Hey, I Don't Know If It's A Spoiler Or Not, But In 'Fate's Binding' Are They Gonna Stay In Reader's World

Hey, I don't know if it's a spoiler or not, but in 'Fate's Binding' are they gonna stay in reader's world or go back to jojoverse?

Well…

I can’t exactly spoil it all, but I will say that they will be together. I think it actually might be a longer series, more than six chapters as I planned. I will probably soon create a masterlist when I finish. I am still thinking and creating more ideas for this story!

I love you anon and all the other anon’s out there!!

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

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

(Yan!Buccigang x Fem!Reader)

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“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?”

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

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

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

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

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

“M-Mista…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey guys…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I love your fics 💜 could you please do prompts #14, #19 and #22 with Bruno bucciarati ?

here you go sweetie! i can’t get enough with these prompts, they leave sm room to think and create things! also yesss i luv bucciarati, i literally can never get enough of him 😭🙏✨💕

Yandere Bucciarati x Reader

Prompts #14, #19, #22

Bad life decisions leave your only outlet to be joining Passione. Who knew that this was yet another bad decision.

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When you moved to Naples, you did for a fresh new start and scenery from where you previously lived. Yes your family may not have been the most happy or supportful of it, but you continued to pursue your dream. It was all fun and games when you arrived, nothing could have been better than that first week there. The weather was perfect as well as the food, and the scenery was to kill for. You thought of your family to be dumb for ever doubting this decision of yours in the first place.

That was until everything went downhill. You had an extreme amount of bills to pay as your job wouldn’t schedule you enough hours due to your lack of the Italian language. It wasn’t that you couldn’t speak it, you just weren’t as fluent as the natives there. Not only were you set aside, a famous restaurant that went by Libecco a few blocks down was drawing more customers than ever over time causing your boss to hoard whatever money to himself. You tried to find the ins and outs of being able to manage without becoming financially ruined, but bills and stress began to pile up until you couldn’t take it anymore. That was what led you into standing outside a prison to meet someone who would help you with that debt on your shoulders. You never would have thought it would have led into a lifelong occupation leaving you stuck in Italy itself.

That was how you joined the major crime syndicate, Passione.

It was hard at first, your lighter going out causing you to mentally curse at yourself for your yet again terrible luck. Looking at the lighter and at your surroundings, you decided to relight the lighter. ‘What no one knows won't hurt them.’ You thought as you flicked the lighter back on. Then that’s when you suddenly felt your side be pierced with a sharp object. Landing on your side, you curled up holding the area of pain and blood.

You let out a blood-curdling scream as the pain ran throughout your body only to suddenly stop. Quickly sitting up you looked at the dark robed figure standing a few feet away from you with what appeared to be an arrow. Blood dripped at the tip as he stood there not moving. All of a sudden the pain dissipated, you finally were granted the ability to move. You had gotten up and with a new level of courage, you felt something within you awakened. Before you knew it you defeated the robe figure and stood against a tree to lean on. The battle left your body fatigued, not used to all the sudden combat.

“Excuse me signorina, are you alright?” Looking up you saw a man in a white suit with a strange black tear-like pattern.

“I’m fine. I’m just tired, that's all.” You replied attempting to stand straight only to fail and slump against the tree once more. “You more than tired, here let me help.” The stranger stated as he got closer to you in order to help you up. He wrapped a hand around your waist in order to support you from falling even further. Carrying your way to a bench, he set you down letting you gain your bearings. After waiting a couple of moments you finally sat back up to get a good glance of the man.

He was young, he had a black bob haircut that framed his face perfectly. His suit exclaimed wealth and his striking blue eyes pierced your heart. The male sat down next to you, checking you over to make sure you were okay. Abruptly you remembered about your initial task in the first place. You rapidly began to look for the item that caused all of this trouble. You dug into each pocket you had until you pulled out that trusty silver light, that was when you recalled the stranger who sat in front of you. Tilting your head up towards the man you saw the certain he observed the lighter, it was like he knew something about it. His blue hues cast an unknown glint towards the object before it shot back up to meet your eyes.

