#vento aureo reader insert

Instinct

The way he turned to you was swift, and as he did, he nearly winced before he stopped you from coming closer, putting a distance between you that felt acres apart.

"Did I ask you to?" he said bitterly, the snarl in his tone possessing all of his collected exasperation and loathing.

-All of which made you pause, your reaching hand retreating as it drew back to your chest.

He'd said so many things to you before, all of which you could come back from, but for some reason that one sentence was all it took to break you down.

It made everything else he'd said fall apart.

They were daggers to your heart, and at that moment you could easily ignore the aching your side felt.

The pain that came from it being reconstructed wasn't properly registered when your very insides felt twisted.

The churning in your stomach made you feel sick, and you swallowed down your words, silently nodding, understanding.

'Of course, he hadn't...'

You thought as you shook your head, refusing to argue, because he never had.

What was there to discuss?

'He never did,' you mused, sadly.

But wasn't love selfless?

Shouldn't it be instinct for him to dive towards you too?

As you looked to him, you offered him one final glance as you tried to remember those brief moments he felt truly yours.

And you tried to remember how sweet he came back after he stung you.

You did your best, but you wondered why you should wait until then to feel loved.

'Shouldn't it be easy for you?' you added, dreading to ask.

As everyone else looked toward you, you could feel their sympathy sent your way, and you offered back an apology before you made the decision to put yourself first.

Fugo’s stand manifesting to Cuddle The Reader

"Why..." He murmured, feeling his blood run cold as ice, the male afraid to do anything but watch as his stand manifested before the unsuspecting, sleeping woman.

She was curled onto the couch, her legs tucked under a thin throw blanket as her upper body sat leaned to the side of the armrest of the seat at a comfortable angle.

Meanwhile, the dangerous stand sauntered towards her, his nose leading him to her as it moved.

His fingers twitched as he outstretched his right arm, intent on touching the slumbering woman all while his user stood still, struggling to speak.

'I didn't even feel him...I didn't...Didn't want him to come out,' Fugo thought with dismay, uncertain on what to do next because if he made just one wrong move, it was over.

Cold fingers brushed over her cheek, causing the woman to further snuggle onto the couch, a little fussy noise drawing from the back of her throat, which was something that didn't seem to bother the curious stand, instead, it fueled him to touch her more.

Tentatively, he ran his right hand over her (h/c) colored hair, brushing down the strands with slow, gentle caresses, earning him a pleased, little sigh, a sound the creature seemed to enjoy as it was released one of its own, one Fugo had never heard before or thought capable.

If he could describe it to anything, it'd be the sound a Lion would make if it had the ability to purr.

"Purple Haze," He said in a harsh whisper, desperately trying to call back the stand altogether, but having no luck as he was ignored.

Instead, the disobedient being loomed over (f/n), exited, little puffs falling past its sealed mouth as it fully pressed itself to her,

"Guuuuurrrrrggg..." Having no ability to speak, Purple Haze instead expressed itself with low rumbles, desperately trying to fit into the same couch she was like a dog that had outgrown its puppy days, unable to comprehend just why he couldn't just squeeze himself tiny.

"Get...Get over here!" Fugo said desperately, barely managing to still his wavering voice to command the manifested spirit. Stepping closer to the two, he swallowed down thickly, fearful of the horrible outcome he had a constant fear of any time he came too close to anyone.

It was then that (f/n) stirred, her (e/c) colored eyes lazily opening to see the blond stand a few feet away from her, anxiousness written over his face as cold sweat dribbled down his forehead,

"(F/n)," He said breathlessly, his hands trembling as they rose, both palms facing her as a sign of heavy caution,

"Please... just... don't move," he pleaded, sounding utterly helpless, and overall frightened.

Stretching her back, (f/n) looked at him confused before she recognized the familiar weight situated on her lap, by then understanding the man's worry.

It was unbeknown to him, but to her, it had become a regular occurrence. Every so often she'd wake with the stand coddling her, doing nothing more than that.

Occasionally, he'd also take the liberty to groom her, something she found downright strange, but she figured was his own form of care, seeing as the stand itself was somewhat meticulous with its own cleanliness.

'I honestly don't see the harm this guy could cause,' She mused, lazily brushing her fingers beneath his chin, absentmindedly petting him to soothe him, something she had quickly found out was bliss to him.

More, happy, little sighs fell past him, as another distinctive purr was released,

"I've been meaning to tell you," she started, offering Fugo an apologetic smile, " But I didn't know how to bring it up," she admitted, feeling bashful as she watched his expression melt, red dusting his features as he took sight of the sweet action.

