Maodori’s Domain

NOTICE: I am back to writing fics early!

Hi! I’m Maodori

I’m a free time fanfic writer and enjoyer. I mainly write on Wattpad under the same handle.

This is my blog just for random headcanons and one-shots I want to write.

I am OBSESSED with JJBA currently (Part 2 is my favorite) and will exclusively write on that.

Also PLEASE feel free to yap with me. I absolutely love it💚

I created my PFP myself!

Rules when Requesting

I exclusively write Fluff and will dabble in Smut.

Please do not ask me to write pure Angst. I need to have some fluff.

I will not write Romance on characters that are under 18+. Do not request aged up characters.

I might write slightly OOC just to make things more feasible with certain scenarios.

Generally as long as it’s an interesting prompt I will give it a go!

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Anons: 🍒, 🪷🪽, 🌷, ✨

-Maodori💚✨

Of course ✨! It was such a fun one to write! (^^ )

Dad Abbachio now also lives rent free in my head lol. And I will eternally thank you for that✨anon! 💚

And I am also glad I’m doing better now (aside from dying in the heat lol). This whole week I’m just gonna relax and work on the fics in my drafts.

Ngl I’ve been tempted to release a fic involving one of my OCs but I also want to focus on the requests I got lol

Hii! Absolutely you can be ✨Anon! Welcome!

I’m going to start marking “Platonic Fluff” with “♪” just to make it clear

Pain of a Kid

♪ Father Figure!Leone Abbachio w/ Teenage!Assistant ♪

A/N: Below is a custom stand I made with your prompt in mind! Also ngl I lost the first draft of this due to WiFi issues (T-T ). But man this was such a wholesome one to write!

Name: Miss Murder (Song by AFI)

Type: Artificial Humanoid

Range: Short Range (5m)

-Ability-

Allows User to cut any object perfectly and carve with perfect precision. Still Targets are far more vulnerable to being split completely. Its cuts can be used for purposes other than destruction, and can be used to cut fine things such as toxins from a body if the target has an open wound.

A side effect of the Stand is the perpetual need to cut things, otherwise the Stand will go berserk and cut unintended targets, causing fidgeting and outbursts. Miss Murder will also just flat out go berserk under immense distress.

Why. Why was it him always on babysitting duty?

And you had to just be the type to trash his office. He remembers that fateful day all too well.

Leone had been called to Giorno’s office. His eyes tired from yet another late night of tracking reports on locating Panacotta Fugo. That traitor who left them in their time of need. Leone no longer stumbled in half drunk, rather sleep deprived as he stared down the young don. The old leather chair which Diavolo had once ruled from now appearing far too big for the young boy which he both loathed and admired. His gentle eyes reminding him of his capo Bruno. What had Giorno asking for him specifically now? Was there new information? Observing quietly as Giorno extended a hand, gesturing towards the chair in front of him.

“Please, take a seat Abbachio.”

Leone sighed as he strode over, the dull headache making his yellow eyes strain as he seated himself with a thud. The old wood of the chair creaking under his weight as he sat in his usual manner.

“What is it… Don Giovanna.”

It felt weird to call the boy that. Especially a walking ray of sunshine like Giorno. Such a term felt befitting of a hardened member of Passioné, not a child. And yet he still acted far more mature than even some of the adults.

“I have a request to make of you.”

Giorno gestured over to you, signifying for you to approach. To put simply, you didn’t exactly look great. He couldn’t pin down exactly how old you were, but you certainly were someone who needed to be in school. You were just barely taken off the streets by Giorno, as you were in need of help. Beyond that, your volatile nature had become a threat. You couldn’t exactly control your ability constantly, Miss Murder you called it. And now you stood quietly, staring down a white haired goth man with the most angry expression. His gaze trying to determine what sort of person you were.

“Don’t tell me…”

He grumbled. Your clothes were a mess, and clearly you were antsy. You were scratching at your skin furiously like you wanted to rip it off. In any other circumstance he would had assumed you were just some street rat who was looking for their next meal, but he quickly noticed something. The clean cuts along your clothes, the single long slice along Giorno’s sleeve which had been stitched back together. It was too perfect to be done haphazardly by rips, and too precise to be done with just a pair of cheap scissors or a knife. The don soon continued.

“Yes. This is our latest member, Y/N. You would like more protection from enemy Stand users when you are out investigating, no? When I was out I found them, and they seemed like the perfect fit. I would like you to take care of them Leone.”

You took out a small booklet of origami paper, the one thing given to you by Giorno to help with your fidgeting as you took out a piece of paper and started cutting it with Miss Murder. Abbachio could only sit and watch as its needle-like hands rapidly sheered and ripped into the paper. You were still figuring out how to fully control it, but you eventually handed over a scarily detailed lion over to Leone as you spoke.

“I-I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

He took it with his grasp with a pause. Giorno simply watched you two as he could tell you two would be a good team. Even despite the prickly attitude of Abbachio, he knew that he needed someone. He couldn’t just work alone and drown himself in it, even Bruno knew that.

And with your seemingly tepid, if anxious nature, Leone only hoped you wouldn’t be a complete bother to his life. A huff left his purple painted lips as he stood up.

“Fine. Oi, scugnizzo/scugnizza. Andiamo. I’ll get you settled. And in some better clothes.”

He watched your eyes light up as you quickly followed behind him like a duckling. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad.

Said the man whose whole office now looked like a snow globe of shredded papers. You certainly weren’t as mild mannered as he initially thought. At any opportunity you had to cut something, you would. He had to keep any important documents locked away in his desk when not in use just to stop you from trying to rip them to shreds. You knew better, hell you didn’t want to destroy them, but Miss Murder practically demanded you to tear things apart, and without a constant feed it would go crazy.

He held his head as you kept tearing up your origami paper while he poured over which lead he needed to follow to track down Fugo. Ripping paper becoming a white noise over his radio as he debated his next destination. The bar or the warehouse. Fugo had been seen at both, and the only fear besides you he held is that Fugo had sided with the drug team Giorno wanted to tear down. It was lucky Murollo hadn’t made getting this info a pain in the ass. A few flecks of paper soon landed on the warehouse document as Abbachio was at his wits end.

“Y/N. I thought I told you not to get your shreds on my documents. It’s very distracting.”

You leaned back in your chair as you stared out the windows.

“I’m bored. I want to go fight! I’ve practiced what you told me, and I want to try and fight for real this time!”

The most exasperated sigh you have ever heard left his lips as he retorted. Despite his annoyance with you, you almost reminded him of Narancia in a sense. Someone who cared deeply, but was a tad dense.

“Per l’amore di Dio, last time you used that training dummy you cut its fucking head off.”

You awkwardly looked away as you continued to tear up the paper.

“It didn’t completely come off… besides I was told I needed to protect you, and don’t you need to go out and find someone? So let’s go.”

Damn it. He wasn’t going to hear the end of it, was he? If he kept trying to think logically with you so antsy to wreck things he might go crazy before he even hands you off to Bruno to get you better training with your Stand.

“Cazzo… Ok fine! We can go out. But you better be on your best behavior, got it Y/N? If you cause any major property damage again you are going to pay for it!”

Last time he took you out, you had wrecked several buildings in an attempt to fight an enemy Stand user you thought existed. In actuality it was just a raccoon simply minding its own business. The cover up done for that incident was a nightmare and a half.

The warehouse was quiet. Not a ship nor vessel had passed through this place in a long time. The view out to the ocean being one that felt eerie. Lonely. Leone could only describe this place as somewhere long forgotten memories laid. You had begun to scratch at your skin again as Abbacchio tried to find any recent trace of Fugo. Moody Blues rewinding to several point as he tapped his foot against the cold concrete.

“Damn it… where could that kid have gone…?”

It was simply boring. You were expecting some confrontation, some trouble to rear its ugly head. And yet nothing. Rather you sat alone with your thoughts for once and kept look out. And a small thought creeped into your head as you started quietly cutting paper with Miss Murder, being certain to not let any scraps fall. You knew how he got about leaving any evidence of your presence. As he kept mulling over old trails and evidence you spoke absentmindedly.

“Hey… Abbacchio. Why did you decide to care for me?”

It was an honest question. From what you knew of Giorno, or rather Don Giovanna, he didn’t like to force this sort of obligation on his men. Training new recruits, sure. But you were found like a stray animal in the street and brought in without much notice. Hell, you blacked out most of your memories before you met him. Thoughts laced with guilt of actions that feel like a haze. As Leone waited for Moody Blues to rewind in the next spot, he paused. Approaching calmly as he ruffled your hair like a father would to his kid.

“Because Giorno ordered me to. You clearly went through a lot monello/monella, least I can do is repay the favor Bruno did to me.”

He then quietly mumbled under his breath.

“Even if I don’t trust myself to take care of a damn kid.”

This was the first time Leone had been fairly nice to you. Aside from the pleasantries given to you upon becoming part of Passioné, your clothes, the food, the clean bed, Leone had always seemed to keep a wall up around you. His words cold and bitter, barking orders at you when you got his nerves. Yet it never seemed like it was out of hatred. It was simply how he kept a wall up to avoid vulnerability. Like a hedgehog.

“You have a home now. And have people who want you to get better at your ability. If you keep questioning why I decided to take a pain in the ass like you under my wing, I’ll just put you through tougher training, got it?”

A nod came from you as Abbachio pat your shoulder. The slightest smile playing at his lips as he felt a sense of pride for once. At least you were not trying to cut him alive. Nor were you jittering at the slightest sound like last time. You really were such a pain, but he’d dealt with Narancia enough to know how jumpy you could get. Maybe after this whole investigation he would get a chance to introduce you properly to the rest of Bruno’s team. You likely wouldn’t feel as alone then. When you least expected it, your weight finally feeling lighter for once in your life, you watched as an enemy Stand User had launched a dart at Leone, and his body fell unconscious. To call what happened next a disaster would be an understatement. A horrid shriek leaving the lips of Miss Murder as you blacked out, losing control of yourself.

