shifter

could I get a Bruno x fem reader who's stand is capable of healing 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

thanks!!!

This took like months to write just because I came back to it, then left hehe, but here it is, I really liked it.

The spring air was crisp and cool, and the sun and moon shared the sky in rare synchrony, casting the horizon in a breathtaking wash of amber and gold. It was a beautiful evening, the sort that invited long walks and quiet reflection, not the sort spent putting the finishing touches on a scheme to betray your old boss.

The last orders had finally arrived.

Deliver the girl. That was it.

One final mission, and this long, exhausting journey would come to an end. At least, that's what everyone else believed.

Alyssa wasn't so sure.

She had met Giorno almost a year ago in a crowded market in Naples. Most people had seen a pickpocket. Alyssa had seen something else entirely.

A Stand user.

She had watched in disbelief as the stolen produce in the boy's hands transformed into a filthy napkin. One moment fruit, the next something completely different. From there, friendship came surprisingly easily.

They shared the same dream: to change Passione from the inside.

When Giorno met Bruno, everything began falling into place. Slowly, the gang became their family. Their allies.

Only Bruno knew the full extent of their plans.

One day, the others would know too. Hopefully. If they lived long enough.

"Giorno."

The blonde turned toward Bruno.

"You always carry those ladybugs for good luck, right?"

Giorno smiled faintly. "Something like that."

"Could I have one?" For a moment, Giorno and Bruno exchanged a glance. A silent conversation.

A tracking device. A contingency plan.

The possibility that something was about to go terribly wrong.

Alyssa's stomach twisted.

She had spent enough time around Bruno to recognize the signs. The rigid posture. The tight jaw. The way his eyes never stopped scanning.

Fear.

Not for himself, but for everyone else.

Bruno approached her as he pressed the ladybug on his jacket.

"I trust you'll take care of them in my absence."

The words came out too quickly, like he was trying to get them over with.

"It's not like you won't come back." Her voice sounded far less convincing than she intended.

Bruno smiled.

The smile hurt because she could see right through it.

The walls he kept around everyone else had always been impossible to break. Yet somehow, over the past year, she'd learned to see the cracks.

And right now he looked terrified.

"Of course I'll come back." A quiet laugh escaped him.

Then silence.

Neither of them believed it.

The cathedral loomed over Venice, its ancient stone walls glowing crimson beneath the setting sun.

Beautiful and final.

Alyssa stood beside him, hands buried deep in her pockets. Something felt wrong. The entire city felt wrong.

"Bruno." He didn't answer.

"The Boss has never shown himself before." Still silence.

"Why now?" His jaw tightened.

Because he's hiding something.

Because every instinct he possessed was screaming at him. Because the pieces no longer fit together. Because fate was waiting beyond those doors.

But he couldn't say any of that. Not aloud.

Not when saying it would make it real.

The silence stretched between them. Then Alyssa reached out.

Her fingers brushed against his wrist. The contact was brief, barely noticeable. Yet neither of them pulled away immediately; there was nothing accidental about it.

Bruno looked at her.

For one moment, she thought he might say something neither of them had dared admit.

"Are we going or not?" Trish's voice shattered the moment.

Reality came crashing back; Bruno exhaled slowly as he turned away. He took Trish's hand and stared toward the cathedral.

Alyssa remained frozen in place, but Bruno never looked over his shoulder, because if he did, he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep walking.

The cathedral doors swallowed them whole.

Minutes passed or maybe hours, Alyssa didn't know, there was no way of telling.

Alyssa stumbled and her heart stopped.

Time had skipped.

A Stand user.

"Bruno." The name escaped her lips before she realized she was moving.

She broke into a sprint. Someone shouted behind her, but she didn't hear them, she couldn't care less.Bruno was all she could think about.

If something happened to him—

No.

She refused to finish the thought.

She raced through the cathedral halls, following instinct more than logic, that's when she saw it.

A zipper, freshly opened, sticky with blood.

Her breath caught. "Bruno...?" She turned the corner and her entire world shattered.

He lay motionless on the floor. Blood spread beneath him.

No No no

Alyssa dropped to her knees so hard they cracked against stone. She gathered him into her arms, lifting his head carefully into her lap.

His skin was cold, everything was cold.

"Bruno."

No response.

"Bruno, please."

Her voice broke.

Summertime Sadness materialized beside her instantly. Its hands moved with desperate precision. Inside its palms rested the ruined remains of Bruno's heart.

Torn apart.

Alyssa's vision blurred. "No."

The Stand worked frantically rebuilding chambers, repairing arteries, mending veins, piece by piece, cell by cell.

Whatever it took.

She poured every ounce of herself into the process. "Come back."

Nothing.

"Please." Still nothing.

Nobody spoke, she didn't notice them arrive, almost at the same time she arrived at the scene.

Then Giorno stepped forward, slowly, as if she could break with any sudden movement, his expression was grim, Alyssa knew what he was thinking.

Giorno knelt beside her, his hand settled gently on her shoulder. "Alyssa."

"No."

"You did everything you could."

"No."

Her voice cracked. "I fixed it." Tears streamed down her face. "I fixed everything."

For a long moment, nobody answered.

Then, beneath her trembling hands a heartbeat, it was weak and faint, but still a heartbeat. Bruno's chest rose sharply.

Alyssa stared; she didn't even dare blink, afraid she was imagining things.

Slowly, painfully, Bruno's eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was her. Tears running down her face, hands stained with his blood.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Then Bruno managed the faintest smile. "Alyssa..."

Her composure shattered completely.

She buried her face against his shoulder and sobbed.

So much has been going on this semester, thankfully, there are only 2 weeks left of it.

Things that have been happening since the last time I posted

Have to retake an exam, only 6 people of my whole class passed the class.

Got influenza then bronquitis.

Started taking creatine.

Got abs for some reason.

My oncology professor keeps touching me in lectures :(

I want to write so bad but it feels like there's no time.

Finallly caught up to jojo's up to part 7 so I can write up to part 7 yay.

Bruno and Abbachio from my tomodashi life have a daughter named Emma.

And that's it for now. Hopefully, summer is less eventful. I am feeling quite stressed about having to retake my geriatrics exam; I've been beating myself up for it. But I did try my best, and those exams were specialty level fr.

I sadly haven't shifted before; there have been times when I feel like I have gotten close, but no, honestly, I haven't even tried that hard. I feel like my daily life is already so chaotic y basically only try when everything is calm.

However, I do manifest, and I fully believe in it, and it always works for me, which sounds like shifting in a way, so that accounts for something.

anyways i'd like to request bruno x fem reader(can be gn, if you'd prefer ofc), so basically they're on a mission in some night club, trying to gather some info about a possible traitor within passione, and they have to pretend to be a couple to blend in, and because of the atmosphere and the adrenaline(and the fact that they both look real good atm) it's very difficult for them to just ignore all that unspoken romantic tension that's been building up for so long!! ahhh i'm such a sucker for fake dating!!

once again i love your work and thanks in advance!!

Yes yes of course! Thank you for giving me another oportunity.

It’s been a year since Giorno took charge of Passione, and he has to take drastic measures after taking over the old don. Diavolo ruled over fear, so when one random day, another don surfaced, havoc broke.

Gio was a kinder don, but there were members from Passione who were still loyal to the old boss; it was one of the first things Gio had to handle when he became the new don. Now every one of the famiglia was loyal to him, or so he thought until about a month.

Word was out that there was a certain territory in Sicily that began selling drugs to civilians; there were 3 cases last year of an underage person overdosing, and that problem had to be attacked now.

Thanks to intel, Gio was able to get, word got around that whoever was in charge of said drugs moved around different nightclubs in Sicily, that’s how he operated.

Giorno himself had asked you and Bucciarati to do the mission; he knew your abilities and that you were excellent working together, plus there was no way you two would ever go against him.

You both arrived at a safe house 3 hours before starting the mission. As you enter, family portaits caughts your eye. "Bruno, is this you 15 years ago?" You ask with said picture in hand, a little boy around 7 years old sat on a man's lap smiling a full grin with two missing teeth at the front.

"Yeah, this is actually mine; it used to be my mom's place," Bruno says quietly as he helps you with your luggage. "Your room is on the far right corner of that corridor, he points with his finger, mine is just across from yours.