Much more, he could feel the feeling of her fingers on his own skin, making the light blush worsen.

Messy, sticky wetness then coaxed her cheek, and grimacing she chuckled, pushing away the stand's face, " Stop that you," She dotted, receiving hesitant compliance at her command.

"I'm not sure why in the world he does it," she continued on while still smiling, "But I don't really mind," She assured the silent man, "The only tedious bit is cleaning up all this damn drool, but... I mean..." she trailed of, her eyes then falling to the stand instead, hands tightly pressed against his cheeks, "You just can't help it can you?" She gushed, all while Fugo watched Purple Haze nuzzle into her grasp more,

"You can't help being so sweet and cuddly can you?" She went on, grinning, feeling disappointed as he suddenly disappeared right from her hands.

Shaking her head, (f/n) then turned back to Pannacotta, giving him her full attention, "As I was saying," she started, stretching her legs out beneath her as she approached the man, " I've gotten used to it, though I will admit the first time he came up to me, I nearly had a stroke," She told him, recalling having been ridged the first time the stand introduced itself to her until, of course, she realized that he was nothing but soft presses and caresses.

'He just wants love,' She surmised,

"I realize he's a lot like you actually," She voiced, " Really sweet and cute... so I don't mind having him cuddle me," She started, immediately regretting her choice of words, " - Uh! Not that I want to cuddle with you too!" she went on defensively, "- but if you ever want to, I wouldn't mind...but then again why would you right?!?" She babbled on, only making things worse for her.

'Shut up! Shut Up! Shut up!' She inwardly chanted, annoyed with how much her mouth was flapping on and on, something that was completely unnecessary.

As her words settled onto him he began to smile, "I'd love to," He admitted, causing her to instantly deflate, calming,

"What are you two doing?" (F/n) asked softly, peeking in through the door with curious (e/c) colored eyes. 

With her body still hidden behind the wall, she held onto the doorframe, interested in the sight before her.

Leone sat on a little chair, a loose strand of light-colored hair gently tucked behind his ear as he picked up the little porcelain cup set before him, lightly tilting it over his lilac-colored lips to take a slow sip of the imaginary drink,

"I'm...a princess," He said to her, leisurely taking another sip before he spoke again, " Obviously," he added rather flatly, giving her a deadpan look for even daring to ask.

Wasn’t it obvious?

"Of course, Of course," (f/n) answered back, giggling, finding it adorable to see the taller man sitting on the little chair, his long legs bent as he made himself comfortable on a seat that clearly wasn’t meant for a person his size.

“ I can see,” She added while gently stroking the doorframe with her index, her (e/c) colored eyes batting at the two as she tried to be coy, “So...” she started, “Any room for me?” She added sweetly, wanting an invite, just itching for one.

"Yep!" (d/n) chirped, jumping up from her seat, reaching her hands out to her mother, "You sit with papa," She said while eagerly dragging a chair right next to the man's, looking proud as she was able to get them to touch shoulders, the two adults being squished together right before her  large eyes into what she considered to be picture perfect.

The little girl was excited, happy to finally play the game properly,

"There!" (d/n) said happily, her eyes scanning the room to try and find things she could use, "Oh! Have this!" she said while draping a small cover over (f/n)'s shoulders, the red throw blanket being perfect for their play in the child’s mind.

"Yes! And papa... have this," She said while outstretching her two arms up to him, a little tiara in hand.

"For me?" He asked her sweetly, placing a hand to his chest as he smiled at her, pretending to be utterly flattered while being crowned.

"Mmhm..." She hummed, nodding enthusiastically, easily placing it on his head as he bowed.

Afterward, (d/n) then sat back down, all while (f/n) eyed the little accessory on Leone's head with scrutiny,

"Um... a question," (f/n) piped, her sole index finger risen, "Why does he get a crown?" she asked, "And I don't?" She added, slightly miffed. "I thought we were playing princess," She added, seeing as (d/n) also had on a little crown.

'I usually play princess,' the (h/c) haired woman thought to herself while crossing her arms, pouting,

"Why can't I be a princess instead?" (F/n) pouted, knowing that there were only two little crowns, wanting to take the other for herself because that’s just how things had always worked within the game.

"- Because daddy is prettier." (D/n) replied simply, reaching over to hand her a little cup so she could properly join.

And it hit the woman hard because by default she’d always been the favorite parent as well as the pretty parent.

All in all, the only star in (d/n)’s eyes.

‘It’s expected,’ (f/n) breathed lowly. 

