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All the homies know it's golden wind
2 canon gay couples, commonly headcannoned trans giorno, bruabba, and it's set in ITALY
italian mobster lookin so precious.
just remembered my bucciarati design for sonic
Vento Aureo • 1600 AU (JJBA)
Day 3 // Faith
#bruabbaweek2022 art challenge
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I love your fics 💜 could you please do prompts #14, #19 and #22 with Bruno bucciarati ?
here you go sweetie! i can’t get enough with these prompts, they leave sm room to think and create things! also yesss i luv bucciarati, i literally can never get enough of him 😭🙏✨💕
Yandere Bucciarati x Reader
Prompts #14, #19, #22
Bad life decisions leave your only outlet to be joining Passione. Who knew that this was yet another bad decision.
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When you moved to Naples, you did for a fresh new start and scenery from where you previously lived. Yes your family may not have been the most happy or supportful of it, but you continued to pursue your dream. It was all fun and games when you arrived, nothing could have been better than that first week there. The weather was perfect as well as the food, and the scenery was to kill for. You thought of your family to be dumb for ever doubting this decision of yours in the first place.
That was until everything went downhill. You had an extreme amount of bills to pay as your job wouldn’t schedule you enough hours due to your lack of the Italian language. It wasn’t that you couldn’t speak it, you just weren’t as fluent as the natives there. Not only were you set aside, a famous restaurant that went by Libecco a few blocks down was drawing more customers than ever over time causing your boss to hoard whatever money to himself. You tried to find the ins and outs of being able to manage without becoming financially ruined, but bills and stress began to pile up until you couldn’t take it anymore. That was what led you into standing outside a prison to meet someone who would help you with that debt on your shoulders. You never would have thought it would have led into a lifelong occupation leaving you stuck in Italy itself.
That was how you joined the major crime syndicate, Passione.
It was hard at first, your lighter going out causing you to mentally curse at yourself for your yet again terrible luck. Looking at the lighter and at your surroundings, you decided to relight the lighter. ‘What no one knows won't hurt them.’ You thought as you flicked the lighter back on. Then that’s when you suddenly felt your side be pierced with a sharp object. Landing on your side, you curled up holding the area of pain and blood.
You let out a blood-curdling scream as the pain ran throughout your body only to suddenly stop. Quickly sitting up you looked at the dark robed figure standing a few feet away from you with what appeared to be an arrow. Blood dripped at the tip as he stood there not moving. All of a sudden the pain dissipated, you finally were granted the ability to move. You had gotten up and with a new level of courage, you felt something within you awakened. Before you knew it you defeated the robe figure and stood against a tree to lean on. The battle left your body fatigued, not used to all the sudden combat.
“Excuse me signorina, are you alright?” Looking up you saw a man in a white suit with a strange black tear-like pattern.
“I’m fine. I’m just tired, that's all.” You replied attempting to stand straight only to fail and slump against the tree once more. “You more than tired, here let me help.” The stranger stated as he got closer to you in order to help you up. He wrapped a hand around your waist in order to support you from falling even further. Carrying your way to a bench, he set you down letting you gain your bearings. After waiting a couple of moments you finally sat back up to get a good glance of the man.
He was young, he had a black bob haircut that framed his face perfectly. His suit exclaimed wealth and his striking blue eyes pierced your heart. The male sat down next to you, checking you over to make sure you were okay. Abruptly you remembered about your initial task in the first place. You rapidly began to look for the item that caused all of this trouble. You dug into each pocket you had until you pulled out that trusty silver light, that was when you recalled the stranger who sat in front of you. Tilting your head up towards the man you saw the certain he observed the lighter, it was like he knew something about it. His blue hues cast an unknown glint towards the object before it shot back up to meet your eyes.
“My apologies Signorina for my rude staring. Do you feel better now? You looked quite out of it a few moments ago.” He asked with a warm kind gaze. “Yeah I’m alright, thanks so much even if you did just set me on a bench. I know a lot of people wouldn’t do that…so thank you stranger.” You smiled up at the man. “Bruno, Bruno Bucciarati. That is my name, I’m sure we will be seeing more of each other in the near future. Ciao.” He smiled in return before getting up and walking away. All you could do was stare at his retreating figure, questioning what his parting words meant. Well now it was time to wait until you had to return that cursed lighter.
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That was how it all started. You turned in your lighter meaning you had finally joined the organization. Receiving the pin you made your way out into the public streets of Naples. That was where you had meant the mysterious man known as ‘Bucciarati’ again. He was already standing outside, seemingly waiting for your arrival. That was when you had gotten an invitation to join his team, which you accepted without a doubt.