Bruno's phone begins to buzz before you can even say a word. He walks closer to you and puts the phone on speaker. "We just arrived to Sicly Giorno, what's the plan?"

"I need you to find whoever has been going against my back tonight, otherwise we won't have another opportunity. I know I may be overstepping here, but I think the best way for both of you to fit in and be unassuming is to act like a couple, perhaps you two are celebrating an anniversary on this trip and are just enamoured with each other, look like tourists."

A couple, really. You and Bruno have extremely good chemistry, it's what has helped you both work excellently together, but chemistry is not enough for other people to actually fall for you two being a couple; that was harder said than done.

"If you believe that's the best way, then I won't complain Giorno." Bruno ends the call.

The moment we step inside the club, Bruno’s hand settles at my lower back, firm, possessive, unmistakable. Not a protective touch. A performative one. The kind meant to be seen.

The bass vibrates through us both. Neon light washes over his white suit, turns it violet, then blue, then something almost sinful. If anyone’s watching, they don’t see two people on a mission.

They see a couple.

"I am sorry you have to pretend to love me."

"Don't say that."

I slide my arm around his waist without looking at him. It feels natural in a way that catches me off guard. “If we’re doing this,” I murmur, lips barely moving, “commit.”

Bruno leans in, his mouth close to my ear, breath warm. “I always do.”

He guides us through the crowd like this, bodies aligned, steps synchronized. When someone bumps into us, he doesn’t apologize; he just pulls me closer, chin dipping toward my temple. The message is clear, I am taken. A beautiful man and his lover, out for a night, they won’t remember clearly in the morning.

We stop at the bar. Bruno orders without releasing me, thumb idly pressing into my hip as if he belongs there. As if I belong to him. As if we belong together. "You are blushing, remember they have to believe we at least have fucked once."

"Shut up.."

“That one,” he says softly, gaze unfocused, fixed somewhere over my shoulder. “Near the VIP stairs.”

I turn my head just enough to see him, the man in black, laughing too loudly, checking his phone too often.

Good. He’s noticed.

Bruno tilts my chin up with two fingers, slow and deliberate. To anyone watching, it’s affectionate. Intimate. To me, it’s a warning.

The man near the stairs starts moving.

Bruno’s arm tightens around me as we follow, blending into the pulse of the club. Music rises. Lights flash. My heart is loud in my ears.

Two lovers drift to the dance floor.

“You’re good at this,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

“At dancing?” His lips curve.

“At pretending.”

His hand tightens for half a beat. “Is that what you think this is?”

The question hangs between us, heavier than the loud music playing. He begins to dance along with the beat, his body too close to mine. Anyone watching would assume we’ve done this before.

“If this were real,” I say before I can stop myself, “we’d be convincing.”

Bruno leans in, forehead almost touching mine. Close enough that his breath ghosts my lips. Close enough that one more inch would change everything.

“We are convincing,” he replies softly. He keeps dancing bagainst me, my back to him, this gives him better acces above my head where the VIP's are at. "He just entered the bathroom."

"What do you think we shuld do capo. " My hips keep moving along with the music. He looks at me with a smile I knwo too well, he knows exactly what to do.

He holds my hand and leads me where the bathrooms are located at.

I laugh softly, leaning into him as we follow, my head tipping toward his shoulder. Anyone watching would think we’re drunk, drifting somewhere private for reasons.

The hallway is darker, the music muffled to a distant thrum. The suspect glances back once. Bruno doesn’t look at him.

Instead, he dips his head toward me and murmurs, “Smile.”

I do. I even add a quiet laugh for effect. His arm slides fully around my waist now, pulling me close enough that our steps sync automatically. My hip presses into his with each stride. “You’re enjoying this too much,” I whisper.

“Focus,” he says, but there’s a smile in his voice. “You’re doing very well.” The bathroom door swings shut ahead of us.

Bruno stops just short of it, turning so my back brushes the wall, his body angled in front of me like he’s cornered me for a kiss. Anyone passing would see exactly one thing: a couple about to make a bad decision in a nightclub bathroom.

His hand comes up to rest beside my head, palm flat against the wall. Not touching my face. “He’s inside,” I say, quietly.

“I know.” His eyes flick to the door, then back to mine. “If we rush in, it breaks the illusion.”

“So we wait.”

“So we wait,” he agrees.

For a moment, neither of us moves.

The air is close. I can feel his breath, steady and warm. His gaze drops, but quickly recovers to my eyes. We both know.

Passersby look at us, muttering complaints about young couples these days.

“You’re supposed to look impatient,” he murmurs. “Like you dragged me here.”

I swallow. “And you?”

“I,” Bruno says softly, leaning just a fraction closer, “look like I didn’t mind.”

His knuckles brush my jaw as he tucks a strand of hair back, slow enough to be convincing, careful enough to still be professional.

Bruno straightens instantly. His hand slides from the wall to my back, guiding me forward.

His face is inches from mine now. I can see the fine line between his brows, the way his jaw tightens as he listens. His breathing is controlled, but I feel the tension in him.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs.

“I wasn’t planning to,” I whisper back.

The footsteps pause inside.

A shadow passes beneath the door.

Bruno doesn’t hesitate.

He leans in and kisses me.

Not rushed. Not clumsy. A deliberate, confident press of his lips to mine, warm, grounding, real. His hand slides from my wrist to my waist, anchoring me there like this is exactly where I belong.

For a heartbeat, I forget the mission. Forget the traitor. Forget the club. All I can think about is how naturally he fits against me, how the kiss deepens just enough to sell it, how his thumb brushes my side in a way that sends heat straight through my chest.

The footsteps move on.

The danger passes.

But the kiss doesn’t end.

When Bruno finally pulls back, it’s slow, like he’s giving me time to breathe again. His forehead rests briefly against mine. Just for a second.

“That,” he says quietly, voice lower than before, “was not strictly necessary.”

I laugh under my breath, pulse still racing. “You didn’t have to commit that hard.”

His eyes meet mine in the mirror. No teasing now. No distance either.

“I don’t do things halfway,” Bruno replies.

Then he straightens, composure sliding back into place like armor. He offers me his hand, formal, controlled again.

But when our fingers lace together, just for a moment longer than required.

I know.

"And I wanted to."

The bathroom door clicks from the inside.

“Now is the time to enter,” he says, looking around. "You are supposed to push me inside." He moves both of my hands to his neck and pushes both of us inside.

As we entered, my back 'accidentally' pushed the suspect back into the bathroom. "Do you mind?"

Thank you so much! I am very happy you enjoyed.

This is my first time writing smut so forgive me hehe I am still new to all of this.

Warnings: nsfw

As you were removing your jewelry into the countertop Bruno spoke. “That sushi place you wanted to try was truly divine mi cara, thank you for recommending.” The last part becomes clearer to you as he joins you in the kitchen to grab a glass of water for you to share. Offering the drink to your mouth careful to not spill any water, when you were satisfied he took the drink.

Bruno wore dark blue dress pants with a white buttoned shirt, complimenting the dress you had on. The blue dress feels like a love letter made of silk, chosen by Bruno with only this night in mind. Wearing it to dinner feels less like getting dressed and more like stepping into a moment he imagined just for you, where every detail says I wanted you to feel beautiful tonight.

Putting the glass on the countertop he suggests. “Did you have a movie in mind?”

“Yes, Mista recommended Nosferatu, something about a horny vampire, but you know I like goth cinema.” Bruno snorts at the first comment.

“Let’s first get dressed into something more comfortable huh? You look stunning like this but I would hate it if you ever felt uncomfortable amore mio.”

You both head to your bedroom, you sit on the bed while Bruno leans down to remove your heels one by one. “Thank you.” He responds by kissing your right calf, slowly trailing kisses down your thigh. He stops and looks at you with a starved man look.

You take his face into your hands making him lift up on top of you. You back touched the covers you felt the weight of Bruno on top of you but you didn’t mind. He began giving you short sweet pecs along your collar bone, rising through your pulse point further up to your jaw line and finally settling on your lips.

His lips are on yours now dominating you in every sense of the word, tongue tentatively licks your lips, you respond by parting them slightly. The kiss went from full and passionate to sloppy and wet. A small groan escapes his throat when you suck on his tongue. “Did I tell you enough times how beautiful you look tonight Bella.”