Hanging her head, she visually sulked, "Ah, right," She breathed. "You've got me there," she mused, sounding smaller.

'After all, he is your favorite now,' the woman thought with a small sliver of envy, seeing as her daughter now adored the man, always stuck on him like a little wad of gum.

It was tremendously sweet how much she idolized him and followed him, a miniature version of him trailing behind his every step. However, (f/n) felt left out, forgotten like old news.

She then heard the man beside her chuckle before his hand ran down her (h/c) colored hair, gently soothing down the little fuzzed strands with a sweet smile, one he only had the ability to sport while in the presence of his little ladies.

The (h/c) haired woman then lifted her head as she felt a light, little metal piece be placed on her head, causing her eyes to go up, rounded as he gave up his new title to her, all without a qualm,

"We're playing princess right now..." he reminded her, "But I'd be honored to have a queen attend our tea party," He told her, taking a light hold of her right hand and laying a little, gentlemanly kiss on it.

Instantly, (f/n)’s face flushed, glowing brightly as she blubbered, "L-L-Leone...I .. ah..."

During then she wasn't even sure what to say, feeling as though she might faint with the amount of excitement she felt, her heart almost popping as he sweetly gazed at her.

“-If you don’t mind,” He added, using his thumb and index to catch (f/n)’s ripening cheek, gently tugging it with a teasing, little grin.

“Of course,” She breathed, “I...I wouldn’t mind,” she answered back, her eyes twinkling as she gave him a cute little grin.

All the while (d/n) watched, her eyes, for a reason she didn't know, tearing.

'Mamma,' She thought with a happy heart, watching her expression.

She'd never seen her mother so happy.

She never even knew she could glow so much.

She didn't quite understand why, but she felt so happy, jumping in between them to hug them both tightly, the little girl not wanting to let go of either parent any time soon.

I’ve had so many little Ideas for Abba Lately.

"Why hello there," Giorno said with a soft smile, kneeling before the little girl with welcoming kindness, offering her the gentle, genuine upturn, "And who might you be?" He asked her with the same tenderness, already knowing who she was, as well as what she was doing there.

Instantly, (d/n)'s face blossomed with a new color, staring at the man with eyes that refused to blink, the golden orbs wide as she stared at the man in awe.

The little hand that was wrapped around (f/n)'s fingers suddenly squeezed tighter and with worry, (f/n) came down too, getting only a small glimpse of her daughter's face before she began to giggle, quickly understanding,

'I've never seen her act this way,' She mused, finding the rather bubbly girl to be bashfully stricken down. 'My sweet little girl,' She mused, finding it sweet, subduing her little chuckles to properly introduce the two,

"(D/n), this is a good friend of mamma and papa's," (f/n) told her child, her hand gestured towards the man before them.

"Giorno Giovanna," Giorno introduced himself, being patient with (d/n), taking her shyness to be natural, thus remaining unbothered by it in the least, because by the same age, he'd been much more withdrawn.

"Giorno… " (d/n) said back, her eyes glittering as she gazed up at him, entranced by the long golden strands that fell past his shoulders, and much more, fixed upon his green eyes, the color being so beautiful to her she couldn't stop staring.

Her little heart raced, a rather strange feeling coursing through her, making her not want to look away from the lovely person, because he seemed just so ethereal and perfect.

Shaking her head with a disbelieving amusement, (f/n) smiled, " She's a bit shy right now." She said with a little chuckle, " There are so many new people around...It’s a lot to take in..." She trailed off, earning an understanding nod.

"It's understandable," Giorno told her, needing no more say, "I'm just glad I was able to find you," He said to her, once again up to his full height, the woman mimicking his actions and following in suit to properly speak to him,

"I wanted to see you in person, just in case you decided to leave after all," He added, causing (f/n) to chuckle,

"Really? Don't tell me you missed me that much?" (f/n) asked teasingly, causing him to release a small sound of amusement as well,

"Very," he answered back,"...But not nearly as much as he has," He said while not naming the certain someone,

" I don't think I've ever seen him so...well..." Giorno said with a little hum of contemplation trying to find the right words,

“-Complete.” He finally decided.

" Not to mention; it's been so long since I've seen any type of enthusiasm in him, not even a tease of it. And then about a month or two ago it's like he found a reason to smile." he further explained, " It's no doubt because of you. And of course this lovely little lady too," He said while briefly looking at (d/n) again, his vibrant eyes flashing down to her for just a second, causing the girl to suddenly fidget.

