#where once again I nearly killed Bruno

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello, I did not want to disturb but I wanted to know how the stands of Bucci-Gang + Trish and Diavolo would behave in front of their beloved?Since they are manifestations of his soul, they would also show his Yandere side, sorry if it is a lot of work and I love how you write

*just so everyone knows I keep a lot of asks and hope to eventually write them later if I really like the concept…even if it may literally take an eternity to get to them*

So since this is Yandere focused I’m going to lean on that, but you’ll get to see the expressions of obsession as I write.

Yandere Bucciarati Group + Diavolo and Trish’s stands reacting to their darling

Bruno Bucciarati

Generally speaking Sticky Fingers particularly seems to “stand guard” around you. It’s fingers sometimes float across your skin, gentle touching. But at a moments notice is quick to use its ability if Bruno even suspects you trying to escape or pull something. There are times where you feel it grab your arm and drag you closer to its master.

Leone Abbacchio

Since his stand doesn’t really have offensive capabilities, it tends to like also hanging around you. Though if Abbacchio really insists on you not leaving his side, Moody Blues will do its best to keep you still. If he decides to use his ability depending on where you’re at, it does it relatively quickly and quick to pause with precision if it’s something like seeing your face sleeping at night. Simply watching you seems to be one of its favorite things to engage in.

Guido Mista

The Sex Pistols pretty much adore you, even the troublemaking number stops being a nuisance when you’re around. If you can see them, they insist on you feeding them when mealtime comes around. They may slightly pester Mista saying you’re better at doing so simply for holding food a certain angle. He enjoys this as much as the pistols do, and even if you can’t see them and feed them they still generally cheer when you’re around. if anyone outside the gang and Mista himself, they’ll end up reacting somewhat hostile. Snide or sarcastic remarks if someone tries to romance you.

They’ll also pester Mista if he hasn’t seen you in a few days due to a job or something he had to take care of on his own.

Narancia Ghirga

Aerosmith’s flight patterns seemingly change course a bit when you’re around Narancia. Out of protective instinct, it seems to fire it’s bullets/weapons more aggressive if you’re in any sort of immediate danger. Or if Narancia is tracking, Aerosmith seems to get a quick reading on you, fast. For some reason if the stand was used casually, the way it would fly around would be akin to something at an air show. Presenting the way Narancia may be excited to be with you.

Pannacotta Fugo

Purple Haze is interestingly affected by Fugo’s obsession for you. It stops obsessing over its arms, drooling minimizing to almost nothing. It’s aggression in battle nearly quadruples, out of getting rid of anything that Fugo considers a threat. So there’s times things may or may not get out of control or on the other end of the spectrum killing something with almost unusual precision . But it settles once knowing you’re safe, this may or may not exhaust Fugo occasionally. Under the surface Purple Haze would be pleased if you came to check on Fugo out of concern.

Giorno Giovanna

Gold Experience and Giorno are pretty much in sync almost constantly. It generally likes to express certain flowers that evidently have deep romantic meanings as a gift. It’ll daze you in a heartbeat if you try to sneak off somewhere, giving way to its stand master taking care of you for a few hours. Generally it seems to enjoy kissing your hand, and occasionally turning an object into a small animal for you. It doesn’t hesitate to turn something that you own into an animal to track down either if it means being in your presence again.

Aromatherapy is another thing it seems to do with plants, especially after Giorno figures out what your likes, dislikes, (and potential allergies) are.

Requiem is basically game over for any escape attempts with a stand, and even if you’re hesitant takes some effort to try and comfort you. Caresses and touches that would be comforting in a normal context that’s not having you run in terror from a mafioso.

Diavolo

Due to his violent tendencies and tactics, King Crimson is intense in presenting Diavolo’s dark desires. It’s touches are tight and unbelievably strong, that it tends to leave bruises on your body. Erasing time is smooth and precise, inducing confusion from trying to escape Diavolo. The stand is of course as impulsive as it’s stand master, your legs are broken or are knocked out as quick as your thoughts to wander.

Trish Una

Spice Girl has some impulsive traits that King Crimson does, as much as Trish probably doesn’t want to admit it. This stands intensity shines through sitting on your lap, arms around your neck. Not caring in the slightest if you can see it or not. It gives faint phantom kisses on your cheeks, and certainly uses its abilities to keep you in place no matter the area. It tends to also enjoy having you match Trish someway, even the smallest accessory it enjoys seeing Trish put on you to coordinate. Like you and her were meant to be.

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Enemies to Lovers - Bruno Bucciarati

notes - SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMFG! It's literally been in my ask box for a year dude. It might not be the best and I apologize, but nonetheless, it was still fun. I hope you enjoy, even if it's silly. word count - 861

You were told to kill Bruno Bucciarati.

It was part of the job. Kill important people, make lots of money. Easy right?

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you tied up your hair and hid a knife in a garter around your leg. You felt… pretty. You smiled at yourself and turned to look at your outfit.

A ball with mafia members wasn’t rare, and it wasn’t rare that you went to them. You had actually met Bruno on several occasions.

It was such a shame you had to kill the poor man.

He was kind. Kinder than a lot of people you had met on the job. Kind, but he hated you. You knew he did. The way he would look at you over his glass of champagne from across the room, you just knew he wanted to kill you.

Frankly, you didn’t like him much either. You weren’t supposed to be kind in the mafia. If he was supposed to be any sort of boss, he should act like one. You were busting your ass just to hope that you would get promoted while he was building his way up dressed like a model.

You felt really good about the night to come. Never had you been so… nervous about a job.

You walked to the car that was waiting for you just outside of your house and you crawled in, thanking the driver.

It wasn’t a long drive, just a stressful one. You could feel your hands shaking. You had done this a thousand times before, so why was it so hard all of the sudden? You took a deep breath as the car stopped in front of a large mansion. You thanked the driver again and stepped out. The knife you hid was still securely against your thigh, so you walked to the entrance without a second thought.

The ballroom was crowded. Full of thousands of members of the mafia trying to make deals and kill each other. The energy was ecstatic. You loved it.

You scanned the room trying to get something. Anything. Any sign that Bruno was there. He had to be there. You saw dozens of familiar faces, so where was he?

“Hello, y/n.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin hearing Bruno behind you. You turned around and smiled wryly at him.

“Bucciarati.” You nodded.

“How lovely to see you.” He smiled.

“You as well.”

“Champagne?” He held out a glass to you with golden, bubbly liquid.

You took it with a smile. “How considerate.” You took a long sip, not once taking your eyes off of Bruno. The knife on your leg was getting antsy.

“Would you care to dance?” Bruno asked.

He was making this easy for you… too easy. You gave him a side eye, but took his hand anyway, setting your drink down on the table, knowing that you would probably never see it again.

Bruno swept you onto the dance floor, perfectly wrapping his arm around your waste. Dare you think that he was trying to make you fall in love.

“So, what are you doing here?” he asked quietly.

“What everyone else is doing here.” you answered vaguely.

“Always so clever.” he chuckled, shaking his head.

You two danced for a while. It felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest and give you away if you didn't do anything soon.

“Everything all right?” Bruno asked.

You smiled. “Mhm. Just fine.”

“It’s getting crowded in here,” he whispered in your ear. “Let’s take this to the garden.”

Now you knew that he had figured out something. You were screwed if you followed him, but you were even more screwed if you didn’t. You let him lead you to the garden and tried to keep some sanity. It was a simple job. It was the least you could do.

It was cold out. But the kind of cold that you enjoy after time in the beating sun. A chill ran down your spine, but you didn't mind it.

Bruno sat on a bench next to some daisies and patted the open spot next to him. You sat next to him and looked up at the stars and moon. Now or never.

“Who’s paying you to kill me?” Bruno asked.

You weren’t shocked.

“Can't tell you.” you said.

He hummed in response. “I see. Well, are you going to do it?”

You looked over at him and chuckled. “No, I don’t think so.”

“No? Don't tell me you’re going soft.”

You slowly took the knife out and twirled it in your hand. “Not soft. I just think I brought the wrong weapon.”

Bruno laughed and leaned back on the bench. “Some other time then?”

You looked at the knife. “Yeah. Some other time.”

You turned to pull the knife out on him, to actually get the job done, but Bruno planted a quick kiss on your cheek and disappeared.

That knife wouldn’t have been of much help anyway.

Strangely, you longed for the next meeting with Bruno. To perhaps actually get the job done with a better weapon and a long dance.

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Dead Island 2 Slayers X Reader Headcanons (Part Two!)

(Since so many people liked the first one, and some even asked me for more, I decided to let my muse run wild again. Having a great time with the game so far and I hope you all enjoy the little stories that have sprung up from my playthrough and can have a good time with your favorite slayer(s). If you feel I missed any characters or areas it’s because I haven’t heard or seen them yet and I’m writing based on what inspiration comes to me.)

Amy:

-Amy won’t immediately admit it, but sometimes she wonders if she made the right choice in giving up her seat to other people on a previous evacuation flight. It can be hard to keep up the morale, but then you remind her that it was thanks to that which let the two of you meet, and that since then Amy (and the others) have saved so many innocent lives. Not only did Amy make the right choice, you remind her that so many people owe everything to her because of it.

-Sometimes she forgets to work out the kinks in her muscles, and likes to say that she can handle it. But when you put your hands on her and begin working the knots out of her shoulders and back, she melts into your touch and allows herself to be vulnerable with you.

-Always appreciates when you can bring her some chewing gum, especially if it has some good flavor to it or has a nice scent, so she can use it to ignore the rotting stench in the air around the zombies.

-Whenever you start humming or singing or playing the Rocky montage music it just causes Amy to laugh uncontrollably. It gives her that little bit more spirit, and she returns the favor by sometimes acting like a sports announcer when you are training in gym back at Emma’s mansion.

-She always loves giving you a quick peck of a kiss after a successful fight. If you want more you’ve got to catch her (good luck, she can easily run circles around you).

-Once when you were alone, she admitted it was always her dream to win the gold at the Paralympics, but that she’d happily give it up to spend the rest of her life with you safe and away from all the fighting and killing. Sometimes when she thinks no one is looking, she has a little cross she will pull out and use to pray, and she prays for your health and safety, and that if anything happens to her, that you will survive and heal from the loss of her.

Bruno:

-Nearly got shocked to death trying to charge his phone from a Shocking Walker, but you managed to shove them away with a rubber tire, and saved Bruno’s life, this is how you both met, and he gave you directions back to Emma’s mansion where the others could help him, he’s been on you like glue since then.

-If you let him, he will go on and on about whatever internet based shows or media he’s into, and will give your stuff at least a three episode try before he makes a decision of if he’s into it or not.

-Sometimes can get too far into Gen-Z slang when talking about you, to the point you have no idea what he’s saying, but from the joy in his eyes you know he cares about you and is praising you.

-He has dozens of music playlists saved on his phone, three of them are specifically tailored to you, for you, or which remind him of you.

-Over at the Goat Pen mansion he acted like a DJ and got on the mike, announcing to all the zombies that could hear about how amazing you are and how the Zeds better run because the two of you were gonna make today special by going for a world record in zombie kills. 

-Once got super pissed off when some influencer survivor started insulting your fashion choices and he practically spoke in tongues from how he swapped languages in his anger and just couldn’t even focus on his words. No one talks bad about his lover, especially not some fake ass industry plant looking influencer who sold out to the big companies before they even hit it big. 

Carla:

-Carla is proud of her size and strength, never missing a chance to boast about it, especially if you show signs of being into it. When you cuddle or sleep together, you are absolutely the little spoon, and sometimes she likes to joke about crushing your head between her thighs, but if you act like you like it she will start blushing hard and have no idea what to say next.

-She likes to boost your confidence by sometimes letting you one up her during a sparring match at the Gym back in Emma’s house. Half of fighting is keeping the proper mindset, and the other half is a mix of skill and training.

-If you complain too much about how hard it is building up your muscles she will make a challenge. If you can build up your muscle mass to a certain level without enhancers or other methods of cheating, then she will start training naked with you. Is she joking? You have to get those gains to find out!

-Carla likes to be on point when fighting Zeds, trusting you to have her back while she handles the bigger enemies up ahead. She always tells you to stand back whenever you encounter Crushers.

-Genuinely hates the insect swarm walkers, or any other infected covered in insects. More than once you’ve had to brush them off of her or tell her there is nothing crawling in her hair. She’s a little embarrassed about it, but prefers not talking about it and just crushing more Zeds under her feet.

-When the two of you sit together, Cala’s always putting an arm around you and keeping you close to her, and if she’s very relaxed then she will lean her head over on your own.

Jacob:

-Won’t admit it, but he’s got a thing for cowboys and you once caught him wearing some scavenged red cowboy outfit, with a hat and boots and belt, etc. He got so embarrassed when you found him, but brightened up once you played along and reassured him there was nothing to be ashamed of. There’s no dress code for the apocalypse, and so long as he is happy, you are happy.

-Jacob is absolutely the kind of guy to roleplay in the bedroom with you (especially if it feeds into his love for old Westerns), and will play along with your own fantasies if you play along with his. 

-If you have a major issue with his smoking he will try (emphasis on try) to get it under control, but you’re gonna have to get him a lot of nicotine gum or patches. Though you could also distract him from needing to smoke by sharing a kiss with him each time the urge hits him.

-Once you had a night terror (sadly common for everyone these days) while sleeping next to him, and his normally devil-may-care, class clown, demeanor dropped. He was incredibly gentle with you, asking you if you were okay, and willing to stay up all night, just holding you until you drifted off to a more comfortable sleep again. 

-Would love to introduce you to his family, but is a little nervous as he sometimes feels that you are too good for him, and could do better than him. A fear you always remind him is untrue. You love him no matter what.

-It is slowly becoming a thing for the two of you to try and one up each other with jokes, and while it aggravates the others to hear the constant comedy routine between the both of you, its the happiest either of you have been in a while. 

Ryan:

-Absolutely has a ‘Fireman’ voice he slips into (both consciously and unconsciously) when he’s trying to impress you or put you at ease. Gets a blush if you bring it up to him when he’s doing it unconsciously. 

-Is always happy to share stories with you about his brother, but sometimes he will get sad and worry his brother might be hurt or dead...or infected. Whenever those fears come, you chase them away with a firm hug, kiss, or a promise that his brother is okay and will be the best man at your wedding.

-Is the best hypeman of the entire group when it comes to working out at the gym and always knows what to say to help you complete a set and build up your strength for battles to come.

-Whenever you feel bad about your body, Ryan will remind you of how perfect you really are. With just a gentle hold of his hand, and the shine in his eyes, its as if you are catching a second wind when you were at your lowest point.

-Ryan actually ran through fire (thanks to having real firefighter’s pants and boots) to pull you out of danger, and pulled off a good fireman’s carry to get you to safety when some oil caught fire during a fight with the undead.

-Ryan sometimes likes to get a tan when the group takes a day off, and likes to make sure he stretches or does poses when he thinks you’re watching. Sometimes it works, and other times hilarity ensues.

General group headcanons:

-If you can convince the others to try a tabletop RPG together, Luciana will instantly jump in as the GM, though she seems to hate D&D for reasons she will not explain. (Bruno has a bet going that its because Andrea fell for the Satanic panic nonsense). But for just about every RPG out there Luciana has a PDF of it ready to go, even super obscure ones almost no one plays. She’s a big nerd about the lore, theories, and stats about each game and will go on about it till she’s too exhausted to talk.

-Bruno makes movie references and got Carla laughing when he once compared her to the character Byron from Mars Attacks when he started punching out a bunch of Martians single handedly because Carla had been doing the same against a swarm of weaker Shamblers and 1 hit KO’d almost a dozen Shamblers.

-Whenever someone in the group wants to get intimate, everyone else runs interference for them so they aren’t interrupted or ruin the moment.

-Andrea has started to warm up to you the most out of all the Slayers and sometimes packs you a lunch if you’re going to be out with the group for the whole day. 

-If you can find a proper mixtape of Sam B’s songs (even beyond ‘Who do you voodoo bitch?’) he will be in a good mood at someone recognizing his songs beyond his one-hit-wonder song.

Back at Emma’s Mansion: 

-There is a general rule of ‘No Politics’ at the safehouses. Everyone has their own opinion and tensions can run hot after a difficult mission, the last thing anyone needs is fists being thrown over idiot politicians thousands of miles away. (Given some of the encounters and revelations about influencers around Hell-A, this rule is also starting to apply to them too).

