Leone Abbacchio - Tumblr Posts
Finally back again but had art block so did this
Saw a lot do this so I joined☆
☆Passion appearance+LGBTQ+ hcs☆
BruAbba day 5= Outfit swap!
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~*° 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.
"How would the team react to their p*rno being found?"
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which one of yalls did this 😭
THE KEMU3 SONG AT THE END TOO PLS 😭😭😭
Metalhead-goth Leone :33
im a little sad tumblr doesn't have a song feature option for ur posts cause i would totally play Sisters of Mercy.
But i'm also kinda glad they don't cause sometimes i wanna scroll in silence, which, instagram is not silence-friendly when there's about ten different ads, reels, and posts with music shoved in ur face all at once LMFAO.
anyways pls don't look at my ass tagging<33
(Spoilers for JoJo Part 5/Golden Wind/Vento Aureo⚠️)
One of the moments that make me always really sad for Bruno was when Abbacchio died and he tried so hard to not breakdown. So hard that when he bites his lip it starts bleeding.
The way he bites his lip is something small but it says a lot how he feels about this and how much it hurt him. He is trying so much to not cry and grief but move forward instead. He has to be the leader and can’t show any weakness but he’s still human and he lost someone he cared about.
He is in pain. He failed at protecting someone.
In the anime it’s even portrayed more emotional imo. Bruno’s voice actor did an amazing job at sounding stern and angry that Narancia is going against his orders (and is afraid he will be the next) but you can hear its getting difficult for him to keep his cool.
I will always see it as symbolism that when Narancia is crying and screaming like crazy and begs him to stay …that’s what Bruno wants to do.
Just cry…
I Know You're Out There Somewhere
What could he do?
Vento Aureo as Greek Gods II
Before continuing to read, please keep in mind that the plot of Vento Aureo plays no major role in this headcannon. I decided to keep some of the familial ties of Vento Aureo, but greatly change the relationships of the gods in the original Greek pantheon, since there's a lot of incest and other weird fucky family ties and relationships. So ill manly focus on the characteristics, personalities and abilities of the characters. I’m also not an expert on Greek mythology, so there might be some inaccuracies.
All three parts for this headcanon are now complete! You can find the links to the other parts at the bottom of the page💖
Overall, I wrote this just for fun and I hope you enjoy reading through my ramblings.
Bruno Bucciarati: Veritas
At first, I wanted to represent Bruno with a more motherly mythological figure, like Demeter, but after some deliberation, I decided that Veritas, the goddess of truth would suit him a lot better. Not only because Bruno is skilled at detecting liars, but also because of the aesthetic that represents the goddess of truth. Veritas is most often described wearing white fabrics and if that doesn't scream Bruno Bucciarati I don’t know what does. Despite the visual appearance, I see Bruno as a very truthful individual who wants to see wrongdoers punished and he’ll happily go through with doing it himself.
Pannacotta Fugo: Ares
Representing Fugo as Aries is quite predictable, but it’s also extremely fitting. I don’t want to undermine Fugo’s intelligence and I intended to represent him as a God of knowledge, but Ares seems to be more in line with Purple Haze. I see Fugo as an individual who thinks that he has to act out in violence out of necessity instead of the thrill of war or mindless bloodshed, though his particular brand of combat is very gruesome, he doesn’t like it in the slightest. He finds his existence is like a burden to everyone and as a result, he often falls into long- lasting cycles of dejection where his negative thoughts often torment him.
Narancia Ghirga: Notus
Narancia’s stand made me want to represent him with a deity closely related to the sky, so I chose Notus, the God of the southern wind. Their personalities also align quite well, both of them being short-tempered and unhinged. Narancia’s outbursts can be attributed to sudden changes in weather, fog, mist and impressive storms.
Guido Mista: Artemis
Since I couldn’t find an appropriate deity according to his personality, I decided that Artemis, the goddess of hunting and archery would represent his stand the best. Mista’s quite childish personality and very close friendship with Narancia can also be attributed to Artemis being the protector of children.
Leone Abbacchio: Dionysus
Leone was one of the easier characters to find a fitting god for. I chose Dionysus for his fondness for wine, which I think would be suitable as we see Leone drinking heavily before joining Passione. I also find that Dionysus’ tendency to avoid most physical altercations by driving his opponents insane vaguely reminds me of Moody Blues ability during his fight with Illuso.
Giorno Giovanna: Demeter
I see Giorno as a very headstrong and mature person that why I chose Demeter, the elder goddess of plants and the harvest. Giorno likes to be in control of any given situation and keeping the people close to him close and protected which correlates to Demeter's grief over her daughter's disappearance. He's often the voice of reason in the group since he wants to make sure everyone’s okay and safe. Giorno's stand is also very representative of Demeter's love for nature.