"All in all, I'm glad you're back, " He admitted. " And It's good to know you're alright," He said to her,

"When you have time, I'd love to have a moment with you to catch up," he said with certainty, causing her to nod in agreement,

" Of course!" she said excitedly, smiling with happiness bursting through her chest, "I can't wait to catch up GioGio," She said while he grew embarrassed, a soft, little color rising to his cheeks as she used the pet name.

'I see he hasn't grown out of it,' She mused, remembering that any time he was referred to by the nickname, no matter who it came from, he sported the soft color.

Somehow, though strange as it may be, it felt that despite all the time had gone by, she fell right back into place, going back into the same groove of before with ease, and it brought her so much comfort,

‘I’m home,’ She thought to herself, truly believing it.

After saying their goodbye's, Giorno then began to walk away, intent on leaving their stories for another day, all while (d/n) watched with trailing, enthusiastic eyes.

He was soon out of earshot, and only during then did (d/n) speak, "Mama..." She piped up, tugging at her mother’s sleeve, " he looks just like a prince," She mused while being awestruck, having thought so all the while.

" He's so pretty!" She gushed, and at that very moment, from where Leone stood, his chest ached.

From where he'd stood and waited, he could see the glowing eyes of his child, as well as (f/n)'s nod in agreeance,

" Yeah....He sure does, doesn’t he?" (f/n) mused, actually agreeing.

She couldn't deny it because in the time she'd been away it'd seemed he matured more.

His face shaped out more, losing most of its sweet innocence, it being replaced by a charming handsomeness that one could only place in a fairy tale world of perfection.

‘And then of course there is all that new muscle,’ She added, having noticed he’d also thickened with just the slightest bit of beefiness.

- All the while Leone's shoulders sank,

' My two girls, ' Abbacchio thought seldomly, blowing out a soft blue puff of air.

In all of (f/n)'s amusement, she'd been ignorant to his presence, only noticing him last minute out of the corner of her eye, catching sight of his disheartened expression in that instance,

‘ Oh Leone...’ she thought to herself, rolling her eyes, ‘Are you that afraid to lose us?’ she thought with light amusement,  knowing just what thoughts rolled around in his head.

‘You’re such a silly man,’ She thought to herself. 

Granted, she found it sweet, but by then he should be aware that there was nothing that could come between them.

" Well..." (f/n) then sang, stretching out the word as she spoke with just a bit more volume, " I think Giorno is really cute," She started, " but..." she said while tapping a finger to her chin, " I don't know, I think your papa's much more handsome," she said with a little shrug,

"But that's just my opinion," She said while strutting towards the man, reaching out to him, her fingers running down the side of his face as she came close.

"MI Amore," She breathed, utterly entranced by him. " There's no one that really compares to him," She said while gazing into his eyes, speaking more to him, reminding him that there wasn’t anything that could overrun the beautiful warmth that resided in her for him.

If both the combined forces of the years and long-distance hadn't worn down the sentiment, then she was sure that nothing could.

'If I loved you then...

If I loved you during all that time...

If I still love you now....

Nothing will ever wash those feelings away,' She thought to herself.

It'd also taken her moment, but as (d/n) realized her father was there, her eyes lit up even more, a large smile erupted over the face that showed all of her imperfect, tiny teeth.

She dashed to him, her arms straining to reach up the entire time, wanting to be scooped up, held, and cuddled.

"papa! Papa!" She cheered overjoyed to see him, completely forgetting about the golden-haired man as she was in her father's arms. " Your back!" She cheered while she was picked up, her nose happily burrowed through the sweet smell of his white locks.

"I missed you... so much," she breathed, holding onto him tightly, not wanting to even give him the chance of putting her down.

He was left stunned as both females ambushed him, happy kisses and squishes smothering him before he began to chuckle, the sound causing (f/n) to release a sound of equal amusement, their child following in suit as she was happy to be held in between them both, even if she was wedged and almost unable to move.

'It's perfect this way, right Leone?' (f/n) silently spoke, finding his sweet expression to be too pure and lovely, filled with so much happiness it could be placed in a dictionary for all to see a visual depiction of the word fulfillment.

 Stay Back

 His glazed, golden eyes stayed trained right ahead as his body sluggishly slumped over the brick wall. He struggled to stay upright, somehow pushing past the overbearing pain for just a moment longer as the strength of the human spirit coursed on within his tired, worn being long after he’d accepted his fate.

Like a traveling sludge, he'd left a sticky trail behind, one that would be evidence of his sacrifice, all of which would be the only thing left behind aside from his cold carcass,

And he was fine with things being left as they were; so long as the mission was a success.

