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Of Love and Lust: [Various Vento Aureo x Reader] Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

Genre: smut/romance

Tags: implied relationship Recommended Songs: Your Body is a Wonderland by John Mayer, Sunday Morning by Maroon 5

It was a surprise, really. You don’t exactly recall what led you here, but you don’t mind the events that transpired moments earlier. All you knew was that you were with your boyfriend, Bruno Bucciarati, enjoying the comfortable silence that surrounded the two of you, hearing the gentle drip drop of rain. Soft mummers and chuckles filled the chilly air, lips dancing against each other and words of love and comfort were exchanged, here and there and before you knew it, the two of you were en-route to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind, soft and gentle laughs echoing the rooms. When it came to intimacy, Bruno was as equally gentle and caring as he was. There was a moment where he would be a cheeky man and there were times where he would mutter words of praise against every part of skin his lips would land on.

His movements were through and precise, gentle but passionate, and every movement, every snap of his hips would send you into a flurry, senses on overdrive before the two of you crashed, breathless and basking in the afterglow of it all.

It wasn’t just sex with him, to the both of you, every session wasn’t like that. He made sure that if you were to do it, he would make sure your body and soul would feel his love. Even in the aftermath, Bruno still made sure you were okay like he would always do and would whisper honest words of affirmation that he will still be there when you wake up.

After all, he did love you, and you did the same.

If you’re comfortable with it could you please do bucci gangs reaction to s/o telling them that there pregnant?

why would i ever turn down such a sweet request! sorry for the wait anon~! i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing for it! 🍒💖

Bucci Gang Reacting to Pregnant s/o

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Giorno Giovanna:

-The time you confessed you were pregnant was when Giorno got home from an entire day in the office.

-You confronted him as he started to take his coat off and unwind from the day. The stress showing in the small yet noticeable eye bags. Honestly, he was running on autopilot.

-When you dropped the bomb, it took him a few moments to register it. A couple of clueless blinks before he rose up, his arms dropping to his side forgetting what exactly he was doing.

-By the time it clicks in his brain and the longer he stares at your unsure look, he slowly makes his way towards you.

-His arms wrap around you as you feel the curling of his lips against your neck exposed skin.

“I’m so glad mia cara, this new gift of life being further proof of our undying love.”

Bruno Bucciarati:

-It doesn’t take him a long time for him to notice, not with him being a walking lie detector.

-Bucciarati will catch onto the nervous glances you give him, even if they are small and subtle. After years of being involved with the mafia, he knows when a person’s moods shifts.

-The confrontation starts with him watching you cook the evening’s dinner. Sitting at the kitchen counter silently, just watching you.

-You turn around slowly asking whatever he meant by his offputting comment, although you can’t hide it for long and just decide to spill the beans.

-He is ecstatic and makes his way over to you. Enveloping you into a loving embrace, he asks why you decided to hide such an amazing miracle from him.

-Please give this man a child already.

“You cannot believe how happy I am bella, we can finally be the family we always dreamed of.”

Guido Mista:

-I just want to say that he is probably the one who least expected any of this to happen. He just wanted to try one session (actually many before without it) without protection and you can probably guess how it happened. Who guess that would have happened?

-He is astonished and in pure shock when you drop this nuclear missile on him. His eyes bulge out of his head and you see no thought behind those dark pupils of his.

-For a second it scares you before he scopes you up in his arms, engulfing you and laughing like a madman. It also scares you because you have no idea if he went off the deep end or he is just genuinely this happy.

-He assures you that it was out of pure joy and that this was something he looked forward to.

-Mista overall is just so happy and then actually become overprotective for the next nine months

-Good luck :)

“Don’t look at me like that babe! I can’t help myself from imaging our little future family!”

Narancia Ghirga:

-Just like Bucciarati, you are a little frightened to tell him. You don’t know if he’ll react poorly or not, you didn’t want to take that chance.

-Narancia will notice this and recon with Bucciarati at first. He thinks that you lost feelings or something else that dire happened.

-When the confrontation begins, he can’t help but fidget and break out in small beads of sweat as you continue to stare at him.

-The moment the words “I’m pregnant” leave your mouth, his jaw drops. Bright violet eyes stare back into your own as you try to read his expression.

-After a few minutes of awkward complete silence, you are then tackled by Narancia’s arms. He strongly grips onto you as if you would disappear any moment.

-Small tears are shed as he chuckles and whines about how happy he is. He then rants on how much you and him would make amazing parents.

“I-I’m just happy…! This is all I could ever ask for, thank you so much y/n!”

Leone Abbacchio:

-Out of all of the Bucci gang, he is probably the one you most likely would be intimidated to tell. His silent abrasive behavior being the side of the coin you wouldn’t want to receive.

-He would, just like Bucciarati and Narancia, would be the one doing the confronting.

-It comes off more of him barking at you (not like a dog you people who think that), but him being that way because he braced himself in advance thinking that you were going to break up with him or something.

-He takes a step and goes through the whole shocked anime protagonist moment as if he just got outsmarted by his opponent.

-You frown at the prolonged silence and walk away into the other room to lay down to sleep away from the previous encounter.

-You fall asleep to be wakened by strong arms wrapped around your stomach. Hands wandering around and slowly caressing that area.

-Abbacchio apologizes for the way he acted and confesses how happy he is on how life was merciful enough to bless him with you and his future child.

“To think after everything I’ve done and yet I am granted with another chance to be happy with the person I love the most”

Pannacotta Fugo:

-You decided to confess it to him when you are having your small tea and reading session.

-While Fugo is sipping on some tea and getting really nose deep into the book, you tell him and all that tea just splatters on the table.

-He is a gawking mess before cursing to himself on how much of a mess he has made.

-He then diverts his attention to you and begins an interrogation on how long you’ve been, why decide to tell him now, are you okay that he was the father, etc.

-You notice the look of hesitance in his eyes and reach out to hold his quivering hand.

-Now it’s Fugo’s time to confess his insecurities he has a father and it turns out with the both of you comforting each other.

-You two sit next to one another as you hold each other in a locked embrace. The feeling of his skin through the occasional holes throughout his suit, comforting you with the small tender warmth.

“With you by my side, I believe that we will be happy in this new chapter in our life.”

Okay I read your bio and see that requests are open, so- I have a family friend who keeps pressuring my mom to let her set me up with this guy my age who she helps and I did make an effort to get to know him but honestly he’s kind of weird and kept asking to date me despite not knowing anything about me and he’s also asked my friends to date them too. I told him no each time but he kept pressing. My mother let my family friend know about this behavior but instead of asking him to stop, the family friend kept pushing my mom to convince me to give him another chance. She told my mom that she thinks he and I have a similar sense of humor and even suggested to her that they plan a meetup for me and him at the mall even though I expressed I don’t like him. My mom said no. It makes me very angry that the family friend doesn’t seem to care about my feelings in the situation. I hadn’t expected her to react like that so I do feel angry and betrayed. How would Team Bucciarati (plus Trish, if you write for her) react to their friend telling them about this and expressing their frustration about it? Platonic and non yandere, please. Thank you!

I am very sorry that you have to go through that, I know exactly how you feel. It’s really frustrating and my heart goes out to you. I’m glad your mom is able to see and recognize your feelings. I do hope in the future that your family friend will get it straight you are completely uninterested. Keep strong and I know that everything will work out anon. I know I am not much help, but if ever need to talk I’ll be here. Now to the prompt at hand !💓

Bucci Gang Reacting to S/O with a Close Relation Problem

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Giorno Giovanna:

Giorno will catch onto your sunken spirit. With you being such a close person he holds to his heart, he will do anything to make you feel better.

When the news breaks, Giorno will become frustrated and very upset. He has some distrust towards adults and hates when their expectations are like that.

He does his best to comfort you by taking you down for a nice walk in a rural area of Naples he would sometimes go to as a child when his family situation went out of control. He would also take you to a small cafe and would love to drink a cup of tea with you to calm down your flared feelings.

Once you two get back to the manor you both live in along with the others, he takes you to the gardens to let you two listen to the calming flowing water of the marble-carved fountain.

Giorno would also use GER to make the flowers bloom around you. Their sweet calming scent adds more serotonin from the already calming fountain.

He wouldn’t do anything rash and honestly just wants to get your mind off the fact of everything going on.

Before retiring for the night, he stops you to reassure you that he will always be there for you and that there will always be light in the future.

Bruno Bucciarati:

Bucciarati will notice how distant you have been from the group lately. You haven’t been avoiding them per se, just not as energized as you always were.

He sends everyone out on a mission leaving you along with him. Bucciarati will offer you a cup of your preferred beverage choice and would want to have a talk with you.

After hearing about all your troubles, he is literally torn. You haven’t uttered a word of it to the others, keeping to yourself in silence. Immediately he will hug you and pat your back.

Bucciarati will refrain from sending you on missions, maybe only to run a few errands, but not too much. He will want you to reflex and take it slow with him by your side if you ever need to vent.

Honestly, Bucciarati would be the type to contact the said family friend because he wouldn’t want this to keep going. He’s very curt and professional about it, wanting to resolve it as soon as possible.

Although in the meanwhile, he would cater to you. Bringing you favorite food, drinks, your favorite music artist, also possibly buying you one of the newest Nokia modeled phones for your own other personal uses.

Bucciarati is just a twenty-year-old mom in the mafia.

Guido Mista:

You confront him first about it, wanting to talk to him because you two are the closest throughout the group.

He needs to take a moment to process all the words you vented to him and then would start yelling how “bullshit” it was.

Mista will be the first to take care of it for you, which leads you to frantically reassure the plotting gunman down from his crazy thoughts.

He would then usher you out to have some good food, which he meant pizza.

Mista is the type to try to giggle your problems away and get you caught up in the moment to forget the problem at hand. He isn’t as irresponsible as Narancia, but he does have his moments.

It’s just “Ah ah ah! What did I say?! No talking about that when we’re about to dig into this delicious pizza!”

You can’t help but laugh and go along with Mista’s plans. He does his job and does it well.

Mista at the end of the day would confront Bucciarati about it knowing that he would be able to handle it much more reasonable than he could.

Mista would remain by your side until the whole ordeal is taken care of, laughing and bringing even joy to your life.

Narancia Ghirga:

You vent to him after he started to whine that you were being uncanny and unfun. Narancia does get in childish fits and this causes the pent-up stress to finally take its toll.

Narancia will stare and blink at you in shock. His once energetic exterior is ruined as he literally deflates on spot.

He glomps onto you and it sounds like he was almost about to cry. It turns into a venting session because how the two of you don’t really vent to the others much. Out of all the other members, he is the one who reacts to it super emotionally. For example with him starting to cry, tug at you, then the next moment being his chipper self again as he starts bouncing up and down trying to get you to give him attention.

Just like Mista, he takes you to his fav pizza place or you just chill in his room listening to his favorite western rap. Literally just like Mista but more touchy and whiny.

He would confront Bucciarati but on the situation at hand. More like he just needs help on the best way to comfort someone.

Narancia is also totally the type if they encounter your family friend, he would absolutely go feral. The switchblade comes out and he just reenacts that whole Fugo with the fork ordeal.

Leone Abbacchio:

He kind of forces it out of you. Unlike Bucciarati, he corners you in a room and tells you to spit it out.