“You could say it more times and I wouldn’t mind.” A small laugh escapes him before continuing to kiss you. One of his hands was holding his weight while the other was finding its way to your collarbone. As he removed the fabric from you small wet kisses touched your skin, before you could even notice you were in your underwear, a set he had also bought for you.

“This set looks breathtaking on you, amore” He kisses your face, neck, chest, stomach and takes a moment to really savor the moment. His hand finds your panty line and moves it to the side, his index finger exploring the wetness that had begun to accumulate. Bruno settles on your neck softly sucking and nipping at the sensible skin close to your carotid pulse, two fingers enter you as you begin to feel electricity down your back, you gasp. “I know I know, let me take care of you.”

Now with his fingers inside of you he moves them in and out of you, flexing the, upside when inside and his thumb touching your clit in the process. One of your hands finds his shirt and you begin to unbutton it, his hand stops you.

You accidentally whine as you feel his warmth leave you. But before you have a chance to miss him he takes both of your thighs and rolls you on the furthest part of the bed, now fully leaving you naked, a striking contrast between the two of you since Bruno had only the first buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.

Before you have a chance to complain he finally starts to undo his belt leaving it on the floor and unbuttons his pants they fall on the floor and he steps out of them, his shirt follows next leaving him in only his boxers which quickly come out after. You smile internally at the sight of his already hard on glistening with precum. “What are you smiling at?”

“Stop teasing me capo.” Bruno grunts at your word, you knew how that word affected him, but used it nonetheless. He slaps your thigh in return that sends down pleasure. A moan escapes your lips when his tongue touches your clit mumbling things you can’t hear, two fingers enter you while he continues with his movements. Your thighs hug his face as he looks up at you without stopping, his eyes are dark and a mischievous expression is on his face.

He knows exactly what you like so you cum almost immediately, he reads your body so he allows you to ride it out it doesn't matter that your thighs are almost suffocating him, but maybe he likes that. After you’ve calmed down he comes back up and kisses you softly. “I love you so much.”

He lets you breathe for a bit before he positions himself between you using your cum and his saliva to lubricate his member, when he finally positions himself at your entrance he takes both of you legs on his strong shoulders, his hands on either side of your hips.

He enters you softly with a deep groan escaping his lips, each trust filled with love and care, he always made sure you were fully prepared. “Are you okay now?” He makes eye contact with you his eyes half opened and filled with pleasure. You nod your eyes closed. His thrusts become sharper and stronger, each assault fully filling you, both of his hands take your hips and move them closer with each thrust.

One of his hands moves closer to both of your pelvis, you feel another wave of pleasure creeping in. “That’s it you are so good.” Bruno drags in what seems to be a groan. Your hand nails at his chest and you feel his thrusts becoming stronger if that even is possible, his hand on your hip will definitely leave a bruise.

As your climax gets closer his movements become sloppier you can tell he is close too. With one final trust you feel it all, your climax and his becoming one leaving you both a mess.

Today I helped in a C-section, it was a very good experience, before that I never had seen a baby be born.

Thank you so much for your ask!

Also, thank you, everyone, for being so patient.

It has been a long week, for sure. After a whole week of studying and looking after patients without pay, because technically I am still studying, hehehe. Getting back into a creative routine would be hard, but it was quite fast.

I was so nervous about this new semester, ever since this one cardiology Dr had it out for me every class :(

Thank you for listening to my rant heheh.

Bruno Bucciarati

The whole team remains tired and restless this night. Each one of you is in pairs, hidden on different walls outside the Colosseum.

Bruno stands with his hands on his suit pockets, his posture is composed and composed as he could be after fighting Secco. He had asked the others to hide before he entered the Colosseum, but had asked for you, probably about to ask you to enter the turtle; he had grown very protective of you.

When all of the team was out of earshot, he finally spoke. "I wanted to speak with you before I enter." his voice doesn't give anything away; you can tell he is guarding himself.

"Is something wrong?" You ask, you have gotten to know him this past few weeks, growing very close specially after this mission. Betraying your old boss could bring people together.

He lets a deep breath out, his expression is gentle even in a moment like this. He seems to be weighing his ideas in his head. "There is a chance... I won't be able to say this later. And I don't want to leave things unsaid. " Before you could even speak, he raised his hand to stop you, and you let him keep going.

The air between you is heavy, but for a moment, only you and him exist.

"For some time, I have been feeling things. At first I thought it was concern for you, after all, you are my responsibiility you are part of my team." His blue eyes lock with yours. "But I've realized this past week that that was just lying to myself." He takes another deep breath.

"I think of you when I shouldn't, when I think about what's happening after all this, I imagine you with me, not just as part of my team." He laughs nervously. "I like you more than what is convenient."

"Why didn't you say this before?" You ask, still in awe at the confession.

"Because leaders shouldn't indulge in personal desires." You hold Bruno's hand, his grip tightens, and his gaze softens; his thumb brushes along yours in a tender way.

You stare back at him; it's not just eye contact, you feel as if your souls could see through your eyes. "Be egoistical for once in your life, you deserve it, we deserve a try." You say, his eyes sparkling over the ambulance lights going past you.

"You shouln't have said that." He murmurs. His gaze drops from your eyes to the curve of your mouth.

"Neither should you." You let out a breathless laugh. His lips curl into a hint of a smile, following where his gaze leads. You feel his resence ccloser to you, the warmth you had grown to love, it was unmistakable.

"Not yet." He closes his eyes, delivering a pecck on your head. "I want this, but if I kiss you now, I won't stop thinking about it when I enter the coliseum, if something goes wrong I don't want to-"

"Then go, but keep this as a promise you will come back safe." His lips leave your forehead, not pressing onto your hand softly, delivering a quick squeeze to your hands, and unspoken promises linger on his lips.

Leone Abbacchio

It was night, right after a mission. Everyone was tending to each of their wounds after none of them were fatal. Thankfully.

The mission was hard; it was planned days beforehand, but you all survived just barely.

Bucciarati and Abbacchio were debriefing in Bucciarati's office, Mista was feeding his pistols, Fugo was bandaging Narancia's wrist in the kitchen, Giorno was taking a bath, meanwhile, you were waiting in the living room, waiting for Giorno to finish the bath so you could take one too.

The room was quiet, the lights were dim, the air was heavy, and that's when you realize Abbacchio had entered your space. He had a stoic expression on his face, but by the way his eyebrows were tense, you knew something bothered him; it was better if you stood out of his way. You stood to leave, but his voice cut you off.

"Take a seat." His voice wasn't loud, but it was commanding. You decided to turn back. What could he possibly want in a time like this? Defying him would take more energy than you had left.

He takes a seat in front of you, a coffee table separating you. "You have been sloppy lately, you have been predictable, emotional. Today, we almost lost you and Narancia, and it was all your fault; you can't follow simple instructions." You feel your jaw begin to tense.

"But we are here, and we are alive, you are always emotional, and nobody bats an eye," You begin, but he cuts you off again.

"Don't you dare flip this around." He commands and instantly closes your mouth shut. In those quiet moments, he studies you, trying to solve whatever problem he has on his head.

"Why have you been like this? This isn't like you usually act." He asks, softer this time.

"I discarded Bucciarati's order, because you were in trouble; if it weren't for that, you probably-" You decided not to continue your answer; he already knew what you wanted to say.

"You are confusing things, and it's starting to cause a problem." He states. You feel tears coming out of your eyes. "Come back to me when you figure things out. If you haven't figured it out by now, then I have nothing to tell you." He hisses out, quickly standing up and ready to leave the room. You run after him, blocking his exit.

"What could I possibly be confusing Leone?" You huff. What could he possibly want me to figure out? Why can't he just be upfront?

"You are confusing your feelings, you are too nice to everyone- You are too nice to me." He declares.

"Well, if you haven't noticed by now, I like you, Leone. I thought it was obvious by now. I tried to keep my distance, but I sometimes feel like you hate me." You begin, you are sure by now your tears are falling out. "But you permitted everything, didn't you, you liked me getting close to you, what was it? Why did you?"

He sits there in shock, taking everything you are saying quietly. When you finally finish, he gets closer to you, wiping your tears away from your face.