After all, they'd gotten the key, and as messy as things got, it was a win in his book.

' That's all that matters… ' he thought with content, struggling to breath, his sight beginning to blur as occasional little black splotches scattered across his hazy vision,

"Yeah...At least… At least I did that right," he thought with a snicker, albeit a rather bitter one, humored that while his life had been a waste, he’d done just one thing successfully,

'But...there's just one thing…' he thought to himself, chuckling wearily at the recollection of a rather dejected face he’d last seen, deeply wishing that hadn’t been his last memory of her, but somehow grateful that it was, because then he could live on with the idea that he died with her resentment.

And maybe then, she wouldn’t miss him. Maybe then he’d only be an ugly memory she’d be willing to forget, finally getting it through her head that he wasn’t ever worth the worry.

“Just stay back!” he barked at her, looking back at her with hardened golden eyes narrowed fiercely at her as she tried to leave along with them.

“Keep watch if you want to feel useful,” he said in an offhand sort of manner, making her face fall, disheartened.

(e/c) colored eyes then hardened as he followed up with more expected backlash, the woman visually preparing herself for his sharp tongue, swallowing it all down with a quiet nod.

“Why the hell Bucciarati insisted on you coming… it's a mystery to me.” He said lowly, completely turning from her by then, not sparing her another glance after the uttered words.

Frowning, Giorno stepped towards her, his hand raised to touch her slumped shoulder before she shook her head, immediately perking,

“Okay!” She agreed, “I’ll stay here!” She chirped, “Abba’s Right,” She went on, “Besides, I wouldn’t want to get in the way,” She added, an undertone of hurt weaved through the façade she put on.

“So you guys go ahead. I’ll take care of things here.”

All the while her eyes were stuck on the other man’s back, watching as he drew further, his shoulders squared and tense as he went in search for the important item, the other two males following in suit, though seeming just as exasperated as her at the elder man’s choice of words.

“I’ll have a talk with him,” Fugo said softly as he walked past her, offering her a lax, apologetic grimace of a smile.

‘You always do,’ (f/n) mused, smiling back nonetheless, finding his effort to help her to be sweet, yet futile because it never changed anything.

‘It won’t change a thing,’ She added, her expression dying as they drew further from her.

She wished it wasn’t so and that somehow, the cycle would cease.

“By now… She should hate me…” Leone said to himself, his heart weighed down by the thought,

'But it's all for the best, ' he silently added, lazily blinking.

‘It’s better you’re not here…It’s better you stayed back,’ he thought with true gratefulness, a shuttered, thankful breath falling past his painted lips.

He thought of her running into the Stand user herself, doubting she’d have any better luck than he did, because after all, her stand wasn’t made much for the offensive, just as his own stand wasn’t.

Hers was meant for love; to care for and tend others. It did wonders on everyone else, the drawback being that the power was useless to her, something that was befitting of such a selfless person.

She could do wonders for others, but not for her own self.

‘And If you were hurt...I just know that bastard Giorno would have the time of his life fixing you up,’ He thought bitterly, hating how close the two had gotten, right from the start,

“It’s nice to have another healer,” she said while showing off a happy, little, quirky smile, one that made Abbacchio’s jaw clench, and seemed to have its own effect on the younger male as well.

Sweetly, Giorno smiled back, a featherlight blush dusting over his features, “(f/n), right?” He said back, meeting her halfway to grasp her hand, the small contact being something the elder man paid attention to keenly because it bothered him so much to see her cozy up to the rookie as though they were old pals.

“ Bucciarati mentioned you briefly.” He revealed to her, making her smile grow,

“Really?” She said surprised, “What did he say?” She asked curiously, wondering just what her Capo had said about her to the rookie.

What was she known for?

“He said well...” Giorno trailed off while suddenly growling nervous as the words formed a knot in his throat, “ Oh well, nothing really!” he insisted, not wanting to repeat that he’d actually referred to her as ‘the pretty, little sweetheart,’ much more, that he’d actually agreed with him the second he found himself locked eyes with her and she smiled to him, seeming to be the most amiable of the group.

It was easy to tell that in some sort of way, Giorno liked her and it irked him. It bothered him even more so to see that not only Giorno showed interest in her, but also had the nerve to go out of his way to make her giggle, finding any excuse to do so, behaving innocent with each attempt, 

"Usually the flowers trail behind you," Giorno started, falling into step with (f/n) as she walked alone, "But today..." he trailed off, humming, "I don't know, " He started, “You don't seem as bright," He added, quirking a brow, stopping right before her, reaching down to lift her chin up.