Abbacchio will just stand there, the more you go on the more his face darkens. His eyes completely blinded by the long locks of hair that adorned his head.

He is overall pissed, pissed more out of everyone else in the group. You have to stop him from storming out of the room and just wanting to hug him for support.

During this time, this is when Abbacchio’s guard is down. You can ask him to almost do anything and he would comply with it. Just like the others he wants to make you happy!

When you ask to use his lipstick, he would hand it over with a puff. Wanting to try on his clothes? Sure, he would just need to make sure to give you the newest and clean batch.

Anything that gives you little slices of joy, he would agree to do so. He went through a time when he was emotionally vulnerable and had no one to really be there for him.

He may not react much, but for sure he does feel for you the most.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo is just like Abbacchio with how to comfort you during your troubles. At least unlike Abbacchio, he is more tender and tries to understand how you feel.

He sympathizes with the whole expectation thing since all his life he was bombarded with them, especially with the people close to him.

He awkwardly hugs you and tries to convince you that you will be alright. As I said, Fugo isn’t the best with comfort but he will try because he hates seeing how distressed you look.

Fugo would offer you a reading session or have some tea, although that’s what the two of you normally do. He would also like to talk walks with you just like Giorno, as he does this to clear his mind whenever he gets in one of his fits or is ever bothered by something.

Oh and he would love to bake with you. Bake some nice strawberry cake for the two of you to enjoy to get your mind off of your troubles.

By the end of the day he just wants you to know no matter how awkward or displaced he acted, he will always support you.

Trish Una:

She senses it with her cool-girl observation powers, like when she would just sit there silently and watch kinda thing.

When you’re sitting on the sofa or just laying on your bed, she will make her move. Trish will sit right next to you and just get straight to the point. Her deadpan voice even added to the tiny interrogation.

Once you tell her, her shoulders slug a bit as her eyes flicker towards your carpeted ground. Hesitantly she would reach her hand over and hold it, letting in a few squeezes as she runs on a monologue on how much you mean to her and to not let it get you down.

She’s very sincere even through her harsh words. Trish may somewhat insult your family friend in front of you and you’re just like sitting there listening as she does so.

Trish is also the type to relieve your stress on shopping. Just the two of you on a bestie date buying the cutest stuff for the both of you. Pampering yourselves away.

She also gets pretty protective of you, not letting the other guys in the house come to talk to you or make some corny dirty joke while you just like burnt out.

Most likely she’ll coop you up in her room and just give you a whole facial or something just relaxing that would make you go back to your old cheerful self.

Forget about the others, you need to worry about the next coat of polish on your nails.

Next time someone wants to request a headcanons with the bucci gang, I need them to be specific if it’s them whole or each individual. I think both are good concepts so just for future reference ig??? You all don’t have to do it if you don’t want too 😳

Hey there! I absolutely LOVE all your content; it’s just perfection! I don’t know if you’ve done this already, but if you could do the Bucci gangs reaction to their S/O while sick or on their period I would be forever grateful!!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)╯♡

i think i’ve gotten your ask before love! i’m sorry it has literally taken me so long to post this and other works. i’ve been like mega busy and writing is like a hobby i do so please don’t be mad. I’m also on my period rn, i just got a few days ago and it really sucks ;-;

okay anon i present you this…please like it 👉👈💖

Bucci Gang Dealing with S/O on their Period

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Giorno Giovanna:

At first Giorno wouldn’t know or pick up on the early signs that your period is coming. He is busy with work although it doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend time with you, just the small things don’t come to mind when he is enjoying the time he can have with his s/o.

Him, Bucciarati, and Trish are the type to pamper their s/o when they are on their period.

For starters, he would grant you any type of food you are craving and make sure to keep you warm wrapped in the fine fluffy covers of your shared bed.

Totally stocked with napkins and tampons of all kind just to make sure that you aren’t leaving a pool of red in your bed or the expensive silk nightgown he bought for you. Giorno just doesn’t want you frolocking in your own blood :/

Giorno keeps the room scented of fresh flowers and is the total type if your having cramps to get you up to walk them away. Moving and exercising your body is more healthy than laying there all day not getting the blood flowing.

He understands when your sore, bloated, and of course having mood swings.

Picnic dates. When I said he will make you go outside, he would also take you on picnic dates that are surrounded by flowers to get your mind off of icky stuff.

Bruno Bucciarati:

A sweetheart. You want a doting man to pamper and be at your beck and call, well you have Bruno Bucciarati.

Will 100% drop work unless it is really important, although you're more important to him than work itself.

Everything is completely stocked up and he makes sure to have special linen for you so you are comfortable and not maybe accidentally staining the cotton bedsheets.

Bucciarati would make you take pain reliefs and give you a complete list of what you can and cannot eat. Sure you may have cravings, however, you can’t just give in to all of them especially if they don’t help your bloating or cramps.

He watches your favorite movies and shows while holding you in his warm embrace.

To be honest I see Bucciarati enjoying the time you on your period. He doesn’t like seeing you in pain or stress, yet he loves the excessive time he gets to spend around you.

Loves when you lay there curled up and he can lay you on his lap while playing with your hair or fiddling with your hands he loves so much.

Why need a heating pad when you have this lovely man.

Leone Abbacchio:

Well, I wouldn’t say he would be the best to be around on your time of the month. I feel like he would lack that understanding that your cramps or mood swings are uncontrollable and may lash out at you for them.

Over time he gets more sympathetic and would begin to understand what you have to go through. He yells less, is less harsh and abrasive, as well tries to surprise you with things that would make you happy.

Out of all the bucci gang members, he would be the best to cuddle with. He is tall, big, warm, and that chest of his oh my…

Abbacchio doesn’t really like the sight of blood and doesn’t like to deal if you accidentally have a leak on the sheets.

Also, is confused when you ask him to buy your products from the store. He kinda stands there awkwardly and his pride won’t allow him to ask the employees for help. Expect random brands or packages with him claiming that they were all the same and what he could find.

Also is the most chill to be with during your period because he doesn’t talk too much or is too jumpy like Narancia would be around.

Very pleasant and calming to be around, plus he would make you some nice tea.

Guido Mista:

There are times I sometimes can’t take Mista seriously and sometimes I can. This is one of those situations.

He would honestly try to help you, but it would always turn out badly.

Mista’s definition of helping you get through your period is doing some um NSFW things to help your flow.

Sure he would like to hold and cuddle you, but to be honest he can only lay down for so long before he gets antsy.

The type to tell you “I understand how you feel baby” then next minute asks you if you would like to could the dinner for the night.

Mista is also on the same boat as Abbacchio and Narancia. He would get to the store and start sweating from the variety of products. Would probably come out with nothing.

Although Mista does feed into your cravings and even sometimes joins you on them. He is a curious man and he thinks it's cute sharing the same food with them curled up in a buddle of warm blankets from the heating pads.

The best thing Mista does when you are on your period is honestly when he pulls you into his broad arms and gives you the cutest cuddles.

Narancia Ghirga:

I’m going, to be honest, your going to have to explain to him what a period is. He has no idea or clue about it.

Narancia sits there like a little kid soaking up information that seemed so bizarre to him.

At first he would joke about it until he sees you literally actually go through it. He would be like “oh shit” and rush over to you.

Blood isn’t really a big thing with him, but he gets scared still knowing that you are technically bleeding.

Joining the Gang of Pad/Tampon Explorers, he would also be so confused. Fugo refused to help Narancia, by refusing he was in another fit of anger and Narancia thought it was towards him.

The employees notice him wandering cluelessly and will help him out. He is the first out of the 3 to be able to bring the proper merch back.

Also joins food splurges and things like that. He is super affectionate and if you get irritated easily, he could be a tad bit annoying.

He just wants to be around you and comfort you through these times. Not only is he able to take off work, but he gets to spend it with you <3

Pannacotta Fugo:

Fugo would be in the middle. He knows and has learnt about a menstrual cycle, just hasn’t experienced it firsthand.

Not going to lie, it made him panic at first. Of course he kept his cool composure and masked it with that cool facade of his, but we all know that inside he was going haywire.

Makes sure to definitely bring you the proper sanitary items you need for your cycle.

He isn’t one for physical touch most of the time so you’ll need to really be pushy or talk about how much pain you're in.

He’ll feel guilty and apologize before bringing you in his embrace with his face beat red.

Fugo wouldn’t let you leave the little comfort room he made for you. He talks about how it wouldn’t be a wise idea since they all couldn’t understand you like he could even though Trish is a female too.

He is also the type to enjoy you during this time of the month because it guarantees more alone time the two of you could have together.

The only downside is that he doesn’t really like blood or the idea of you staining the sheets. It’s just really icky to him.

Despite his little germaphobe self, he isn’t bad to be around because in all honesty he just wants to enjoy the small alone time he gets to have with you.

Trish Una:

Come on, out of all the Bucci gang members she would be the most understanding.

It’s kind of really wholesome when you're on your period and she is around.

No need to take store trips, she already has everything you need. She has your favorite food, drinks, heating pad, and pain killers to combat your period.

She is just like Fugo and separates you from the rest of the gang because they are stupid in her opinion.

The two of you have little movie marathons and she pampers you by giving you facials or giving you small massages.

Sometimes when the two of you are both on your period, you two are the ones who stick together. Both you lay together and just cuddle while sulking in the same predicament.

At least the two of you can pamper each other and share a heating pad.

She also is huge for comfort so expect to have the fluffiest and softest of sheets while you're sitting there in the cocoon of blankets she made.

Recommend and say she is 10/10 the best be with during your cycle.

being bruno's s/o

note: he's known for the bob. ily bruno<3

he's a gentleman, but he's not shy about his feelings toward you

he intends on treating you properly

def one of those "places hand on small of s/o's back" kinda guys

an attentive s/o

he will always want your opinion on something (even if you don't particularly care lol)

"y/n, what do you think about the number 4?"

"i think it's just a number, an even one at that."

"right. i think so too."

he really just sits there like you just said something profound help

since he's a successful mafioso, you never have to reach into your bag for money

take him shopping!

he's the antithesis of those bfs who are in pain with their s/o spending hours at a shop

"these clothes compliment your body perfectly, be sure to get them in multiple colors,"

calls an assistant to make sure the clothes are tailored properly bc it's good to always double check

he gives good feedback and will carry all of your bags

you two mostly go on dates inside bc it's too easy for a stand user to approach out in the open

however, at your villa, you two have brunch dates all the time (like this tweet) she didn't deserve all the shit she got for that tweet

he, for the most part, tries to keep you out of the mafia business

he's seen so many people come and go and he doesn't want that to happen to you (or to get you killed for knowing too much)

one of those partner's who lies to protect

you tell him that you can take care of yourself

(if you're not a stand user, he's listening but not taking that sentence too seriously)

(if you are a stand user, *depending on the stand* he'll believe you, but he's your man. he should protect you."

you go on a rant about how he doesn't trust you *not true* and how he thinks you're weak *also not true*

when you've finally got it all out, he's still standing stiffly

at first you think he's ignoring you, but even your worked up mind can tell that that's not bruno's style

now bruno doesn't cry, but it's obvious he's emotional

"i'm sorry i just can't imagine being without you. i will do anything to protect you even if it kills me,"

you open your mouth to cut him off, but he keeps going

"i can't think of a more worthy way to die, protecting you. making sure you get to live the life you want. to preserve the beauty of your nature."

he stops with his musings bc he hears you sniffling and pulls you to his chest

he cradles you, softly as if you'd break, but firmly to remind you that yes this is real and you two are here together in this moment

he's a classy guy, your wedding is an intimate ceremony

bruno is charming your friends and family, reassuring them that you're in good hands

if you haven't already you meet the rest of the gang

mista is his usual self in an almost too casual outfit for a formal wedding

he gives you a kind greeting with a smile, making some small talk before going to the bar to get sex pistols something to eat (if you're a nonstand user you're like wtf is this smelly guy telling me lol)

fugo is monitoring narancia and he basically drags him over to meet you

fugo is a well-mannered boy, you like him

he's complimenting you, even doing a bow out of respect, after all you are his capo's spouse and gives narancia a nudge so he can do the same

"you look lovely, y/n." you insisted he calls you by your first name. "the ceremony was beautiful."