It was fun getting to know each member, they were all an interesting bunch with their own personalities setting them aside. There was no problem getting along with them unless you wanted to talk about the rocky start you had with a certain member. They all taught you how to harness your stand which wasn’t very much useful for battles, but for reckon purposes. No matter what they all made you feel welcomed. You really owed Bucciarati a lot. He gave you a family, a family who didn’t abandon you alone in Italy to fend for your own self. At least that is what he had told you. You received no form of contact from your family whatsoever. Yeah maybe calls might have been a problem due to the fact you had to own a burner phone due to your occupation, but you received no effort from their end. It made you feel alone, but Bucciarati reassured you that he would forever remain by you. That you would never be alone.
You soon grew to harbor romantic feelings for the refined man. He was everything a girl could have asked for. He always made sure to go out of his way to bring you happiness and make you feel like you meant something in life. He was always there for you and gave you this new family. Not only was he kind and loving, his looks were a bonus to it as well. You were enchanted by him, how he always looked so handsome yet so calm and composed all the time. No matter how head over heels you fell for the man, you never would have told him your feelings. What were the chances of this man loving you back? The chances were slim and you didn’t want to ruin anything you had with him. He gave you so much and you repaid it with petty love.
You were on a mission involving you to collect some data from the cops who had patrolled the area. Someone was sneaking around and planting drugs for others to collect. Bucciarati sent you because there was not much needed action and all you needed to do was say his name. Everyone knew Bucciarati as a wonderful kind young man. He did whatever he had to do to ensure everyone's safety and happiness even though he was involved in Italy’s number one syndicate. Walking around the corner you saw the two police men you had to question, but what you also saw was your family. Their faces lit up with distress as they continued to bombard the annoyed police men with questions.
Step by step you let your heart take over from the longing it had to reunite with your family. There you were, standing behind the people you loved who were too busy to notice your presence. “...Mom, Dad?” They shot around to look at you, their faces lightening up with relief. “Where have you been?! You never answered our calls and responded with these weird emails! We had enough and decided to visit. When we went to your apartment your landowner stated that you had been missing for some time! We told you staying here was bad! Come along, we're going home!” Your parents declared grabbing your wrist and beginning to drag you behind them to be only stopped by a swift ‘zipping’ noise. You quickly turned around to get a glance at your attacker which resulted in a blunt force hitting your head, knocking you right out.
You let out a groan as you regain consciousness, the throbbing from your head making you slowly rise from whatever you were laying on. Eyes widening you remembered what had taken place before then. You had found your parents looking for you only for them to throw some accusations at you and take you home. Shortly after that you heard a familiar sound and then it was lights out. That sound, you remembered it from somewhere…what was it? A door opening interrupted your thought process and caused you to be on guard. Your stand summoned by your side, the small thing floating right next to you not looking like much of a threat. When the person entered the room you immediately let your guard down. Relief washing throughout your body.
“B-Bucciarati, thank goodness you're here! I have no idea where we’re at or what happened. I saw my family and someone attacked us…” You spoke only for your last line to die out. Attempting to stand up, you felt nothing coming from the waist down. Hastily looking down you saw nothing where your legs should have been. Snapping your head back up you looked at the culprit himself, Bruno Bucciarati.
“Why? What are you doing? Why are my legs gone? Answer me!” You screamed as Bucciarati came closer and took a sit on the bed next to you. He let out a small chuckle and reached over to grab ahold of your hand. His olive tanned fingers intertwined with yours. “Mia Bella, you asked too many questions. They simply had to go, they were compromising my plan to be with you. If you would’ve left, you would’ve left me behind and later on would’ve had to deal with the boss's wrath for your treachery. I had to save you cara, and saving you meant getting rid of them.”
You sat there, letting his words sink in. Not only did he just simply confess his hidden feelings, but he threw in how he saw fit to get rid of your family. Yanking your hand away from his, you used your arms to propel your legless body away from him. Even though it didn’t reach far, he just told you that he killed your family. Unexpectedly you felt cold droplets hit your skin. A knot causing you to rack out a sob, your body curling in on itself. Bucciarati moved closer to your wallowing form, arms scooping you up pulling you into his warm embrace. His hand soon met the cold wet teary skin of your cheek. “Darling why are you crying? I took care of the problem! They were going to take you away from us, from me. All this time I knew how you felt, no need to hide your feelings from me anymore mia bella. Ever since I met you that day, the day of your test in order to join Passione. I was so confused on why such a beautiful girl with a bright future would ever be caught up into the criminal underworld. That’s why I need to protect you, we live in a cruel world (Y/N). Ti amo, cara.” He sweetly cooed as he continued his affectionate act.
No matter how hard you tried, the tears kept coming. Even though your family thought against you moving here, they only tried to think about what was best for you. Now you can never see them again, all due to the person who saved you from your own mistake. “Please don’t cry. Show me the smile I love so much! The smile I saw the first day we met when we sat at that bench and were able to grace each other with our names.” He shifted away from you, only coming to wrap his arms from behind you. Closely he nuzzled his face next to your neck, his nose brushing over your jawline. You could feel a coy smile forming on his face as he squeezed you closer. “You don’t need to worry anymore. You don’t need your family, friends, or Passione. You have me. When we defeat the boss, you’ll be safe. So rest now mia cara…”
“You’re safe here in my arms.”
