PASSIONE

multimuse for jjba / written by guixi / credits in guide

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                    ❝ I’ve fallen off the edge of the world;                               I’ve fallen from the top of the mountain just to rise again.

                                                I’ve seen it from heaven & hell,                                                         I’ve seen it from the eyes of a stargazer. ❞

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪᴏ fʀᴏᴍ ᴊᴊʙᴀ.

ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ & sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ | ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ.

ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ᴄʀᴜsᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴏᴠᴀ ( 1993 ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ  ❛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ❜ ʙʏ ɴɪsɪᴏ ɪsɪɴ.

ᴀʀᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: x

[frmaggio]

                                    ‘ disgusting, FILTHY fucking freak ’

                                      indie formaggio from jjba p5.                                        written by guixi. nsfw / 18+

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okay, so .. i’m terrible with activity but. update! i do have a job now (which might’ve been obvious from my last update post and then my sudden activity drop -- ) and currently i’m just trying to get used to making the most of my time when i get home from work as i’m usually incredibly tired afterwards

i’m not going to promise any sort of activity, but i will be doing some stuff over at my formaggio blog.

i hope you’ve all been well!!

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schismania‌:

        She surpassed every expectation that he once had about her. From the way that she carried herself from the motorcycle’s seat to the ground, to the way that she smiled at him, innocently and at same time, devilish. How could this girl contradict herself in such way? Anasui assumed that this was merely an act to appear tough and be accepted, but why was that? Could it be…? His mind began to wander to unwanted territory until he heard her speak, and he snapped out of it with a quick shake of his head. Eyes blinking in consecutive motion.

     “—Jolyne…” He wanted to oppose to that idea, but not because of some sort of epiphany or moral conscience. Anasui didn’t care whether he broke the law or not, but could he really rely on her to accomplish that? There was barely any information about her, after all.  And what if that man was armed? What if there were cameras all around? His expression hardened as he thought, slouching on his motorcycle with a hand that was brought closer to his lips.  “—Are you sure you can get away with it? I don’t want to risk you.”

Jolyne didn’t let his doubt deter her smile, though no doubt she would’ve snapped at any nobody presuming she couldn’t do something. She’d gotten in plenty of trouble with holding such mindset, and she wanted to point out that she had gotten into their gang in the first place, what was a little shoplifting in some nowhere convenience store?

“You’re sweet, Anasui.” she noted. There was much more of her own feelings behind those words than she would’ve liked -- He was the first one whom hadn’t looked down on her or leered at her. So the least she could do is consider his concern, humming in thought and letting a slender digit tap her chin in thought.

“If you trust me with your bike, you could steal the booze instead and I’ll make the getaway. Then we can park up somewhere once we’ve hightailed it out of there to swap so you can drive again. Does that really sound better than what I first suggested?”

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morteesigarette‌:

Prosciutto would have drawn analogies to the foolhardy pupil scolded by their strict teachers or to a disobedient child chided by concerned parents, but the blond had no formal knowledge of either seeming rite of passage. The former because he had always followed the rules, the latter because he could hardly garner the attention for such concern. 

So, if this feeling of dread were similar to either situation, he figured it was because he felt like he had done something wrong in the eyes of an authority figure. Such a funny little situation to experience firsthand at the age of 25.

“I believe it was due to the poor quality of my work,” he replies straightforwardly, not adding more to that thought in the event that Risotto would want to speak in reply. Prosciutto knew better than to speak out of turn. So he took the silence as an invitation to sit down, pulling his hands out of his pockets to place delicately over his knee as he crossed his legs. A silent prayer began to form in the back of his mind to placate the twitch threatening to form in his fingers as he waited for his capo to outline where and when he went wrong.

Red eyes studied every inch of a tense form; his own face betraying nothing but stoniness as he inspected him. Though he had Prosciutto in his office many times to receive reports from or to deliver some news if Ghiaccio was on mission, to see him seated in the chair practically radiating with an aura of dread and shame might have been impressive in another context. He would not have expected him to be so intimidating to the blond, but noted his respect nonetheless.

For now, however, Risotto was simply concerned. He had more than a good idea of what was causing his troubles, but he figured it was a fine line to tread between interfering with his assassin’s personal lives outside of Squadra Esecuzioni and acting justified on his authority to do so. He’d made it clear that what they get up to, he really didn’t care, so long as they were available when he needed them and it didn’t severely impact their work.

His gaze settled on the blond’s face, and it was evident which one had been breached.

