Let The Dead Be Dead

Let the Dead be Dead

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

(ʏᴀɴ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪᴀʀᴀᴛɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

After the events of Vento Aureo, you are left to cope. Yet after an encounter you are left with another chance, yet was it really a chance to take?

The crinkle of blankets and small wisps of air that blew through the curtains letting in the rising sun woke you up from your peaceful slumber. Sleep was the only thing nowadays that seemed to be able to take your mind off the current present. It was easier to forget about the pain of the past by sleeping all your troubles away. That’s why sleep became such a luxury for you.

Even for a busy mafioso of high ranking, you made sure you were able to slip in time for a quick rest to make you feel as if nothing was wrong. Sometimes you would think about the times when you did take a brief catnap, shutting your eyes wanting to sleep after a long day of work. Just to open your eyes to see the entirety of your gang smiling back at you. Not all of them would smile, but you would like to think so. Even when they smacked and yelled at you to wake up, or grip onto you begging you to listen to the western rap with him, they were all still precious memories.

Slipping out of bed felt like a chore. You had to put on your finest material to make sure it radiated high status so you weren’t mistreated by the new recruits after the downfall of the last boss. Along with your makeup, applying some on to be noticeable yet not caking it on to where it looked like you were going to a low rent strip club. The last thing being a golden zip earring on your left ear.

Opening the door to your shared villa with the rest of the remaining familia, you walked towards the upper floors to the office of your boss and dear friend. It was early morning which meant the staff was busying either preparing food or doing the daily chores for the day. An occasional maid was there every now and then, vacuuming the expensive Persian rugs or dusting the antique wooden shelves.

Just as soon as you stood outside the thick wooden door which radiated secrecy from anyone besides you or your close companions, you opened the door. There was Giorno, already sitting in his chair reading over some documents and signing them if needed. He always looked so graceful, as if nothing bothered him in the world. His face was always calm as his emerald eyes always held unknown emotions. He made sure his appearance was perfect which you initially thought was because he was so young that he didn’t want anybody to underestimate him for his age.

There sat at the edge of his desk was a bottle of Silent wine, a datura flower in a clear cylinder vase, and a golden zipper hanging off of a black stand. Quickly averting your attention away, you began to greet Giorno.

“Morning Giorno.”

“Good morning to you as well y/n.”

The conversation ended at that. You picked up the envelope that lay on the desk with your name boldly written on it. Next to your envelope was a piece of paper formally addressed to Giorno. You slowly leaned over to pick it up, the almost weightless object in your hand sloshing back and forth from the opening windows in the room.

“That piece of paper is from an unknown associated party. We don’t have much of an idea about their whereabouts and I don’t want to continue out that way. I’m sending you to the address that is at the bottom. Be careful, we never know what to expect from anyone nowadays.” Giorno briefed you before turning his attention back to the contract in front of him.

Letting out a small sigh you turned around and left the room. Mista walking by you with his head in his arms whistling a tune. He gave a small wave and wiggle of eyebrows as hello when you walked past him. He always was a happy-go-lucky type guy and it irked you that you were placed on this mission instead of him…maybe Giorno was right about sending you actually.

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With a fast pace, you walked towards the destination marked on your little sticky note in the palm of your hand. Occasionally the locals would recognize you and wave, even inviting you for a mid-morning appetizer. Being there for business you had to respectfully decline.

Although what hurt you the most was the two older ladies that sat in foldable chairs under a fruit stall. You could recognize their face from anywhere. They were once close acquaintances towards your formal Capo or first love.

Bruno Bucciarati was a name you held in high regards and would never ever forget. Not only did he save you from your eternity of loneliness and poverty, but he gave you another chance in life. It was not long until you harbored romantic feelings for the male, yet he never knew anything of it. It seemed better to keep it that way as you didn’t want to add more onto the already busy and stressed workplate he already had.

The night when you all were driving towards the colosseum and he had told you of his condition, you broke down. You remembered the exact moment when his ocean blue eyes gazed at you through the rearview mirror. A small melancholy smile upon his ‘dead’ lips trying to find some sort of way to comfort you. When he departed from the body he inhabited, you sobbed all that morning with the crushing reality of never being able to be with him ever again.

That moment continued to haunt you.

Cursing to yourself, you made a beeline past the stall trying not to look at their expectant gaze. How you wished you could lay in your bed and forget about ever doing this.

