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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

Surprised from the sudden unknown intruders in your home…are they really unknown?

(Yan!Buccigang x Fem!Reader)

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“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?”

Snapping your head up from the intruder's voice, the sight before you led you to dropping the small succulent pot you had. You fumbled around trying to catch the pot before it met its demise. With a firm grip, you focused your attention on the person in front of you…or more like people.

There they were in their full glory. Each looked the same as you remembered,as if they were ripped out of your phone screen and dropped into your world. Clutching onto the pot you tried to find the words to speak, but immediately rendered speechless.

Footsteps drew closer to you as all you could do was stare. A firm hand was placed on your shoulder from no one other than Guido Mista.

“We missed ya you know? How long has it been for you? Feels like forever to us.”

It had been awhile since you heard Mista’s voice. You missed it especially when he would throw jokes and small innuendos at you. His large black irises staring directly into your e/c orbs. Your heart began to beat faster and swell at his prolonged eye contact.

“M-Mista…”

All of a sudden you felt a force crash into you and a wet sensation on your shoulder. There was Narancia sobbing his might out as he clutched onto your arm with a death-like grip.

“I missed you, we all missed you! I’m so glad you came back y/n, don’t leave again!” Narancia incoherently sobbed.

The sight of him holding onto you for dear life brought you back to your senses. He was actually real, they all were standing in front of you waiting for you to do something. Turning your full attention towards Narancia, you began to hug him back trying to find a way to come back from his ongoing breakdown.

“H-Hey, what do you think you're doing Narancia? Don’t hold onto her that tight! You're practically squeezing the life out of her.” Came forth Fugo.

Fugo stepped closer to you trying to separate the crying teenage boy away from your shaken form. His cold hands on your warm skin was another sensation you felt besides the tears practically being smeared on your arm.

“No Fugo, let go I deserve to hug her! It’s been forever!” He wailed.

“We all want a chance to talk to her, you can’t just run up to her like that. Look at her, she looks like she just saw a ghost.”

“Yeah I agree with Fugo, you totally cut me off and pushed me out of the way!” Mista intervened, joining in on the small squabble.

Behind the three of them were the rest, the quiet ones of the bunch. Abbachio stood there glaring at the three who currently swarmed you, but he looked less harsher than usual. Bucciarati smiled, his eyes trained on you and only you, almost as if he was stuck in some type of trance. Then there was Giorno. He looked the most calm yet there was something going on behind those emerald orbs, something you couldn’t quite pin-point.

“It’s so nice to see you guys, I was beginning to think that it was all a dream.” You spoke, silencing the three around you and fully focusing their attention on you.

The small taps of Giorno’s progressing footsteps made you look up. His angelic smile outlined by his beautiful plumped lips made you question had he always been this attractive. Sure he was more attractive than any regular person, but this was obviously pushing it.

His long elegant hand grabbed ahold of yours, pulling it closer to his chest. A long elegant stride was made towards you as he looked down into your own widened eyes.

“You looked quite surprised, displeased even. We came all this way to be with you cara.”

His statement resulted in you frantically shaking your head. Displeased? They really took your astonishment as displeasure from you?

“No please guys I don’t mean to sound sad at all or anything! I’m actually really happy you know?” You breathed before taking your attention off of Giorno and acknowledging the others.

“For the past few weeks I’ve been contemplating if everything I’ve been through with you guys was just an actual dream in itself. I woke up after leaving your world-Italy and was just laying in my bed like I took some nap. Everyone told me it was just a dream and I should just go on with my day. The only thing that was leading me on was the scar I had gained during that battle with the boss.” You paused before continuing on.

“You guys have no idea how hard it was for me to just even think that everything I’ve been through with you all was just a dream. I’m just so glad that I was wrong!” Letting out a chuckle you smiled at all of them.

All had stood still feeling the same emotion they all had the day they realized the meaning of you in their life, love and infatuation. Their hearts speeding up at the sight of your smile they had come to miss and think about every chance of the day. They had taken you for granted, but fate was merciful and given them another chance to accomplish what they should have done in the first place.

It wasn’t that they were ungrateful and mistreated you, why no, they just didn’t realize how important you were in the first place. You were like an angel sent from the heavens itself and that smile was one of the many reasons to prove. Your small delighted chuckle was another sign of a harmonious harp playing in the distant heavens.

Giorno’s hold on your hand got more firm as he brought your hand up to place a gentle small kiss on your smooth skin. The airy feeling of his lips lingered with a tingling sensation around the small spot. His emerald eyes shining with a small smile accompanying it.

The marching of feet interrupted the stupor Giorno had bestowed upon you. A pair of violent-yellow eyes glaring at the younger male in front of him.

Abbachio’s eyebrows furrowing and the forming wrinkles on his forehead indicated another session of insults that were about to be thrown at Giorno in front of you. Just like before with Man in the Mirror, his finger made its way to the opening of Giorno’s suit and pressed harshly against it resulting in Giorno losing his grip on your hand.

“Listen here you little shit, just because we're fortunate to see y/n again doesn’t mean you can place your hands all over her! Especially you of all people.”

“I am only expressing my appreciation of being granted the chance to see her. Shouldn’t you? All you have been doing is standing in the back. It would seem that you were the one with the least enjoyment.”