“My apologies Signorina for my rude staring. Do you feel better now? You looked quite out of it a few moments ago.” He asked with a warm kind gaze. “Yeah I’m alright, thanks so much even if you did just set me on a bench. I know a lot of people wouldn’t do that…so thank you stranger.” You smiled up at the man. “Bruno, Bruno Bucciarati. That is my name, I’m sure we will be seeing more of each other in the near future. Ciao.” He smiled in return before getting up and walking away. All you could do was stare at his retreating figure, questioning what his parting words meant. Well now it was time to wait until you had to return that cursed lighter.

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That was how it all started. You turned in your lighter meaning you had finally joined the organization. Receiving the pin you made your way out into the public streets of Naples. That was where you had meant the mysterious man known as ‘Bucciarati’ again. He was already standing outside, seemingly waiting for your arrival. That was when you had gotten an invitation to join his team, which you accepted without a doubt.

It was fun getting to know each member, they were all an interesting bunch with their own personalities setting them aside. There was no problem getting along with them unless you wanted to talk about the rocky start you had with a certain member. They all taught you how to harness your stand which wasn’t very much useful for battles, but for reckon purposes. No matter what they all made you feel welcomed. You really owed Bucciarati a lot. He gave you a family, a family who didn’t abandon you alone in Italy to fend for your own self. At least that is what he had told you. You received no form of contact from your family whatsoever. Yeah maybe calls might have been a problem due to the fact you had to own a burner phone due to your occupation, but you received no effort from their end. It made you feel alone, but Bucciarati reassured you that he would forever remain by you. That you would never be alone.

You soon grew to harbor romantic feelings for the refined man. He was everything a girl could have asked for. He always made sure to go out of his way to bring you happiness and make you feel like you meant something in life. He was always there for you and gave you this new family. Not only was he kind and loving, his looks were a bonus to it as well. You were enchanted by him, how he always looked so handsome yet so calm and composed all the time. No matter how head over heels you fell for the man, you never would have told him your feelings. What were the chances of this man loving you back? The chances were slim and you didn’t want to ruin anything you had with him. He gave you so much and you repaid it with petty love.

You were on a mission involving you to collect some data from the cops who had patrolled the area. Someone was sneaking around and planting drugs for others to collect. Bucciarati sent you because there was not much needed action and all you needed to do was say his name. Everyone knew Bucciarati as a wonderful kind young man. He did whatever he had to do to ensure everyone's safety and happiness even though he was involved in Italy’s number one syndicate. Walking around the corner you saw the two police men you had to question, but what you also saw was your family. Their faces lit up with distress as they continued to bombard the annoyed police men with questions.

Step by step you let your heart take over from the longing it had to reunite with your family. There you were, standing behind the people you loved who were too busy to notice your presence. “...Mom, Dad?” They shot around to look at you, their faces lightening up with relief. “Where have you been?! You never answered our calls and responded with these weird emails! We had enough and decided to visit. When we went to your apartment your landowner stated that you had been missing for some time! We told you staying here was bad! Come along, we're going home!” Your parents declared grabbing your wrist and beginning to drag you behind them to be only stopped by a swift ‘zipping’ noise. You quickly turned around to get a glance at your attacker which resulted in a blunt force hitting your head, knocking you right out.

You let out a groan as you regain consciousness, the throbbing from your head making you slowly rise from whatever you were laying on. Eyes widening you remembered what had taken place before then. You had found your parents looking for you only for them to throw some accusations at you and take you home. Shortly after that you heard a familiar sound and then it was lights out. That sound, you remembered it from somewhere…what was it? A door opening interrupted your thought process and caused you to be on guard. Your stand summoned by your side, the small thing floating right next to you not looking like much of a threat. When the person entered the room you immediately let your guard down. Relief washing throughout your body.

“B-Bucciarati, thank goodness you're here! I have no idea where we’re at or what happened. I saw my family and someone attacked us…” You spoke only for your last line to die out. Attempting to stand up, you felt nothing coming from the waist down. Hastily looking down you saw nothing where your legs should have been. Snapping your head back up you looked at the culprit himself, Bruno Bucciarati.

“Why? What are you doing? Why are my legs gone? Answer me!” You screamed as Bucciarati came closer and took a sit on the bed next to you. He let out a small chuckle and reached over to grab ahold of your hand. His olive tanned fingers intertwined with yours. “Mia Bella, you asked too many questions. They simply had to go, they were compromising my plan to be with you. If you would’ve left, you would’ve left me behind and later on would’ve had to deal with the boss's wrath for your treachery. I had to save you cara, and saving you meant getting rid of them.”

