After the fight with Illuso, so i guess that’s the title lol
I need abba fluff
Overly sweet abba I.E [SIMP]
word count: 1100
Aftermath
A little kiss to the temple makes you slightly recoil, the gentle affection responded with a wince that showed how uncomfortable you still were.
It wasn't because you were trying to get away from the long haired man's touch, but instead, it was an instinct you had upon the contact that still stung.
the discolored spot is greeted with a soft press, and while such a gesture is sweet, it does little to soothe the pain.
It aches, however, you would admit that the tenderness he shows you makes your heart melt, and forces a little smile to form.
As you close your eyes for a moment while you reach one of your hands to your darling's arm as your own form of reassurance.
Coincidentally, it'd been the arm that had ended in a bloody stump a few moments prior, and you couldn't stop thinking about how it was now back in place.
- like it never happened.
It's only briefly that your eyes find their way to the golden-haired teen within your group.
He's silent, even while standing next to Fugo, and it seems that he doesn't pay any mind to you and your curious peek.
But you're certain he knows. After all, you can feel his gaze every now and then, and during one of those glances, he must have seen you.
Before, you'd caught him staring like he had his own questions, but it was only at that moment that you actually paid him any mind.
Even while introduced to you, you hadn't really bothered to speak to him aside from the initial, pleasant 'hello'.
But now, his entire demeanor and what lay beyond his gaze became interesting.
you actually found yourself curious as to what he didn't say and wanted to voice to you.
You then released a thoughtful hum, thinking over how all things considered, Giorno Giovanna was a valuable asset; a lucky card in your deck.
At the end of the day, he'd somehow managed to tame purple haze; doing the unthinkable and coming out alive from the stand's exposure.
it was remarkable, even admirable how much fearlessness it took for him to do what he did, because while you considered fugo a friend, family even, his stand was another story.
"- Are you okay?" Leone then speaks as he moves his arm so he can hold your reaching hand, and you stop thinking about all the analytical parts of life in that moment.
Instead, you try to focus on Leone instead.
You don't say a word, rather, you purse your lips, barely nodding, your attention still elsewhere even if you bring your eyes to your loved one.
All because you can’t stop thinking about how much of a difference your new member meant.
You owed Giorno, you owed him your life, and it's not because he'd fixed up your messed up shoulder, but because after how nasty your dear Abbacchio had been, he'd still offered his help.
Kindly, without a shred of malice.
And if there was a way into your heart, it was through Abbacchio.
"Mia Amata," Leone then whispers gently, and he sounds a little pouty as he knows he's ignored.
Your mind is elsewhere, and he doesn’t know if you’re too stunned by everything that had happened, or in a sudden spell, thinking about something else entirely.
His lips brush over your knuckles before he gives each a small peck, and after he's done there he holds his position, looking up at you with expectancy, hoping that's enough to get your full attention.
He sounds terribly lovesick, and that's enough to rouse the gentlest chuckle from you, fully snapping you back to reality.
"I'm alright, " you say, guaranteeing him that that mirror jerk hadn't done anything worse than to disorient you enough to slam your head into a brick wall.
All things considered, you could have ended up much worse.
he stares at the bruise on your forehead, and he chews on his lower lip in a way that lets you know he has more to say, but he's biting back.
His eyebrows furrow before he shakes his head slowly, nearly tutting at you.
"I though I told you not to do anything stupid," he mutters seconds before his forehead gently presses against yours, and you don’t mind as it doesn’t touch the sore spot on the side of your head.
There's a mix of frustration and mirth in his tone, and any fool could catch onto it.
- like he's annoyed with you, but all the same amused.
"If it were the other way around..." you start with just a bit of sass in your voice, and he knows well what you mean.
You don’t even have to finish up on what you’re gonna say.
He has no room to say anything because he'd give his life for you.
Easily, and without question.
"...you're going to be the death of me," he breathes with a single airy chuckle of his warming your heart.
he detests the thought of you being hurt, but he's touched by how you'd risk your life for him too.
"Are you saying I'm no good for you?" You say with a little pout of your own, looking away with playful melancholy he scoffs at.
"You're the best damn thing to ever happen to me," he admits without a doubtful eyebat, but you already know that.
- you just wanted to hear it again.
Little scares like these bring out the part of him that's just a bit too sweet and is usually reserved for alone time, and you can’t get enough of that side of him.