“That’s correct. I’ve come to expect a certain standard from all of my assassins by now, based on the reports I’ve received. There’s no such things as ‘bad days’ for us.” He began, tone unusually light for a man whom carried so much power. “ -- I’ll give you a chance to explain to me why your work is declining, in your own words, Prosciutto.”

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schismania‌:

       The high speed on the driveway, the breeze hitting them as they drove by reminded Anasui of those cheesy movies you’d see playing on a saturday night at the drive-in cinema, full of couples losing themselves in the fantasy of running away together, and leave everything behind. To live young and die pretty—that was the sort of mentality that he’d come to expect from their new member. He didn’t believe her to be so careless.

         A silent nod is given to her response and his eyes immediately search both sides of the road, opting to try his chances at the nearest gas station. There was a vague idea of where he could take her, somewhere where it felt as if it was him and her on their own against the world—somewhere private and without the stares of enraged drivers cursing at them over their reckless behaviour. He wanted to have her all for himself.

       He was not an adrenaline junkie, but having her arms tightly wrapped around his waist made the experience all worth it. Anasui could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, threatening to burst with each second that passed by. It must’ve been luck what made him spot a convenience store near a station like he’d have expected, because he couldn’t wait any longer to see that face again.

         The words ‘here we are’ came out muffled due to the helmet once he parked on the site, raising both of his arms to remove it and shake his head to get the turquoise strands of hair away from his face.

         He had felt as if he was unable to breath, but Anasui suspected it had nothing to do with that—eagerness showed in his face when he turned his head over his companion with anticipation.  “——Well, after you, Jolyne.”

On the opposite side of the coin, Jolyne was all about chasing that rush, that adrenaline thrill of doing everything they weren’t supposed to do.

Anasui fell right into that dangerous territory for her, like he was a drug she wanted to get addicted to, if only for the sake of all the bad things she could get up to with him. For the short while she’s known him, she’d impulsively say they were alike. She couldn’t see Anasui wanting to clip her wings and tie her down.

Jolyne waited until the bike had fully came to a stop, slowly sliding her hands away from him, getting a good feeling of the muscle definition on his body when they made their movement. They came to undo her helmet, lifting it up and neatly fussing with her hair.

“Thanks.” she pressed her hand down on his shoulder, using him as support to slip off the bike, placing the helmet on the seat. “-- Hey.. I don’t have any money, so..”

It sounds like she was beginning to ask him to purchase it for her -- whilst she did have a fake ID over the age limit to let her buy alcohol, she didn’t want to be held up by some cashier triple checking everything and discovering her forgeries. Instead, her lips curved into a coquettish, cat-like smirk.

“.. we should steal it.” she suggests. “You keep the bike warm, I’ll go in and make a run for it and we’ll make our grand escape. How does that sound? Do you want anything yourself from the store?”

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xgodlike‌:

  ゴ   ゴ ゴ  ゴ  ゴ  ゴ 

     GIORNO WAS QUICK TO CORRECT HIS TONE, however it was far too late to go unnoticed. DIO had no expectation that his son would be any different from himself, so there’s no judgement when he notices how pride glosses over his words. Not that he could blame him after becoming the witness of his success. Giorno had overcome the hardships that he was presented throughout his life, unlike his half-brothers. They lacked of the resolve that was needed to pursue a dream, therefore, had less than fortunate lives until they were drawn to him.

                He hides his amusement behind a meek smile, reserving his comment for another time. If Giorno were to meet with the others, DIO would have to advise him beforehand on to act around them. After all, that kind of comment could sparkle a fight among them. He was not looking forward to relieving his own childhood with that sort of rivalry in his home. Peace and quietness was all he was looking for after evaluating them—determinate their worth based off their abilities as Stand users and as a whole. Adaptability would be the key to improvement.

                There’s a hint of interest in what Giorno said, but the vampire mildly shakes his head in return. Taking such lengths wasn’t necessary, unless he was certain nothing would happen during his absence. It made the vampire wonder, was his curiosity that great he’d be willing to take that chance? It came across that way despite the monotone voice that he used to speak, as if the subject in hand carried no importance. DIO could see past his facade.

       “——Only if you’re certain of it… this is his chance to prove himself to you, don’t you think? With a stable foundation, there’s no reason to suspect a house to crumble down by the lightest of breezes. If you do not have faith in your organization, what does that says about you?”

