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Bizarre Rain

ᴊᴊʙᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀɴ ᴀᴜ

Type ー OC x Canon

Synopsis ー London, England 1860's. High society couldn't believe what they saw. A commoner marrying a nobleman? Had the world gone mad? It definitely is.

Featuring ー Victorian AU Bucci gang & Oc's

a/n. Thank you @theclairedelunemiracle for setting the AU in motion. This story took a lot of time to write, but it was fun nonetheless.

Who is Lady Angelica?

As you all may have known, she is the heiress of Spade, one of the largest tea company to ever be built upon England. It isn't uncommon for the nouveau riche to enter high society as a newcomer, the Spade family rose into riches a decade ago, earning themselves a place as one of the richest family in high society, surpassing several barons, viscountess, and even earls. The high society has never been merciful to the nouveau riches. So evidently, Miss Spade endures by waltzing her way into the ballroom, whilst whispered insults were aimed at her.

Recalling a few years ago, Angelica Spade was nothing but a mere merchant's daughter, her unclear past left an unimpressionable mark, leaving not a single clue to where her family had hailed from.

Being loved and hated at the same time sounds utterly ridiculous, Angelica thought so.

Her kind and merciful nature had made her a saint in the eyes of some, and the other whom hated her brings scorn at every turn. The world of the elite was a strange and dangerous place, just as treacherous as the low class.

Angelica Spade wasn't born in aristocracy or gentry. Her mother, a descendant of a fallen noble house, married a timid yet hardworking commoner.

The man's endeavors are well-paid by heaven's above, amassing an incredulous amount of wealth than expected. As of now, the Spade family are one of the richest excluding the nobles and the royals. Their wealth attracted countless attention, it wasn't a surprise if young, but destitute men knocked on house Spade's door in order to take her hand in marriage, of course, they are rejected. Most of them seeks to usurp her fortune to absolve debts, gambling, drinking, and many unspeakable acts she does not condone.

Although the lady bestows mercy, no forgiveness would be allowed to anyone who harmed her or her family.

Rain is an old friend.

It is the oldest friend to her.

Why should one be bothered by water? Most of people felt quite the discomfort when rain falls, huffing at the inconvenience. Nevertheless, as long as she can remember, rain stays where it is needed, and she's had her share of rainfall, particularly during those funerals she attended.

Her first funeral was dedicated to Angelica's dear old grandmother, dying beautifully in her coffin, surrounded by her favorite lilies. She can not remember who cried the most, but the hardest to fall onto his knees was her grandfather.

'Oh, how grandfather loves grandmother with his whole heart, more than himself, I did not know if it's true but I can confirm that thought. He must have cherished her a whole lot that he dug her grave in the middle of October.'

I know. I saw it from afar, behind the graveyard's gates.'

Many of her extended family died, one by one their funerals took a lot out of their meager wealth.

Some died in war, others submit to disease and famine, while a few died from unexpected or natural causes, and poverty crushed the rest.

Angelica was present in every single funeral arranged, and just like a loyal friend, rain arrives. In the very end, all that is left is her mother and her aunt. From a once great family, they were reduced into nothing but rubbles. House London, a once noble viscount household, had perished, courtesy of death.

Such a young soul, to be surrounded by death, the young Spade often thought if she would succumb to the same macabre fate as her ancestors. She never shed a tear upon those who are dead, but whoever said it didn't soften her heart? So soft, so merciful, yet so haunting.

'Would you believe if I say the memory of the smell never abandoned my mind? If you wish to perceive it, then you better search for something dead, entwine that something with withering lilies and roses. By then, you will know the scent of my family, the scent of death, a grotesque aroma.'

Known to be very fond of rain and hydrangeas, others had coined the nickname 'Lady of Hydrangeas' as a formality for her ladyship. The lady herself would gift a hydrangea as a token of her appreciation, most likely picked from her private gardens.

It was said that if one should visited the lady on a rainy day, she would be in a good mood. Any requests shall be granted on behalf of the calming rain.

Lady Aria Pamina Hertz, Baron Hertz's daughter, became close friends to Lady Angelica when they met each other on a rainy day.

Aria had lost her way. The gardens were akin to a maze, the way out wasn't in sights as she strolled. The sky had turned into a gloomy gray and not too long after, droplets of rain fell from the sky, heavy rain obscuring one's eyesight.

From afar, Aria saw a figure holding an umbrella, approaching her.

"Oh, hello there," a lady emerged from behind the curtain of rain.

The kind lady introduced herself as Angelica Spade, she offered Aria her umbrella as they searched and found a place to take shelter from the windy rain, that place being the garden's alcove.

Upon hearing her name, Aria recognized her as the heiress of Spade. She had always admired the mind behind the tea company, especially, their premium tea, launched by Lady Angelica herself, has proven to be wonderful, impressing the tongues of both the highborn and lowborn.

Flattered by such words, Angelica took an interest to the lady, so much that she offered Aria her friendship, deliberately landing a hydrangea on Aria's hand soon after.

The noblewoman, at the end of the day, was chaperoned by Angelica to the main house, the sky is getting darker by the minute. Strangely enough, Aria noticed her new companion did not take a step to the house, instead, the whimsical lady stood in the middle of rain, shielded by an umbrella. Before Aria could express her confusion, Angelica turned her back, returning to the gray gardens and equally gray skies, disappearing once again behind the curtain of rain.

"Come to my house any day, Lady Aria. I'll be sure to welcome you with the wafting scent of my newest tea."

Who would've known, Lady Angelica are well-acquaintanced with Lord Giorno Giovanna, Duke of Naples.

Rumor has it, that Lady Angelica had known the duke since he was a child. But is it true? Or was it another one of the gossips?

Even high-ranked nobles had difficulty arranging or requesting an audience with Duke Giovanna.

Additionally, her ladyship seems to be a member of Duke of Naples's inner circle. The story itself is quite a mystery, however, it couldn't be denied since Lady Angelica is truly Duke Giovanna's friend and one of his loyal confidante.

"Do you remember the time when we strolled by the slums?" Angelica said, reclining on the sofa inside Giorno's study. Now that he was the Duke of Naples, everything the previous duke belongs to him, "And we shared a basket of bread,"

Giorno leans to one of the finely-crafted bookshelves, reading a book, "Yes, I remember it clearly. You gave all the bread to me except for one,"

"I'm not fond of bread, one is enough," She rose from the plush seat, proceeding to gaze outside the palladian window, "But, that basket of bread led you to me, yes?"

The book was shut with a thump, "Indeed," he put the book down on his mahogany table, approaching Angelica, standing beside her as he too gazed the gardens below, "You, however, sent me to Bucciarati,"

"He could care for you better than I, and better than starving by my side," Angelica hummed.

If one inspects closer at the time they were but small children, Angelica and Giorno was similar to siblings, like an elder sister guiding her inexperienced younger brother.

But in truth, he saw her as a mentor, though she was far from it.

The lady knew who and what his true form is, with black hair and dull eyes, the color of dead leaves. She was utterly in shock when she realize his hair was dyed black, and that his true hair is golden, revealing his heritage, and his dream.

"However, if it weren't for you, I would never realize my dream. Grasping what is rightfully mine from the usurper Diavolo is nothing but a fool's daydream, impossible to achieve, if it isn't you who stoked the fire to my heart," glancing to his right, Giorno could see a small smile gracing her lips.

"You strive in light, while I strive in rain. Funny how the world works. Then again, my role was nothing but a wind to your firewood. Your actions are the ones who hoisted you to victory." She giggled, "You are the one who took Bucciarati's hand, I only showed you the way,"

The lady sighs, turning to face the golden-haired youth, "But, Haruno..." she gave him a wry smile, eyebrows scrunched.

The Duke of Naples felt something was amiss, "Yes...?"

"You were courting my landlady!?"

That day, Lord Giorno Giovanna, Duke of Naples, nearly received a slap, courtesy of Lady Angelica's fan.

But now, society know her as Lady Angelica Fugo, the Marchioness of Montierri, or simply as Marchioness Fugo.

Whilst Adrian Spade was given the honor of knighthood by the queen. Marchioness Angelica Fugo was almost given the title of dame, but the damehood was politely declined in favor for it to be given to her aunt, the now Dame Julia London.

