Brugio + being the Don/right hand of Passione while being a couple
🥰 BruGio + being the Don/right hand of Passione while being a couple 🥰
They keep their relationship a secret. During work, they’re professional and keep their hands to themselves. Outside of that, they’re very sweet and loving with each other. Bruno is a gentleman, taking things on Giorno’s pace because it’s his first relationship. Giorno is unexpectedly bashful, but he’s receptive to all the affection.
Bruno is the most impatient between the two of them. He can’t stand not touching Giorno during the day. Every time they finish work, Bruno always seeks him out to give him a hug and a kiss. Giorno does it less often, but Bruno is always pleasantly surprised when Giorno would go into his office and wait for him to finish so they could have dinner together.
During a difficult meeting with some capos, Giorno gets into a bad mood. Bruno can see him get visibly more stressed the longer the meeting goes on. Before Giorno can snap at a capo, Bruno lays a careful hand on his shoulder and steps in to address the capo.
Once all the capos are dismissed, Giorno just groans and lays his head on the table. He’s so tired. Bruno sits with him, running his hands through his hair and rubbing his back.
They’re just steadily supporting each other and that’s what makes it work.
It took Narancia weeks to convince Giorno to take a vacation from his duties as a Don. Giorno finally gave in after Narancia makes a convincing argument that Bruno and Fugo can temporarily take over while they go on the trip.
They go to a nice ski lodge and takes lots of pictures together. Their favorite one is of them on the ski lift, Narancia grinning with an arm around Giorno’s shoulders, with the wide blue sky behind them. Neither of them know what they’re doing, they keep slipping and bumping into each other, but the important part is that Giorno is smiling and relaxed.
"Wanna go up again?” Narancia asks. He turns around and Giorno isn’t behind him, and the next thing he knows there’s a snowball being pelted in his face. Narancia yells and ducks for cover as he and Giorno start an impromptu snowball fight.
By the time they make it back to their room, they’re both freezing and red in the face. Giorno runs a hot bath for both of them and Narancia puts on some music. It’s a relaxing finish to a tiring day. Giorno thanks Narancia for the trip and they kiss 👨❤️💋👨
Hmm. I hope that this is okay. But GioTrish and comforting Giorno after he has a nightmare of turning into Diavolo? I hope that this follows the rules!
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(CW: Graphic Depictions of Nightmares)
Giorno is always afraid that one day he’ll reach a point of no return. That he’ll kill too many people, that he’ll pushed his soldatos too far, that there’ll be too much blood on his hands. Some nights he dreams of Mista, Fugo, Polnareff and Trish lifeless on the ground, in a pool of their blood and he‘ll look down at his hands stained in red, and he’ll hear Diavolo’s voice in his ear, “You’re no different from me Giorno Giovanna.”
Most nights he can power through it. He’ll wake up, breathing heavily, then turn around to hold Trish closer against him, hand on her heart to assure himself that they’re safe and alive.
But there are some nights where the nightmares are too strong. He’ll wake up screaming, or crying, or both, and it startles Trish awake. He wonders when she’ll get tired and leave him, but she never does. She’s always there through every frightening vision in his head.
“Right here,” she would say, laying Giorno’s head against her chest, so he can hear the constant thrum of her heart. Giorno would wrap his arms around her waist as she sits in his lap and runs careful fingers through his hair. “We’re all right here for you, Giogio. Everyone is alive and safe.”
“Where are they?”
“Fugo is only three doors down. We can call him and he’ll be here in a second. Polnareff is in the terrarium on your desk. We can have Fugo get him. Mista is at his sister’s for the weekend. He’s only one call away.” Trish pulls away so he can look Giorno in the eyes, “Whatever you dreamed is not real, okay?”
“But what if-”
“The only thing that’s real is what you see right now. I’m real, Giorno. And I’m not going anywhere.”
It starts when Narancia notices Giorno doesn’t have a lot of clothes. When Giorno moved in their team’s base, all he had was his school books and a duffel of clothes.
“That’s everything?” Narancia asks. Giorno’s clothes make up only a quarter of his wardrobe.