Giorno catches that smile, and he could only presume DIO might have more to say than what outwardly may appear. He didn’t really know if he had an opinion on his family beyond the ones he had formed over the three he knew -- his mother primarily he loved and respected, and the less that was said about the step father was for the better.

His real father.. knowing him now as more than just a photograph in his wallet, a part of him was somewhat glad that his opinion on what very little he had to go on turned out correct in some manner. There must have been some interest from him -- after all, why give his mother that picture in the first place?

His step-siblings, however.. he was trying not to hold judgement before he was able to meet them, though his mind was quick to deconstruct any minute detail that DIO offered about them. One quality a leader should have, in his mind, was a sense of fairness; even if that was not mutually exclusive with kindness. He would be fair and just to his step-siblings. He did not have to be kind.

“I have faith in Passione’s new management..” he weakly defended, as though Giorno had not just expressed his concerns about leaving Italy even for a short while. “I suppose I’m just somewhat used to relying on myself when it comes to getting any sort of job done. If I wasn’t up to doing it myself, I would never think of imparting the responsibility onto someone else, within reason.”

After all, there were certain things Giorno simply lacked the technical expertise for. He might oversee Passione’s books, but it would take a proper accountant to give him the reports he could more easily read and digest.

“ -- But you have a point. This would be the perfect chance to prove himself to me. Is there anything I should know specifically about my step-siblings? I think it’s best if we avoid a confrontation.”

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xgodlike‌:

      SOMEWHERE THAT NOBODY COULD CALL… That phrase was one that he had heard before from Giorno’s mother, but despite her insistence there was always something that drew his attention back to work. He couldn’t cut contact with his clients, even if there was no case he was working on, there was always someone asking for legal advice and such in the midst of considering hiring him. His job was never truly over.

          With that in mind, Giorno’s suggestion was to be expected. His mother had always loved going to the beach, even before their son was born. Dio could still recall their late night walks at the shore, and how it was then when they found themselves comfortable in the presence of the other. Since then, it had become a tradition to go every year and take Giorno with them as a way to remind themselves of the bond that they shared. Despite his distaste for the sun burning his skin and the sand getting everywhere, seeing the two of them find joy in that place made the experience all worth it. He had gone as far as to rent the same house by the beach for YEARS, just so he could see her smile. Reiko deserved this just as much as Giorno did.

          A hand is brought closer to his face to run fingers through his hair, staring at his son through a half-lidded stare. He had caught him in a moment of weakness, not fully awake yet nor with enough energy to argue against the idea, the lawyer slowly nods and mutters and ‘okay’ along the way.

      “——Your mother has been asking me if it’s possible to visit the beach any time soon…” He pauses, as a thought suddenly crosses his mind, and he leans forward using both hands clasped together to rest his chin atop. “——There’s also the possibility of being able to surprise her by visiting her relatives… they haven’t seen you in a while, and I’m sure she misses them.”

It was hard to stop the budding hope that was growing by his words. For now, the issue of what started the brief, but heated argument was buried in lieu of looking forward towards happier times. A trip out with his family -- both parents, not just one -- was something he’d been looking forward to for a while. He had to ask himself if it was truly wise to get his hopes up in a moment he had caught Dio unawares.

After all, the morning was still a thing to come. Sobered up and fully rested, he isn’t too sure if he’ll still agree to the idea, or if work would take precedent. Giorno didn’t want to start doubting everything Dio said to him -- it was simply no way to live, especially not as his son. So, for better or for worse, he’ll lower his guard and accept his words for what they were, holding that hope close to his heart.

There wasn’t just him to disappoint that was on the line. If it was something his mother wanted to, then he would be risking hurting or disappointing her, too, though Giorno supposed she might have a more practical viewpoint on such things than the teenager.

“I would like the see them again..” he muses aloud, brows drawn inward to think. “ -- Maybe we could visit the beach in the morning and then the extended family in the evening? We could meet up and go out for dinner, which I think would be a great way to finish off the day with. Do you think that’s something we could do, father?”

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xgodlike‌:

       HIS ANGER DID NOT LAST, not when it took great energy due to the intensity of his emotions. Dio was already drained—left to experience nothing other than guilt and remorse over the path he had chosen. Maintaining his posture was a difficult task already, let alone keep his eyes open to meet Giorno’s stare. All he wanted was to fall back into slumber, but not when he’d do nothing but prove his son was right, that he was just a selfish bastard who drank until he lost consciousness. He refused to be perceived as such.