"What I'm saying is that I can't live without you, you hardheaded idiot," he says with only an inch between your lips.
"You already know that..." he huffs, knowing your game, aware you're just being a little jerk at that point.
By then he's done with words, going in for another kiss and you smile back, waiting.
You even stretch out your arms so they slide over his shoulders and dangle there as he gives you your smooch.
And you aren’t thinking about it, but one of your legs kicks back creating a cheesy image of a doting couple in the midst of a passionate exchange.
Your fingers tangle in his hair and just when you start to feel warmer, forgetting that you’re not alone, he pulls back slowly, just enough to press your foreheads against each other again.
He breathes just a bit heavier, matching your own exhales, and it makes you laugh when you notice how much color suddenly warms his face.
Before you part, you look into his eyes, and you can’t imagine living in a world without him.
It was an instant ; a single moment that could be measured by a sole heartbeat where it all transpired.
- There wasn't any time in between, yet somehow, before him, various instances flashed.
He thought about the first time he met you, how that little greeting of yours had made him anxious... flustered.
It’d been worse when Bucciarati took notice, because the knowing smile he shot him was a lot more mortifying than all of the encouragement it tried to provide.
“Did your heart just skip a beat?” the other man dared to ask as he brushed past him, following you into the restaurant before Abbacchio stumbled forward, trying to find a way to steady the awful, obnoxious drumming of his heart.
In a single second Abbacchio remembered how your expression had melted at his offering of flowers for your birthday.
It was unforgettable how the very patterns of your features reacted to his gesture.
-Flowers.
The last time he'd offered a woman flowers was at his nonna's funeral way before then.
And it'd only been a single blossom, not the assorted bouquet that had been nervously held before him as he tried to spit out a casual, 'Happy birthday' after everyone else had already done so.
He felt that it were nothing in comparison to the lovely pendant Bruno had picked out for you, or as meaningful as the assortment of things Fugo had given you which Narancia had piggybacked off.
Mista had gotten you something simple, but from what he’d bragged about, it’d been something you’ve been eyeing at that the mall for quite some time.
Leone had thought thought his gift was practically nothing to fawn over, but to his surprise you’d seemed much more affected by his own, simple gift than any other.
He couldn’t stop staring at the lovely heart shape that sat right at your collarbone, the light haired man biting his inner cheek as he cursed himself for not getting you something better.
-Something you were worthy of.
-Something that other people would look at , and know it came from someone that cared about you.
"You got me flowers..." you said, your voice soft as though you couldn't believe it, like you were being given something much more valuable than a few colorful blossoms that would wilt in a couple of weeks.
Either you couldn't fathom that Abbacchio Leone had been kind enough to offer you flowers, or you'd never gotten them before and he couldn't tell which was the case.
Well, there was also the thought that it’d been such a shitty present he actually brought you to tears, but he tried not to think of that.
Anxiously, he watched your eyes as they slowly flooded with tears, your lashes misted by a soft dew as you tried to hold back,
"- no one's ever gotten me flowers," you say with a quiet chuckle, feeling silly for being so emotional over it.
No one had ever done so, but you’d always desired it.
Because, deep inside you were a helpless romantic who's, unfortunately, never been treated as such.
Your confession took him by surprise.
It was the first time he'd seen you cry, and surprisingly, it'd been a sight he smiled at.
He'd smiled in a subtle manner, his face touched by just the softest blush too.
He'd given you a first, and he wanted to be the only one to continue to do so, even if he’d yet to win your heart.
- He though you deserved it.
Romanticism had never been his forte, and yet, according to you , it was like he'd written the book on it.
You swooned at his affection, glowed under his attention and he'd never heard anything but praise from you making him feel like he'd done so much right.
- And after feeling like an utter screw up it was something he couldn't get past.
The restaurant was lit by only a few candles, and the fragrance of freshly sprouted roses tickled your nose.
It was a scene you hadn’t expected.
Looking down at the ground you looked at the scattered red petals as they lead to a table set for two, yet another surprise.
“What...” your breath was cut short as you looked at the man beside you who had brought you to the restaurant.
“What’s all this?” you asked him as he got that teary eyed, yet happy expression from you.
“ I told you... I wanted to take you out for dinner,” he told you while stepping forward before turning back, his hand extended to you.
At that very moment, it dawned onto you that Abbacchio meant it as a date.