You sat there, letting his words sink in. Not only did he just simply confess his hidden feelings, but he threw in how he saw fit to get rid of your family. Yanking your hand away from his, you used your arms to propel your legless body away from him. Even though it didn’t reach far, he just told you that he killed your family. Unexpectedly you felt cold droplets hit your skin. A knot causing you to rack out a sob, your body curling in on itself. Bucciarati moved closer to your wallowing form, arms scooping you up pulling you into his warm embrace. His hand soon met the cold wet teary skin of your cheek. “Darling why are you crying? I took care of the problem! They were going to take you away from us, from me. All this time I knew how you felt, no need to hide your feelings from me anymore mia bella. Ever since I met you that day, the day of your test in order to join Passione. I was so confused on why such a beautiful girl with a bright future would ever be caught up into the criminal underworld. That’s why I need to protect you, we live in a cruel world (Y/N). Ti amo, cara.” He sweetly cooed as he continued his affectionate act.

No matter how hard you tried, the tears kept coming. Even though your family thought against you moving here, they only tried to think about what was best for you. Now you can never see them again, all due to the person who saved you from your own mistake. “Please don’t cry. Show me the smile I love so much! The smile I saw the first day we met when we sat at that bench and were able to grace each other with our names.” He shifted away from you, only coming to wrap his arms from behind you. Closely he nuzzled his face next to your neck, his nose brushing over your jawline. You could feel a coy smile forming on his face as he squeezed you closer. “You don’t need to worry anymore. You don’t need your family, friends, or Passione. You have me. When we defeat the boss, you’ll be safe. So rest now mia cara…”

“You’re safe here in my arms.”

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

After returning to your world, you have time to reflect on the past events that took place. Was it really a dream?

(Yan!Buccigang x fem!reader)

You’ve always been a fan of the franchise Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. It may not have been everyone’s top favorite, but it didn’t stop you from enjoying it. Recently they've been turning the manga into anime adaptations and you’ve watched them with the loyalty of a fan to the series. After finishing Golden Wind, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Sure maybe your unhealthy attachment to the characters was a little concerning, but you were still pretty upset of their inevitable deaths.

When it had ended it felt weird. You didn’t want to move onto the next part, you didn’t want to fast forward in time by ten years to watch the new Jojo go through their own journey. You didn’t want Golden Wind to end, especially like that. Once Golden Wind was over, it was over. There wouldn’t be as much hype for it as it was during their release time. You would never get to see the characters you held dear to your heart, it was sort of like a one hit thing. Their story never to really be elaborated about again.

You grew to love these characters, how each struggled with their own personal hardship and overcame it astoundingly. Turning themselves into who they were present day and the pain they had to endure to get there. They were all so unique and special to you, only for them to become some of the sacrifices that were part of the whole franchise anyway. They all felt a little too real, their problems, mannerisms, it felt like they could be an actual person you meant anywhere. Yet no matter what, they were still people you found captivating.

Giorno, the main Jojo of the part with a kind and noble soul of becoming a gangstar. He always looked so elegant with his three-part swirls in his hair that went down to become a sophisticated braid. His backstory left you sympathizing for the poor teenage boy, and knowing the hardships he had to overcome was also sorrowful with the death of his comrades. Yet in the end he managed to become a refined don of Passione carrying the spirits of his dead friends.

Bucciarati, the classic jobro to go along with the Jojo of this part. He was as well distinguished and alluring as the others. His will to come back from the afterlife to assist his teammates from the corrupt boss made you almost alone cry with tenderness for the 20 year old man. His noble sacrifice was one that wouldn’t go in vain, he should have lived to see his righteous decisions be played out to the very end.

Mista and Narancia, they were the goof-balls you loved the most who were able to bring smiles to everyone's faces in the most terrible situations. They were as stunning as the others just in their own quirky way. It was a shame Narancia had to go at such a young age after finding out what he had wanted to do in life and planning what would happen after the bosses defeat.

Abbachio was different, but in a good way. He stood out amongst the others with a backstory just as jarring as the others. It made you feel bad for the ex-cop and wish he had a chance to actually smile in his life.

