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danddymaro · 4 years

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Abbacchio Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader.

Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)

Daughter’s name // (D/n)

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Abbacchio Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader.

Abbacchio stared down at the picture in his grip, and as he did, his hand trembled the entire time he tried to properly hold it, wanting to avoid having it fall out of his shaken grasp.

“She just turned three,” he read, trailing his eyes over the words.

He instantly recognized the familiar writing scribbled on the white back of the image as he’d turned it over during his inspection of it, and it only made him feel more uneasy as he read the message out loud,

"Three…" Leone breathed softly.

He felt his heart tighten, and lifelessly, he let the photograph fall onto the desk, joining more which lay scattered across the surface.

“Three years,” he said to himself, his hands both slowly rising, pressing over his face as he sought to think rationally, attempting to pull himself together before he said something stupid, or much worse, picked a fight that quite possibly wasn’t even there to take part of,

“It just...No...There has to be...be a reason...an explanation,” He maundered incoherently.

He tried hard to keep himself together, but it was hard to when every bit of him shook with recollection of the memories that came forth, from the lovely ones that he kept locked in his chest, to the miserable ones that followed after his joy slipped through his fingers.

‘I miss those days,’ He thought to himself, remembering her and the little things that had made his life feel worthwhile.

Her (h/c) hair felt soft as it slipped through his fingers, the little knotted bits eased loose by his gentle tugs,

“I wish my hair was like yours,” (f/n) mused, a small smile over her as she did the same with his own much longer strands of periwinkle, “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, her eyes on it as she watched it slip between her fingers, every strand that flowed over her hand being soft and feathery,

‘If we ever have a child,’ she silently mused, her (e/c) colored eyes rising to gaze up at him, ‘I’d want them to look just like you,’ She thought with certainty, having always perceived the man to be beautiful, far surpassing her in every sense.

‘Especially your eyes.' She added as she found herself locked with them, ‘ Of all things, I’d love for them to have your eyes rather than mine,’ She thought with certainty, having thought about it so many times before, because all in all, there wasn't anyone else she'd love to settle down with.

But it wasn't like she could openly tell him she had been ready to settle down and have a family, not when he didn't seem so ambient about being in an actual relationship to begin with.

Granted, they'd had their sweet moments, but she was well aware that truly, they meant nothing but one thing ;

He didn't want to be lonely,

not truly alone at least.

Meanwhile, during her inner musing, he let a placid smile overtake him, hidden, yet present as he played with her hair, not having had a mind to do anything else but lay with her and enjoy the end of the day together.

‘I guess we could have gone out somewhere,’ He thought with a little blue sigh, somewhat regretting not doing anything else but stay in, ‘But sometimes, I just don’t want to do anything but lay here with her,’ He mused, stopping his caresses altogether to enjoy her touch instead.

It was hard not to see part of himself in the image of the little girl, not when she looked like the spitting image of him,

"There is no mistaking it," he said lowly, knowing deep within his chest the truth.

There was another image set before him, placed on the same desk the first one had been and had just fallen back down on.

Swallowing down hard, he picked it up, seeing that within that specific photograph, the child was much younger, practically an infant, being incredibly small and wrapped by a soft, pink blanket,

' - She has his eyes, his hair, his smile, his everything.’ the back of it read, all written with the same hand from the first picture he saw.

“Abbacchio what was it you nee-” Bruno started, stopping as he entered his office, seeing his friend stilled as he read the written words on the printed image with hardened, darkened orbs.

“- Bucciarati,” Abbacchio started, his voice dropped down by a pitch as he turned to look back at his boss,

“What are these?” He asked, the hand holding both photographs shaken as he tightly gripped them, waving them before the dark-haired male, “Why do you have these?” Leone added, his eyes glazed, yet stern, “I want the truth!” he demanded, stepping forward,

"And don't give me any bullshit lies." He added with venom laced within his words as little pinpricks stabbed and stung his eyes, the man somehow holding it all in, letting not a single tear slip out of his eyes.

It was then that Bruno sighed softly, “Yes...of course,” he said with a silent nod, turning to close his door for privacy, being careful in doing so,

“ I’m sure you want to know,” He added, staying turned away to hide the pained expression fixed upon his own features, because he knew he’d inadvertently hurt his friend by obscuring the truth.