It’d been to your surprise that he asked out, but you’d accepted it none the less, truly grateful, not thinking about it for even a second, especially when he’d called it ‘ his treat.’
-His gift to you since the year before he’d given you nothing but flowers for your birthday, and he wanted to make the current one much more special.
When he’d mentioned Libeccio you hadn’t been too surprised, but you’d been happy to accept either way, expecting a simple outing, not an empty venue.
You also hadn’t expected the candles.
Nor the flowers that waited for you on your seat after you traveled through the petal decorated ground.
You hadn’t expected him to hold your hand throughout it, or even pull your chair out for you.
The wine that had been poured for you had caught your eye, because it wasn’t his regular brand, though you’d recognized it as a higher quality, it being yet another surprise.
But nothing had been as impactful as his confession that lead to a proclamation of love.
“You’re in love with me?” you said back with stunned surprised, your entire expression touched by that awe.
He released a little sigh as his shoulders dropped, a sheepish smile gracing his dark tinted lips, “ I was so worried I was too obvious,” he revealed, making you laugh.
Of course you told him how you felt, how wonderful you thought he was, and how you never imagined he’d see you in the same light.
.
.
.
They say that when a person's life is at its end, their life flashes before their eyes.
He'd always wondered what would be true, and he'd give anything to tell you that at that moment he hadn't thought about his past, the one that had haunted him for so long.
He hadn't thought about his decent childhood or even his one weighing burden that had spiraled him into darkness.
He hadn't even thought about the undoubtable pain that came the moment his body registered the brute strike.
Instead, he thought about how happy you'd been when he got you those flowers.
He thought about how wonderful it felt to kiss you, how you felt when molded by his hands, how you smelled of your signature perfume he felt honored to have cling to him.
He'd thought about how he could feel your smile during those little presses, how much his heart raced when you pushed further, wanting more from him.
"-I need you," never before has he been so eager to please anyone.
"Come on," you didn't need to pull him anywhere because he'd follow you blindly, because life with you felt like an entire adventure.
"I love you," it was instinct to pull you close and repeat the words.
"- Don't go," Your little pout always had him trudging back to bed, unable to just say no.
“Please...” that single word could make him do just about anything.
His eyes tiredly trailed towards his stand, watching it take the form of the last face he'd seen, one he could only hope would come nowhere near you.
He knew he wouldn't be able to tell you how much he loved you, how much you meant to him;
How much his family meant to him.
There was no time.
However, there was just one thing left, one last act that would sum it up.
And the single stone shard clutched in his cold hand was the precious missing piece that would lead you to his final message.
Just one press alone feels decedent, and the longer his lips continue to melt over yours, the more intoxicated you become, your mind lost when his tongue teases yours.
Leone has a specific taste that just makes you feel like you're steadily getting drunk by the kisses, slowly subdued until you're melted into putty.
You joke that it's because of all the wine he drinks, more particularly his favorite red, aged one.
You play around and claim that his tongue is so saturated with it that when it dances with yours, it's like you're drowning the vino down yourself.
- And he smirks because he only hears that you're addicted to him and that you're weak for him.
You feel weightless, almost like you'd float up into the air if it weren't for the strong arms that wrap around your waist and pull you in so desperately tight that in your delirium, you are convinced he thinks the same.
Leone, distant to the world and cold to others, never denies you.
He doesn't have the heart to resist holding back, even in his anger and frustration.
Instead, In his irritation he's much more passionate, perhaps less inclined to treat you with the same tenderness he does on a regular basis, and certainly more willing to let his frustrations out on you.
The hands that normally hold your cheeks when he smoothers you into a sweet kiss, find home elsewhere. One is placed behind your head to steady you as the other makes way to your neck, holding it with a little squeeze that's just a bit too rough and thins out the amount of air your lungs can enjoy.
During then you always expect more bites and nibbles, the way he scrapes his teeth over your skin before he clamps down, forcing shivers from you that are full of excitement and anticipation.
It makes your knees wobble the way he holds you still, his eyes darkened as he glares down at you and offers you silence.
He needs no words as his actions speak for themselves.
Throughout, he holds on dearly.
He pretends as though it's always the last kiss he'd be able to give you, and that it has to hold all of his love and affection.
His long, periwinkle strands hold the faintest hint of evergreen woodsy aroma, and his skin is also marked by the same smell, and it cocoons you as he strongly embraces you.
Even if you were at fault, he's the one to crack.
And if you ask him why he holds you so tightly, he'd answer truthfully.