Then there was Fugo who had left too soon. He was just as remarkable although he would have been a major help in battle against the boss. Sometimes you thought that there might have been less character deaths with him around. Even so, he was not to blame. He had his own virtues and he followed them even though in the end, they were wrong.

Regardless, they all held a special place in your heart and you were sad to see the golden wind end. Never again in the future to really get the spotlight as it once had during its run. You truly were going to miss it. All you wanted was the chance to make them happy and yourself knowing they would be alive and well…

That’s where you came in.

Your strong heartfelt emotions for them were able to manifest a way into their world, and with that you were able to change the inevitable storyline. You formed strong bonds with all of them, gave them pointers, and most importantly stopped them from meeting their end. The time spent with them was breathtaking and taught you the beauty of life. Even so, you saw them grow as people and overcome their hardships together which made you feel like you have done actual good in the world. Good that contributed to helping others in need.

You woke up in your regular bed, not the sofa you’ve grown used to sleeping on in Coco Jumbo. Ever since you came back to your own world, you’ve found out nothing has changed. You checked your manga’s, skipped to certain parts of the show. It was like you were never there. Was it all really just a dream? A really lucid dream at that? You swore that you sat next to Giorno himself, you swore that you pushed Narancia out of the way before he could be killed, getting cut in the process. Pulling the white t-shirt you wore up, you checked your hip for the scabbing of the wound. Yet there was nothing there. What had really happened? It couldn’t have been a dream.

Slumping back on your bed you let your tears out. It felt all too real to be a dream, you didn’t want it to be a dream. You talked to them, told them how amazing they were, gave them another chance to live. Your fear has become reality…

It really was a dream.

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It had been a few weeks since your ‘vivid dream’ with the events of Vento Aureo and the struggle to save Bucciarati’s gang. You had continued on with your life, working and attending your classes. You had your best friends along with you to help you out of the whole situation. By helping out, just making fun of your very imaginative dreams. You were mildly upset at first, but came to terms with it knowing who they were and how easily they could make you laugh. Soon it all became a dream to you, a dream you wish you could have again.

Today you went to your classes and had work immediately afterwards, just like any other day. Class left you tired as always, yet today made you feel drained more than ever before. All day you’ve had a strange feeling something would happen and Nana, one of your best friends, caught on. Shakily you dismissed it saying it was probably the upcoming essay that was due way too soon for anyone to comprehend. Letting out a groan you leaned against Nana who was sitting there scrolling through different social media apps she owned. “I don’t wanna go…” You moaned up, shutting your eyes fully relaxing on her still form. “Well you still owe me ice cream from last time and you need to pay your rent. Sorry I don’t make the rules.” She stuck her tongue out and moved away letting your body hit the concrete bleacher. “Why must you attack me like that? Fine, I’ll go. By the way I don’t owe you anything!” You smiled and gave a wink before slinking off towards your workplace.

Work was terrible. If anything could go wrong, it would have been today. A old grandmother with a stray cat came into the cafe accidentally letting it go, leading it into destruction of the front display. Not only that, but your boss decided to cut everyone’s hours because of his belief that he was paying everyone too much. Clocking out, you grabbed your sweater and made a bee-line home. You lived alone outside the school, preferring not to stay in the dorm rooms by how crowded and messy they got.

Standing in front of your door, you reached into your handbag and took out the keycard to your flat. Swiping the card in place it blinked green verifying your access. You were greeted by a dark living room of silence. Flipping on the lights, you set your bag next to the door and slipped off your shoes leaving you in your socks. Humming your favorite song you turned to walk further into your apartment until you heard a little thump. You stood still, eyes widening from fear. You grabbed the closest thing next to you, which was a tiny succulent plant in a thick terra-cotta pot. You moved closer to your bedroom where more thumping and mumbling. Slowly opening the door and flicking on the lights made you stop in your assault. There stood the six men you spent three weeks in 2001 Italy with, standing right in front of you.

“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?"

Hello there! I saw that requests were open! I hope I don't sound rude but is it possible to have a scenario where Josuke and Giorno have nightmares of being a yandere and when they wake up, S/O comforts them?

awww ur not sounding rude at all! i love answering requests and stuff! i would have my requests closed if i didn’t want anyone to request anything so don’t worry! (о´∀`о)♡☆

Yandere!Josuke & Giorno

Josuke and Giorno have a terrible nightmare and get awoken to be comforted by s/o.