The marriage between Marquess Pannacotta Fugo and Lady Angelica Spade shook London's high society to the core, earning many gossips and rumors encircling their matrimony. How did their union came to be?

March 1860. The night is young, the sun had just set. But tonight won't be a quiet night, not with the merrymaking of the ball's participant, and the debutantes. Twas a sight to behold, a party with men and women gliding through the dance floor, enthralled by the alluring music which is played by the recently popular musicians. Many young ladies could only dream about something such as tonight. Those bright-eyed maidens, dreaming about a grand ball, a dashing gentleman sweeping them off their feet. She would know, for that girl dreamt the same when she was but a child.

And here she was, lounging on an armchair at the back of the hall, hiding half of her face with a fan.

"Daughter, we ought to go home." Mr. Spade, sauntered toward her, "There's something we have to discuss... immediately."

Angelica shuts her fan with a sigh, smiling in relief, "Finally, I'm dying to leave this place."

"Indeed, we must. What we will discuss would determine your future." Mr. Spade muttered, prompting Angelica to fumble her fan.

"My dear, you are getting married."

"Pardon...!?" The words left Angelica wide-eyed, the room around her seems to blur away.

All she could see were candlelights...

The first meeting between the two took place in Lord Pericolo's debutante ball, a ball he held for the sake of the season's debutantes. The star bachelors of the season all gathered there, including the young marquess, without doubt it was Duke Giorno Giovanna and his allies.

According to a reliable source, rich and powerful figures graced the hall with their presence.

Bruno Bucciarati, Marquess of Townshend, also known as the 'Port Marquess', a nickname he held to this day. Owner of the Townshend company, a man too kind for his own good, also a desirable husband for the young maidens.

And not to forget, the port marquess's right hand man, Leone Abbacchio, Earl of Surrey. Owning a mine and a bad reputation of being a drunkard. But it is all in the past now that Marquess Bucciarati has baptized him into a new man.

For the free-spirited, simple, and horse-obsessed Earl of Lennox, Guido Mista, Bucciarati saw him fit as another ally with great talents. Lord knows why he chose that wild horse. However, no one can deny his gallant features and charm, handsome as he is cheerful, inciting excitement wherever he goes.

The future Baron Berner, a boy as refreshing as a river stream, also a debutant, Narancia Ghirga. Sponsored by Duke Giovanna and Marquess Bucciarati, he has a considerable amount of wealth despite not inheriting his father's title yet.

It all led to today. Yes, Lord Pericolo's ball is today.

The ball was meant to elevate his ward, Trish Una, as a debutant.

And her soon-to-be husband would meet her for the first time. Then again, Angelica is nervous, as well as the night before, for she knows not the visage of the man she would marry. Everything happened all of a sudden!

Angelica found herself beside her father, inside Lord Pericolo's ballroom. Tonight, she would meet her fiancée.

But before that, there is someone she would like to meet.

And the most surprising is how Marchioness Fugo is also a friend of the Duchess of Naples.

Our dear reliable source also told a story about how Lady Angelica associated herself with foreigners in Lord Pericolo's debutante ball.

Moreover, they were diplomats from India? That certainly sounds mysterious, one might wonder who they are, however, it was revealed to be Duchess Bria Giovanna when she was but a maiden.

"Good evening, Mr. Spade," A man, slightly bowed to Angelica's father.

"Ah! Lord Adal, a pleasure to meet you!" Mr. Spade cheered, shaking the foreigner's hand, a sign of a warm greeting, "I can't believe you've graced us with your presence tonight. Oh, and may I know who this lovely young lady is...?"

Lord Adal gestured to the young woman by his side, she is a rare beauty, capable of binding the many eyes to her spell, but unaware of her own charm.

"This is my daughter." Lord Adal proudly gestures.

Black hair falling like waves upon one's shoulders, eyes imbued with a star-like light, skin shimmering like bronze tampered with honey, and adorned with a sweet smile to her rosy lips.

"Good evening to you, Mr. Spade. My name is Bria Adal." Bria Adal presents a feather-light curtsy. Her eyes then finds itself into a pair of eyes with the color of rain.

Angelica smiles in acknowledgement, happy to meet someone her age.

"A nice evening, yes? I never thought I would meet one of England's largest tea company's owner in the flesh, much less summoned to personally meet him."

Lord Adal swirls his glass of wine in delight, "Say, I mean not to be rude, but I have a box of fine cigars I'd like to share with you while we talk about our business. Shall we?" He turns his body toward the ballroom exit, obviously referencing to the lounge room.

"Ah, it's a shame, Lord Adal. But the one who summoned you isn't me." Mr. Spade grins in withdrawal, "The one who called for you is none other than my daughter."

"Your daughter!? You jest, Mr. Spade! That couldn't be--"

"It's as true as day, my lord. I believe anyone could initiate business matters despite their gender and status. That said, it was Angelica's idea to form a partnership with you," He leers at the baffled lord, "I implore you, my lord. Please give her a chance, you won't regret choosing her." Mr. Spade glanced down to his daughter who beamed brightly due to his praise.

Lord Adal came this far only to be met with his business partner, who happened to be a young girl, as not to waste his chance of gaining a promising partnership, he relents with a heavy heart.

"So, what business venture do you have to offer, Miss Spade?" He cleared his throat.

Angelica swelled with pride, fully supported by her father's praise.

It is here that Lady Angelica first encountered the future Duchess of Naples, Lady Bria Adal, now known as Duchess Bria Giovanna. Their friendship lasted for a long time, it was revealed Lady Angelica summoned Lady Bria to enter the court of London's noble society as diplomats and business partners.

The conversation fell onto a magnificent end with Lord Adal chuckling over his new business partner, a young lady at that. To discuss further transaction and partnership, Mr. Spade led Lord Adal into the lounge room, the latter requested Angelica to take care of his daughter whilst he was gone.

The two young ladies chatted the without a care for the ball whilst drinking tea and eating light snacks. They found common interests in tea, Bria loves the tea she grew back home, Angelica meanwhile found joy in blending tea. If it wasn't for the presence of Lady Aria Hertz, Lady Adal's best friend whom she met on a summer ball, the conversation would've lasted through the night.

Angelica let the two young women exchange their greetings and chats about their well-beings, just as she was about to go and see her father, she saw the Duke of Naples, Giorno Giovanna, entering the ballroom, not long after he descended from the stair steps with his entourage following behind, he's surrounded by women, young and old.

Blushing maidens, eager mothers, excited matchmakers, all surrounded them like waves, competing for attention.

It's like watching an animal pouncing it's prey for meat, Miss Spade thought. Then again, Duke Giovanna's business is none of her concern. Her old friend must defend himself this time, without anyone's guidance.

Angelica had seen enough, she was about to leave until the door opens, making way to blond young man, with brilliant purple orbs for eyes.

Angelica froze is shock. She almost dropped her fan as she glanced at his form bathing in the dim candlelights.

Pannacotta Fugo, the Marquess of Montierri, her betrothed. He joins Duke Giovanna's inner circle, mingling with the noble gentlemen, partaking his place as one of the duke's most trusted friends.

Not knowing what to do. Angelica slips among the guests and ran straight to the lounge room, where her father resides.

His name is Pannacotta Fugo, the sole heir of the prestigious House Fugo. His family had bore the title of Marquess of Montierri from a long line of generations. House Fugo is quite reputable for being a prestigious and old house, they are respected among the european high society. After all, their powerful stance goes a long way back to the past and that power has stayed within their house until now. However, that reputation collapsed not so long ago when Marquess and Marchioness Fugo's son, the heir of house Fugo, was involved in a scandal.

He was rumored to once bludgeoned a tutor to death. That rumor turned out to be not far from the truth, while it is true that Pannacotta had killed his own teacher, he did out of self-defense, rumor said. House Fugo didn't hesitate to release their one and only heir from the bonds of trial, much less the confines of a jail, using their wealth.

Since then, no one would dare to socialize with Lord Pannacotta Fugo and no house is willing to give their daughters to marry him. Not the royals, not the nobles, not even the gentry. Until now, the lord's father himself had to arrange a union for his troublesome son, and of all women in the world, it has to be a Lady Angelica.

