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Time frame: Post Golden Wind

Pairing: Giomis (Giorno/Mista)

words: 715

Notes: idkkkkk I did basically this last night (except I panicked and so we haven't talked about it yetttt) and I'm trying to get my mind off of it, so I wrote this!

also, kinda ooc btw

Summary:

While Giorno and Mista talk about dating Giorno accidentally reveals something about himself that he didn't mean to. Fluff and feelings ensue.

It was fuck knows hours of the night- or morning, probably morning at this point - and Giorno and Mista had been sitting in Giorno's room talking for hours.

Neither of them had been able to sleep. Mista had planned to go downstairs to the kitchen and get some water and melatonin gummies, but on his way, he saw Giorno's bedroom light on and decided that he had to make sure Gio wasn't overworking himself again.

That led them to where they were now, Mista draped across the end of the bed, rambling about some girl he had tried dating a few years ago while Giorno sat towards the head of the bed, hugging a pillow in his lap as he listened.

"-Yeah, but I don't know. I just don't think dating girls is right for me right now." He turns to look at Giorno "Like, wait a year or two and then we can talk."

"Wait, really?"

"What?"

"What?" Fuck. Fuck he had just messed this up so bad. How do you even misinterpret something that badly!? Shit. He felt his body start to shake and he grips the pillow he's been holding harder. His face feels warm, and his eyes feel heavy, but no tears fall, he just sits there shaking and hyperventilating.

"Giorno? You ok, man?"

No. No he wasn't at all, he had just fucking ruined his relationship with his best friend. There's no way he can come back from this. Even if Mista somehow doesn't care or is able to look past it, they'll always have the knowledge that this happened. Both of them will have to live forever with the knowledge that on this night Giorno had practically confessed his love for Mista. How the fuck was he supposed to come back after that?

"Hey, Giorno?"

"Sorry." It was all he could think to say- the only thing that could have any chance of making this situation better. "Sorry, I- I'm sorry let's just...Let's just pretend this never happened, ok?"

"Giorno..."

"Mista"

"Giorno, what's wrong?"

"What?''

"I don't understand. What happened? Why are you so upset all of a sudden?"

oh

oh

He had made things worse, hadn't he?

"Nothing happened. Don't worry about it."

"Giorno. Tell me what happened. Please."

"Mista...I just told you that I have a crush on you.'' His voice was barely audible against the room, silent aside from his own heavy breaths and the other's calm ones.

Mista didn't respond immediately, making a thick tension in between them.

"Look, Mista I'm sorry I- I'll just-"

"Giorno." And his mouth snapped shut, staring at the other boy, who looked like he had been thinking the hardest he had in a while. "I think," he started, pausing for a moment before continuing, "I think I feel the same way."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I knew you wouldn't-" wait. What did he just say? "What?"

"I said that I think that I like you too." Mista's face was bright red, but Giorno was sure that his was redder.

"Wait, really?"

"Yep."

"But I though you said..."

"Well, maybe I was wrong," He dramatically turned his head away before immediately turning it to look at Giorno again, "Also.. I did say that I don't think I should date girls right now, technically I never said anything about boys..."

"Oh yeah...I guess that's true."

"So..."

"So..."

"Are we...Y'know...boyfriends now?"

"Yeah, I think I'd like that." Giorno said, less hesitantly than most of the other things he'd said that night as he laid his pillow back in its original spot and patted the spot on the bed next to his, signaling for Mista to crawl up next to him.

And the other did just that. Tucking himself into bed next to his best friend boyfriend, said boyfriend doing the same next to him.

So, the two lay next to each other, staring into each other's eyes somewhat continuing their dumb ramblings from earlier, but most conversation died off as sleep took over the two. They'd work out exactly what happened tonight when they woke up, but for now, they were content with putting that off for later. And if Mista heard Giorno mumble a soft 'I love you' before he fell asleep, he didn't say anything.

-end-

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this took way longer than expectedddddd

So, uh, this is my little fantasized version of what happened with me and the girl I like last night. I don't know if she understood what I meant with my response, but I'm certain that she doesn't like me soooooooooo idkkkk now we just hope for the best, I guess?

anyway

Have a good day/night/whenever you're reading this! Eat something, drink some water, get some sleep, take care of yourself! Love youuu <3

Dadbaccio au chapter 2 finally yayyy

uuughhhggggh same as last time ig

Words: 649(it's short, I know sorry)

Uhhhhh

They go home in this one.

part one if you haven't read it

Ao3 version

Haruno had no fucking clue what was going on.