“I don’t buy a lot of clothes. Too expensive. It’s more practical to keep only the bare necessities.” Narancia grunts. He gets it. Some things are more needed than clothes. But that was before he get off the streets. Now that he has a regular paycheck, a roof over his head, he’s learned to grab the things he wants before they disappear. Maybe Giorno has yet to learn the samwe thing.
“But your suit looks so expensive though?”
“This one was a splurge. I had a moment of weakness.” Giorno rubs the hem of his suit and there’s a look in his eyes that Narancia doesn’t see often.
He grins. “You like nice clothes, don’t you?”
“Well.....”
“Come on, I know a place.”
The two of them end up driving around and shopping in a bunch of nice thrift stores. Giorno will admit, he’s not a big fan of them. It reminds him too much of being dragged around by his mom and getting shoved with scratchy t-shirts, too-large pants and stained jackets.
But being there with Narancia is different. He seems to know where to find the nice things and after five stores Giorno ends up with more clothes than he’s ever had his entire life. Floral shirts, jeans with small, cute embroidery, a nice peach coat that will be good for the winter. Giorno can admit he had fun.
“If I ever need new clothes again, would you come with me?”
BruAbba + “We’re both sick so the rest of the gang is trying to do caretaking with varying amounts of success”
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Bruno and Leone are usually the ones taking care of other people. When Bruno gets sick, Leone takes care of him. When Leone gets sick, Bruno takes care of him.
One day they both get sick and the rest of the gang is totally lost at what to do for them. If Leone wasn’t so tired right now, he’d be laughing at the kids’ panicked floundering in the kitchen.
“They’re trying their best,” Bruno chides. Both of them are laid up on the sofa bed, sharing a blanket and body heat. Leone is tucked against Bruno’s side, with Bruno carding his fingers through Leone’s hair.
“Their soup better be edible,” Leone says gruffly. They can hear clattering around the kitchen, Fugo yelling at Narancia, at what sounds like the microwave screeching.
The only upside to being sick is that Bruno is here with him, and though Leone would love nothing more than being taken care of by the man he loves, getting to cuddle with him in their pajamas is the next best thing.
Mista has a habit of getting hurt every other week. Most of the time it’s Fugo who patches him up with staplers, tape or thread. But Mista’s favorite time is when it’s Bruno who fixes him up, who drags Mista to the nearest safehouse or his apartment.
Bruno always scolds him for getting hurt and Mista just smiles through it, despite the gaping wound on his side and the blood staining his clothes. Because despite his stern words, Bruno’s hands are gentle on his as he guided Mista through the streets.
"You can just zip it up, you know. You don’t have to fuss over me,” Mista always says. Bruno glares up at him from where he’s bent over the couch, inspecting the gunshot wound on his stomach.
And Bruno always replies, “I’m you capo. It’s my job to fuss over you.”
Being patched up is always a good excuse to look at Bruno. While he’s too busy fussing over Mista’s wound, Mista would stare at the focused frown on the man’s face, the concern in his blue eyes, sometimes Mista would see him hesitate with motion, like he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing, but Bruno pushes forward with the coolness of a hardened combat medic.
Moments like these give him a glimpse of the man behind the suit. Bruno who’s so scared for all them, who cares for them so much, who would do everything he can to make sure they’re safe even if he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
By the time Bruno is done, Mista is wrapped up in bandages and there’s a cup of tea by his side. Bruno warns him not to do it again. He stands up, but Mista reaches out and grabs his wrist.
People are quick to write Mista of as an airhead, but they don’t know that he’s always observing. He just chooses to keep most of it to himself if it wasn’t his business.
He tilts Bruno’s wrist and there’s a dark red line climbing up from his wrist towards his arm. Mista distinctly remembers Bruno shoving him away from an attack and feeling him wince.
“You’re hurt.”
“It’s fine. I can fix it.”
“Let me see it.”
“Mista, I can take care of myself.”
“I’m your soldato. It’s my job to fuss over you.”
And that one makes Bruno smile. He sighs, tugging his sleeve up and letting Mista see the long scratch running up his arm.