And the question remains.....why?

Marquess Fugo's father and mother demands an audience with Mr. Spade. He travelled all the way from Italy to find a bride for his son. The marquess is now too old to rule, he intended to pass down his title to his only son. But his family was crushed by a great shame brought by said son. He admitted that he was turned away at every single great houses, lower houses, even the gentry dared to oust him, although subtly, he was rejected at every turn.

Out of ideas, the marquess heard of a kind and humane daughter of a successful tea merchant in England. With no other way, he swallowed his pride, negotiating a union between his son and a commoner girl, she is rich, but, still a commoner. His son will have a bride and all the wealth she had, while the girl would be given a title of nobility.

Fugo was supposed to meet his fiancée tonight, but, she's nowhere to be found. The ballroom is expansive, however, he had searched around the room for a sign of Angelica, and none he found.

If he listened to what his father said, he described Fugo's betrothed as a maiden with dark brown hair, almost as dark as soil, possessing a pair of pale blue eyes.

The color of rain, his father reminded.

"I couldn't find her anywhere, GioGio," he sighed, "I've explored the entire ballroom only to find nothing, I'm starting to think she might have abandoned me here."

Giorno was perplexed to say the least, he was familiar with his old friend, she wouldn't avoid anyone unless she has a reason to, "Rest assured, dear friend. I'm certain she was merely shy to meet her future husband," he gave a reassuring yet playful smile, "Furthermore, it's rude of you to approach a lady without ever engaging a conversation with her. Give her some time, this is the first social gathering you attended as a couple,"

Fugo unconsciously scratched his hand, "I'm worried, Giorno. Something might have happened to her--"

"Fugo, calm down. You'll find her eventually," Abbacchio gave a harsh pat to his back as he downed a glass of wine, "This brat might be right, your future wife is shy," he hissed, delivering Giorno a condescending smirk, "But, isn't she three years older than you?"

"If you didn't find her, let's just hit the bar!" Narancia added, only to have his head smacked.

"Idiot! You're not even allowed to go there!" Fugo barked.

"Hey, I'm older than you!" Narancia tenderly nursed the spot where Fugo striked.

"Quit it, both of you," scold Bucciarati, "We're here to make sure Narancia had a smooth debut, not to bicker and roughouse like hooligans."

Both of them stopped their dispute immediately.

"Keep an eye when you find her, Fugo," Bucciarati commanded, "Unfortunate things happen so often these days. Accidents, death, it's common these days, as common as seeing an child factory worker wounded,"

The remark was duly noted.

Marquess Fugo was about to give up his pursue and return to Duke Giovanna when out of nowhere, Mr. Spade appears behind him. Truth to be told, he was startled but showed respect nonetheless. Exchanging a few greetings, Mr. Spade brought the young marquess to the lounge room where they chatted.

The gentle and amicable Mr. Spade continued to converse with the young man. Fugo deemed the conversation to be a hidden interrogation by his future father-in-law, then again, the man seemed to genuinely care for his future son-in-law judging by his words.

"Pardon me for interrupting, sir," Fugo gingerly opens his mouth, "But, I haven't seen my fiancée anywhere tonight. May I ask where she is?"

"Oh, silly me! I forgot to tell you," he let out a half-suppressed laugh, "Angelica is not feeling well, she went home,"

Mr. Spade could see the disappointment in Fugo's face, "I see..." he trailed off.

"Not to worry, you'll be able to see her tomorrow," Mr. Spade gently drops a box of fine cigars on the table, "Anyways, how about a smoke to pass the time? It would be a waste not to."

The edge of Fugo's eye twitched at the sight. He had always hated smoking, offering him a cigar sounds offensive to his dignity as a sober youth.

Fugo averted his gaze, "I hate to tell you this, sir," he waved off his hand, "But, I detest smoking."

"Ah! That's not a problem at all!" Mr. Spade chuckled as he took the box back, putting it where it belongs, atop the drawer.

Such a chaotic reputation!

A woman wouldn't risk being married to a known to be violent man, even commoners knew that.

How rude of him for daring to court his betrothed without a semblance of dignity. I'd say they never even had a simple conversation since they never met. The ball was meant to introduce them to one another but he chose an aggressive and direct way, asking the guests on the whereabouts of Lady Angelica.

However, we could not deny that Lady Angelica also has faults for not acknowledging her soon-to-be husband despite being present at the ball, what an un-ladylike action.

With that aside, is it a mystery that the lady chose to marry the brute of a man? Certainly she had a reason to accept, or was she forced to form a matrimony with the marquess?

Fugo left Mr. Spade impressed more than he expect. He had knowledge of the violence his son-in-law is capable of. But the more he examined, there was a caring and serious youth. He can tell Fugo carried a great burden inside his heart.

If he was honest, Mr. Spade intended to reject House Fugo's proposal, but he allowed them to do so, curious of what would come.

And why not? This was a chance to elevate their status, providing his daughter a comfortable life as a noblewoman. Mr. Spade could always trust her to take care of herself if her husband is not her type, or if he starts beating her. But, he knew, when he saw Pannacotta Fugo's portrait, history, and scholar diplomas, he knew this young man would caught his daughter's fancy. So he obliged to the noble's proposal.

However, he encountered a strange occurrence a few hours ago.

When Lord Adal has left a suitable negotiation term and bid adieu, Angelica came bursting through the door, her cheeks red and her breath is ragged. She was dead silent at first, then paced back and forth, toying with her fan, he could hear her mumbling incoherent sentences. Mr. Spade couldn't hold back his smirk, of course he knew his daughter's tastes. It seems the suitor he chose has enough to conquer her. It wasn't complete, however. Taking his daughter's trust issues into consideration, it won't be an easy path for a successful marriage between her and the marquess.

And so it was, his peculiar daughter asked him to give the marquess some cigars. If he gladly took a smoke, then she would refuse to accept him as her husband, but if he is not a smoker, then Angelica would accept his proposal with pleasure.

"Well? What do you think, Angelica?" Mr. Spade asked his daughter who hid half of her body with the bathroom's door. Her gaze was casted down as a soft smile crept to her lips.

"Father, I want to marry him."

The wedding was simple, but tasteful. If you weren't invited, shame one you!

It's one of the most gorgeous wedding of the season, or of the decade. Influential commoners, members of the royal court, and the high-ranked nobles attended the wedding, but the invitation was distributed as a private affair. It wasn't an open wedding per se, only those who knew Lord and Lady Fugo may enter the premises.

Lady Angelica Fugo's wedding dress was the current envy at the time. The designer was of common origins, yet talented nontheless. Lady Fugo is so grateful that she invited the tailor to attend her wedding as a guest!

"What would your bouquet be?" asked Trish Una, the young woman lounging on the boutique's sofa, fanning herself with a pink fan.

"Purple hydrangeas," Angelica stood still as the tailor tidied her wedding dress, "I've grown the flowers myself. The florist shall take care of the rest."

"Stay still, milady," the tailor mused, "The dress seems to fit you perfectly! All that is left is your headdress," she scurried into the back of the boutique.

Trish eyed her friend sharply, "Why did you choose this boutique anyways? I could have recommended a more high-end boutique for you. They all knew me, you see?"

Marchioness Trish Una, the flower of high society, and a socialite, was never out of style. A trendsetter, every fashion she wore would be trending the next day. As the daughter of the former Duke of Naples, Diavolo, she inherited half of his riches, increasing said riches by investing in the fashion industry and becoming a darling in the fashion industry.

Some boutiques even gave her dresses, free of charge. Her wearing their dresses are more than enough publicity to elevate their status among the top designers in Italy. And now, the Marchioness of Campania spent her days as a socialite and a singer. Her dulcet voice apparently has charmed the theaters, and Angelica is no exception.

"The designer of this boutique is a friend of mine, I am her patron, my lady." Angelica quietly smiled at her reflection, the picture of a bride, "Furthermore, she doesn't produce this dress off the backs of the poor and their children. I exalt her, she's a decent woman."