"yeah, i was gonna say the same thing," narancia says, "when's the dancing gonna start?"

fugo almost loses his shit at that dumbass question (it'll happen when it happens!), but at your laughing he simmers down

"soon! don't you worry."

the boy seems a little simple, but his happiness is contagious

abbacchio is polte, like how a small child with cavities is polite to a dentist

he gives his blessings and then's he's off to the bar

another boy comes up and gives you his blessings

unlike the others he seems different?

more...well imposing isn't word as he's a skinny, average height teenage boy

but he seems like he's lived lifetimes more than you and you guess he can't be older than what 14?

it's a little unnerving

"it's nice to meet you,mx. bucciarati. congratulations on your marriage."

"thank you so much...mister?"

"you can call me giogio." (he intends to never speak to you again so he just uses a throw away name)

(not that he doesn't like you he'd just prefer not to involve unnecessary people in the literal mob)

"thank you mister giogio."

he hands you some flowers and goes about his business

when bruno is finally back at your side for the first dance you mention the interactions to them

"bruno, your family is...very interesting."

"oh? how so?"

"well, they're so well behaved. i figured with the stories you told me, they'd be causing all kinds of chaos and knocking over decorations."

he tries not to make a face because if this were any other event that's exactly what they'd be doing (giorno politely threatened them so everyone was on their best behavior)

"perhaps they wanted to impress you,"

you laugh at his obvious lie, "do you want me to lick your cheek to see if you're lying?"

"i'm not opposed to more public displays of affection, but not in front of your family, dear."

you look away from him bc how did he turn that around on you?

when you do the bouquet toss, you can't see who gets it actually bc bruno steals you for another dance

the pink haired girl leaves with her guards, smiling as she smells the flowers

bruno would be such a good husband

rip me bc i'm tired af writing this, pls like+reblog if you liked it. let me know what you think.

Who Are you?

      Summary: Growing up, you and your sister had different childhoods.  While she was the beautiful, smart, and a goody-two shoes, you were the (skin/toned)kinda boyish, tempered, AB smart, kind of rebellious one. But, was this treatment for a deeper reason??

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     No, absolutely not!! Under no circumstances were you going to work with your rotten, spoiled, and privileged, sister- was what you wanted to say.  Instead, you simply said, “Yes sir, I will do my best.”

       You see, your parents didn’t really...favor you per se.  They often gave all the opportunities to your older sister- and that would be fine, except, it didn’t stop there.  They constantly compared you to her.   ‘You don’t want to wear a dress, your sister wears dresses why don’t you?’  ‘You don’t have a date, your sister does why don’t you?’  ‘You don’t like to read a lot, your sister does, why don’t you?’ Blah Blah Blah...you get it.

       Why don’t you bring it up?  More like, you stopped trying.  Every time you brought the matter up to your parents they denied it or just said “Well if you were like your sister blah blah blah blah.”

        Frustrating right?  And if you brought it up to your sister- ugh she would be worse than your parents!! 

      “Listen Elena, I need you to ask our parents why they-”

       “Ugh, look y/n if you were more like me, they wouldn’t treat you like the o- misfit that you are.  So...I suggest being more like me, okay?  Now, go get my jacket, I left it on my bed.”

    Needless to say, you were done with their bull and moved to Naples, Italy- away from them and their torment on your 19th birthday.  Now here you were, 3 years later at your first job, Antonio’s Pizza Margaritas, and you were currently seating your sister and ex boyfriend in an amazing booth by a window and handing them menus. 

                                              >2nd personPOV<

    No no no, okay stay calm, you got this, just use a fake name.

     “My name is A-Alessia Ghirga, and I am your waitress for today.  I am going to give you guys a few minutes to decide what you want to drink and be back,” you told them quietly.

    Smacking her teeth, Elena began to complain, “Why can't we just have a different waitress? One that's actually good at her job, I mean come on!!"

   Chuckling Angelo said, “Don’t be rude bambina, I’m sure this is her first time on the job, after all, she forgot to put her name tag on. Oh,-” he turned to you, “excuse yourself from our presence.”

    Nodding your head, you turned and walked off to where your friend Dj is currently stationed. 

    “N/n, isn’t that your sister,” He asked brushing some of his black locks out the way of his eyes.

  “Yep," you said.

"And isn't that-?"

"Yep."

"They're such a**holes."

Sighing you nodded, "And it doesn't help that those group of guys keep staring at me."

Looking around*cough*obviously*cough*, Dj spotted a group of.....peculiar looking males. Not only were they...peculiar but they were also staring straight at you.

"So, what'd you do?"

"Nothing!!"

"Are you sure??"

"Positive!!!"

"Did you spill coffee on someone's suit again???"

"NO!!!"

"Then why is the nicest man in all of Naples coming over here with a glint in his eyes??"

"Who-"

"I bet you mouthed off at someone again. I thought you went to anger management and counseling for this already??"

"I didn't do anything I don't even know who you're talking-"

"Excuse me, are you Alessia Ghirga?"

Among hearing the voice, you turned around...only to be met with a chest covered in...tattoos?? So, you looked up and swore you died and went to heaven. Who was this handsome stranger dressed in albeit weird but stylish clothing?? Asking for you- well, your fake name.

"About that, my name is actually Y/n Manzana. I only said that so my sister and ex don't know it's actually me," you chuckled nervously.

Blinking twice, he answered, "Oh...uh...I'm sorry for the inconvenience then señora."

"It's okay, it's to be expected honestly, you use a fake name in public like this and you are bound to be mistaken for someone or be mistaken to be related for someone."

"How did you know that I thought you were related ro someone," he asked suspiciously.

"To be honest, I guessed," you said.

"Oh, right," he chuckled.

Then came the awkward silence. Along with the awkward eye contanct.

"So," he began, clearing his throat, "I'll uh go back to the table...I deeply apologize for the inconvenience."

"It's fine really señor," you began, "It was bound to happen, really."

With a breathy laugh, he seemed to let it go, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

'make a joke'

"Hey,it could've been worse!! At least I wasn't kidnapped and tortured because I used a name of a mafia member or something."

Silence...all that was left after that bad attempt ar comedy, was silence. Along with the man looking awfully pail...frick.

"Hey, it was just a joke okay?"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"For the record, I told her that she shouldn't make jokes."

"Shut it Dj."

"It would be a shame if your sister and Ex were to-"

"I am terribly sorry Dj and I promise I will not tell you to 'shut it' again.."

"Thank-"

"Today."

"Oh you-"

"Anyway, I am terribly sorry about that Señor."

"Wow."

"I completely understand señora," chuckled the man.

"Well, I'll be taking my leave now," he said before kissing your hand.

"It was nice meeting you, I hope we can meet again."

"Me too- I mean, it was nice meeting you too!!"

Chuckling once more, he said bye to Dj before going back to his table, right...beside... Elena's...FU-

"I'm gonna kill you."

"Love you too Dj."

For the rest of the day, you worked diligently and made small talk with the customers and Dj, before you finally went home. Completely oblivious the suited men were following you home, who were oblivious to the long and bob haired man following them. All of them having one question in mind.

"If the Manzanas only had one daughter, who were you and why did your first name sound so familiar???"

Who Are They

    -I APOLOGIZE!!  I know this is looooooooooong overdue, I started going through some things shortly after I posted the first chapter.  The things are sorted out and now, I can try to post every other day.   Thank you for your patience through this time!! Let’s get in to it!! ;)-

    Summary: You’re part of a very popular family apparently.  Your sister had a much better childhood than you, is there a reason why? Maybe.  Is there a reason why four men seem to be following you, all confused on the fact of where they heard your name before?  I don’t know, why don’t you stay and find out.

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   “See you later Dj,” you called as you walked down the steps.

   “Really,” Dj began again, “Just let me take you home. It’s late.”

  “I’LL BE FINE,” you yelled back.

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“Not fine, definitely not fine,” you hissed as you ran down the pavement.

    You see, it took you about fifteen minutes to find out you were being tailed by two men in suits and the man from the small restaurant with an associate of his it seemed.  But, you only figured it out because someone started running and you just so happened to pass by a window.  That was five minutes ago and you haven’t stopped running since.  But, the thing is, you couldn’t figure out why they were chasing you in the first place.  Was it because of the fake name?  You had no idea.

   But what you did know, you weren’t going to stick around and find-

  “MOCCASIN”

  “MOODY BLUES”

  “TECHNO”

  “STICKY FINGERS”

   The next thing you heard was...weird to say the least.

   “ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI”

   “BOOOP”

   “SWOOOSH”

   Wait is....is that club music?

   “GAH!!”

   “NGH”  

   CRASH!!

   The sounds you heard only served to fuel your body adrenaline.  But, why did it seem like the farther you ran, the closer the noises?  CRASH!  This made you come to an abrupt stop, as one of the suited men landed in front of you, into the lamp post.  So, you ran left, the thing on your mind being: lefty loosey, righty tighty.  What do you know!! It actually worked!!  Now, for the home-

“PSST,” you heard, causing you to observe your surroundings.

Nothing...we-

“PSST,” you heard again.

“Come over here, quickly!! They’re coming,” someone said from an alley.

“Who?  Who’s coming," you inquired.

“The suited men; They know who you are...they will KILL you,” they said again.

“How do I know YOU won’t kill me,” you asked.

“...B...Because I knew your mother,” they hesitated.

“That makes me not trust you more,” you said preparing to run.

“No!! Your REAL mother!! I- I knew your real birth mother,” he rushed.

   Confused, you turn towards the alley.  You always knew there was something different about you, but not THAT- 

  “Well, well, well,” someone chuckled from behind you, “Never thought I’d see the day where I find you agai-”

    The man cuts himself off with a pained grunt when a thing slams itself into the man.  Whipping your head around toward the alley, you see that the person has their hand out.

“I will explain everything to you, just come with me,” the person pleads.

   Sighing, you put your hand in theirs, “Okay fine...I trust you.”

   “Come,” they said stepping out of the alley, “You will be safe with me.”

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Suited man #1

       Growling, I watched little y/n disappear down the road with HIM.

 “Well done Passione, you let her get away,” I sneered.