*stands on pedestal and taps mic* hello can I request number 100 and 12 for Bruno or Risotto, oh and with a male s/o if possible!
Yandere Bucciarati x Male!Reader
Prompts #12 & #100
“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be okay.”
“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long.”
You had a nagging pit in your stomach while patiently sitting on the boat by the dock in front of the tall church. Something wasn’t sitting right with you as you were ordered to remain on the boat. Looking over, Mista and Narancia were fighting over the last chocolate confection as Fugo looked around for some water to cure his parched throat. Abbachio was silently sitting there as Giorno looked focused on something that looked to be important.
His blonde eyebrows furrowed in concentration or one could say frustration. Something was up and you weren’t going to just sit around while blindlessly waiting for it to come. Taking one last glance at the group, you urgently hopped off the boat granting the surprise of the others.
“What are you doing?! We’re going to get in trouble, not only by Bucciarati but the boss himself!” Exclaimed Fugo as he ditched his little crusade for water.
“Don’t you feel it? Something is off…I don’t like it and I’m not just going to sit around to find out. I worry about Trish and most importantly Bucciarati.”
“Are you out of your mind?! This is the boss we're talking about, you can’t just waltz in there!”
Fugo continued to rant on as the others stared in confusion. You ignored him and hastily approached the chapel. Giorno as well stood up and looked like he was planning to make a move.
Upon opening the doors a familiar noise you’ve grown accustomed to was heard. The sound of Sticky Finger’s zippers. Picking up your pace, you pulled a full on sprint making your way down the stairs. Rounding the corner on the marble stairs, you saw a sight you never wanted to see Bucciarati bleeding out as he was dragging Trish with him. You failed to notice a shadowy presence in the corner of your eye making an escape.
Rushing over to Bucciarati you called upon your stand The Sound of Silence and put your stand into effect. The atmosphere around you and Bucciarati froze, the blood bleeding out of him remaining in place as you continued to drag him and Trish up the stairs.
The sound of another pair of footsteps got your attention. Starting to call for help the footsteps grew louder and closer. Giorno stood there, panting and holding one of his brooches. Catching sight of you, he immediately ran his way downwards to assist the three of you.
Bucciarati was in a moderate stable condition, but your stand wouldn’t stop the bleeding for long. Trish’s hand was still zip to her wrist, unconscious from what you could guess. Giorno kneeled down and started to heal Bucciarati’s wounds, his dull eyes gaining the light they once lost as they stared into your own.
Slowly but surely Bucciarati was healed, feeling the weight of his head resting on your lap. A few moments went by with the prolonged eye contact before you looked at Giorno who gave a brief affirm nod of his head that everything was fine.
The church's doors were slammed open as the others made their way towards you all. All of them confused by the distressed look on your faces and the sight of Trish’s harmed body.
“W-What happened? Why is Trish like that? What happened to the boss?!”
All of them started to bombard you three with questions, Giorno standing up to confront the group. Looking back down into Bucciarati’s ocean blue eyes, his eyes met yours. Your eyes widened at the fact he had been staring at you the whole time.
“Bucciarati, are you ok? You took a really bad blow…I just want to make sure you're alright…”
Bucciarati rapidly blinked and sat up, a small smile cascading over his attractive features.
“I’m just fine, do not worry. If it weren’t for you coming in and alerting Giorno, I would have been dead. Thank you y/n, I’m truly grateful for what you have done.”
Smiling at your Capo’s praise, you brought your gaze back to the frantic group. All their eyes darted around as they continued to ask what was wrong. Bucciarati got up and cleared his throat, getting the attention from the others. He explained he would tell them once they were outside and not in the dangerous church where the boss might’ve still lingered.
Walking outside you saw Bucciarati looking out of the corner of his eye. Quickly looking away, you made your way back to the dock where Bucciarati announced he betrayed Passione. He then asked for help explaining that it was okay if they decided not to join him.
The shock of the situation ate away at you, your hands fidgeting as you kept your eyesight locked onto the ground. Giorno was already in the boat as was Abbachio who decided he was going along. Mista agreed as well and continued on the boat, him eyeing his gun ignoring the others as if he was convincing himself that it would be fine. Narancia looked like he was about to have a breakdown, torn between if he should go or not. Then there was Fugo who went against it as he backed slowly away from the boat.
In the end Narancia came along with Fugo staying behind, the rest of you were riding in silence on the boat. No one dared to speak as the atmosphere rang heavy. Still in disbelief on the decision you heard a shuffle next to you. Slowly looking up, you saw Bucciarati’s concerned face as he reached over towards your shaking hand.