  “——I haven’t taken a case yet.” He addresses the last of his concerns first, feeling as if the mildest breeze could provoke his downfall. Hands were pressed against his desk for support, slowly moving around it to get closer to where Giorno was, casting amber hues on his much smaller frame. ‘Yet’, that was the key word, but after such exchange, he could bring himself to possibly disappoint the other by venturing on what that ‘yet’ represented. Exhaustion prevented him from further upsetting him. He continues, shoulders slumping down in defeat. “——Your mother has wanted that, too. Maybe I should surprise her.”

           Bless that woman for putting up with him in this state, for not giving up even when things may have seen hopeless. Dio knew that if she saw him in this state, she would’ve looked at him with that sad smile upon her lips, one used to show of her disapproval. It hurt, even if he refused to admit it to himself—seeing her give up so much for his sake, just like his mother did and for what? for an ungrateful husband that took her for granted. He promised to himself he wouldn’t end up being like that man and yet…

        He sighs, head tilting to the side to rest against a hand that is brought closer to his cheek in an attempt to hide his shame. How could he return to their bedroom like this?

  “——You’re free from duty now, aren’t you…? I suppose it could be beneficial for the two of us. You’ve done well at keeping up your grades.”

Giorno nods lightly, some tension leaving his body upon hearing that he had yet to take up another case. Honestly, there was just as strong argument to be made about his workload, though from the times Dio permitted him to view the discovery phase of his case or go over notes that wasn’t restricted to client confidentiality -- he understand why he was so busy. The defense attorney’s job was always much more difficult than a prosecutors, so he understood.

Maybe, in some roundabout teenage way, he could also understand why he’d take to drinking, as much as anyone in his high stress level of job would. He didn’t approve of it, naturally, but understanding an excuse or reason was always the stepping stones to being more helpful in the long run.

But then he figures this is the same approach his mother took, who understood these sorts of things much more than he did, especially given talks and conversations Giorno was simply unaware of. The greatest feeling that he vowed he did not want to feel is simply.. helpless, to a situation. He sighed, closing his eyes briefly and focusing on the current topic.

“Yes, I --” Giorno paused, brief surprised flickering over his face. “ -- Oh..”

Embarrassment quickly washed away that he looked so surprised that Dio knew his grades. As if he expected someone who was too thrown into his work not to know, and he internally chided himself for doubting his father.

“Thank you.” he states instead. “I’m happy to make you and Mom proud. This is the best time -- more than ever -- if we plan a family vacation. It won’t interfere with your work.. or my studying either. We should go somewhere that nobody could call you and interrupt our time too. It’ll just be the family.”

He hummed, thinking of some suggestions, though there was still something holding him back from being too hopeful. As though something would crop out of the blue and steal away his father yet again. “ -- Maybe the beach? Or someplace with historical value?”

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xgodlike‌:

  ゴ   ゴ ゴ  ゴ  ゴ  ゴ 

THE MATURITY IN WHICH HE TOOK IT was commendable, a trait that was certainly to admire from someone so youthful. He saw beyond what any teenager would and understood the position in which his father was, taking his words about never being interested in a family, as something that belonged to the past. His mind had been changed, and that was what truly mattered—Giorno had become the one to prove him wrong by following his dream with the same conviction and resolve that DIO possessed.

            His comment about being the Don of the mafia provokes him to let out a chuckle, finding humour in it. Any caring father would’ve been petrified at the mere idea that their son could be involved with the wrong people, but neither of the two were ordinary men. Their lives weren’t driven by morality, but efficiency. There were times that sacrifices had to be made for what they’d consider the greater good, placing their own interest above those of anybody else.

             The vampire is aware that just as they shared similarities, they also had their differences. Giorno’s interest weren’t in the power that he had just acquired, but on what he could do with it to assist a country he had come to call his home. As the boss, it could’ve been so easy to leave for a couple of days and leave someone in charge, much like his own father did, but that would mean prioritizing his personal life over his leadership. DIO could not blame him over the decision that it was made. However, the solution that was presented wasn’t one he could agree on in his circumstances.

     “——Expenses are not an issue.” DIO commented, reminding him that he wasn’t the only one with power and wealth at his disposal to make the impossible happen. “——As you can imagine, they still need to adapt to the idea. I do not want greed and envy to be the reason either of them resents you. It could be… too intimidating, if you them a glimpse of your power.”

