#did he get invited to the wedding? ok he probably did because giorno wanted to be polite

[headoverjojo]

I apologise if this has been done but my mum woke me up from my dream about marrying Bucciarati this morning and I was acc. pissed, the dress was satin and everything and had gaudy jewellery and stuff, FFS mum So please could I have some marriage hcs or scenario, whichever is easier, for Bruno since my mum decided to destroy my dream 😴 💭👰💍🤵 👌😂⏰

Hello there! Oh god it was so goooooood to write it! Bless you and your request :,) (but Mum, please, next time let the dream end!!)

Bruno Bucciarati’s wedding

Bruno got up way earlier than usual. He just didn’t feel comfortable sleeping alone, without your warmth and body pressed against his, without feeling your breath and heartbeat. He sighed, rubbing his face, to chase away the last trace of slumber, and got up to open the window, inhaling deeply the still chill air. The city was still sleeping and the breeze brought smell of salt and sea and the faint voices of the fishermen who were heading back to the harbor with boats full of fishes. He smiled a little, closing his eyes for a moment: it was all so familiar… it was like his long passed dad too wanted to wish him the best for his wedding.

The thought of it made his heart leap in his throat. He was going to wed… the smile grew bigger and a bit nervous: he couldn’t deny to feel a little tense too, even if mostly he was happy beyond imagination. He tried to relax, even if his mind was always setted to the “Capo mode” and was thinking about all the possible scenarios: what if the bride wouldn’t want to marry him anymore? What if something would have got in the way? Anything could happen, even horrible things…

“You’re thinking too much again, Bruno.” Bruno snapped back, hearing Leone’s voice. His best man approached him, leaning on his forearms, near him. For few minutes they watched the sky slowly changing from blue, to grey, to a soft azure, while the sun rose, in a companionable silence. Then, Abbacchio talked again, quiet.

“It will go all well. Y/N loves you more than anything, so she’ll not run away. And it was all perfectly organized, so nothing out of ordinary will happen and, if it will happen, Trish and Giorno will destroy it. You know that nothing could ruin the wedding they had organized.” he said, managing to make Bruno chuckle and loose up a little.

“How did you know that those were exactly my fears?” he asked, still chuckling. Abbacchio huffed a little, passing a hand through his hair still tied in a bun, trying to smooth them.

“Because I know you and those were the same fears I had when I married. You told me the same things, you know.” he replied, friendly squeezing the Capo’s shoulder. Bruno smiled, nodding lightly. He was right…

“Now, come here. You have to eat at least something and then dress, before the chaos will be unleashed.” the taller man invited, stepping away from the window. Bruno followed him down to the kitchen, where Fugo and Giorno, still with the curlers on, were preparing breakfast. They smiled, welcoming the husband-to-be, and all together ate the meal.

“Narancia, Guido and Trish?” Bruno asked, sipping his coffee. He knew you were already awaken: he had heard your window opening and your voice talking to someone on the phone, probably a relative or a friend, and he had had to physically restrain himself from going to see you.

“Narancia is still sleeping, so please leave some chocolate biscuits or he’ll whine all day, Mista’s already out and Trish has brought breakfast to Y/N and is helping her to dress up.” Fugo answered, mixing his cappuccino. Bruno nodded, with a deep breath. If he closed his eyes, he could already see you in your beautiful dress -he didn’t know which one you had chosen: he just knew it was a satin dress, but he was absolutely sure that it would have been lovely on you-, your smile, your bouquet and then the ring at your ring-finger…

“Bruno, it’s getting late. Let’s go.” Leone said, noticing that his friend was spacing out again. Bruno blinked, nodding and getting up, while Fugo and Giorno were cleaning all up. He thanked them, then followed Leone upstair, stopping when he heard your and Trish’s voices coming from your room. It wasn’t closed well, a crack of light came from it, framing the floor. Just a little peak, just to be sure you were here, that you were going to really come to the altar…

Abbacchio covered Bruno’s eyes with his hand, dragging him to his room, with a sigh. Was he too like this on his own wedding?