"I noticed before you even did, I was too scared to confront it. " He starts, he takes both his hands into your face and hovers down so you can look at him without hurting your neck. "If I confronted it, then I would have to confront my own feelings."

"And truth is, I like you too."

Giorno Giovanna

You’re sitting on the floor, backs against the wall, sharing silence because words feel like too much effort. There’s dried blood on Giorno’s sleeve that he hasn’t noticed yet. He keeps flexing his fingers like they don’t quite belong to him.“You’re shaking,” you say.

“I’m fine,” Giorno replies automatically. You don’t argue. You just reach out and take his hand anyway. That’s when he stills.

His breath catches, barely, but you feel it through his palm. His hand is warm, grounding, human in a way he doesn’t let himself be very often.“You shouldn’t do that,” he says quietly.

“Why?”

He hesitates. Too long.

“Because,” he starts, then stops. Tries again. “Because if I let myself get used to it, I’ll notice when it’s gone.”

You squeeze his hand gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He laughs under his breath. “You shouldn’t promise things like that.”

“I mean it.”

Another pause.

He looks at you then, really looks, not assessing, not planning. Just seeing. Like he’s suddenly aware of how close you are, how long you’ve been there, how often you’ve chosen to stay.

“I didn’t intend for this,” he admits. “You weren’t part of the plan, but when things go wrong, you’re the first person I look for.”

Silence settles between you.

“I think,” he says, voice quieter now, “That I’ve been pretending this feeling was discipline. Or responsibility. Or trust.” His grip tightens around your fingers. “But it’s none of those things. Not entirely.”

You don’t interrupt him.

"I didn’t mean to confess,” he adds. “I don’t even know if I’ve done it correctly.” You lean your head against his shoulder. He stiffens, then slowly he relaxes.

“That’s okay,” you whisper. “I feel the same way.” He closes his eyes. You squeeze his hand. That’s more than enough.

Panacotta Fugo

There have been many places you have been on strikeout, but never a cute little cafe with cats. It was calm, a cozy atmosphere engulfed you, almost forgetting the mission you were on. You take a drink of whatever Fugo had ordered for you. A banana chai with almond milk and a dash of cinnamon, just like you liked it. Over the rim of the cup, you can see Fugo fighting with his tie.

"So... who are we looking for?" He had asked you if you could help him with something; it has happened before; he gets appointed to a mission, and you accompany him. He does that when he thinks his abilities won't be enough for whatever enemy he is fighting. Even if that's a wrong thought.

"Umm.. actually, I think we should leave, I think there is no one here. " He exhales, his cheeks have fully turned the color of the strawberries he loves.

You look around confused, the table you are seated on is beautifully arranged with tulips, pink mantle pieces, in a zone far away from other customers, with a beautiful look at the window and garden outside.

"Wait, Fugo... is this a date?" You can't believe you are asking this, you couldn't be right?

"No, of course not, I was just mistaken on the location, we can leave now." Fugo abruptly stands up, making a horrible screech with his chair, his passion fruit tea is still untouched.

"Can we finish our drinks at least? This place is nice." It's nice being alone with him, without all the noise of the house. Fugo is a calm soul. You were instantly attached to him the moment you joined Passione, something about him stood up to you.

Fugo nods, still embarrassed, and sits down, still not looking at your eyes, takes a drink of his tea, looking at the window. A little kitty approaches him; she is a tortoishell with a pink collar. She snuggles on Fugo's lap, finding a comfortable spot. Fugo pets her, and as he continues to do so, you can tell he seems to have calmed down. Lucky her.

Minutes seem to pass, and you both sit in comfortable silence, both of you sipping at your drinks and staring at the kitty on Fugo's lap.

Fugo clears his throat, still keeping focus on the cat, "I wanted to feel what it would be like." He starts taking a pause after his first sentence. "To have you in this beautiful place, just a normal couple on a normal date." The silence that follows is fragile; you have to choose carefully what to say, or else he's going to break.

"I would like this date, if I could participate in it."

Fugo talks softly. "This is a date, then." He finally looks back at you, expectation in his eyes, when he sees you staring back at him, a faint smile stains his lips.

Guido Mista

You’re standing too close. Again. Neither of you comments on it. Mista leans back against the table, arms crossed, watching you with that lazy, sideways look he gets when he’s pretending not to think too hard about something.

“So,” he says. “You’ve been weird all day.”

You scoff. “I have not.”

“You have,” he insists. “You dodged me twice, you flinched when I touched your shoulder, and you didn’t steal my food. That last one’s the real red flag.”

You huff a nervous laugh. “Maybe I’m just tired.”

“Mmh,” he hums, unconvinced.

He shifts, then reaches out without thinking, fingers brushing yours. It’s casual. Automatic. Familiar in a way that makes your chest tighten. You don’t pull away. He exhales through his nose, rubbing his jaw. “You’re gonna kill me if you keep doing that.”

“Doing what.”

“Making me think,” he says flatly.

The silence stretches.

Mista shifts closer without realizing it, then stops himself, glancing away like he’s suddenly remembered something important. "I mean, I think I have made it quite obvious that I liked you some time ago, I am sure the five months aniversary is coming soon."

“You like me?”

Mista swallows. “I mean. Yeah.” Silence.

It stretches long enough that you start regretting every life choice that led to this moment, the shared missions, the easy laughs, the way you’d kissed him before like it didn’t mean anything. Supposedly...

You begin to think to all the times. "This may explain some things."

Your stomach drops. “Explains what.”

He looks at you, really looks, then gestures vaguely between the two of you. “Well, I’m not in the habit of kissing people on the mouth as a greeting.”

He stares at you, expecting an answer. “Do you like me?”

"I mean, I can't say all of those times it was casual, I think it was never casual between us if I am honest.."

Then, more carefully than you’ve ever seen him be, Mista leans in and kisses you again.

This time, it means everything.

Ghriga Narancia

It was after a battle gone wrong that you are currently nursing Narancia's wounds. "Don't move." You snap. "Why are you always bleeding?" You ask more of yourself.

"I'm fine."Narancia lies.

You continue suturing his thigh; the wound wasn't deep enough to perforate any arteries, but it needed to be closed. His mouth is shaking, and he looks pale; you don't know how much blood he has lost already. Hopefully, when Giorno finishes with Mista, he can replenish Narancia's lost blood.

"You scared me, I mean, seeing you passed out on the ground, I thought I- we had lost you." You say, sincerely finishing up on the last suture. "I mean, you are trembling, let me get you a blanket while you wait for Giorno, some water too." You leave him on the table as you go search for the items.

"It's just the adrenaline, don't you worry," Narancia says, you can practically hear his teeth hitting each other.

"I don't care, let me take care of you so you don't go into shock." You open the water bottle, practically feeding it to him.

"I can do it myself, thank you.' Narancia takes the bottle and begins to drink.

"You don't even care about taking care of yourself. I hate that I care." You whisper, it's almost inaudible, but Narancia pick ups on it.

Yes! I appreciate your ask. I added the NSFW prompts af the end of each character.

I need to get more into the characters; I for sure will study them more in the future.

I guess it's quite obvious my favorite Squadra members are Rissotto and Prosciutto.

SFW/NSFW

Risotto Nero

Love language: quality time. He is very busy being the leader of his group. But for you? He will absolutely make time, and you would have his unwavering attention; nothing will be able to get his focus out of you.

He is dominating, in non sexual scenarios, he orders food for you, leads were you walk by putting a hand on your lower back.

Since he is freakishly tall,l he would hold your chin when he talks to be able to look at him.

He notices. He keeps quiet, but he knows when you are sad or when something is bothering you. He also remembers when you say you like.

Song: Flesh by Simon Curtis.

Has nipple piercings that he got to make his image more edgy, but they have made him a lot more sensitive.

Before you made it official, your relationship was purely sexual; you hooked up and then acted like nothing happened until it happened again.

Likes leaving marks on places only you can see.

The type to pat his lap for you to sit on.

He knows you have a hyperfixation with his hands, I mean, they are huge, he especially loves the way your small, delicate neck looks getting gripped by his hand.

Proscicutto

Love language: words of affirmation. If you were part of la squadra, he would be appointed on your first mission with you. If you were second-guessing yourself, he would make sure you were confident. If you were confident in your abilities, he would make sure you knew you were doing a good job. "Perfect bella keep that. You are so good."