Trish Una: Horae
Trish is the character that goes through the most drastic change during the events of Vento Aureo so choosing a deity to represent her was difficult, I think that Horae, the goddess of seasons would be a good representation. Her mistrust in the people who were protecting her slowly grew into a blooming friendship. This also sparked her determination to defeat Diavolo, which can be attributed to Horae’s ties to order and justice as they guard the gates to Olympus.
Part I: La Unita Speciale
Part II: La Squadra Esecuzioni
Abbacchio relationship headcanons
I have come back from being lazy and semi dead to bring you some Abba HC’s that were fueled by spite💖
Abbacchio isn’t vocal about his feelings or emotions. He’s better at listening than at talking so he’ll often listen to your problems and lend a shoulder to cry on but will cinch up and refuse to talk about his own problems more often than not. A surefire way to get him talking is either waiting until he comes to you in a drunken stupor and begins to pour his heart out or gently coax him out of his shell in a safe and comfortable environment.
If the latter is happening more often than the former, congrats! You have earned Leones's trust and chances are that he fell for you. Although you will probably have to confess your feelings first.
Dates with him will be either very cliché or very cozy. Leone won't think twice about taking you out on a late-night dinner date or a wine tasting in his favorite vineyard, but more often he’ll want to stay curled up on the couch and watch some of your favorite movies. Like a cat, he’s ready to bask in your presence and soak up your radiant beauty.
Abbacchio kept his workout routine from his days in the police force. His apartment had an old office room he repurposed into an at-home gym. You'll find him lifting weights before breakfast or in the afternoon. If you have any artistic capabilities, this is the perfect time to pull out a sketchbook and draw him, at any other time he’ll shy away and hide.
He’s not opposed to receiving physical affection. Leone likes feeling you close to him and showing you off to anyone and everyone around gives him a confidence boost like you've never seen before. So more often than not he’s stuck by your side with an arm around your waist.
Leone has a secret passion for drag. He likes experimenting with makeup and fashion. You'll either be helping him put together an outfit or be his model. Watching Rupaul’s Drag Race and trying out the looks of your favorite queens is a ritualistic experience that you do at least twice a month.
Although, saying that, Abbacchio is a mess when it comes to wearing heels. He just doesn’t feel stable in them since he’s already pretty tall. Though it's very entertaining to watch him shimmy around from room to room and spew curses when he stumbles.
A night to remember
Your gaze fell out of the open window onto the street below as you carefully scanned the people who were making their way back home after long and tedious hours of work. The breeze gently swaying the curtains as you lowered your body to sit in your favorite chaise. Tearing your eyes from the street down below, you looked up at the night sky. Stars twinkled in the pale light of a full moon as you tried to count as many as your eyes could see. Stars always reminded you of the night you met him. To think that you met the love of your life by absolute chance, bumping into each other as he was leaving the old, arched entrance of your university. To think that if you waited for a second longer before climbing an old stone brick step, you wouldn’t be where you are today. Your mind refused to entertain that idea as you shook your head to shake off the chills that ran down your spine. Making your way back inside the now chilly living room you glance at the elegant clock that reads well past midnight. “He’s late again...” sighing out loud, you make your way to the old wine cabinet slowly scanning the dark oak shelves, until finally deciding on a bottle of your favorite charbono. Pouring the contents of the dark glass bottle into two wine glasses that sat on the coffee table. The sound of someone unlocking your front door echoes through your apartment. Gently setting down the bottle you walk out into the hallway to see your beloved Abbachio, taking off his shoes with a low grumble. “Welcome home, how was work today?” an airy chuckle leaves your throat as Leone straightens out and wraps his arms around you, pressing a few chaste kisses to your forehead. “Sorry I came back so late. They weren't keen on letting me off early on a Friday, damn bastards.” your hum tickles his neck as Leone links his hand with yours, leading you back to the living room. “As long as you come home safe, I won't complain, now...” you snatch the wine glasses off the table, handing one to him. “Let’s celebrate?” with a clink from the glasses, you both take a sip as Leone melts into your side, leaning his head on your shoulder. As you sat in comfortable silence occasionally making a short comment about your day and slowly sipping wine until both of your glasses sat empty on the floor beside the couch. Closing your eyes, you focused on the sound of shifting from the man beside you. Abruptly, Abbacchio stood up and made his way to the bureau in the corner of the room. Craning your neck, you tried your best to look past Leone's slender frame to see the table, alas giving up and deciding to stay put.