“No peeks, Bruno, it brings bad luck.” he said, amused, closing the door. Bruno sighed, picking his suit out of the wardrobe, smiling a little when he saw again the little note that Y/N left on the pocket. “For the wedding morning: I can’t wait to reach you at the altar, Bruno. I love you. Y/N”, it warmed his heart and gave him the calm he needed. He slid off his night clothes and, after a quick shower, put on the black suit and, finally, the cuff links. He smiled again, remembering when he bought them, under your advice. “They’re dots with a tail, like the ones on your suit, but white! They’d fit well on the smoking, don’t you think?” you said, with a smile, convincing him to buy those. And oh how you were right: they perfectly fit.

“Do you think it will all go well, Leone?” he asked, breaking the silence. Abbacchio watched him, while he was fixing his hair in a low ponytail, before answering.

“Honestly? Marriage is made of ups and downs. There will be times when you’ll feel down, when you’ll have misunderstandings and quarrels. But you’ll find a solution. You already know how to work in a team, so you’ll do fine. It will go all well.” he answered, with a small smile. Bruno exhaled, nodding at him, his lips faintly curved in a smile, before braiding his hair as usual. His friend’s words helped him to calm down again: he was right. He and Y/N were a team, a duo that had already faced many downs but that always managed to get up again learning from past mistakes. They will have worked in team even more, after the wedding.

The clock finally reached 10 a.m.: it was time to go. The two came out of the room -Abbacchio had to drag Bruno away from your room again- and, downstair, they met up with Fugo, Giorno and a still yawning, even if already dressed, Narancia.

“Ok, so, you, Abbacchio, Narancia and Fugo go now. Mista is already at the church to check the last preparations. I, Trish and Y/N will come in more or less half an hour.” Giorno repeated, as it was a war plan. The four nodded and, after saying bye, they headed out.

The car ride was animated by Narancia and Fugo’s conversation. For once it wasn’t a brawl and Bruno was so relieved: he was nervous again, he wouldn’t want to snap at the boys. He even joined the convo a bit, trying to loosen up his nerves, but his heart galopped again when Abbacchio stopped the car near the church. It was all perfect: the sky was clear, the sun warm but not scorching, a light breeze refreshed the air, the flowers were all perfectly disposed -and there was nothing in group of 4, Mista minutely checked- and the guests were coming. Bruno welcomed every one of them, with a smile and a handshake. They were mostly part of your family, but he didn’t mind: his family was his team and they were all here, so it was fine.

Then, Bruno headed to the altar, taking a deep breath, stopping at the end of the nave, checking one last time the clock: it was almost 10.30 a.m. You should have arrived soon…

Abbacchio gave his shoulder a poke, when Giorno marched in the church and signaled to the organ player to play the wedding march. Bruno’s heart was beating so fast that he almost didn’t even hear the march, but he saw you, oh, when he saw you his heart exploded. He had to restrain himself from running and picking you up, repeating to himself that you soon would have been near him. He admired in complete awe the way the satin dress softly enveloped your body, so lovely, so perfect, how the exquisite jewels you chose made your beauty stand out even more, still remaining sober. He couldn’t believe to be so lucky, so blessed. His eyes clouded a bit, when he saw his same adoration in your eyes and the smile of pure happiness that graced your lips. If it is just a dream, he pleaded, please don’t wake me up…

Fugo, the one chosen to accompany Y/N to the altar, took your hand and gently placed it on Bruno’s, smiling at the two and muttering his congratulations, before withdrawing among the gang family. Bruno’s eyes were still on you, as much as yours, glued on your stunning eyes, on your smiling lips. God how much he would have wanted to kiss you, to hug you, to be sure it was all real…

The priest words flowed in a blur and, finally, it was the time of the promises. Bruno took a deep breath, both to loosen up his nerves and to prepare his voice. Watching you in the eyes, he promised to love you, respect you and support you in every moment of life, good and bad, until death. His voice broke a bit on the last words and you smiled, watching with teary eyes as he gently slid the ring on your finger, sealing the promise.

He smiled, happy and moved, drying a tear that escaped your control, and listened to your resolute, even if a little broken, voice while you declared the wedding promises. A watery chuckle escaped his lips, when he felt the ring around his finger, solid and real.

“And now I declare you husband and wife.” the priest declared, crumbling the last bit of Bruno’s control. He tried to contain himself but, as soon as the priest said he could kiss the bride, he finally gave in, gently taking your face in his hands and leading you into a sweet, sweet kiss, caressing your wet cheeks, smiling against your lips. He didn’t even hear the happy cheers from the guests: you were everything he was seeing and hearing, his world. And now it would have been forever.