By the time you finally snapped out of your trance, Leone had regained consciousness, body laid in a mess of rubble as the distant blood splatter indicated what had happened. A poison that had been cut out of Leone’s system was spilt on the ground as you watched the needle-like hands of Miss Murder fade away. Abbachio groaned as he sat up, hair ragged from the wreckage you created.

“Merda… not again Y/N…”

He looked over to the bloodied rubble, and you watched his anger subside into an annoyed, but peaceful look.

“But you were at least right this time, have to commend you on that, monello/monella.”

The two of you started walking away as you started tearing at your origami paper again. Placing a makeshift bandaid on the area you cut out the poison from. His expression unamused, yet tolerating your attempt at a peaceful gesture to make up for the destruction. However his mind was currently elsewhere. The supposed lead that Leone had was bust. Nothing more than some trap made to try and kill him or some other poor unfortunate soul. Though he likely would have been dead if it weren’t for you and that creature you call a Stand. Before you could even celebrate, you felt Leone smack you on the back of the head.

“Hey! What was that for?!”

You sharply replied as the cop coldly retorted.

“For trashing yet another building. I’m going to be sending that bill to you stronzo/stronza.”

An eye roll came from you as Leone fixed his hair slightly.

“Passioné is still going to pay for it anyways… what’s the big deal?”

Leone grumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose in anguish. Despite everything, you really were a pain of a kid. A helpful kid, but still such a migraine at the worst of times.

“Because that comes out of my paycheck idiot.”

You just lightly bumped his shoulder as the rubble was left behind you. Maybe you two would have better luck finding Fugo at the bar. But first, Leone needed you to calm down. He hummed and hawed over what to do next with you. Giorno had intended for you to both assist Leone, and to eventually become a member of Bruno’s squad once the investigation was concluded. But feeling his own hunger and exhaustion made him realize your stomach growled. Well that gives him an excuse to go meet up with Bruno.

“Oi, scugnizzo/scugnizza, we’re getting food. Follow me.”

He really was just acting like his dear friend, even if he never felt like he was.

It had been a year since that time. A memory worth cherishing. Team Bucciarati had welcomed you in with open arms despite your Stand’s rather destructive habits, a place you felt the warmth of family for the first time in a long while. Warm meals which became a familiarity you cherished, a cozy bed you never could complain about as it beat sleeping on the streets, it had all become somewhere you felt happy.

You and Narancia were sat around the boombox, listening to music together while you kept cutting origami paper to practice using Miss Murder more intricately as Bruno simply waited for his next orders from Giorno. Trish was practicing her singing off somewhere, Mista was minding his own business for once, Fugo was writing up a new lesson plan to accommodate you and Narancia after the mess of his redemption. And finally, Leone was listening to his own music. Lounging as he usually did when you saw him get a text. Narancia had began running around with his headphones around his neck, Fugo trying to get him to sit down and work on a new work sheet he compiled together, leading to you running after Fugo to get out some more energy.

Once you ran by Abbachio again, he grabbed you by the wrist to stop you, making you slip a little as he stood up.

“Kid. Come with me. Don Giovanna is requesting us.”

While it was true, Giorno had called him to his office, it was because Abbachio had a request he wanted to make. One he never thought that he would make in his lifetime. He wanted to get permission to adopt you.

Aside from all your flaws, your rambunctious nature, and knack for annoying him at the most inconvenient times, you were someone he wanted to keep caring for. Honestly seeing you pick up some of his habits made him surprised when Mista jumped at the chance to call you a “Mini Abbachio”. Even Bruno had noticed his shift in behavior. How he had set down the bottle. How Leone silently listens to you ramble about your classes with Fugo. You became a part of his life that he thought would vanish like all good things did. But you stayed by him. And made every moment one to never let pass idly. There was no regret for him. Taking you under his wing was the best decision he ever made.

He didn’t say a word to you as he strode with you. Eyes focused on the looming door as he knocked his usual annoyed banging. And that familiar voice from your lowest point soon spoke.

“Come in Leone.”

He opened the door quietly as you watched him take out a file. Unlabeled, and far too crisp to be one of his usual case files.

“What is it you wanted to talk with me about?”

Leone quickly slammed the file down as some of the papers scattered. Legal documents. Ones you couldn’t fully understand, but they were partially filled out.

“I’m adopting Y/N. Need your permission.”

Giorno watched the shock wash over you as he kept his polite smile.

“I will approve of it, but ask Y/N first. They will be your family after all.”

You watched the cop who seemed to be stuck with the hedgehog’s dilemma glance over at you. His eyes reminding you of that day at the warehouse.

“Kid. Are you ok with this deci-“

Without a word, you tackled the man. Dropping your paper in the process. You never said it to him, lest he deflect and fire sharp words back at you, but he was the closest thing you had to a dad. Although you were to protect him he guarded you fiercely. You were probably the one kid in the organization who got to see his soft side aside from Narancia. And after all that time on the streets, he still somehow had patience for you own hesitance and sometimes violent outbursts.

“Yup! Guess I get to call you Padre now, right?”

The moment you called him padre made him melt a little. And Giorno noticed. His tone had eased. The slight smile on his face as he huffed.

“Yeah yeah kid… you can call me padre.”

Giorno quietly filled out your part of the application as he handed it to a courier to turn in.

“I’ll make sure it goes through, Leone.”

~ Translations ~

Scugnizzo/Scugnizza - Street Urchin, often used to describe a streetwise child (used much more commonly in Naples)

Andiamo - Let’s go

Per l’amore di Dio - For the love of god

Cazzo - Fuck (expression of frustration)

Merda - Shit

Monello/Monella - Brat

Stronzo/Stronza - Asshole

Padre - Father/Dad

{Maodori💚✨}

I might do some smaller reviews of bands that have Stands named after them as filler until I get home and can properly get started on the fics in my Requests and Drafts (^^ )

But first on the block is Abbachio’s Stand, Moody Blues

For some background, I snagged myself a CD of The Moody Blues (mostly because I had a feeling I would like it and it called to me to come home) from a record shop in the town I’m staying in currently. I got it for free with the other disc I bought, being the Black Sabbath album Paranoid.

And I’m not going to lie. It was 100% a good listen. Definitely on the softer end in terms of Rock, but it has such a good sound to it that it made me feel at peace. The guitar orchestration is just lovely in their tracks, and the harmonies in the vocals is so damn soothing.

Ngl I might also need to stop into that record store again to get some other CDs for my car lol. I’m a sucker for older music, and I want to see what other gems of bands I might find. If anyone has any suggestions go ahead and send it in my asks and I will give them a review.

All in all, I give The Moody Blues a 9/10. Definitely a good listen if you need to just calm down, and let your mind rest. It’s good daytime driving music!

- Maodori💚✨

Simply put, things are going… rougher, than expected with this trip. A lot of internal thoughts, negative emotions, and just trying to mentally survive this period of time. Honestly with help from my family getting me some space so I can mentally breathe and not feel this anger I’ve been dealing with I might finish the main fic in my drafts when I properly have time to myself.

Regardless, Fics and Asks will likely be delayed longer than expected, because I’ll need time to heal after this trip. I wish I had better news, but not much I can do.

With much love for my followers,

-Maodori💚✨

Was a little late on the announcement (June 20th), but so far it has been a good time ^^

Mostly just relaxing with my partner and enjoying my time indoors, been playing Gundam Breaker 4 and Dark Souls 1. We’ve also binged Thus Spoke Rohan Kishibe (it was good!!) and we finished watching Part 6. All around just a chill time.

I have seen the requests coming in and they have been added to my backlog for after my break!

-Maodori💚✨

Absolutely! It was a fun one to write!💚

Honestly after writing it I wanna squish all of La Squadra’s faces (affectionately). I might need to make lil plushies of them all just so I can squish all their faces. It was such a cute request and I’m glad I got to write it!

Im getting cuteness aggression out the wazoo lol

As a heads up, from June 18th to July 16th I won’t be working on any fics, my partner is flying in from the UK and I will be spending time with them (they don’t use Tumblr, and I’d rather prioritize them). I might do some small posts though!

I will be accepting Anon Asks during that time though so when I get back I have some back log to write for! I’m also open to people asking about smaller headcannons like “What is [character]’s guilty pleasure show?”.

I’ll try and finish up the comfort smut fic I have in my drafts before then, but if nothing comes out before the 18th then know it is on hold until after the 16th of July!

Thankfully, my mental health is much better than it was (although I’m having to watch mood a lot more carefully), and seeing my partner before my birthday on the 20th of June should also be good. God I am excited for my Birthday!

- Maodori💚✨

-🌷

Hii there 🌷Anon! And thank you so much! (^^ )

Currently I’ve got a Headcannon fic on La Squadra’s Preference when it comes to Video Games kinda cooking in the back of my mind since I can see them all playing video games in some form. But otherwise no specific fics for them rn lol. I really wanna do another fic on Risotto or one on Illuso but I am struggling for ideas at the moment AAAAAAAAAA

I would love to see you write for La Squadra with a teammate who's almost too pretty!! U imagine them starting to develop a crush??? Hitmen stuttering and blushing? Yes pleaseee ❤️

Tnx!! Also, Happy pride!! 🫶

Hey there! Happy Pride Month as well!