-You, Sam-B, and Luciana are the ones actually making notes in the Zompedia based on encounters you’ve all had and what you’ve observed in the field. Luciana wants to turn it into a real zombie survival guide.

-Elizabeth has a near encyclopedic knowledge of random facts and data from all the different books she’s read.

-Curtis will teach you how to shoot his hunting rifle, but make the shots count, he doesn’t have infinite bullets. 

-Carlos helps you with fixing your equipment and learning to clean it without cutting yourself. 

-While Amy is the most mature of the group and tries her best to set a good example, Dani is effectively becoming team mom. She’s rough around the edges but will tell you what you need to hear even if its a tongue lashing for having messed up. 

Movie Night:

-Amy loves picking Forest Gump and will always swear that the original book is a piece of shit, and that the movie is so much better.

-Bruno picks action or heist movies, or wants to watch HBO miniseries.

-Carla’s favorite choices are the Keanu Reeves John Constantine movie, or the first Matrix movie.

-Dani is into musicals. Laugh and she will smack you on the mouth. 

-Jacob loves anything that has a Wester/Cowboy vibe to it.

-Ryan has watched that old Disney version of John Carter of Mars like four times now. 

-Carlos loves sports movies, especially from the Rocky or Creed series of movies. Though he also has a soft spot for Stand and Deliver (1988), he might be convinces to watch BSG (2003) because it also has James Edward Olmos.

-Amanda the influencer is no longer allowed to pick movies.

-Curtis loves picking his own movies and sharing behind the scenes stories about cast and crew.

-Emma never watches her own movies, while Sam B only ever wants to watch Emma’s movies.

-Elizabeth picks movie adaptations of her favorite books, and then comments the entire time about how close or different it is to the book.

-Luciana picks the nerdiest movies you can imagine, but lately has been picking the Evil Dead series, and will totally geek out if anyone quotes Ash while killing zombies.

-Andrea loves historic dramas.

-You know your own choices. The hard part is finding unbroken DVDs in Hell-A and bringing them back to the safehouse to watch. Surprisingly Patton had a couple of them.

In Patton’s Safehouse: 

-Patton really appreciated you taking a gentle tone with him, without talking down to him like a child, or getting jumpy like he was going to bite you. For this he gave you a key to his bunker.

-Has a hidden popcorn machine he uses for when anyone actually sits to watch movies with him and tends to shush people if they talk too much. 

-After the end of the game, you and the other slayers turn his safehouse into a shelter for other survivors and a home away form home for you all. 

-You are very particular about making sure Patton’s safehouse is not messy, in case he ever comes back.

[impossiblefangirl0632]

I wrote 2000 ish words today and none of it was for a published story

Why am I like this

[insert-inconspicuous-name-here]

For personal reasons I will be breaking down a few interactions between Sofia and Raúl in season 3 of Control Z because them not being together until the very last scene hurts the part of my heart reserved for this specific ship. This got waaaay longer than I first intended.

In episode 1, Sofia keeps trying to convince Raúl to go to the police, more than the others. She grabs him by the arm while the others are walking away and they keep facing each other until Javi drags her away from Raúl in what seems like a more "stay away from temptation" than "let's go" sort of way, and she just looks back at Raúl while he looks a lil hurt. Then he is super snarky and bratty whenever he has to stand the sight of them (her and Javi) together and that kills me (in a funny way). When Sofía received his message, there were more messages between them and I really wanted to know what they talked about even after they kept apart for a year. Adding, that last flashback scene, where he just confesses that he went to see the widowed husband for her, so that he wouldn't disappoint her again, in front of everyone was golden because Claudia sort of looked at the others like "... what's happening right now?"

Oh. Is was also nearly nothing, but when Rosita and Darío catch Sofia and Javi, and she covers herself in Raúl's shirt, is like she's conscious of it. It's barely something and she quickly let's go, but from where I stand, It looks like it was put that way into the scene as a hint to the fact that she still likes him. After all she looks at it and is a little off, quickly letting it go. You can barely tell, but I would still like to think is something. Also, i love the boyfriend shirt moment from season 2. And the jacket in season 1. Maybe it's like a "each season" thing. . .

Episode 2: I'm only rewatching for the second time, but I remember that when I watched this one, it was very clear who the hacker was this season. * Wrote the first episode after watching it. Currently watching the second one, so there's a probability I'll just narrate everytime I see them together *. Raúl looks so surprised that Sofia believes is not him, it's even comical. Also, how Raúl doesn't fist-bump Quintanilla and just stares at him, is so hilarious. He's way more compatible with Sofia than all-friendly Javi. And the snarky lil remark to this fact by Raúl himself. Awesome. (I wrote it and when i pressed play, Raúl said it himself that is weird they are together lol).

-Unrelated: I hate the drama teacher. Fucking ass. Drop dead , please? Bernardo does resemble Luis a lot-

"Pues, lo primero, recuperar a mi novia"

-Unrelated: one of my favorite things about this season are the little, random, plot irrelevant scenes with Dario and Ernesto.-

Sofia telling Bruno Raúl does everything she asks is peak self-awareness.

Episode 3: they interact only once because Sofia gets worried when she sees something's wrong with Raúl. Also, comparing sex with Raúl and sex with Javi, Sofia seems way more lost in pleasure with Raúl... Or I just want to believe that because I don't like seeing her with Javi. We'll never know. I'll keep doing this tomorrow

So my edit on Episode 4 simply vanished i guess... They interact at the hospital. Javi offers Raúl to stay at his place because it seems like Sofia is building up to it, and she also did that with Javi's ex. The way she smiles when he says he likes how she looks, tho. Also, i had added this before, both Sofia and Raúl making sure the dude stays quiet while Javi and Natalia act civilized is so beautiful; it just shows how fitting both couples are. And then Raúl just hanging back after Natalia gets out of the car lol . He looks so pissed to leave them alone together. Why are Raúl and Natalia going to see Adrián too?

-Unrelated: masked person attacking random kid because he's wearing Javi's school jacket, which all students from his school have, in a complete different neighborhood is so off-

Oh, Sofia taking Natalia to see Adrián with the busted leg just to confirm her theory is showing that Sofia had quite the manipulative side as well. And this also leads me to think she might've been "manipulating" Raúl by being with Javier for over a year (this theory gets weaker when i think about the fact that it was over a year). Like, she's teaching him a lesson, since he lied to her twice, about major things, and maybe she's also making it harder for him to get her back, since everything changes when Raúl tells her that the easy things are not worth it. Seriously, is so funny how pissed off Raúl is to have to get out of the car lol

Episode 5: the dude in the braids is so gay and crushing on Gerry very hard. The look of satisfaction in knowing Sofia and Javi broke up, he's so cute. Gerry and Bernardo win the best hot scene this season (only gets me down because Sofia and Raúl won the two first seasons, still super good). Rogelio having a double life fits but also feels like a stretch.

Now the good shit: Sofia and Raúl: Raúl paying for her dad's lawyer seems like such a good deed, but it's obvious he doesn't care if Rogelio is in jail or not and is just for Sofia to be happy. The parallels going to Javi+Natalia to Sofia+Raúl BUT Javi and Nat get to kiss, but Mr. Fuck Ups and Sofia don't (understandable, but still).

I love the scene on the park because it's the first actual Raúl x Sofia scene we have this season. He tells her he would do anything for her, and I seriously do not understand her response. But then he says she should stop thinking so much and she just doesn't want to stop thinking because it's obvious if she stops thinking she'll go back to him immediately. And then she pulls back and Natalia pulls in and FUUUUUCK. Raúl has never been this pissed off this frequently even with Pablo in season 2 lol. Ok. I just don't get Sofia's replies during that whole walking down the street arguing with her boy scene. "you know you like me" her reply: "who do you think you are?" Like, huh? This scene also made me think she is over him. Which looking from a healthy point of view (not mine) would be nice, but it just hurt the first time I watched it.

"Haz lo que sientes, carajo" "¡No!" And here that first thought of mine went down the drain: what did she feel like doing and why didn't she want it? I think it was being with him, but that is my biased opinion.

-unrelated: they reference Sherlock twice for the first and only times this last season. Which is to add to the fact that Sofia is a She-lock. and I want to punch Quintanilla again-

Episode 6: Claudia was right tho: when they play with other people she's down, but when it's with her, Sofia just drops everything? Raúl is such a fucking snarky lil shit. The way Sofia just drops the cellphone like is contaminated. I love this scene.

Raúl's threat is nothing. A pic taken by his ex: Woooow. I'm shaken. And here we have it again: the obviousness of Raúl's plan- Sofia being left all alone, except for him.

-Unrelated: I don't understand Clau and her teacher here. Like, he's sleeping with her so she'll paly the part in his play? Isn't it the other way around?-

Sofia sobbing uncontrollably as Raul wreaks the cafeteria... Wtf. I get it that she's shaken, but actually crying like that? That's the first time we see grown Sofia crying like that, no? Is it possible that she figured it out at that moment? Because she proceeds to telling Javi she wants to work it alone... I keep creating theories and they all seem so empty. I love this show.

Episode 7: i just don't get it. So many things don't make any sense to me at this point. Why is Alex so upset that Gaby wants her to go to Spain for them to be together? How making the dude that killed your son stay in your immaculate son's room a good idea? Poor guy will go insane. The last song was awesome

Episode 8: just like in season 1, Sofia uses what Raúl says to her previously as to somewhat see that he's the hacker: first it was that lil speech about how easy things are not worth it "las cosas fáciles no valen la pena." and now it was the fact that she can't resist a mystery. It's very cute how they are locked up and in "danger" but they keep playing around and making each other laugh. I forgot they had another "almost kiss" SHIT. Sofia realizing they are all reading and saying "this ass lied to me" and Raúl having a minor heart attack before she says she means Bruno, not him, since she's looking him dead in his eye lol.

Last scene: when they are talking at the restaurant the way she reacts to Javi's theory is either: 1- she just figured it out at that moment, listening to Javi, since she didn't want to believe it before. 2- she already knew it, but didn't expect anyone else to know- not even Raúl. Also, the way she looks at him (Raúl), like she's proud or something lol.

I really hoped Sofia would be the one behind everything this season. But what if she was? Like the Halloween Heists on B99- she "plants the idea" on Raúl's mind beforehand or she knows what'll happen anyway: he'll go and to something exaggerated to win her over again. But still, the only thing that got me confused, both times I watched it, was Sofia's reaction to Javi's speech. Did she know or did she only realized when he said it?

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

The poor fathers of fairytales such as Nightmare and The Sea Witch’s Curse learning they are grandfathers in less than ideal ways. Like when Trish accompanies her revived mother to reunite with him. Or when a tiny blonde mer-girl makes appearances near the kingdom’s shores.

(nightmare)

For poor S/o the ordeal is horrifying, to wake up finding out they were violated by the fairy who cursed them and subsequently the mother of that fairy's child, but despite that s/o loves Trish unconditionally. For the young girl it's strange, she's grown up for most of her life with a mother who didn't know she existed and a father who had a deep hatred for the outside world, only for her mother to be sitting on the bed looking into her eye's explaining that they needed to leave the castle.

When they did make their escape S/o is soon greeted by the very group of fairies that raised them. They came to see if the rumours of S/o wondering were true but most of them are shocked to see the pink haired halfling child that are carrying on their back, except Bruno who was fully aware of the dark fairy's intentions.

It's been nearly ten years since they'd been cursed and S/o want's to meet their father again who is now gravely ill. The trek is long and the fairies try to help care for Trish but she's insistent that she be glued to her mother's embrace. She's confused by the men with wings who claim to be of the same species as her father.

They show her her their magic and promise her that when she's older they'd teach her the magic that she'd be bestowed. S/o is hesitant but knows that I'd be best if she was to learn the magic that she'd possibly gain rather then neglect it and shun it.

However when they do meet her father he's in rage to know that the pink haired girl who is supposed to be his granddaughter is the spawn of Diavolo.

It's sad really, poor little Trish is clinging to her mother as they argue against him. They defend her with everything they have. To them they don't care who Trish's father is, she is still their daughter and should be treated with the love and kindness every child should. The fairies are quick to try take her away from the arguement, even if she's kicking and crying they know that she shouldn't be exposed to this.

It seems like S/o completely forgets about Diavolo but he surely hasn't forgotten about them

(the sea witches curse)

The young Octomer girl has grown up with their mother talking about the world beyond the ocean, where people like her with appendages called legs roam around the land. Her as well as her siblings were forbidden from peaking beyond the water's surface by their father, she feel much the same like her mother who longs to see the world once more.

Her brothers and sisters have accepted their lives in the deep sea but she imagined what such a world beyond looked like with the help of sunken treasures long forgotten by humans. She keeps it all hidden in a small cave by the forest of dead coral in which surrounds her home. She wondered that if her father could bind her mother to the sea then there must be a way that seafolk could cast themselves to land.

At night when everyone else sleeps she makes her way towards the light above. She breaks the water and looks to the sky and sees the moon for the very first time. Before she's swept up by a large net and brought aboard a ship. She's pulled from amongst the fish by the tendril to see an older man and woman who look familiar in some way but she can't pull her finger on it.

The man is in a frenzy of anger demanding she reveal the sea witch to him which obviously frightens the poor octomer. The lady gasps and pulls back the old man as she looks in shock.

"my goodness, she's our daughter's child!" She screams.

"It doesn't matter! I promised myself after our daughter was kidnapped that I'd kill the monster who's terrorised our bloodline!" He roared as he shrugged her grandmother off.

"I'll never accept this monstrosity as my granddaughter!" He continued as he pointed at her with a look of disgust. She tried to crawl away but was caught by the crew and locked in a cage that was hung over the side of the boat.

She saw a shark like fin disappear into the water knowing her father soon know of her predicament.

[calcifermovesthecastle]

Riunione

Here it is you bastards. CW for character death, stabbing, and blood. There’s fluff if you squint. Anyways uh, check it out under the cut

It's hard to breathe with the duct tape covering your mouth. Your heart continues to pound and your mind positively races as you try to figure out why the boss brought you to this church, when you'd been kept in the same location for nearly a year and a half, many of his team filtering in and out of your lives to do as they wished to you. 

Is he finally going to kill you? Is this where you meet your end, cold and alone in an abandoned church with no one to find you for months, maybe years? 

Your arms strain behind your back, the duct tape holding your wrists together uncomfortably tight. The wooden Pew you're propped against makes your joints stiff and achy, and your eyes fight to focus in the dim lighting of this chapel. You can look past all of the pain you're in- you've dealt with worse, you just wish you had some idea of what was going on. Your heart Jumps when you hear the boss' voice echo throughout the room. 

"You should just go home now, Bruno Bucciarati." 

The noise that leaves your throat is strangled as tears fill your eyes There's no way. There's no way that the first time you hear your boyfriend's name after being ripped from him a year and a half ago is here, in this church. The boss continues to speak, as if no one heard you. 

"If you step out from behind that pillar, you're going to die."

It's silent for a moment, and you start to think that the boss is just messing with you. That your boyfriend isn't really here, and that the boss was just bored and wanted to spice things up. You try to control your breathing, not wanting to let him get the best of you.

Until you hear a familiar voice call out his stand- the sound of Bruno's voice ripping an anguished sound from your chest. Once again, you aren't heard, your cry muffled by the duct tape on your mouth and your boyfriend's- could you still consider him that after it's been so long- voice.

You sit up, trying to see where the voices are coming from, your eyes wide. It's silent for a moment, and suddenly, the boss' voice is right behind you. 

"I'd like to ask you why," His deep voice rings throughout the room, and you can feel a knife against your wrist, forcing you to quiet instantly. "What's the meaning of this, Bucciarati? I highly respected all of the work you'd done for me on this mission. Were you so happy to become a Capo that you got greedy? Or did you overestimate your powers and get cocky, thinking you could actually surpass me?" 

In a flash, your arms are free from the duct tape, but your wrist is quickly grabbed so you can't run. Your breath hitches in your throat during the silence that follows. 

"When Trish wakes up…" Bruno's voice falls on your ears, and you squeeze your eyes shut, wiggling in the boss' grasp. "I'm going to tell her her father didn't even exist." 

"Trish?" The boss sounds curious as he rips the duct tape from your mouth. You gasp, but the blade of the knife he's holding is pressed against your throat, and the sound dies before it can leave your mouth. "What about Trish? My daughter has nothing to do with you." The boss leans down into your ear, laughing quietly as he speaks again. "I have something of yours. If you leave now, I'll give it back."

