Prayer - Enrico Pucci
Pairing - Enrico Pucci x f!reader
Warnings - religion (catholic), like quotes from the bible and stuff. i am not religious, but i did a bit of research before posting it idk if that's really a warning, but i wanted to put it here just in case. also, pucci speaks italian at the beginning
Word Count - 821
Notes - stone ocean has me going feral rn omg. ive already read the manga, but my oh my is it so good animated. ive been really wanting to write for more jojos characters (you can request more btw if you're interested lol) and i had to write for one of my fav villains
And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3
Pucci raised up his head, the fire from the candles shining in his dark, almost lifeless eyes. His hands held each other in prayer, shaking. “La maledizione del Signore è sulla casa degli empi, ma egli benedice la casa dei giusti. Proverbs 3:33.” His voice was shaking. He could feel his breath running short. “149, 151…” He took a breath in, looking up at the full moon which surprisingly was not being covered by the storm clouds outside. “193, 197, 199…” Tears were still running down his cheeks. They were burning, like hot wax. “251, 257, 263, 269…”
Pucci jumped, hearing the door open behind him, the sound of rain from outside getting louder. He turned around, as the tears in his eyes blurred his vision, to find… her. He thought she was gone. Gone for good.
She stood in a soaking wet raincoat, slipping it off and hanging it up on the coat rack. As she walked towards Pucci, who was still on his knees, her wet boots left stains in the carpet.
“Enrico,” she kneeled down to his level and cupped his face. Her voice was so soft. Hearing it again made the tears multiply. “Enrico, you need to come with me.” She wiped a tear of his with her thumb. He pulled his face away and turned back around, staring at the crucifix that was watching his every move. “I can't.” His voice was barely audible, especially because of the storm outside. “Pucci…” He felt her hand on his shoulder. It was cold. Really cold. She must’ve been in that storm for hours.
“Fine.” Pucci stood up, closing his eyes and turning away from everything. “Let's go.”
Pucci knew that when he looked at her, God was watching. But he didn't care. He wanted to stare at her. He wanted to break rules. He wanted her to get the best of him. Sin didn't mean anything to him while she was around. Especially back then. The way her hands would cup his face. The way his cold skin would brush against her warm skin when they were pressed to one another. The way she would… kiss him. It's been years, but he still remembers. He would drop anything just to get one more kiss. One more hug. One more word out of her mouth. He worshiped her. Before she left, that is.
She stopped going to church. Found a life outside of religion. A life outside of him. He would’ve done anything to get her back. But suddenly, she was here again. She was here and he didn't know why. Dragging him through the rain for what felt like miles.
“Where are you taking me?” Those were the first words Pucci had said to her this entire walk. She turned around and he almost bumped into her, taking a step back. “I saw this and thought of you. I know it's raining and we haven't seen each other in a while, but I wanted to take you. It's right down here.” She led him through another pile of trees and they ended up next to an overgrown building. He froze as the rain stopped, the moon shining on the building. He turned to her and ran up to the building, running his fingers over each cobblestone. “How did you…” She smiled and opened the door, leading him inside.
There wasn't much of a ceiling or walls, but it still felt like home. “You found it.” Pucci turned to her with tears in his eyes and a smile. She giggled and sat down on one of the rotting benches. “I found it.” He turned to the old crucifix that was now torn up from the wind. “How’d you do it?” “I was just on a walk. It's nice to see this old place again, huh?” She stood up and walked around the place with a smile.
They met in that old church. It was abandoned now and it was abandoned then too. He was praying and she was crying. What a mix. They had a fling. One that he doesn't regret either. God, he wished he never took that vow.
“Enrico?” Pucci turned to her with wide eyes as she held a little candle with their initials inscribed in it. She handed it to him and held his hand. “I'm sorry I left you.” He pulled her close, dropping the candle, letting it smash to pieces. “Just don't do it again, okay?” He pressed a kiss to her lips and felt more droplets of rain fall from the sky.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)
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I have yet to (fully) regain my artistic abilities so more writing for @starry-blue-echoes little Villain house/Villain Peanut Gallery Au ( X )
So running with the idea suggested in their post that this is a little room with manga and DVDs of the jostars adventures and what not, do ya think they all read/Watch their respective parts and scoff with little commentaries about how "so THATS where they were hiding!!" "No WONDER they were able to get to my mansion so easily! I employed useless minions!" Or even "that's not how it went at all!"
Another thought would be about Kars and Pucci, ofc the others too but, the Manga and animes respectively have flashbacks and, more specifically for Kars, family on video and what not. So I like the mental image of Kars (or like pucci or maybe Dio-) just sitting there in the dark room for hours on end watching and rewinding scenes. Kars smiling to himself as he watches Wamuu kick Joseph's butt, or pucci sitting and crying in quiet solitude as he torments himself with these images of his family (sure he has white snakes but it's not the same-).
Idk lol, I think its neat. Can't stop thinking about their posts smh smh
Also a silly little doodle <3, I have more planned >:)
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