   Narrowing their eyes, the Capo and his partner-if possible- hardened their stares on my partner and I. 

“Capo,” a cold voice sounded behind us.

    The Capo gave a curt nod before everything went black.

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    ?????

                                             “......They found her.......”

               “**************”

                                                                               “Naples.........”

   “......Dangerous....”

                                                                   “.....Eliminate.....”

                                          “....Theo......”

“...Exo....”

                                                   “.......Intercepted Mission.....”

     “...Capo Bucciarati.....Leone Abbacchio.....”

                                                       “......High Level Threats.....”

“......Terminate.....”

                                                                          “Affirmative......”

Sneak Peak

      Sitting at her desk, the older woman sighs as she hears the commotion.

   KNOCK

   KNOCK

   KNOCK

       “Enter.”

       “Ma’am...he found her.  He’s going to tell her everything and our asset told us that the capo and subordinate from the Don’s personal group interfered!! We- maybe we should just stop you know? Because the Don of Passione is a powerful man and let’s not get started on the capo!! That capo could bring all of down with just one word from-”

   “Enough,” the lady growled, “Tell our precious subordinates to take them out.”

   “Who-”

   “The Don, his personal subordinates, HIM, and lastly Naples’ darling Capo.  With them out of the way,” The woman stopped to chuckle, “the girl will be mine once more and I will get revenge on the people who took my lovers’ lives.”

    Gulping the man nervously walks out the room, already dialing his contacts.  Back in the office, the woman pulls out a manila folder labeled ‘Y/N PANE’.

“Carbonara, YOU, Pomodoro...the girl is going to be mine.”

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Interrogating Them

   Summary:  From the last chapters, you were made aware of the characters and certain situation they’ve found themselves in.  In this chapter, you will find out about what happened after someone-under the capo’s orders-knocked out the suited men.  If you have not read ‘Who Are You’ or ‘Who Are They’ go back and read those chapters, you won’t understand some of this if you don’t.

Warning: Hint of violence

   Sitting at her desk, the older woman sighs as she hears the commotion from outside of her office doors.

  KNOCK

  KNOCK

  KNOCK

      “Enter.”

      “Ma’am...he found her.  He’s going to tell her everything and our asset told us that the capo and subordinate from the Don’s personal group interfered!! We- maybe we should just stop you know? Because the Don of Passione is a powerful man and let’s not get started on the capo!! That capo could bring all of down with just one word from-”

  “Enough,” the lady growled, cutting off her subordinate's panicking, "Tell our precious subordinates to take them out.”

  “Who-”

  “The Don, his personal subordinates, HIM, and lastly Naples’ darling Capo.  With them out of the way,” The woman stopped to chuckle, “the girl will be mine once more and I will get revenge on the people who took my lovers’ lives.”

   Gulping the man nervously walks out the room, already dialing his contacts.  Back in the office, the woman pulls out a manila folder labeled ‘Y/N PANE’.

“Carbonara, YOU, Pomodoro...the girl is going to be mine.”

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   Back at Passione's Headquarters, the two suited men were being interrogated. Each man in two separate rooms and two separate interrogators.

Room 1

"Look, just tell us what we wanna know-"

"Or what," the first suited man sneered, cutting off the gunslinger.

Taking a deep breath and remembering what the Don told him, the gunslinger continued, "Or I won't be so nice. Now, why were you after the girl?"

"Why are you so interested in the girl, Guido Mista?"

The gunslinger paused, a cold, deadly gleam started to present itself inside of his eyes. But, seeing as the suited man could not sense the danger, he pressed on.

"Is Don Giorno Giovanna invested in her? Or- let me guess," the suited man smirked, not knowing the monstrous rage that was about to be let upon him if he continued, "Bruno Bucciarati's trying to get you to save his precious putt-"

"Shut up," the gunslinger spat, venom lacing in the two syllables and shooting the man the shoulder.

    The man’s painful yelp echoed throughout the white room.  Startled, he looked up, swallowing with fear as he saw the icy glare coming from the man above him.  He had previously known about the man- they all had- and the look that was being given to him at that moment did not fit the profile made about him.  The look was cold-deadly even and coupled with the gunslinger’s height and clenching of his jaw, it made the suited man want to run far, far away.  Realizing that he pushed the man too far, he internally cursed and tried not to alert the gunslinger of his fear.

    “First, you resist, then,” the gunslinger paused, letting a deep, dark chuckle escape his throat, ”You have the nerve to let mine and Giorno’s name slip out from between those bloody lips of yours and lastly,” a sickening smile etched its way onto Mista’s face, “You tarnished Bucciarati’s name.”

    The next things being heard throughout out the room were screams and cries of pain along with angered curses from the esteemed interrogator.  Outside the room, Abbacchio frowns at the names that slipped from the suited man’s lips.

  Grabbing a small black phone, Abbacchio presses a contact and hold it up to his ear, saying two words when the person on the other end picks up, “...codice rosso.”(code red)

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 Room 2

   “Listen, just tell us what we wanna know,” the blonde said, a bored expression spread across his face.

   With a bloodied nose, busted lip, bruised eye, and tears of embarrassment flowing down his face, the other suited fellow still refused. He refused to have his pride bruised any further than it already was.  Realizing this, the boy with questionable fashion heaved a sigh before walking out.  Surprised, the detained man froze, but soon let out a breathy laugh and a pained smile of relief spread across his face.

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   “Now, my subordinate tells me that you’re quite a tricky one,” Bucciarati stated in a low sultry tone.

   Biting his lip, he failed to hide the hopeless look that flashed in his eyes as the capo crouched down in front of him.  Seeing this, the capo internally smirked and knew that the man would tell him everything he needed to know- starting with him and his comrade’s names.

   “Why don’t we start from the basics, hm? What’s you and your partners’ names?”

  Hanging his head in shame and defeat, the man started, “My name is Exo and the man in the other room’s name is Theo.  Just like you, we’re part of an organization...one that can bring Passione crumbling down.”

  Pausing at his words, Bucciarati locked eye contact with his subordinate as that was the signal that was perfected for dire moments like these.  ‘already on it’ the subordinate thought while dialing the same person Abbacchio did.

  When the person picked up, the blond haired subordinate said the same two words that was told to them moments before, “Codice rosso.”

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   Sighing, another man with blond hair sat in his office, a shadow covering part of his face. Minutes apart, he had just gotten the same message from two of his trusted subordinates. ‘You were right again Bucciarati’ the man thought, shaking his head.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

“Come in.”

  The door opened, revealing another male with messy black hair and a back pack.  

“Mission completed Don.”

“Good...look I know you’re tired...but we may have an....issue that will require all of us to fight...again,” the don stated slowly.

“Do we have a plan yet?”

“Not yet.”

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

“Come in.”

  The door opened, revealing a frowning gunslinger, capo, hacker, and information retriever.  After all of them piled into the office, the capo closed and locked the door.

“So,” the don started, “let’s begin.”

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Who They Are

 Summary:  After deciding to trust the fellow, you take their hand and make your escape.  You have no idea who he is or how he knew what he knew or if he was telling the truth.  Hopefully though, he was telling the truth.  It would explain so much to you about your “family” and why you are treated like you are. ...as well as why they- well, that’s another story.

(This was written on a desk-top btw, I apologize if the formatting is weird)

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     After evading the possible kidnapping, you started to observe your “savior.”  He was a tall fellow. Olive skin, fit physique, medium hair, and semi-broad shoulders. His clothes were neatly put together, which suggest an organized life. The clothes weren't bright or crazy, but they were basic and dark, which tells you that he doesn't want to stick out.

What you didn't realize was that you were staring at him. At first, he decided to ignore your eyes on him, but after a while, it got creepy.

"Not to be rude, but why are you staring at me," the man asked.

Widening your eyes, you looked away, "I was observing you."

The man makes a noise of acknowledgment after a while, making you doubt if he believed you. But seeming as he let it go, you were too.

"Alright, just through there," the man said.

Looking at where he was talking, you froze. The building was old and worn down, but you could recognize it anywhere.

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'hmm'

'mama, papa?'

'Why are we at Edrigia' (E-Dri-gi-a)

'You're going to be here for a while, until we come back'

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Blinking rapidly, you shook out of it, "I'm sorry, what was it?"

"Y/n.....Y/n......Y/N!!"

"As I was saying, we'll need to cut through here. There's nothing to worry about, I just cut through yesterday, it's deserted," he informed.

"What’s your name," you asked.

"That’s hardly im-"

"You've drug me from danger and to this place and I would like the name of the man I'm supposedly supposed to be trusting," you sassed, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms.

Sighing, the man stopped and turned around, looking at your posture of defiance, "Fine. My name (is Jeff) is L’Rod.”

Cocking your head to the side and furrowing your eyebrows a bit, you repeated it with confusion, “L’Rod?” 

“Yes, now let’s keep moving,” he grunted, turning around continuing on.

As you were following behind him, you still pondered over his name. ‘Was it an alias? most likely, but hey, anything his possible right? Right.’ Letting out a puff of air, you shook your head of those thoughts.  With everything that’s happened so far, it’d be best if you had a clear mind.  Ahead of you, L’Rod pondered over your behavior.  You didn’t seem to act much like your mother, so maybe you relate more with your father. Grunting he cleared those thoughts out, he had to be observant and on high alert not wondering about his-

“Sooooo...Why were those guys tryna kill me,” you inquired, successfully bringing him out of his thoughts.

“I’ll tell you when we get to our destination,” he answered curtly, letting you know he wasn’t going to answer anymore questions.

Sighing, you guys continued your stretch to wherever you were going.  At least it was a beautiful night. The pale moonlight beautifully illuminated the worn building, giving you a chance to see the growing greenery on and around it. Gosh, you wished you had a camera, it was truly something out of the land of make-believe.  When you entered the building you were blown away. It complimented the outside well.

(credits to the owner of this image) 

As L’rod went on he noticed your lack of footsteps and turned to see you admiring the place. 

“Come on, y/n,” he called, pullign you out of your trance, “we need to go to my safe place. Who knows, we could’ve been followed.”

Nodding, you gave the place on last once-over before trotting up to him. Mentally, he kicks himself, he could have been nicer, he’d apologize for the possible harshness once you two got to his safe haven.  For now, he had to put more emphasis on you and your well-being, his included. So pushing the matter aside, he refocused and started forward, making sure you were in tow.  It was going to be a long night.

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     The Capo and Informant had just finished telling what happened in the interrogation to the now 18 year old Don.  Sighing, he frowned a bit, taking in the information. Obviously they were being targeted by someone, the question is who? Ever since the changes he’s made, Passione has gained a lot of enemies. But from the way the information was being told, it seemed this has been planned for a while, given that the two men knew almost everything about them- excluding their stands and abilities thank goodness.

    “It seems you were right again Bucciarati,” the Don began with a light chuckle. Bucciarati had previously made the Don aware about things that could happen once he took control of Passione and had been right about a few of them. Privately, the capo had told him about a dream where something like this happened.  It seems he was perceptive even in the dream realm. “We’ll have to be very cautious and observe everyone of our enemies.  Abbacchio, Mista I need you go back to the restaurant you guys were dinning at and gather information.”

   Grunting, the white haired man nodded, while the gunslinger gave an audible response. 