Cruel. Cruel and sick and twisted- making him choose between the two. You exhale shakily, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not get cut.  

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bruno snaps. "And besides whatever this 'thing I'm missing' is, you could never understand my true feelings." 

The next few moments are garbled, it's hard to keep track of through the panic of having a kife pressed to your throat and having to watch your boyfriend's life threatened, but through the low light, you see the Boss' stand stride up behind Bruno, and when the boss speaks again, it's low, sending a chill up your spine. 

"I've decided to show you, as a parting gift." He says, resting his stand's chin on Bruno's shoulder. Your eyes are wide, and you shake your head frantically, throwing your own life to the side. 

"BRUNO, GET OUT OF THERE!" You shriek it as loud as you can, wincing when the knife digs into your skin and threatens to draw blood. 

At the sound of your voice, Bruno freezes, his eyes widening as he looks around the chapel, trying to find you. 

And it happens in a moment. You cry out again in anguish as blood spurts from Bruno's mouth- the result of King Crimson shoving its hand through his abdomen. You try to struggle free from the Boss' grasp, but he grips your wrist even tighter, lifting your chin with the knife. He speaks directly to you. 

"Watch him die. Be good and watch him die." 

A sob passes your lips as you squirm and try to break free, soundless pleas forming on your lips that go unnoticed by your captor. King Crimson attacks again, slicing a hand through Bruno's shoulder. You scream, wrenching one of your hands free, and grab the knife away from your throat, hissing in pain when it slices your palm. Of course, the boss is faster and stronger, as you've been malnourished and locked away for a year and a half, and he grabs you again. You cry out in agony when he drives the knife into your back, dragging it down next to your spine in a trail of cool metal and white hot pain and warm blood, twisting it into your kidney before he pulls it out. A sputtering gasp leaves the nauseating taste of blood in your mouth. 

The cry of pain that leaves your mouth when the knife pulls through your front is much weaker, a much higher pitch. You go limp in the boss' arms, and he tosses you to the ground, spitting words of how you've disappointed him. Your consciousness goes blank. 

When you come to, you're overwhelmingly nauseous, and you can hear the sound of a zipper, and Bruno's soft, pained voice wafting through the room. You're unable to pay attention to most of what he's saying as you roll over and vomit. 

"-Appears you can only read movements for a short amount of time. You're not reading ahead of time. Just try and predict my future movements, Boss." 

With great pain, you call out your stand for the first time since you've been captured by that green haired man and experimented on. You encase yourself in a bubble and allow it to lift you through the ceiling and to the main floor. The moment you've phased through, your stand crumbles away, and you collapse into a heap on the floor, coughing and sputtering as your vision goes out of focus

You flinch when you feel a hand slip in yours, grazing the slice the knife gave you, and loll your head over to see Bruno staring over at you, his eyes glassy. Your name on his lips for the first time since you've been captured is like a drug, and tears threaten your own vision as you struggle to keep his gaze. 

"This is where you've been all this time?" His voice is soft, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into the back of your hand. You gasp, shaking your head. 

"N-no. I was brough here j-just today-" You force the words out, coughing deeply. He hushes you softly.

"Shh…" He searches your eyes, a gentle smile gracing his lips despite the condition he's in. He squeezes your hand. "It's so good to see you again. I thought I'd lost you forever, tesoro." 

Tears fill your eyes for real as your body begins to seize. When you go limp again, a sob escapes your lips, pain jolting through your wounds and spreading through the rest of your body.

"I'm s-so cold, Bruno. I'm so s-scared." 

"Shh, I'm here. It's okay. It's okay." 

You curse yourself for being so weak when his condition is worse than yours. You take a few shallow breaths and push yourself up, dragging yourself over to him. He loops an arm around you as you rest your head against his shoulder, and he turns his head so he can press a gentle kiss to your lips. 

"I d-don't want to die when I just g-got you back," You whisper, tears spilling out of your eyes and wetting your cheeks. "I don't want you to die either." 

"I love you." He kisses you once more, pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm so happy I got to see you again. I thought I'd lost you forever, tesoro. I was so worried. I love you so much." 

You've already fallen silent. 

-

"I told you to call Abbacchio and the others," Bruno sits up slowly, grabbing Giorno's shoulder. "Get out of this church! Hurry!" 

"Bucciarati, thank goodness!" Giorno helps him sit, ignoring his protests. "Trish is okay."

"We can't find out who the boss is right now." Bruno casts a glance to your form- long gone cold, your gaze fixed just past reality. He feels a pang in his heart, but moves forward. "We need to get far away, while we're still out of his range!" He lifts Trish, blinking away his dizziness.

 Giorno heaves a sigh, grabbing the laptop and throwing it with a cry of "Gold Experience!" The rest of the team comes running, yelling profanities and cursing Giorno for disobeying orders. 

"H-hey, Bucciarati's here too!" Narancia exclaims, his eyes wide as he watches Bruno lift Trish in his arms and stand. "What's going on?" 

"Why is Trish still with you?!" 

"Bucciarati, what's going on?" 

"I'll explain everything later," Bruno closes his eyes for a moment. "Right now we need to get as far away from here as possible." 

He starts to run outside, the rest of the team following behind him. Giorno casts a glance at you, his brow furrowed, before he follows too. 

"Hey, Bucciarati, who was that, laying there with you?" 

Bruno frowns, his heart panging at the mention of you. He's silent for a moment before answering. 

"They're dead, so, No one that matters anymore. Someone else the boss took advantage of. We have to go." 

Giorno gets the feeling that that answer is not entirely true.

[birdwonder]

Bucci Gang | Body Swap Headcanons

|| i’m just chilling w/ my phone right now and im choosing to do my next request later today so for now super lame pt 5 headcanons inspired by the body swap fiasco but like ... let’s say it was a different stand that did it and no one died/is missing.

WARNING — fem s/o ! it’s not too sexual but sorta ? in a comedic way more than spicy. i guess also pt 5 spoilers too ! 

Bucci Gang | Body Swap Headcanons

Bruno Bucciarati

- When Bruno had stopped stumbling and was no longer disorientated from the enemy’s attack, he was certainly confused as to why no extreme damage had come to him. He was really counting on the sensation of a thousand stab wounds to cover him like a sheet and yet, he felt perfectly fine. Glancing down, he still wanted to check for any externel injuries but his plan was quickly halted when he saw clothing and hands that certainly didn’t belong to him.

- “What... What is this?!” He’s nothing if not confused, much smaller than his own hands patting all around his body until they paused at his ( if he could say that ) chest. In seconds, his face blew into a bright red colour as soon as the realisation of him being in a woman’s body hit. With his clever perception, Bruno had also come to recognise that the clothing he was adorned in was strikingly similar to [F/N]’s, meaning one thing ...

- “Bruno Bucciarati, what the hell are you doing?!” 

God, it gave the man whiplash to see his own face scruched up with anger while his body marched towards him. The small pink tint on his own face had confused him however, if that was you then maybe you were just embarrassed of him being in your body or vice versa? Now that he thought about it, he really hoped you hadn’t done anything scandulous as him, not that he suspected you would.

- When you suddenly slapped Bruno’s, or your’s really, hands away from their position, he was quick to understand your fury. He had just technically groped you in a way. “Wait, wait, it’s not as it seems! I’m sorry, [F/N]—”

- After a rushed explanation and excuse for his actions, and a what his theory of the stand’s power was, the two of you agreed that you should start to look for the enemy and get back to your own bodies soon for both of your sakes. Bruno did appreciate the soft comfort he had to grip on temporarily though.

Leone Abbachio

- The drastic change in perspective that Abbachio had five minutes ago to now left him horribly bewildered. Why was everything so much taller now ? He was certain that he wasn’t lying nor sitting down.

- All he could do was confusingly turn around and look up at everything around him to try and figure out what was happening. Was he shrinking? That was a possible answer but why wasn’t he going down any more?

- The answer to his dilemma was clear when you, in his body, approached him frantically, hands gripping his shoulders and having to lean down so that you could both be face to face, inches away from each other. Had your minds not been switched, Abbachio was sure that he would have been a little more flustered than he was dumbfounded. “Abbachio, look at us! Our minds ... they’ve been swapped and I’m— I’m- so tall, holy shit.”

- Poor Abbachio had to watch you do what he had done earlier, looking around the whole area with wide eyes and total shock. You just couldn’t believe how different things looked! Oh, was this how Abbachio saw you? Jeez, maybe you should be more careful with how you part your hair if he can see too much of it.

- His jaw dropped when you started to check him out, pulling at the strings connecting his v-line while peering down to see his chest and stomach. You let out a low whistle, clearly impressed by what you were seeing, “damn your physique is good. I didn’t know you worked out, Abba!” Please kill him now before the embarrassment does first. Again, if your minds had not been swapped then he would be relishing in your praise but it was incredibly hard, and annoying.

- “Stop that, damn it!” He yelled at you, his shame worsening when he realised that his tone didn’t come off nearly as scary as it did when he was in his own body, in fact you were even laughing a little at him. Well, if you wanted to play it like that... Abbachio moved his hands to have one placed on your body’s backside and another on your breast, his anger momentarily diminishing when he squeezed both. Fuck they were soft—

- “Oh hell no!” You cried, now as equally as bashful as Abbachio was. Sure you got a little bit too curious but you weren’t touching his body up! With a huff, you mimicked his move to the extent that you placed both hands on his ass, suddenly pausing when you came into contact with it. “SIR, wHERE IS YOUR ASS?”

Pannacotta Fugo

- He’s fucking dying on the inside; he can’t do this. Someone please take him out of his misery because he can not handle being in the body of the girl he was  super into.

- Fugo  in all honesty didn’t try anything funny while in your body but the shame of it was too much. On one hand, he was grateful that it gave him a chance to admire the cute little imperfections you had such a scars and small spots on your arms that he hadn’t notice from his usual distance from you, while on the other he was afraid to be stuck like this forever.

- When he finally found you, the idea of you also looking over his body, as he had done with your’s to a respectable extent, flustered him greatly and he struggled to get any words out at first, “we should, uh, really find that enemy stand user. ahem.”

- “Yeah! You’re super cute and all, Panni, but I really want to be back in my own body, it’s more comfortable for me! Plus, your fashion style isn’t really my go to.” You laughed softly at your last comment, taking hold of Fugo’s hand to guide the two of you into a rough guess of a direction to where the enemy stand user could be. Meanwhile, the ‘cute’ comment replayed a thousand times like a broken record in Fugo’s mind, both a faint blush and smile taking over him as he nodded and followed your lead.

- When Mista or Narancia asked him afterwards if he had done any ‘research’ while in your body, he threatened to kill them both as he tried to stab both with cutlery. During that, you were covering your face and internally screaming at the idea of Fugo seeing the more private side of you, especially when you would rather show him on your own accord.

Narancia Ghirga

- Since the situation was a lot less life threatening than the Chariot Requiem one, Narancia was a lot more comedical about it. Sticking his temporary body’s hip out, he placed a hand upon it while another weaved it’s fingers through the hair that could only be called your’s. Narancia batted his eyes exaggeratedly while placing on a high pitch voice, poorly impersonating you.

- “Ooh, Mr Narancia! Please, take me!” He mockingly begged, strutting towards you that in a fashion that made you want to burst out laughing and shrivel up in shame since it was your body that was looking absolutely ridiculous. Wrapping his arms around your neck, it allowed you to notice the height difference that he had to see on a day to day basis but that was hardly a main thought when he started to rub his cheek against your’s. “You’re just so studly and handsome, my body just needs your touch!”

- After a pregnant pause, the two of you erupted into laughter, wheezing and coughing as though you were being choked out. If the stand who had done this to you both wanted you dead, then it was certainly working seeing as you were both soon to die of laughter. Wiping a tear away, your giggles died out and you gently whacked Narancia over the head, which would have been a regret for future you if it was any tougher. “You’re so silly, Narancia, we should be looking for the stand user not messing about!”

- “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he whined, still having to force a few laughs down. “I think my impression of you was pretty good though, right?” He jokingly winked at you only for his expression to falter to surprise when you sent a more flirtatious one back, stroking his cheek faintly while you walked past him to start your search.

- “Oh, it was brilliant, you know what I want so well!~”

Guido Mista

- His actions were incredibly similar to when he realised that he was in Trish’s body, when he instinctively placed his gun into where the front of his pants would be only to realise that it didn’t rest upon his crotch just quite the same.

- After frantically groping at the soft breasts he had seemingly grown and complaining that he was missing the best part of himself, Mista noticed that his own face was looking at him distraught and embarrassed. “Mista... You’re in my body. [F/N]’s.”

- Mista apologised quickly once you said that, now understanding the situation. You both had swapped bodies! How could he have not noticed? Especially when it was your body, something which he had discreetly checked out a few times before, since well c’mon. You were like a goddess. 

Speaking of, Mista was sure this was actually a Heaven of some sorts since he had full control over what he did with your body, which was kind of exciting! At least, it would be if you weren’t there to judge his movements. 

- “Ugh, Mista you stink,” you complained, raising an arm to your nose to take a whiff only to gag instinctively at the scent that violated your senses. Seriously, who wears a cashmere sweater with a wool hat in Italy? The amount he sweats must be ungodly! The hat was seriously starting to get itchy too, leaving you no choice but to take it off dramatically with a cry from Mista.

- “Hey, I’m not that bad!” The gunslinger argued, snatching the hat from your grasp so he could reach up and force it back onto his hair, hiding the thick curls that had momentarily escaped from their woollen captivity. Scoffing, you turned your nose up and looked to the side, refusing to look at him, “it is and you know it. If we’re stuck like this all day then I’m seriously going to have a shower for you.”

- Mista smirked at that. It was a weird look to see on yourself but it still made you fluster at your own words and his overactive imagination. “Oh? I mean, if you wanted to see my body that bad then you could just ask, babe. I wouldn’t mind showing you,” he cooed, snickering when you shoved his face away with a ‘shut up!’

Giorno Giovana 

- Giorno was massively taken back when the situation the both of you were in were clear. He was in your body and you in his. This stand ability ... seemed so incredibly useless. Granted, it left the two of your flabbergasted and frantic for a while but in the end you both adjusted pretty well to the change and were read to take down the stand user.

- You were a little curious though, reaching up to play with the buns in Giorno’s hair and stroking a finger over the lady bugs on his attire. Not to mention is ‘boob window’ as you jokingly called it, much to his dismay. “You’re pretty brave to wear something like this, Giorno,” you told him, glancing into a nearby shop window to look yourself over, even secretly admiring the blond’s good looks. How could he look so good and not even act like a primadonna? “Plus, you make it look good.”

- Giorno hummed in response, arms wrapped over his chest as he stood a feet or two away from you while still being able to side glance the window to see his own reflection. He was certainly flattered by your praise and could easily repay it tenfold seeing as he thought you were stunning both physically and as a person, yet his mind was too focused on finding the enemy. “Mh, grazi, you could make it look good too,” he murmured, not really thinking too hard over his words since he didn’t think it was the time.

- “I would?” You choked out, wheezing a little at what he had said. Wearing an outfit like his in your actual body would give you a very ‘out there’ look, one you’re not sure you could even wear in public. “I mean, I’m glad you think so but I didn’t take you the type to say something so bold so suddenly, Giorno...!”

- That pulled him from his thoughts. “Hm? What do you mean, I just meant you could look good in anything, I mean,” he then made a gesture to the reflection in the window, smiling softly, “I’m not blind, I stand by what I meant.”

- Gulping, you nodded slowly, averting your eyes from his since you were certain he would be able to notice a blush on his own face. “Oh I see, it’s just I thought you meant you wanted me to have the boob window look too,” you laughed, nervously scratching your cheek. 

- “Oh, no, no! I didn’t mean- Well, I’m not saying it’d be a bad look on you but I just meant-” Giorno, a typically well composed person, was stuttering like crazy, unable to even look at you much like you. Really, the both of you were messes.

- “It’s fine, it’s fine. Let’s just get going, yeah?” You reassured, placing a hand onto Giorno’s or uh, your’s shoulder. Nodding, he smiled and agreed, “we should before the user escapes, and you know if I’m right, they must be somewhere around...”

Trish Una

- Trish was just as shocked as you were when she realised what was going on! You both had a screaming session until one of you calmed down, taming the other’s screams until the two of you caught your breathes. 