“....Just know that it hadn’t been my intention to harm you, nor for you to find out this way,” Bucciarati spoke earnestly, finally finding it in himself to gaze back at his friend and face the betrayal set over his features,

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Leone asked angrily, his tone rough as he addressed the other male, “ Why the hell did you never tell me I had a damn kid, huh?” The long-haired male urged on, “Why hadn’t it crossed your mind to tell me you knew where she was too,” he added as he referred to the woman who appeared in every photograph as well.

"Well?" He said anxiously, wanting to know, waiting for an answer.

“...By then we had already betrayed the organization and made it to Sardina,” Bruno started, his royal blue’s eyes looking forlorn as he mentioned the past,

“ A kid?” Abbacchio asked frustrated, holding his abdomen in pain because while he had been healed, he still had to endure the aftermath of the wretched assault,

“You’re asking me about a damn brat right now?” He asked (f/n) while sounding thoroughly annoyed, glaring at her hazardously, most of it being a front to try and mask the pain he felt.

He'd just barely survived getting cut through and she was asking about kids…

‘Of all things,’ He thought bitterly.

“I don't mean now,” she started, sounding rather small, “ but perhaps in the future...Maybe... later…” She drifted off, biting her lip anxiously as she finally forced out the last word.

“Have you ever just sat there and thought about it?” She asked him, swallowing hard, “ Has it ever come to mind?” she added.

‘Have you ever thought about it...with me,’ She wondered, wanting to ask him specifically, but afraid of the answer and what pain it would bring, because she was certain it would hurt.

“Yeah,” Leone huffed, “ Yeah, I've thought about it...About how much I don't want one.” He muttered before hanging his head, “And it should be the last thing on your mind right now too,” He added, abruptly standing, wincing as he did so,

“Right now, we’ve got to find the Boss,” he reminded her, walking away from her and the conversation altogether, brushing right past Bruno without even a word of address.

With a frown, Bucciarati approached the woman, sitting beside her on the couch, joining the notably downhearted woman with the expression slowly melting down into soft, open kindness,

“Are you alright?” he asked her, concerned over the little tears that had escaped her, and that were then slowly falling down her face.

“Not really,” she admitted to him, offering him a small, broken smile.

“He’s frustrated right now,” Bruno stated, “...He just narrowly escaped death not a few moments ago,” he reminded her, desperately trying to justify Abbacchio’s behavior while simultaneously attempting to comfort the young woman altogether.

“I’m sure that during another time he’d be much more amenable and open to the conversation,” he said with a growing smile, assuring her as he reached out for her hand, warmly holding it.

“I know,” she responded, “I know he’s still hurt,” she added.

“ And you know... I was actually worried sick,” she admitted, “ I thought… I thought that he wasn’t going to make it,” She added with a harsh shutter, having felt her world begin to crumble as she caught sight of his bloodied body back at the beach,

‘And I thought I wouldn’t get a chance to tell him,’ She thought to herself, absentmindedly placing a hand at her stomach, something that wasn’t overlooked by the blue-eyed male,

“(f/n)...” Bruno started, deflating at the small movement, slowly coming to a realization.

For just a moment he looked around, making certain no one else heard before he spoke, “ Are you pregnant?” he asked her, scooting closer.

- It had only been a small hunch, one that could have simply been squashed had it not been for the grim expression that overtook her at the mention.

Nodding somberly, she confirmed it, “ Yes, but I don’t know how far along.” She admitted, “I only just found out today." She added, not having known till after she boarded the boat and already made the decision to accompany them.

“ And now... I don’t know what to do,” she said while looking to him for guidance, “ I've wanted to tell him, but whenever I try, he shuts me down.” She informed Bucciarati.

“ Whenever I try to talk to him about a future together, he simply brushes me away,” she went on, having gone through the same dilemma even before then.

“He doesn't want children,” she said sadly, “ He expresses it with distrain each and every time it's brought up,” she informed him.

“And what's worse is that, perhaps, I’ve read us all wrong.

I’ve been together with the man for months now and not once has he mentioned the possibility of a life together.

During all this time...he’s also never told me he loves me.

He’s also never been one to publicly hold my hand.