He loves asking deep questions about you and your relationship. He enjoys getting to know you day by day.

Smells like expensive cologne.

Does your own laundry, he is hyper-focused on hygiene.

Song: La mentira by Luis Miguel

He would talk you through it.

Praising is his specialty: "You are doing so well, you deserve it, say it again".

He enjoys when his lover is all dressed up for him. He purposely invites you out for a fancy night out, making sure you wear that dress with the garments underneath so he can unwrap them later when you come home.

He likes it when you spend his money; it turns him on.

Melone

When he realizes he likes you, he will start stupid, playful arguments just to get more of your attention.

He is clingy, but in a good way; he knows when it's okay to be clingy.

Before things are official with the others, he holds your hand under the table and does things that he thinks other wont understand.

Love language: physical touch. Whenever you are together,r he has to be touching you somehow, your hands, your thighs, your shoulders, your hair, your face. He needs to have you near him.

He is meticulous with his partner; he is willing to try everything just to see what you enjoy.

Ghiaccio

He gets stressed easily by external factors. Someone is driving stupidly, and he gets pissed, but he makes sure you know none of it is directed at you; nothing you do can make him feel that way.

Overprotective of you.

Before one of you makes the first move, you tease him, and he gets flushed easily.

Love language: acts of service, he enjoys carrying your things, helping you out when someone gets your order wrong.

He is very reactive to you. When you initiate, he doesn't need to be told twice.

Gets overstimulated easily, but secretly enjoys it.

Illuso

He is observant of you; he has been since you joined La Squadra. He knows your routine; he has studied it.

He doesn't enjoy PDA, but behind closed doors, he is the most affectionate man you could get to know.

Love language: Quality time: he makes sure you have deep conversations to grow your relationship. He specifically enjoys the moments when you are doing a mundane task, maybe reading, and he just sits there in silence and stares.

Little touches throughout the day just to see how you react.

He is a tease, he edges you, his type is slow, and building up everything before a release.

Eye contact is necessary with him at all times; he searches for every reaction you have from him.

Formaggio

He has a whole repertoire of nicknames to call you, instantly sticking the ones that get a reaction from you.

Your relationship is filled with jokes and chaotic filtration.

Love language: gift giving, every time he goes out on a missiion he brings you things, specifically things you are interested in. If you like drawing, he brings acrylics, canvases, maybe poems, and rocks. Whatever you enjoys he brings.

Thank you so much! And thank you for your nice words. <3

Not a basic request at all, honestly, Bruno is my weak spot.

Bruno likes to keep things exciting, but sometimes, falling into a bit of a routine is necessary. He ensures his lover gets absolutely spoiled, and one effective way of doing that while spending quality time together is a date night.

He plans everything in advance. If you want to do new things, he welcomes the ideas, but you rarely need to say anything. He knows you so well that he plans the dates up to the very last detail.

He loves dressing up and having his lover dressed up for him. He would ask you out with a flower arrangement in hand, and sometimes even an outfit for the occasion.

His go-to date night idea always starts with dinner. He makes sure you are well fed.

He will always pay, as a capo, it's a known fact that you are his, so you will never see a receipt in your life.

If you go out for dinner, Bruno is the type to order many dishes, so you both can share and try different things.

You heard a knock on your door, and by just the pattern, you could recognize who was behind it. Your suspicions were true when you opened the door and found Bruno, your boyfriend, with an arrangement of pink tulips, your favorite. "Amore, I've finally finished a mission, let's go on a date," Bruno suggests after giving you a full kiss. You take the flowers, replacing the ones you had already in your vase on your livingroom table with them.

Bruno gets closer to you, hugging you from behind, his scent filling your nostrils, instantly calming you. "What's the plan?"

can i request some abbachio x fem reader angst to fluff? so, while he's at his lowest point bruno and reader never give up on him, and he feels that he doesn't deserve them, especially reader, because he feels that he's starting to fall for her and feels guilty because he thinks that she could do so much better than him and that he would only ruin her as well. please make it a happy fluffy ending in which they get together, and she makes him believe that he's worthy of love and happiness, i feel like abbachio does not get enough love around here

thanks!!

Of course, I totally agree. Abbacchio is such a complex character. Hope you enjoy it!

Happy holidays to you, too! And to everyone reading, even if it's a bit late.

Gaining Abbachio's trust was one of the hardest things you had to do; you could even say it was harder than joining Passione. Nonetheless, you were grateful to have met the man. Even though he put on a tough exterior, he really had a caring heart; you were glad you could call him your friend. 

But, in the last few days, he had grown unattached. To others, he may seem the same, but you knew better. It was easy to see through the facade he put on, so others didn't approach him. With you, he was different; he was easy-going, caring, an amazing listener, and overall supportive. Every morning without fail, he woke up before you. By the time you reached the kitchen to grab a glass of water, he had already done it for you, even brewed some coffee, your favorite blend that he had bought after you told him one time. “What type of stupid dreams did you have last night, Rora?” He questioned, grown accustomed to the silly dreams you had every night. 

But this morning you woke up before him, weird, maybe he went to sleep a bit late. He could need a bit more sleep. After brewing some coffee, enough for two mugs, you sat at the kitchen table, not before taking a book from your living room's book case. When your mug was only a quarter full you realized maybe Abba really needed those hours of sleep, it was rare but you were happy he was resting.

Continuing your book, you heard footsteps walking down the stairs. It was Abba, weirdly, he was still in his pajamas, baggy pants, and a white shirt. You were used to seeing him in his normal clothes as soon as he woke up; maybe he wanted a slow day today. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I made you some coffee.” You filled his mug, only adding a splash of milk, that’s how he liked it. You heard a small mumble, hello, thank you, as he took the coffee mug and returned to his room. Weird. 

A knock on the door was heard. You went to open it up, Bucciarati greeted you at the entrance, accompanied by multiple grocery bags. “Let me help you. “ You took as many as you could to make this a one-way trip. “Thank you, Aurora. “ He had the same idea. Now with the bags in the kitchen, you helped Bucciarat put away each item to the place it corresponded. On the last bag, you noticed some bottles of white wine. “Are we celebrating Bucciarati?” You were a bit surprised; no one in the house enjoyed white wine except for Abbacchio. “No, no, Abbacchio asked me to buy some.” The raven-haired man voiced uncomfortably. 

You stopped everything you were doing upon hearing his words. “I thought Abbachio had stopped drinking altogether…” 

“He drinks, occasionally. It’s always hard for him this time of the year. It’s the anniversary of the incident. However, he seems a lot worse than last year's; I don’t understand why, though.” Bruno, though seemingly talking to himself. 

You had noticed that Abbachio had become more reclusive over the past few days. You knew of the incident, as he had told you about it one night, which was the beginning of your friendship. You wanted to be there for him and thought giving him space was the best way to support him. “I think you should go check up on him, it’s not normal for him to be up still,” Bruno exclaimed, but you know it was an order. He was also worried for his friend, but his relationship with Abbacchio was different from yours. “I will.” 

As soon as you finished putting everything away, you went up the stairs to Abbachio’s room; his door was at the end of the hall. Knocking carefully on the door, there was no answer on the other end, but there wasn't a lock on the door. “Abba, please let me in.” You called out. Still no answer, you used your stand to unlock the other end and gave him a bit of time to get ready in case he wasn't decent.

Abbachio stood on the floor, his back resting on the bed. He was tucked into himself, head lowered, legs wrapped around himself, lowered eyes that couldn't meet you. “Please get out, I’m pathetic.” His speech was as if he were holding his breath. 

“I couldn't help but notice you looked off this morning,” you chimed in, walking closer to him, tucking one strand of hair behind his ear, unprepared for this, Abbaccchio flinched. You could see his jaw clenching. “I am always off Rora, ask anyone in this house.” Abbachio sneered.

“You do know I am here for you, right? I will always be,” you whispered, but Abbachio interjecter laughing bitterly, then went quiet. “I told you to leave Aurora.” He hissed coldly with a sharp inhale. You gasped at his comment; he hadn’t used her whole name in a very long time. 

“You don’t treat people that love you like that Abbachio.”

Running down the stairs, you accidentally knocked into Bruno. “What's wrong? Could you talk to him?” Your eyes were filled with tears that didn't dare touch the ground. “He doesn't want any company at this time.”