Sending all the love and support to those out there as an ally💚 ✨(^^ )

This is such a cute thought AAAAA!!!! I leaned more Headcanon with this since I see them all crushing in such different ways

La Squadra Crushing on a Pretty Teammate + Confessions to You

Formaggio

- He isn’t exactly subtle with his crush. But it starts off as it usually does. He continues to play around, hanging in your space, bothering you any chance he can

- You eventually become someone he can’t stop focusing on. You take of every thought in his day, and even when out with other people he finds his mind wandering back to you. The way you smile, the way you carry yourself around him, how you just entrance others around you with your natural charm

- Lord help this man if you flirt back. He is bold and an asshole, but having someone flirt back after he teases them gets him to freeze in place and shut up for once.

- He doesn’t stutter when he freezes, he just goes wide eyed like a deer in headlights, maybe awkwardly fidgeting with his hands as he can’t keep his attention off of you. You’re too damn pretty and to hear you tease him back is simultaneously a nightmare and a dream.

- On actual mission, you are going to have to force this man to focus. He’s going to want to be playful even when you both are in danger. The only time he’ll snap out of it on his own is if you’re actually going to die. Any injuries to him are an excuse to take care of you and admire you even more.

- When he finally breaks and confesses to you, it doesn’t matter where it is. Whether it’s on a mission, out in public, or just at you two are walking somewhere. He tries to dance around the actual question for as long as he can, unsure of what a “proper moment” is. It’s then when he actually stammers a lot.

It had been a hard mission. The target nearly evaded both of you, but now after a dinner and a long talk about him just standing there like an idiot, you both were walking back to the safe house.

“Y’know, even with the bandages you are sexy as hell.”

You turned your head to face the flirt as you glared slightly.

“Dude. I know you call everyone some nickname behind their backs. You likely call me something as well, so just shut up until we get back.”

He kept his hands lazily in his pockets, huffing and shrugging his shoulders.

“I-I mean, it’s not a bad nickname… not like Sheephead…”

Lips remained shut, the silence resting in the air as he awkwardly hissed through his teeth. Why did he have to bring up Ghiaccio’s nickname? And god you really did look pretty to him. It was like you were the only thing that existed in the world, before he promptly had to dodge a lamp post he was about to walk into. Formaggio laughed to himself a little as he added on

“Say… you don’t got someone, right? Like a partner?”

His insecurity was cropping up a little as he waited for your response patiently.

“No, not necessarily. Why would you care?”

Formaggio’s gaze averted from yours as he tried to muster up some courage. So many times before he had so easily asked someone out. Why was it now that he found himself tripping over his own thoughts? His mouth opened and closed like a fish for a few moments before he tried to speak. Eyes widened and vacant of his usual antics.

“N-N-No reason… ehe…”

God damn it! Why wouldn’t those words leave his mouth?! He sighed as you both continued to walk. Formaggio could ask another time. Hopefully he wouldn’t stumble over himself again.

Hopefully.

Illuso

- He has to put up a front of being tough a lot of the time, and you make it even worse for him. You are probably the only thing he can look at without him feeling afraid for once, and that scares him more.

- Illuso will be more verbally harsh to you initially. Trying to play you off and just put space between you and him because he is afraid of allowing his emotions to flourish. But even when he sits alone you simply just pop back into his head like he never entered his mirror realm.

- Flirting towards him just makes him all the more anxious. He turtles inward and struggles to open up despite his bravado. His mirror realm is his sense of control. And if you are gentle with him it gets him to not turtle as much. It takes a lot of courage for him to even talk to you directly, and it takes him time to fully come out of his shell.

- When he tries to speak properly, it feels like he is choking on his own words. It irritates him how he can’t vocalize his thoughts properly when around you, and he resorts to just writing notes. Pen and paper is much easier for him to convey his thoughts to you. Especially ones he is to scared to say out loud

- On missions he will just hide as much as he can. Maybe provide support if you need. But those times you are in danger are the times he finally escapes from his anxiety with you and takes you out of danger to recover. It is probably the most confident he will be with you. And if the enemy hurt you, he takes great offense to it. That person ruined your perfect visage, albeit temporarily. They will die.

- He never confesses to you directly. That is pushing his boundaries too much. But he will leave a letter by your bed or somewhere you frequent. It’s probably the most honest you will see him be to his own emotions and thoughts.

You laid there in a medical bed, your arm sprained and your body scuffed to no end.

But you got out of the mission alive. Something you could be grateful for. You never spoke much to Illuso. Hell, he seemed to hate you any time he talked to you. It was like you were some roach that couldn’t stop crawling around his mirrors. And yet you tried your best to at least have some form of friendship with him.

In your tired stupor, only barely waking up from a nap you had taken from the pain meds, you found your gaze landing on something. A crumpled, but still neatly folded piece a paper laid by your bed.

“What the… is this a message from Risotto? Did something happen while we were out?”

You muttered to yourself as with your good arm you took the paper. Unfolding it carefully as you read a letter.

This was Illuso’s handwriting. You would know it from anywhere.

“Y/N.

Seeing how that man hurt you, how he so blatantly tarnished a beautiful person like you, someone who shows me undeserved kindness even in my harshest moments, I couldn’t stand it. You didn’t deserve to be hurt like that. And I’m sorry you still got hurt anyways.

To be honest, I like you. A lot. You are beyond beautiful, someone I would have never expected to join the team. No matter where you are you make the place feel alive. You are probably the one person I find tolerable when the world feels terrifying. I kept trying to push you out of my life, and yet you still tried your best to reach out to me. You grounded me in my worst moments. You make me feel safe and cared for even in this cruel business we both engage in.

And I’m scared of what you might think of me. I know I’m not a good person. Im far from someone ideal, I can’t stand people and I am an asshole to put it bluntly. And I’m just your co-worker after all, I don’t know if you have someone else. This confession may be all for nothing.

But would someone like you give a man like me a chance?

-Illuso”

A small sigh came from you as you glanced at a nearby mirror. Illuso sat quietly against the wall in the reflection, shaking slightly. Head rested on his arms as he stared down at the floor. Simply waiting for your response.

Pesci

- Oh this poor boy. He struggles to hide his crush on you and it impacts his work A LOT. He confides in Prosciutto about it, and being told to just “suck it up and deal with it” makes it even more difficult.

- You become a priority to him in anything that involves you, whether to the detriment of the others or not. He tries his best to make you happy and comfortable, but don’t order him around. He will quickly lose that crush and your relationship with him becomes more like his relationship with Prosciutto.

- Millisecond you flirt with him or compliment him he can’t even finish what he was saying or thinking. He is a stuttering mess, and can’t even function right. Full “ERROR 404” mode. When he calms down, he thanks you, but he just struggles to believe what you say to him.

- He covers up his own thoughts to the best of his abilities. It’s more because he doesn’t want to accidentally say something wrong, or push you away unintentionally. Pesci is so damn cautious and hesitant with you and it is very noticeable.

- On missions he is able to keep his composure more. Prosciutto pushes him to focus on the mission so he is able to keep his head in the right place most times. But he panics when you get hurt. He isn’t sure what to do and he beats himself up over it. However he will stay by your side and make sure you stay conscious.

- Pesci can never decide on a time, a place, an actual plan for how he confesses to you, which results in him never fully doing so. He is afraid of losing you even as a friend, and it leads to him getting stuck in his head more. If you like him back, it’s going to be on you to confess.

But no matter how long it takes, he will wait. Because he cares.

Prosciutto

- This man is incredibly subtle in how much he likes you. Honestly you won’t notice any major difference in his personality at ALL, that is how much he is able to cover up his feelings.

- It’s little things he does. Cleaning up messes you were told to clean without you saying a word. Leaving small items of makeup he thought you might like. Maybe hair accessories if you are inclined to those. Those gifts and acts of service make it obvious he likes you, even if he keeps up his usual personality.

- Flirting with him is like flirting with a brick wall at first. He is unphased even if you are so damn pretty. But push enough and he will turn it on you. I do not see him losing his confidence when flirting.

-Such a smooth talker. HOWEVER. If he doesn’t feel like it is the right time, or you are actively pestering him about how much he likes you when he doesn’t have his confession planned out to a tee, expect him to stammer briefly and become extra harsh with you. He will kick you out of his space if need be, because he needs to cool down after.

- When he is on a mission with you, he is gonna try his damndest to not sleep in the same space as you. Separate beds? You both take one. One bed and a couch? He’s taking the couch. No couch or chair? He’s taking the bathtub. Literally just a shower in the bathroom? He will sleep on the goddamn floor. He does not want to invade your space nor impede your comfort. If you invade his space at any point he will just put you back on the bed and go back to minding his own business. When you’re with him, injuries are far from likely, but he will patch you up after.

- His confession is very calculated. Arguable more so than Risotto. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea in the slightest. And it is in private. You can’t avoid the question and he doesn’t want you to. It honestly feels very clinical how much he planned it out. If you did run he wouldn’t know how to feel, and that it what worries him. I see him being more the type to daydream in a sense. It helps him process his plans and thoughts.

It was a day you both were left to sift through paper trying to find the identity of the boss of Passioné.

“Hey. I saw you cleaned up my pile of papers earlier. Are you sure you don’t like me Pros?”

You cooed as Prosciutto let out an exasperated sigh. He couldn’t meet your gaze. Not when you were trying to be cute. Because goddamn it you were and it was getting on his nerves.

“I simply saw a mess and cleaned it. N-nothing more than that.”

Shit. He tripped on his words. You chuckled softly as you set your pile of the documents aside and leaned over his shoulder.

“I heard that little stutter, you like me.”

Prosciutto snapped his file shut as he turned to shoot a glare your way.

“You heard nothing. Now let’s get back to work.”