Before Abbachio could retort at the young blonde's comment, Bucciarati stepped forth beginning to lecture the two. This inciting chaos to fill the room once again with Narancia pouncing back onto you with Fugo lecturing him in doing so, Mista complaining of the lack of attention he was getting, and the arguing three men on the right side of you trying to justify how both of their actions were just.

A small headache was arising from the mish-mash of chatter and harsh repetitive embrace that was on your left arm. As much as you missed them, you were pretty beat from school and not only a bad day at work.

“Hey guys…?”

All of their heads snap towards you at an alarming rate, it almost frightened you how in sync they were.

“I know how excited we are to be with each other again and I’m sure you must’ve all had a rough journey on getting here or something, but I’m really beat after today.”

They all just blinked at you, not saying a word. Abbachio looking a little less angry than before with Bucciarati who stared at you with a tranquil gaze. Giorno as well staring as if nothing had happened with the twenty-one year old adult. Mista looked like he was cut-off in mid sentence with his finger still pointing at Fugo who had his back turned but head turned to be able to meet your gaze. Narancia remained in place, only looking up but still managing to not let go of your arm.

Bucciarati was the first to move, taking calm placid steps to you. His olive tan skinned hand meeting your unoccupied shoulder.

“Listen everyone, y/n is right. She must have had a stressful day and we should let her rest. It wouldn’t be fair to ask much more from her than her hospitality of letting us stay.” Bucciarati announced.

Your eyebrow perked a little at Bucciarati’s comment. Sure he was right about the being tired part, but jumping to conclusions that you would house all six of them. Not like you wouldn’t of course, it was just a little surprising at the bold assumption the Passione capo had. He was older than you and experienced much more than you had ever had, he probably already knew with the smart thinking he had to do on an everyday basis.

“That means you should let go of her arm, Narancia.” Fugo spoke up, earning a small hum from the mall latched on your arm.

“That means you should let go of her arm now.”

“No, I don't wanna let her go! You don’t want me to let go right y/n?! Narancia whined, receiving a scowl from Fugo.

“Enough arguing you two, did you not hear what I had said?” Bucciarati shouted, stopping the two from going into another argument like Abbachio and Giorno had.

Narancia reluctantly let go of you, but kept his violet eyes trained on yours. It was as if all of them wouldn’t let you leave their sight. You didn’t really think much of it, yet it still was perplexing with the gaze of six men constantly on your form.

“Well then I can’t have you all lounging about in my room. It’s kind of really small enough to fit me and my bed…yeah er…I don’t think I have to elaborate much on that. I can situate you all in my front room like outside my room and around the corner.”

All of them were still silent, not saying much and waiting for you to continue on except for the small pout Mista wore after trying to explain the bed scenario.

“I know that my apartment is like really small and probably is not luxurious enough for all of you, but it beats being on the streets right?” You awkwardly tried throwing in a joke.

Not picking up on your joking tone, they all started to protest on how your warm welcome was just enough or that it didn’t matter to any of them.

“I don’t have much in blankets and pillows wise, I’m not used to housing six people other than myself. I hope that also isn’t a big problem…I can move the couch back a lil further and remove the small coffee table that’s there.” You rambled on, placing a hand on your chin.

You absent-mindedly walked out of your bedroom and to the little living room ahead. Your apartment really wasn’t all that big. You had an apartment resembling one of a studio. A large sized room with a kitchen and living room in it, although there was a door and a small hallway leading into your room. It wasn’t that long and the other side was the small bathroom used for guests, but the apartment wasn’t made for company this large.

All of the gang wordlessly followed you as you still seemed to ramble on about housing arrangements. They all stopped and carefully observed you as you pushed the sofa back like you said and the coffee table out of the way creating a large open space on the soft furry carpet you had. Walking over to where there was a cabinet and picture frames on top with what they assumed were the friends of this world you have, you pulled different blankets out and set them on the couch.

You looked up checking on the gang just to see their eyes still on you, like that was a major surprise on your part. Letting out a small smile you pushed past Mista and Giorno going into your room and coming back out with more blankets. You set them down with the others and patted the pillows on your sofa to puff them up a little to get a cushy feeling.

“I know this is not much, but I tried for now. I can take a day of school and work calling in sick then we can all get you stuff because apparently I really don’t have enough for you all. This is the only night you’ll deal with being this uncomfortable, I promise”

“You have no need to worry bella, we're here with you and that is all that matters. Having said you would pause on your daily priorities really means a lot to us and we couldn’t find a way to thank you more. Please rest easy tonight.” Bucciarati replied with a heart-warming golden smile.

Taking one last look at all of them you couldn't help but reciprocate Bucciarati’s radiant kind beam. Giving a small wave you walked into your room and shut the door. You slid down it in silence trying to take in all that just happened. It wasn’t really silence due to the little thumps from the other room or the incoherent muttering you couldn’t make out. Silently to yourself you prayed that this time it wouldn’t be a dream, that they would be awake to greet you like they once had back in the spring of Italy 2001.

Shuffling over to your bed, you begin to get ready for the night. You took off your makeup and changed into your sleepwear to get ready for bed. Sliding in the cool sheets that were absent from blankets you once slept with due to the new unexpected company in the other room.

You laid there staring at the pitch black ceiling before getting washed away with the feeling of drowsiness. Closing your eyes you finally succumbed to sleep which put ease to your subconscious worries of waking up to an empty apartment.

What you failed to notice was the creaking of the door and the six figures that accompanied it hovering over your sleeping form.