   Moving on, the Don continued, “Fugo, I need you to hack into our visitors’ phones, check and see who they’ve been communicating with and look into them all. It’s strenuous, but I know you can do it, I’ll help you as well. Bucciarati, Narancia, I need you two to see what people on the street are saying. It’s risky but together, you two are invincible.”

   The Don looks out the window, knowing that this would be the last night of peace for them all.  War was about to begin.

“Dismissed...we all need to rest up for what’s about to begin...we may be on the verge of another war,” The Don clarifies going over to his desk.

    The others in the room quietly left-aside from Bucciarati. Sensing the stress on the young man, the capo stayed to talk with him.

“Giorno, that means you rest too,” Bucciarati stated, watching the younger nod slightly.

“I know but-”

“No buts,” the latter cut him off, “Tomorrow we’ll all start on our work,” Bucciarati finished, scolding the younger slightly.

  Knowing the older man wasn’t going to give up, the younger man gave in, “Alright, Bucciarati, you win. I’ll rest.”

   Bucciarati made a hum of approval, waiting until Giorno was done locking up his office so they could depart together.  As they were going to their place of residency, the pair knew that they had to be cautious about this enemy, not wanting to have any repeats as to what happened in the other war. They had all almost lost their lives in that fight,  Abbacchio, Narancia, and Bucciarati had the worst injuries though. Clearing their heads from those thoughts, they put their minds to different things.  Giorno thinking about the two mens’ possible identities and Bruno thinking as to why they wanted Y/n so badly and why her name sounded so familiar.

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Hcs for dad!Bruno and dad!Risotto(separately).Do they help fem!Reader with their child?How they like to spend time with them???Ily btw 🥺

Ask: Hcs for dad!Bruno and dad!Risotto(separately).Do they help fem!Reader with their child?How they like to spend time with them???Ily btw 🥺

Author's Note: ILYT 🥺💖 also i'm a sucker for my faves as dads 😔

Dad!Bruno HCs

He reads so many parenting books.

I'd like to think that he'd also try to pick up some more books on psychology too (not only does it help out with his kid but with the mafia too)

Bruno helps out plenty with raising your kid.

He feeds them, plays with them, and even changes their diapers with no complaints!

The only reason he was able to help out this much was because he requested a leave of absence from Giorno.

Bruno would be the type of dad who'd let their kid be injured first and then tell them why they were harmed and how to prevent it later on.

He really doesn't want to keep his kids in a bubble, and tries to let them socialize with other children at the park.

Oh yeah, the gang is kind of like their uncles and aunt (Trish). Bruno doesn't allow them to spoil his kid though.

As hypocritical as this may be though, he tends to spoil his kid A LOT.

They get the best bottles, teething toys, stuffed animals, you name it.

He always hoped to have his own family, and he's super grateful to be experiencing this.

Dad!Risotto HCs

Unfortunately, La Squadra's broke, so I don't believe that he'd be able to spend as much time with his kid.

Of course Risotto loves his kid! Don't get me wrong, he would spend more time if given the opportunity.

He's just broke </3

He would always spend any time off with his kid, but since he probably had no preparation or experience, he wouldn't know what to do if his kid started crying suddenly.

"Uh, (Y/N)! (Kid's name) is crying again!"

Please help him, he doesn't know about this.

He doesn't want anyone from La Squadra to interact with his kid, but eventually it happens.

"Oh my god! Big, bad Risotto had this adorable thing!"

"Shut up, Formaggio"

Like Bruno, he would spoil his kid, or try to at least.

I think he'd make Formaggio shrink some baby toys and just take them lmao

Risotto's a good dad. He's just broke, confused, and busy.

May I request HCs on Bruno x f!reader? Them going on an amusement park date? ✨

Bruno X Reader on an Amusement Park Date

Bruno is a romantic babe, I <3 him.

He’d definitely start off with some of the heavily greasy food sold in the area.

After that, he’d walk around with you.

He’d buy roses off the wandering vendors and definitely take you to the games.

He’d win you the best prize possible.

That happens to be a very big teddy bear with a tiny head.

Y’know that one.

Anyway, he’d be the voice of reason if you want to win yourself a goldfish.

“Dolcezza, you know it’s probably gonna die the next day. We haven’t even properly prepared a tank!”

And of course, the ferris wheel was saved for last.

The two of you would go on it while the sky was dark and all of the park was illuminated.

He’d obviously go in for a kiss while your cart is stopped at the top.

I mean, is there a better moment to do so?

Can I request a oneshot for Bruno doing facemasks and such with his s/o?

Self Care — Bruno Bucciarati

Author's Note: pls this request is just what i needed. it's so cute <3 hopefully this suffices bc i know that my break long and out of nowhere. luv y'all!

The cold glob of face mask in your hand made you shiver, the temperature contrasting the warmth of your room, or rather the warmth of the person beside you. After the countless nights of Bruno getting home late and leaving early for the sake of his job, you had managed to convince Don Giovanna to let the man rest for a day. Ever the hard worker, Bruno hadn't been made aware until he had shown up to his job only to be turned away by his superior.

Maybe it was Bruno's posture (which was admittedly getting horrible from not having as much to do in terms of field work) or his eye bags from countless restless nights that sealed the deal because Giorno was not going to let the capo come into work until he was rid of some of the strain on him. That's why the two of you wound up on your bed with tubes of face masks, oils, and lotions scattered about. The diffuser was on as well as an additive to the calming effect you tried to have on your boyfriend, though he was still rather hesitant to relax.

"Bruno, just let loose for a little. You're not going to be able to go back until you've calmed down."

"I know, amore. It's just that I feel like I'm missing on something big at work. I wouldn't want the group to get hurt because I wasn't there to offer any assistance."

You sighed and took his calloused hand into yours, "Look, there's no guarantee that something won't arise, but the best you can do is try to relax for now so you can be your best self when you go back."

"I suppose you're right," he replied, offering a small smile. He tilted his head, and you took that as your cue to put the gel on his face. His shuddering did not go unnoticed and you gave a slight chuckle. His bangs had been pushed back with a wraparound headband, so there was no trouble in getting the mask on.

Once you had evened out the mask to your liking, you sat back and wiped your hands off on a towel before throwing the tube you had used to him. He smiled and squirted some on his hand before returning the favor of putting your face mask on. You grabbed the kitchen timer and twisted it to the instructed wait time, fifteen minutes.

You looked at your boyfriend and rubbed your thumb on his knuckles.

"I love you, Bruno."

"I love you too, amore."

Kinktober Day 22 - Phonesex

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Bruno Bucciarati

Include(s): Praise, Slight Dirty Talk

Note(s): Been reading a fanfic on AO3 lately that has just rekindled my love for Bruno (If Things Were Different by Banksiapod).

It had started out as him calling you just to hear your voice because he misses you. He's in another part of Italy for business and so he had to leave you behind for a bit until he finished up. Every night he'd call you from his hotel to give you praise and "I miss you"'s.

But it ended up changing this night. His praise is more filthy. "Your moans sound so sweet, cuore mio." "I bet you look absolutely delicious." Things like that, and you're really not much better. While Bruno could absolutely just zip back to your room and fuck you into the bed, he likes the idea of waiting longer until he can touch you. Making sure that his job is finished first before he can go back to you.

So, for now, his fist is around his cock as he's telling you how he wishes it was your pretty mouth instead. He's asking you to beg for him, to let him hear how desperate you are for release, because even from this far distance apart, he still wants you to cum first.

Bruno Bucciarati X Reader - Drunk Friends

Prompt: Bruno helps reader with her drunk friend then finally asks her out.

I, myself, drank a lil today. So I ain't too sure what's going on. Watch me come back and regret.

Contentment washes over you as you settle into the welcoming embrace of your couch. With a sigh of satisfaction and a glass of red wine in hand, you reach for the TV remote and press the power button. This has become your nightly ritual ever since moving to Naples, Italy.

As your soap opera runs in the background, you absentmindedly reach for your flip phone. To your surprise, you’re met with a barrage of notifications from none other than Matteo, a close friend of yours. 11 miss calls. 14 text messages. All within the span of an hour.

“He cheated on meeee.”

“Pick up, I need you bestie.”

“Bestie :(”

“I NEED YOU, BITCH. PICK UP.”

“WAKE UP. GET UP.  GET YOUR ASS UP.”

Your brows knit with worry as you make four consecutive attempts to reach Mattero, your calls met with his voicemail. You look at the home screen of your phone for the time.

22:00.

You sit back on the couch, placing a finger thoughtfully on your cheek. You recall him insisting on taking you to a club tonight. However, you declined his invitation, not too fond of clubs, or crowds in general.

With that in mind, you get up, get dressed, gather your belongings, and set out into the night.

Your first attempt to locate Matteo at a club he told you about proves unsuccessful. Disheartened, you sit at a metal chair located near a fountain, a sinking feeling of worry gnawing on you. As you reach for your phone to see if Matteo has responded, a sudden realization strikes; your phone was left behind on the coach in your haste to find him.

You sit there, contemplating your next step when you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

“Is something the matter?” He asks.

“Oh, Bruno,” your frown instantly turning into a smile, “It’s good to see you.”

You first crossed paths with Bruno a little over a month ago. You were walking home, clutching a bag of oranges an elderly lady gifted you for helping her. As you approach your abode, you overheard a conversation about a kind old lady gifting him a bag of apples; he couldn’t refuse the apples, he told his friend, but he isn’t too fond of apples. Mustering up the courage within you, you approach him with a nervous smile, mentioning that you were also gifted a bag of fruit, but it was oranges. You offered to trade, mentioning that you loved apples.

From that moment on, you began crossing paths with Bruno on a regular basis, which prompted a growing friendship. You never actually hung out with Bruno, but you did share a cup of coffee together a few times.

“I’m actually looking for a friend of mine. They-“

As you explain your situation, you see him reaching for his phone. Giving an apologetic smile, he holds up a finger before answering.

“Bruno? Where are you? Giorno said you had important matters after the conference … WAIT. Are you finally going to ask your crush ou-“

He hangs up abruptly and glances your way, hoping you did not overhear what Mista just said. When he sees you smiling at him, the soft moonlight casting a gentle glow on your face, he feels his heartbeat pick up.

He clears his throat, “I sincerely apologize. Can you tell me once more what the issue is?”

“It’s no problem-“

“HEY CUTIE.”

Once again, you’re abruptly interrupted. However, this time, it is by the source of the problem – Matteo. He comes sprinting towards you with the goofiest smile, arms outstretched, looking for a hug. Before he can even get close to you. Bruno swiftly intervenes. He extends his arm, blocking Matteo’s path and fixes him with a stern, disapproving glare.

Matteo scoffs, “Bro, nah, she’s mine, bitch.”

Bruno, taking it as fighting words, readies himself to exchange harsh words with Matteo. However, the sound of your laughter breaks the tension, drawing his attention. When he looks over and sees you smiling and laughing, his stern expression melts away, a soft smile taking its place.

“He’s my friend, Bruno,” you begin, getting up and walking over to Matteo. “He’s the one I’ve been trying to find.”

You outstretch your arms. With an exuberant leap, he tackles you, and you both tumble down to the ground with an “oomph.”