- “How -?! Did that guy from earlier do this?!” Trish panicked, looking up at your desperately with your own eyes, which was little off putting at first since it was so weird but you looked past it and shrugged. “I mean, that’s the only thing that makes sense, right? Right now we should really be looking for him to swap back.”

- “Yeah, you’re right,” she nodded before immediately marching off to find the stand user, you quickly catching up to her and walking along side her. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Trish spoke up suddenly, your head turning to the side to realise that her hands were moving up and down your hips while her eyes were glued onto your body. 

- “Woah [F/N], you look great! I mean, your hips are so nice and you work these clothes so well!” Her praise made you chuckle a little, the flattery warming your heart. Looking down at yourself, you already knew Trish looked amazing so repaying the compliment was no feat. 

- “Thanks hon, you’re beautiful yourself, y’know? I mean, you’re so slender and pretty after all.” Trish blushed at your words, gently slapping your arm while giggling like a teenage school girl. “Oh stop, I don’t need you to be nice back, I just wanted to tell you what’s been on my mind for ages now!”

- “Is that so?” You asked, surprised that Trish thought so highly of you and even thinking that you were hearing things for a second. Honestly, you were pretty sure you were going to go have a heart attack from how quick your heart was beating - to be praised by someone so pretty, sweet and loveable was something you couldn’t fathom yet it was still happening. “Well I’ve always thought you were pretty anyways, not to forget amazingly kind and badass for sticking through all of this!”

- From there, the two of you spent the rest of your search praising each other and by the time you found the stand user, your bond had grown strong enough to land an amazingly co-ordinated attack, to which you both returned to praising each other over.

- Once you met up with the rest of the Bucci gang, the rest of the boys were pretty much ignored for the day as the two of you either held hands or linked arms together while chatting about similar interests and making plans to one day go shopping or to a cafe together once everything was over. Narancia was allowed to join in every now and then though, to which Mista complained over. 

[moody-blues-requiem]

Is it okay to request an NSFW au where Bruno is stuck in Diavolo's body instead of dying, and he and his s/o make love afterwards to celebrate him living despite the circumstances?

This has some end of part 5 spoilers but also gets really canon-divergent, and also starts angsty (me, writing angst??? what??????) but gets all soft and sweet. I hope you enjoy!!

n/s/f/w under the cut!

It’s going to take some time to get used to it all. 

Bruno was dying, you knew something was wrong but you didn’t figure out just how serious things were until you reached Rome. Knowing you were going to have to give up your last minutes with Bruno to fight the boss instead was devastating, but you held back your tears. Now wasn’t the time to cry. You blink and there he is, the man behind it all, Diavolo. You blink again, and you’re sleepy, the adrenaline is pumping through your veins like fire but something pulls you under and you black out. You come to, eventually, and Giorno is impaled upon a row of iron spikes, except it’s apparently Narancia? And Narancia who is apparently Giorno isrushing to his side. His quick movements are able to get him down and close the wounds, but he needs a real medic, badly. The boss appears to be working with you now, except that’s not the boss, that’s Bruno in his body. 

Giorno-in-Narancia’s-body figures out that Diavolo is hiding in Bruno’s body. He grabs the stand arrow, tears streaming from his cheeks, and strikes the body of his friend down. 

The next few minutes are an absolute blur. Everything was suddenly very, very bright, blindingly so. Lying on the ground with your eyes squeezed shut, you felt like you were being tossed around on stormy ocean waves. It lasted forever and it lasted only an instant. But eventually, your eyes opened, back in your own body. Your teammates were starting to stir themselves, Mista looking just as sick as you felt. Narancia remained on the ground, but upon carefully reaching out to his wrist, his pulse was still there. 

Giorno was kneeling on the ground in front of where Bruno’s body once was. On his left was a golden figure, a twisted, nightmarish reimagining of his stand, and on his left, was Diavolo. You nearly screamed for him to watch out as you saw Diavolo begin to move, but the man only put his hand on Giorno’s shoulder. It was still Bruno. 

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Time passed, as it tends to do. Narancia and Abbacchio got to share a hospital room while they recovered from their wounds. Trish promised to stay in touch, but “would rather die than deal with gang shit ever again”. Giorno ascended to Passione’s metaphorical throne, and got a spiffy new outfit. And Bruno learned to deal with his new body. 

He never let the gang see, but being trapped in Diavolo’s body broke something inside of Bruno, at least for a while. He stopped sleeping, barely ate, and avoided mirrors at all costs. You cut his hair to match his old style, even offered to dye it for him, but he said he didn’t want to mess with the chemicals. Sometimes at night you’d wake up to him crying in the dark bathroom. But one day, the tears stopped. “I’m done mourning this,” Bruno said to you one morning, as you handed him a cup of coffee. The sun had yet to rise as you two sat outside under the purple sky. “This isn’t Diavolo’s body, this isn’t my ‘new’ self. It’s me.”

You held him until the sun rose, carding your fingers through his silky hair. His hand rested on your thigh, brushing little patterns into your skin with the pad of his thumb, the way he always did. 

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Even with Bruno accepting his new body, it took a while before he was confident enough for the bedroom again. He got used to his new junk like he got used to the rest of his new body, but he figured at some point he should probably put it to use. Diavolo-- no, *his* length didn’t hide anything, it was nearly as long flaccid as it was when erect, and it was just a little bit longer and thicker than his old dick was. Surrounded by a well-manicured tuft of pink pubes, Bruno had to admit, he looked pretty appealing. And judging by how he caught you staring, he knew you agreed. 

“Does it, like… feel any different?” you asked, gently palming his erection. 

“It’s still a dick,” he replied. “I think it looks more different than it feels.”

You placed your palm under the shaft, letting it rest in your hand. “I think it might be a liiiiittle heavier? But maybe I’m just nitpicking--”

Before you could finish, Bruno had reached down and unzipped his dick (“Gross, Bruno!” you shouted, jokingly making a face at him), holding it in his hand and pretending to think hard. “I think it’s pretty close to the same.”

“Put that back on!” 

He laughed, reattaching his member. “That didn’t kill the mood too much, did it?”

“A little.” You looked down, and back up, putting on your best doe eyes and batting your eyelashes. “But I think you can make it up to me, signore.” 

You two teased one another like you had before, sharp banter laced with witty innuendos and Bruno’s signature brand of weirdness that was also somehow incredibly sexy. But when it came down to it, the moment of him lining up at your entrance, ready to push into your dripping core, he hesitated. It was almost an out-of-body experience, things felt… off. 

“Bruno?” you asked. “Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah,” he said, but his voice sounded distant. 

“We don’t have to keep going if--”

“No! No, I mean,” he stammered over his words, leaning his head down against your chest, pink hair tickling your bare skin. “It sounds silly, we’ve had sex lots before, but. I’m nervous.”

Bringing a hand up to rub gently over his back, you smiled softly. “It’s like first-time jitters all over again, huh?” Bruno nodded against your chest. “Maybe, I dunno, maybe Diavolo was a virgin--”

“Babe,” Bruno said, suddenly serious, green eyes looking up at you. “The man dressed like the head of a whorehouse instead of a mafia. He definitely wasn’t a virgin.” 

The two of you dissolved into giggles, and you pulled Bruno into a tight, loving hug. The sound of slow but passionate kissing filled the air, your lips meeting your lovers’. Bruno broke the semi-silence first. “I want to keep going, if you do.”

“I do,” you replied. “How about we switch, and I top tonight?”

“I think I’d like that,” Bruno nodded, slightly breathless from the kiss. “Very much.”

Rolling around on the bed to switch places, you settled your legs on either side of Bruno’s waist, his tall erection still standing upright and already brushing against your wet folds. You rubbed over him a few times, teasing his shaft and letting him feel just how badly you wanted him, before lining up his tip with your entrance and slowly, slowly sinking your hips down. Bruno bit his lip, watching his cock disappear inside of you, nodding to tell you he was ready for more. When you finally reached the base he threw his head back in a lust-fueled moan; the voice was slightly different from the old one, but the cadence and how he looked back up at you, love and passion burning in his eyes, biting his lip, was all so very, very Bruno. 

You worked up a slow but steady pace, bouncing on his lap, savoring the way he filled you up perfectly. Your hands gripped his hips like handles, nails slightly digging into his pale skin. Bruno always made the most beautiful noises in the bedroom, even with a slightly different voice his moans sounded like heaven. “Oh, oh, yes, amore!” he would cry out between gasps, snapping his hips up into you. “M-more! Please, god, mmmmore…” His hands found your own hips, bouncing you harder. The old Bruno was strong, but this body was stronger. He moved you over his lap with ease, murmuring “I’m close, love, I want to… can I…”

You leaned down, pressing your forehead against his own. “Cum in me, Bruno.”

Bruno slammed you down onto his lap as his hips bucked up and he came, releasing ropes of hot cum inside you. Your own orgasm hit from the overwhelming pleasure of it all, getting to be with your boyfriend once again and listening to every grunt and groan he made as he emptied his balls in you. Your walls contracted around him, making Bruno’s vision momentarily white out as a hard wave of aftershocks hit his whole system, pushing him directly through a second orgasm. 

When he finally pulled out, a line of thick cum followed, slowly running down your thigh, before being pushed back into place by Bruno’s deft fingers. You collapsed, laying down beside your boyfriend and pulling him into your arms. He leaned up for a quick kiss before resting his head on your chest, contentedly listening to your heart thrum as you came down from all the excitement. 

No matter the time, place, circumstances, or even what body his soul rested in, nothing felt more comfortable than being held sweetly and safely by his love. 

[blitzturtles]

Title: It Starts Like This, Ch. 2/?

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind

Pairing(s): BruAbba, Platonic Bucci Gang

Summary: “Giorno can’t fix this.”

Abbacchio’s breath hitches. “What?”

Notes: Turns out being dead has a bit of a long term effect. Who would have thought?

This fic got away from me, so I'm breaking it down by character interaction (sort of). This is Fugo & Abbacchio's part of this very Bucci-centric fic.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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Content warning for Abbacchio being Abbacchio. There's a bit of self-deprecation. Mentions and discussions of death, mostly centered around Paolo Bucciarati, and how his death weighs on Bruno.

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“He’s never had these before,” Fugo says with a detached tone.

“I know,” Abbacchio replies in a near whisper. He brushes his fingers through Bruno’s hair; the motion earns him a small hum, but Bruno doesn’t open his eyes.

“Which means…” Fugo’s words trail off. He has a few dozen thoughts going through his head all at once.

“Yeah, probably,” Abbacchio sighs and reaches up to free his own hair. He doesn’t plan to leave this room for the next few hours at least.

“It could be permanent,” Fugo adds, thinking aloud more than conversing.

Abbacchio tries to stamp down his irritation. This isn’t Fugo’s fault, and the kid is only trying to work through everything that’s happening. Abbacchio can’t blame him for that. He’s already replaying every moment of his and Bruno’s interactions in his head. Thinks about setting Moody loose on a few incidents that he had written off before. He needs to see them again. To evaluate with clear eyes. How long had Bruno been suffering? How could he have missed this? He knows the answer already, but acknowledging it only makes him feel worse. Denial has clearly been at play, and his partner is the one to have suffered the consequences.

“Giorno can’t fix this.”

Abbacchio’s breath hitches. “What?”

“Messing around in Bruno’s head is too dangerous. He- it could-” Fugo fusses with his tie, brushes off something imaginary.

“Shut up, and get in bed,” Abbacchio can’t handle this right now. He’s only managed this far because he felt like he had to. Feels like he owes Bucciarati that much.

Fugo startles out of his own thoughts. His brows furrow together.

“You want to stay close to him,” Abbacchio says, like it’s obvious. It is, but Fugo doesn’t know if that explains the suggestion.

Sensing the hesitation, Abbacchio sighs, “Look, it’s only fucking weird if you make it.”

No, it’s definitely still weird, but Fugo carefully climbs on the edge anyway. They haven’t done this since they were both teenagers (never mind that Fugo is one, still). Fugo used to wake up from nightmares, screaming and too terrified to go back to sleep. But it had only been the two of them back then, and definitely not with Bruno’s partner right there.

Abbacchio snorts in amusement but climbs under the blankets on the other side of Bruno. He’s beginning to feel that post-adrenaline rush exhaustion creep in, and he’s not about to be jealous of Fugo wanting physical reassurance. None of them had needed the reminder that Bruno had died. Had been without a pulse and most of his blood supply for long enough that he might have seizures for the rest of his life.

He wants to laugh at the thought. How cruel. The one person on the team that deserves, more than anyone else, to be able to live his life in peace, and now he has a permanent reminder of the events that led to his death and his near second death. Fantastic.

Moody breaks him out of his thoughts with a click and a whine. Stick Fingers must have been pulled back to Bruno when he settled into a deeper, more restful sleep. Or maybe they feel satisfied that their user will be cared for now. He recalls his own stand for the time being.

To Abbacchio’s surprise, it’s Fugo that falls asleep first. He presses closer to Bruno in his unconscious state. Less inhibited. The problem with that level of intelligence is the tendency to overthink. Doesn’t help that he knows the kid has plenty of reason to be apprehensive about physical contact, though Abbacchio is relatively certain that it’s his own presence that makes Fugo uneasy.

He watches them for a while. They look peaceful, though the kid looks like he could use a blanket of his own. Abbacchio eventually rolls off the bed to dig through the nearby dresser. He finds the extra throw that Bruno keeps and tosses it over Fugo before he gets back into bed.

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“Abbacchio,” his name comes out as a hiss, but Abbacchio can’t tell where it’s coming from. “Abbacchio!” He hears again, but he can’t find who the voice belongs to. He turns his head, gets a surprising smack to the face that jolts him upright.

It takes him a moment to clear the confusion, but his attention is quickly drawn down to his right by an odd, strained sound. Something forced out of the back of someone’s throat, and he instantly identifies it as Bruno. Fugo is already trying to roll him on his side.

“How long?” Abbacchio asks, reaching out to help. Bruno isn’t moving much, other than the hand he managed to get Abbacchio with.

“A few seconds,” Fugo says with a strained sound to his voice.

“Good, that’s good,” Abbacchio isn’t sure who he’s trying to convince. “Bruno?” He asks and is startled when Bruno turns his head in his direction. It has to be a fluke. “You with us?”

“Mm.”

“Huh, that’s-” Weird. “Can you tell us where you are?”

“M’hm.”

Abbacchio waits a moment, but nothing comes after that. Bruno’s eyes trail away. “Bruno.” The same unfocused gaze returns again.

“That’s good… right?” Fugo asks with a frown, uncertainty at the edge of his voice. Like he knows that he’s probably lying to himself.

“No idea, my training didn’t include this,” he tries a few more times to get Bruno to talk to him, but he doesn’t get more than quiet hums and half-mumbled words. There’s a few attempts that get nothing at all, but Bruno finally-- finally-- blinks at him. Slow and sluggish. Abbacchio has to resist the urge to pull him close to his chest. Instead, he talks to him quietly and gets Fugo to turn off the lights that he had forgotten about.

“‘m sorry,” Bruno mumbles with his eyes closed. He presses his face against the pillows, and he looks so exhausted. It’s killing Abbacchio to watch him.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Abbacchio reassures. He risks running his fingers through Bruno’s hair after several moments have passed. “Fugo’s here,” he adds, more as courtesy than anything.

“Oh,” Bruno answers. He gives an aborted nod, but Abbacchio isn’t sure how much he’s actually processing.

“I can go,” Fugo offers, already starting off the bed.

“Panna,” Bruno reaches blindly behind himself for Fugo.

The nickname freezes the teenager in place long enough for Bruno to get his fingers into one of the holes of Fugo’s suit. He hums and closes his eyes.

For several minutes, no one moves. Fugo isn’t particularly comfortable where he is, more on the edge of the bed than actually on the mattress, but he doesn’t want to disturb Bruno. Abbacchio counts each of Bruno’s breaths like that might be of some use to them.

“Love,” Bruno speaks up again. He looks frustrated, and the way he presses his lips into a thin line tells Abbacchio that he’s struggling to put his thoughts together. He makes a vague motion with his hand, but it doesn’t exactly convey whatever he’s going for.

“We love you, too,” Abbacchio says, because he knows Bruno. He notes the way Fugo looks like he’s been kicked in the chest. All this time later, and he can’t accept that Bruno’s affection is undying and unconditional. Abbacchio gets that, actually.