Trish closes her fan quickly, standing to admire her friend's wedding dress, "Yes, this embroidery is magnificent... there's sewn hydrangea flowers too." Trish appraised the flowing white cloth as the tailor is back with a veil headdress.

"There," she gracefully placed it upon Angelica's head, "What do you think, Angelica?"

Angelica clapped gently, "Fantastic! Your work never cease to amaze me, Abella." She draws out an embellished, fancy letter, extending her hand toward Abella.

"Angelica...?" Abella was speechless, to have the honor of attending a noble's wedding was something that doesn't happen every day. Also, she would see her friend walking down the aisle with the dress she personally tailored.

Trish softly laughed behind her fan, knowing she had to visit the designer for a boutique fitting the next time she shops.

"I'd be grateful for your presence if you decide to attend the wedding, not as a stranger, but as a friend."

No longer than a month, Miss Angelica Spade became Lady Angelica Fugo, Marchioness of Montierri. The news shattered the expectations of so many nobles. Most are relieved to see the marquess matched with someone who wasn't them. After all, the estranged Marquess Fugo was bad news, he was ruthless and short-tempered, there would be no more sacrifices to be made. But, on the other hand, some were enraged at the thought of a commoner girl marrying a nobleman, and of a powerful house no less.

It seems the court's panic died down when Marquess of Montierri seemed to be tamed by his own wife. How shocking!

It was told, the marquess's temper cooled off like Alaskan snow, melting in summer. But, make no mistake, he is still ruthless.

That beast of a lord had a mind sharper than knife, and no one had the power to deny his merits as a renowned scholar despite harming a soul.

What sort of tricks did the marchioness use? Surely the marquess wouldn't accept her into his family without a particular reason. Could it be the marchioness puppeteering her husband for her own again? If so, then she did a splendid job controlling the wild beast of a man who would sooner bash someone's head than to calm down.

My dearest ladies and gentlemen, apparently Marquess Fugo's wrath has been quelled, here we have the proof of his decreasinfg temper slowly dying, especially in the presence of his wife. We shall rejoice in the fact that gone are the days where the infamous Marquess Fugo would extend his ruthlessness to innocents.

And why do we celebrate? Well, it's not difficult at all to tell the marquess is in lo--

"Which blundering whore wrote this article!? Ucciderò quella puttana!"

Rip!

Marquess Fugo tore the gossip article in half. He was undoubtedly furious, how dare the writer discuss his wife's private life, their marriage, his his past, and the countless rumors surrounding them.

His wife, Angelica, meanwhile bursted into a fit of giggles, swelling into a laugh.

"My, my! What an interesting article!" She chimed, her husband was a whole different picture, he threw the papers onto the ground, Angelica embraced Fugo from behind, circling her arms to brought their bodies closer to each other, "All that happened in the past is not a burden, darling. I am rather grateful to have my name be graced upon the infamous gossip papers." Angelica stroke Fugo's torso as a way to calm his nerves, proven to be effective as his growling, heavy breaths died down.

When he turned to Angelica, concern was written across his emotions, his palms tenderly cupped her cheeks, "Do you think I would stand back and do nothing?" He seethed, "Your name is dragged through the mud, they accused you of being a two-faced, sly fox, I will not tolerate that!" Fugo snapped, arms gripping the edges of his study desk.

"If they refused to cease the nonsense, might as well I pay a visit to Abbey Mirror News to bring forth a complaint of defamation." The desk's wood cracks beneath the pressure of his grip.

Even though Angelica doesn't let her emotions show, Fugo has seen her deepest emotion after years of marriage. He's heartbroken to hear the love of his life turned into a laughingstock and target of insults, which is why to save her tears, he'd do anything.

"Pannacotta, please perish the thought," Angelica put a hand on his shoulder, "No offense were given, and none taken. As I said, if the story contains an ability to entertain its reader, I am truly happy my tale was used to entertain,"

Fugo admitted defeat, deciding he couldn't win against his wife.

What he didn't know was the fact Angelica strategically supported the prints of the gossip papers. Yes, she has kindness, but that doesn't imply she can not be cunning and shrewd, does it?

"How about a game of chess? To alleviate your darkening mood?" Angelica straightens his tie, giving a kiss to his collarbone. Imagine if this interaction happened in public. People would shun her and her husband for their improper act, but this is their home. Why should she abide to their rules?

"I'll brew you some tea. Wait here, alright?" Fugo acknowledged, planting a smile to his wife. He always knew what his wife wants, rarely did he missed the mark, five years of marriage tells a lot about each other.

Did they fight? Most definitely, even three years ago they almost killed each other in rage, but their marriage endured. Just like Angelica's plan to make her company withstand the tides of time at least for a century, she fully intended to dedicate her life to her beloved husband.

Thanks to the humane Angelica, Pannacotta learns what mindfulness and mercy is, while he stimulates her mind to do greater things, challenging her at every turn to rise to his level of knowledge.

Taking the fallen, ripped leaflet of society papers, Angelica reclined on a purple chaise lounge, piecing the papers together, reading the last lines.

--ve. Should we even call it a match made in heaven?

Despite the low status of the bride, the wedding was held with almost no trouble, except for the rowdy Baron Berner, Lord Narancia Ghirga and the Earl of Lennox, Guido Mista.

As of now, the Fugo couple is one of the high society's most respected aristocrat. Regarding the matters of the marquess as a talented scholar, and a trusted vassal of Duke of Naples, he managed to acquire several lands and factories over the years, inviting european diplomats and noble house hailing from his home, Italy, forming strong alliances under the banner of Duke Giovanna.

That said, were you on Duke Giovanna's party last week?

If not, how unfortunate of you! Almost half of the country's successful bachelors came gathering to meet Duke of Naples before he returned to Italy with the Duchess.

Interestingly, Marchioness of Montierri was responsible for providing scholarships for those successful gentlemen, and they came to give her their thanks.

Was it a mere rumor? A lie? Only time will tell.

"Say, cara. May I know who wrote their article?" Fugo moved his knight on the chessboard.

Angelica sipped her tea in a calm manner, "The name is on the bottom of the paper, my darling. Take a look."

Yours ever,

Lady Featherly

#jjba x oc #pannacotta fugo #angelica spade #aria pamina hertz #bria giovanna #narancia ghirga #guido mista #leone abbacchio #victorian au #fugo x angelica #oc x canon #jjba oc

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dongiovanna · 1 year

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New Years Eve adventures with my angel @mrsgiovanna

#bria giovanna #don giovanna #my life #my love #my wife #brigio aesthetics #brigio

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cinemaspoppycornuwu · 1 year

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

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

[Prompt:]

"Are you... Wearing my shirt?"

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

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

"And so?"

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

"You know what else is adorable?"

"Oro?"

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

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

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

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

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

"GIOGIO, STOP! AHAHA! I surrender!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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strawberryvanillablast · 1 year

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The Ghosts In The Machine (Giorno Giovanna x Bria Adal)

This is for Giorno Giovanna Month 2023 from @mrsgiovanna!

Prompt: Meet Cute.

To Bruno Bucciarati, Giorno Giovanna was a charismatic young man who held the same ideals as he did. Young and fresh, he would make a great soldato within his team. Of course, there would be the matter of his other team members trusting Giorno, but that would come.

Of course, unknown to Bruno Bucciarati, he was being observed as well. And not just by Giorno Giovanna. Unbeknownst to the two, the mind of Giorno Giovanna was run by two very busy people (three for counting Gold Experience).

"Ugh," A lower-pitched version of Giorno's voice grunted. "Can this go by any slower?"

The owner of this voice looked almost like Giorno, complete with the blonde hair. However, his eyes were red in color along with his entire outfit. Two small devil wings fluttered impatiently while a long-forked tail thrashed about. He rubbed the horns sticking out of his head in a grumpy fashion as he looked out of Giorno's eyes.

"Ah, ah, ah," A higher-pitched version of Giorno's voice chided. "Let us be patient, Devil Giorno."

This version of Giorno was decked out in blue, from his dark-blue hair to his big sparkling eyes to his outfit. Two small angel wings fluttered slowly as his little halo shone a little. He gave a smile as he looked out at the many people dining.

"But for how long will it be before we meet this team? I need action, Angel Giorno, and I want it now!"