As Bruno stands there, his gaze fixes on you, a pang of longing tugs at his heart. He didn’t know you had a partner. The revelation fills him with a mix of emotions. How long have you been together? Is he overthinking this? You did just say he is a friend.

 He wishes that he could be the one to hug you like that.

“Why didn’t tchu ansswer my calls?!” he asks, crying. You can tell he had too many drinks tonight based on all the words he slurred.

You attempt to get up, but Matteo keeps you down, his face in your chest, much to Bruno’s disdain.

You place a hand on Matteo’s head, giving soothing pets. “I think you had too much to drink tonight.”

“I am not think as you drunk I am.”

You chuckle, “Yeah? Well, can I at least get up?”

“No, your boobs are nice.”

Before you can utter a word, Bruno moves swiftly, almost in an instant. He assists in gently helping Matteo get off you and onto his feet. Slinging Matteo’s arm over his shoulder, Bruno hoists him up.

“Oh, Bruno. It’s okay. I know you must be tired. I can do it.”

“It’s not a problem,” he responds, “I can help him get to where he needs.”

Amid your insistence, Bruno decides to take charge. With a semi-conscious Matteo who can barely stand, Bruno begins walking. With a smile, you hurry your way over to Bruno.

During the journey back, you and Bruno engage in small talk, sharing stories about your days and experiences. The exchange of conversations makes the trip feel like an enjoyable adventure, one you wish you could continue forever. However, all good things must come to an end, and you finally arrive back at the apartment.

Bruno places Matteo gently down onto the couch. As he takes a moment to look around the apartment, he is pleasantly surprised to find it matches his expectations. The space exudes a warm, homely atmosphere with its cozy and charming décor. The delightful aroma wafting through the air only adds to the overall welcoming ambiance.

He’s surprised to see nothing that looks like it belongs to Matteo.

“Does he live here?” Bruno inquires.

“No, he used to live with his boyfriend.” You answer, “His boyfriend cheated on him, and I don’t want him back there until I know it’s safe for him.”

Boyfriend, Bruno chants in his head. They aren’t a couple. Bruno feels a breath of relief amongst hearing that. While he processes his thoughts, Bruno’s phone continues to vibrate. He takes out his phone to see if it’s anything of urgency.

“Just ask her out, ffs.”

“Did you do it?”

“Y’all fucking or what?”

While Bruno reads the colorful messages Mista sent with a darkened face, you crouch down and offer comfort to Matteo by gently stroking his hair.

“Do you need to throw up?”

“Nnn. Nyoh.”

With Matteo in a more stable condition, you determine it would be safe to leave him alone momentarily. You follow Bruno out of your apartment.

“Thank you so much, Bruno,” you express your appreciation sincerely. Is there something I can do to pay you back?”

“Dinner. Go out to dinner with me.”

Your face flushes with hues of red and pink. You hide your face in your hands, embarrassed by your reaction. “Are you sure… with me?”

Bruno gently removes your hands from your face and places a finger under your chin, tilting it slightly so you would look at him directly. He laughs at your adorable reaction, finding it endearing and charming.

“I’m very sure, with you.”

Extra:

“Mista.” Giorno starts, eyes closed in an attempt to remain composed. “Please exit my office. Now.”

Mista, phone in hand, lays on the only other chair in Giorno’s office, his legs dangling from the chair’s edge, swinging back and forth as he awaits a response from Bruno.

“You think they’re fucking?”

Giorno pinches the bridge of his nose, “Volevi questo, Giorno. Volevi unirti alla mafia.”

Oieee voltei pra fazer meu pedido \o/

Então, eu tinha pensado em um bruno x leitora (romântico, por favor) num AU de fantasia onde o bruno é um sereio (ou tritão, sei lá o masculino de sereia ksjkk)

Eu pensei que ele podia conhecer a leitora quando ela estivesse pescando e acaba pegando ele com a rede mas o solta logo em seguida, o que desperta a curiosidade dele na leitora, já que os humanos tendem a capturar a espécie dele.

Aí talvez ele possa retribuir o favor salvando ela de um naufrágio ou então só trazer presentinhos do mar pra ela mesmo, o que faz eles se aproximarem aos poucos.

Desculpa pelo pedido grande, é que eu tô com essas fantasias na cabeça a bastante tempo e minha capacidade quase inexistente de foco não me deixa concluir essa historinha kjkkk

Novamente, gosto muito das suas fics. Tenha um bom dia/noite ^3^

Oi oi oiii! Eu achei muito fofo o seu pedido, e como eu tinha reassistido o filme da pequena sereia e também Golden Wind já que finalmente chegou na Netflix, e então fiquei bem na vibe para escrever esse request!! Espero que goste e uma boa leitura!🩷

Part of Your World

Bruno Bucciarati x Leitora

O que normalmente as pessoas gostam de fazer em uma bela manhã de um sábado? Bom, existem várias opções como dormir, ver televisão, ficar com a família, ler…

No meu caso, eu gosto de pescar!

Minha casa fica em frente ao mar, que sempre permanece calmo independente de tudo. E é onde eu mais gosto de passar o meu tempo, já que é onde consigo organizar meus próprios pensamentos, sendo minha única companhia o belo som das águas contra o casco do barco e as gaivotas que tentavam roubar as minhas iscas.

E hoje não seria diferente!

A semana foi bastante torturante e cansativa por conta do meu trabalho e da minha faculdade, eu estava completamente estressada e precisava de um tempo sozinha, por isso que seguiria a minha tradição de tentar pescar algo para almoçar mais tarde.

Assim que coloco o meu chapéu, saio da minha casa segurando minha vara de pescar e a minha maleta de pesca onde se encontra meus anzóis reservas e iscas, na qual seriam bastante importantes. Eu inspiro tranquilamente com a familiar brisa levemente salgada enquanto caminho em direção a praia, me deliciando com a sensação da areia macia entre os dedos dos meus pés enquanto caminho na direção do meu barco que está ali, praticamente me atraindo para ele como se eu fosse um pedaço de metal e ele um ímã.

No entanto, fui capaz de perceber um som desconhecido ao longe próximo do cais, e logo fico em alerta. Minha razão diz para eu ignorar o som, mas meu instinto me diz para ir ver o que é. Optei pela segunda opção.

Mas o barulho cada vez mais alto começa a me fazer desconsiderar minha escolha de seguir minha razão, e começo a pensar que podia ser algum golfinho ou algum outro animal preso na costa.

Isso foi o suficiente para alterar minha escolha.

Começo a caminhar até o cais, questionando a mim mesma se estou fazendo o certo, mas resolvo apenas seguir o fluxo até ficar perto daquela estrutura de madeira.

— Olá, tem alguém aí?

Assim que minha voz ecoa, o som de repente cessou e com isso franzi minhas sobrancelhas e me aproximar mais ainda da ponta daquela estrutura, até que eu arregalei os olhos quando me deparei com um ser humano que estava preso em algumas redes,

— Meu Deus, como você conseguiu ficar desse jeito?! — Assim que ele ouve minha voz, sua expressão de repente muda para uma de assustado enquanto eu me aproximo.

— Pare, não se aproxime! — Ele de repente gritou, seu tom de voz mostrava sua desconfiança e aflição com minha presença.

— Calma, eu só quero ajudar. — digo de maneira sincera enquanto desço na água rasa e começo a andar até ele.

— Fique onde está!

E de repente, eu achei que estava vendo coisas ou que eu estivesse sendo influenciada por algum resquício de sono, mas não… Eu realmente vi o que eu vi…

Uma cauda… Uma cauda em forma de rabo de peixe.

Não é possível que eu estivesse de cara com um sereio! Eu sei que o mar é bastante vasto, mas nunca achei que a possibilidade da existência dessas criaturas seria possível!

Não consigo esconder a surpresa e o choque que se revelam em meu rosto, e isso pareceu deixar o homem em choque ao ver que ele revelou sua metade de baixo sem querer.

— Uau… — Essa é a única coisa que consigo dizer, mas logo despertei quando ele começou a se mexer novamente, tentando escapar da rede que parecia cada vez mais presa no corpo dele. — Ei, calma, deixa eu te ajudar!

— Já disse para não se aproximar, humana!

Eu não escuto o que ele fala, e vou me aproximando devagar até que eu pego um pouco da rede e começo a tentar puxar ela, no entanto, eu acabo o machucando um pouco sem querer e isso faz ele grunhir e arranhar o meu braço, me fazendo gritar de dor e soltar a rede.

— Ai!

Ele apenas fica mais nervoso e então eu apenas espero o momento que ele fica cansado e, quando ele chega, eu começo a mais uma vez a tirar a rede com mais cuidado dessa vez, e aproveito para verificar se ele ainda tinha algum outro machucado, entretanto, não encontrei mais nada.

Assim que ele ficou livre daquela rede, ele parecia um pouco mais calmo e não parecia ter a intenção de me atacar.

— Obrigado…

— De nada, não é preciso agradecer! — Eu sorri para ele e vi que ele estava prestes a me dizer mais alguma coisa quando seus olhos foram para a ferida em meu braço, quando…

— BUCCIARATI! Você está bem??

Meus olhos se arregalaram quando, um pouco mais ao longe eu pude ver três cabeças emergindo da água, e pareciam de três criancinhas.

— Fica quieto, Narancia! — A menina dos cabelos rosas diz para o garoto de cabelos negros que havia gritado antes, enquanto a outra criança apenas ficou olhando sem dizer nada.

— OLHA, É UMA HUMANA!! — O garotinho chamado Narancia aponta para mim enquanto exclama de forma aguda e surpresa e eu até me espanto.

— Fica quieto Nara!

As duas crianças gritam e então afundam o pobre garoto na água, e isso me fez ver que eles também eram como o homem que ajudei.

— E-Existem mais?!

Repentinamente eu senti algo áspero bater nas minhas pernas e eu acabei caindo no chão, e quando percebi, o Bucciarati já havia mergulhado e levando aquelas três crianças.

O que diabos acabou de acontecer?!

⸺☆⸺

Após esse ocorrido, eu enfim pude ir para o meu barco para finalmente poder começar a minha tarefa de ir pescar, mas agora eu estava levemente hesitante. Agora que sei da existência dessas criaturas, nada impede a existência de outros seres mitológicos como um Kraken ou um Leviatã? Eu engoli em seco, mas como eu já estou no meio do mar… É triste, mas é a vida.

Eu então inspirei fundo e então abri minha maleta e coloquei uma isca no anzol antes de lançá-lo para as águas, e então começou a parte onde eu fico esperando…

Esperando…

E esperando…

Eu então fiquei olhando para as nuvens branquinhas no céu, me lembrando grandes algodões doces até que eu me espantei quanto a linha começou a ser puxada e eu me levantei logo no barco, vendo que em menos de 20 segundos um peixe já tinha fisgado minha isca! Eu puxei o peixe com toda a minha força e arregalei os olhos quando vi que era um grande peixe!!

— Meu Deus, muito obrigada a todos os deuses e santos que tiveram piedade de mim hoje! — Eu digo enquanto olho para o céu com um enorme sorriso enquanto puxo aquele enorme atum para dentro do meu barco.

— Que bom que isso agradou você.

Eu dei um gritinho e quase deixo o peixe escapar, e ao olhar para o lado eu vejo aquele mesmo sereio com ambos os braços apoiados próximos da proa do meu barco.