...He’s never introduced me as anything but his partner; someone who works alongside him,” She explained, "Almost as though we aren't really anything." she added with a small, bitter chuckle.

“Maybe, all this time that’s all we’ve been, and he just doesn’t have the heart to tell me where we really stand...” She added with a small, wavering voice, continuing on before he could try and convince her otherwise,

"Bucciarati, I promised to help. I did so with not only the intention of following Abbacchio, but also to aid you and save Trish,

But in the state I am now…

Right now…

I’m only a burden.” she said with dejection, uncertain on how long the conflict will last.

“And as much as it hurts me to say this, we have to part ways,” She told him, apologetically gazing at him, “Because even if Leone has no intention to love this child, I do.

I have to keep them from harm's way.” She determinedly spoke, rising to stand, staring down at the dark-haired man with sorrow, “ I have to go. So, before the morning comes I’ll be gone,” She added, knowing it was best.

“And absolutely nothing will stop me,” She said with tightened fists.

“- As both my trusted friend, and my capo, I feel that at the very least I owe it to you to tell you upfront.” She informed him.

“I see,” Bruno said nodding, also standing up, “ Then take everything you need,” he told her, “ whatever you need to hide and stay away, take it. I will not spare a single resource of mine to assure your safety,” He vowed, offering her a lax, comforting smile.

“...Thank you,” she said softly, bowing her head to him to hide her tears.

She then leaned forward, her arms tightly wrapped around him, “Thank you for taking me in...As well as allowing me a way out.” she told him, truly grateful because, without him, she never would have stood a chance.

“- We will find a way back to each other,” He assured her. “ Once this is all over, I will make sure to let you know,” He said while beginning to part from her.

Nodding, she too pulled back, “Thank you, again. For everything,” She said once more, it being the last words she exchanged with him before she disappeared into the night, leaving the rest of their group baffled at her sudden departure, save for one member, because all but Bruno remained unknowing.

And rather than answer questions, he chose to play the fool. Instead, urging them to continue their hunt, forcing them to move forward without another member.

“And after that, as you know, our organization was left in shambles,” Bruno explained, “With A new boss there came new rules, as well as A new reform that many others didn’t agree with.

Only until recently have we been able to stabilize, but even then…

Even then it’s been a long, heavy struggle,” Bruno said with knitted brows, frustration showing.

“It wasn’t my intention to keep this from you for so long, but I couldn’t afford you searching for her, ultimately risking her location, and much worse, their lives,” Bruno explained, still feeling guilty nonetheless, regardless of his intentions being good or not.

“Right now, she’s doing well.

They both are actually, so there is no need to worry yourself. We’ve already agreed that in a month or two, they will make their way here, and then you can decide what you want to do." He said with a reassuring nod as he rounded his desk, walking over to his seat,

" If you want to be a part of their lives, or if you’d choose to sever your ties with them completely; It’s all up to you.” He went on, sitting down, his elbows placed on the surface of the desk as he lay his chin on his overlapped fingers,

“I just hope you understand that regardless of your decision, she is still a member of our familia. Whether or not you decide to take responsibility or be a part of their futures is your own choice.

All in all, it doesn't change my own final say:

Her home is here.

And I am her family, just as I am yours. ” Bruno said firmly, his voice low yet sharp.

“...Of course,” Abbacchio said back, his throat suddenly dry as he had a sudden question in mind, wanting to ask with unsettling desperation,

“Bucciarati…Did she really say that?" Leone said softly, regret settled over his features, " Did she really think I... That we weren't together?" He asked Bruno.

"From what I understood, that was her take on your relationship." He answered back, shaking his head, "Why? Was it otherwise?" He added as he tilted his head slightly, intrigued, because Abbacchio never shared anything that had to do with his relationship with her, making it all a mystery even to his closest confidante.

"Of course," Abbacchio said sadly, " And of course it hurt when she left... When she simply walked away.

But then again, how could she not?" He asked looking up at the ceiling, understanding how she could assume such a thing, having had too much time to maul over the mistakes he made with her,

" I was a complete bastard to her; An insensitive jerk.

Whenever she needed assurance I turned my back, all because I felt I didn't deserve her. I felt like she was asking for too much from someone that had too little to offer." Leone explained, shaking his head,

"And when she did leave... When she did what I assumed was best, I broke down," He went on, remembering just how he'd pretty much gone back to square one, falling back into his miserable pit of depression he’d barely scraped past the first time.