"It just isn't right," He told her, concerned, the genuine look of worry crossed over his features.

"What do you mean?" (f/n) asked, her dimmed (e/c) colored eyed gleaming up at him, curious as to what he meant.

She knew that perhaps she seemed dull, but to be fair she hadn’t had much sleep to begin with.

"You haven't smiled today," He explained, "which isn't right, as the sun should always shine," He added.

Shaking her head, (f/n) giggled, finding the quirky, little line to be even cornier than Mista’s own cheesy throw-away ones. She was ready to comment on it when his stand appeared before her, the humanoid being’s power at work,

" Giorno," She muttered, watching with growing eyes as a little flower sprouted from the blonde’s hand, the golden, little face of the white petaled blossom facing her,

"Ah...There we go," He mused, a cute, little dust of pink on his own face, chuckling at his own moronic actions.

Perhaps it was over the top, but he knew it would liven her up, and that's all that mattered to him at the moment, because to him, if anyone deserved to have a smile drawn over them, it was the kind woman.

All the while, (f/n) thought of him as sweet, the charming young man being someone she greatly appreciated for his considerate nature, while on the opposite end, the other man in the room brooded, annoyed.

"Tch, " Leone clicked his teeth, his eyes fallen far away from the pair as he ground his teeth together, turning his nose,

'She'll grin at anything he does,' He thought irked. 'She'll just stupidly smile at any shit anyone tells her,' He added, wanting to turn back and eye the cute, little expression, but knowing full well it would scathe him as he remembered just why it existed.

"Shit.." He muttered, trying to push the thought of her away as he realized that she’d yet again invaded every bit of his mind, even during his final moments of what was supposed to be peace.

And it seemed as though somehow, his thoughts had reached her, because before him a small moving blur grew, coming closer to him with hasty speed,

“Abbacchio!” He heard her say, following up with large pants as she knelt before him, immediately falling to both her knees to be more on his level, the skin above both joints burning from the sudden, harsh friction.

He could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, the smell very faintly wafting into his nose as she came even closer, slipping through the personal bubble he’d kept himself in. 

During then her (e/c) colored eyes skimmed over him and every beaten bit of him that was visible, visually shaken at the sighed of his missing limb.

'she came…' he thought to himself, 'she….bothered to come…' he added, grimacing.

After he ordered her to stay…

After he'd pushed her away so many times already…

‘You always come to me…’ He said to himself, falling forward, his heavier body almost toppling her over with the sudden action.

"Hey!" She began worriedly, steadying him, slowly easing him back towards the wall to sit upright, “Come on now,” she encouraged him, her comforting smile present as her hands which were firmly placed on his shoulders immediately went to cup his cold cheeks,

“Abba,” She urged him, “ Stay with me,” She added as she gently eased his lolling head straight, trying to get a better look at his paled face with frantic (e/c) colored eyes.

“I’m right here now,” She told him, “ So you're going to be just fine,” She assured him with an unshaken determination.

He squinted, trying to get his eyes to work right, only to find himself stuck on her own shining (e/c) colored gems.

Her (dark/light) eyes looked into him, and as she did so, he felt an electric charge run up his spine at the glance, the powerful bolt that came down on him raking his entire being with unforgiving violence.

He was spiritless in the motion, yet somehow found it in himself to stray his golden orbs away, deciding to not challenge her own look with his own fading will, the man slowly growing even smaller beneath the grace of her sweetly trained stare.

“Quit staring...Quit looking...at me...like that,” He grumbled, savoring down the bitter metallic taste in his mouth, "Tch… you damn idiot," he rasped, slowly shaking his head from her sweet hold, doing so with all the mustered strength he had left.

He couldn't feel anything, and yet it burned, her touch scathed him, the unbearable ache that was present bursting through from deep within his being.

Maybe she was overreacting she reasoned, chuckling wearily, but unable to fight back tears,

“ It’s just...I...I thought I’d come here too late!” She cried out, not able to resist the urge to hold him, latching onto him with desperation, the bloody grime over his body sticking onto her clothing, causing her smell of sweetness to be masked by his pungent gore.

By then his head was pressed to her chest, placed right over her heavily beating heart as she continued to shake, holding on tightly in a desperate embrace, 

“For just a moment there…” She muttered, “ I thought I was going to lose you,” she added, little tears still pricking her eyes as she began to heal him, her (e/c) colored eyes closed as she coddled him.