Before Angel Giorno could properly answer, the two Giornos jumped as two loud voices screamed at each other. Devil Giorno grinned and pumped his fist in the air while Angel Giorno shook his head, sighing.

"Let me introduce you," Bruno Bucciarati said sternly. "This is Giorno Giovanna."

Giorno's eyes sweeped over the team. Devil Giorno scoffed as he just looked over at Angel Giorno, who was excited at meeting new friends in this team. Suddenly, Giorno's eyes landed on one member of Team Buccellati and the two gasped.

This team member was absolutely beautiful.

Her black hair shone in the fluorescent light while her eyes beautifully sparkled. The sound of her voice was melodious and the smile gently adorning her lips was gracefully elegant. She wore a wonderful outfit that made her seem like a movie star rather than a gangstar.

"Well, well, well," Devil Giorno purred, tail flicking about curiously. "Who's the cutie over there?" He grinned as he leaned over a little. "My, oh, my, hello there, my dear."

"Hang on now," Angel Giorno whispered. "Firstly, we should introduce ourselves to her and the others before we do anything else. We must make a good first impression on them!"

"I'm Giorno Giovanna," The young man introduced, bowing slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Bria smiled as Giorno introduced himself politely. He looked like a prince, with his shimmering blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. And he was so polite too, just like a prince right out of a fairytale!

'I wonder what he likes,' Bria thought to herself as Giorno sat down on an empty chair. 'Well, best to introduce myself. Seems only fair!'

"Hi," She gently smiled, outstretching a hand. "I'm Bria. Bria Adal."

"It's nice to meet you." He smiled right back, returning the handshake firmly.

"Want some cake," Bria smiled. "It's strawberry shortcake."

"Thank you." Giorno graciously accepted.

"Agh, come on," Devil Giorno nearly pulled his hair out in frustration. "When can I actually spend time with this cutie? I want to kiss those lips!"

"Mind your manners," Angel Giorno reproached. "This cutie is named Bria and we'd do well to respect her. She's more than just a pretty girl here."

"I'm respecting her," Devil Giorno scoffed. "I'm respecting her beauty, her grace, her elegance."

"Before we can do so, we need to get to know her. What does she like and what does she think of frogs and ladybugs?"

As the duo giggled and pondered on what to talk to Bria about next, they didn't notice their Stand shaking his head with a fond smile. As Gold Experience raised an eyebrow at what Abbacchio was trying to do and signaled the duo about the action, he noticed a glass sphere forming. He walked over to it, curious.

It was a beautiful, pink-tinted glass sphere with Bria's visage inside. The Stand gave another fond smile and shake of the head. Giorno's fallen for the girl slowly, whether he consciously knew it or not. And Gold Experience knew that this crush would blossom into a sweetly wondrous love soon.

#jojo bizarre adventure #jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba part 5 #jojo part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #giorno giovanna #bria adal #giorno month 2023 #giorno giovanna x oc #giorno x oc #jjba x oc #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio

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x-infernhoes-x · 8 months

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✨💗 JJLNSSS✨💗

Okay so I'm kind of late to the party by at least.....12 days BUT I'll be doing at least 2 in one post bc why not BFHJSBJJH anyways!

01. Have your SI / OC introduce themselves.

Stand User: Eunice 'En' Flores aka Paella Visconti

Born and raised in somewhere in Metro Manila, Philippines, En or more commonly known by the undercover name she had once she had joined Passione as Paella Visconti (often shortened to Ella or Elvis as Mista and Formaggio would call her), she had a relatively normal and quiet life in her hometown where she was raised by her father's parents inside the walls of the very same home her father and his siblings had grown up on. But En knew she was destined for a life that was just more than normal. A natural born stand user, En was initially unaware of her abilities as a stand user and has been subconsciously using its abilities from the start, En’s stand managed to manifest itself physically at the age of 16, triggered by her intense emotions during her days as a junior high student. She first appears after the events of Golden Wind and Purple Haze Feedback, she subsequently crosses paths with the one and only Bruno Bucciarati himself at the age of 21 during a trip to Singapore and ends up working for him as the Capo's personal assistant before getting assigned as the personal bodyguard for Italy’s pop-sensation singer, Trish Una along side with Narancia Ghirga, Guido Mista, and Shiela E. Now a bonafide member of Passione, En is assigned by Don Giorno himself to the newly reinstated La Squadra Esecuzioni, En currently lives in Naples, Italy, with her boyfriend of 3 years, Pannacotta Fugo along with their cats and their roommate, Guido Mista.

Stand Name: Heroes

Heroes, named after the same album and song by David Bowie, is a free-range natural humanoid stand of En Flores who possesses a range of abilities focused on air/weather related abilities. Though she's been with En from the beginning, Heroes makes her first physical appearance to a young En at the age of 16 after the latter had experience a bout of strong emotions, most particularly emotional distress over something that happened during En's time as a Junior High student (which, funnily enough, happens to be En stressing over her History test) and has been with her ever since. Often characterized by her pale silver skin that seemed to remind people of gray clouds and her clothing/armor being various shades of weathered gold, blue, and what seemed to be a curious mix of gold and silver and it was noticeable on how her motif was one of a Valkyrie's with minor hints of a ballerina (judging from the decorative pattern on its boots), a particular female angel digimon from a series called Digimon, and hints of Elizabethan fashion from its feathered collar and overskirt and an overwhelming sense of regal grace and a warrior's fierceness in . Heroes is a stand not to be reckoned with when it comes to battle. Of course, upon closer inspection on the overskirt's details, it was adorned with thin, golden tendrils of pure lightning running actively on its surface.

02. How would your F/O introduce your SI / OC?

Taken from Pannacotta Fugo's personal journal dated sometime around 2020, he describes his first meeting with En during Don Giorno Giovanna's wedding to his wife, Bria (@mrsgiovanna): 'Though I am content with the life I lead now despite not knowing a moment of inner peace, somehow I felt this odd, comforting silence that I can only know when I sleep. I remember how the rest of the gang called me over to meet someone and as my eyes swept over to the person they wanted me to meet, much to my silent indignation knowing fully well this was another ploy of Mista's to set me up with someone, the feeling of tranquility seemed to have grown. Dark brown eyes were the first thing that came into my field of vision and shortly followed by Bucciarati's voice introducing me to the stranger. Eunice was what they called her but Trish, being herself, corrected me that she was called En. I recall fumbling over my words for a moment since I was still in deep in my noiseless reprieve given that the peace I felt was from her. How strange.

But as the night went on, surrounded by faces familiar and unfamiliar, I feel my intrigue grow as our conversation went on and the feeling of indignation was replaced with a sense of comfort and the distant echo of the song that played that night--Jackie and Wilson by Hozier--and for a moment, I knew this meeting with the elusive En would not be our last.'

#en speaks #en's confessions #f/o tag #🍓strawberries and cigarettes fugo and en🍓#jjba #JJLNSS #f/o stuff #selfship september

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beneathashadytree · 2 years

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Hiii Maya, owaah I was so excited to see you on my dash 🌟😀💗 are you doing okay?

Okay so if you're up for it, would you mind writing for Giorno again🙈 perhaps a small scenario in which he comes home all stressed out and reader-chan helps him to just de-stress and find his happy place again. 🏃🏽‍♀️ only if you want you my friend, take care of yourself 💫❤️

WINE NIGHTS - GIORNO GIOVANNA X READER

Warnings : mentions of nudity, mentions of gang violence, poor Giorno is at his wit’s end, alcohol consumption, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff and comfort!

Word count : 1.0K words

Additional notes : Hi Bria!!! I really have missed you so much. I’ve been gone for quite a while huh😭 I really should’ve taken your advice, because the day I finished my finals, I contracted COVID🫠 I really need the comfort, so getting to write this was equally as therapeutic for me as it probably was for Giorno 🥹 Thank you so so much for requesting, beautiful, and I hope you enjoy this!! 💗💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Want to support me financially? Here’s my CashApp!

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A heavy sigh came from the living room, so laden with exhaustion that it was heard all the way from the first floor of the villa. Concern painting their features, they quickly made their way downstairs, only to find their beloved slouched against the couch, his head leaning back and resting against the back. His golden hair tumbled in loose waves behind him, and a small frown was etched onto his regal features as his eyes remained shut.