All she wanted to do was wait for her Mama to come back, but that officer- Mr. Leone decided that this was a big deal and that he had to do something about it. Haruno hated police officers, they never did anything about anything that mattered! Like Mr. Leone, he was worrying about Haruno when he could be doing something about the city’s drug and mafia problem.It frustrated Haruno to no end, but it wasn’t like she could do anything about it. Not now at least. When she grew up she was going to join the mafia, like the man she had found in that alley a few days ago. She would join the mafia and work her way to the top, so she could destroy the drug trade from the inside out.

Haruno was drawn out of her thoughts by the sound of someone yelling,

“This is stupid! Outrageous! Completely insane!” It was Mr.Leone. Suddenly the sound stopped and the door opened

“Change of plans kid, you’re coming home with me.”

What?

If Haruno didn’t understand what was going on before she sure as hell didn’t now.

What was going on? Why was Mr.Leone trying to take her home with him? He seemed upset, had Haruno done something wrong? Haruno had had her fair share of less than great experiences with cops before, often being left with one to look after her while her step-father went to ‘talk’ to their captain.

Through those experiences, she learned that it’s much better to just go with them and whatever they want from her than it was to try to fight back, so, Haruno picks up her small backpack and slowly walks over next to Mr.Leone.

The taller man takes her hand once again and smiles down at her as they make their way out of the station.

They walked in silence for a while, creating a strange, eerie feel to the dark path they took back to Abbacchio’s apartment. The eerie silence was the kind that you can never quite tell if it was awkward or not, Haruno internally debates trying to start some kind of conversation with the taller man, but inevitably decides against the idea. The possible cons far outweigh the possible pros.

Soon, the pair found themselves up the stairs of a fairly average looking brick apartment, standing outside his home. After a moment of Abbacchio fiddling with his key in the lock he opens the door, allowing Haruno in before himself.

“Sorry it’s not much, but it’ll do for now.” He says as he kicks the door shut, “You can just set your bag wherever,”

Haruno set it next to the door. In case she had to make a quick escape, she wouldn’t have to leave what little she owned behind. In her bag was nothing but a coat riddled with holes and what little money she was able to pickpocket from random strangers.

The apartment walls were painted a gross yellow-beige-off white color that made everything look dirtier than it actually was- though, that’s not to say that it wasn’t. Looking around, Haruno could see various pieces of trash sitting around, mostly takeout boxes and glass bottles. Aside from that it was a pretty nice little place, a bit nicer than Haruno’s home at least.

She was once again pulled from her thoughts by the sound of Mr. Leone’s voice.

“You probably haven’t eaten today, right? I’ll start dinner.”

Ok, now Haruno was certain that Leone wanted something from her. Taking her out of the, admittedly very cold and uncomfortable, park to his apartment, and now making her food? Something was definitely up with this.

“...Ok. Thank you, mr- Leone,”

“It’s no problem, kid. You- uh- you can just..sit in the kitchen with me, I guess.”

Haruno didn't respond, just followed him to the kitchen.

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Wooooooo it's doneeee

Took longer than I wanted it to but whatever

Ive been pretty busy lately and will be for a while so chapters are gonna be far apart, sorry.

I think this fic will have either 5 or 6 chapters and then I have plans to make this a series.

Uhhh but yeah

Thats it, hope it wasn't too bad

Go eat food, drink water, and get some rest. Have a great day/night, love you! <3

🩸🕸 Father Dearest 🕸🩸

It was a blur. First you were walking the bustling streets of Cairo with your mother shopping for food and next thing you know you're knocked out by what seemed to be something you could only describe as a ghost. You had your own ghost of sorts, it said it’s name was Quiet Riot, and as your body was dragged into a large castle you wondered if they could be in any way related.

You finally came to a cold dark room, your arms being bound behind your back. Screams of pure agony, distilled by the echoey chamber of the castle, reached your ears. Feeble body desperately fighting against your bonds as Quiet Riot appeared before you and began tying the ropes around your wrists and ankles. Free now and able to walk, you made your way to the door, where you were shakily able to pick the lock that bolted you in, surprising considering your vision being blurred by tears and your mind rushing with thoughts of we're your mother could be, and god forbid if those screams were hers.

The heavy wooden door slowly creaked open to reveal long winding stone hallways. They were dark with the exception of a few candles smattered about, and you wondered why they didn't open the heaven curtains blocking the window, but that wasn't important right now.

