll. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about making her affections clear to Fugo. But actually doing it... that was something else entirely.

"What are you two whispering about?" Speak of the devil. Fugo takes the chair between Narancia and Belladonna, because of course he has to sit that close. It takes Belladonna a moment to process those violet eyes staring right through her, and her breath catches in her throat, but luckily Trish speaks up.

"Nothing," she tells him airily. "Girl talk, you wouldn't be interested." She returns to her magazine with a shrug, but Fugo keeps his eyes trained on Belladonna. She toys with the fabric of her dress under the table, fighting the urge to squirm under his searching gaze. Realistically, she knows it's only a moment or two, but it feels like the silence stretches endlessly before Mista makes some comment that pulls Fugo's attention and she allows herself to breathe again.

She thinks maybe she's in the clear when Fugo turns his attention to Narancia'a work. At first, anyway. The first time Fugo's leg brushes against hers, she assumes it's unintentional, even if it does wake up every nerve in her body. The second time is suspicious, and the third.... her heart just about stops when Fugo's eyes meet hers, the corner of his mouth twitching upward ever so briefly with a raise of his eyebrows. Just as quickly as it happened, he dips his gaze back to Narancia's papers on the table.

It continues all week. Fugo's hand brushes hers over dinner with the team at Libeccio. Belladonna contributes an idea when discussing a mission, and the blonde allows his typical serious expression to slip, giving her a slight smile as he nods. "Clever. That might be just perfect."

Belladonna finds herself turning it all over in her head one night, lounging in the sitting room when the rest of the gang is asleep. She flips idly through the pages of a book, but her eyes gloss over the words, her mind miles away. Could Fugo be attempting to flirt with her? She didn't want to read into something that wasn't there, but she could swear there was something in his eyes lately.... something that wasn't there when he looked at the others.

She couldn't deny that there was something that drew her to Fugo. He was intelligent, passionate, had strong convictions. Something about those deep violet eyes made her shiver when they met hers, and then of course there was the low timbre of his voice. She wondered how it might sound if he would—

"Belladonna?" Looking up, she sees Fugo standing in the doorway. She hadn't even heard him come in.

"Fugo! I didn't realize you were still up."

"I could say the same for you." He smiles slightly as he crosses the room. "Lost in thought?"

"I guess so, yeah." She offers a shy smile of her own, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.

"Mind if I sit?"

"Of course not, sure!" She sets her book aside as Fugo seats himself next to her, their legs brushing despite the ample room on the couch.

"I wasn't able to sleep," he tells her. "I figured I'd get a little air. It's a nice time of night for a walk." Belladonna smiles softly.

"I couldn't sleep, either. I have a feeling I'll be up for a while if you want to hang out."

"Hm. Anything in particular on your mind? A reason you can't sleep, maybe?" Ah. Shit. Fugo's eyes narrow as he assesses her. She's seen him look similarly at puzzles, at Narancia's homework, at Giorno when he suggests a plan that shouldn't work but undoubtedly will... like she's one more thing that challenges and perplexes him, and he's eager to figure her out.

"You say that like you know what it is," she counters, her eyes not leaving his once. She's aware that the gap between them has narrowed, though she's not sure which one of them leaned in first.

Fugo's fingers twitch, like he's uncertain of himself, before he raises a hand to brush soft, pink hair back from Belladonna's face.

"It might be presumptuous, but... I was hoping it's the same thing that's been on my mind." Belladonna feels her heart skip a beat as she places her hand over the one cupping her cheek, leaning into Fugo's touch with a sigh.

"I think it might be."

"Belladonna..." He says her name softly, like it's the first time his mouth has held each syllable. "May I kiss you?"

She doesn't give him an answer, at least not in words. She closes the distance between them on pure instinct, pressing her lips against his own. It's the right decision, she decides, if the sigh Fugo gives against her is anything to go by. It's sweet, chaste, at first— she thinks in the back of her mind that she can taste a hint of strawberry chapstick— and she buries her fingers in soft hair.

Without thinking, she tugs a bit harder than she meant to, prompting a low groan from Fugo that sounds like pure sin. He blushes redder as they separate to breathe, his eyes huge. Belladonna doesn't miss the way his pupils are blown wide and dark.

"I'm... I'm sorry about that, I didn't..."

"No, it's okay. I thought it was hot." Fugo's eyebrows raise, and his eyes glint mischievously.

"Did you? Mm, pulling my hair like that to get a reaction out of me, of course you did." The next thing Belladonna knows, Fugo is pulling her into his lap, kissing her much harder than the sweet kisses they shared a moment ago. He nips at her bottom lip with his teeth, and she makes a pleased, breathy sound against the heat of his open mouth. His hands are strong, firm, as they hold her, a warm palm at the small of her back as the fingers of his other hand toy with the soft hair at the base of her neck.

"Pannacotta..." She arches into his touch, and the blonde gives another low, needy sound at the shift of her hips.

"Fuck... Belladonna, don't... Don't fucking do that." She blinks at him for a moment, then smirks, grinding down against his crotch more deliberately.

