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Alexandrite, opal, and moonstone with. Giorno?
𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤: 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒
Alexandrite, Opal, & Moonstone
Alexandrite: What brings the yandere the most joy?
He loves being touched by you and reassured by you saying that you will always be by his side. Due to his rough past, this is what he needs in order to let his subconscious take a rest and know that the person he loves so much cares about him and will never leave him in general.
Opal: What makes the yandere tick?
Giorno keeps the thought of you two basically being star-crossed lovers which fuels him in the paranoia of keeping you chained close to him. He came from nothing and all he has left are the remains that people have taken from him. Everyone he really cared about and looked up to has all left his life in a tragic-like way, he can’t have that happen with you. This causes to him behave the way he does wanting to take you away from the cruel world that the two of you live in every day.
Moonstone: Are there things that the yandere will hide from darling at all costs?
Overall Giorno would censor the majority of your life by letting you know what he wants you to know. He doesn’t want you to see the crimes he and the others around him commit every day. He wants to shut out the vile world and have your attention on the good things he wants you to see.
I saw the gemstone prompts and I was wondering if you could do Bruno Bucciarati with emerald, garnet and moonstone?💎
𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤: 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕠 𝔹𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚
Emerald, Garnet, & Moonstone
Emerald: How does the yandere show their love?
Bucciarati shows his love in countless ways ranging from showering you with gifts or affection. He wants you to know that he loves you and will go through any means to prove it to you.
Garnet: What is the yandere’s ideal future with darling?
His ideal future with you is having a prosperous family living in the quaint countryside of Naples where the two of you and your children can live unbothered by the harsh society around you. You only have him and turn to while you two raise your children together harmoniously. The quaintness of the home being away from the populus urban areas also calms his fear of what happened between his mother and father at such a young age.
Moonstone: Are there things that the yandere will hide from darling at all costs?
Yes and no. Bucciarati, of course, would want to shelter you away from seeing the impurities and dirtiness of the world, but will not refrain from lashing out if you refuse him countless times. Remember he is a mafioso and acts like it too. He won’t be afraid to act a certain way or even use Stick Fingers to do morbid things to you to prove his point.
Let the Dead be Dead
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸
(ʏᴀɴ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪᴀʀᴀᴛɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)
Waking up from the unexpected attack, you are also give an unexpected ability to good to be true.
┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧
Groggily opening your eyes, you squint trying to shield your eyes from the attack of bright light. Blinking several more times you remembered the events that happened prior to your sudden blackout. Frantically sitting up, you brought your hand to your neck to feel around for the fatal wound that was inflicted on you beforehand. Feeling nothing you let out a sigh of relief, slumping over to look at the cracked concrete ground beneath you.
You were utterly exhausted, but you had another problem to look out for. You wondered where the attacker’s whereabouts were, they could be anywhere waiting for you to get back up and fight. Yet you were also confused due to how sure you were stabbed and flew to the ground from it. You even remembered the awful feeling of gargling on your own blood as you desperately cried out for air. Trying to summon your stand you saw nothing. No matter how many times you called out its name, it wouldn’t appear by your side.
Fear began to tear away in you, like an unwinding thread about ready to break. The large room suddenly felt hot, stifling almost. Tearing off your jacket you continued to look around for the perpetrator. The broken vinyl still sitting a countless few feet away from you, mocking you as you sat there clueless and afraid.
A few more moments of silence went by to soon be broken by a faint chuckle behind you. Whipping your head around at the speed of light, you saw a figure you thought you would never see again. A figure you’d last seen before being planted in the ground to be one with life underneath.
Bruno Bucciarati.
Your stare of disbelief caused another eruption of chuckles from the ‘dead’ man. The blue eyes you loved gazing into and led you to where you were today, was staring at you once again just like they did a few months ago. Confused, you continued to stare back, eyebrows furrowed as you began to rule that this was a sudden hallucination from actually dying when you were attacked.
“I know what you are thinking…your not dead y/n. Although I must say your expression is quite humorous right now.”
Bucciarati let out a chuckle again before leaning down to get a closer look at your shaken bewildered form. Reaching your hand out, you took a clump of his white fabricated suit into your hand. Squeezing it a few times in reassurance, you brought your attention back to his expecting gaze.
“What is the m-meaning of this? Y-You’re dead, I saw you die-I saw you be buried!”
“I’m am dead, but I am here because of you.”
Reeling back in shock, you sat there stiff as a board from the bewilderment of your dead companion. Averting your gaze from his, you looked around trying to focus on the overall aspect of it all. You took notice of the splatters of blood that now adorned your clothing from the stab wound to the neck. Heavy amounts of dried-up blood lay there becoming even more proof of the laceration that was on your neck.
“I still don’t understand Bucciarati, how did I do this? The last thing I remember was walking in this abandoned place and-and…being stabbed. Now I’ve woken up to find my dead capo staring at me and no injury to be seen.”
Bucciarati sat there for a remaining second, pondering on what he was going to say next. His tongue hit the side of his cheek while his lips puckered up thinking of the right words.
“I am not too sure myself. I remember abruptly manifesting here as if someone pulled me here. You were on the ground lying in a puddle of blood with no wound to be seen. Although there was someone above you, staring at you as you convulsed from the trauma that was inflicted upon you. I guess my sudden appearance scared him off, but I was far too worried to leave you on your own to chase after the man.”
“Is that all…?”
“Not quite. While I waited for you to wake, there was a glow emitting from you like you were using your stand. By the time I looked up, behind me was your stand although it looked different from what I remembered. There in its bare transparent chest, was one of my golden zippers that belonged to one of my trademark suits. It was as if it was using it to manifest me, feeding off of it or something…”
Drawing your attention from Bucciarati’s worried look, you peered behind him to see in fact he was correct. Your stand stood there, motionless awaiting for your next command. She looked different with how her eyes were shaped, her armor changing in various ways over her body, then there was her now transparent torso that rested the golden zipper you took with you every time. A faint glow radiated from the small object as if Bucciarati was right using it for greater means.
“I think to believe that zipper is the reason why I am here. It may be using it to keep me here tethered to the living world as we both know I no longer exist in this world.”
Biting your lip, your face scrunched up in frustration from the mystery behind his presence here. You believed Bucciarati was onto something, but you decided it would be best if you could discuss this later. Not lingering in a place you were surely attacked in and have no idea where the perpetrator went.
Standing up, you wordlessly reached down to pick up your bloodied jacket. You then began to make your way to the door of the massive room, stopping and turning around waiting for Bucciarait to follow.
Bucciarati remained there for a brief second, his eyes fluttering back and forth taking in the full view of your form. Letting a warm smile crawl across his face, he stood up and made his way to you. Walking was almost like a foreign concept remembering the good days when life wasn’t so stressful when he could simply enjoy a nice sunny day with his father.
A smile appeared on your face at the warm gesture. It felt as if it was just yesterday when you sealed your fate as you took one step on the boat and he reassured you with that same smile.
Now that he was ‘back’ you could relish in the small moments before fate decided to strike again just like it did long ago.