You shot a small smirk as he masked his embarrassment. Striding back to your side of the room to continue perusing the documents that had been acquired. It was the wrong time. The complete wrong time. It was to be in the evening. At least past five o’ clock, but no later than seven thirty. And definitely not in such a dreary, dusty room. Your elegance deserved a proper place. A park. A restaurant. Somewhere that didn’t feel abandoned and disheveled.

It went as such in his head

“Y/N. Do you have a partner?”

He would ask.

“No, I don’t, why do you ask?”

He hoped you would reply, you were beautiful after all, it wouldn’t be unheard of for you to have a partner with an appearance such as yours.

“Well it may be forward, but I would like to be your partner.”

He would state so boldly, the golden sun perfectly accenting your appearance.

“Of course I would love to Prosciutto!”

He yearned to hear from your lips. Followed by an embrace, and a kiss so loving. It felt foolish for a man like him to daydream such a scenario, but it was the nature of dreams. To get lost within your own mind even when reality told a different story

“Hey Pros, what are you staring at?”

You watched his body jolt as he went from staring at the back of your head to reading through the documents for any evidence. A small laugh came from you as you continued your and of the work.

Later. He could confess later today. He just hoped it went as planned.

Ghiaccio

- This man is so afraid of having a crush on you that he snaps way more frequently around you. But that only worsens his own fear of you hating him.

- But despite that, he tries his best to support you. If you come to him with problems, he will sit and listen. He’s someone you will become closer to naturally if you have the patience for him. He generally labels actions like giving you a sweater as it being the polite thing to do, if anyone else questions him on it they will get their lips frozen shut for a short amount of time.He is fairly good at covering up his emotions towards you otherwise.

- Expect him to insult you if you flirt towards him. He does NOT take compliments well. He also will stutter and rant if you keep pushing it, but he won’t just take you teasing him. In actuality it does stress him out a lot.

- He is a massive stutterer when he isn’t having a complete outburst of anger. He doesn’t get shy, he will stand his ground, and will keep fighting you on any form of teasing. It’s him trying to maintain some form of control over his emotions as he does not like snapping at you especially.

- Do not try anything when out on a mission. He will shut you down and just return your focus back to the task at hand. It is the time where you both are on business, there is no need for any sort of back and forth. The millisecond you get hurt badly, he will rage. He can’t control his emotions in that moment, and even if you needed the target alive, he had enough. Once he finally calms down, he is scolding you for being reckless, but he is grateful that you are okay. He patches you up enough to get you to safety so you can fully heal and rest.

- Ghiaccio is the definition of blunt in terms of confessing. No perfect time, no trying to be gentle, he is going to ask you out when he has the courage to say it. Though he is more insecure about his own spontaneous anger and doesn’t want to hurt you in any way.

You were both sat in his car. Exhausted but content at another job well done.

The engine slowly puttered on as Ghiaccio started tuning the radio to his usual station, gaze clearly exhausted and wanting to head back to the safe house. The AC made the already cold evening even chillier as he had fortunately let you borrow one of his sweaters before leaving. A small, but tired smile teased at your face as he began to drive.

“It’s nice having a calm evening for once.”

Looking at him, he gave a slight nod. His gaze focused on the road ahead of him.

“I still have to thank you for the sweater, though I don’t know why you only loan them to me.”

Ghiaccio sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, the air growing colder.

“Because I can trust you to not destroy them. That is it. N-Nothing more.”

He adjusted his glasses as you felt the air return to normal. It wasn’t hard to tell he was bottling his emotions for now. The pain in his gaze being all the more apparent as you got comfortable in the car.

“Well regardless, thank you Ghia.”

There was a long pause as you looked out the window. The passing lights of street lamps being the only thing keeping you awake. Until you heard him speak.

“Want to go out sometime? As more than friends Y/N?”

You sputtered as you turned to fully face Ghiaccio.

“You heard what I said, you pretty idiot.”

Melone

- Probably the most comfortable in having a crush on you, but more out of fascination for how it affects him. It’s a new feeling for him after all! He needs to completely understand it!

- He’s constantly making quiet comments to himself about how you are affecting him. Whether it’s him noticing how his heart is beating faster, how his face feels warm. It’s simultaneously affectionate and him being, well, him.

-Oh my god flirting with him is like a game to him. He wants to see who gets flustered first, you or him. It’s almost like a challenge to him, and he LOVES it. He points out every little thing that signifies you are getting embarrassed. Yet he never tries to be physical. It’s always verbal teasing and he knows when to stop.

- He doesn’t stutter, he will just silently shrink away and mumble. It’s more out of him calculating how to calm himself

- If you think the teasing war is bad when not on the job, it’s worse during a job. Any minute of private time on the job he is trying to goad you into teasing him back. And he finds it beyond adorable seeing your cute little face get embarrassed, but he is respectful of your space and your boundaries. He will actively stay away from you if you ask for some space, tell him to knock it off and he will. He is eccentric, and likes to mess with you, but he isn’t a freak who would want to make you uncomfortable (Justice for Melone! Star opened my eyes and I want to give a little of my own take on him). On most missions with him he is often in his own place while you are out on the front, but if you get badly injured he will use Baby Face to give you some backup so you can run away. I can see him being the best in La Squadra at treating your wounds, and after you are injured he quiets down his teasing a lot so you can rest.

- By the time he confesses, the group already assumes you are a couple. In your little free time he likes to spend most of his time with you, and you basically aren’t going anywhere without him by you. And he doesn’t plan it out really, he just wants to get it out before it truly starts interrupting his work.

The couch in the main room of the safe house had become a place of comfort for you.

Even with the off lighting, and otherwise less than stellar atmosphere, it was comfortable. And Melone was already sat right beside you, scrolling through forums as he usually did. You had nothing better to do, and thusly just watched him scroll through forums, humming to himself as he eventually noticed you eyeing what he was doing.

“Hmm, can’t take your pretty eyes off of what I’m doing?”

You rolled them calmly as you knew how this went.

“Got nothing else to stare at.”

Melone chuckled to himself as he rested his head on his hand.

“You’re going to give me tachycardia if you keep looking at me like that.“

He paused for a moment as he not so subtly pulled up a note file and mumbled to himself with his eerie smile.

“I’m gonna have to write that down, this is a new one!”

It was an eccentricity of him you got used to since you joined the team. And the team had gotten used to his actions around you. The way he seemed beyond fascinated with you in every moment and every feeling he got when talking with you. And soon the silence returned. His scrolling resumed, before you saw a slight shift in his expression. His lips tightening slightly, eyes slightly more lidded before he turned to you, arm slung over the back of the couch as he spoke.

“Want to try dating Y/N?”

And quickly you heard a collective response from all the members in the room.

“Aren’t you two already dating?!”

Risotto

- Probably the second most comfortable in having a crush on you, but it also weighs on him heavily. Between how dangerous your job is, and how having a partner could put him and the others at risk, he is hesitant to accept his feelings initially

- He remains as stoic as ever, but unlike with the others, it is noticeable how his expression softens when he talks to you. You matter to him, and he won’t let his rather intimidating appearance stop him from trying to make you feel welcome. But deep down he is fighting himself being more clear how he feels with you.

- When you flirt with him, he appears to be unaffected. He can’t allow you to get to him that easily, even with how pretty you are. But the longer you persist, eventually he breaks. He doesn’t stutter, he doesn’t flinch, he makes a point. Usually he does something unintentionally flirty back to you just to shut you up.

- He is also a mutterer. He keeps his voice low as to not grab your attention, but there are times he can’t keep his thoughts in his head and he tries to control himself. If he is holding a pen he will fidget with it when in your presence as it keeps him calm.

- On a mission, he is struggling a lot to keep his calm and calculated behavior around you. He would rather go out and fight than share the quiet space with you. After all, he doesn’t want you to get killed. He can’t bear to lose another member, let alone one he finds himself thinking about a lot. But if you do have to go out and fight (which is rare), he is keeping a close eyes on you the entire time. If he has to use Metallica to close your wounds, then he will.

- His confession is fairly calculated with room for error. It’s what he finds himself thinking about when there is free time. It’s somewhere out of sight of the others, and not in the dilapidated alleys you all became so used to. Minimizing risk is his goal. But the key thing is he would want it to be after the boss is gone.

The gentle sunlight kissed your skin as you and Risotto finally had free time.

Hell, after Giorno took over, you and La Squadra had a short gap in work, but at least you were all paid better for once. But this peace was something calming. And being allowed to see the sunlight gave a feeling of calm that both of you hadn’t felt in ages.

At least for you. Risotto had been plotting this for a long time. He couldn’t help but find himself thinking about you in every longing moment. A hesitant dream of being free from the burden of the boss, of being allowed to live his life. Risotto hadn’t allowed himself to feel for someone in a long time. Not when Diavolo was still alive. Yet here he was now, you beside him, in a peace you could finally rest in.

“It’s over, it’s all over now, isn’t it?”

You questioned as he turned to look at you. Goddamn it you were elegant. How did you even end up in Passioné in the first place? A long sigh came from him as he felt a weight leave his shoulders. It hadn’t been long since Giorno took over, yet that burden he held was now gone.

“It is.”

Silence. The gentle squawking of seagulls overhead in the Naples evening. It was now or never. If you rejected him, then yes he would hurt, but he could finally be at peace. If you accepted him, all the better. But the words in his head that wanted to spill forth with weighing on him for a very long time. Probably ever since you joined. Risotto took off his cap, feeling the breeze against his hair as he sighed.

“Y/N, would you want to try being something more? Not just friends or co-workers?”

{Maodori💚✨}

I am sleepy as fuck while writing this, a lot of stress suddenly vanished so I am tireeeeed lol

I’m thinking of making a comfort smut fic since my mental health is recovering more. More on the longer end but focused on something gentle. So there will be a poll below for that!