“I’m assuming your day wasn’t the best?” they gently asked, a sympathetic smile on their face as they made their way over to him.

Giorno could only weakly quirk his lips upwards, barely opening one eye to glance at them. A small hum escaped his lips, and they felt a pang in their heart as they could even detect the tiredness from that. His voice was a little hoarse as he replied, “Hectic. I’m just glad I’m home.”

Shooing him off with a hand on their back as they pulled him upwards, they said, “Come on then, let’s run you a warm bath. You look like you could use a few drops of lavender oil added to the water too.”

Trudging along behind them, he nodded, “That sounds wonderful. Lead the way.”

Mere seconds later they were slowly unbuttoning his silk blouse, stopping his own fingers from doing a single thing. “Let me indulge you,” they murmured against his lips, before giving him a soft kiss that had him loosening up under them.

After they’d fully undressed their lover, he let out a pleased groan the moment he submerged half his body in the steaming lightly-scented water. As he began to dunk his hair back in the water to wet it a little, they took the liberty of uncorking the bottle of win set to the side, pouring it into two glasses for them to sip on amidst the soothing aroma filling the bathroom.

“You’re not getting in the bathtub?” a significantly wetter Giorno asked, pushing back his long bangs to fix them with a confused look.

They hesitated for a moment. “I was trying to make this all about you, but…”

“Wouldn’t be half as nice without you in my arms, tesoro,” he softly smiled up at them. With no more further encouragement needed, they stripped down to nothing and slipped in right in front of him, nestling against his chest as they did.

“This feels like a reward that I haven’t earned,” they chuckled, taking a tentative sip of the chilled wine as they did, “No complaints from me, though.”

“I’ve got more than enough complaints for the both of us, if you wouldn’t mind listening?”

His fingers tapped against their waist as he did, and they turned to properly face him in their embrace. With an inviting gesture of their hand, they said, “Be my guest.”

“Well, for starters, someone tried to trespass on Mista’s fief. And since he’s not fond of using any gun other than Sex Pistols, but he also doesn’t want to use it on non-stand users, it was my job to dispatch some of my personal team to tighten up security over there,” Giorno’s voice held a certain sort of annoyance that he rarely let slip, “And since their background information is strictly confidential, I had to check the documents myself.”

They clicked their tongue at that. “It would save you the world of trouble if you hired some sort of assistant or a specific right-hand man.”

He contemplated the idea for a few seconds as he took a sip. “In theory, yes. But there are few that I could entrust with such a task, and even fewer that would have the time to juggle between that and the responsibilities of their squadra. And Fugo...”

Furrowing their eyebrows, they read the troubled look on his face, and couldn’t help but ask, “Something happened with him?”

“Not… not particularly, no,” with a sigh, he explained, “It’s just that… many people within the mafia have issue with him being reinstated. They still label him as a traitor, even though he’s the only one of us who wasn’t one. I can’t guarantee his safety within us.”

A horrified expression made its way onto their face, “You think someone might try to harm him?”

“Most likely, yes,” he set his now-empty glass down, teeth gnawing at his stained red lower lip, “I’m not sure what to do. Should I offer my personal bodyguards? Should I let him stay with us for a while? I don’t know.”

“I wouldn’t mind having Fugo around,” they carefully added, hoping that making their stance on the situation clear would help him come to a decision, “He mostly stays to himself, and he’s a nice conversationalist when he’s in the mood for it. He’s a good kid.”

“Mhm, but enough talk of him for now,” Giorno’s grip on their hips tightened, and he pulled them in impossibly close, emerald eyes brightening as he took in the image of them nestled in his lap.

Picking up on the meaning behind his words, they looped their arms around his neck. Though he might never outwardly say it, it was never a wise idea to speak another man’s name when they were cuddled in his arms. Their eyes flickered down to his tantalizingly damp lips, and they couldn’t help the small smirk that made its way onto theirs.

“I’d rather think of other ways to keep our mouths busy,” they teasingly fluttered their lashes, and rare as it was to see him like that, Giorno grinned unabashedly.

“I think I’ll like what you have in mind,” he hummed, deft hands trailing up to rest on their back, before dipping down to steal their breath away—as he always did, with every mind-blowingly passionate kiss he swooped them in.

And though he tasted of the faint sweetness of aged wine, they could swear that his lips could have them more drunk than the alcohol ever could.

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

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briagiovanna · 3 years

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Get to know the OCs

Name: Bria Giovanna (formerly Adal)

Birthday: 29 September 1985

Parents: Mira Adal, Mahin Kalita

Nationality: Italian

Ethnicity: Indian

Stand Name: The Cult (Act 1 and Act 2)

Favorite foods: Spicy Paella, dark chocolate

Least favorite foods: most kinds of red meat,

Favourite music: Rock, classical, trap

Favourite book/story: The Picture of Dorian Grey

Hero: Bruno Bucciarati

Name: Giordano Giovanna

Birthday: 10 December 2010

Nationality: Italian

Stand name: Heathens (Requiem)

Favorite foods: Sushi, his mother's baking

Least favorite foods: anything greasy

Favourite music/artists: Classic Rock, Metal (Rolling stones, Evanescence, Bullet for my Valentine)

Favourite book/ story: Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell

Hero: Giorno Giovanna (he'd never admit it to him though 😂)

Name: Giada Giovanna (Gia)

Birthday: 1 May 2013

Nationality: Italian

Stand Name: Snapdragons

Favourite foods: Chocolate ice cream, her mother's lasagna

Least favourite foods: anything too spicy

Favourite music/ artists: Kpop, JRock, alternative rock (BTS, Blackpink, Coldplay, One OK Rock)

Favourite book/ story: Wuthering heights by Emily Bronte

Hero: Audrey Hepburn

#BriGio #self ship #oc x canon #Bria Giovanna #don giovanna #the giovanna kids #Giordano Giovanna #Gia Giovanna

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mrsgiovanna · 1 year

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Happy holidays from the Giovannas lololol, it's rushed but it's cute (I hope)

#BriGio #giorno x oc #jojo oc #jjba oc #bria giovanna #don giovanna #giorno x bria #oc x canon #jjba fanart #jojo no kimyō na bōken #giogio #don giorno #vento aureo #giorno giovanna #jojo oc community #my art

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passionescuppycake · 2 years

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@mrsgiovanna Giorno has been stanning Bri since forever😤. Don't pay attention to the hateanons, they just butthurt because of this line.

#giorno giovanna #bria giovanna #don giovanna #Netflix causing drama as usual

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donvilaro · 10 months

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New beginnings

Something Bri and I were chatting about, just Niccolo doing what he does best hahahaha @mrsgiovanna I think your new url needs to be @mrsvilaro

He would always get lost in her eyes- shimmering onyx gems that she didn't appreciate, but could bring a god to his knees. It was always like that with her, flitting about blissfully unaware of her own charm. It was both frustrating and endearing, because were she aware of how she had affected people, she might have been more wary of how she behaved. She had left a trail of broken hearts behind her, none worse off than Niccolo.

"Have you even heard a word I said?!" Bri asked, delicate hands gripped the sides of his face and brought his attention to herself.

"... something about... I'm sorry, could you repeat that, " he admitted with an embarrassed grin. He didn't want to remove her hands from his face. She sighed with a smile and released him from her grip and walked to the large glass door in his study to catch the last rays of the setting sun.

"It's so beautiful..." Bri trailed off, those pretty eyes never leaving the scenic view. He responded in agreement, his eyes fixed on her and the way her golden brown skin absorbed the sunshine, and how the ochre flecks in her eyes danced in the light. Her shiny raven hair framed her delicate face in thick waves that stopped just above her shoulders and in that moment, she looked as though she was illuminated from within. She looked up at him with a soft smile, and his heart raced from that action alone. It had been a few months since she had moved to Sicily to live with her father and twin brother, and her life had finally begun to normalize after her exit from Passione.