By the time you made it to the location, it was an abandoned run-down building on the rural outskirts of the town. Just looking at it made your face scrunch in disgust. You decided to summon your stand for safety measures in case anyone decided to attack you.

The clicking of your shoes echoed down the hallway. Duel doors waited in front of you, one of them creaked open just enough to know that someone was there. Taking a deep breath, you opened the doors with a harsh push expecting someone to be waiting for you. All that was there was a massive dark moldy room. A record player in the center that seemed to not have worked in a long time.

Hesitantly stepping closer to the old machine, you finally stood in front of it. The wooden table it rested upon looked as if it suffered through years of abuse from insects of various kinds. Grimacing at what lay in front of you, you reached your hand out touching the vinyl. A casing looked to be stuck underneath the needle of the machine.

Mentally sighing you tried to pry the vanilla envelope from the needle yet it wouldn’t budge. After a few more attempts, you put your gaze onto the needle that was stuck in place. The needle appeared odd-looking as it didn’t really look like a needle but a sharp object that was substituted for the original broken one.

Meanwhile, you were focusing your attention on the particular piece you failed to notice the lurking figure behind. A sharp pain erupted from your neck as you fell to the floor. Your immediate response was holding the side of your neck that was pouring and gushing out with your own blood. The pain making it was to your throat as you failed to let out noise for help.

Dropping to the floor from the sudden blood loss, you began to lose consciousness with the last thing you saw being a golden zipper dropping onto the floor.

Hello Momo ✨ I just know about your blog and just want say I love your writing ❤️

One question though, do you write yandere poly relationship ? (Sorry if the question make you feel uncomfortable, you can ignore it)

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Hmm, it really depends for me...

I don't really write ships plus the reader. It feels really weird for me to be honest.

For Example: BruAbba x Reader

I would write both of them in love with the reader, but not the two being together then liking the reader. I don't want to make anyone mad or disappointed, it's just how I feel!

I hope this answers your question anon~! Thanks sm for your support!! Have a nice day !

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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.

*stands on pedestal and taps mic* hello can I request number 100 and 12 for Bruno or Risotto, oh and with a male s/o if possible!

Yandere Bucciarati x Male!Reader

Prompts #12 & #100

“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be okay.”

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long.”

You had a nagging pit in your stomach while patiently sitting on the boat by the dock in front of the tall church. Something wasn’t sitting right with you as you were ordered to remain on the boat. Looking over, Mista and Narancia were fighting over the last chocolate confection as Fugo looked around for some water to cure his parched throat. Abbachio was silently sitting there as Giorno looked focused on something that looked to be important.

His blonde eyebrows furrowed in concentration or one could say frustration. Something was up and you weren’t going to just sit around while blindlessly waiting for it to come. Taking one last glance at the group, you urgently hopped off the boat granting the surprise of the others.

“What are you doing?! We’re going to get in trouble, not only by Bucciarati but the boss himself!” Exclaimed Fugo as he ditched his little crusade for water.

“Don’t you feel it? Something is off…I don’t like it and I’m not just going to sit around to find out. I worry about Trish and most importantly Bucciarati.”

“Are you out of your mind?! This is the boss we're talking about, you can’t just waltz in there!”

Fugo continued to rant on as the others stared in confusion. You ignored him and hastily approached the chapel. Giorno as well stood up and looked like he was planning to make a move.

Upon opening the doors a familiar noise you’ve grown accustomed to was heard. The sound of Sticky Finger’s zippers. Picking up your pace, you pulled a full on sprint making your way down the stairs. Rounding the corner on the marble stairs, you saw a sight you never wanted to see Bucciarati bleeding out as he was dragging Trish with him. You failed to notice a shadowy presence in the corner of your eye making an escape.

Rushing over to Bucciarati you called upon your stand The Sound of Silence and put your stand into effect. The atmosphere around you and Bucciarati froze, the blood bleeding out of him remaining in place as you continued to drag him and Trish up the stairs.

The sound of another pair of footsteps got your attention. Starting to call for help the footsteps grew louder and closer. Giorno stood there, panting and holding one of his brooches. Catching sight of you, he immediately ran his way downwards to assist the three of you.

Bucciarati was in a moderate stable condition, but your stand wouldn’t stop the bleeding for long. Trish’s hand was still zip to her wrist, unconscious from what you could guess. Giorno kneeled down and started to heal Bucciarati’s wounds, his dull eyes gaining the light they once lost as they stared into your own.