ALSO!

I am still open to taking requests while I’m writing this, I find writing smaller requests on the side does help when making longer fics! Those small requests honestly did help get me out of my own head when my mental health was a lot more rough. I also do not mind yapping with y’all while I write lol. (^^)

- Maodori💚✨

[Tags: @theshatteredstar ]

Bruno Bucciarati X Perpetually Tired Reader

A/N: This idea came to me since I thought it was cute. And this would be before Part 5 just so we are clear. Also! Using a custom Stand here for fun! Short and sweet, but I hope you all enjoy!

Name: Sleep Now in the Fire (Named After the song by Rage Against The Machine)

Type: Materialized Phenomena

Range: Medium Range (10m)

Ability:

When Sleep Now in the Fire is activated, it appears as if the sky is raining cinders. If the cinders touch bare skin, the muscles are forced to instantly relax in the area which slowly spread to the rest of the body over the course of two minutes, leaving targets unable to move. It appears similar to Cataplexy (the sudden loss of voluntary muscle control). This effect only lasts until the user dismisses it, the target leaves the range, or the user falls asleep. Once the effect ends, any movements the targets affected by Sleep Now in the Fire wished to do suddenly spring back, causing friction and pain within the body, leading to spontaneous combustion if they wanted to move a lot.

As consequence of this Stand, the user is always tired, or completely unable to sleep properly.

Moments passed by slowly. The blur of people and thoughts always felt muddled most days, yawns leaving your lips with soft hums as the light always seemed to gently warm your eyes. Yesterday alone was tiring. Having to deal with a crowd of gangsters who were harassing the locals. One had been burnt to smithereens by your ability. And for the others, well, your memory was hazy of what had happened. But you knew Mista had done something.

“…Y/N?”

Words fell upon deaf ears as your head rested on your hand. When did this chair become so comfy? When did your head always feel so heavy and the light seeming to vanish without any memory of you closing your eyes? Body further relaxing into the chair and your hand.

“…Y/N.”

Yet again, a voice so distant and faint with warmth like your own inner monologue. Then you felt a hand upon your shoulder nudging you awake. Your eyes snapping open as you drearily looked around. The gang was looking at you, concerned. You were a new recruit to Bucciarati’s team, only barely scraping by through fights. The others had never paid much mind to it prior. How your body seemed to barely stand most days even after a full night of rest. Always yawning and fighting your eye lids closing when you exerted yourself. Stand fights were an exhausting ordeal after all, it was to be expected that you would be tired after those. But this was the first time your problem had been truly noticed. The first time Bruno truly raised concern over your weariness.

“Are you alright Y/N?”

He said with the gentleness of a spring breeze. This was simply a meeting to discuss what to do until your next assignment. A tad boring but free time was a luxury in Passioné. There was almost always something to do. But your sleepy expression was one which brought only worry into his mind. His head slightly tilted as he rested a hand carefully on your shoulder, waiting patiently for a response. Then Fugo chimed in.

“They are clearly exhausted. Did you even get a full nights rest?”

He said, biting back his anger as Narancia and Mista had already gotten on his nerves today. You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you sat up properly.

“I did… this is just a problem I’ve had for a while…”

Mista planted his hands on the table as he spoke rather loudly.

“So you’re just always tired? Like, you can sleep anywhere tired? I wish I could do that!”

Narancia quickly inserted his thoughts as well.

“You could make us all sleep right? With that “Sleep Now in the Fire” right? God I could use a nap. Especially after Fugo’s dumb ass homework!”

A long sigh came from Abbachio as Fugo was about to snap again from the comment. He stood up, and grabbed the two excited boys by the shoulder and forcefully sat them back down.

“Knock it off. You two are being fucking loud, leave them alone.”

You gave a slight side eye to Bruno as he simply flashed a soft smile. You were just getting used to the group dynamic is all. Finally you spoke up.

“It’s not fun being like this Mista. I can barely keep myself awake during the day and most nights I’m tossing in my bed. And my Stand doesn’t make people sleep, it basically gives them temporary paralysis Narancia. Albeit far more deadly, so I’m not gonna just go and use that on my friends.”

A brief pout appeared on Narancia’s face, which quickly garnered a smile from you as you truly faced Bruno. His expression easing more as he pat your shoulder.

“We could all use a day of rest. How about myself and our new recruit go get a few things and we all just have a rest day?”

Abbachio nodded silently in agreement.

“I can get behind that decision.”

Said Fugo flatly.

“I could go for a day inside!”

Chimed in Mista

“Hear hear! I’ve been wanting to relax and eat some snacks!”

Narancia said with enthusiasm. As Bruno’s gaze met yours once again, you simply gave a quiet nod as you sat back up. Looks like you two were heading out.

That shopping session was certainly a new feeling. Before when you went out with Bruno or one of the other members, you simply were treated like any other person. Made to keep up while you kept your eyes peeled as best you could.

But now, Bruno treated you differently. He slowed down his stride to keep pace with you. You never carried any heavy bags, or were made to walk for a long stretch. Bruno simply held full patience with you. And he found himself more focused on you than before.

A perpetual dreamer. While not intentional, you always had your head in the clouds. A sort of naïveté he would have never expected to join Passioné. But he remembered the first fight you participated in. Your control over your Stand. How you looked at those who fell victim with a form of sorrow. Or was it mercy? Thank god he could use Sticky Fingers to stop the spread of that paralysis you put people under, but he found that gentleness in your Stand fascinating. It reflected you. Your own gentleness. No, rather to see people stop fighting. Your own dream made manifest.

And for a moment, he paused. A dreamer’s Stand. One which wished for the misery to end. Maybe you would be of help for his own dream.

Then he watched as you stumbled over a cobblestone. His body moving instinctually to catch you as he felt a touch of cinder upon one of his fingers. Unzipping it quickly as he felt your limp weight upon him.

“Careful there Y/N. We’re almost back.”

He felt his emotions flicker for a moment as you looked up at him with that same soft smile he showed to you earlier.

“I’m alright. Thank you for the catch there Bucciarati.”

The two of you simply walked in silence the rest of the way. A strange tension in the air as you both opened the door to Libechio. Back to the noise. Narancia waiting excited, Mista feeding Sex Pistols, Fugo trying to get Narancia to concentrate on homework, and finally Abbachio sat in his usual spread, headphones in as he was in his head once again.

Fugo was first to notice your return.

“Welcome back Y/N, Bucciarati.”

Narancia perked up at the words. A momentary escape from the work.

“Bucciarati! Welcome back! And you too Y/N!”

And it continued. It felt like home. Clear as day, even on your weary face, Bruno could see you were happy to be back. Happy to be awake in this moment, and not simply dreaming in your own mind. He found himself lost in thought before you spoke to him.

“Shall we get the rest day started Bucciarati?”

He blinked his sky blue eyes a few moments, looking lost before he placed a hand on your shoulder. His unzipped finger soon being put back in place as you called off your Stand earlier.

“Of course…”

He leaned down so nobody could audibly hear but you.

“And please, call me Bruno.”

{Maodori💚✨}

Idk if you accept anons, but would really like to be 🪷🪽! ♡♡♡

Hii! And yes I absolutely accept anons! So welcome 🪷🪽!

I have a lot of random hobbies other than writing funnily enough! Music, Digital Art, and playing Video Games are my three main ones (I am a vocalist/pianist and I went to college for Video Game Music).

But hobbies I don’t talk about as much (but still love a lot!) are Cosplay and Crochet! I actually use my crochet to make pieces for my cosplays when I don’t have access to a sewing machine! I have a plush of Tusk and King Crimson since I made those two for cosplays, and I’m thinking of making either Moody Blues or Killer Queen next just for fun.

I’m also a little bit of a car geek. Initial D got me confident in my driving when I was learning and I like going to car shows when I can. Absolute dream cars of mine are the 70’ Plymouth Hemi Barraccuda or a 90’s Dodge Challenger. Absolutely beautiful muscle cars.

Artists for artwork it’s hard to pick because I like a lot of different styles of art, but I’m a sucker for Persona’s lead artist Shigenori Soejima. Otherwise definitely Hirohiko Araki. Both are very distinct and beautiful in their own ways!

For music Artists I am a big Rage Against The Machine fan, Evanescence, Dragon Force, and Metallica.

Hi there anon!

I’m thankfully starting to recover from the grief. Some days are harder than others, especially with my Depression spiking back. Some days it’s hard to get myself to do things I love. But after spending time with my friends and my family, I’m feeling better than I was.

I’m gonna be seeing The Backrooms with my friends tomorrow, so I’m looking forward to that at least! I’m ngl I might make a silly headcannon thing of random JJBA characters getting stuck in the Backrooms

Lawyer!Dio Brando X Prosecutor!FemReader (Pt.2)

A/N: Getting a little more into the romance part of this! Was very fun to write, and I had the idea pop into my head. I’m gonna finish up the short fic with Bruno when I can lol.

Why did your boss have to hire him. Him of all people?!

Albeit he was acting as your Paralegal for this case, he couldn’t keep his obnoxious mouth shut. These past two weeks had been driving you crazy being forced to share the same space as Dio. How his attitude grated on your already thin sanity, and made you beg to have one day where you didn’t have to sit here and listen to his boasting. You both had work to do. And you knew this drug lord would try his damndest to weasel his way out of the trial.

“Do you have any evidence on this “Diavolo” guy besides the one police report?”

He bemoaned as he thumbed through a book. Your eyes glued to the bright screen in front of you with hands flying across the keys. In your exhaustion you replied through gritted teeth.