He'd hold the softest dusk of pink on his cheeks and he'd murmur to you that he loves you.
Abbacchio being Jealous, overprotective and chasing guys away, all while still being in denial.
- I love the whole trope where he just can’t admit that maybe he has a thing for her. It’s my cup of tea.
Mind Your Own Business
Leone felt a fire burn within him as he seared holes into her body, glaring at the woman the same way a mountain lion would a grazing fawn during its stalk, right before it pounced.
There wasn’t anyone in the world who got under his skin as successfully as she did, the thought of her tormenting him even while he stayed at a safe distance, steering clear from her.
‘She’s so damn annoying,’ He thought to himself, all while he continued to stare at her, his gaze heated.
Tensely biting his lip, he watched her bend over the round table, attempting to wipe down the surface as a pastime.
Occasionally, she helped out around the restaurant, doing small, minimal things to not just sit around, all of which the staff greatly appreciated and welcomed.
It was almost closing time, and only one customer remained.
Last (f/n) remembered his waiter had brought him the check, meaning that it was a perfect time to tidy up without the chance of slowing down business.
Determinedly, she wiped in firm circles, moving closer to the center, stretching her body to give each inch of the surface the proper attention, and all the while, the little skirt she wore rose.
Abbacchio shifted, growing even more annoyed by her, and what was much more, her idiotic carelessness.
" Damn puttana," He grumbled, his eyes straying aside, drifting off from the alluring sight of her thighs as they were flashed to him, the little frills of her skirt just barely covering her taunt cheeks as she had the nerve to sway her hips from left to right, mindlessly swaying to the little melody in her head.
- Sometimes he wondered if she did it purposely, if she so happened to be so sensual to get a rise out of him, because it was almost impossible to think otherwise.
He tried to keep his eyes off but, yet again, they gravitated towards her, a thick wad of spit traveling down his throat as he caught sight of a teasing, little peek of her panties.
And in all of his poor attempts to stray his gaze from her, he found himself attentive to something else besides her,
‘ - You can’t be serious,’ The long-haired male thought while he focused his sight on the other man as he, too, watched her closely.
'Him again,' Abbacchio thought to himself, abruptly standing with tightened fists, striding over to the man who'd made himself a regular, coincidentally during the time she'd started spending more time around the restaurant.
'He comes in almost every damn day, and he's always last to go.' He reminded himself, watching as the other male kept his eyes glued to (f/n), not even noticing Leone as he advanced towards him.
‘I know just what you’re thinking. I know damn well what’s running through your head,’ He brooded accusingly along the way.
He didn't think twice before slamming a hand down to the gawking man's table, the glass of half-empty wine spilling over as the rest of the plates clattered, " Show's over stronzo," The mafioso said icily, making the other male jump, also causing (f/n) to spring up in surprise at the sudden noise.
"W-what ...What are you talking about ?," The other man said while his face glowed angrily, embarrassed, and utterly ashamed, fidgeting even moreso as he saw (F/n) looking on.
Leering down, and coming closer to the man, Leone's lips stretched into a malicious grin, his face devoid of any good nature, " I said the show's over." He said lowly, "And I hope you enjoyed it because it's the last time I want to see you around here," He added, his grin dying down, waiting for any sign of hostility, wanting a reason to pummel the man.
He could see the sweat that traveled down his forehead as well as caught sight of the little tremor that ran through him during the threat because he'd been well aware of just who'd approached him.
It took him a second after the shock resided, but then it clicked, causing any of the lividness that threatened to overtake the other man to die down, already knowing the consequences that would come if he dared to mess with anyone of Passione.
The dark-haired male that was still sitting lightly bowed his head in what seemed to be shame, moreso humility as he spoke,
“I didn’t know she was your wo-”
“- She is.” Leone said firmly, cutting the other man off with the blatant lie.
Silence soon followed while Abbacchio went back to his own table, his eyes following the other male as he paid for his meal, leaving without a say or a turnaround.
And at that point, Abbacchio was certain it would be the last time he'd ever see the other man again.
Sitting down, the light-haired male released a low sigh, one that deflated him as he tried to calm down his racing heart, attempting to unknot the mess of his intestines as he dwelled over the entire exchange, and much more what had started it all.
He had already grown weary of that annoying little feeling that spiked and sent him into autopilot.
He hated how irrational he grew.