Slowly but surely Bucciarati was healed, feeling the weight of his head resting on your lap. A few moments went by with the prolonged eye contact before you looked at Giorno who gave a brief affirm nod of his head that everything was fine.

The church's doors were slammed open as the others made their way towards you all. All of them confused by the distressed look on your faces and the sight of Trish’s harmed body.

“W-What happened? Why is Trish like that? What happened to the boss?!”

All of them started to bombard you three with questions, Giorno standing up to confront the group. Looking back down into Bucciarati’s ocean blue eyes, his eyes met yours. Your eyes widened at the fact he had been staring at you the whole time.

“Bucciarati, are you ok? You took a really bad blow…I just want to make sure you're alright…”

Bucciarati rapidly blinked and sat up, a small smile cascading over his attractive features.

“I’m just fine, do not worry. If it weren’t for you coming in and alerting Giorno, I would have been dead. Thank you y/n, I’m truly grateful for what you have done.”

Smiling at your Capo’s praise, you brought your gaze back to the frantic group. All their eyes darted around as they continued to ask what was wrong. Bucciarati got up and cleared his throat, getting the attention from the others. He explained he would tell them once they were outside and not in the dangerous church where the boss might’ve still lingered.

Walking outside you saw Bucciarati looking out of the corner of his eye. Quickly looking away, you made your way back to the dock where Bucciarati announced he betrayed Passione. He then asked for help explaining that it was okay if they decided not to join him.

The shock of the situation ate away at you, your hands fidgeting as you kept your eyesight locked onto the ground. Giorno was already in the boat as was Abbachio who decided he was going along. Mista agreed as well and continued on the boat, him eyeing his gun ignoring the others as if he was convincing himself that it would be fine. Narancia looked like he was about to have a breakdown, torn between if he should go or not. Then there was Fugo who went against it as he backed slowly away from the boat.

In the end Narancia came along with Fugo staying behind, the rest of you were riding in silence on the boat. No one dared to speak as the atmosphere rang heavy. Still in disbelief on the decision you heard a shuffle next to you. Slowly looking up, you saw Bucciarati’s concerned face as he reached over towards your shaking hand.

“Are you alright? You don’t look so well. I shouldn’t be asking that, we did just make a life threatening decision. I just want to say, overall I am really grateful you came.”

Peering up to meet his gaze, you let out a small smile. Your eyes shifting back down to his olive tan hand holding yours.

“Thank you Bucciarati, I’m sure we all will get through this together and take down the boss.”

Bucciarati nodded at your response, continuing to hold your hand during the way there.

You looked back at that moment as you laid there bleeding from your severed arm. The scarily large amount of blood coming from your wound frightened you. You didn’t want to die, it was too early for you and you didn’t want to go out like this. You wanted to see your gang, you wanted to see Bruno.

His warm gaze that day was something you wished you could see again, but the only thing you saw was the dark weather ceiling of the colosseum. Your labored breathing became steady as your body was fading, your eyesight as well. You heard a noise, but couldn’t make out what it really was. A few shuffles accompanied it as a familiar white suit enveloped your vision. A few curse words were heard until the sound of zippers rang throughout your ears.

“H-Help me…I don’t w-want to die-” You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes as your mortality hung above your head.

“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be okay. There’s no need to worry, I’m here.”

About to whip your head towards Bucciarati, you failed from the lack of energy your body had. Steadily your eyesight came back and you were able to see all of Bucciarati’s consoling gaze. His hand gently wiping the stray tears on your face.

“I-I thought I was going to die, I didn’t want to die until I saw all of you guys win. Where is everyone?” You questioned as your colored orbs darted around looking for the rest of your teammates.

“No need to worry, they are doing just fine for now. When you were injured and thrown by Diavolo, they all thought you'd died. I couldn’t just leave you like Abbachio…you mean everything to me y/n. Once this is all over, you and I can go back to Naples to my private house. It may not be big, but I believe it would be a perfect starting point for us.”

The words Bucciarati said started to confuse you. The others thought you were dead? Not only that, but he was talking about feelings you never even heard of.

“What are you talking about Bucciarati? W-We have to go help the others!” You declared, trying to get the working muscles from your severed arm working again.