"But now…

Two months…

Two months in comparison to never is nothing," He said with a little itching grin, his eyes tired and sad, yet having a soft glow of joy to match the little twitching smile.

For just a moment he gazed down at his daughter, realizing that she didn't look just like him. There was plenty she took from her mother, being the perfect harmony between the two, something he’d only then realized he wanted,

‘A kid of my own... with (f/n) nonetheless...

With the woman I still love,’

Absentmindedly, his fingers went down to fall upon the image, caressing the sight of them softly, lovingly, as well as longingly,

' Until then, I have to make sure that I'm everything you two need.' He silently swore, promising to not repeat any mistakes, hoping that somehow (f/n) still loved him just as much as he did her.

“From her letters, she still thinks about you plenty.” Bruno nonchalantly informed him, growing surprised to see the level of enthusiasm that lifted the other man’s features to life,

“She does?” Leone said with hopefulness,

“ Certainly,” Bruno replied back, neatly gathering the pictures together, as well as pulling a small stack of letters within carefully opened envelopes to stack them all together,

“You should see so yourself,” He advised, handing him the collection, “Any fool could see that through it all, she still harbors the same feelings for you, holding no true resentment.

And speaking on a personal note;

If I were you, I wouldn’t ever throw away the opportunity to have something so precious within my grasp.” The don spoke with a little, longing look to his eye that made Abbacchio nod back knowingly.

“Don’t worry,” the long-haired male said back, “I won’t let it slip past me, not again,” he added with the utmost confidence, willing to do everything it took to give his girls the world.

Following parts :

The Reader Reunites With Leone

Leone Plays Teaparty with his little girl

(D/n) Meets Giorno

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askcioccoandyoshi · 5 years

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(( ngl Seccolata? Relationship GOALS))

#cioccolata #secco #Seccolata #SHITPOST #jjba #jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo bizarre adventure #vento aurero #vento aureo #((ICAMTSTPP))

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ask-bucciarati-squad · 5 years

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Beware, it’s time for...

@differenttriumphdragon

@prefesro tumblr won’t tag you for some reason rip

@ask-orange-boy-nara

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heckinhacker · 5 years

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Idk if you accept requests for la squadra but if you do, can you write risotto taking care of a sick s/o who can't stop shivering?

Risotto Nero - taking care of his sick S/O.

A/N: I’m so, so, soooo happy I got jojo request! It’s no problem at all - Actually? Risotto is my absolute fav from La Squadra, so pleasure is mine :3

He came as soon as he heard.

He was almost as sick of worry as you were, at first he was shaking madly, looking down at you, like you were dying.

“Are you...are you okay?” He asked in his low tone, kneeling beside your bed. He took your hand into his, kissing your knuckles.

He’s never ill so he barely knows how to take care of ill person.

“It looks much worse than a cold, what can I do for you?”

He’s around you like, all the time. Your every groan or deeper sigh and he asks if you’re fine.

You knew how caring he is, but seeing him THAT worried? It almost concerned you. Maybe you were shaking like a jelly, but you weren’t dying.

“Risotto...my lovely, sweetsy, Risotto - Nero, listen to me. I am not dying, you can sleep. Maybe...come lay down beside me? If I’ll need something I’ll give you a nudge. Ok?

“...Alright. I’ll just...lay down.”

And he did, hugging you tightly to his chest. He wasn’t worried of getting sick because of you - even if he would, he’d continue taking care of you nonetheless.

He asked everyone in La Squadra about taking care of sick person and got many, many suggestions.

The best ones were from Ghiaccio and he used t hem wisely.

He didn’t force you to stay covered when you felt too hot, but when you felt cold he helped you by hugging you and making out of you human pancake from blankets.

He made you drink a lot, he was getting you medicine regulary as he should, everything was perfect.

He even cooked you a soup, what a lovely man.

He took days off so he could stay by your side.

You have no idea what would you do without your lovely capo.

#hacker writes #headcanons #jojo #jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba part 5 #jojo part 5 #jojo's bizzare adventure vento aurero #risotto #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #la squadra #ghiacchio #but just mentioned sr #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #self insert blog

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danddymaro · 4 years

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Bruno Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader

Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)

Daughter’s name // (D/n)

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After Part 5 // Family means so much to him.

