Requests Open:

Requests Open:

My request are open and I’m ready to write for anything! I am still finishing a few requests, but they all are almost ready to be posted.

I found a new page of prompts I’m willing to write for although honestly it would be cool if you all could submit your own ideas or scenarios. That would be interesting mwehehe!

Anyway feel free to request anything you want~! ♡

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i thought of a good idea so i decided to combine prompts :D

plz don’t kill me…i rlly value being alive 👉👈💗

Yandere Giorno x Reader

“The emotions you make me feel are too special, we must be destiny.”

“I’m in such pain every second we’re apart.”

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Giorno for all he could remember, was always alone. No matter how many friends and allies he gained on the way, they were always bound to leave at some point in time. Mista always explained that it was due to the golden winds of fate that were inevitable to avoid. Even though he knew he was right, there was still a nagging part in his mind telling him how it wasn’t fair. 

When he became the Don of Passione after a grueling battle against the former boss, he couldn’t help but be haunted by the death of his teammates who were undeserving of such an end. Slowly he grew to isolate himself in his office, stacks of paperwork and dim lighting being his only company as he gradually shut himself away from the world. 

The increase in his reclusive behavior was noticed by the ones closest to him. Polnareff being first though not saying anything, as Mista caught on last. They insisted on him going out once in a while, yet the occasional garden visits seem to do more harm than good. Although being the head of the biggest crime syndicate, he couldn’t have the luxury of staying cooped up in an office all day. 

After a little hassle in the exchange between other gangs, Giorno was forced to confront the ones who made the mistake along with Mista. Giorno’s black silk lavished suit, ironed of all the wrinkles, sat under his high-priced thick fur coat. Mista accompanied him, wore the same suit and pattern but with a different color scheme. The two set foot off to deal with the matters themselves.

Eventually when it was sought out and taken care of, Mista wanted to walk around again just like it was in the old days nonetheless with an opposing Giorno by his side. He casually walked in place, arms behind his head lazily supporting it. Meanwhile, Giorno continued to walk stiffly with his hands stuffed neatly into the fur coats' warm pockets. Mid-Winter in Italy wasn’t exactly the warmest, yet at the same time wasn’t as cold as winter in Russia. 

Mista pointed towards a small quaint cafe that was lit up under the gloomy weather of Naples. The vintage yellow tinted lights brought about a hominess to the small business inviting even the reluctant Don inside. 

Opening the small door, the bell rang indicating their entrance. It was moderately empty with one customer who sat in the corner. He was a middle aged man with small glasses that enlarged his bulky face. He sat there reading a newspaper drinking a small glass of espresso. In the background was a soft strum of jazz instrumental adding to the relaxing ambience the cafe carried. 

Giorno stood by the door as Mista fussed about the lack of service upon their arrival. The tanned Italian cursed as he huffed around the establishment complaining under his breath. Giorno continued to stand there not sure of what to do and let Mista do his own thing. He was getting quite bored and wanted to go back to his villa as soon as possible. He started to zone out on the checkered floor, the sound of piano keys sticking out throughout the radio’s instrumental. Little taps on the cafe’s tiled floor brought Giorno out of his bored gaze. He looked up to see a young girl around his age wearing the small establishments uniform. 

You looked busy and seemed to have your mind elsewhere as you ran to the front to greet him and Mista. Giving a short bow you apologize for the inconvenience as Mista berated you for not paying attention. Giorno, feet glued to the ground, eyed the young girl with an unknown interest. He was fond of how polite you were even when Mista was throwing crude remarks your way. You had a certain smile that he enjoyed seeing, a smile he wished he could wear like you. It looked so natural as if you didn’t have a care in the world and was truly genuinely happy. 

A small pat on his shoulder brought Giorno out of his transfixed gaze, Mista ushering him to stop standing by the doorway and to order something. Giorno silently nodded his head with Mista going to a small table in the corner to sit down. 

Once Giorno walked up to the counter, there you were closer to him than before. He could finally see the pearly white smile he was so mesmerized with. You were so captivating that he couldn’t stop soaking in your appearance. 

“What may I get for you today sir?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and interrupting his prolonged staring.

“Right. May I order a small cup of your earl grey tea?” He responded, his emerald eyes boring into yours. 

“Sure, that will be €3.77! Your order will be right up.” You gave one last smile before running off to start on the order.

