#brupros

Brupros... as exes........!!!!!!!

I saw a post the other day that made me unlock a new ship, and when I say unlock, it is VISCERAL.. I felt it I swear. We focus on bruabba too much and forget the potential of brupros. Specifically them broken up hehehe. This will be reoccurring I can promise you that much. anyways!!!

Bruno and Prosciutto met when they were young teenagers (~14-15) in Passione, being paired up for grunt missions and such for a while. They grew closer and began to date. Very awesome power couple for a few years until Pros got distant. Bruno found out he was cheating with a guy named Risotto, and planned on leaving Bruno to go be an assassin for him. This led to a big fight n they broke up ((but they were never bitter exes.. more so sad and longing)) :[

So Bruno goes on to start his gang, we're in the GW timeline now. On the train chilling in the Coco jumbo when Greatful Dead's abilities start affecting the gang. Bruno realizes what's happening immediately. Being on opposite sides and forced to fight his old lover, one that he hasn’t even gotten over ((despite being with Abbacchio now)) has him.. torn. Both feel horribly awkward and unsure how to feel and uhhhhh yeah i’ll let you take the reins!!

(the post btw :p https://www.tumblr.com/yokiteryokiter/723912663754784768/brupro-exes-and-leone-giving-them-a-sideeye?source=share)

— 🫟 anon

You guys pair the most unique characters together and I love it!! I hope you enjoy!!!

The train hums beneath their feet, metal wheels screaming softly against the rails. The air is already heavy, warm in a way that makes Bruno’s collar stick to his throat. He knows this feeling. He’s felt it before. It hits him like a memory rather than a realization: Grateful Dead. And if that’s here… then so is he.

Abbacchio’s voice is distant, muffled through the static buzz of panic. Mista’s shouting, Narancia’s coughing, and the temperature keeps climbing, climbing. But Bruno can’t hear it anymore. His heartbeat drowns everything out. Because that laugh, that quiet, bitter, oh-so-familiar laugh, echoes from down the corridor.

“Still good at keeping calm under pressure, aren’t you, Bruno?”

The voice is older, colder, but it still makes Bruno’s stomach twist. He turns and there he is. Prosciutto. Immaculate, composed, eyes glinting like sun off glass, and the softest trace of regret hiding beneath all that restraint. They stand there, separated by ten paces and too much history. The years fall away all at once.

Bruno wants to be angry. He should be angry, after all, this man left him, betrayed him, cheated on him. But anger melts into something softer the moment their eyes meet. It’s not forgiveness, not yet. Just… ache.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” Bruno says quietly. “You shouldn’t have stayed,” Prosciutto replies.

Prosciutto steps forward, and for a moment, the heat from Grateful Dead feels less like Stand energy and more like the ghost of a summer they once shared, warm sand, sunburned skin, fingers brushing over espresso cups, promises whispered between missions.

But this isn’t then.

Bruno’s hand trembles over a zipper. He doesn’t summon Sticky Fingers yet. He can’t. Not when Prosciutto’s looking at him like that, like he’s sorry, like he’d take it back if he could, like he’d rather melt right here than draw his gun.

“You’ve changed,” Bruno murmurs. “You haven’t,” Prosciutto says, smiling faintly. “That’s what kills me.” The train lurches. Someone shouts from the next car, Abbacchio, likely. Bruno forces himself to move, his heart tugging in two directions: duty and desire, present and past.

Prosciutto tilts his head. “Still protecting strays?” he asks. “Or is that just what you do when you don’t know how to protect yourself?” It cuts deeper than any Stand. Bruno exhales through his nose, zipper finally snapping open with a metallic hiss. “You should know by now,” he says softly, “that I always finish what I start.”

“Even us?” For a fraction of a second, they’re kids again, laughing, touching, dreaming about the future that never came. And then Sticky Fingers surges forward.

Later, when the heat fades and Prosciutto’s body lies still in the wrecked train car, Bruno can’t bring himself to look away. Abbacchio’s hand hovers near his shoulder but doesn’t touch, he knows. He always knows.

Bruno crouches beside the corpse, brushing a gloved thumb over Prosciutto’s cheek, reverent, almost tender. “You always said dying for a cause made you noble,” he whispers. “I suppose you finally proved it.”

bruno misses his wife 😔 /j

Ooooooh fuck I really like this hhhh. Prosciutto corners Bruno and says something like “I heard you were fucking my little brother,” and Bruno just coyly smiles and says, “Your little brother is the one fucking me, signore” trying to be all suave and whatnot. Prosciutto’s blood is boiling because Pesci is his, he is the guiding figure in his life, not Bucciarati. He will prove his place in Pesci’s life once and for all. 

Prosciutto responds by grabbing Bruno’s hair and pinning him against the wall. He has his dick in him in no time and Bruno is drooling from how good Prosciutto’s cock is. Pesci’s dick is good, but Prosciutto has experience under his belt, and he reduces Bruno to a whimpering little bitch on his member. He definitely put him in his place, that’s for sure. He yanks on his hair and makes remarks about how snug the Capo’s asshole is. That encounter just gives Bruno the idea to fuck Pesci and Prosciutto at the same time though hehe

brupros is real on Scary Torture Island hastag I love Tomodachi ltd

pesci is under cut btw :3