Mista doesn’t have the same first aid experience as Fugo or Bruno, but he’s careful as he disinfects the wound. His hands smooth over Bruno’s arms, feeling muscle and warm skin. Luckily, it’s not too deep, just needs a bit of cleaning and wrapping. Bruno keeps biting back a wince at each touch and Mista wonders when he’ll get a chance to see that cool mask drop for once.
Mista wraps it up in a bandage, before letting go of Bruno and falling back against the couch. Bruno stares at his bandaged arm for moment, a conflicted look on his face.
“What’s with that look?”
“I’m not usually the one receiving first aid.” And ain’t that the saddest sentence Mista has heard from him. Bruno’s looking out for everyone, but who’s looking out for Bruno?
“Hey, c’mere for a while.” Mista pats the empty space on the sofa. “Rest with me.”
“I have to report to Polpo.”
“That can wait. We’re injured. I’m sure he’ll understand. You gotta let loose once in a while Bucciarati.” For a moment, Mista thinks he’ll get rejected.
But then Bruno stands and sits next to him on the sofa. He lets out a long, weary sigh. Mista throws an arm over the sofa, and Bruno leans closer, resting his head over his chest. Mista closes his eyes, takes in the scent of Bruno’s perfume and the steady thrum of his breathing. They’re both safe, banged up, but safe and that’s the most important thing in Mista’s mind right now.
Their first date is one they're unaware of. It's a late night, they're doing paperwork in Giorno's office and they've been cooped inside the whole day and night. At 5am, Fugo looks up and sees Giorno nodding off.
"Giogio, do you want to go out and get some coffee?" Giorno nods and the two of them drive to a 24/7 coffee place. Giorno is practically asleep on the table by the time Fugo shakes him awake and hands him a coffee.
"I never told you what I wanted."
"No need. I know your usual."
The two of them spend the next few minutes in silence, sipping on their respective drinks and watching the sun begin to rise.
"I kind of don't want to go back," Giorno admits.
Fugo suggests that they just walk around. Neither of them like going out because it's usually crowded, but this early in the morning the streets are quiet and the people are few. They get to see Naples as it wakes up slowly from its slumber. Despite its dark underbelly, both of them can't help finding the beauty in the place they live.
They end up in an empty playground.
"I never played much in these sort of places," Fugo admits.
"Neither did I."
The two of them end up on the swings, two teenagers, sharing coffee and stories. This early in the morning, there are no roles expected of them, no job to be done, or battle to fight. Giorno takes a look at Fugo who has a serene look on his face, bathed by the dawn light.
"We should do this more often."
"Yeah?" A smile. "I'd love that."
The two of them walk back to the villa. Giorno grabs Fugo's hand halfway there and sways them together as Fugo hides a smile.
During missions, the two of them are very focused on the goal, if only because they want to finish it early so they can spend more time together.
When they have downtimes (like in stakeouts or waiting for an informant), Narancia likes to hold Giorno's hand and swap stories with him. Giorno's main focus is the mission, but he's always listening to Narancia even if he doesn't look like it.
Sometimes when he's exhausted, Giorno would rest his head on Narancia's shoulder and Narancia would pat his head and keep an eye out.
When they have to run away from someone, Giorno always grabs Narancia's hand to start running, because Giorno knows when to tactically retreat. One time Narancia was too injured to run, Giorno princess carries him and runs. Narancia laughs the whole way because Giorno was sweating and haggard at the end of it.
Ever since Rome, Giorno has a fear that if he looks away Narancia would get hurt. He started studying basic first aid so he's prepared for every outcome.
Narancia never realized how much he wanted to protect Giorno than the mission in Venice against Tiziano and Squalo. Seeing Giorno immobilized like that made his heart hurt. So now every time Giorno gets hurt, Narancia's first instinct is to defend him.
They both get anxious when they get separated on missions, but when they see each other again the relief that hits them is so overwhelming. Giorno is shaking as he hugs and Narancia who refuses to let go of Giorno.
When they have missions with someone, the other person automatically drives if they're not injured because Narancia and Giorno would cuddle in the backseat. Bucciarati has pictures of them.