Giorno turned away and walked to the booth Mista was at. Mista started to ramble about minor inconveniences he had as Giorno tuned them out. He placed a hand under his chin, resting and focusing back on the barista. Her form concentrated on brewing his order. The amount of care she put into making the hot beverage made him smile to himself. First time in a long while, he smiled. It felt foreign to him yet he missed it so much. 

Mista caught onto the small smile that adorned his best friend and bosses face. A smirk appeared on his as he let out a little chuckle, this time catching Giorno’s attention. 

“Oh whatcha looking at Giorno?” He snickered and wiggled his eyebrows.

“The barista.” 

“So do you have the hots for her or something? You're growing up so fast…” Mista wiped an imaginary tear from his eye as Giorno deadpanned. 

“I wouldn’t quite say that Mista-”

“You totally like her don’t you? I’ve been waiting for this day to come ha!”

Before Giorno could reply back to Mista’s ridiculous yet somewhat true statement, you came back over with both of their drinks ready in hand. Smiling again at the two, you carefully placed their drinks down trying not to spill them. Standing back up to full height you took a gaze at the men to only be stopped by one of them asking for your name. 

Smiling in return you gave them your name and politely asked for theirs. Mista started to talk your ear off as Giorno silently observed. He couldn’t help stare at your interaction with his friend, you yet again looking as happy as you were when he first saw you moments ago. A tingling feeling pooled in his stomach and his face felt like it was on fire. Yet it didn’t feel uncomfortable to him, he welcomed it with open arms in fact. His slender hands started to clam up and he began to feel that the heavy coat he wore was ten times more heavy. Slipping the big piece of attire off, he failed to notice Mista waving for his attention. 

“Oi Giorno, aren’t the drinks good?” He asked, that mischievous smirk coming back onto his face. 

“Yes indeed. This is some of the finest tea I’ve tasted. Has this cafe always been here? I can’t quite say I remember it being here at all.” 

“The cafe has been here for some quite time actually, it just doesn’t get much attention from the public that’s all. I was recently hired a little over a month ago for some extra cash to live on you know haha!” You giggled causing Giorno to subtly flush a hue of pink, although it was unnoticed by the other occupants around him.

“I see. I’m glad we found this fine establishment, I will make sure to visit frequently if the tea is just as good.”

You felt heat rush to your face as you clasped your hands together to keep calm composure. It was now Giorno’s turn to chuckle at your shy display.

“Well I will hold you to your word.”

The chime of the bell brought you out of the little conversation you were invited to. You quickly bowed once again and ran off behind the counter to attend to the next person's order. The rest of the time there was just Giorno and Mista enjoying their hot beverages while the cafe began to grow a little busier hitting its peak of the day. 

When Giorno finally returned to his villa and into the sanctuary of his room, he couldn’t help but think of you. Getting ready for bed, all you did was plague his mind and curiosity. You made him feel a certain way he didn’t know how to describe. It was such a nice feeling, a feeling he wasn’t quite ready to let go of yet. He couldn’t grasp the last time he felt so elated and peaceful. 

It was like you erased every nightmare he had and bad memory that was ingrained in his scarred mind. You even showed mild interest in him when he announced he would be back in the future. Surely you two were meant to be, it was at the right place and time. Just like Mista would say, it was fate. 

Gazing up at the crystal like the moon, he thought of you and your smile. Although the moon reminded him of your absence, your absence that resulted in the bringing of painful memories and thoughts. He laid there curled in bed, his arms wrapping around his legs as his emerald eyes stared out the window. It felt as if someone had a gripped around his heart, squeezing it just enough to not kill him.

Even now when his body wanted to cry, it wouldn’t let him. The sound of the golden wind, the wind that had taken everything away from him, was the only noise he could hear. It was as if it was taunting him. He shook and shivered just as he once did as a child, alone with no one there to help him. He hated this feeling and he knew who would be able to take it away. 

He would make sure to visit that cafe again no matter what it takes. 

Giorno made sure to go back to the cafe the next day. His leave from the villa surprised not only Mista or Polnareff, but the whole staff. This continued on for the following weeks. He would walk into the cafe formally dressed as always and have the same cup of tea. He became a regular, a regular you didn’t mind having. It was awkward at first with how silent and observing he was, but you both grew to open up to each other. 