He despised how easy it was for her to play him, all while pretending to be innocent.
“It’s all her damn fault,” He muttered, knowing that it wasn’t the last guy he’d have to threaten, having already gone through three others in the past. "At this rate, this damn place is gonna shut down," He added while he palmed his face, slowly dragging it down its length with frustration before he let it fall to his side.
‘If she wasn't so damn...damn ... annoying!’ He thought while desperately trying to justify himself.
" - You alright abba?" (f/n) then asked with concern, slowly approaching, attentively watching as his tightened jaw moved, teeth grinding against either as she stepped closer to him, her (e/c) colored eyes showing concern while the rest of her face was in the same sweet, unsuspecting worry.
He clicked his teeth once before he maundered over the question,
‘Your damn skirt’s too damn short,’ he started off, ‘ You're showing your ass off,’ He went on, annoyed, ‘ Your panties leave so little to the imagination you skank,’ He thought while he closed his eyes tightly, and by doing so having the teasing mental image of the (color) little piece that graciously hugged the voluminous curves, the cut being so racy it nearly gave him the full sight of her rounded cheeks.
‘You making me fucking hard,’ He complained in dismay, ‘ I just want to bend you over that very table,’ Leone thought while his hands clutched his knees, his nails digging into them as he tried to calm himself.
‘Fuck... I want to tear those panties off of you...
Lift up that little skirt and…-’
“ - Mind your damn business,” he grumbled causing (f/n) to hang her head, a soft blow of air making her bangs fly up.
Why the hell did he always have to stay with her if he didn’t have the intention to talk with her, or even help for that matter?
“Oh well...” she grumbled in defeat.
'I just don't get him,' She thought helplessly because as much as he liked complaining about her, he sure liked to lounge around her, and it was confusing as hell when she tried to figure him out.
Anime Abba if no one minds; Just an advance since I know the manga and anime have different color schemes.
Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’
Flashbacks are in italics = Example
Word count : 3229
After the fight With Illuso Abbacchio can no longer hold back
Stay Back
His glazed, golden eyes stayed trained right ahead as his body sluggishly slumped over the brick wall. He struggled to stay upright, somehow pushing past the overbearing pain for just a moment longer as the strength of the human spirit coursed on within his tired, worn being long after he’d accepted his fate.
Like a traveling sludge, he'd left a sticky trail behind, one that would be evidence of his sacrifice, all of which would be the only thing left behind aside from his cold carcass,
And he was fine with things being left as they were; so long as the mission was a success.
After all, they'd gotten the key, and as messy as things got, it was a win in his book.
' That's all that matters… ' he thought with content, struggling to breath, his sight beginning to blur as occasional little black splotches scattered across his hazy vision,
"Yeah...At least… At least I did that right," he thought with a snicker, albeit a rather bitter one, humored that while his life had been a waste, he’d done just one thing successfully,
'But...there's just one thing…' he thought to himself, chuckling wearily at the recollection of a rather dejected face he’d last seen, deeply wishing that hadn’t been his last memory of her, but somehow grateful that it was, because then he could live on with the idea that he died with her resentment.
And maybe then, she wouldn’t miss him. Maybe then he’d only be an ugly memory she’d be willing to forget, finally getting it through her head that he wasn’t ever worth the worry.
“Just stay back!” he barked at her, looking back at her with hardened golden eyes narrowed fiercely at her as she tried to leave along with them.
“Keep watch if you want to feel useful,” he said in an offhand sort of manner, making her face fall, disheartened.
(e/c) colored eyes then hardened as he followed up with more expected backlash, the woman visually preparing herself for his sharp tongue, swallowing it all down with a quiet nod.
“Why the hell Bucciarati insisted on you coming… it's a mystery to me.” He said lowly, completely turning from her by then, not sparing her another glance after the uttered words.
Frowning, Giorno stepped towards her, his hand raised to touch her slumped shoulder before she shook her head, immediately perking,
“Okay!” She agreed, “I’ll stay here!” She chirped, “Abba’s Right,” She went on, “Besides, I wouldn’t want to get in the way,” She added, an undertone of hurt weaved through the façade she put on.
“So you guys go ahead. I’ll take care of things here.”
All the while her eyes were stuck on the other man’s back, watching as he drew further, his shoulders squared and tense as he went in search for the important item, the other two males following in suit, though seeming just as exasperated as her at the elder man’s choice of words.