The fact Giorno did not offer an immediate answer to DIO’s rebuke could only indicate that he didn’t have anything pleasant to say initially. It was not that he had any ill thoughts in regards to his half-siblings that he only just knew now existed, but he was not trying to come across as arrogant. Being a leader was a balancing act between knowing when to flex one’s power, and to rightfully be humble.

He was smart -- exceeded beyond expectations that could be expected of a fifteen year old seizing such a powerful crime family, but, he was still human, and still a boy. Natural born talent could only get Giorno so far, and there came a time when he hit that roadblock that only experience and expert guidance could help him lift.

“Too intimidating.” he repeats if to fill the wake of his silence, desperately trying not to let pride rule his tone. He might’ve failed somewhat. “ -- Have my siblings none of their own achievements to be proud of, that they would see mine as a reason of envy?”

Already so judgemental, and a molecule of shame crossed the stony features of his face. Modesty filled him quickly, and Giorno politely cleared his throat as he reconsidered his options.

“I suppose as a leader I should trust in my workers to be able to handle a task, it is not asking the underboss too much to simply ensure Passione remains stable for a few days..” he reasons, although he didn’t seem all too happy to concede on his solution. “ -- He should not be my second in command if he is unable to handle this, after all. That should be suitable, right?”

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schismania‌:

       The world around them was forgotten with the rev of the motorcycle’s engine coming to life after inserting the key on the ignition, and the pair of arms wrapped around him were the only thing he could focus at that time. The mild reddening of his cheeks also hidden underneath the helmet, thank god, barely giving the others a glance when a hand was waved, and he spoke loud enough to be heard, despite his voice coming out as muffled.

      “——Don’t cause too much shit without me!” Anasui half-joked, keeping his chuckle for himself and leaving the scene with the loud sound that engine made as he does just exactly as what he was told and speeds heading to a road he’s beyond familiarized with.

       This city had been his home for years, growing bored of what it had to offer other than the thrill of finding himself in trouble and getting away from it. Perhaps, not always, and he had a record to prove that not even he was untouchable, but like any other member of the gang, he had learned to deal with police around this area. His cockiness blinding him with over confidence, passing car after another and laughing at the beeping of their cars. Screw them and everyone who looked down upon them—those did not have a place in this world, and their path blinded by darkness.

           Anasui waited until the road became empty to even think about glancing over his shoulder, barely being able to see Jolyne holding onto his frame, hopefully being just as excited as he was. His heart racing just as fast as the motorcycle itself.   “——Where to?”

Jolyne’s laughter rang out in time with Anasui’s at the cars beeping at them, withdrawing one arm from him and tightening her grip with the other to flip her middle finger at those driving, now left far behind them. Not wanting to entirely forsake safety, her arm was quick to rejoin her other, snugly wrapped around the driver and squeezing him a little, chest pressed against his back.

It was an exhilarating rush, like two cats on a highway they didn’t belong on, causing havoc and anarchy wherever his bike trekked. Here, she felt alive, free from responsibility and consequence, letting whatever happens -- happen. She embraced the chaos and the unpredictability to come, welcoming every disaster or fortune alike.

“Hmm..” she murmured, voice lost under the roar of the motorcycle as she considered where they could go.

“ -- Let’s stop at a convenience store and pick up some beer.. for me, anyway,” Jolyne shouted, scoffing out a laugh as, ideally, she wouldn’t want Anasui drinking and driving. Truthfully she didn’t much have a taste for the bitter alcohol yet, but she had an image to keep up, and she was willing to acquire that taste.

“Then maybe .. is there some place that overlooks the city? We can chill and chat, away from the world. Just us two.”

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schismania‌:

      How could he deny her when she had moved closer towards him—the smell of her perfume lingering in the air between the two. Anasui’s eyes remained fixed on her, taking in every detail from her expression, to the peculiar way that her hair was done. She was absolutely adorable to him, enchanting like one of those princesses from fairy tales, it was love at first sight. He knew that beyond that facade and her bad girl attitude, she was just as lonely as he was.

         Why else would she be here?

         His own cigarette is discarded to the ground and stomped on to put it out. Both hands being lifted to grab a hold of his hair and tie it into a messy bun that he wore whenever he got on his bike due to the helmet.  The bad news were that he didn’t have a spare, so a mere glance around is given after she lets him know of what she wants, and Anasui compliance without hesitation. He’d take a helmet from on the other members and use it on himself, handing his with a meek smile to Jolyne.