"How are you, Bria? Honestly,"

"Honestly... I'm okay, it's been an adjustment but I can finally say I'm over everything... I miss Naples, but I feel like I'm home here... truly home,"

"Have you spoken to any of them since?" She shifted awkwardly and looked down, her hair concealed the pained expression on her face.

"Everyone... except him. It's okay though, I know he's probably very busy... and well, you know the rest..." Niccolo lifted her face by the chin, and gently coaxed her to face him, only to see her teary eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you... I-"

"It's okay," she said through a small laugh, " I don't even know why I'm reacting like this... I was stupid to think it'd last,"

"You weren't stupid, you were in love..."

"Same thing, no?" Another hollow laugh. It hurt him to see her this broken, trying to hold it in and keep her composure.

"Yes and no... we can do silly things when we fall for someone, but it's not stupidity..." Bria looked up at him and smiled politely before she paused to really look at him. The sun was in its last few moments and had cast a glow on everything in the room. Up until that point, she hadn't realised how strong his features were or how his eyes looked like molten gold. She had felt something effervescent in her chest which rose to heat up her cheeks when he turned to meet her stare.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, genuinely concerned by the way she shuffled beside him.

"I... no no, nothing... I just -"

Before she could finish her sentence, Bria was interrupted by Arturo, who had been set to join them for dinner. He had gaged the atmosphere in the room and tried to change the subject.

"Am I early?" Arturo had casually threw himself on the couch at the corner of Niccolos' study while Bria excused herself. Arturo waited until she was far enough before he spoke again.

"Be honest, what did I really walk in on?"

"Nothing. I was just asking how she was doing..." replied Niccolo, who couldn't help but laugh at Arturos' suspicious expression.

"Just... don't hurt my sister, it's hard enough watching her try to get over that freak with the weird hair-"

"By now, you should know I'd never hurt her, " Niccolo cut him off before he could continue. The tension hung in the air until Bri had returned, prompting the men to put their differences aside for the moment.

"Ava is making paella, so I hope you guys are hungry,"

"And I brought dessert- chocolate... something, I don't know, dad just asked Gabby to make it," Arturo got up from his seat and slung an arm around his twins shoulder, dwarfing her. Niccolo looked at the pair with a smile, for a pair of twins, they couldn't have been more different.

"All my favourites... I know what you guys are doing... you don't have to treat me with kid gloves... I'm okay," Bri had put on her most convincing smile and as the night had continued she found that her mood had eventually matched her expression. Niccolo had given Ava the rest of the night off and so when it came to putting the finishing touches on the desserts, Bri had taken the task upon herself.

"Would you like coffee or wine with your dessert? Niccolo asked, looking through his selection of wine when Bri and Arturo both answered that they had wanted coffee instead.

Niccolo chuckled and nodded. "Coffee it is, then. I'll prepare some fresh brew for all of us." He walked over to the kitchen counter and began grinding the coffee beans while Bri focused on the desserts. Arturo hovered nearby, offering occasional assistance and engaging in lighthearted banter.

As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, Niccolo poured it into mugs and brought them over to the dining table. The desserts were laid out beautifully, tempting anyone with a sweet tooth. Bri had done an excellent job, and she took pride in her creations as she joined Niccolo and Arturo at the table. They sat together, enjoying the warmth of the coffee and the company of one another. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and anecdotes. Bri found herself feeling at ease, basking in the comfort of this newfound family. It was a stark contrast to the tumultuous life she had left behind.

Niccolo watched Bri with a mixture of fondness and concern, his eyes never straying far from her. He knew that healing took time, but he was determined to be there for her every step of the way. As the evening progressed, he couldn't help but feel a growing connection between them, a sense of understanding and shared experiences.

After dessert, they lingered at the table, not quite ready to part ways for the night. Arturo excused himself to take care of some errands, leaving Niccolo and Bri alone. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the room, casting a gentle ambiance.

Niccolo leaned back in his chair, studying Bri's face, which now held a hint of tranquility. "You know, Bria, I meant what I said earlier. You don't have to pretend to be okay all the time. It's alright to let yourself feel and heal. And I'll be here for you, no matter what."

Bri met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thank you, Niccolo. It means a lot to me to have you and Arturo by my side. I don't think I could have made it this far without your support."

Niccolo reached across the table, taking Bri's hand in his. His touch was warm and comforting, grounding her in the present moment.

"You're stronger than you realize, Bria. And I believe in you. We all do. Together, we'll create new memories, ones that overshadow the pain of the past." Bri squeezed his hand, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I'm starting to believe that, too. And I'm grateful for this fresh start, for the chance to find happiness again."

As they sat there, hands intertwined, a newfound sense of hope and possibility filled the room. The journey ahead would not be without its challenges, but with the support and love they shared, Bri knew she had found her home, not just in Sicily but in the hearts of the people who cared for her. As the conversation lingered in the air, a gentle silence settled between Niccolo and Bri. The connection between them seemed to intensify, their eyes locked in a moment of shared understanding. It was as if the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in that intimate space.

Niccolo's heart raced in his chest as he leaned forward, his hand still holding Bri's. The anticipation hung in the air, a subtle tension building between them. He could feel the warmth of her hand against his, her presence enveloping him.

Bri's breath hitched, her eyes flickering between Niccolo's lips and his gaze. Her heart mirrored his rapid rhythm, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. The vulnerability she saw in his eyes sparked something within her, a desire to let go of the pain and embrace the possibility of happiness.

In that suspended moment, Niccolo closed the distance between them, his lips gently brushing against Bri's. It was a soft, tender kiss, filled with unspoken emotions and a silent promise. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the sweetness of that connection. Bri's eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the moment and allowing herself to be carried away by the tenderness of Niccolo's touch. Their kiss deepened, a shared longing and the unspoken words of affection passing between them.

The world outside their embrace ceased to exist as they became immersed in the depth of their emotions. It was a moment of solace and healing, a testament to the newfound love blossoming between them.

Eventually, they pulled away, their breaths mingling in the air. Niccolo rested his forehead against Bri's, his hand gently caressing her cheek. They both wore smiles that spoke volumes, conveying a mutual understanding of the significance of that moment.

"I'm here for you, Bria," Niccolo whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. "No matter what lies ahead, I'll be by your side."

#oc x oc ship #bria giovanna #niccolo vilaro #jojo oc #arturo renaldi #briccolo

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deus et tricae

ー Synopsis: T'was merely a game of cards, played for the old times' sake. But, what are they betting on? What are the stakes? It's surely not money.

ー Characters: Bria Adal (@mrsgiovanna), Aria Pamina Hertz (@theclairedelunemiracle), Angelica Spade

a/n. It's my first time writing a fic for oc's! Therefore, forgive me if there is any inaccuracies in the writing. And also, happy late birthday to our dearest Ari, @theclairedelunemiracle~♡

♤ Nohr ♤

Queen?

No, no, no. That's a king.

Oh dear, why was it so hard to obtain a queen from a stack of cards?

Luck is not on Angelica's side today.

"My, my. You're on a clear streak, Bria. I have lost Lady Luck's favor for today, it seems." Angelica sighed, to her chagrin, another three pair cards ended in the black haired woman's hands, making Bria the winner.

The young Spade's chin rests on the palm of her hand, her eyes peers to the side, "Aria, wouldn't it be better for you to sit on a chair rather than standing still while the game is on?"

Aria only smiled, giggling. Her grey orbs reflects the chandelier's light, "You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine like this. Besides, it prevents both of you from peeking into my cards."

"Me? Cheating? I would never!"

"Lies." Bria grinned, her eyes sharp as ever.

"You don't trust me, Bria?" Angelica faked a pout.

"I wouldn't trust someone who drained 3 casinos dry while working under Polpo."

"Touchè."

The next round, a lot of chips were put into the pot. One chip does not equals money, well, not always... However, the chips were valuable enough because one represents something precious. Whether it would be luxurious goods, information, secrets, favors, all of them are valuable in their own way. One thing Angelica won't bet is life, not since Don Giovanna gave her an ultimatum if she ever wager that sort of thing.

Anways, the previous round was finished. It is time to move onto the last round. The cards were shuffled, courtesy of Aria, the current dealer, then divided into among the women, with a stack of cards on the side of the table.