Bruno thought about your words. “I think it’s better we don't leave him alone, he gets sad this time of year, and that’s normal, but right now he isn’t acting like he usually does, there is another thing that’s bothering him.” He persisted. “This may be uncomfortable for you, but I think we should be there for him still, even if he gets mad; we are the closest people to him.”

You and Bruno decided to give Abbachio a day to think things through to resolve his emotions before pestering him. 

It was dinner time, and at the table sat Bruno and you. Fugo and Mista were on a mission and weren’t expected to return until tomorrow night; meanwhile, Narancia and Fugo had gone out for some drinks. Bruno had cooked this time; he had made pomodoro pasta and some chicken to accompany it.

“Do you think Abbacchio will come down?” You ask, fidgeting with your food, Abbacchio's bad mood had caught up to you, so you didn't feel like eating. Bruno took a small bite of his food, chasing it with a drink. “I think you should eat Aurora. Let’s not get our hopes up. “

You ate in silence. The house felt empty with almost everyone out; it was as if only Bruno and you were in it. Only the light in the living room and kitchen was on; not even one small noise from upstairs was heard. 

When you two finished eating, Bruno helped you take your and his plates to the sink. Since Bruno cooked, it was your turn to wash dishes, but first, you made sure you served Abbacchio; hopefully, he will eat later. You started to do the dishes, wishing Bruno a good night. You heard arguing upstairs but were not able to hear clearly. Shortly after, footsteps were heard walking down the stairs. 

Abbachio made his way to the kitchen; either he didn't bother to look at you or deliberately decided to ignore you. Opening the refrigerator, he quickly found what he was looking for, a bottle of wine. With movements that lacked energy, he opened the corch ant took a gulp from the bottle, leaning on the refrigerator for support. 

You walked up to him, slightly grazing his face so he could look at you, an absent expression saluting you. “Don't do this, Abba.” His face contorted into a painful expression you couldn't decipher, quickly coming back to his absent facade. Abbachio was not there; he physically was there, but it wasn't him. You understood, there was no way you were getting into Abbachcio’s head. 

The few coming days were the same; you only saw Abbachio twice, accidentally stumbling into him when he left his room, but if that happened, he went back inside, not allowing an interaction to happen. However, you knew he and Bruno were on speaking terms; you were happy he was talking to someone, but at the same time, you were jealous. Why wasn't your good friend talking to you? 

When the weekend came, Bruno put you on a mission; one of the followers of the old boss was apparently out causing havoc. “You will go tonight, you are partnering with Abbacchio.” You were surprised hearing this; you would think Bruno would give Abbachio a break. Maybe he was feeling better, which made you happy, but if he was feeling himself again, why hadn't he spoken to you yet? 

“Bucciarati, I respect you, but do you think this is the best idea? Abbacchio hasn't spoken to me in a week; I barely have seen him come out of his room at all.” Bruno had an unreadable expression on his face. “It’s for his own good.” He let out, quick and sharp. "He will meet you at the entrance at 7.” Good, at least Abbachio knows. 

—

The fight should have been simple, that’s what Bruno said anyway. But, nothing felt easy about tonight. 

Abbacchio stood a step apart from you; it was raining, which made his hair cling to his face, his eyes were half-lidded and staring. Moody Blues hovered behind him like a restless ghost, its presence felt heavier than usual; you knew stands were a reflection of one's soul. 

You were currently on a dimly lit street, hidden behind an alleyway. “Abbachio,” You started, making sure you kept your voice low.” You moved closer. “You’ve been off all week. Just tell me what’s wrong. “

Abbacchio didn't even dare look at you. “Focus on the mission, Aurora.” He said with a sharp edge to his tone, you knew he used that tone to armor himself, hoping he pushed you away. But he hadn't done that this week, he wouldn't do it now. 

“I am focused on the mission, but I also care for you.” You said, stronger, pushing for something, anything. 

“People like me are worthless, Rora, you shouldn't even have gotten close to me in the first place,” Abbachio said, curling his lip, flinching back when you tried to touch his shoulder. He hated that you cared. 

Before any of you could say more, the air shifted. “Stand user. “ You both said in synchrony. 

The stand user revealed herself for some reason, and that reason became apparent when you saw she was armed.

A pulse rippled through the room, invisible but suffocating, and suddenly your chest ached. Not physical pain, something worse. Emotion surged up without warning, sharp and overwhelming. Your breath hitched. “Abbacchio…”He staggered.

Moody Blues flickered violently, its form distorting as if dragged by unseen hands. “Dammit,” He grabbed his head, teeth clenched. “It’s targeting emotions.”The Stand user’s voice echoed from somewhere unseen. “Why fight it?” she crooned. “Let yourself feel.”

“Stay behind me,” he ordered. You looked up at him, rain mixing with sweat at his temple, eyes dark and stormy and so tired. “Abbacchio… what’s going on with you?” That question hit harder than the Stand’s attack. 

He turned away, pulling you with him. “Now is not the time.” But you didn’t let go.

The stand was beginning to activate another wave of its attack, confusing you. What you didn't see was that at the same time, the stand user was pointing a gun at you. Abbacchio stepped directly into the blow.

“Abbacchio!” you shouted. 

Thankfully, the shot fired didn’t hit him; he was safe. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“Yes, I did,” he snapped.

The enemy retreated momentarily, recalibrating. At that moment, Abbachio tackled her. She was a good fighter, but Abbachio was better; you stood in shock seeing the battle unfold. When you got to the fight, Abbachio had the stand user pinned to the ground in a hold, before you could even blink, she had stabbed him in his thigh. Grunting in pain, he fell, liberating her from the hold. 

You took out your stand, Toxic, and quickly slithered by her, successfully biting her. In turn, it made her paralyzed by your venomous stands. Your job was done; you could take her in for interrogation. Making sure she was in place, you ran to Abbacchio, kneeling on the ground where he was.

For once, it was just you and him. You pressed your hand against his chest, right over his racing heart, your other hand supporting his head. “You’re bleeding. You’re exhausted. And you keep throwing yourself in front of me like you’re trying to-”

“To atone?” he finished bitterly. Your breath caught. His laugh was low, humorless. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

Silence fell heavy between you, broken only by distant combat and the rain. Abbacchio’s shoulders sagged. “I don’t deserve you,” he said finally, voice rough. “I don’t deserve anyone.”

Your heart twisted.

“Abba-”

“I was a bad cop,” he continued, words spilling like blood from a reopened wound. “I failed someone who trusted me. I live with that every day. And then you come along, looking at me like I’m something worth saving.” He finally met your eyes.

“I can’t want you,” he whispered. “Because if I do… I’ll ruin you too.”Your chest ached. You cupped his face without thinking, thumb brushing away rain, or tears, you weren’t sure.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too, lie if you have to. “ He pleaded, with heavy ragged breathing. 

You cleaned and brushed around the hair that was in his face, the hand that was on his chest, and now on his jaw. Abbachio looked at your lips, then at you, letting out a painful breath. “Rora-” You pulled him closer to you, finally bringing your lips together, placing a tentative kiss on his closed mouth, quickly pulling away, dread consumed you. Maybe you misread the room? 

Abbachio pulled you in closer by your waist, returning the kiss, deepening it. “I feel it, Leone, I have done for some time. I won't lie, neither of us deserves it.” You murmured against his lips. You both stood in silence, being unable to open your eyes or even pull away. 

“I guess this little mission helped you sort things out finally?” Bucciarati’s voice snapped you ot out of any trance you had, Abbaccchio remembered the sharp object on his thigh. You both blushed at his comment. 

“Let’s get you two back, and allow Giorno to heal Abbacchio, you two can make out another time. “

—

It was now the next morning, after you came back last night, Giorno healed Abbachio, who had lost a lot of blood, so he was exhausted and fell asleep. You came downstairs for breakfast; this time, it was Fugo’s day of cooking. Thankfully, he was the best cook. “You should take that plate to Abbachio.” He signaled with his spatula a full plate of waffles with fruit and an omelette. 

You took the plate, honestly, you were nervous, after last night, you didn't know where you two stood, maybe Abbacchio didn't mean what he did yesterday, maybe he goes back to his cold self. When you reached his door, you took in a deep breath before knocking.