'stop...stop touching me ...' he thought to himself, his lethargic body beginning to squirm as she tended him, her hold on him remaining unmoved.

'stop crying over me,' he added feeling her tears fall over him, the droplets falling onto his face even after she’d expressed her relief, despite the fact that gradually his body began to feel warm again, function slowly coming back to him.

'stop…' he pleaded, his bottom lip quivering, wanting to snap at her and make her go away altogether.

He could feel his fingers begin to move, his gaze beginning to align right with the more time he spent under her care.

“(F/n),” He rasped lowly, her head rising at the utter of her name as her face lit up the sound of his voice. And it was then that she drew back from him, her brightened eyes gazing into his glowing eyes with expectancy.

(E/c) eyes stared right at him, her face streaked with salty tears and as she saw the dimness from his golden eyes begin to fade, her face lit up with sheer joy,

“Leone,” She said softly, a smile gracing her, very faintly taking over her, "I’m so ha-," she started, cut off as his hand that was now healed, took hold of the back of her head, tightly weaving itself through (h/c) strands as he grabbed her,

"Why don't you just stay away from me?" He said lowly, teeth grit together as he shoved her down, straddling her as he glared down at her, " You shouldn't be here," he reminded her, “remember?” he asked her, having thought he’d been very clear.

“Are you an idiot?” He went on, his grip on her hair bound tight enough that it began to sting, causing her to wince, “If that asshole was around still...what would you have done?” he asked her, already knowing the answer.

He thought about it with so much rage it had him shaking,

‘ Don’t you get it? I’m doing this for you!’ He thought to himself with utter frustration. 

All the while her eyes were wide as she wordlessly looked up at him, caught beneath him as he continued to loom over her, the sight making his hold slacken for just a fraction of a second, realizing just what he was doing,

“Damn it (f/n),” He grumbled, continuing to look down at her, completely taken by the sight of her in her current state, his vexation slowly dying out.

Through teary-eyed and bloodied, she seemed beautiful lying beneath him, her (h/c) colored strands caught in his hand and tangled there to create the very same scene he’d selfishly conjured up on more than once occasion.

Mindlessly, his eyes then drew down to her lips, tempted by the sight of their inviting curve and thickness, causing his own to press together with longing.

She was filthy now, drenched in his blood, her back pressed onto the filthy ground as well, and even then, it took nothing away from her beauty and much more, the undeniable attraction he had for her.

“It’s so damn annoying when you think I need you,” He told her, trailing off as he came down closer, his lilac-colored lips almost touching her (color) ones, “...even more annoying when you're right.” He muttered, hating just how perfectly she fit beneath him.

They fit like two puzzle pieces slowly being inched together, and he’d already known it would be the case.

“Leone...I want to tell you I l-”

“I know,” He said quietly, “ I already know,” He told her, his heart racing, not wanting to hear her say it, because he knew he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he actually heard her say it.

He was currently struggling, unable to function right, and the single admittance would undoubtedly rattle him, making him do something he’d long fought,

“So quit crying. And quite following me around like a lost dog,” He told her, his voice soft, the words meant to be snide, but missed all the bite they needed.

“I...I don’t want you around me,” He struggled to say, biting his lip afterward.

‘You say so.. but you haven't drawn back,’ She noticed, ‘You’re shaking...And all the while your eyes...Your eyes are so soft,’ she mused, a sudden realization falling down upon her with the weight of a ton,

‘...You’ve been doing it purposely.’ she understood, ‘ But you’ve also been hesitant.’ 

"...Why do you do this?" She asked him, her heart heavy as she looked up at him, seeing the same hurt crossed over his features as he tried to push her away yet again.

It was a frail shove, but a sign of resistance nonetheless.

‘Whenever I feel so close to you...Whenever we’re just inches apart, you find a way to drift back away.’ She thought to herself, helpless as she was stuck in the same repeated cycle with him.

Yet again, he was so painfully close, but all the same remaining distant, blocked off as though there was a stone wall between them.

"- It's better," He said to her, though sounding unconvinced.

He shook, his breath being both inhaled and released in the same shaking manner as for just a second, his lips brushed hers, accidentally smudging the soft color of his lips onto hers,

“How?” she dared to ask. 

“ Don’t you get it? I’ve been trying to fight it... But when you go out of your way for me, I just want you more,” He admitted, swallowing down harshly. "So just quit it already," He begged, "Before I regret it...before you regret it too," he added.