Next, the Aria "burned" away a card from the stack, laying them bare on the table to start the next game.

"Since you are the birthday girl, Miss Hertz. Why don't you go first?" Angelica tapped her index finger on the table, waiting for the blonde haired woman to bet.

"My birthday was a few days ago, you know that."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, just this once. Pretty please, dear~? Go on! Go first, Ari!"

Without further ado, Aria pondered for a moment before she laid three blue chips in the middle of the table, "Bet. We're betting gold on this round."

"Sounds perfect. The glitter of gold in my room were plenty, but they were a little bit too much..." Bria trailed off, remembering how her room is filled with opulence of gold and silver.

"Courtesy of the Don, yes?" The blonde inquires with a smirk, "Giorno definitely spoiling his wife rotten." She chuckles, teasing the already blushing Bria.

"Q-Quit it!" The donna cleared her throat, the crack in her voice only encouraged Angelica and Aria to add fuel to the fire. But, no, that would be another story, now is not the time.

"Raise. Five gold bars," Bria shoved a stack of red chips, "Your turn, Spade."

Angelica thinks deeply, putting on her best poker face, she really dislikes this. Not because the game isn't fun but because she couldn't use La Vie En Rose to cheat. Her body is itching for a chance to cheat considering it is a habit of hers in casinos, gambling dens, and small gambles alike.

Her experience of gambling has made her believe that in every person, only two entities could stand behind them. God or Tricks.

"Call. 5 gold. I bet off my pure gold bars, ladies. Not the cheap ones." Angelica dropped a stack of black chips, "Damn... Pannacotta would kill me for this."

"Oh nonsense, he wouldn't mind if you bet off a few gold from your vault." Bria scanned over the cards on the table after Aria took another one from the stack and placed it on the table, creating a row.

"He would, though. He is not as patient as Aria's lover after all." Angelica sighed, but it wasn't an insult for Fugo. Strangely, a tint of blush spread through her cheeks when she mentions Fugo isn't a patient man..... how weird.

"Oh, for God's sake. Just forget the chips." Bria exclaimed, "Why don't we bet something without it for the last round?"

Aria stood still, her head drifting in thoughts, "Depends on what we're betting on. Is it fairly valuable?"

Angelica interjects, "Have you both considered favors? The one who lost would have to agree to one favor they cannot refuse."

"Eh? This again? Do you want to be scolded by GioGio?" Bria reminded Angelica of what will happen if she enact the idea.

The blue eyed woman grinned awkwardly, "I'm simply joking, Bria!" Though the idea seems tempting, she knew better than to be punished by the don for distressing his wife.

"Speaking of GioGio. I wonder where that child could be...? Where is Nicole anyways?" The confused Bria throws a question.

"Most likely with Mista. You understand how they go." Angelica tossed an answer, "I hope she is well."

Just the silence won and the room goes quiet. Luckily, Aria knew it is time to act.

"Alright then. We'll settle this over information," Aria gathered the cards and chips, setting aside the latter into a box while she shuffled the cards again, ever the calm and serene woman, "Like usual!" Perhaps, if she smiled, one could compare her to the moon itself.

"Oh? What kind?" Bria asked, arms folded on top of the table.

"Hm... if we went with that, why don't we raise stakes a bit?" Angelica fixed her gaze to the window. The clouds have covered the sun, rendering the sky into a grey and glum state. Mayhaps rain would fall?

"Oh please. Would this proposal of yours be detached from lunacy?" The donna poses doubt onto the woman who's gazing at the window's glass.

"Dearest Donna of Passione, I solemnly swear it won't be a madwoman's scheme." The giggling Angelica waved her hand at the statement, "Have you hear the latest news? Looks like a rival family is looming over us, threatening for a war."

"And... you want us to face them?" Aria narrows her eyes. Bria could feel a drop of sweat running down her temple.

"Well someone has to quell them, one way or another. Giorno asked one of us to eliminate them. I have no wish to participate in it" Angelica's visage were now painted with an emotionless expression, "I am used to gang wars, the boss often sent me to fight. However, I wouldn't want to miss spending time with my dearest Pannacotta."

"I see now... you wish to skip over the skirmish just so you can lounge around in leisure with your lover?" Bria's teeth are gritting under her smile, "How selfish of you, Miss Spade."

The tension rose between the three women. Whoever loses has to do the job. But the important issue right now is Angelica's egotistical suggestion.

"Haha! Once again, I am merely joking!" Angelica burst into laughter, "But, no. I am not. Forgive me to say this, but, that job is a load of bollocks. One team is enough, but the whole family? The work is going to be tedious. Moreover, the Speedwagon Foundation requires my presence. Aunt Julia needs someone to investigate bizarre happenings in New Delhi."

Aria's eyes widens at the Angelica's explanation.

"So, that means--"

"Yes. Whoever loses have to take the job."

"Then, if you lose..." Bria softly uttered.

"Well, I have to do the work. Simple as that."

Now this is a bet to behold.

Whoever lost the match shall participate in a gang war. Logically speaking, the three of them are capable of doing so, but no one would be willing to do it since the work is tedious. Reconnaissance, reports, investigations, all the lot. If they only have to fight then no problem would arise, but this job has to be taken step by step. After all, it is an order from Don Giovanna himself.

One of them has to put their life on the line for this.

"...Very well, then. Fair enough. You have your own reasons, Angelica." Aria gave a reassuring smile, "You've done a lot recently. Whatever happens, the task shall be done."

"Yes, me too. Someone needs to do it for the sake of Passione." Bria nodded in agreement.

"Hm, but I do wonder. Would Giorno sent his own wife for something so brutal like a gang war?" Angelica raised her eyebrow in wonder, her chin leaning to her hand.

"Eh? Oh, right. That is true... but, it's fine. I would even say it'd be better if it was me since I know Giorno won't let me get hurt easily." Bria's amused laughter floats through the room.

"Why so glum, ladies? Come now, let's finish our last round." Bria clapped her hand to lighten the mood. Angelica's downcast eyes are starting to be show her guilt.

"In the end, I am still a selfish human, hm?" She smirked, "No matter. I'm not a good person from the start, after all."

It's all lies. The normally honest Angelica is lying through her lips. However cruel she is, she wouldn't put them in harm's way, she wouldn't prioritise her own safety if her friends, her comrades, are treading through danger. This is all a farce to raise the stakes.

"Cheer up, Miss Spade. You're the one who started this. Now finish it!" Aria challenges.

The last round of the card game ensues. The rules are simple, they are given four cards and two of the cards which are deemed worthless has to be thrown away. Whoever has the highest cards won. The room is once again calm, only the thrill of the gamble remains.

Aria has thrown away two of her cards while Bria hasn't abandoned anything yet. Angelica followed suit and discarded two of her cards after unfolding them.

The three women now checked their cards in various ways, there was disappointment, hope, doubt, determination, and several more mixed into the atmosphere.

This time, no more Gods or Tricks. Only pure chance and luck shall decide the outcome.

Queen?

No, that is a 10 of diamonds.

Oh, why was it so hard to obtain it when she needs it the most?

The second card she unfolded reveals... ah yes. Could it be that Lady Luck has finally smiled upon her? If so, then she is so kind to give Angelica her favorite card.

Ace of Spades.

With this she can win. That thought ran through her head as Angelica smirked in assurance.

What Angelica didn't know was that Aria held the winning cards, a King of Spades and an Ace of Hearts. How embarrassing~♡

Bria knew which cards she would throw away so that she could keep two of her highest cards which are a Queen of Hearts and a Jack of clubs.

As Bria intends to throw away her cards, the sound of footsteps were heard from outside the room.

"Ah. Someone is coming." Bria shfited her gaze toward the door.

The door to the place where the women reside opens dramatically.

"Yes. It seems we have a guest. Angelica followed suit, turning her head as she showed her Ace of Spades to signify her win, meanwhile Aria is serenely standing.

Who is the uninvited guest?

Oh, who could it be?

《 Picture by: 7aizagatha 》

#jjba oc #bria giovanna #angelica spade #aria pamina hertz #aria hertz #OC Bria Adal #OC Aria Pamina Hertz #OC Angelica Spade #jojo's bizarre adventure

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