To your surprise, Abbachio welcomed you with a warm smile on his face. “Fugo told me to bring you this.” You signaled to the plate. “I can leave it on your desk.” You didn't dare meet his eyes. 

“You can come in, and maybe we can… eat together?” Abbachio's nervous tone made you finally look up. His soft eyes looked at you; his cheeks had a rosy tint to them. He no longer had a dark shadow looming over him. When you finally stopped staring at him, you realized he had completely opened his door, allowing you in. You took a step inside, leaving the plate on his desk, and, taking a seat on the bed, Abbacchio did the same. 

“How are you feeling after yesterday?” You began. “Your injury I mean.” 

Abbachio laughed warmly. “Fine, I think I’ll live.” You both stood in silence, it was both comfortable and tense. There was a looming question unanswered. 

“I think we need to have a talk, I owe you an explanaition” Abbachio started.

“I think I have fallen for you. At first, I didn't understand it, but I can't pretend anymore. I only like it when you call me Abba, I love when you play with my hair, I love our morning routine, I love the way you smile at me whenever you tell me a joke, I love that you remember the way I take my coffee, I love that we are a great team when we fight.” Abbachio had looked down, embarrassed by laying his feelings so openly like this. When he finished, he looked at you expectantly, his eyes were filled with fear and hope. “When I realized what this feeling was, other thoughts came flooding in, how I fail people that trust me, like that cop. You deserve someone safe, someone that isn't me.”

You took his hand into yours, and he unlocked your fingers with yours. “Abbachio, you deserve love; let me love you. Please.”

“Please hold me.” He pleaded, you could see it in his eyes. So you did. You were both lying on his bed, his head on your chest, your hands delicately playingwith his hair. “If you’ll take me, I swear I will do my very best.” Abbachio stared at you; his words were genuine.

Hi! Thank you so much for your ask!

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno is a capo, and he knows his team well. He knew each one of them was fully capable and would never put them on harms way if he knew they couldn't handle themselves.

So why did he feel so anxious about sending you to find out who was causing a disruption in the new night club.

Some days ago, a young guy was asking for Bucciarati, and he told him that someone was selling drugs without his knowledge. He quickly thought of you; your stand would be perfect for the job with the camouflage abilities. You didn't even need to fight him, just find out who it was, and then he could manage him.

You were perfectly capable of close combat even if your stand wasn't, and Bruno knew that. So why was he pacing in the entrance of his Napoli home? It had been almost 2 hours since you went to check.

"Bucciarati, you are making me nervous. It's going to be fine." Mista was sitting on the sofa watching some soap opera he wasn't paying attention to.

Bruno stopped his pacing; perhaps someone could take him out of his bad mentality. "I feel like I should've sent her along with someone with a defensive stand." Mista seemed to think for a minute. "Bucciarati, you know she knows how to fight, plus she is smart, she wouldn't pick a fight she knew she wouldn't win."

A noise outside caught their attention. Bruno quickly opened the door to find you; your clothes were full, plus a scratch on your arm that was beginning to scar. "Should've seen the other guy." You smiled, trying to relieve your capo's feelings, thinking he was going to shout at you for being careless.

To your surprise, your capo pulled you into a big hug. "Are you okay, mia cara? I am sorry I should've thought of a better plan."

This wasn't on Bruno's plan, but he had gotten attached to you, and he was now beginning to realize it.

Leone Abbacchio

Leone Abacchio has always felt alone. Ever since he was younger, his sense of justice didn't allow him to make a proper friend. When he entered the academy to be a police officer, he thought he finally could feel closer to someone; they share similar interests don't they?

When he joined Passione, he felt a special bond with Bucciarati that he hadn't found before in anyone. He would always be deeply grateful that he got to know him.

Still at night, the only thing he felt that properly understood him was alcohol. Deeply regretting it in the morning when he woke up with only empty bottles around him.

It was one spring morning at a restaurant when he met you. Bucciarati always looked for lost souls to join his famiglia; Abbachio didn't pay much attention to the new recruit. It was hard for him to trust new people.

However, he couldn't run forever, like he was used to. One night, the new recruit had found him alone in the shadows, nursing a wine bottle.

"You must really like wine, huh?" Abbacchio responded with a grunt, chasing it with a taste of the wine. He had grown tired of the flavor and the feeling. He surely couldn't live like this forever, could he?

After the fifth night in a row that Abbachio had found you lurking at night with only a glass of water, he started to have questions. He sat beside you, offering the bottle as a peace offering. You responded by taking a drink of your water. " Why have I been finding you here alone every night?" Abbacchio's curiosity had to be answered.

"I am scared."

The rest of the nights were similar, you both found eachother in the middle of the night looking for another soul to understand them. Bruno had quietly questioned not needing to buy new wine bottles every week.

It was the second month of your little meetings in the dark when you finally questioned. "Leone, why did I always find you here with a half-drunk bottle of liqueur?" Abbachio scooted closer to you, resting his head on your lap as you braided his hair.

Abbaccio had grown accustomed to this routine, "accidentally" meeting you in the middle of the night. After the first month, he stopped getting a drink, instead going directly to meet you, so you continued to play your little game. Asking a question each night. It had started out as light questions. "Is that your real hair?" "What's your favorite color?" But slowly, the questions had developed deeper. Answering was easy, in the dark, Abbacchio didn't feel as exposed.

This time, Abbachio didn't turn off the light in the living room. He paused for a moment, thinking of a good response to your question. As he was finally ready to answer, he looked up at your eyes, realizing they were already looking at him with full warmth and acknowledgement.

He didn't feel alone anymore.

Pannacotta Fugo

It was one Sunday morning, and every member of the gang was lost doing their own thing. Bucciarati and Abbacchio had gone grocery shopping for the week, Mista was taking a walk outside, and Giorno was nowhere to be found.

Fugo was currently teaching Narancia simple algebraic equations on the dining table, meanwhile, you were trying to read on a chair over their own arguing. "Fugo, I don't get why I would need to know how to find x. I don't see a point in my life where I would need this!" Narancia's voice could probably be heard across the house.

"Narancia, this is good exercise for your brain," Fugo said in what he tried to be a calm town but you could tell he was starting to get pissed off. At this narancia threw his pencil on the floor. "I don't need exercise for my brain, that's stupid. " Narancia taunted Fugo.

You knew Fugo struggled with his temper and could see he was beginning to get mad. On bad days, Narancia and Fugo attacked each other. The only one witha healing stand is Giorno, so it wouldn't be a good idea to allow them to advance.

You went over to them, realizing that attempting to calm down Fugo would be the best idea. You put your hands on his shoulder and began softly massaging, relieving any knots that you may find. He stared at you, confused, but allowed you to keep going nevertheless. "Narancia, it's simple and kind of fun once you get the gist of it. " Continuing to massage Fugo, you help out Narancia with the equation, giving him tips and tricks also.

Narancia finished around 5 other equations; it seemed like a good place to stop for the day. "Good work, Narancia !" Fugo exclaimed, now calmer after your massage. Narancia ran out of the room before Fugo gave him any more problems to solve.

As the days came, you understood that a simple shoulder massage helped Fugo when he felt angry. You were happy to help out, and Fugo was happy to receive massages.

"Let me at least return the favor to you." He said one day. It was a summer evening, and it was warm, so you were wearing a tank top. "I read somewhere that this cream helps soothe muscle soreness, and I heard that after yesterday's mission, you are sore?" Fugo said as he massaged the cream on his hand so he got it to room temperature.

"Thank you, Fugo, you didn't have to do all of this." You began but stopped as soon as you felt his finger massaging through your shoulder blades, easing into the knots with the help of the cream.

He just hopped he made you feel the way you had made him feel.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno Giovanna is used to helping others; he didn't mind, he knew Golden Experience was convenient. Taking this into account, he never allowed himself to get seriously hurt. If he got seriously hurt during a mision who would heal his team?

He didn't realize at first, but he always watched out for you over the others. You and Giorno had entered Passione together, so you developed a close relationship quickly, bonding because you both were the newest recruits.

Mista and Giorno were about to go on a mission when you went up to them. They didn't know the users or the stand that they would fight, so you were scared. You went up to Giorno, you had this little routine before missions since the first time you went on your first one. "Please be careful." You said as you took Giorno in a loving embrace.