You would sometimes sit down and have a cup of tea with him when the cafe wasn’t too busy. Having him around was pleasant, especially when he gave you advice on how to deal with certain things or situations. He was so mature for his age and you admired that. The two of you enjoyed the small conversations and became, what you thought, close friends. 

On the other hand, Giorno thrived on you. The small visits to the cafe were the highlights of his weeks. Despite being the boss of Passione, he always had time for you. He was so enthralled by you. No matter how stressful life would get, you thought there would always be light at the end of the road. The small unidentified lingering feelings he had felt on the first day, were only the blossom of true love. 

It was meant to be, you were made for him as he was made for you. You would help him heal the scars of his past and give him light. It was God’s will that you were there when he was at his worst, when he didn’t have the will to leave the comfort of his office.  

It had been a little over a month since the two of you had met. Giorno thought it was about time to confess his feelings and become what was destined to be. He had GER make him a bouquet of various flowers that all reflected the strong feelings he had towards you. 

It was around 7 pm, about when your shift ended. The cafe had its lights dim and the neon open sign was turned off. The clinging of the bell and rhythmic tapping of his shoes caught your attention. You were counting and placing money back into the register for tomorrow. 

Patting your apron you looked up towards Giorno with a surprised smile on your face. You chuckled and walked around the counter to stand face to face with your dear friend. 

“What are you doing here? The cafe is about to close, I can whip you up your favorite pot of tea on the house.” You offered, still grinning at the blonde male. 

“That would be nice, although that is not what I have come for.”

Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you finally processed his appearance. He still wore the same elegant satin suit, but he was more accessorized than usual. In his right hand was a bouquet of red and pink flowers, all blooming as if they had just been born. Looking back up to his green gaze, you saw his eyes crinkled in adoration. 

“We may have not known each other for very long, but I just acknowledge the strong feelings I have for you. Ever since the day we first met, I could never stop thinking about you cara. You make me happy, you make me forget everything I’ve had to endure. I love you y/n.”

All you could do was stand there, glued in place. Your brain is running at full speed to process everything he said. A bead of sweat ran down the side of your temple as Giorno offered you the bouquet of flowers. Nervously you grabbed onto them bringing them close to your chest. Trying to find the right words to say, you open your mouth. 

“T-That’s so sweet Giorno…but I don’t think we can work out…”

The tender smile he wore on his face immediately vanished. A frown rested on his face as his emerald green hues hardened while staring deeply into your eyes. 

“It’s just that, well…I’ve submitted my letter of resignation and am planning to move for the college I’ve been accepted into. I was going to break the news to you today…but you didn’t come. I just can’t see a long distance relationship as it isn’t fair to me nor you.”

The silence in the room was stifling as you waited for Giorno to speak. The hand that rested over his exposed chest area had dropped to the side where his other hand had hung. It didn’t help when his eyes stoically bored into yours. 

“You can’t leave…” He muttered.

Letting out a confused hum, you stepped closer in order to hear him better. All of a sudden Giorno grabbed your wrists, yanking you closer to him. The more you tried to squirm, the more his grip tightened. 

“I won’t let you leave like the others. I’m in such pain every second we’re apart…and you're planning to leave me?”

“What the hell are you talking about? Do you hear yourself right now?! You’re c- crazy, I’ve only known you for a month and you're already acting like we're in a relationship or something!” You exclaimed, still trying to wiggle out of his grip. 

“Do you not feel it too? The emotions you make me feel are too special, we must be destiny. We are destined to be together y/n. It was fate that day when one of the cartels had made a mistake, it was fate that there was an accident so we had to take this side street. Most importantly it was fate that led me to you.” He elaborated as he placed your hand on his exposed chest window. The violent beating of his heart increased your fear by how serious he was at this very moment.

“C-Cartel? Are you some drug lord or something?!”

Giorno let out a small laugh as he continued to speak. “Quite the opposite actually cara, I applaud you for almost guessing right. Well since you're mine now I might as well tell you. I am the don of Passione, I’m sure you know a thing or two about it.”

Your eyes widened like flying saucers as you took another glance at the man in front of you. The man you spent half the time of the week talking and sipping tea with, was the don of the most powerful crime syndicate in Italy? All this time you were talking to this man of high status like he was just an everyday citizen and now you just had called him crazy. You were screwed.