“C’mon Fugo, get comfortable. Tomorrow’s going to be a hell of a day,” he isn’t about to let this continue without getting a professional involved. If they can’t use Giorno’s stand, then they’ll find someone that can help. Bruno’s not the first person in the world to have seizures. There’s research and medication for this.

Fugo does as he’s told, pulling the blanket that Abbacchio got for him tight around his shoulders. He barely seems to register that it exists, but he’s going to hide himself in it anyways.

Neither of them fall asleep nearly as quickly as Bruno, but it happens eventually.

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The next time Abbacchio awakes, it’s to find the bed half covered in books and various scraps of paper littered about.

“Complex partial seizure,” Fugo says before Abbacchio has sorted out what time of day it is.

“What?”

“Bruno had a complex partial seizure. Apparently seizures don’t always affect awareness,” Fugo explains as he vaguely gestures to one of the books that’s open to a page with a black and white picture of a brain on it. He’s sitting criss-cross on the other side of Bruno with his brows apparently stuck together in a look of deep thought. “Though obviously his did, but he maintained some level of consciousness. That’s what makes it a complex partial seizure. I think-” Fugo frowns as he flips through the pages, “I only managed to get these an hour ago, and I was more invested in the information about the grand mal seizure.”

Abbacchio groans and tries to clear the sleep by rubbing his eyes. When that doesn’t work, he scrubs his hands over his face. “Where did you get those?”

Fugo raises an eyebrow.

Abbacchio sighs and makes an aborted gesture with his hand, “Never mind. So, a-” he squints, “What did you say?”

“A complex partial seizure.”

“Right,” Abbacchio needs caffeine before he can digest any of this, “Is that… better or worse?”

“Well, they’re all dangerous,” Fugo chews on his bottom lip as he turns the question over in his mind. He looks like he’s considering his answer at a level that Abbacchio isn’t ready for this early.

Instead, he focuses on Bruno. Makes sure he’s breathing first and foremost, which he is. He looks over the zipper Sticky Fingers’ had placed and feels a bit queasy at the size of it. That isn’t the most reassuring thing he’s seen in recent history, but surely Giorno can heal that without possibly screwing up Bruno’s brain.

“I’m going to go grab a cup of coffee, and you’re going to run all that by me again. After I drink my coffee,” he moves to stand, stretching as he goes. He’s still in his undershirt and pants, which isn’t comfortable, but he can’t bring himself to care. “Want any?”

“Please.”

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By the time he gets back to Bruno’s-- really both of their-- bedroom, Bruno is awake and talking quietly with Fugo. He looks surprisingly good for a man that’s had two seizures in less than twenty-four hours. More alert than Abbacchio thought to expect.

Bruno has one of Abbacchio’s shirts on. Fugo must have gotten it for him. Probably hadn’t realized it wasn’t Bruno’s until it was hanging off of him. His hair is still down, loose. It hangs in his face every time he moves a certain way. The only tale of the wear on his body is the obvious bags under his eyes. His shoulders are slumped, too, but he talks to Fugo as if nothing ever happened.

Abbacchio passes one of the cups of coffee to Fugo, who takes it gratefully. He turns his attention back to Bruno, “I didn’t think you’d be awake. Do you want some tea?” Of the non-caffeinated variety. He doesn’t specify, but Bruno drinks tea more for the motions than the energy boost. It soothes his nerves when he’s antsy or aggravated.

“I’m alright, thank you,” Bruno offers him a small smile. A gentle reassurance that he’s alright.

Abbacchio doesn’t buy it, but the smile does settle something in him.

The conversation resumes after that. It’s not about the seizures, surprisingly. With the way Fugo is trying to rip through the information, he half expected that Fugo wouldn’t be able to help infodumping everything he’s learned. Bruno would-- under ordinary circumstances-- happily oblige him by listening. Abbacchio isn’t sure if it’s for Bruno’s sake or Fugo’s that the teenager refrains.

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Eventually, Fugo dismisses himself and Bruno gets dressed. Abbacchio wants to say something, but the words won’t come together. They stay in a heavy silence; one that threatens to smother the oxygen from their lungs. There’s a familiar ache between Abbacchio’s ribs that he dismisses in favor of keeping his focus on Bruno.

They aren’t avoiding each other. Both want nothing more to touch. A reassurance for one; an attempt to cement for the other.

They aren’t avoiding each other; they’re avoiding the truth.

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“Giorno!” Abbacchio barks the kid’s name a little rougher than he intended to.

Giorno looks up instantly, eyes widening slightly, then more significantly when he sees Bruno following after Abbacchio.

“Bucciarati!” The Pistols cry in unison, taking the name right from Mista’s own mouth.

“Oh man, you scared us,” Narancia says before he can think better of it.

Abbacchio shoots him a dirty look, but Bruno pats him on the shoulder. “It’s alright. I’m sure I gave everyone quite the scare.”

“Man, that’s the understatement of the year, but we’re glad to see you’re okay,” Mista answers brightly.

Abbacchio can see the shadow that hangs over all of them, despite their best attempts to pretend everything is okay. At least they’re trying. His attention turns back to Giorno, “Bruno’s got a cut he has sealed off with a zipper,” that’s as much of an explanation as he’s offering, even though it’s something Giorno already knows.

Giorno nods anyway. He gets up from his seat and moves to pull out Bruno’s usual chair. “If you have a seat, I can get a better look.”

“Of course, thank you,” Bruno slides in easily and reaches his hands up to help part some of his hair. It’s substantially thicker without his usual braid. The zipper is largely obscured, but, between he and Giorno, they manage to part it in a way that keeps the majority of the strands out of the wound once Sticky Fingers releases the zipper.

Narancia whistles when he leans in for a look, “Jeez.”

Abbacchio’s inclined to agree, but he knows that wounds to the scalp can be superficial, both in depth and in how they can sometimes appear more severe than they are. He hopes that’s the case here. Bruno doesn’t need a concussion on top of the apparent brain injury they were all oblivious to.

Gold Experience gets to work quickly, closes the wound within seconds. The only sign of Bruno’s pain is the way he grinds his teeth together, but he holds perfectly still until Giorno is finished.

“There, that should be it. I didn’t feel any new bleeding underneath either,” Giorno explains.

“Thank you, Giorno,” Bruno smiles up at him fondly.

Giorno ducks his head and makes his way back to his seat with a quiet, ‘you’re welcome’.

The rest of breakfast passes in something of a blur. Trish makes her way downstairs and expresses her own relief to find Bruno sitting with everyone else, awake and alert. They all find themselves glancing his way every now and then, but the morning passes by without event.

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It’s after everyone else has dispersed that Abbacchio finds himself sitting next to Bruno and unsure of how to proceed. They need to get Bruno to a doctor, but the man is notoriously impossible when it comes to treating his own wounds. Before Giorno, if Bruno couldn’t put a zipper on it… well, he would try anyway, and he would have died a few times over if not for someone (Abbacchio) else’s intervention. He suspects that Bruno was mildly better as a teenager, if only because he had to make sure that someone took care of Fugo. He thinks it went downhill when Fugo’s own stray ended up joining Passione. The kid wouldn’t be alone, then.

He sighs and turns to his partner, “You- we should go to the hospital.”

To his surprise, the response he gets is a soft, “I know.”

He peaks over at Bruno, sees the way his shoulders are sloped in defeat. No, fuck. Abbacchio feels sick, because that’s not defeat. That’s fear and devastation in those beautiful blue eyes.

Abbacchio reaches to brush his fingers through the longest parts of Bruno’s hair. The pieces he typically keeps braided. “It’ll be okay.”

“Logically, I know that,” Bruno says. Quiet, staring forward. He won’t look at Abbacchio. “But, logically, there’s always the possibility that it won’t be.”

Abbacchio tries to keep his own emotions in check, but he remembers seeing Bruno on the floor of that damn colosseum, more dead than alive. And he remembers hearing Giorno tell them about the extent of Bruno’s injuries at the church. The ones that had actually killed him.

“I’m not afraid of… the worst case scenario.”

“I know,” and Abbacchio does know that. If death were a deterring factor, Bruno wouldn’t be where he is now. “But you can’t run away from us.”

Bruno makes a noise in the back of his throat, confirming what Abbacchio already knows. Bruno isn’t afraid of the possibility of this being more than seizures or brain damage or epilepsy. He’s not afraid of death. He’s afraid of taking them all with him on a road he’s already been down. His own father never recovered from the devastation wrought on his body. Every one of the five years he lived after had been filled with pain for a man that wished nothing more than to shield his only child from the truth. As if Bruno weren’t knocking on Passione’s door and doing everything the fuckers asked him, no matter the consequences to himself.

The dying don’t go quietly.

Abbacchio reaches for Bruno’s hand. He tangles their fingers together. “If-- and I mean if-- it’s something like that, then we take the risk of Giorno fucking up your memories or personality or whatever. Maybe you’ll be a little weirder,” he gets a huff there that he delights in. A small success. “But I think we can all live with that, if it means you being with us.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Bruno says after a minute or so of gathering his thoughts and putting his emotions back in order.

“Has to happen sometimes.”

Bruno laughs again, but he shoots Abbacchio a glare for self-deprecation.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Lecture me later,” Abbacchio squeezes Bruno’s hand. “C’mon. Let’s go get ready.”

Once they’re on their feet, Bruno follows behind him, looking more like a lost puppy than his usual self. It only strengthens Abbacchio’s resolve to be the stronger partner for a change.

[mst3kproject]

Hot Car Girl

This film should not be confused with Hot Rod Girl, which I already reviewed (and which was also bad), Hot Car Girl boasts not only a desperately uninspired title, but June Kenney from Earth vs the Spider, Bruno VeSoto from Daddy-O, and Tyler McVey from Night of the Blood Beast.  It was produced by the Corman brothers and directed by Bernard L. Kowalski, who brought us both Blood Beast and Attack of the Giant Leeches.  If you decide to search for the movie online, be sure you’ve got all your anti-porn filters on.

After a night with her boyfriend gets a little too romantic, Peggy Dale suffers some serious misgivings about her reputation and her future… but little does she know she has bigger problems coming.  As a friend reveals to her, Peg’s boyfriend Duke and his pal Freddy make their living as car thieves.  Peggy tries to talk Duke into going straight for her sake, but he will have none of it, not even when his life of crime culminates in a murder!  Feeling that no other man will want her now that she’s no longer a virgin, Peggy is forced to flee with him as the police close in.

Duke and Freddy’s fence appears to be the same junkyard owner from The Choppers, and sure enough, when I looked it up… they’re both Bruno VeSoto.  God damn it, the movies are all coming together again.

I’m gonna have a hard time coming up with anything to say about Hot Car Girl that I haven’t said about another movie before.  It’s a pretty nondescript Young Folks In Trouble film that stands out from the pack only by being unusually upfront about Duke and Peggy’s premarital sex. Like so many other such movies it’s dull and talky and mostly avoids any of the excitement or drama we might hope for from a film about cars and crime.  Shots are either over- or under-lit, the actors look ten years older than the characters they’re playing, and the film can’t decide who its main character is.

The title Hot Car Girl suggests that the movie will be mostly about Peggy.  So, for that matter, do the opening credits, which are semi-animated in the style of Night of the Blood Beast and depict exciting things like car races and women screaming, which don’t happen nearly often enough in the actual movie.  Peggy’s terrified face features prominently here, but... by now, of course, you guys have guessed what I’m going to say next: in spite of this introduction, Peggy doesn’t do much in the film at all.

We first meet her when Duke brings her to a bar where the young folks hang out.  There he gets her drunk, takes her home, and sleeps with her, which the movie treats as a very ordinary situation and not at all a mass of skeevy consent issues. In the morning, Peggy worries that she’s ruined herself in Duke’s eyes as well as everybody else’s, telling Freddy’s girlfriend Mickie that she’s afraid Duke will think she’s ‘cheap’. Mickie assures her that he will think no such thing and as it turns out, he doesn’t, which is what leads Peggy to think she’s stuck with him and nobody else will want her.

This much of the movie is fine, and we expect to move on to Peggy learning about Duke’s life of crime… but then I guess the story realizes it’s asking its audience to identify with a girl who has a very gender-specific problem, and switches rails to be about Duke instead. We don’t even see the moment when Peggy finds out about his criminal activities and realizes what it means for her.  All we get is her telling Duke later that Mickie told her.  The rest of the story is presented through Duke, with Peggy largely standing around either weeping or nagging at him.  Her worries about her chastity never come up again. I assume that’s why she sticks with Duke when things get dicey, but the movie just seems to forget about it.

Other characters talk a lot about how Peggy is a ‘good girl’.  She’s described as such by Duke, who sounds as if he’s set a challenge for himself to corrupt her, and Freddy’s girlfriend Mickie complains that Peggy is ‘so square, she’s a cube!’  (This is mathematically correct: a cube is, in fact, a square squared.)  Peggy does seem naïve, but she never actually objects to all the drinking and drag racing and sex that goes on, and makes only a token protest about the crime before just deciding that this must be her life now.  Duke repeatedly says he should never have gotten mixed up with a girl like her, but the impression is more that he’s tired of her complaining about his lifestyle than that he’s ashamed of having gotten her in trouble.

That might make it sound that Duke is far more in love with the idea of bringing the bourgeoise down to his level than he is with Peggy herself – but in spite of it all they have a surprisingly functional relationship.  The two of them clearly enjoy each other’s company and Duke never once slaps her even when they argue, which is admirable for a movie from the 50’s.  They actually talk about their problems and Duke never blames her for his actions, even when he could almost justify doing so. Probably the height of Peggy’s naivete is when she suggests they just talk to Janice, the girl involved in a car accident Duke caused, and hope she will understand that they meant no harm and don’t want to get in trouble. Instead, Janice sensibly threatens to go to the police, and Duke feels he must kill her to keep her quiet.  He could have blamed Peggy for putting him in that situation, but he didn’t.

In the end, Duke says he’d rather commit suicide than turn himself in to the cops, and for all intents and purposes he does exactly that.  By this point he seems to have realized that the reason he should never have gotten involved with Peggy was for her sake, not his, as he leaves a note to say she was not involved in any of his crimes.  Peggy, however, has no character arc at all.  The end of the film leaves her traumatized but not really having learned anything. Duke actually has to order her to leave him behind, as she is apparently incapable of taking any initiative herself. She is in this story to be its helpless victim, and like Jane from Teenage Crime Wave, it’s very hard to feel any sympathy for her because of it.  At the end she can only throw herself on the mercy of the police.

This is not reassuring because throughout the movie the police have been horrible to everybody.  Duke describes how he was beaten into confessing the last time he was arrested, which is why he refuses to turn himself in now.  Hot Car Girl insists on telling most of its plot points, but actually shows us the cops being dicks.  Janice is arrested after her car accident and she is absolutely distraught, but the detective interrogating her still shouts at and threatens her.  The same man later tells Peggy that brutality like what Duke experienced never solves anything, but it sounds pretty hollow coming from him.

Hot Car Girl is actually pretty ambiguous about the police.  They are certainly the villains in Duke’s story and aren’t very nice people in Janice’s, but they seem to be Peggy’s saving angels.  The cop who died in the car accident is clearly a tragic figure, but elsewhere they are objects of mockery, as when Duke tricks two officers into locking their keys in the car.  Hot Car Girl shies away from making the police outright villains by having Duke shoot first in the final showdown and with the detective’s apology to Peggy for his colleagues’ brutality, but it certainly doesn’t consider them heroes, and blames them outright for Duke turning out the way he did.  I’m not sure if this is an attempt to say something about cops misusing their authority, or if it’s just a side effect of the story being about a criminal.

Like other ‘teens and cars’ movies of the era, Hot Car Girl is about how Crime Doesn’t Pay, and the movie goes out of its way to show that it means it.  As the story progresses and Duke gets in more and more trouble, the people in his life abandon him one by one.  First Freddy and Mickie cut off all contact with him, then the junkyard owner goes to the police hoping to collect the reward Janice’s father is offering for information on her killer.  Neither of them get away with it.  The junkyard owner finds he has a warrant out for his own arrest, and when Freddy and Mickie turn up to plead Peggy’s case, they find themselves facing charges as well. The movie seems to be saying that the good you do doesn’t cancel out the bad, especially if you do good for bad reasons.