“This is the umpteenth time I’ve told you. Aside from the police report upon his capture, his assassin team ratted him out and are the ones pursuing this case.“

Dio just smiled his cruel grin as he snapped the book shut.

“I know. But it’s fun seeing you get annoyed, little rat.”

Palming your face, your expression said it all as you replied.

“Ha ha, very funny lory shoulders. Just help me with getting these sections researched so I can properly format the case.”

His eye twitched in response, the smug attitude souring with your comment. He watched your hand slide over some notes with sections listed for him to dig through. Your neatly kept nails lingered on the paper for a moment before pulling away elegantly. Such a thorn in his side, but one such thorn worth keeping around. You were entertaining. You challenged him, and you didn’t take crap from him. It had him reminiscing on a day back in law school with you.

It had been a grueling day. The teachers boring as sin, voices nearly lulling him to sleep. Only you were keeping him awake. God he hated how you talked with such vast false knowledge each time you answered an easy question, though he would be throwing stones in a glass house if he said that. He simply resorted to counting the number of pencils you had brought that day. Categorizing which ones he had seen you use, which ones were new, and ones which he knew you didn’t touch. He didn’t know how long he had been so focused on you of all people. It really was a pathetic thing.

“…Mr. Brando.”

Dio had long zoned out from his exuberant boredom. The voice of the teacher going in one ear and out the other. His mind drifted to trying to recount when he had formed this rivalry with you. How you both loathed to be in the same space as one another, yet kept gravitating to each other’s space. It was like you couldn’t stop pestering him, an insect hovering in his space, and he could stop finding you in places he went to. Always appalled and disgusted each time you met each other’s gaze.

“Mr. Brando.”

He watched every day as you actively avoided glancing his direction. How you defied admiring him, fought him tooth and nail in every mock trial, and it had his thoughts wandering to ones he did not even want to dwell on so much. The thought of hearing his name leave your lips without vitriol made his mind run wild. Seeing you cave and look at him with the kind, doe-like eyes you showed for his adoptive brother. To finally see that smile you showed others turn his way rather than the perpetual irritation you constantly gave him. God and seeing Jonathan talk to you like an old friend made his blood boil, he wanted to rip you away from him. These daydreams of his would leave his swarm of people baffled to no end. Especially Vanilla Ice. His good friend had always shot dirty looks your way while hanging around him after class, and you returned them ten-fold.

“Dio Brando!”

The teacher finally pierced through the fog as Dio looked towards the front of the class. The lecture halted as the teacher pinched his nose.

“Thank you. Can you answer this question for me?…”

“Dio. Do you have the work I need done yet?”

His head snapped from his notes as you continued to work on the case. Your ever prickly tone never ceasing to gain his attention. Honeycomb eyes glancing over at the time. It was long past when you two were supposed to be working. Exhaustion laying heavy on your gaze as he spoke bluntly.

“Of course I do. Who do you take me for?”

He slid the notes back over to you as you continued to work. Such a long case you had put together. But it was expected as one of the top students. You were always so thorough in your work that almost nobody could crack your arguments. Only he could. It gave Dio a sense of pride. If he was on the other side of the courtroom, you certainly would have failed. It was because of him this case wouldn’t fail. He wouldn’t allow some third-rate lawyer with a fourth-rate defence win a case against you. It was only himself who could be allowed to revel in victory over you. A small hum left his lips as Dio leaned over your desk. Your reply to his rhetorical question hanging in the air.

“A fox who yaps nonsense from his mouth half the time.”

Oddly, Dio found that term amusing. Hell he took it as a compliment. Foxes were cunning creatures. They were smart and resourceful. But you both deserved a break from such tedious work. By now he would have been home sipping wine with his friends and allowing himself to relax. Yet he was being held here by you. You of all people. God he couldn’t decide if he hated being stuck here with you, or if your irritation was worth it. However, if you were beyond tired, there was no fun to be had. A small tut left his lips as he spoke.

“Why thank you. I pride myself on my lies. But our lovely little project isn’t going to be as clear-cut if you are fighting the time. Let’s clock out, and finish this tomorrow.”

Dio talking sense. It felt like such a contradiction it made you nauseous as you grumbled under your breath in retort.

“Just a few more pages. Then I’ll let you go run off with whatever lady of the night you wish to play with you absolute bed-hopper. You are stuck here with me until I say we are done.”

Now that. That was an insult. Sure, he fooled around, but he had standards. He couldn’t even bear the thought of being seen with an unsightly woman. Much less some random broad from the street. He was “Dio Brando, Lawyer of Manipulation”! If you so much as breathed the wrong away you were going to go through hell and back trying to get him to fight for your case. Lord have mercy on those he hated, he brought such brutal karmic justice to the unscrupulous that they would beg to be sentenced to any fate other than “Not Guilty”! There was a reputation around him, and he wouldn’t let it be tainted by him even turning to a red-light district for some mild entertainment. Dio clenched his fist, staring daggers into the back of your skull. Just waiting. Patiently observing for when you hit save. As your hands grazed the Save command, he hit the power button on your PC once it was finished. Before you can even respond, he spoke.

“We are leaving. Now.”

Like his words were final. An absolute command. The fading sunlight growing ever dimmer as you stood up with a groan. A smile crept up on the blonde’s visage as he looked down at you. Obedient for one moment.

“Good. Now, we will meet for coffee in the morning.”

You put your hand up as you replied.

“No. I’m meeting with the client in the morning at a café. He had some additional charges he wanted to levy, and got evidence.”

Dio’s eye twitched. This was the first time you were properly meeting this supposed “Head of the Assassin Team”. All of your communications had been either emails or calls. What couldn’t be said in an email?! And it was interrupting his important time. But he was in no position right now to argue. Not yet at least. And he had even more questions about this guy, namely how he and his co-workers had yet to face charges. Maybe it was a deal with the police, maybe them throwing the boss under was to avoid some felony charges. Regardless, Dio couldn’t just drag you elsewhere. He got this job at your office for a reason. He wanted to make opportunities. To weed out the weak. And he simply needed to bide his time. One day missed sharing coffee with his favorite little rat wouldn’t hurt, but he questioned why he was calling you “favorite” of all things.

Such ideas could be left for another time. Or so he hoped.

The next morning was quiet. A soft yellow light blanketing the world, the smell of coffee and old books put you at ease. This was truly a nice cafe your client had picked. And with the street just outside the front door, you didn’t feel uneasy. Albeit a tad drowsy from waking up not even an hour ago.

You sat with a pastry and a cup you had ordered for yourself, the table feeling vacant as you arrived early. Before your scheduled meeting. It felt a little absurd that you were helping an assassin. A man who kills for profit. But to your knowledge, this boss of theirs you were helping take down was far worse. Someone who had been poisoning the city for years. Who had silently ruled the underworld before he got booked by this client. A long sigh left your mouth as you heard the front bell ring, the sounds of loafers on the hardwood floor catching your attention as you soon felt the pressure. In any other situation you would have guessed it was Dio Brando. The radiating ego of his always commanding attention from the room. But this was far different. Far more intense.

Then you saw him. His hair whiter than the moon, red eyes surrounded by sclera darker than ink. He dressed formally, a dress shirt and tie, with black slacks and a jacket. A bag slung calmly over his shoulder. Very clean and precise, and otherwise his calm demeanor would have eased your worries, but it was obvious this man was deadly. The cold expression he held soon softened as he spoke. Taking the seat in front of you with no hesitation. His tone polite.

“So you must be Y/N L/N.”

He offered a hand calmly as he waited for a reply.

“Correct. You must be R. Nero. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

You reached your hand out to meet his. The calloused grip being firm as he shook your hand and sat down calmly. Although you didn’t know it yet, but someone familiar had found his way here. Like gravity had pulled him in.

The slight dust glimmered with the light as he continued.

“Just call me Risotto. It is easier that way. Thank you for meeting me out here.”

He took a file from out of his bag. Sliding it over to you as he made himself comfortable. His gaze seemingly sizing you up as he continued.

“That file should have everything needed to get more charges on him. Some of it may be a little… hard to read to say the least.”

You nodded to Risotto as you took the file and placed it in your own bag. Then a question popped into your mind.

“Thank you. But, I do need to ask, Risotto. Why did you want to meet in person? I’m mostly curious is all.”

A small smile appeared on his face.

“So I could thank you in person. For all of what you have done.”

There was a small pause as he then turned to the main building. He felt someone was watching him, had someone tailed him? He was certain that he and his men had dealt with the Boss’s guard, but his wariness remained. Sliding a small business card to you as he took the cup of black coffee from the server. The signature was elegant, and it had a label you didn’t expect.

“Private Investigator”

As he watched you take the business card he finally spoke.

“I’m grateful me and my men were given a chance at redemption. And with your help we can finally be free of him. Please give me a call if you need anything, or if you just want to chat. And thank you, Y/N. I have faith that you can bring him to justice…”

Dio simply watched from the sidelines, your conversation continuing on. How calm you became in the presence of this killer. This man who came from the streets, and now made a one-eighty on his life. The way he talked with you like you were a good friend. His kindness. While he couldn’t put it in proper words, Dio was feeling a jealousy he had only felt with his adoptive brother. It should be him sitting across from you talking, not that Risotto bastard! How could you be so calm with everyone except him? To be so demure and gentle, then the second you turned his way it was all hiss and spit. What would it take for you to not look like you wanted to rip his tongue out? To fall for his little lies and give in? God he loathed how you couldn’t leave his head. But it was a challenge. Of all the hurdles he’s had to climb, he found that you were by far the second largest peak of his ever growing mountain of power hungry thoughts. If he could just conquer you, then he could take down Jonathan and the damned Joestars.