Bruno Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader

His sapphire-colored orbs stayed on the small child, observing her keenly.

She was small and stubby, her softly tanned cheeks stained with warm color as her blue eyes stayed open wide with fright as she shuffled further from the packed sidewalk, backing the furthest she could to get closer to the nearest building’s wall.

He'd noticed she was alone, and he could only assume she'd been struck by bad luck, and that alone was all the reason he needed to stay, because he couldn't go about his day as he regularly did when he knew she would be left alone and frightened.

He couldn't when he knew that out there, the little girl was ultimately left at the mercy of the world.

At the thought, his heart tightened, and during then, all he had in mind was to comfort the child, making sure she was alright and out of harm’s way.

Kneeling to her, he offered her a gentle smile, his head cocking to the side slightly as he offered her his hand, “Are you alright?" He asked her, the question making her quiet sniffles cease for just a moment as she looked up at him, glossy, blue eyes gleaming up at him with an immense innocence that practically sucker-punched him.

Shaking her head, she retreated, her two hands pressed to her chest as she pressed her lips together tightly, refusing to speak or take his hand altogether.

His eyebrows knitted up with worry and confusion before he understood, nodding slowly,

“I see,” he muttered to himself, " You've been told not to speak with strangers, am I right?" He asked her, chuckling at her determination, finding it cute that she had enough in her to hold even her cries while at the face of a stranger.

Backing off by three slow steps, he nodded again, “Very well, but seeing as you’re alone I can only assume you’ve lost your parent, correct?” he asked, receiving a somber nod from the child that confirmed his suspicions.

“I figured that much,” he murmured with a halfhearted smile, “So how about I wait with you here,” he offered, staying the same distance away from her. “That way, we can both wait for your parent. I can make sure you stay safe until they find their way to you... all without you having to pay me any mind, deal?” He offered, showing her a warm smile.

“That way you won’t be lonely,” He said while bargaining with her.

She seemed uncertain at first before she nodded hastily, not wanting to be left alone yet again. And though he was a stranger to her, she felt an odd warmth for him, truly trusting him, believing his every word to be filled with nothing but good intent.

So, she waited with him, her heart growing anxious as she felt that perhaps, she might never get to see her loving mother ever again,

“Mamma…” She said softly, wiping her tears back as she tried to watch for familiar (long/short) strands of (h/c).

It was the one thing about her mother she loved the most, because the sweet-smelling hair was what she would so often hide into while she was being carried.

Minutes passed, all which felt like a lifetime before she heard a familiar voice cry out her name, sounding just as frantic as she had felt during the whole ordeal,

“(d/n)?! (d/n?!)” the woman repeated, again and again.

“Mamma!” (d/n) said aloud, bouncing right into awaiting arms as her mother scooped her up, tightly pressing her close to her body, her little head immediately falling into the scent of her parent’s regular shampoo.

"Mia Cara," (f/n) muttered softly, " You had me worried sick," she said tearing, having thought the worst.

The entire time her heart had raced, her mind blurry with the speed it tried to run with as it thought of just about every corner of the city she could search for her missing child.

“Mamma, there was a man here,” Her daughter said with certainty, pointing her little finger to where Bruno had waited with her, now finding it suddenly empty.

Her little smile slowly dropped, as confused, she looked around, actually saddened by his abrupt leave.

All the while, Bruno stared at her wide-eyed, his breath halted as he gawked at the woman like he'd seen a ghost. It took him a moment to truly let the realization he’d come to fall upon him, but when it did he took action and hid away.

Bruno lurked, watching with widened eyes as the young girl, who he now realized seemed too familiar to him, searched for him,

“Where did he go...?” She muttered softly, full of disappointment.

‘- How could I not see it before?’ He asked himself, feeling utterly foolish for not recognizing her sooner.

She shared the same eyes as his mother had, the same ones which had been passed down to him as well, a striking feature that should have been familiar to him from the get-go.

Her skin was also touched by a soft tan, nearly the same as his as well, just a shade darker, something he could only assume came from enjoying the warmth of the sun as she played outside.

furthermore, her hair was also the same dark ink as his, glowing a soft shine of blue as the light touched it perfectly, flowing pin straight down her back.