“Would you care to dance with me, tesorina?” Leone didn’t try to hide the smirk that adorned his face as he turned to you holding out his hand. You recognized the vinyl record he put on as the same one you gifted him when he joined the police force. Your lips twitched up into a coy smile as you slowly stood up taking his hand, lacing your fingers with his as you fell right into his arms, swaying to the soft sounds of the violins. Burying your head into the crock of his neck, you felt him loosen his shoulders as the stress of today melted away from his body. He pressed your body closer to his as a particularly cold breeze invaded your little sanctuary from the open balcony windows. As the record was nearing its end Leone slowly dipped your body down, kissing your exposed neck and leaving a purple smudge of lipstick as his lips made contacts with your skin. A shiver went down your spine as you felt Leone pull you up, lips still kissing and nipping at your neck. Slowly dragging your palms up his chest you cup Leones's face and press your lips to his, further smudging his lipstick. Even if the night was still young, you knew for certain that this was going to be a night to remember.
hi bby! can I get request some leone comfort hcs for s/o with anxiety if that’s okay? 💘🥺
Hi hun💖Of course, I hope you’ll like these💖
Abbacchio will notice something is bothering his S/O right off the bat and he’s ready to comfort them in any way that he can.
The first thing that he’ll do is ask if they need someone to listen or if they’d just prefer to cuddle in silence. Either way, he’s prepared to shoulder his S/O’s troubles.
If they choose the former, Leone is prepared to listen to every word his S/O says and pitch in with some advice and support if they need or want it.
If they want the latter, he is ready to wrap his arms around his S/O no questions asked. Bringing them down to the couch and gently rubbing circles onto his S/O’s back is his go-to, he’ll also whisper comforts and sweet nothings such as “I love you and I am always here for you, no matter what’s going on” to his S/O in hopes to somewhat calm them.
He'll also try to take their mind off the things that bother them with the activities that his S/O enjoys. Leone will also try to surround them with things that bring his S/O comfort like the scent of tea or their favorite candles.
Once they calm down, he will insist that both his and his S/O go out for an hour or two to take a walk or go out to eat. He won't push them to do it; Leone just wants them to clear their head and enjoy themselves, although Abbacchio is ready to stay by his S/O’s side for as long as they need to.
Abbacchio
You will know this man loves you if he lets you listen to music with him. Also he will usually bring a pair of earbuds just in case you want to listen. Also Abbacchio is the type of guy to make a shared playlist (more futuristic ik) for you guys where you can put songs that remind you of each other or that you want the other one to listen to!
Always an Angel, never the God.
Pairing: Leone Abbacchio & Reader (platonic), Bruno Bucciarati x Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Bucciarati x Reader (one-sided from reader)
Tags: Angst no comfort, Unspoken Feelings.
Note: If I must suffer so must you. In an AU where they didn't die cause I said so!!! Also reader and Giorno are cousins, from his mommy side.
How did it get to this point? Ah. Now you remember. It was just you two, drunk, but comfortable. Because it was him, and when you're with Abbacchio, you felt, nice, still do. Then why can't you be happy for him like you used to?
The first time you met Abbacchio he was rough. He was, brutal. The words he said hurt. True but, painful. With the passage of the mission, you found yourself closer to him. Maybe it was because you were more outgoing and willing to look over his rough behavior, but, after weeks of trying, you and him, began this wine friend thing. It happened by chance. You found him sitting alone in the turtle, three empty wine bottles on the table, he was searching for more. You walk over and present him with the wine you brought for yourself, he looks at you, and smirk. In a blink of an eye both of you, drunk and babbling nonsense, but, did it feel good? Yes, it did. After that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Narancia complained how hanging out with Abbacchio turned you less fun to be around with. Hanging out with Abbacchio brought you closer to Bruno too. You two already started with a good relationship. You joined Passione as a way to watch over Giorno, your only cousin. You basically raised him, but, details.
You slowly realized you had feelings for him. Meanwhile he only saw you as a friend, a little sister. You were okay with that. You knew you never had a chance to begin with. He was 21 and you were freshly 18. Of course he only sees you as a friend.
But, you loved him, and craved for his attention, so you just accepted the way your relationship was. Then, it happened.
Your best friend, or at least how you saw him, confided in you about his love for Bruno. It destroyed you. You saw how Bruno looked at him, you knew the answer before anyone, you knew what to do before anyone. You smiled, you cheered him on, hype him, genuine yes, but, it hurts. If only fate was kinder, it could've been you. But, alas, here you are, being their angel.
You managed to make the team leave them alone somehow. They were alone. They had their time together and now, they're together. You're happy. Very happy. But, something hurts. Something weighs on your shoulders.
Finally they left and the others to celebrate. You make an excuse, you step outside, into the alley... You break slowly. Sobs of happiness but also pain. You feel a hand, you don't have to look to know who it is. Giorno gently pats your back as you cry your heart out.
By the time you and him come back, your eyes are puffy, both of you agree on the excuse of allergy.
You look at them, so happy, so perfect. You loved them. A lot. But, you could not be the one you loved, because you could hurt the other.
So, you swallow your love and feelings.
You never loved Bucciarati. That's what you'll repeat to yourself, forever.
Because....
You're happy for them.
END
I'm done, a mess cause I'm a mess. Have fun. Or not. I'll post again one day. Byee