"I'd never regret it," She insisted, "because I lo-"

Cutting her off, he smashed his lips to hers, his palms both pressed to her cheeks as he rocked his body to hers, wanting to completely melt over her,

“(f/n)” He said in between the heavy kiss, “What did I tell you,” He panted roughly, his lips trailing down her jaw, falling over the flesh of her neck with long, wet kisses as his hands traveled down to her waist, holding her still.

“Just stop, “ He argued, also being a hypocrite, occupied with trailing his mouth over her, not being the one to draw back instead.

“No..” She breathed, “Because I...I love you.” She said instead, feeling his body suddenly tense, his actions stopping, suspended as he held in a breath.

“I love you. I love you. I love you so much Leone,” She said to him, her hands reaching for his long strands of hair, the silky lengths weaved through her fingers before she curled them down to her palms, tugging them whilst he released the air in a small, light groan.

‘And I don’t want to ever lose you,’ She thought to herself, eyes shut tightly as she focused on the feeling of his hands roaming over her body, desperate to grip every bit of her.

As she’d seen him bloody, and barely alive, she knew she couldn’t live without telling him the truth that lay locked within her chest, much more when she began to understand his own reasoning.

“(f/n)...I...I love you too,” He finally admitted, breathing along the side of her neck with tightly shut eyes as the last bit of his resistance died, by then the only thing he held back on was the threatening tears that welled in his eyes as his body relaxed, finally finding ease.

Unconventional

He loved them both, and while it was a lovely feeling that burst through his chest, it was also conflicting.

Every smile struck his heart.

(F/n) meant the world to him, it was a given.

She meant so much to him that it wasn't possible to fight the feelings he had for her, no matter how hard he tried to brush them aside, because he’d thought to have already had his heart rented out to someone else.

Every accidental touch heated his body, and every little bit of her he continued to bask in drove him mad.

Any time he was near her he tried to get away. 

However, every time he drifted off from her, he was left yearning. 

It was wrong, and he knew it.

It was betrayal, and he was well aware.

Because then there was Leone.

Leone, who for the most part had been his true partner.

His friend.

His confidant.

His serene rain in the night.

All in all, his...everything.

'I shouldn't, ' Bruno told himself whenever he dared to inch more towards one of them.

He didn’t want to hurt anyone, taking in the pain for himself instead. So, with all the more reason he backed away from them both, afraid to hurt either one of them, unwilling to bring them pain just because he was so divided.

- Simply due to him being selfish.

But unknown to him, they’d been well aware, both coming to terms that perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing.

Was it really  wrong to love more than once? 

At the same time even?

“Bella...” Leone said lowly, offering (f/n) a heated glance, causing her to shrink, because it had become too easy to fall into his arms. It’d become natural to fall back onto the light-haired man as she accepted him as a lover, despite the fact that part of her yearned for Bruno just as much.

‘It’s not right,’ She told herself, feeling guilty as she shared a searing kiss with him, her leg hoisted onto his waist as he pressed himself to her, murmuring out sweet praise for her compliance.

“Don’t fight it,” He said with the same husky tone, laying her down onto their dear capo’s bed, the smell of the dark-haired, beautiful man drugging him as it smothered them both.

He knew just how it felt, having gone through the same dilemma,

“For me...For Bruno...” He murmured while trailing his fingers down the lovely white lace hiding her delicate bits.

“He should be able to enjoy us both,” He added, sighing softly as he felt her palm run over his naked chest, setting itself beneath his long locks as it stopped behind his warm neck.

They both had worn elegant pieces of lace which brushed against each other as he rocked his hips towards hers, breathing her name into her heated ear with desire, knowing he had to wait, unable to do nothing more than tease.

Their limbs tangled with each other, warm, tingling skin being softly grazed, only building up more want and while it sedated them, it also became more fuel to their wild flame.

By then It was late in the night when Bucciarati arrived, his eyes falling onto them both as they lay in a  panting mess, overstimulated by caresses meant to pacify them until he returned.

"Bruno," (f/n) whined, reaching out to him first, needing him now more than ever to complete their perfect little triangle. And over her shoulder Leone smiled, his face dusted by a cute, pink color as he gazed at the other man with the same twinkle of desire, far too needy to find any shame.

As the woman's hands lay on Bruno's heavily rising chest, Abbacchio's arms stretched out from behind her, pulling the other man until his hands lay flat onto his back to still him.

Crushed in between, (F/n) released a pleased, little sigh, pooling shamefully as they both had their cocks brazenly pressed onto both sides of her body.

It was unconventional.

It felt wrong at first.

However, smothered between the two men while they shared a searing kiss, (F/n) melted, swimming in utter bliss.