At the end of the movie even Peggy is under arrest, although the detective suggests that Duke’s suicide note will allow her to get away with no more than a slap on the wrist, if that.  Like Teenage Crime Wave again, the movie has refused to allow its ostensible heroine to commit a crime.  We saw Peggy lie to her mother about getting a job so she wouldn’t have to answer awkward questions about where she’s getting all this money from, but she’s only been enjoying the fruits of Duke’s crimes, not participating. Once again, it seems the writers fear we will lose all sympathy for Peggy if she does A Crime, whereas they repeatedly ask us to feel for Duke despite his doing many Crime.  Another double-standard, I guess.

I don’t hate this movie, I’m just sort of mildly annoyed by it.  It’s so much like so many other 50’s troubled teens films, and like them the ending leaves the characters’ lives in ruins and the audience depressed.  Can’t a fifties girl ever escape her criminal boyfriend and be happy after?

[limewrites-archive]

Disguise | Bruno Bucciarati x Leone Abbacchio ( Bruabba )

Warnings: mild NSFW (light smut)

Word count: 1,742

(Also on a03! )

Masquerades, so wondrous, graceful and bewitching. Leone Abbacchio was a hired assassin, to kill one of the last vampire nobles in all of the continent. Bruno Bucciarati was at times merciless when it came to hunting down his prey. The public eye had no idea such creatures exist, though of course there were always the skeptics and believers. His parties or masquerades if you will, were grand and had a very high guest count. Abbacchio knew that there were plenty of humans that would be going but his job was to find out who and where the vampire was going to kill and to end him.

The first order of Leone's business was to sneak into the ballroom. It was easy enough, but the moment he was able to walk freely in plain sight, he was asked to dance by many women. Of course, to not be suspicious, he danced with a few here and there. He knew the moment he saw the masked man, his dark hair was what gave Bruno Bucciarati away; he distinct bob cut and the piercing blue eyes of his.  Abbacchio wore an all-black outfit with a white mask as well as a large hat to hide his lavender hair to its best. The more he danced with the fine women that attended, the more whispers from them afterward spread across the room. 'Who is he?' 'Why is he so mysterious?' 'My god- the way his eyes looked into mine for the moment..' Sure, most was gossip and women were swooning for someone that hadn't even seen their face or had a long conversation with. He wasn't as nearly as wealthy as the women here, but he sure dressed like it. Bruno from across the room was viewing the man that had such an exquisite body. A healthy, strong body that he could sink his teeth into and drain of all life. His mind wandered to how he would get the tall glass of blood into his chambers or how to get him into the garden where he could easily bury his body. The women on his side pouted, realizing that their man of interest wasn't paying any attention to them. They pushed up their corsets, raising their breasts to give Bruno a better view, some touching his arms and thighs, rubbing gently to get any reaction out of him. These ladies were all competing with each other, their fathers or uncles wanted them to marry a man of high class and wealth, they wanted to see who he would choose to be his bride. With the time of life, it's 1842. Bruno had been alive for much more than that, but this day and age, he had to tell lies to everyone. He wasn't interested in women but a man interested in a man was frowned upon. Though he had to woo women, to not be suspected as anything less of the man he was.

Time glided by, Abbacchio was fully aware of the time slipping, the possible window to eliminate Bruno Bucciarati was closing. He didn't have to watch Bruno as much as he thought he would if he had to. The group of girls fanning themselves stuck to his side to where Bruno was just sitting on a chair all night. One of the more grand waltzes played, and he was asked to dance by his most wealthy following women. He nodded, taking her hand as she scuttled in her tiny shoes onto the marble dance floor. There had been a girl that was dancing with Abbacchio the most, resting her head on his shoulder as the two gently swayed. Out of courtesy, Abbacchio asked if she could do the honor of gracing him with her name, but she refused and didn't care for his name either. As the waltz sped up to a new one, she lifted her head and partners were switching around. This continued, and eventually, the assassin got his next partner. The creature he was out to kill.  They danced, but as they were going to switch again, Bruno was set on staying with Abbacchio. Now was the time for both of them to strike. Bruno spoke first, "Enjoying the party? Such a shame you had to spend it with all of the boring women. I must say, Lady Cordelia, is one of the few women I can tolerate. She seemed quite fond of you. She's not one for dancing long or with one dancing partner for so long. What did you think of her?" Abbacchio didn't say much, just sighed. "Cordelia, huh? She didn't give me the honor of knowing her name." Bruno chuckled, "Oh, of course, she didn't. she wanted to see if you would follow her tonight, to see if you were unlike the other noblemen that only go after her looks. She is different the most. She has a brain. A pity, that you couldn't have the chance to eat the food my servants prepared, or to take a look at my prize-winning rose bushes in the garden." Bruno had a half black, half white mask with almost angelic wings on the side, his black and white outfit did have lots of feathers on the shoulder pads. 'Not like he needs all of this...food...roses.. it all dies and rots, he outlives them...'

There was a small smirk that initiated a small laugh, "You know, you may be wondering why on earth I have such things, but I assure you it's well worth a spare moment of your time tonight. Come, get some fresh air." The two exited the ballroom, down to a corridor that Bruno swore wasn't far from the garden. Bruno could hear any new thoughts that Abbacchio had. With the comment Bruno had made, Leone was wary of what he was thinking. The vampire's plan already started. Luring this healthy, young, handsome nobleman into the secluded corridor using a power of his to see how he would kill this man walking behind him.

Bruno's power was to release pheromones, heightening his preys sex drive. Some would call it witchcraft, seducing who he wanted by just releasing just the slightest scent from his body. Vampires have to get willing food somehow, right? Though, it only heightens what's already there. He bit his lip, he wanted to have a bit more fun with this prey more than usual. Leone couldn't see anything, Bruno reassured it was close, apologizing for the long walk across his mansion. At last, he turned, smiled and opened a door for Leone. "A stop through the green room where my fresh tea leaves are from if you don't mind." Leone nodded, following and acting as oblivious as he could in his own mind. His eyes ventured to Bruno's, there was something about his figure that was just right, but he entered through the door. The room was completely dark, and he knew it wasn't the green room as promised. His heart was racing, and Bruno pounced on his 'weak' prey. Bruno couldn't take it anymore, he pushed Leone down on the bed, fast to straddle him and have a strong grip on him. "Sir, I know I'm being forward, but please...let me take off your mask." Abbacchio felt his worries fade, and his pants became tighter. There was no way he would let this happen, but he wanted to melt under Bruno's touch. He shouldn't, but he still granted Bruno permission, and he took off his mask and hat. Bruno did the same, revealing his hungry expression. The smaller, but stronger male leaned to Leone's ear, nibbling gently before whispering. "I know this is taboo, but I thought you looked to be the type of man to be fond of other men. I watched the way Cordelia tried to get your attention, but you only looked out, completely uninterested in her and her figure. I could feel your eyes scan my body, oh how perfect this is." With Bruno being on top, he ground gently against the noticeable bulge in the male's pants." Abbacchio shuddered, his body was wanting, but his mind kept screaming no. Bruno was gentle, despite his hold on Leone, kissing his neck in the best spots, even blessing him with a short make-out session, both hungry. Abbacchio completely forgot what he was supposed to do, until he felt his skin break and teeth sink into him. Abbacchio panicked, and tried sitting up, but couldn't move. "Oh no, love. You're not going anywhere." Bruno sunk his teeth into Abbacchio once more, sucking the blood, draining him. 

It was all blurry, the pain and pleasure caused by the vampire he was set out to kill. He enjoyed it, and his senses were not returning. At least not any time soon. When he woke, he was astonished to not be dead. He was in the same bedroom as he was led into. The sunshine peeking in from the curtains, the masquerade was over. He stood, rushing to the curtain and opening them viciously. Bruno hadn't entirely lied, there was the rose garden, and Bruno watering his white roses. He held a large umbrella, black and white clothing similar to last night, but small spectacles that were very dark. His skin was a greyish pale, unlike his own fleshy pale complexion. The large window was tall, larger than Leone from head to toe. Bruno sensed his gaze and met his eyes with Leone. Leone looked around, this couldn't possibly be real, and it wasn't until then, he realized his human body was completely exposed, and he retreated back to the bed. He looked around for any sign of anything, and on the dresser, there was a sealed letter, next to a neatly folded pile of clothes. He opened it, and read the page. 'Let's keep this between us. I'd enjoy it if you'd come to visit me, Leone Abbacchio. I know you were sent to kill me, but it seems that you couldn't bring yourself to do it. The way your body took control last night, you enjoyed me, too much.' All in the moment blur now came back to him vividly, and his face reddened. 'You could stay with me too, for all eternity. The choice is yours, Leone.'  It was signed with elegant penmanship. Leone set the paper down on the bed, thinking. He would have to think a long time before making a choice.

il finale.

[themuzzleofnemesis]

2-Memory of the Forest; Scene 8

The Muzzle of Nemesis, pages 71-81

Occasionally strange things would happen in this forest.

Any time I lost the path deep in the forest when I was young, I would be able to make my way home simply by walking along picking up acorns that had fallen in such a way as to indicate the path to me. Any time I fell from a tall tree branch, I would sometimes land in a pile of leaves, and so wouldn’t suffer any injuries.

I was able to settle on the idea that all of these were simple coincidences. But even so, on occasion I would almost get the feeling that the forest itself had a will of its own.

--And right now, that “will” was speaking directly to me in my house.

Through the doll from earlier that Mr. Ziz had scooped up.

<--You need to run out of this forest right now>

Rather than being surprised or scared, I asked the doll…or rather, the “will of the forest”, “Why do I need to run?”

<There are people coming here to arrest you.>

If that was true, then these people were undoubtedly the police.

The S.S. Titanis sinking that had occurred six months before—They must have finally caught wind of the fact that I was responsible.

Kandi had said that he would apply pressure on the World Police so that they wouldn’t investigate. I had hoped that maybe that was possible, given he was a higher-up in the Freezis Conglomerate.

But suppressing it completely must have been difficult even for a Freezis.

“But…why are you trying to cover for me?”

Strictly speaking, I didn’t know who the “you” I was speaking to even was. I hadn’t asked, and they hadn’t made any effort to explain.

Even so, I had a hunch that I was talking to the “will of the forest” right then. Perhaps...This was the being that devotees of Held referred to as the “Great Land God”.

The “will of the forest” didn’t answer me, instead saying, <Keep this in mind. There are beings in this world that will try to protect you, that you cannot see. In this forest…and in the depths of the world.”

“…?”

<We don’t have time to talk much. Though I’ll be able to stall these invaders for a short time…But that has its limits. Come on then—get going>

“—Thank you.”

I quickly made preparations to leave the house.

There wasn’t a lot that I needed to take with me.

<…There is also one other thing I’ll tell you, while we’re talking>

The doll again spoke up to me as I was getting ready.

<If, in the course of your life—you ever run into a person by the name of “Lich”…Be extra cautious around him>

“’Lich’? Is he some bad guy?”

<I’m not so sure on that, but…What I am certain of is that he’s a being unlike those of this world. There is a lot that I can’t read into in his actions>

“Hmm…I don’t really understand, but alright. I’ll make sure to watch out.”

First thing’s first, I needed to get away from the clutches of the police.

I finished my preparations and dashed out of the house. I had considered for a moment that perhaps I ought to take that doll with me, but it wasn’t mine to start with. And the less I had to carry, the better.

I decided to sneak west, avoiding the established path. That was the fastest route out of the forest.

…Ah. What should I do about Mr. Ziz?

He was currently in that underground lake in the cave.

Though it’s hard to imagine the police would arrest an octopus…

Even so the fact remained that Mr. Ziz was the main actor in the sinking of the S.S. Titanis. It was a matter of what if.

I slightly altered my course and made my way towards the hermit cave before leaving the forest.

.

…That decision had been a bad one.

Before I arrived at the cave, I encountered the people chasing me.

They were—a dark-skinned man, and a woman with white hair.

They were both carrying guns.

“—There she is! The ‘Beastmaster’!” the man shouted.

Beastmaster—that was something of a nickname used among my friends. I had objected somewhat as I was really only able to summon Mr. Ziz, but it had a better ring to it than ‘Octopus master’ so I ultimately accepted it.

Contrary to my expectation, these two were not wearing World Police uniforms.

I briefly wondered if I should be thankful for that. There was a chance that they were remnants of Midas’ goons, or that Kandi had betrayed us.

Whatever the case, I had one option…And that was to find a way to escape from them somehow!

But—

…They’re fast!

I was pretty confident in my ability to play at chasing in this forest. I’d been living here since I was born.

However, the man aside…the white-haired woman was making her way towards me in defiance of all the trees lined up around us.

I couldn’t shake them very well. And on top of that, unlike them I wasn’t carrying any weapons on me. If I were to face them head on, there’s no way I would win.

A method I could use to oppose them—was the magical arts that Nikolay had taught me, but I couldn’t imagine it would do me much good in this situation. About the only thing I was really capable of doing was creating a lump of ice about the size of my thumb. I had to wonder what would even happen if I tossed it at them.

That just left…nothing other than calling on Mr. Ziz.

Fortunately the cave was right before me. I would be able to turn the tables of the situation as soon as I ran inside. Nikolay might have been there too, and I was sure he would help me.

“You can’t escape!”

The woman fired at me.

Despite the fact that we were in the forest, and both running at that, her aim was comparatively accurate, and the bullet whizzed past my head.

I forced myself to keep running despite my fear nearly seizing up my legs.

“Hey, Shiro, don’t kill her! We’re capturing her alive!”

“I know…She’s running into that cave!”

I sprinted into the cave’s entrance, listening to their voices from behind me.

The cave was a straight path that led to a dead end. Now that I’d gotten inside, it would be difficult to escape.

“Mr. Ziz!”

I called out my accomplice’s name as I ran. I was sure he could hear me.

I thought we would be able to join up immediately, but I couldn’t see him anywhere.

And as I ran I reached where the underground lake would be.

--It felt much colder than it had been before.

“Oh, Nemesis…What’s gotten you in such a state?”

Rather than Mr. Ziz, Nikolay appeared before me.

“Nikolay. Please, you have to hide me! I’m being chased!”

“…Ah, I see,” he replied, his voice calm. “Who’s chasing you?”

“I don’t know! Maybe the police, or—”

“Well then, I suppose we ought to go meet them.”

“No, don’t do that, just find me some place to hide—”

“There isn’t such a place in this cave.”

It was as Nikolay said. I hadn’t come here to hide in the first place.

“Mr. Ziz! Where are you!? If you’re sleeping, wake up!” I screamed at the lake.

…And then, finally, I realized that it was different.

“What in…”

It was only natural that Mr. Ziz didn’t show.

The water of the lake had completely frozen over.

It wasn’t winter right now. No, even if it had been in the middle of winter, I had never seen this lake frozen over like this.

--Someone had frozen it deliberately.

And…there was only one person I knew of who could do that.

“Nikolay, what have you—”

Before I could ask him, my pursuers showed themselves.

“There you are! In here, Bruno!”

First the woman walked towards me, gun in hand. And then the man came my way after her, also holding his gun.

…But the dark-skinned man seemed surprised to see not me, but rather Nikolay nearby.

“--!? You’re—”

“…Oh, my my. If it isn’t Bruno Zero. I haven’t seen you since Loki’s trial.”

It appeared that the two of them knew each other.

Nikolay carelessly walked up to them, showing no fear of the fact that they were armed. “You coming here like this must mean that PN is after her…or rather, Gallerian is.”

“Not quite. He’s not involved in this. PN conducted the investigation alone, and identified this ‘Beastmaster’ here as a suspect…To think, you were the mastermind behind this.”

Nikolay gave a half smile and shook his head at the man named Bruno’s words. “—Hey now, have you gotten mixed up on something? If you’re talking about what happened with the Titanis, I’m not involved.”

“Then why did this ‘Beastmaster’ run in here?”

“I dunno. Of course, we live in the same forest so I know her at least, but…it’s not like she and I are family or anything.”

…Huh?

What are you saying, Nikolay?

Certainly, what he said wasn’t a lie. He had no involvement with Midas or the S.S. Titanis, and he and I had no blood relation to each other. It was true that we were mere acquaintances.

But even so, I had thought that surely he would protect me.

“Nikolay…”

When I spoke up to him, he turned around.

His usual kind smile was nowhere to be seen.

“…Nemesis, if you have done something bad then you need to properly atone for it.”

“You can’t—”

“You see, I—once worked as a man who judged people’s sins. And so I can’t shield a criminal now.”