— Oh, o sereio de novo! — digo para mim mesma, todavia, ele pareceu ouvir minha frase já que ele arqueou uma de suas sobrancelhas.

— Tritão*, esse é o nome da minha espécie. — Ele diz e quando viu que eu fiquei levemente envergonhada pelo meu erro, ele deu uma risada.

— Desculpe. — Eu sorri levemente envergonhada, no entanto, o som do atum se debatendo me trouxe de volta para a realidade, e eu logo olhei para o tritão com curiosidade. — Foi você quem o atraiu para a minha isca? — Ele assentiu com a cabeça, e isso me fez inclinar a minha para o lado. — Mas por quê?

— Ora, você me ajudou lá atrás… É o mínimo que posso fazer, não é?

Eu sorri largamente enquanto eu admirava aquela criatura, conseguindo notar alguns detalhes que não pude antes, como suas orelhas parecerem com barbatanas, algumas pequenas escamas brancas peroladas na área de suas bochechas e no dorso de seu nariz, como também nos seus antebraços, mas diferente do seu rosto, ele tinha algumas manchinhas pretas que eram bastante bonitas.

— Será que eu posso perguntar uma coisa? — pergunto enquanto me aproximo cuidadosamente dele, que apesar de estar mais confortável com minha presença, ele ainda parecia vigilante sobre meus movimentos.

— Sim, claro.

— Por acaso… Existem outras criaturas como vocês sereias e tritões? — pergunto enquanto me sento perto dele e o encaro com bastante interesse por seus conhecimentos do mundo das águas.

— Bom…

⸺☆⸺

A partir desse dia, eu fui me aproximando muito mais deste tritão, que descobri se chamar Bruno Bucciarati, e que ele era alguém bastante importante no reino dele. Sim, um reino de sereias e tritões! Mas para minha “sorte”, descobri que realmente existam outras criaturas marinhas que são dadas como extintas, como o Megalodon, Livyatan e etc. E só de saber isso me deixou assustada.

— Tá brincando Bruno, é sério?? — Eu quase que grito quando ele me disse aquilo, o que o fez dar uma pequena risada.

— Não estou brincando, mas não se preocupe, esses dois estão bem no fundo do mar, lá na Fossa das Marianas. Vocês humanos ainda não foram para lá, não é?

— Para você ter uma ideia, nós sabemos mais sobre o espaço do que sobre o mar!

— Sobre o espaço?

E assim eram nossas conversas durante esses meses em que ficávamos mais próximos, contando coisas mais gerais sobre nossos mundos. No entanto, hoje tinha sido um pouco diferente.

Assim que deu umas 16 horas, eu saí de casa e corri para a praia com rapidez, um sorriso largo logo apareceu em meus lábios quando vi Bruno em nosso ponto de encontro: Perto daquele mesmo cais que eu o salvei quando nos conhecemos.

— Olá Bruno, você está bem? — questiono enquanto me sento próxima da maré do mar, e ele logo fica ao meu lado com sua mão direita aberta e me mostrando lindas conchas com diversos tons de cores! — Bruno, elas são lindas!

— São para você. — Ele sorriu enquanto pega a minha mão e coloca as conchas, nas quais eu toquei com a ponta do meu dedo e sorri ao olhar para o tritão.

— É muita gentileza, muito obrigada! — Eu guardei as conchinhas em uma pequena pochete que sempre levo comigo e logo sorri para ele. — Não esperava por isso, você sempre consegue me surpreender.

Ele sorriu ladino por um momento, olhando para o sol que estava no horizonte, mas meu olhar continuava nele, o admirando secretamente. Não sei se isso podia ser considerado estranho, mas eu achava ele muito bonito. Não só por sua aparência, apesar da cauda, mas sua personalidade gentil, educada e cavalheira o deixavam mais belo.

A luz do sol refletia em seu corpo, e suas escamas pareciam brilhar como pequenas estrelas. Mas o que vem me chamando a atenção durante os meses é a tatuagem que ele tem em seu peito, parecia ser algo tribal mas não tenho certeza.

— O que acha dela?

— Perdão? — Eu despertei ao ouvir a voz dele e logo me toquei ao que ele está se referindo. — Oh, eu acho incrível sua tatuagem, ela tem algum significado?

— Ele é como uma marca da minha família, então todos que possuem o sangue dos Bucciarati possuem essa marca no peito. — Ele sorriu, parecendo orgulhoso enquanto me conta sobre aquele fato de sua família, e isso acabou me contagiando e me fazendo sorrir também. — Você quer tocá-la?

Sua fala de repente me deixou de olhos esbugalhados e senti minhas bochechas esquentando levemente com sua pergunta. No entanto, minha curiosidade estava maior do que qualquer coisa, e com a permissão dele, isso parecia um sinal para mim.

— Eu adoraria.

Ele então se vira para mim, me dando abertura para eu tocar em sua tatuagem que se mesclava em seu abdômen com o começo de sua cauda que também era simplesmente linda com aquele branco perolado, com bolinhas pretas e com uma linha dourado nas laterais. Eu então coloquei a palma das minhas mãos em sua tatuagem, o calor da minha mão tendo um contraste em sua pele gelada devido ao mar.

Eu consegui ouvir a respiração dele ficando um pouco mais profunda e lenta, e isso começou a me deixar um tanto quanto envergonhada, mas não poderia perder aquela oportunidade única. Usei a ponta do meu indicador para contornar a curva da tatuagem e então olhei para ele para ver sua reação, mas seus olhos azuis pareciam me observar de uma maneira singular.

— Está tudo bem? — pergunto como uma garantia de que isso não o está atormentando.

— Sim, não se preocupe.

Ele diz isso e eu não deixo de notar o seu rosto um pouco mais perto do meu e em como o coração dele parecia acelerado sob a palma da minha mão. Senti algo em minha perna e quando notei, a cauda dele parecia querer se enroscar nela, me fazendo ruborizar com mais força.

— Posso lhe dizer algo, S/n? — Ele diz em um tom de voz baixo enquanto seu olhar permanece nos meus. — Tem algo que não te contei sobre minha espécie.

— E o que seria esse algo?

Minha voz parecia mais baixa, mas por eu estar me sentindo acanhada, e meu próprio coração batendo mais rápido não estava me ajudando a pensar direito enquanto nós estávamos tão perto um do outro.

— Nós tritões… — Ele se aproxima de meu ouvido, sua respiração quente fazendo um suave carinho em minha pele e me dando arrepios na espinha. — Carregamos conosco o costume de presentear aqueles que possuímos um vínculo forte e, assim, desejamos estar juntos até o fim de nossas vidas.

Eu imediatamente sinto um frio na barriga quando nossos olhos se reencontraram, ele tinha um olhar firme e determinado, enquanto eu estava nervosa e surpresa por todas as suas palavras.

Eu imediatamente fiquei um pouco insegura por conta de nossa diferença de espécie, todavia, Bruno não parecia considerar isto.

— Eu… É…

— Você vai ser a minha mãe??! — Subitamente uma voz infantil ecoou no local, e logo vi aquele mesmo garotinho de cabelos negros nadando até a mim.

— Narancia, o que está fazendo aqui? — Bruno logo olhou para o garotinho que ficou entre nós dois, praticamente se deitando em minhas pernas.

— Desculpe Bucciarati, ele não quis me escutar e nem a Trish. — Aquele outro menino que estava com eles, um de cabelos dourados, emergiu das águas com a garotinha de cabelos rosas atrás, parecendo irritada com o Narancia.

— Ah, tudo bem, eu entendo…

— Ei! Você quem vai ser minha mãe?! — Narancia perguntou para mim e parecia animado enquanto toca nas minhas pernas de uma forma curiosa. — Que estranho, você não tem cauda! O que você é??

— Sou uma humana, pequeno Narancia.

— Uau! Que legal! — Ele parecia animado enquanto até mesmo se sentava em meu colo, analisando as minhas coxas, pernas e pés. — Você é estranha, mas gosto de você.

Eu olhei para o garoto com uma leve surpresa e indignação e ouvi uma pequena risada do Bruno e vi as outras duas crianças se aproximando e também me olhando curiosas.

É, acho que eu fui adotada por uma família, uma família de sereios.

The End

Bruno Bucciarati's Type Headcanon

Bruno is someone with a deep-seated desire for a loving relationship and perhaps, a family of his own. As the years go by, his desire increasingly starts to surface.

However, the path he walks is fraught with danger and uncertainty. Serving as Giorno’s right-hand man in Passione, his life is intertwined with the complex world of Italy’s strongest mafias.

As Team Bucciarati works tirelessly to clean up Passione and protect their territory from rival factions attempting to seize power, Bruno finds himself constantly away on perilous missions, often with little respite between them. His absence can range from days to weeks, and sometimes even longer.

The weight of his responsibilities and the knowledge that his life is constantly on the line weigh heavily on Bruno's heart. He is aware of the dangers he faces, and it pains him to imagine someone he cares about worrying and waiting for his return, only for that day to never come. He has seen too many comrades who had family fall, and it's a fear that haunts him.

He believes that suppressing this desire is the responsible thing to do.

Bruno not dating means several less things to worried about.

What if someone kidnaps his s/o and uses them as leverage?

What if he promised a night out, but he could not make it?

What if a rival member decides to kill his s/o?

Because of these factors, luck would truly have to be on s/o’s side, especially if they are a civilian.

As a generality, Bruno’s type would be someone who is kind, gets his weird sense of humor, and exudes a calming presence that makes spending time together effortless. Whether he and his s/o are fishing, listening to Miles Davis, or simply relaxing, being near his s/o soothes him.

On the other hand, while I do think Bruno values calm and stability in a partner more, I can also see Bruno liking someone slightly chaotic. Someone who he enjoys sharing a laugh with. Someone who does stupid things to get him to laugh. However, he's not looking for an extremely chaotic personality, as his demanding work already saps his energy and exposes him to such individuals regularly.

Additionally, this person must accept his line of work.

If his s/o is not part of the mafia, he won’t disclose his involvement unless they begin to suspect, or the relationship is about to go to the next level.

Bruno would want them to see him as a person first before they make a decision. Afterall, he is in Passione to eradicate drugs amongst the youths.

Bruno is most likely to enter a romantic relationship with a fellow member of Passione. His future s/o would need to have some experience within the organization, preferably working alongside Bruno on numerous missions where they shared the same living quarters.

There are two reasons why Bruno would date a fellow Passione member:

1.) Bruno will be less apprehensive about dating knowing they are perfectly capable of defending themselves.

2.) They understand the mafioso lifestyle. Though the disappointment will still be present, they won’t be resentful or surprised when he’s away for extended periods of time. This shared perspective significantly reduces potential strains and misunderstandings. Moreover, Bruno can have open discussions with his significant about Passione's members and issues, providing a valuable source of insight and support.

If his s/o is a civilian, they must be the one of the luckiest people ever.

For this civilian to catch Bruno’s attention, they’d have to do something truly “significant” in his eyes. It will most likely be an act of kindness.

Helping an elderly lady with groceries.

Buying a kid who didn’t have money an ice cream.

S/o trying to skim board in a fountain, only to fall face first into the water, attempting to avoid crashing into a kid.