         “——They will get used to it.” Anasui speaks loud enough to be heard by those that were the closest to them, but he didn’t care. Let that be a warning for whoever even considered giving her a hard time because of her age. They all acted as if they hadn’t done the same when they were like her…

        The thought hadn’t hit him until now that her arms would end up wrapped around his frame, holding onto him as they rode his motorcycle. The mental image of it being the reason why he’s quick to adjust the position of the two-wheel vehicle and step on the peg, swinging one leg over the seat to get on it. Both hands holding onto the extra helmet, giving the other gang members a stern look. “——You heard her, I will take the girl on a ride. Don’t expect me to return any time soon.”

        Anasui couldn’t contain the smirk that threatened to form on his lips, so instead he lifts the helmet above his head and lowers it down, making sure it was well-adjusted. He glances over his shoulder offering a hand to Jolyne. “——Can’t risk hurting that pretty head of yours. Hold onto me tightly.”

Jolyne took the last few puffs of her cigarette, blowing small rings of smoke into the air before she tossed it to the ground and snuffed it out with the heel of her boot. She thanked Anasui for his helmet, placing it over her head to begin adjusting it so it adequately protected her, keeping the visor up for now.

She considered approaching him the way she did a success. In one moment, she had established herself as someone not to mess with, or they’d have to deal with Anasui. She didn’t want to think too long on why he accepted her so quickly, but she wasn’t entirely blind to the spark between them. Maybe he had been given a rough time when he first joined, and just like he did, she went ahead and made waves in the gang.

They’ll be partners in crime -- the only ones who truly understood each other. Living young and fast, filling it up with wondrous moments. Who cared about the future? She was only focus on living in the now.

Jolyne snapped the visor of the helmet shut, snorting quietly at his offered hand, happily taking it and squeezing it as she placed herself behind him on the bike with his help.

There, she scooted closer until the front of her legs almost touched the backs of his, arms snaking under Anasui’s and having them curl over his chest. One went as far as to his shoulder, her grip tight, but not uncomfortable on his jacket. The other subtly sneaked between one half of it, settling on his shirt, feeling his muscles underneath. She was glad for the helmet covering the slight pink blush that took to her face, head leaning a little on his back.

“ -- I’m ready.” she announced. “I want you to ride fast, Anasui. If the cops get on our tail .. well, I trust you’d be able to shake them off. Let’s live dangerously.”

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🖐 @ Giorno maybe?

touch meme // accepting

🖐 – high fiving them

Giorno watched the ladybug try in vain to catch up to the girl going about her day. When he’d seen the wallet on the ground, his natural instinct as a thief and a pickpocket was to steal the cash and turn it into some authority to deal with. He did what he had to do, not commit identity theft ontop of that.

But when he saw something that indicated to him that someone young might have been the one to own it, he thought about simply handing to her directly.

By using Gold Experience, he merely transformed it into a ladybug to track it’s owner, with him following close behind. When he could see who it was trying to land on, he cancelled his ability and caught the wallet, easily catching up to her with a few long-legged strides.

“ – Excuse me, little miss, I think you dropped this,” he began with, halting Itsuki and presenting the wallet to her. He beamed a smile at any gratefulness she might’ve had for the return – in the form of a high five no less! Well, he was more than happy to clap his hand to her mitten, laughing slightly. Giorno can’t even remember the last time he’d given someone a high-five.

“Please be more careful next time. There’s a lot of people who wouldn’t think twice about stealing.” so sayeth the thief.

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xgodlike‌:

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   PAST THAT STOIC EXPRESSION, there lies a boy hidden underneath that is full of hope despite the peculiarity of their circumstances—holding onto the idea that perhaps, he had a chance of having what any child would want, a family. If it weren’t for how serious he made his question to be, DIO would’ve laughed otherwise. His question as absurd as it was innocent, met with a barely visible smile instead.  A moment of silence followed as he tried to pick his words carefully in order to explain himself better, without insulting Giorno or his mother. The last thing that he wanted, was for things to become awkward between the two.

   “——It was never in my plans to settle down, or have a family.” He admitted, aware of the kind of impact his words may have on his offspring, reason why both hands were placed upon his shoulders to grant him some sort of reassurance. His expression soft, despite the sharpness of his features. “——I wasn’t even sure if it was possible, between a human and a vampire…” Words are trailed off, looking to the side before letting go of the teen for the sake of walking towards the nearest window, where the moonlight casts its shine, and alabaster skin seems to glow underneath it. One simply look at the man would reveal a beauty that wasn’t human, drawing the attention of whoever laid eyes on him.