"Should I also be careful or only him. " Mista inquired after some seconds of that hug. You playfully slapped his uncovered abdomen. "You too, you idiot." You said and gave Mista a hug that lasted a bit less than Gioirno's.

Giorno was driving the car, and Mista was feeding his Sex Pistols before the fight. "Are you in love with her?" he awsked nonchalant. Giorno seemed to choke on his own saliva for a bit.

Giorno got himself together before speaking. "We are great friends if that's what you are asking." Mista looked at him; he wasn't satisfied with that answer, but he decided not to push for more.

You were in your room waiting for Giorno and Mista to come back after the mission, as you heard a loud noise coming through the front door, you rushed to greet them. Taking in the scene, Mista had a slash across his abdomen that was leaking blood, but still, the worst one was Giorno. He was being helped by Mista on his shoulders, he seemed unconscious, he had multiple stap wound that were still bleeding, now turning your pink carpet into a dark red. "What happened to him?" you asked, distraught.

"Just help me out with him, then I will tell you, they knew to attack the healer first. " Mista places Giorno on the sofa nearest to him. You quickly begin to make your way to the first aid kit. You were used to helping out when the wounds were not as important, so Giorno didn't need to tend to them immediately.

Giiorno's wounds demanded attention but you did the best you could, hoping he gainied consciousness to helpp himself.

The next day, Giorno knocked on your door, waking you up from your slumber. Seeing him woke you up instantly, but still shocked he was up and fine after seeing how hurt he looked yesterday.

"Thank you for tending to my wounds, y/n, you truly look out for me, you must love me. " He says as he plays with a strand of your hair. "Of course I do, you idiot." But is it in the way he wants you to?

Ghirga Narancia

You and Narancia have been best friends for as long as you joined Passione. He was the first one to accept you into the group, even willingly goiing to missions with you when the others were apprehensive at first.

Everyone in the group thought Narancia had a crush on you; it was a running joke, but he didn't seem to mind. Plus, the guy was like that with everyone; he was always happy and energetic. And, it had been some years after the jokes began, and you still remained friends.

You two were currently watching a sad movie; it was not Narancia's choice, but you were on your period and emotional, so you wanted to cry. Narancia had gone all the way to buy snacks for the two of you, but some minutes ago, he stopped eating altogether. Normally, Narancia was a talkative guy, even in movies, but he stood there quiet, if he wasn't under the covers with you, feeling his warmth, you wouldn't know he was there with you, not even a breath was heard from him.

You imagined he was just into the movie, that is, until you started hearing little sobs from him, as if he was trying to be quiet. "Narancia, what's wrong?" You paused the movie, the remote being on your left. But Narancia didn't respond.

You scooched closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and that's when you felt him trembling. "Narancia, please tell me what's wrong." You turned him around, grabbing his face with your hand, that's when you felt his cheek was wet, and his eyes were glassy. "Are you okay? This time, you hugged him; his head was on your chest, his back to you.

"Sorry, I just, didn't think this movie would remind me of my mother." He said quietly, you knew Narancia's mother had passed, but that was about it. It was the only thing you two didn't talk about. "Narancia, you are my best friend, you can tell me anything, don't be ashamed to have feelings."

For some minutes, you two were in a comfortable silence, your arms didn't move from around him. "My mother... She died from an eye disease. I never knew what it was; my father never talked about it. " He said quietly once again. But I knew he wasn't finished. "I can't tell you why this reminded me of her, it just did. I am sorry for ruining the evening," Naranica said sadly, now turning around, leaning on your side.

"Don't say that you didn't ruin it. Thank you for telling me about your mother." You took his hand, feeling his thumb slowly stroke your hand. "I haven't spoken about her in about 4 years, it's nice to tell it to someone. You are a good friend."

Why did he get comfortable enough with you to say that? There have been some months now that he felt different with you, more comfortable, domestic even. Could he... maybe be falling for you? Narancia thought to himself, but decided that thinking about his feelings would be for another day.

Guido Mista

Mista's hygiene has been a running joke ever since Trish mentioned it that one time. It's not something that bothers him; he knows the truth. He showers every day, maintains his facial hair in check, and overall, he cleans himself well. Trish took him in a moment when showering wasn't a top priority; that's all.

Still, cologne is not something he was used to wearing, maybe if he went out, but on a day-to-day basis, he didn't. Giorno had given him two different fragrances for his birthday a month ago, but he hadn't had the time to try them. Until today, you decided to do a get-together with la Squadra to keep good relations with them. Abbachio was apprehensive at first, but Bruno liked the idea, so that was happening today at Libeccio's.

Mista had finished showering, and he traveled to where his room was after doing his usual routine of shaving and brushing his teeth. When he reached his room, he adjusted the towel on his hips, starting to search for appropriate clothes for the occasion. Opening his drawer, he saw the two bottles of cologne. A golden bottle caught his eye, Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male Elixir Absolu Parfum. He sprayed an area of the room to check the smell, he decided he liked it and applied it on different areas of his body. "Mistaa, why are you wearing a sexy fragrance?" Number 5 said, or rather screamed at Mista.

"He obviously wants to impress her, you idiot." Number 3 said with a slap on number 5's face. "Hey, number 3! No fighting!" sighing, " I am not impressing anyone, can't I simply start wearing cologne?" Mista started to change, quickly deciding to wear simple black dress pants with a black button-up shirt.

"It may be because y/n told him she enjoyed men who wore nice cologne?" Number 1 chimed in with the others. "What will I do with you guys?, you bettere behave at dinner." None of them responded. "If you don;t behave, I won't give you Lebbaccio's famous strawberry cake.

"Yes mista we will behave" the 6 of them chimed up at the same time.

Arriving at Lebbacios, you saw most of the gang members already there. La Squadra members still scared you a bit, so you searched for a safe seat. Mista was signaling you from his seat to you, inviting you to take a sit beside him, you smiled going to take a sit. Now in the middle of Mista and Giorno.

As soon as you arrived, your nostrils were delicately filled with a fruity lavender smell with hints of vanilla and tobacco. "Giorno, is that a new perfume? I have never smelled it on you. Aren't you used to more woody scents?" Giorno laughed as Mista's face was beginning to redden. "It's actually mine, is it too much?" Mista began on a ramble.

"No, no, it's actually very nice, it smells so good." Mista, for some reason, got a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Then if you enjoy it that much, perhaps I should wear more, huh, Bella?" Mista said with a newfound confidence.

"Yes, you totally should." From the corner of your eye, you could see Giorno slightly smirking. "Excuse me, guys, I'll go to the bathroom." Giorno quickly got out of his chair and left.

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All characters are aged up.

Bruno Bucciarati

Has a capo kink. He is fine when the guys call him capo, but when it's you he just can't control himself.

Bruno starts off by being dominant, but being submissive is his guilty pleasure. He loves when you have all the power and just use him to get your way.

Has a praise kink, he can't help but beg for you and fish for compliments from you, he wants to know if he's been good.

Totally buys you lingerie.

Doesn't make much noise during intimacy but breathes heavy and grunts.

Has an oral fixation. He focuses on his partner completely.

Don! Giorno Giovanna

Inappropriate use of a desk. He would call for you to talk about a "mission" just for you to end up bend over on his desk.

The jewelry he buys for you stays on. He loves seeing you wear what he buys for you.

Body worship !

Very bossy, makes you say exactly what you want otherwise you are not getting it, he has the self-control for it.

Pannacotta Fugo

On a day-to-day basis he is calm and collected. But intimacy with him is not boring. Being completely dominant is one way to calm his issues.

Accepting he is sorry is hard for him, he developed this unhealthy habit of getting in arguments with you just for the makeup sex.

Would talk you through it.

Absolutely loves when you bite him.

Guido Mista

He would love to do it in the weirdest places, every new place you are at he would like to try, always with the "I've got an idea".

Would beg you to leave marks and then tease you about it.

The messier the better, every session leaves him a sweaty mess.

He is loud!

Leone Abacchio

Sex is a very intimate act for him, before initiating he makes sure you are completely comfortable. If there is not space for proper aftercare he declines.

Mirror sex! Likes taking you from behind but also having an opportunity to look at you.

Would work up the whole day teasing you.