Listening off to the side, Bruno snorted and said, “Hmph, look who’s talking. Hanma…Weren’t you the one who did exactly the opposite of that, time and again in the past?”

“And that’s why I can’t now, Bruno. It’s been fifteen years since I quit my job at the Dark Star Bureau. Perhaps you don’t believe this, but during that time I’ve done my thinking, and I’ve changed.”

“…You’re still wanted by the World Police. For the crime of violating the ‘special law on witchcraft’.”

“Naturally. I know that. So then—are you going to arrest me too?”

“PN is not like the World Police. Our stance is contradictory to the special law on witchcraft in and of itself. …Besides, if you really are ‘Elluka’s apprentice’ as the World Police says—then we have no hope of being able to arrest you.”

“…Ha ha, how ironic. That you who have seen the existence of magic with your own eyes have been promoted to a position that denies its existence.”

Bruno pointed the gun at Nikolay. “—We’ll be taking in this ‘Beastmaster’ now. As long as you don’t interfere…we’ll leave you be.”

“I don’t mind, do as you like—While you’re here I’ll give you some information you might like.”

Nikolay took out a sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to Bruno.

“And this is?”

“A map that indicates Zeus’ hideout. She forgot it here earlier. This should help you in capturing the others, shouldn’t it?”

“…I appreciate the cooperation.”

That told me everything.

Before I had even run in here—Nikolay had already decided to sell us out.

And that was why he had frozen over the lake…If he was trapped within the ice, then Mr. Ziz couldn’t still be alive.

“You traitor!” I screamed at Nikolay—then tried to take advantage of the confusion to run towards the entrance to the cave.

--But my feet tangled up and I tumbled down.

“Ah!”

At some point my ancles had been encased in ice-shackles.

“Traitor…Hm. You’re wrong, Nemesis. It was—you who betrayed me first.”

“What are you…I don’t know what you mean.”

“I had though that as long as I could raise you right, I would always continue to protect you. But in the end, you caused such an awful tragedy…I guess you are her daughter after all.”

“Her…You mean my mother? What about my mother!?”

“She was a great one, your mother—but I cannot agree with her as the man I am now.” Nikolay glanced back at Bruno. “Go on, take her away.”

“…Yes.”

Bruno and the woman with him walked up to me and picked me up off the ground. And then, instead of ones of ice, they put real manacles on my wrists.

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

May I request sleeping beauty with Maleficent!Diavolo and Princess!s/O?

You sure can lol. Anyway I hope all of you are safe in these tough times and I'm gonna try and upload more often on behalf of those who are in quarantine, besides I don't think it'll be long until our country does.

Nightmare

(yandere Maleficent! Diavolo X Female Reader)

The evil fairy's curse was indeed a cruel one. He had cursed you at birth to an eternal slumber if you were to by any chance prick your finger on a spindle, which would be destined to happen at some stage.

He was the ruler of the enchanted forest in which no mortal was to enter, yet you had just broken the sacred rule and you now stood before him.

"Diavolo I don't know if you know who I am but-" you said as you before the fuchsia haired male only for him to cut you off.

"Oh but I do dear (Y/n), I've been watching you for many years" the male said as he rested his head on his palm as he sat upon his throne of thorns.

"I suppose you cut down my wall of thorns to get here?" He asked.

"No... I climbed it" you explained as you showed him the cuts on your body.

"I came here to ask that you remove my curse" you said as you looked into his glowing emerald eyes.

"And why would I do that?" He asked in a voice filled with venom.

"I thought that you may of had a change of heart after all these years" you replied.

"Is that all, you just thought that I'd change my mind!" He hissed, he felt insulted by the words that came out of your mouth.

"Please I'm begging you, I've become nothing more then a trophy to whoever slays you" you pleaded as you got on your knees. Scowl formed on the male's face as he heard of your predicament, he couldn't deny that all those years of stalking had only made him grow fond of you, not to mention the gift of beauty which Bruno had cast upon you had definitely shone through.

"I wish to live my own life, I'd do anything for you to remove the curse!" You plead as tears stream down your face. His scowl then turned into a twisted smile, your words were tantalising like sweet honey.

He stood up from his throne and circled you like a predictor about to pounce on his prey.

"I'm afraid no magic can break the curse, however I may have a way to prevent you falling victim to your curse" he stated.

"(Y/n) don't accept his offer!" A familiar voice yelled. You quickly turned behind to see your godfather Bruno with a spotted pair of wings you'd never seen before.

"Don't interfere Bruno, this is her decision to make!" Diavolo yelled at the ravenette as thorns began to tangle around him.

"You and your pose are nothing but traitors to this forest, you gave your lives to work for those filthy humans" Diavolo growled before looking back at you.

"How do I avoid this curse?" You asked as you looked back into the males sinister eyes, causing you to tremble.

"Oh my sweet are you scared of me? I thought you had been gifted bravery from Leone" the male cooed as he rubbed your shoulders.

"Bravery isn't a lack of fear, rather it is the power to stand up and face your fears" you explained.

"So can you answer my question?"

"Oh so demanding" Diavolo scolded like a mother as he brushed a few stray strands of your hair back.

"All you need to do is say you love me, you can live in my forest as my queen... You'll never have to worry about a silly little spindle in here" he cooed in such a sweet loving voice.

"Just tell me those three sweet words and I'll protect you" the man said before four more familiar figures appeared with wings you'd never seen before.

"(Y/n) you need to run away!" Narancia yelled.

Diavolo clicked his tongue in disapproval as he saw each of his former servant, the fairies that had betrayed him after your birth.

"You all don't understand, I'm giving dear (Y/n) a chance to escape the curse she has" he explained trying to justify himself.

"No you're just coxing her into your trap!" Fugo yelled.

"Don't listen to them dear, they don't know what's best for you" he said as he caressed your cheeks and made you look up at him.

"Just say it... Tell me that you love me" he cooed before you pushed away from him.

"I'm sorry but I can't, I told you before I wanted to live my own life" you explained.

Diavolo let out a discontent sigh as he let Bruno go.

"You all will take (Y/n) out of the forest but if you ever dare to enter my forest again I will show you no mercy" he sighed as he sat back on his throne.

Of course the male was angered by your rejection but he tried his best not to let it bother him, after all he'd have you when the curse finally took effect.

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"(Y/n) after all these years I can't believe that you entered the enchanted forest!" You godfather or fairy godfather now had scolded as you were held up by Abbaccio as they took you out of the enchanted forest.

"What even gave you the idea to-"

"I found all of the letters... I know about the curse and I know that I'm a princess, I also know that my father is going to marry me off to whoever slays Diavolo" you explained.

"You shouldn't of just gone into the forest, who know what he could have done to you!" Mista said as he hovered with his red and blue wings.

"Yeah" Narancia agreed before doing a loop.

"I mean I can't complain thou, I can finally fly again" he continued.

You looked down at the ground far below, noticing that you passed the small cottage you all had lived in for all you life.

"Wait guys you just missed the cottage!" You yelled.

"We're not going to the cottage, we need to take you to the castle" Abbaccio said.

"Why?" You asked

"This close encounter with him has put you in danger" Bruno explained.

"We're taking you to the castle so you can be guarded" he continued as you saw a large castle looming on the sunset horizon.

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"Bruno does my father love me?" You asked as he brushed your hair while you sat on your bed.

"Of course he does, why else would he have entrusted your safety with us?" Bruno replied.

"It's just... He seemed rather unhappy when he saw me" you explained.

"He's just worried about you" he explained.

"Now just wait here a moment, I'll get a ribbon to tie up your hair" he said as he put the brush down on you bedside table before standing up and leaving the room.

You waited for Bruno to return for what seemed like hours. You watched the sunset disappear from the sky and the temperature seemed to drop drastically. You began to shiver and you saw your hot breath nearly freeze.

"Follow us" a ghostly choir of voices sung. You tried to ignore the voices as best as you could until your body seemed to move on it's own.

You entered a trance like state as you left your room, following the demands of the voices inside of your head. You couldn't hear anyone who called out your name, nor could they stop you.

You searched the whole castle in a zombie like state until you happened upon a door. You placed your hand on the knob and turned it slowly as you opened it, revealing a cloaked figure who sat weaving string with a spindle. You approached slowly and the figure looked up before vanishing, only leaving their cloak behind.

"Oh my dear (Y/n)" the dark fairy sung in your ear with a sultry tone as his arms wrapped around your body.

"The time has come my dear... Tonight will be the beginning of your eternal slumber" he continued as he kissed your cheek. You gave him no response as you were still trapped in a trance.

"You shouldn't have any worries, I'll make sure to keep you safe" he cooed as he pulled you forward.

"This will be the beginning of our eternity" he said before kissing your lips and pressing your finger on the needle of the spindle. You body soon went limp and your eyes shut, never to open again.

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Bruno's face paled as he saw a bolt of pink lightning and heard the roar of thunder. He knew what had happened in only a few minutes of leaving you, you have succumb to your curse.

"Bruno, (Y/n)-!" Narancia yelled with tears in his eyes as he opened the door, he couldn't bare to even finish his sentence.

"I know..." Bruno muttered.

"Where is Mista, Abbaccio and Fugo?" Bruno asked.

"They're already looking for her, the servants told me she was walking in a subconscious state throughout the castle" Narancia replied.

"I'll look for her too" Bruno said as he followed Narancia out of the room before they split up to look through as many rooms as possible until he found you in the arms of the dark fairy.

"What are you going to do with her?" Bruno only just managed to say. Diavolo turned his head and looked at the ravenette with his evil eyes.

"You no longer need to worry about (Y/n)" he replied in a monotone voice.

"Yes I do, I have been the one to nurture here for her whole life so I have a right to know!" He hissed. The dark fairy only rolled his eyes before snickering.

"I'm taking her as my bride-"

"She will never love you!" Bruno cut Diavolo off.

"You may think that Bruno but she can't refuse me if she's in this state" he cackled making Bruno want to gag at what he was insinuating.

"Now Bruno a little fairy like you and your group should start helping the humans escape this castle before it becomes my domain. After all unlike me your breed is forbidden to kill so you can't possibly fight me" the male continued with an evil grin, forcing the ravenette to flee.

Diavolo began to walk through the castle once more until he reached you bedroom which had now housed a cocoon like best of roses with your bed in the middle. He placed you down on the soft bed before laying next to you.

"All that I hope for my princess is that her dreams are pleasant" he cooed in your ear but they were not. You were trapped in a neverending nightmare that you'd never wake up from and even if you did only another nightmare awaited.

[staruplatinum]

hello, I’ve been slow with these commissions and I’m terribly sorry! this is the first of 3 Ill be posting throughout the week. This commission is for the lovely  @calamityismyspecialty ! ♡

Bruno Bucciarati x f!prostitute reader ♡

word count | 3.8K words

warnings: angst, soft smut, creampie, graphic depictions of abuse, violence. 

quick summary: reader helps Bruno escape from a sticky situation, saving his life. he decides to return the favour.

                    You couldn’t say you enjoyed your job, but you couldn’t say that you necessarily liked it either. Being a prostitute in the mafia was no easy task. Often times you were abused, tricked and involved in other illegal practices, events and parties that you really had no interest in. However, as sad as it was, it was good money, and yet despite that - you really didn’t have a choice. Your family had owed a debt to Passione long ago, so now you were forever their property. 

Despite the dirty men you had to be sold to night after night, that wasn’t nearly as bad as being “eye candy” for some Mafioso while he conducted business meetings. You were always forced to sit on his lap, in revealing clothing, and only being told to speak when spoken to. It was like you were a shell. A nobody, used only for other men’s pleasure. It wasn’t uncommon that some of these men would even take turns on you after these meetings, reducing you to nothing more than a whore. Oh- and they didn’t pay you extra, either. That was how the mafia underworld was - unfair. 

One particular warm night in Naples, as you were getting ready for another client, you overheard something. 

“I am going to kill him!” 

One of the men in the other room shouted. Now, usually you minded your own business. After all, you were just a whore in their eyes - your opinion meant nothing. However, you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling concerned. Who did this man want to kill? Why? You could only hope that whenever this was to happen, that it wasn't going to happen while you were there. You had seen a lot in the Mafia, from drug-dealing, to flat out seeing men beaten. But murder? How could someone see that and be “okay”....

Nevertheless, you went about with your night. But the thought lingered. You looked at yourself in the vanity, admiring how well you applied your eyeliner and mascara and went on to finish the rest of your face. Before you knew it, you were all done up like a doll. For a moment, you almost felt proud of yourself and your looks. If you didn't know better, you’d surely be mistaken for a model. Too bad that wasn’t your life…

A sudden loud bang at the door knocked you out of thoughts, and you turned behind you to see a man in a dark suit staring at you angrily while adjusting the gun in his pocket. 

“Lets go puttana, you have work to do.” 

You turned your nose up and practically scowled at the thought of having sex with this man, but this was your job. Sighing, you turned off the vanity light and made your way to the door frame, where the man forced you to hold onto him as you walked downstairs. 

As you both entered the large meeting room, there were a bunch of  men you didn’t recognize. One in particular, who stood out to you was wearing a white suit with a tear-drop print on it and various gold zippers. He had the most odd hair (you couldn’t help but think!) and his eyes were as blue as the ocean. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. Like always though, every man in the room had their eyes on you, mainly from lust. But the man in the white suit - you could already tell he was different, the way he looked at you wasn't from lust. It was more like curiosity and pity mixed into one.

Sitting down next to your ‘lover’ for the night (if you could even call him that) you found yourself sitting directly across from the man in the white suit, whom you later found out that his name was Bruno. Bruno Bucciarati. He was a poor boy who grew up in the suburbs of Naples with his father, who was a fisherman. Unfortunately, his father ended up dying from a drug-related incident. He was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time. Knowing this hurt your heart, it was such an awful way to be brought into this life. You truly felt bad for Bruno.

Like always, you sat next to your client and kept your mouth shut while they conducted business. The men talked over and over about various things going on in Passione, be it new missions, weapon trades, drugs, etc. You, however, had no idea that Bruno Bucciarati was against nearly all of these things and that is the reason why your client wanted to kill him. As the night proceeded on, things started to get more tense in the room you were in and you started to wonder if tonight was even going to end well for anybody. Almost every man in the room had a gun on him, and you started to worry. Soon, Bruno stood up asking to excuse himself. The others agreed, and as soon as he left the room you could hear everyone else talking about the easiest way to assassinate him without his team being involved. Oh no. Your heart began to race, and you sat up from your chair, asking for permission to use the washroom. 

Your client complied with your wishes, and you hurriedly got up to leave the cigarette-smoke filled room. It took you a moment, but once you were out of everyone’s sight you finally had a moment of peace in the hallway - and that’s when you saw Bruno. 

You tried to avoid eye contact, thinking it was awkward. Afterall, you really didn’t want him thinking that you were following him - even though you were. In reality it was all to help him in the end. You turned to look in one of the hallway mirrors, decorated with fake plants, as you pushed your hair behind your ear. You took a moment to breathe in before turning around to face him. 

Bruno stared at you for a moment, but his eyes never left your face. Unlike most men, he didn’t check out the tight black dress that fit all your curves perfectly and showed off your cleavage. Bruno wasn’t like that. 

“Hi…” You managed to say, voice hoarse.  It felt like it was the first time you had even spoken in the last few hours. 

Bruno smiled, reaching out his hand to shake yours. 

“Ciao” 

You smiled slightly, leaning against the hallway sideboard and shaking his hand. Though you wanted to talk with him more, this was no time for small talk. Yet you couldn’t stop the words leaving your mouth. 

“I um.. I like your suit!” you said happily. 

“Grazie, Bella. I like how well done your hair is. Did you do it yourself?” Bruno asked.

Again, you were shocked by him. You were sure he wanted to compliment your dress, but it was awfully nice of him to compliment something else.

“Yeah.. I um.. Always do my makeup and hair.”  a pink blush began to form on your face, ad Bruno leaned closer to you, admiring your features. If anyone else came in, they’d think it was a scene straight from a movie. The way you two looked at eachother was no different than a couple who was in love.  As much as you wanted to lean closer, and perhaps kiss him, a sudden loud bang made you both jolt. 

“That was a gunshot….” you mumbled, looking up at Bruno in fear. “You.. You have to leave here. It isn’t safe.”you added.

Bruno cocked an eyebrow and let a faint chuckle escape his lips. 

“Why do you say that, Bella?” 