I also have a one-shot where civilian s/o exchanges a bag of apples that Bruno was gifted for a bag of oranges. She was watering plants on her balcony when she overheard the conversation about him not being fond of apples. She runs down and exchanges the bags with him.

After witnessing an act of kindness, there is a low chance that Bruno may strike up a conversation with you. If you are close by him after the incident occurred, he may comment about it out loud.

As time passes, If Bruno sees s/o consistently after the initial incident, he will begin to think about them more frequently, noting just how often they keep crossing paths. If he’s in a crowd, he finds himself doing a quick glance to see if you are there.

After a series of encounters – four or five to be exact–, with each one seemingly involving him or his future s/o running into one another, he becomes drawn to them. He eventually initiates a conversation, sharing a chuckle at the uncanny frequency of their meetings. With each interaction, Bruno finds himself falling deeper in love, and s/o becomes a constant presence in his thoughts.

He starts to believe fate is trying to bring you two together. Unexpectedly, after some pep talk from Mista of all people, he finally goes and asks them out for dinner.

Hi melk! Could you perhaps do 💭 ❤ from the NSFW hc list with Bucciarati pretty pls?

-🥭

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

I think Bruno is the most sensitive on his neck!! Thrives off of anything to do with his neck; kissing, biting, licking, squeezing. It's easy to hide any marks and bruises you leave on him due to his typical uniform, though he definitely gets weird looks when he's seen at a casual non-mafia related gathering still in his usual attire. He doesn't need anyone seeing the damage you did nor does he want to look in a mirror and pop a boner from the sight.

Marks littered Bruno's delicate, tanned skin. Bruises in the shape of teeth, patches of blue and purple decorating his neck. You love seeing the damage you've created times before, licking your lips at the idea of creating more or making them worse. As your hands trailed up his chest and danced closer to his throat, Bruno's breath hitched and eyes darkened substantially. When your fingers wrapped on either side of his neck and squeezed ever so slightly, his cock twitched between your legs, rubbing against the lace panties acting as a barrier. Your smile was devious and beautiful as you watch him, confident yet fearful. Arousal written all over his face as you wrap your other hand around his neck too, your grin widening as you squeeze a little tighter to cut off his air and his hands, in turn, tighten around your waist.

💭 - Which sexual desire are they too embarrassed about to tell anyone? And in which situation would it be obvious enough to show?

MOMMY KINK

ik ik 'but bruno is the mommy' shut up anyway that man would love to be looked after by a mommy figure, someone who will praise him and tease him and look down on him. He's always the one to be in a position of power over those closest to him, what he desires the most is for someone to be in power over him but not in a true Dom/sub way and more a Mommy/baby way. Wants to be looked after, told he's doing good, service someone and praised in turn for it. It is obvious whenever he does something little for you, the way you praise him gets him flush and a little worked up if he lets it, even if it's the way you would thank anyone else in the team.

"I made you a drink." Bruno announces after entering the living room. You sat on the couch next to Narancia with Leone in a chair diagonal to you, watching a movie together on a boring Sunday evening. "Oh thank you, my love." There was a pang in his gut, a pleasant one that sent sparks throughout his body. "No one can make this just the way I like, like you can." You take a sip of the drink, entirely unaware of the way Bruno was frozen in place and trying to keep himself from getting hard at your simple praise. You hum, "Perfect as always, thank you Bruno." He swallowed thick as you smiled up at him, slowly becoming aware of the weird looks Leone and Narancia are giving him, no doubt noticing the tint of colour creeping onto his face. Taking a breath he smiles and pats your shoulder, almost running out of the room to save himself from showing himself up in front of the others.

~*° Nights in white satin°* ~

When they need you in the middle of the night

Warnings: Angst (to comfort), mutual pining (kind of), platonic/romantic

Pairing: Bucciarati gang x reader (separately)

A/N: listened to the songs of 'Moody Blues' and came up with these short drabbles

Bruno

His sheets smell of vanilla and blank freshness of cotton, his hair, black as a moonless night, are sprayed all over the pillow, sapphire eyes tired, yet open.

This mission was particularly difficult, making Bruno return late, skip the dinner with his gang in favor of a shower. Now he lays in his bed, unable to fall asleep, feeling sore and pained where his skin was damaged during the fight.

He needs some comfort. Lately you provided him the most of it, and he liked how natural it came between the two of you. He has to be strong for all his men, but with you he may be vulnerable, he may be in need of reassurance and affection when it comes to you.

He wonders, if you are awake? All he has to do is to knock on the door next to his and check on you himself.

With a sigh he sits on his bed, not aware of how messy his soft hair are from all the tossing and turning. Bare feet meet the cold floor of his room and then the one of the corridor as Bruno headed to your room.

Careful not to wake anyone up, the capo knocked on your door.

"Come in," he heared your quiet voice.

So, you were awake, he figured. The thought both relaxing and making him wonder why were you still up? However he was met with the answer the moment he opened the door.

"Have you been reading?" He asked upon noticing a book in your hands.

You noded, putting the book aside.

"Have you come over to wish goodnight?" You asked, batting your lashes at him innocently, knowing he will tell you how you should prioritize sleep before everything these days.

"I guess this too, " he smiled softly, making your lips mirror his.

You made some space for him beside you on the bed and he gratefully placed himself down on your mattress, enjoying the way it deepened, making your shoulders bump together. With a chuckle you leaned into Bruno's side, placing your head against his collarbones, his hands coming up to wrap around your form.

He takes an inhale, his nose atop your hair, and exhales contently.

"Will you stay here for the night?" You ask hopefully, hand tiredly clenching on his pajama shirt.

"Of course, " He breathes out, already half asleep with you in his arms.

"Goodnight then?" You ask and he feels you pull away a little to look him in the eyes.

"Goodnight, Y/N, " he whispers with admiration in tired eyes of him.

His heart feels so at peace, beating beside your own.

Abbachio

Oh, how he suffers. He doesn't even remember, what glass it was, as his lips find their place at the glass's brim, gulping down the red liquid yet again.

The pain was that he knew what he wanted, yet he couldn't find it in him to call you, since it was already late the minute he came back home.

He knows your number, remembers it better than any day of his past life. Moody Blues tugs on his sleeve, showing the phone into Leone's arms, eager to stop yet another lonely night.

The man is prone to bicker, say it's late, and he can't be this selfish to make you listen to his rumbles. Leone wants to sacrifice his happiness for yours, his comfort to your night sleep.

"Isn't it what I want for you too? To be happy?" Moody Blues replays a memory of your sweet voice and the man gives up, having nothing to say against your words.

This call is supposed to make him a little bit more happy, yeah? With a tight feeling in his chest, Leone is awaiting for you to pick up the phone on the other end.

He just wants to see you, to hold you, to place grateful kisses all over your face and neck. As much as he hates the need to wake you up.

"Y/N?" He finally is about to hear your voice, "I am sorry, I might've woken you up..."

His voice is smooth and low as always when he is vulnerable with you, he keeps it on it's quiet to not disturb your ears, practicaly muttering his words.

"No, no... It's okay, " you assure, and he may imagine you look adorable: all warm and disheveled from your sweet rest... "Has something happened?"

He assures you that it's nothing urgent, before a pause hangs between you. He wants to tell you how happy he is to have you, cause he knows just how he suffers and how he used to suffer without you.

"Leone? " Your voice has a hint of worry in it, and Abbachio finds a fuzzy feeling in his chest upon hearing it.

Bedsheets rustle on your end of the phone.

"Do you need me to come over?" you probably stood up from your bed and begun shuffling through your clothes.

"Yes, please." You hear him say quietly.

"Okay, I'll be there soon, " you assure, "love you."

"I love you too. Please get here safe, " he answers.

And now it's your time to blush, stunned in the middle of the room. It's not everyday Leone says something soft to anyone. You can't wait to see him too.

Mista

He felt all shades of pain: physical from all the cuts and wounds over his body, mental from the thought that you are probably asleep and he can't just break in your apartment in need of comfort and medical help.

But let's be rational, his legs are moving on their own in the direction of your flat. No longer after you're raised to your feet by his arrival: hat off, hair dump with sweat and his clothes cut in all places as if he was thrown at a glass door (he was).

You take the time to tend to his multiple wounds left after a difficult mission. A spirit soaked tampon in your hand brushing delicately against the skin of his back to desinfect the wounds before you put a cute aid band over them.

Once you're done, you exhale exhausted, forehead leaning against Mista's back. The way his muscles stiffened at the contact made you tilt your head a little and place a small kiss over the nearest cut.

"W-what are you doing!?" Mista turns his face to you, and the poor boy is all red.

"I am just kissing them better," you deadpan.

He stares at you for a few seconds more, making you giggle at his shock.

"Sorry if you didn't like it, " you muse, cocking your head to a side.

"I never said I didn't like it, " He grumbled, turning his face away, "just got me by surprise, that's all."

"All right," you put the supplies aside, suppressing a yawn, "if we go to bed now, I will kiss you goodnight, how does it sound?"

You knew he couldn't decline the offer, seeing a hopeful spark in Mista's tired eyes.

Fugo

He hadn't noticed how he appeared to stay overnight at the office again. Just too much of paperwork he had to do for both him and Narancia before he could go rest.

He spent a good amount of time scrunched above the desk in an uncomfortable position, completely unaware of just how sore his back got.

When he straightened up in the chair, done with the last report on the hand, though, his face twitched as he let out a pained groan.

Oh, how he wished you was still here, but you went home a few hours earlier and he couldn't blame you for it.

Still Fugo missed the way your hands would usually rub his shoulders, or how your fingers would run through his hair to soothe him, while he tells you about his yet another terrible day. He wants to lay beside you at least...

With a heavy sigh, Fugo put on his coat: he has a spare key to your apartment and hopes you won't complain about him sneaking in when it's past midnight yet again.

Narancia

The boy is used to spending time with you and he loves it. He loves every spontaneous movie marathon you two may go through after deciding to watch just one. Well, to be fair, you enjoy the time together too!

This time he couldn't fall asleep the whole night. He's tried all the coping schemes Bruno taught him: from calming his breath to counting gunshots sheeps. Nothing worked.

He laid there, poorly exhausted, mind gears scratching to find the solution to the predicament.

And then an idea so simple yet so genius has came to his mind: he could just call you! You always have fun when you're together!

When you opened the door to your room, waked up by the rapid knocking, you were met by Narancia's disheveled yet happy appearance.

"Y/N, " he whisper-shouted, "let's go!" His hand grabs yours as the boy tugs your dumbfounded self out the room.

"I've made it for us," he proudly shows you a blanket fort, "let's get in!"

You know better than me that there are now two giggling sleepless teenagers in the room.

You better be quiet, though, because other members of the gang may find it a reason to yell at the two of you.

thinking about: bruno, abbacchio, mista with an S/O that's pregnant but hasn't said anything cause they keep waiting for the right moment but keeps being distracted by other stuff and it isn't until narancia uses his stand and goes "uh why do you have two heartbeats?" that it's finally brought up.

thonkin thonkin about being Mista's girlfriend but getting absolutely lovestruck by Bruno upon meeting him and his other friends......... secret encounters..... forbidden love...... makes me horknee