“Are you alright? You don’t look so well. I shouldn’t be asking that, we did just make a life threatening decision. I just want to say, overall I am really grateful you came.”
Peering up to meet his gaze, you let out a small smile. Your eyes shifting back down to his olive tan hand holding yours.
“Thank you Bucciarati, I’m sure we all will get through this together and take down the boss.”
Bucciarati nodded at your response, continuing to hold your hand during the way there.
You looked back at that moment as you laid there bleeding from your severed arm. The scarily large amount of blood coming from your wound frightened you. You didn’t want to die, it was too early for you and you didn’t want to go out like this. You wanted to see your gang, you wanted to see Bruno.
His warm gaze that day was something you wished you could see again, but the only thing you saw was the dark weather ceiling of the colosseum. Your labored breathing became steady as your body was fading, your eyesight as well. You heard a noise, but couldn’t make out what it really was. A few shuffles accompanied it as a familiar white suit enveloped your vision. A few curse words were heard until the sound of zippers rang throughout your ears.
“H-Help me…I don’t w-want to die-” You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes as your mortality hung above your head.
“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be okay. There’s no need to worry, I’m here.”
About to whip your head towards Bucciarati, you failed from the lack of energy your body had. Steadily your eyesight came back and you were able to see all of Bucciarati’s consoling gaze. His hand gently wiping the stray tears on your face.
“I-I thought I was going to die, I didn’t want to die until I saw all of you guys win. Where is everyone?” You questioned as your colored orbs darted around looking for the rest of your teammates.
“No need to worry, they are doing just fine for now. When you were injured and thrown by Diavolo, they all thought you'd died. I couldn’t just leave you like Abbachio…you mean everything to me y/n. Once this is all over, you and I can go back to Naples to my private house. It may not be big, but I believe it would be a perfect starting point for us.”
The words Bucciarati said started to confuse you. The others thought you were dead? Not only that, but he was talking about feelings you never even heard of.
“What are you talking about Bucciarati? W-We have to go help the others!” You declared, trying to get the working muscles from your severed arm working again.
“No we don’t, they are just fine right now. You're injured. I may have re-attached your arm although I cannot make up for all the blood you lost. You're still in shock from the fall as well, I would rather die than have you risked going back out there to only get yourself killed. I care about you too much to let you go. I love you.”
“This isn’t funny Bucciarati! Our teammates are out there fighting the boss, we can’t just sit here waiting for the others to do everything for us.”
“Yes you can. The boss has already been defeated alright, so stop insisting about meeting back up with everyone. You're not going back.”
Before you could open your mouth and respond to Bucciarati’s statement, lips were upon yours. His lips making haste against your own as pure undeniable passion radiated from them. The feeling of his semi-chapped plumped lips intertwined with yours, as both of your saliva mixed together. This moment felt like forever as you were forced to endure Bucciarati’s foregin lips on yours.
Finding and summoning all your strength, you pushed Bucciarati away. Eyes blown wide open as you stared in shock at your capo.
“Why did you do that? Bucciarati-”
“Call me Bruno, we’ve known each other long enough for us to call us by our last names. You saved me from meeting my y/n, I remember the distraught look in yours eyes as you worried for my own well-being. You’ve proved to me countless times of how amazing you are. I thought my feelings for you were odd, different from the others, but I’ve figured out that truly I’ve been in love with you. I’ve learnt that you don’t need the others after you’ve been injured by Diavolo. You need me just as I need you.”
Bucciarati crept up next to you as you laid there with no more energy in your body to reject his on-going advances. He scooped you back into his arms and placed a hand on your cheek leaning down to get closer to your abused lips. You squirmed trying to turn your head away from his closing lips. Bucciarati’s left hand pulled your head closer to his as you felt the small puffs of air from his mouth.
“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this , I wanted to do this for so long.“
Before he could lean down and kiss you again, panic-stricken footsteps interrupted Bucciarati from continuing any further. The footsteps stopped outside the wall in the cell.
“Bucciarait are you okay? Where is y/n? I can’t find him!” Narancia’s distressed voice exclaimed.
Opening your mouth to call out for help, you were stopped by Sticky Fingers zipping your mouth shut.
“I haven’t found him yet. Keep looking somewhere else, I’ve gotten this area covered.”
A hum was heard before Narancia’s footsteps faded in the distance. Bucciarati brought his attention back down to you. A cocky smile as if he were mocking you for thinking you could have ever gotten away.
A few zipper noises were heard and then you lost feeling in your limbs. Bucciarati stood up and dust himself off. A few specks of dirt were still on his suit as he turned away, stopping at the archway.
“I will come back for you once they are all gone. I love you mio caro.” Then he left.
Maybe Fugo was right, maybe you should’ve never gone into that chapel.
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."