"She's been hidden… with my child nonetheless," he said to himself, feeling his stomach sink at the awareness that had he not been there, his innocent little girl would have fallen into the wrong hands,

' Much more…If someone were to know... they would have taken her and hurt her, all because of me...' He brooded, remembering the last time he'd seen the woman,

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“It’s a dangerous life,” She said to him, “...One I’m certain you have no intention to detach yourself from,” she said with the same soft, saddened tone as he silently listened on.

Somehow, he knew what was coming, and he had anticipated it.

After all, he understood why she wouldn’t have wanted to stay with him after she’d been put at risk.

During the time they searched for their boss, she'd become a target as well, forced to hide after she'd been attacked by the same gang he’d once sworn loyalty to.

All in all, he couldn't blame her for wanting to draw back from him, because she was just a normal woman, one who wasn’t a part of the same world he was, but had unfortunately been sucked into his chaos.

- All because they had shared the same little, fluttering feeling.

She hadn’t known what his profession was from the start, because if she had she would have never even smiled back at him.

She wouldn't have had the same willingness to giggle at his little greeting every time he visited the small shop she worked at either. And much more, she would have never fallen in love with him, nor given herself to him the way she did.

"I'm sorry," She said to him, swallowing down hard as she turned from him, and he too apologized, his voice soft and frail as he let her walk away, ultimately convincing himself that it was best to just let her go back to her normal life while he fell back into the same underground he worked in.

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He wanted to say so much to her, plenty of which was in regards to the little cherub-faced angel that clung to her neck, but silently, he slipped away from her, choosing to let her continue to live her tranquil life instead.

As much as it hurt him to see them walk further from him, he knew it was best, accepting that even while he could give them both all of his heart in its entirely, it meant nothing if every other day they'd be uncertain of the next.

Seeing their smiles, much more their little expressions of joy as they held one another, he let it settle in his mind that the best thing for him to do was leave things as they were, the man choosing his family over his own self.

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danddymaro · 4 years

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Loving in His own way | Leone Abbacchio x Reader

Cop Abbacchio is sexy Abbacchio. Here is a nice gif.

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Loving in His own way

Long ago, Leone Abbacchio had once saved her life.

Perhaps he didn't remember, but it was still fresh in her mind. Both the thought and feeling were always there, present whenever the light-haired man came into contact with her,

'I'll never forget,' She declared, knowing that it was fate that had her meet with him once more, only years later.

Back then, he had been so young and sweet, a deep contrast of the bitter man he was in the present time.

She was well aware he was no longer the same naive boy, but even then, she continued to appreciate the fact.

- And she continued to pay him back with little acts.

Publicly, he was disgraced, but even then, it didn't change her thoughts of him.

She was well aware he was no longer the same starry-eyed male, but even then, she continued to hold onto the same feeling.

Somehow, despite the bitterness, she still loved him.

Somehow, despite his initial shove he'd pushed her away with, she still admired him, pushing back with the only thing she had to offer,

Her heart.

Hushed, she never revealed her reasoning, not wanting him to think of it as something she offered out of obligation, but rather, a simple act of genuine love.

- An act of affection.

' It was the first time I'd ever felt I mattered,' She thought with adoration, always willing to fall back in line with him, and always willing to follow his path.

Slowly, he melted down, becoming close to her, in only a way Abbacchio could ;

Discreetly, with shame, and with the feeling that he didn't deserve to have anything nice come his way.

But she could tell.

She easily read him, knowing just why he'd been so guarded, as well as why he didn't just admit that gradually, he'd fallen in love with her too.

' You think you're so inconspicuous,' She mused.

Occasionally, his hand touched hers, ever so softly that the touch was nearly nonexistent.

Other times he was much more bold, taking hold of them altogether,

With one hand laid onto the seat, he let his small finger inch closer to hers, stopping just as his skin made contact with hers, feeling the chilly touch of her (s/c) skin meet his,

"You cold?" He asked her quietly, scooting closer, the excuse of keeping the conversation between the two of them being what most often became his justification for the close proximity.

" A little," She said smiling halfheartedly, her two hands coming close together, rubbing eachother for warm friction.