“Don’t worry cara, I would never hurt you. Now you must come back with me to my villa where you and I will start our new life together. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Immediately your survival instincts kicked in, you abruptly pulling your hand out of Giorno’s and making way towards the cafe's door. When suddenly you felt something grab you pulling you to the ground. Something holding onto your arm keeping you in place from continuing your pursuit. Quickly looking up back at Giorno, you saw him standing in the same place he had been for the past painfully long five minutes. Frantically looking around on the ground, there was nothing there for you to trip on or hold you in place. You were sure something was grabbing you. 

“Like I said before mio cara, I won’t let you leave. Now just accept our inevitable love…”

I saw the gemstone prompts and I was wondering if you could do Bruno Bucciarati with emerald, garnet and moonstone?💎

𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤: 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕠 𝔹𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚

Emerald, Garnet, & Moonstone

Emerald: How does the yandere show their love?

Bucciarati shows his love in countless ways ranging from showering you with gifts or affection. He wants you to know that he loves you and will go through any means to prove it to you.

Garnet: What is the yandere’s ideal future with darling?

His ideal future with you is having a prosperous family living in the quaint countryside of Naples where the two of you and your children can live unbothered by the harsh society around you. You only have him and turn to while you two raise your children together harmoniously. The quaintness of the home being away from the populus urban areas also calms his fear of what happened between his mother and father at such a young age.

Moonstone: Are there things that the yandere will hide from darling at all costs?

Yes and no. Bucciarati, of course, would want to shelter you away from seeing the impurities and dirtiness of the world, but will not refrain from lashing out if you refuse him countless times. Remember he is a mafioso and acts like it too. He won’t be afraid to act a certain way or even use Stick Fingers to do morbid things to you to prove his point.

Can I request Rhodonite, Angelite, and Alexandrite for Yoshikage Kira? Btw you’re becoming one of my favorite blogs! I love your work so much!

omg thankies sm!! i so happy to hear that you enjoy my work. you made my morning istg! i luv u sm kith kith 🥺💖

𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤: 𝕐𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒

Alexandrite, Angelite, & Rhodonite

Alexandrite: What brings the yandere the most joy?

Small sessions of occasionally having a cup of coffee or tea (whatever you prefer) really makes him happy. We all know that he does get off on your hands, but that is a dead give away but that is not the only thing he just enjoys. Being in your company is very pleasing and having a simple conversation with him is just enough than blowing you up trying to attain your hands.

Angelite: How calm is the yandere and what aggravates them?

Kira is a very calm yandere with not much changing his usual calm stoic attitude. Being a literal killer helps with this as he doesn’t show when he gets worked up unless it really is a threat like what happened with Shigechi and all. When you are loud and wild of course trying to escape or just threatening him in general, the willpower to not just kill you and take you for your hands starts diminishing. He will never do it but there have been close calls.

Rhodonite: Does the yandere want kids and would they force darling into having them?

I see Yoshikage Kira most likely only living with you. I can’t see him as a family man or someone like Josuke or Bucciarati who actively wants children. All he really wants is to live a simple life, not having your attention and touch on someone else even if it was his own flesh and blood.

We all love some good yandere Leone, and yours was great! He seems a very obsessive but soft yan compared to the rest of the gang. Just wanted to say thay your writing is really good!

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Oh really? Why thank you so much! I really enjoy making Abbacchio a soft yandere a bit. I don’t really see him as a sadistic type yandere.

Abbacchio has already went through so much in his past and it still haunts him till this day. His past is a constant reminder of his failures and how terrible of a person he is.

He genuinely believes he has no self worth if we were to be honest. When he elaborated on how the higher ups just make the decisions and he just goes along with them is just another thing that adds into it. Abbacchio admires those who have that self perseverance and have that confident to tackle life regardless of what he or she went through.

When he meets that special person it really just goes down hill from there. He doesn’t want to be the scum to ruin his darlings life as they are so much happier than something like him their to ruin it. Don’t get me wrong, he will step in when something threatens his relations with them and is nor afraid to risk all that he has left.

Life gave them to him no matter how shitty of a person he was or what he had done in his past, and he would rather die than let them slip through his fingers.

Okay I’m trying to focus on writing for Fate’s Binding and Let the Dead be Dead because it’s been a fat minute since I’ve worked on those stories. Feel free to send in anything, but I will be working on those right now.

Anyway I hope you all have a great day !! 🍎💗