Bare feet against cobblestone you rushed in the direction of the noises. After the twists and turns of the castle confused you and sent you in a circle, you finally found yourself in front of a large pair of double doors. The screams had gone quiet a minute or so ago and you weren't even sure if this is where they had been emanating from, but nonetheless you trusted your gut. You were going to find your mother and get out of here. Your small hands pushed against the grain of the oak, and with assistants from Quiet Riot, they were opened with ease. 

The sight that lay behind those doors where nothing you could have ever been prepared to see. Your mothers body, limp and gray on the stone floor, blood pooling out of her neck into a crimson puddle beneath her. Then you saw him, his amber eyes making contact with your own froze you in place. And he spoke 

“My my, I am terribly sorry you had to see that” 

Cruelty dripped from his voice, and in an instant he stood in front of you, hand grasping your chin as he smiled at you.

‘How could he have approached me so fast, does he have some kind of special ghost like me?’

The giant of a man’s mouth opened to speak once more but then, like a flash of lighting, something inside you switched on, and the Riot’s hands threw the man a few feet from you, even with all your force you could sense he wasn't hurt in the slightest, but all you needed was a moment before you except what was sure to come. Tears were flowing down your face now as you quickly dropped to your knees before your mothers corpse, though you barely had a second to grieve her fate. 

“Quite the stand you have there”

The figure lifted you now by the throat, cutting off the air to your brain, and a small squeak of fear left your mouth, he laughed. 

‘How could he? How could he laugh after taking the life of an innocent woman?’ 

The fear you felt now came not from the idea of your life ending soon, but the absolute monster who stood before you.

You made one last futile attempt with Riot to get away from his grasp, but another yellow ghost simply grabbed the stand, making it impossible to move any part of your body. All you could do was move your eyes to see the body of your mother once more, as her murderer held your life in a single hand. If you had to go out now at least you would be with your mother soon. 

“You would prefer to die here and join your mother in the afterlife then stay and barely hang on to your puny life?” 

Shit you haven't realized you had said that last part out loud.

“You are an interesting child”

He paused to think for a moment

“I was going to kill you here and now, but I'm beginning to change my mind…” He uttered a few more unintelligible words as you blacked out from asphyxiation, the image of his sharp toothed smile burning into the backs of your eyelids.

An unfamiliar comfort enveloped your body, not the usual rough cotton cot you slept on. The plush velvet and silk was alien to you, but you couldn't help but snuggle farther into the bed. Then the creaking of your door opening, well there goes your quiet comfort. An old woman enters the room, you weren't quite sure who she was, but you put on the rather nice the clothes she gave you and followed her down a stone hallway, as she explained that Lord Dio would like to see you, the image of the man in question was a bit foggy but you knew he was an important figure in your life, perhaps a friend or family member? You couldn't put your finger on it.

As you reached a pair of large oak doors you stopped, the old women pushing them open for you. It was your first good look at the room, a library or study of some kind, every surface having a few dripping candles adorning it. Why didn't they just open the curtains if they wanted light? Well that wasn't important right now, because a large golden haired man, Lord Dio,  was ushering you over.

Your new shoes patterned against the stone floor as you walked to the armchair he was sitting in, taking a leisurely stance with a book in hand, sipping what you assumed was red wine. 

Your e/c eyes made contact with his own amber pair as he gestured for you to make a seat in the rather expensive looking chair across from him.

“Goodmorning, my child, how was your rest?”

Yes, it clicked. Lord Dio was your father of course, how could you be so silly to forget? You had the privilege of being the child of the most powerful man on earth and you just forgot? How idiotic of you.

“It was good, I was quite disoriented this morning though, I'm not sure why” You smiled at him and picked up a tea cup from the small table in front of you. Pouring yourself a cup of earl gray out listened to your father.

“Hm, I wonder why, perhaps you've been having night terrors. I assume you're still prepared for stand training today though, yes?”

“Of course father” You sipped your drink, the hot liquid scolding your tongue just a bit, as Lord Dio had a small chuckle at your expense, you laughed with him, it was humorous to an extent, even if your tongue was a bit burned now. 

Blowing on your drink to cool it down now, the man in front of you discussed plans for stand training today. At some point a servant walked in with a tray of food, none of which your father touched, but you gladly indulged.

You were excited for your next day of learning, your father always had more knowledge to give. So as you ate your breakfast and read another poetry book suggested by him, you were happy to be blessed with this life, the life of the child of the most powerful man on this Earth.

Thanks a lot for reading :))

Fun fact of the post: When I first heard about jojo i thought dio was an old scrunkly man lolz (-_-)