"Yeah?" he softly breathed, soon holding her two hands in his, lifting them to his mouth, blowing out warm huffs, coating her fingers with their sweet heat,

"Better?" he said in the same tender tone, causing her entire body to envelope in warmth.

From the roots of her (h/c) colored hair, down to the tips of her toes, she was touched by the warmth.

Breathlessly, she answered, nodding her head as well as she watched him pull up a faint smile,

"Leone...Thank you," she responded.

Often, he'd save the seat next to him, not saying it was meant for her, but going as far as to not let anyone else occupy the space.

In fact, even Bucciarati was warded off, which surprised her.

"Off the chair Narancia," Abbacchio muttered, his golden eyes staying hidden as he kept them close. He didn't move, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the chair, a seemingly permanent scowl being displayed.

"Ahhh! Why??" Narancia pouted, his books in hand, all picked right back up and clutched to his chest. " I need to study or else Fugo's gonna get pissed again!" He said worriedly.

"There's another seat over there," Abbacchio added with the same dullness, offhandedly waving his hand over to the other side of the table he knew was empty.

"But Abba-"

"- Go," Leone said sternly, his slouching back fixed upright as he heard a familiar, feminine voice greet everyone in the room,

"Hello Everyone!" (f/n) said smiling, seeing an empty seat beside the long-haired male, graciously taking it, soon getting comfortable as she ordered a small drink.

Across the table, Narancia grumbled, his chin in his hand as he glared dead at the older man.

'I should have known,' Naracnia thought to himself, annoyed as he watched the man push his plate towards the woman, offering her a small pick at his plate,

"I hate mushrooms," Abbacchio said dishearteningly, watching as she happily picked the pieces, loving the savory bits as she paired the veggie with pasta.

"- Why didn't you just ask for them to exclude it," Giorno asked innocently, not having anticipated the sharp glare shot to him by the golden-eyed man. Granted, he was used to Abbacchio's glares, but the one directed at him just then was enough to cut through a diamond.

Dark and menacing, sharp and malicious...

Lifting his hands up in defense, Giorno felt a cold sweat drip down his forehead,

'Wait, What did I do?' He wondered to himself.

An elbow then jabbed at his rib, his green eyes trailing to the dark-eyed male beside him who tried his darndest to keep his eyes down on his own meal,

'Don't', Mista pleaded with worry creased brows, concerned for the golden-haired teen.

In the past, he'd been stupid enough to ask the same exact question, not having put two and two together beforehand.

But it was like this :

(f/n) Liked mushrooms, but Abbacchio didn't.

Abbacchio liked (f/n), so they were always on his plate, just on the side, ordered in a small quantity.

Smiling secretly, (f/n) held back a giggle, knowing how defensive Leone became at the question.

"Leone," she said suddenly, stealing the glowering man's attention, saving Giorno in the process.

"Hmm," Abacchio sounded, responding to her.

"I don't know anything about wine," She said sheepishly, " What would you recommend?" She asked him, and as she expected, he leaned in, his finger trailing below the printed beverages as he gave her small, personal reviews on them.

' Do you remember?' Leone wondered, taking a slow sip of his glass of wine, glancing towards (f/n) as she pushed her plate towards him, giving him a cute grin.

'Because you don't owe me anything,' He thought to himself, smiling graciously at her, taking his fork and picking at the extra strawberry decorating the slice.

'I see you got an extra one... again,' He thought to himself, tickled pink at the very small detail, knowing she would have had to have asked to get two placed at the top.

A little, discrete perk lifted the right corner of his mouth before taking a bite of the sweet fruit.

' It'd been a long time since I'd felt like I mattered,' He thought with adoration for the woman, '...A long time since I'd felt that I had actually made a difference.' He added, thinking back to his days on the force.

'You mean the world to me,' He thought while sticking his fork through the other berry,

'You admire me...

You appreciate me...

You love me...

And I believe it all...Much more, I feel the same.'

"They're really sweet," he said tenderly, hovering it over her mouth, " Even without the frosting," he added, watching as her sweet lips spread apart, accepting the bite with glowing happiness,

"I love...them," He told her, his eyes filled with adoration, connected with hers all the while.

Understanding, she smiled gently,

"I do too, I love them too."

A/N: This started off as a drabble, and then ran its own course.