If he could just have you, he would be unstoppable.

Even working with you he could tell you both made an incredible duo. Your sharp logic and decisive blows to others arguments made for such a deadly combo with his manipulation and misdirection.

Maybe, just maybe, once this case was all said and done, he could finally crack that wall you built up against him.

The day of the trial came and went.

Truly the defense attorney had nothing to begin breaking your solid arguments. The pink haired man looked ragged and terrified for his own life as your words ripped him asunder. And while Dio wouldn’t admit it as he sat beside you, it was beautiful watching you ruthlessly maim the man’s flimsy defense. It seemed that bastard that made him come to terms with his own feelings for you had given you some lovely information.

Diavolo had several children in his ring. And one specifically on his drug team. Not kidnapped, rather working for him. Hell with the capture and subsequent Guilty verdict of Massimo Volpe, his whole organization was crumbling. And today was the death knell.

“This man murdered countless of his own men to hide his identity. He killed several other criminal families to secure his foothold in our city. He poisoned the people with drugs, and inadvertently caused several horrific incidents due to his drug ring. And on top of that, he hired children into his organization. Taking advantage of those in need of help to further his own goals. Thus if you have any care for this city, you will judge this man as Guilty. I rest my case.”

Mutters. And the jury left to adjourn. You sat with Dio as you sipped your water. His gaze never leave your gentle appearance as he ran a hand through his blonde hair.

“There is no way in hell that man is going to see the light of day again, little rat. I hope you know that.”

It garnered a soft scoff from you as you met his gaze.

“I am well aware of that, fox. It’s our duty to bring justice to the truly evil.”

His smirk soon appeared as he added.

“Oh so I’m not evil Y/N? If so I’d say we make a fantastic pair.”

You rolled your eyes as you fixed your papers.

“Bin it Dio. You know damn well I’m not working with you after this.”

Dio simply smiled as he tipped your chin.

“Don’t be so hasty to say that.”

The way he looked at you truly was like a fox hunting. He couldn’t get enough of your reactions, how you kept fighting him when you knew better. He didn’t notice, but a small blush appeared on your face. It had to just be how he was forcing you to remain close to him. It had to! And Dio’s attention soon diverted to the cuffed drug lord. His eyes sharpening as he watched the man cower. Gaze darting everywhere in anticipation of something. Well, facing a life sentence with a possible death penalty would scare a man. Especially a dangerous one like him.

And then the jury returned.

“We have determined, that the defendant is Guilty on all charges.”

The defense lawyer hit his head on the table as Diavolo froze. And finally the Judge spoke.

“Mr. Diavolo. I sentence you to life in Prison, with no chance for an appeal.”

Diavolo panicked as the bailiffs came to escort him. His legs charging towards an open door as Dio ran and caught him by the arm. It was a good thing he had done Rugby for long enough. He knew how to take down a man. Restraining him long enough for Diavolo to get taken away as he repeatedly yelled.

“No! No no no! I don’t want to die again! Not in this way!”

He clawed at the floor one final time as Dio sighed. You simply sat and watched as it all went down. That man clearly had something wrong with him. But at least you could go home. This trial was so long and you just wanted to rest.

You sat in your car. Finally feeling yourself relax as you turned on your music. Something you could be proud of. A major case you won. It was an elation you wanted to experience. But of course Dio couldn’t leave you alone for long. He tapped on the window of your car, smug expression still remaining as he watched you roll down the window. Your calm smile turning to slight annoyance.

“What is it Dio? Came to brag on how your work got him booked?”

He shook his head as he spoke.

“While I would love to, it was your work too. How about you and I go get a drink together. To celebrate.”

This was his plan. His plan to begin to tear down your walls. All he needed you to do was say yes. Your gaze breaking his as you looked at your radio for a moment.

“Fine. One drink. That’s all.”

{Maodori💚✨}

You brought up some points that really surprised me, like the fact that Diavolo is quite an emotional character or the fact that Pucci is definitely the more emotionally in sync of the bunch 💚💚

Mhm! It was an incredibly fun prompt to write (^^ )

Ima yap a lil bit so do bear with me…

I honestly am surprised to see a lot of fics not really use how emotional Diavolo is. He’s cruel and calculated yes, but he is so intense in his feelings I can very much see him being the type where those emotions carry over into his personal relationships and how he pursues them. We even see this overwhelming emotion a bit with Doppio in some scenes! We also see his emotions override his better judgement and lead to him being aggressive and rash. So I generally see him being very outward with his feelings with his partner, for better and for worse.

And Pucci I don’t see being cold in the slightest with someone he truly cares about (Big emphasis on the truly. He can fake care for people he wants to use and that is the key). As him being a member of the clergy, he does experience a variety of emotions from people and knows how those emotions affect people. His cold nature towards those feelings are specifically because he is using them to forward his plan to achieve Heaven. But with someone he truly holds dear, he can allow himself to be vulnerable with only them. It’s why fights wouldn’t happen often, especially with how amicable he can be.

I really like exploring villains in JJBA in different lights, they are just fascinating to pick apart in so many different scenarios! I wouldn’t mind getting more requests for them you got lol.

I was thinking, we know that most if not all of the Jofoes are too prideful for their own good 🙄 but what would it take for them to apologize? Like how bad would it have to be for them to say sorry to their s/o??

:) 💚💚

Hey! Thank you for the ask 💚💚!

God this is an interesting thought, especially to come back to after the break I needed. I’ll even add on top of it a ranking as well! Writing this did help take my mind off of my emotions currently.

JoFoes and Apologies

A/N: This will be ranking from Least to Most in terms of effort to get an apology from. Gender Neutral insert (^^ )

Enrico Pucci

- It doesn’t take much to make him apologize to you. Hell, it takes a good amount for him to even get to a point where he is angry with his S/O.

- Sometimes you will need to ask once you both have cooled down. But most of the time you don’t even need to do that. In his eyes, you are part of his destiny, and breaking that gives him guilt like no other.

- If you step out of the room to calm down, he allows it. He has patience. Pucci will give you about thirty minutes to an hour. You will hear a knock at the door or on the frame of the room, being White Snake. Pucci will struggle to face you directly, so this is how he usually apologizes.

- He and/or White Snake will just straight up give you a hug once he feels it is the right time to apologize. It’s all very calculated and careful, but probably the most genuine you will see him.

Fights with Pucci were always ones so verbose and exhausting.

It was never insults thrown at each other, it was like loud debates and selfish tones. Today was just another rough day. A day where you both were annoyed, and tired, and simply snapped. You had stormed out of the room, head full of thoughts bubbling like magma, and your Stand reflected that most as it stared daggers at Pucci before following behind you.

It broke his heart to see what he did. Hands flinching from where they rested, slowly moving reverently to his lap as he processed that gaze. That ferocity. It wasn’t the murderous gaze of divinity which his Lord DIO had more than shown him long ago. This was his fate, his destined person walking away. A long sigh leaving his lips as he held his hands to his head. Softly muttering to himself.

“Just gotta give Y/N some time.”

Staring at the ground. The clock felt as if it ticked by slowly for Pucci. Each small sound felt like an angel’s silent judgement on his soul for turning his back on the one he held dear. He had other people lash out at him. In his time working at the prison he had sins confessed that could never be redeemed in the eyes of God. He’s heard so many people furious with him, yet you were the only one that ever reached his mercy. The only person that made him realize his fate was to be shared with another.

And he just broke that.

You sat in a small study. Head rested in your hands as you felt the wave of anger soften down into a sadness. Your Stand sat beside you, gently patting your back, hell you got used to the absurd feeling of your own soul comforting you. It had been that way even before you met Pucci. Your eyes feeling heavy as you heard a small tap against the ornate frame of the room. Then a small hum. A pause. And then your Stand felt it first. Embrace. It wasn’t forceful, it was more hesitant if anything. But you knew who it was. White Snake. The warmth calming you down before you saw Pucci knock, and pause. His gaze so determined now struggling to even meet yours. Then you heard it leave his lips.

“I’m… sorry, Y/N.”

His embrace was reverent, and waiting for any form of repulsion or anger to spout. Then he felt your arms around him. No words needed to be said, and he finally felt his guilt leave.

Kira Yoshikage

- If he hurt your feelings or hurt you, he is very cold. He’s gotten used to the crying from victims that it takes some time for him to get out of that headspace and remember that you are his S/O. He doesn’t want you afraid of him, and the minute he realizes he scared you he gets nervous himself.

- It never lasts more than a day. Having you angry or sad really messes up his routine, and puts his quiet life at risk. He never faces you directly when it comes to his apology. You won’t hear the words “I’m Sorry” leave his mouth, but you can always tell he sorry is by what he gifts you afterwards.

- Once he comes home from work, he usually leaves a small gift on the table. Your favorite sweets/snacks, a trinket he found, something along those lines. But the minute he sees you, Killer Queen is immediate quick to show how much he is sorry.

- Killer Queen will always appear around you, pulling you into a tighter hug no matter what you are doing, before rubbing its face against you. Kira himself never directly says the words, nor does he appear to show remorse, but from the way he stares off and bites his nails, you can tell it is eating him up inside until you say that you accept his apology.

You two rarely fought over things. Kira almost never even did anything directly to garner such vitriol.

You had fought with him nonetheless that morning. You never truly knew what went on inside his head, but the fear you felt in that moment he grabbed your wrist, his hand clenching like he was threatening to break it had you terrified. It was one thing you had gotten used to. His sense of control, his rather bizarre “habit”. And now you stood in the kitchen in silence. A wave of fear washing over you as you cooked dinner for the two of you in silence.

Kira sighed to himself as he sat in his car. His thoughts trailed to that morning. Feeling the anger bubble up again for a brief moment.