Warnings: Gore, Suicide, Bone-Breaking

Josuke:

The repeated noise of a banging body echoed throughout the house. Josuke let out a little sigh before shaking his head and completing the finishing touches of the good morning breakfast for his sweet girlfriend. His large hands grabbed the side of the tray handles and made his way up to the far room in the house's corridor. Summoning Crazy Diamond, it opened the door for him allowing him to make way to the plushy bed in the small room. “Hey babe you have to stop throwing yourself against the wall like that. Ya know if you keep doing it mom won’t be happy and will throw us out…you wouldn’t want that to happen to us right?” Josuke asked, looking over at the tied up gagged girl in the corner. Her head shaking side to side in response to his outrageous remark. “Of course you wouldn’t! What kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t love me? Anyways, I made you breakfast in bed. I made sure to make it the way you liked it that day when you, Okuyasu, and I went to Deux Magots. Gosh the look on your face that morning was the cutest.” Josuke set the tray of food down at the head of the bed before walking over towards the tied up girl. His baggy school uniform crinkled as he got on top of the bed trying to pin the girl down in order to take her restraints off.

Josuke gave one of his diamond smiles before unwrapping the gag around her swollen pink lips that had been irritated from the excessive amount of time the gag had remained in place. “I-I don’t want your food-” “Of course you do, I made it with love and care! It will help give your body more strength after what happened last time, baby. We don’t want that to happen again do we?” Josuke asked, still beaming at the girl like nothing he had said had been wrong. The passive aggressive threat made the girl go rigid and silently huffing away from the muscular male. “Whatever, just give me the damn food anyway…” You grunted, turning away not to meet the ocean blue eyes staring in adoration. “See I knew you were hungry. Now open wide.” Josuke uttered while bringing the fork of scrambled eggs towards your swollen lips. After a moment of no compliance to his demand, he brought his left hand upon your left leg. A shriek of pain escaped the poor girl's lips and eyes squinting resulting in the pricks of tears coming out on the corner of her eyes. You scooted away as fast as your bounded limbs could take you before you felt a large firm hand gripped your waist. “Come on now if you want me to heal that nasty wound of yours from last time, you better be a good girl and open wide.”

Slowly you opened your mouth allowing the lukewarm spoonful of food to enter your mouth along with the mixture of bitterness from your tears. “See it wasn’t even that hard? We may have had a rough start but keep doing that and you may even get to come out of the room today. Only for a little bit thought since ya know mom will be coming home eventually.” Josuke continued to feed you spoonful by spoonful until there was nothing left on the porcelain white plates. Josuke, coming closer, planted a faint kiss on your lips. His lips moving in a passionate motion trying to convey his deep love for you into one gesture. Pulling away, he gazed at the sight of you on his bed all tied up for him.

“Babe you wouldn’t be tied up like this if you just didn’t stop lying to yourself now.” He voiced. He then shifted his gaze down to your blue and purple disfigured leg. Ever so gently he brushed his calloused fingers upon your bruised skin causing you to wince in pain and gain slight goosebumps from such the delicate touch. “You know…that hurt when you betrayed my trust like that. Pretending you loved me just to toy around with my feelings so you could escape.” His hand then trailing to the other unmarked leg. “ I just want to live in this world of you and me, everything I imagined our relationship to be to play out. It hurts you know, having to be forced to come to the realization that my sweetheart didn’t wanna be with me. It’s okay now, because you love me right? Tell me how much you love, tell me right now!” Josuke screamed before a sickening snap was heard throughout the room followed by an excruciating squeal. “Oh baby I’m so sorry, but you should have told me you loved me.”

Suddenly a jolt ran through him, making him shoot up the bed. His eyes frantically looking around the room before looking at your worried eyes gazing upon his sweetened form. “Josuke w-what happened? You started screaming in your sleep a-and stuff.” You muttered underneath the fluffy duvet. “A-Ah sorry babe I just…I had a rough dream ya know? You were hurt and I caused that hurt. You didn’t love me and wanted to leave me…” Josuke uttered before sweeping his diamond blue eyes to look at you. “Whatever you were dreaming about never happened, look where you are in your bed right now sleeping. We have to wake up early tomorrow so we should get some rest my love. You wouldn’t wanna mess up your hair right now, so come on Josuke lets get some rest” You voiced before pulling his large form down and snuggling into him. The boy let out an exhausted sigh before adjusting you in his grasp. “Hey baby…tell me you love me.” Josuke whispered. “I love you Josuke.”