           Those days in which he was full of doubt and wonder felt so distant now ; gaze fixed on the outside world as if those memories were written on the stars. To think that this kid would change his perception of things was a sign that he was destined for greater things just as himself. He continues, barely glancing over his shoulder to meet his son’s stare. “——You have proved me otherwise, Giorno.  Meeting you, has filled me with a sense of pride I hadn’t experienced before.”

             It wouldn’t be easy to digest, he was aware of it, but he’d rather speak the truth than hide beneath a lie. Times in which DIO was so open about his thoughts were scarce—reserved to only those who had his trust. “——I knew there was a possibility that there were others like you.” He finally admits, turning on his heel to face Giorno whilst hands rested on the window’s border. The light against his back casting a shadow that darkened his expression. “——Three of them had been guided to a dear friend of mine, and will be taken to Cairo for me to meet. You’re welcome to join me, if you wish.”

Whilst there were inklings of a boy still hidden behind the golden exterior, most of it had shed in the aftermath of defeating the Boss, becoming somewhat more harmonized than he was before. No longer was there such a strong disconnect between his feelings and his self, though at times it was something to fall back on to guard himself and keep his heart safe and secure. As such, he did not find it insulting with what DIO spoke to him with -- rather finding his honesty refreshing.

Giorno never saw himself as a mistake or an accident, as his mother had never made him feel as such. There was no mistake to have when deciding to bring new life into the world -- only the consequences and actions to deal with after the fact. The only mistakes that Giorno wished to rectify were not ones in his power to control or influence. There was no way to know this knowledge now, go back in time and stop her mother marrying his step-father. What was done was done.

“I appreciate your honesty.” he told, truthfully and meaningfully. “I understand.. I don’t believe there were many vampires out there to draw experiences from with this sort of thing.”

What would that make him? Giorno knew he had always been somewhat different to a human, growing to believe it was because of his Stand, when in actual fact there may have been more to it than that. He made note of mentioning it to DIO at some point -- perhaps there was advice he could offer as a full-bloodied vampire.

Giorno’s head tilts up slightly, silent in response to his praise. The look of uncertainty hidden behind schooled features shown he wasn’t used to hearing such words, especially one that held the position of his father. His mouth partially opened, before closing and exhaling a soft noise akin to a chuckle.

“I am not so sure if being the Don of the Italian mafia is something to be proud of.” It was spoken in mild jest than spite or self-pity; mirth glittering within the vivid blue of his eyes. “ -- But thank you.”

The revelation that he may have siblings -- three of them, no less -- set Giorno into a frozen sort of silence. It was unexpected, and unknown. A million questions raced through his mind in a single instant, both curious to meet them and equally filled with trepidation to do so. Yet, the only thing that left his mouth was a solution to a problem staring him in the face.

“ -- Passione is still rather unstable. I wouldn’t want to leave for Cairo and return to find the gang has collapsed in on itself. Perhaps it’s better to arrange to meet here, in one of my safehouses. I can cover the cost of any expenses or travel, and provide adequate security.”

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💦 for jolyne —schismania

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💦 – eating them out

“Anasui..” Jolyne took pleasure in that he stopped to look up at her. “ .. What are you doing?”

There was no disgust or disapproval in her tone, only genuine curiosity. She was beginning to believe she might’ve said something wrong ( after all, she’d touted herself as being highly experienced in matters of sex ), when his expression hardened. She adjusted herself more to the edge of the bike’s seat when his hands massaged her thighs.

“Do you trust me?” He’d asked, and it startled Jolyne to a silent pause. Struck, that he was willing to ask her before he tried anything that admittedly, she’d never tried or attempted before. She didn’t know either to be pissed or grateful that he figured it out so easily.

“Yeah..” she murmured, hands moving to rake her fingers through his hair, pushing any locks that covered his face out of the way. It felt .. strange to look down on Anasui with him on his knees, but she couldn’t help a certain bud of excitement begin to blossom. Anticipation went hand in hand, and she smiled somewhat nervously. “ – Yeah, I do. I trust you, Anasui.”

Jolyne spread her legs a little wider to accommodate him getting between them, her muscles tensing. When Anasui peeled down her jeans and panties, she tried not to blush at how obviously aroused he had made her, or that he was eye-level with something so intimate. So much for trying to pass off that she was experienced.