“God why did Y/N push my buttons like that… I shouldn’t allow these things bother me…”

Then his thoughts flashed to your expression that morning. The fear in your eyes, the way you pulled away from him. If it were any other person, he wouldn’t care in the slightest. But it was you. You weren’t one of his targets. You mattered more than them!

“Wait. Why am I thinking about Y/N like they are one of my “girlfriends”? They aren’t one of them, they are my partner! Shit. I need to fix this before this becomes a problem.”

You heard the lock click as your body flinched. Blood running cold as you hear the footsteps of Kira walk in. Silence sat in the air longer than it should have. And then you hear it. A small tap on the table, before a sudden embrace from behind you as you finished plating everything. Kira normally wasn’t this affectionate with you. You turned your head to see the familiar feline like eyes of Killer Queen, its head nuzzling your shoulder like a cat wanting affection. It garnered a small chuckle from you before you looked over at the table.

A box of sweets. And Kira couldn’t even look you in the eyes as his Stand was saying all that needed to be said. His cold killer eyes stared off to the side as he seated himself. Occasionally biting at his nails as he simply waited. Hearing you approach the table as you sat beside him. He didn’t have it out to get you, but his regret in his lapse of judgement made him wary. Killer Queen was still being overly affectionate with you as you lightly peck Kira’s cheek.

“Apology accepted.”

And in that moment, he eased.

Kars

- Now hear me out on this one. While he does have his pride in being the Ultimate Being, in a relationship he would see you as being mostly equal to him. There is no way in hell he is going to let an argument ruin your relationship. He would never see anyone else as deserving of you.

- He is very analytical with his S/O’s feelings. It’s not going to be an immediate apology, he going to watch you for a little while just to see how much he hurt you if he even hurt you at all. If things go back to normal within a day or two, then he won’t do anything. But if it takes any longer? Then he mentally goes to how to fix it. The minute you ignore him for so long he gets starved for your attention.

- Empathy was something he had to learn when it came to having a partner, so he is still learning when it comes to those more intimate feelings. Kars tries at least every form of affection once before he finds what you enjoy, so his apology is similar to that.

- First he leaves gifts around, then he attends to your chores, then he tries to spend more time around you, and finally he is physical and tells you he is sorry. He will say sorry regardless, but he wants to puzzle together how to mend your relationship after you two fight.

- Kars is anything but subtle in his apology. The effort he makes is what matters most, and he values you more than anything else in the world. If he lost you as his partner over a fight he might tear the world apart.

It had been a few days since you and Kars had argued.

You can’t remember why, or how your fight even started, but you couldn’t stand to look at him directly. His distance the first two days didn’t help either. How could you even bear to be with him if he wasn’t going to care?

Boy were you wrong.

Every day you occupied yourself, Kars was always silently watching. Your slight change in facial expression. The way your body tensed in displeasure when you saw him. How your eyes seemed focused on anywhere but him when he observed you. You were still angry with him. Still dwelling on something so insignificant.

But he needed to ensure you could look him in the eyes again. He missed your presence whether he would admit it or not.

It started small. New boxes of jewelry being set amongst your ever growing collection. A trinket you had eyes the other day. Kars didn’t even try to hide the fact he was laying these gifts before you with reverence.

Then it got harder to ignore. He had taken up tidying the room you shared. And he continued to hover in your space no matter what you were up to. Kars asked questions about what you were up to even if he didn’t get a response. But then he had enough of you trying to avoid him.

He huffed as he pulled you into a hug, leaving no room for you to escape. His attention fully focused on you as he spoke. How such a pitiful argument could have you evade him made him frustrated, but now you had nowhere to run as he spoke rather bluntly.

“I’m sorry dear. Now will you please look at me?”

The moment you turned to face him, finally understanding how truly sorry he was, you watched his usual smile appear on his lips.

Diavolo/Doppio

- Another case of being so used to hurting others that it barely phases him. If Diavolo yells at you, or harms you in any way, it takes a lot to get him to break and apologize to your face, usually Doppio apologizes on his behalf. But if Doppio made you upset he is very quick to apologize.

- Getting Diavolo to apologize really takes you actively avoiding him and him seeing how miserable you are because of him. I don’t see him as the kind of man who would be completely apathetic, rather the opposite. He is an incredibly emotional man, we see that in the anime (albeit more his rage), and I imagine when he cares for his partner it is very deep. But he often pushes aside his emotions because of being the boss of Passioné and needing that cruel behavior to keep so many people in check. So it takes him some time before he allows himself to be vulnerable and realize his mistake.

- King Crimson on the other hand is more active when he’s processing everything. He’s constantly looking for a future where you leave him, and it only furthers Diavolo’s anxiety. But when he isn’t looking into the future, King Crimson is more silently looming around you when it can, trying to find an opportunity to comfort you.

-When Diavolo is ready to apologize, he breaks. He’s a sobbing mess who can’t bear it anymore as he can’t stand you avoiding him. He cant stand the anxiety of you possibly leaving him that makes his emotions overwhelmed. It’s that vulnerability he is allowing himself to feel in the moment that it feels overwhelming.

You sat in the silence of the guest room. Walls feeling cramped and daunting.

The bruise on your neck still being visible from that day, you don’t fully remember why you two had argued in the first place, but Diavolo had snapped. It took him a second to even remember you weren’t out to get him, and he had stormed off without a word. Only an apology from Doppio eased your emotions, but you still felt hurt, you loved them both and to have one threaten to kill you was a feeling which made you cry most nights. You stayed in this guest room more for your own safety if anything.

And Diavolo had noticed.

He didn’t think much of it. If you wished to stay alone then fine. But it simmered. That part of him who was scared of you abandoning him. To suddenly have the safe house feel so lonely. His hands clenching at the mere thought of it. And now, he heard you crying again. The guest room wasn’t far from his office. Sounds of quiet gentle tears mixed with the slight sob made him stare at the white screen before him. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that. Sure he was angry at the time, and he loses himself in his anger, but he was scared. And that shouldn’t have landed on you of all people.

The little voice in the back of his head, anxious that you would vanish suddenly had himself holding his head in his hands as Epitaph started showing him the future, Was this when you finally had enough of him? A cruel man like himself who would kill to keep his identity a secret? Who had put his trust in you, yet he broke said trust? God it weighed on him like no other as he kept searching for what felt like hours. As he tensed again, he looked back at the screen. He could check on you later, but work needed to be done.

As tears began to stain the fabric of your clothes, attempting to stifle your emotions, you felt a very hesitant tap from King Crimson. It didn’t say anything, hell it looked more afraid, but it seemed to be trying to offer any support. It sat down beside you, gently holding your hand as it looked ashamed. The mark on your neck. It’s master’s fault. But you still continued to cry. You hated how it looked. The way the off colors stained your skin in a form of mockery. Then you felt time jump. And Diavolo was holding your hand tight.

His gaze full of regret. Misery staining his lips. It was a look he would never show to anyone but you. And you felt it in your bones. The way he gently touched the bruise he made on your neck, where he had grabbed you a while ago in the heat of his fury. He shattered in that moment. A broken man breaking even further as he looked at your fearful, teary expression.

“I’m sorry…”

And he collapsed into you. Pulling you into an overwhelming hug as he continued

“I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry amore mio… don’t leave me… I’m sorry…”

Your gaze softened. Still puffy with your own tears.

“I’m not going anywhere, Diavolo.”

His breath stopped for a moment, before sighing as he eased.

Dio Brando

- It is impossible to get a straight apology out of this man. He flat out does not apologize unless it is for the betterment of his own plan/standing. His empathy is nonexistent and he will just ignore what grief you are having with him.

- Honestly if you start having problems with him then he might just ignore you until you apologize. He sees his actions as the end all be all, which leads to him being very controlling and manipulative. You cannot break this man. He will have a mental hold on you and knows how to keep you around him no matter how many times you try and leave.

- The World on the other hand will be more gentle with you compared to its user. It will just randomly hug you after you and Dio have an argument, as its own way of apologizing for Dio’s actions. That is the most you will get in terms of an apology.

- Dio just will not apologize, I am sorry to say. He is going to keep you around for a reason, and even if he does love you it isn’t going to happen. He will cry crocodile tears and play at your heartstrings just so you don’t leave, and he will make you apologize even if it was his fault.

You were borderline sick of Dio and his shenanigans.

The way he talked to you like you were an imbecile, how he left you alone most days to wander the mansion in boredom. You wanted to leave but you knew he would just be after you the next night to drag you back. And now he just fought with you over something so seemingly pathetic as your sleep schedule. You were up more in the day. You spent your time with his closest servants. They were better friends than he ever was. And that made him jealous. He wanted you to switch to his schedule, and that was going to be nigh impossible. How the hell were you supposed to do any shopping you needed at such an ungodly hour?!

You sat in your shared bedroom. Arms crossed firmly on your chest as you sighed and stared off into the evening. Dio simply sat in his chair as he usually did. Book within his hand as didn’t comment on your pouting. You were getting ready to sleep. He had granted you one last night of your usual rest before changing to his schedule.

Then you felt a warm hug around you. A feeling you never felt from the icy vampire. But rather it was The World. It stared at you calmly, albeit a tad awkward as it glanced at its user. However it was trying it’s best to make you feel at peace. Even if its user wouldn’t apologize to you, it could at least comfort you in this time.

Your hand gently rested on one of its arms as you sighed. It really was a stupid argument. One you don’t want to agree to. But you might as well make Dio stop avoiding you as he turned another page nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry, Dio.”

He looked up from his book as a smile curled up on his lips.

“Good. It was getting boring waiting for you to apologize.”

{Maodori💚✨}