“I love you too baby, I love you too.”

Giorno:

It was his fault. You were another person he cared about to leave him behind and get swept up by that cursed infamous golden wind. The only thing he had left was himself, him alone with the weight of the underworld of Italy on his shoulders. Everyone who had come to be dear to him was all gone.

The whimpering and sobbing of a hundled form reminding him of this as a puddle of blood leaks from the figure. It was all so sudden, so fast. One moment he came back from a long day in the office signing contracts and making deals seeking the comfort of love from his darling. Then the next moment was a short monolog of how much of a terrible person he had been and now she was going to end it herself. Not only did his beloved elaborate how the sweet kiss of death was better than a kiss from him and that he was to blame for their teammate's death.

Before Giorno could interject or summon Golden Experience Requiem to stop what was going to happen next, a box cutter from god knew where it was in the eye of the one he oh so wanted to protect. He quickly ran over to her checking her injuries and pulse to find that nothing was there, empty just like the shell of Narancia’s body. Giorno stared at her body for a few moments letting her passing sink in. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he bellowed out with a loud raspy cry. Giorno, not being able to look at her body, began to shrivel his way into the corner of the luxurious room. Instinctively he began to curl up into a small ball as he once did whenever he felt stressed or scared as a child, as Haruno Shiobana. The side of him he always wanted to suppress came out quicker than a bolt of lightning, quicker than the death of his companions. All he ever wanted was to protect his remaining light in the world from being tarnished by the ones who wanted to tear them apart before when the gang was together. He never wanted them to be hurt and scared like him, but here she lied…worse than he could have ever imagined.

Giorno’s emerald green eyes began to flicker around the room, the once bright eyes that looked around the world to try to change it for the better had finally lost all the light luster that was left in them. He dragged his way over to his beloved before touching the blade that stuck out of her eye turning into a pure white lily to represent his pure undenying love for her. In a matter of minutes the room had been engulfed by white lilies. A delicate flower bed once like Narancia’s surrounded his dearest, hiding the stillness of her chest. It looked like she was a sleeping princess ready to be woken up any minute by her prince charming. Quietly he took a black ball point pen out of his black coats jacket before gazing at it then over to his love.

“Do not fret cara mia, we have a chance to live again although…forever” Giorno said, driving the said pen into his throat.

Before the pen came in contact with his skin, he let out a loud gasp and was roughly rustling on his side. “Giorno, Giorno wake up! Stop y-your scaring me, wake up-” You said, tears pricking out of your eyes and onto your arms as you held Giorno close to your chest. Giorno could only stare at (Y/N), eyes widened in disbelief after the vivid scenario he had to live through due to what his scarred mind had created. “Amore…you're alive.” He mumbled out, raspy gasps for air in order to comprehend what was happening in the current moment. “O-Of course I’m alive, I’ve been right here the whole time…GioGio what happened? Why are you looking at me like that?” You shakily asked.

Giorno began to curl up into your touch, just trying to intertwine his body into yours making sure his beloved was actually alive and well. “C-Cara…you hated me, you blamed me for everything that happened. T-Then you killed yourself saying it was my fault as well, you never loved me. You s-said you would rather kill yourself than l-love me. I-I love you so much care mia I just want you to love me b-back. You killed yourself I-...you w-would never do that, right?” Giorno quivered before tightening his grip on your body trying to shovel as much of his darling as he could to himself. “No, why would I ever do that? All you have ever treated me was kind and I adore you. I would never leave you and point the blame at you, afterall we all knew we were in danger but kept up our sense of justice to defeat that thing we called a boss. Giorno looks at me…I’m right here and never going anywhere.” You said with a delicate going up to cup his moistened tender tear-streaked cheeks and caress it with care. A weak smile was all you could feel against your hands as he nuzzled his face into your touch, sinking into the bed to relax once again.

In the corner of the room under the moon lite gaze was a pair of iron bonds enveloped by yellow daffodils.