He was in the mafia since he was 13, hearing a gunshot was no surprise to him, yet he suddenly felt worried too, mainly for you. 

“I think the men in the other room may be plotting to kill you...” You said sternly.

Bruno was taken aback by your words. How did a girl like you even know this stuff? Were you lying? Were you being sincere? He was very good at finding a liar in a crowd, unfortunately his method for testing lies wouldn't be in his favor, seeing that you were taken by another man. He had no idea, however, that your situation was exactly the opposite.

“I suppose that’s a pretty good reason to leave then. But how can I trust you?” Bruno asked you, looking around the hallway you were in. “I’ve been in the mafia for a long time, men carry around guns all the time to assert dominance and show off. I even have one.” He added, pointing to the bulge at the side of his pants. 

“I’ve worked here for 5 years now, Signore” You said, firm with your word. “I’ve seen many meetings like this end bad. You don’t have to trust me, but please. I overheard them discussing it earlier…” 

You were practically pleading with Bruno at this point, tears welling up in your eyes.

Bruno grabbed both of your arms gently, pulling you closer to him. He studied you face, and something inside him told him that you were being genuine. There were many possible ways he could get out, and especially with his stand ability (that you knew nothing about!) he could easily get out of a sticky situation like this. Besides, if you did lead him to danger at least he knew in the end that you were in fact a liar, and not worth his time.

“Alright then, Bella. How do I get out of here?” He asked, gently caressing your bicep with his thumb. 

You swallowed heavily,  pointing behind him. 

Regretably, it was near the garbage bins but it was better than having his life lost over some stupid disagreement. “Right through there”

As Bruno nodded and let go of you, the two of you walked towards the exit you pointed to. As if on queue, from the end of the hall you heard another gunshot, and the sound of heavy chairs scraping the marble floor. The sound of mens deep voices started to fill up your senses and you knew that the meeting was “over”. They’d be coming to get Bruno any second now.

“You have to go now, I’ll distract them! Go!” you whispered.

Bruno smiled at you and grabbed onto your hand. “Wait!” he shouted. “I never got your name?”

“It’s Y/N.” 

Bruno thanked you for saving his life. He had asked you for one last thing, which was your phone number. If he were anyone else, you would have said no. But something about Bruno made you want to see him again, and so, impulsively, you wrote your number down on his hand before shoving him out of the door. 

Just as you did that, the men you were with caught up to you. You fixed your dress, pressing down any seams and pretending to fix your hair as they made their way to where you were. They were quite stupid, and luckily they didn’t even suspect that you were helping Bruno. To them, they thought that you had just went to the washroom like you had asked. If they knew the truth, you would have surely been beaten, or worse. Exactly as you suspected, as soon as you returned to your seat you could hear the men arguing over how Bruno escaped. The tension in the room was high, and you wanted to leave. But you couldn’t. After all, you were still sold to this man for tonight, and you had to follow through with your promise…

The thought of Bruno calling you was the only thing that kept you going. He was your only hope.

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              Two weeks had passed since you last saw Bruno, and only a week prior to that did the men realize you had been the reason for his escape. Security cameras could be a bitch… and you paid greatly for that mistake. Your black eye and bruised arms showed for it. Still, there was no word from Bruno. 

You sighed heavily as you stared outside your bedroom window, a single tear rolling down your face. Today was Sunday, the only day you ever had to yourself from this wretched business, and as you watched the people walking amongst the streets of Naples, you felt so lonely inside. If only your life was different. You could have been married; possibly to someone like Bruno! If only.. 

From your apartment door, you heard a knock. “One minute.” you sighed as you slid on your housecoat and slippers and walked to the door. You made sure to keep the chain-lock on, since lately men were forcefully bringing themselves to your apartment. They had to make sure you were going to “pay” for letting Bruno escape. As you pulled the door open, you hid your left eye behind the door, not wanting anyone to see. You were shocked to see that the man at the door was Bruno. 

“Ciao, Y/n. May I come in?” Bruno asked, a genuine smile on his face. 

You wanted to tell him it wasn’t safe, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to let him go again. Nodding, you undid the chain-lock and let him inside, keeping your head down in shame.

As Bruno entered your apartment, He could see how clean it was, yet despite that, the place was really run-down. His heart hurt seeing this. He turned to you, and gently lifted your chin up so that your eyes met with his. 

He gasped.

“y/n! What happened? Who did this to you?!” He practically shouted. You had no idea, but in those two weeks Bruno was ‘gone’, he had done research on you. He knew exactly why you were a prostitute, that it wasn’t your choice, and he knew all about your debt to Passione. He knew about the men you were with and how awful they treated prostitutes, as well as how badly you had to pay for saving him. Needless to say, he was furious. 

“It’s nothing, I just-” You were cut off by Bruno silencing you. 

Bruno’s soft hand groped the left side of your cheek, his thumb gently caressing the dark purple spot that formed under your eye. You weren’t used to such sweet affection. In fact, you couldn’t even remember the last time anyone treated you this nicely. You allowed yourself to relax, and you leaned into his touch - using your hand to caress his forearm.

Bruno looked down at you, smiling. 

“Let me take care of you, Bella.”

Those words were all you needed to hear. It was almost as if Bruno saying this was enough to fix all your problems. Though it wasn't true, it was still nice to believe so..

Bruno leaned down and kissed your lips passionately. He didn’t waste any time in asserting his dominance by running his tongue along your teeth ; asking for entrance and engulfing your mouth in a warm, erotic kiss. You gladly complied, letting him take control. The two of you made out passionately for several minutes until you felt his hard cock straining against his suit pants. You smirked a little, realizing where this whole situation was headed and you gently pushed him off of you. 

“Bed..?” you asked curiously. 

Bruno just nodded, and before you could even take a step further, he picked you up bridal style and brought you over to your bed, laying you down gently. 

You sat up, removing your slippers and housecoat - leaving you only in your gown - and you slid down the sheets, onto your knees.

“What are you doing?” Bruno asked, as he removed his suit top , tossing it to the side.

“I- um… about to suck your dick?” you replied, not sure if you should state it as a fact or a question. 

“No” Bruno said. “You have been treated like shit for the past 5 years of your life, all because of a stupid debt. It’s not fair that this has to happen to you. Please, let me take care of you, and you’ll be free from this place.” 

Hearing his words nearly made you cry - but now wasn’t the time. Both of you wanted to have sex with each other, and that is how your night should go. Pillow talk can come later. Little did you know, that Bruno had already arranged for his gang to wait outside so that they could all rescue you. You see, the men you worked for were ranked lower than Bruno’s position in the mafia. And even though they wanted to kill him, It would be quite a hard feat considering they’d have to get through multiple stands to lay a finger on Bruno, or you.

Bruno undid his belt and pulled his trousers down, revealing his hard cock in his pants. He pushed you on your back onto the bed gently and pulled down your white-lace panties. You tried your best to relax, seeing that this hasn’t happened to you for years. 

He leaned down, cupping your thighs and leaving light kisses up them as he pulled your core to his face - finally pressing his lips to your wet folds. He began to lick slowly and kiss you - almost in a teasing way! You were sure that just from his light treatment, that you’d cum instantly. But Bruno didn’t want the fun to be over just yet. 

Bruno continued his actions, licking between your folds, sucking your clit and swirling his tongue around, while adding two fingers inside of your core. His fingers curled upwards and he pressed against you g-spot over and over as he ate you out. 

You let out a soft moan, gently pulling on his hair. 

“OH! Bruno…” 

You bit your lip as you felt heat pool in your core, and before you know it you were arching your back in pleasure. Your eyes saw white as your thighs trembled, trying to ride out every last second of your orgasm. Boy, was Bruno good with his tongue.

When he finally pulled away, he licked your juices off of his fingers, smiling as he did so. “Just as I thought, you aren’t a liar after all.” he chuckled. You, however, were still too caught up in your post-orgasm to even acknowledge what he had said.

Bruno laid on top of you, kissing you slowly again. His hand traveled from your sides, down to you legs, where he gently spread them for him. You didn’t even realize he had taken off his underwear. When did that happen? Was he so good that you lost track of time? You looked into his beautiful-blue eyes, filled with lust and admiration, you grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance as he slid into you. 

His brows furrowed at you hot tightness. He was big, bigger than most men you had slept with, but the stretch felt nice. It was like he fit you perfectly. He began to thrust slowly before increasing his pace. As nice as he was being, he was still a man and the only way to chase his release was to fuck you fast, which he did. At least he was fucking you in a more intimate position! Most men just took you from behind, forcing your face into the bed sheets. 

Bruno slid his hand up to your breast, gently cupping it before taking it into his mouth and sucking on your hardened nipple. The way his cock was hitting your walls was making you moan in pleasure, you couldn’t believe how good it felt. 

“Bella, you feel so good. So hot and tight for me” He moaned out, holding your hip as he thrust into you again. He bit his lip as he watched your breasts bounce in unison with his thrusts, and the slight bulge that purged at your naval region, showing just how deep he was going. You could feel him hitting your cervix. 

Bruno fixed his position and kissed you passionately once again. Only pulling away to compliment you once more.

“It’s like your pussy was made for me and only me, cara” he hissed through clenched teeth as he fucked you faster and harder. You could only moan in response. 

Bruno angled his thrusts just right, hitting that special spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“I-Im gonna, cum!” You shouted, scraping your nails gently down his back. Bruno smirked. 

“Already? Is my cock that good that you’re already going to cum?” 

You nodded in response. 

“Yes it feels so good!! I have never been fucked like this before..” 

That sentence itself was extremely hard to even say clearly. 

You can tell by how erratic his thrusts were getting that he was close to cumming soon, as were you. You kept moaning with every thrust, biting your lip each time you got close to cumming since you wanted to time it just right. Bruno leaned down and kissed your forehead, his blown out cerulean eyes gazing down on you. 

“Look at me when you cum, dolcezza. I want to see how beautiful you look.” 

His words were enough to throw you over the edge, and your walls spasmed against his hard cock once more, riding out your orgasm again. You looked at bruno as long as you could before you arched your back again, and moaned out his name in pleasure.

The feeling of your tight walls squeezing Bruno was enough to make him cum as well, and he did. He finished inside of you, moaning your name as he painted your walls and cervix white with his cum. 

Truth be told, you couldn’t remember the last time you had an orgasm, let alone two! You needed a moment to breathe and relax, as did Bruno.  His hips slowly faltered and he pulled out of you, watching as his cum  leaked out. You stroked his hair lovingly, looking into his eyes.

“Thank you.” You said in a faint tone of voice. 

“For what?” Bruno asked as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I told you I am going to take care of you. You will never have to worry again from now on. I promise” 

Your eyes watered as you heard his words, and you couldn’t help but let a few tears fall. Bruno wiped them away with his thumb and he kissed you once more, faltering when he saw the deep bruise that covered your left eye. 

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

[francisp0rter]

The Grammy Awards are Decadent and Depraved

By Blunted

Before writing anything about the Grammy Awards, it should be duly noted that nobody really gives a shit. Everyone knows that the nominated artists are nowhere near the best the industry has to offer, but at the end of the day (8PM EST, to be specific) we all tune in to watch the big train wreck in the hopes that at least a couple of shining moments will come through. 

The whole thing was off to a bleak start when, in an astoundingly bone-headed move, the Grammys decided to relegate the Rap Album of the Year awards to the pre-show, forcing one of the greatest emcees who ever lived to accept his first Grammy nomination in complete silence. The argument in the Grammys favour is that none of the nominees are popular enough to warrant a spot on the main show, but that doesn’t seem to matter so much to the Grammys when they drag out H.E.R, who elicits a collective “who the fuck is that?” anytime she appears on screen. 

And even if it’s a case of the nominees not being popular enough, why nominate them in the first place? Freddie Gibbs and Royce Da 5’9 don’t need the Grammys, we already know that they’re two of the best poets this great genre has to offer. And Nas CERTAINLY doesn’t need the Grammys, as he’s gone his whole illustrious career without even receiving one. How are you gonna make him accept his first ever Grammy award off-air like he’s winning Best Classical Compendium or some shit? 

For the Grammys to nominate these incredible talents and then stick them in the pre-show is not only an insult but just downright fucking dumb. Letting Nas on the Grammy stage to accept his first ever award would have done a hell of a lot more to remedy the Weeknd boycott situation than having Harvey Mason Jr. come on screen and beg everyone not to be mad at him.

With that being said, the 63rd Grammy Awards were pretty god-damn weird. You could probably chalk the strange vibes up to the lack of a real audience and the battle-of-the-bands style layout the Grammys opted for, but that’s not entirely it. Something else was off, something nearly intangible. After about an hour of this uncanny-valley feeling, I realized where it was coming from: Trevor Noah. 

Possibly the least funny person on the entire planet Earth, Trevor Noah bumbled his way through over three hours of jokes that would have bombed even if they were performed at an open mic night in Tacoma, Washington. The only funny thing that left his mouth was, 

“Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me. We’re back at the 63rd Grammy Awards,” and it was only funny because it didn’t make any fucking sense. 

Worst host of all time aside, the show ranged from pretty good to downright cringe-inducing, with some moments of greatness sprinkled in. Billie Eilish kicked the show off with a sleepy performance of her Record of the Year nominated track “Everything I Wanted,” in which she sang on top of a luxury car submerged in a cloud of smoke. Eilish, as always, left little to be desired and delivered her performance with the precision of a well-trained theatre kid. There’s an inherent starry-eyed quality to Eilish’s music, but her talents make it easy to look past. 

Haim’s blistering performance of “The Steps” was stellar. The group’s musicality was on full display as Danielle Haim led the track on drums and vocals, before quietly switching out with her sister Alana to take centre stage, proving once again that the best way to make a splash at the Grammys is simply by playing music and playing it well. 

Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak also gave two incredible performances as Silk Sonic. The first was a Soul Train-inspired rendition of their brand new track “Leave the Door Open” that looked like it was equally as fun to perform as it was to watch. Later, the duo took the stage and set the place on fire with a tribute to Little Richard. Anderson’s drumming was the highlight of the performance, and whoever was running the sound seemed to know this too, centring the rhythm section in the most prominent part of the mix. 

There were plenty of moments that were good, but not overly special that I’m gonna run through really quick here. Harry Styles came through and did his cool gender-bending thing. I really like “Watermelon Sugar,” I think it’s a perfect pop song, and I think Harry Styles is way too good to have ever been in One Direction. I’m excited for his next album and that’s all I really have to say about him.

Taylor Swift’s performance was excellent, and it was great to see her bring out Aaron Dessner and Jack Antonoff and give them the credit they deserve for helping her expand her sound on her stellar 2020 offerings “Folklore” and “Evermore.” 

Meg Thee Stallion, Cardi B, and Dua Lipa banged out some hyper-sexual performances that didn’t really seem to have a point other than being shocking. But the songs are nice and at least Meg can rap.

Oh, and Beyonce broke the record for most Grammys ever. Does anyone really give a shit about that? I thought it would be a bigger deal. 

The rap performances left something to be desired, which is an absolute fucking shame considering the emcees they had nominated in the Rap Album of the Year category. DaBaby came out and did his one flow, and then Roddy Ricch joined him, which was nice. Roddy’s solo performance was actually really great. He’s one of the first rappers I’ve seen play an instrument while rapping. Scarface is the only other one to my memory. Maybe Mac Miller, too. 

Lil Baby’s performance was, at first, captivating and powerful, but upon further inspection feels kind of weak, especially considering the weird diatribe from neoliberal grifter Tamika Mallory that he placed halfway through the performance. Re-enacting a police killing with paid actors was also a little tasteless in retrospect. Baby rapped his ass off though, and hopefully his performance will show clueless rap fans that trap music isn’t just a genre meant to soundtrack frat parties.

The worst performance of the night belonged to Post Malone, as it so often does. The Texas troglodyte appeared on stage in the worst Blade costume I’ve ever seen to deliver a dead-in-the-water rendition of his abysmally bad single “Hollywood’s Bleeding.” I remember there was a time when Post Malone’s whole thing was being this pop-crossover Bob Dylan type with rap aesthetics. I didn’t like it, but it was infinitely better than whatever weird gothic thing he’s doing now. 

All things considered, the Grammys were the Grammys. You can’t really expect too much from them. While the highs were really high, the lows were so unbelievably low that it was almost embarrassing. Before I sign off, I just wanna give another quick “fuck you” to Harvey Mason Jr. You’re the worst, man.