“No we don’t, they are just fine right now. You're injured. I may have re-attached your arm although I cannot make up for all the blood you lost. You're still in shock from the fall as well, I would rather die than have you risked going back out there to only get yourself killed. I care about you too much to let you go. I love you.”

“This isn’t funny Bucciarati! Our teammates are out there fighting the boss, we can’t just sit here waiting for the others to do everything for us.”

“Yes you can. The boss has already been defeated alright, so stop insisting about meeting back up with everyone. You're not going back.”

Before you could open your mouth and respond to Bucciarati’s statement, lips were upon yours. His lips making haste against your own as pure undeniable passion radiated from them. The feeling of his semi-chapped plumped lips intertwined with yours, as both of your saliva mixed together. This moment felt like forever as you were forced to endure Bucciarati’s foregin lips on yours.

Finding and summoning all your strength, you pushed Bucciarati away. Eyes blown wide open as you stared in shock at your capo.

“Why did you do that? Bucciarati-”

“Call me Bruno, we’ve known each other long enough for us to call us by our last names. You saved me from meeting my y/n, I remember the distraught look in yours eyes as you worried for my own well-being. You’ve proved to me countless times of how amazing you are. I thought my feelings for you were odd, different from the others, but I’ve figured out that truly I’ve been in love with you. I’ve learnt that you don’t need the others after you’ve been injured by Diavolo. You need me just as I need you.”

Bucciarati crept up next to you as you laid there with no more energy in your body to reject his on-going advances. He scooped you back into his arms and placed a hand on your cheek leaning down to get closer to your abused lips. You squirmed trying to turn your head away from his closing lips. Bucciarati’s left hand pulled your head closer to his as you felt the small puffs of air from his mouth.

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this , I wanted to do this for so long.“

Before he could lean down and kiss you again, panic-stricken footsteps interrupted Bucciarati from continuing any further. The footsteps stopped outside the wall in the cell.

“Bucciarait are you okay? Where is y/n? I can’t find him!” Narancia’s distressed voice exclaimed.

Opening your mouth to call out for help, you were stopped by Sticky Fingers zipping your mouth shut.

“I haven’t found him yet. Keep looking somewhere else, I’ve gotten this area covered.”

A hum was heard before Narancia’s footsteps faded in the distance. Bucciarati brought his attention back down to you. A cocky smile as if he were mocking you for thinking you could have ever gotten away.

A few zipper noises were heard and then you lost feeling in your limbs. Bucciarati stood up and dust himself off. A few specks of dirt were still on his suit as he turned away, stopping at the archway.

“I will come back for you once they are all gone. I love you mio caro.” Then he left.

Maybe Fugo was right, maybe you should’ve never gone into that chapel.

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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If you’re still doing them, may I request carnelian, emerald, and diamond for Yandere giorno? Have a great day!❤️‍🔥

𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤: 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒

Carnelian, Emerald, & Diamond

Carnelian: How does the yandere learn more about darling?

If it was Giorno before he became the don of Passione, he would have to rely mostly on himself and Golden Experience. Since really before he got a spot in the mafia, he was by himself living in the school dorms trying to make it by. He would follow and observe you. Sometimes (and this works for either Giorno), he would use Golden Experience to create an animal he knew you like and would take it in a bit. It just gives him another loophole.

Emerald: How does the yandere show their love?

I know a common thing that other writers and I agree with is showering his darling with gifts and stuff. Yes of course he would do that yet he doesn’t want to be materialistic and gain your love just on what his money can buy for you. He grew up with a materialistic mother and a part of him is wired to think that if he buys you gifts you will love him back. He can’t help it though because a part of him agrees that buying people gifts and lavish wear would bring love to him. He saw it many times and somewhat it stuck in his subconscious. Although he fell in love with you because you were different, not corrupt like his family and the other low-lives out there who are just in it for the money. He loves physical contact and would give try to give it to you. I would like to say he is shy, but at the same time, he is bold? Also, he loves making flower beds and crowns or cute little things associated with animals or something nature of sorts.

Diamond: What does they want from their ideal darling?

Giorno wants to have a darling who loves him as much as he loves them. He doesn’t want them to be submissive per se, but he would agree that he would want someone who would listen to him to stay inside the golden little room prepped for them if needed. He wants that affection and doting nature a lover would give their significant other due to how deprived of it he was in the past. Giorno is a dedicated person and lover so it would be quite nice if he could have someone who could tolerate it with ease.