"Don't do what, Fugo? That?" His hands come to rest on her hips, fingers establishing a bruising grip on the soft skin. Fugo breathes out slowly before meeting Belladonna's gaze.

"I never thought you'd be such a fucking tease, you know that?"

"Mm..." She smiles, pleased with herself as she presses herself down against him once more. "I could help you if you'd like."

"Oh, I think you're going to." He tips her chin up with his fingers, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "If you're intent on causing problems, you ought to at least fix them, don't you think?" Belladonna shivers, and the breathy squeak she gives in answer elicits a laugh from Fugo.

"You're stunning, you know. Fucking perfect, Belladonna." He runs his hands down her sides. "Are you certain this is okay?" Eagerly, she nods.

"I'm sure, Fugo. Please. I'm certain about my feelings for you, I want to do this." Grinning, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Okay. Here, undress for me?" Gently, he guides her shirt over her head before turning his attention to her sleep shorts. His breath hitches as he helps Belladonna out of them. When he returns his gaze to Belladonna's and cocks an eyebrow, his violet eyes are dark with lust.

"No panties?" She blushes, but nods. "Fuck," he breathes. "Just walking around like that, ready for me to take you... You're so wet for me, too." His hands fumble, making quick work of his pants and underwear, discarding them in a heap with Belladonna's clothes. Her eyes drift to his hard cock, the tip flushed and glistening with precum... He was decently thick, and had to be at least a good six or seven inches, she figured. She blushes as she glances up to see Fugo’s eyes on her. As she was definitely staring at his cock. His cheeks are dusted just as red as her own must be, and she runs a hand down his now bare chest, taking in every last scar and freckle.

“Beautiful,” she breathes. “Fugo, you’re stunning.” He shakes his head, a tiny smile settling on his lips.

“I think that would be you, bella. Sei perfetta.” Belladonna gives a breathy moan as he slides a finger into her aching pussy. It feels strange, different than the way she stretches herself, but it’s a pleasant feeling. She gasps and whines as Fugo curls his finger to hit exactly the right spot, and he huffs out a soft laugh as she squirms.

“Ah… you’re so beautiful like this, you know?”

“Fugo…. Fuck, please…”

“Mmm, more? I don’t want to rush and hurt you.” He slips a second finger in, and Belladonna sighs, canting her hips into his hand as he spreads and crooks both digits inside her. It’s good, but it’s not enough, the pace agonizingly slow when what she wants is him.

“Pannacotta… I need you to fuck me, please.” Belladonna feels her cheeks burn at the words. “I need your cock.”

“Shit.” Fugo breathes. “You don't know how incredible it is to hear you say that. Amazing. But first—“ He slides his fingers out of her, only to position them at her lips. "You made a mess, so clean it up." Obediently, she parts her lips, taking his long, slim fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them to taste herself. He groans at the sight, Belladonna's lashes sweeping her cheeks as her eyes drift closed.

"Che bella," he murmurs, slipping his fingers from her mouth and bringing them to his own with a chuckle. "You taste so sweet." His voice is low, breathy with want. "I think I could get addicted to that easily. But I did promise I'd fuck you properly first." He guides the head of his cock carefully to Belladonna's entrance, pushing in slowly. Her head tips back, a choked-off moan catching in her throat as Fugo hilts himself inch by inch inside her.

"You're doing great, that's it," he breathes, rubbing gently at her sides. "Ah, you feel amazing..." Belladonna rolls her hips with a soft whine, enjoying the fullness she feels, the stretch of Fugo's cock inside her becoming less discomfort and more pleasure by the second.

"Fugo, mm, please move? I need— need you to... ah!" Fugo's hands grip her waist firmly as he ruts into her, guiding her hips to move along with his.

"So gorgeous, Belladonna... Does- Does it feel ok?" Belladonna tucks her face into Fugo's neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin between low moans.

"P..Perfect, Fugo... Go faster, please?" Fugo swears softly under his breath as he quickens his pace, angling his hips to drive deeper into Belladonna. Their breathing becomes uneven as they each start to near their peaks.

"Fugo," Belladonna whimpers, feeling heat pooling in her stomach as he fucks right into her sweet spot. "I think I'm close!"

"Cum for me, bella, per favore, merda—“ Fugo brings a hand down to rub rough circles over Belladonna's clit, and in moments, her back is arching as she cums with a cry of Fugo's name. She pulls roughly on the blonde's hair as she rides out her release, and Fugo follows shortly behind, cumming deep inside her with a moan.

It takes Belladonna a few minutes to process what happened as she lays there in the afterglow, pressed against Fugo's chest.

"So," she murmurs, carding fingers through his hair.

"So. I, uh. Take it you feel the same, then?" She laughs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Definitely. I'm a little glad you couldn't sleep tonight." Fugo's hair sticks up at odd angles, and his skin is flushed a pretty pink from his climax as he pulls her closer.

"Yeah. I am, too."

#requested writing #laur's writing #jjba smut #jjba x oc #pannacotta fugo #fugo 🖋✨#it’s my first time writing fugo and my first time writing for an oc so hopefully this is ok ❤️#I hope you know I’m 👀 !!!! for belladonna and her lore bc it sounds very cool

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