Letting her underwear hang at her ankles, her legs were guided to slip over his shoulders, her breath hitching as he was closer and closer until the hot breath against her outer lips had her squirming in the seat. His hands; strong and firm, kept her steady, though didn’t proceed until the grip eased from his hair and she was back to petting through it.

“Ah –!” came the slight yip from her when that wet and hot muscle lapped just a line against her, feeling that taught string inside her tense enough she was gripping his hair once again. Her blush further spread down her neck, embarrassed that such a reaction was drawn from her, but she nothing but concern in his eyes, not judgement. If anything, she thought he looked at her with adoration.

“ – S-sorry, it was just unexpected.. carry on.” Jolyne eased up again and this time, Anasui went slower. Letting her get acquainted with his tongue along the outside, sacrificing one hand from her thigh to stroke down and spread her, feeling her grow hotter, each while reacting to the way she played with his hair. Tight grips like she wanted to pull him away had him direct elsewhere, whereas holding on for dear life made him focus on that spot.

Particularly at her clit, that he teased with the pad of his thumb, or even with the flick of his tongue, sending her mewling and sharply groaning. Jolyne desperately wished she had a bed or pillow to throw her head back on, but settled for squeezing his head lightly with her thighs. She was well-prepared by the time he plunged his tongue inside her pussy, his lips pressed against her folds like a obscene kiss.

Whilst starting out shy and uncertain; once that good feeling and electricity shooting up and down her spine with every twist, every messy ‘kiss,’ hit her she was left demanding more. Her hips jutted and rolled with every desire, pressure applied to the back of his head to urge him deeper. Every amorous word rallied out of her throat ( “yes .. right there! fuck, Anasui!“, “keep doing that, yes – yes,” or plain and simple “fuck, fuck –” ) with his name intermittently sprinkled in.

Jolyne was brought to a release with a long, drawn-out groan to bring it in with much warning, given the way her curses tapered out to shakier breathing, a whole tremble overtaking her legs as they clung around him for any sort of support. She thought she might end up ripping chunks of his hair out with how she latched on.

Left breathless and plastered over the seat of Anasui’s motorcycle, she looked the very picture of bliss. She didn’t know how long they’d last together, but she hoped every day was just as good as how that had felt.

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   “——Jolyne…” He tested out the way it sounded on his lips ; the syllables rolling off his tongue with ease. A beautiful name for a beautiful face, one that Anasui could find himself repeating over and over in his head. He instantly knew that she would be one he needed—his partner in crime. His heart felt as if it was going to burst with how fast it was beating just by looking at her, leaving him tempted into doing more than just that like tilting her head upwards when she addressed him by name. Oh, how he wished to hear it again coming from her lips.

     Anasui smiled, not in a cocky or mocking manner like he was used to, and ignored the heavy stares from the others during their exchange. Those that had stuck around would know what this would mean for the gang, and that was that he’d ensure her place among them. No one would dare to speak or look at her inappropriately, not while he was around.

  “——Anasui, that’s right.” He responds, hesitantly letting go of her chin to step even further back and redirect his stare from her to their curious spectators, raising his voice to catch their attention. “——Jolyne is going to be one of us, so be nice to her.” A pause. Amber hues glancing over at her with a gleam that wasn’t there before.  “——Or I will personally hurt those who give her a bad time.”

The way he’d spoke her name was unlike anything she’d heard before. She thought she might’ve known it all -- the disapproving or pleading cadences of her mother calling her name; the relaxed lilt of her friends. Even the leering catcalls had her grow a thick, resilient skin. But his .. his tone was wistful, like a sigh, or a genuine appreciation of merely how it sounded.

It was an intoxicating feeling she never wanted to get used to. Like all bad habits, she wanted to pick whatever this was up between them and use it religiously. Every warning sign ended up warped into an invitation for her when it came to things she knew her father would never approve of.

Jolyne takes another drag of her cigarette, finding herself drifting towards Anasui’s side, finding herself slotting nicely against it if she was so inclined to. Right now she only lingered -- close, but far enough that she acted like she was being coy. A disinterested gaze was thrown over to the other members he addressed; inwardly racing with excitement that she’d made the correct move approaching him.

“I appreciate you’re looking out for me.. The rest of the gang seem to lack your common sense.” she mused. It wasn’t that she expected them to respect her the moment she joined them, but she passed it off more that Anasui could see something in her that they could not. She glanced around him, noting the bike and gazed back up at him.

“I want to go for a ride, see the areas and territory that you guys have. Will you take me? I trust that you’ll show me everything I need to know.”