“I’ll have a talk with him,” Fugo said softly as he walked past her, offering her a lax, apologetic grimace of a smile.
‘You always do,’ (f/n) mused, smiling back nonetheless, finding his effort to help her to be sweet, yet futile because it never changed anything.
‘It won’t change a thing,’ She added, her expression dying as they drew further from her.
She wished it wasn’t so and that somehow, the cycle would cease.
“By now… She should hate me…” Leone said to himself, his heart weighed down by the thought,
'But it's all for the best, ' he silently added, lazily blinking.
‘It’s better you’re not here…It’s better you stayed back,’ he thought with true gratefulness, a shuttered, thankful breath falling past his painted lips.
He thought of her running into the Stand user herself, doubting she’d have any better luck than he did, because after all, her stand wasn’t made much for the offensive, just as his own stand wasn’t.
Hers was meant for love; to care for and tend others. It did wonders on everyone else, the drawback being that the power was useless to her, something that was befitting of such a selfless person.
She could do wonders for others, but not for her own self.
‘And If you were hurt...I just know that bastard Giorno would have the time of his life fixing you up,’ He thought bitterly, hating how close the two had gotten, right from the start,
“It’s nice to have another healer,” she said while showing off a happy, little, quirky smile, one that made Abbacchio’s jaw clench, and seemed to have its own effect on the younger male as well.
Sweetly, Giorno smiled back, a featherlight blush dusting over his features, “(f/n), right?” He said back, meeting her halfway to grasp her hand, the small contact being something the elder man paid attention to keenly because it bothered him so much to see her cozy up to the rookie as though they were old pals.
“ Bucciarati mentioned you briefly.” He revealed to her, making her smile grow,
“Really?” She said surprised, “What did he say?” She asked curiously, wondering just what her Capo had said about her to the rookie.
What was she known for?
“He said well...” Giorno trailed off while suddenly growling nervous as the words formed a knot in his throat, “ Oh well, nothing really!” he insisted, not wanting to repeat that he’d actually referred to her as ‘the pretty, little sweetheart,’ much more, that he’d actually agreed with him the second he found himself locked eyes with her and she smiled to him, seeming to be the most amiable of the group.
It was easy to tell that in some sort of way, Giorno liked her and it irked him. It bothered him even more so to see that not only Giorno showed interest in her, but also had the nerve to go out of his way to make her giggle, finding any excuse to do so, behaving innocent with each attempt,
"Usually the flowers trail behind you," Giorno started, falling into step with (f/n) as she walked alone, "But today..." he trailed off, humming, "I don't know, " He started, “You don't seem as bright," He added, quirking a brow, stopping right before her, reaching down to lift her chin up.
"It just isn't right," He told her, concerned, the genuine look of worry crossed over his features.
"What do you mean?" (f/n) asked, her dimmed (e/c) colored eyed gleaming up at him, curious as to what he meant.
She knew that perhaps she seemed dull, but to be fair she hadn’t had much sleep to begin with.
"You haven't smiled today," He explained, "which isn't right, as the sun should always shine," He added.
Shaking her head, (f/n) giggled, finding the quirky, little line to be even cornier than Mista’s own cheesy throw-away ones. She was ready to comment on it when his stand appeared before her, the humanoid being’s power at work,
" Giorno," She muttered, watching with growing eyes as a little flower sprouted from the blonde’s hand, the golden, little face of the white petaled blossom facing her,
"Ah...There we go," He mused, a cute, little dust of pink on his own face, chuckling at his own moronic actions.
Perhaps it was over the top, but he knew it would liven her up, and that's all that mattered to him at the moment, because to him, if anyone deserved to have a smile drawn over them, it was the kind woman.
All the while, (f/n) thought of him as sweet, the charming young man being someone she greatly appreciated for his considerate nature, while on the opposite end, the other man in the room brooded, annoyed.
"Tch, " Leone clicked his teeth, his eyes fallen far away from the pair as he ground his teeth together, turning his nose,
'She'll grin at anything he does,' He thought irked. 'She'll just stupidly smile at any shit anyone tells her,' He added, wanting to turn back and eye the cute, little expression, but knowing full well it would scathe him as he remembered just why it existed.
"Shit.." He muttered, trying to push the thought of her away as he realized that she’d yet again invaded every bit of his mind, even during his final moments of what was supposed to be peace.
And it seemed as though somehow, his thoughts had reached her, because before him a small moving blur grew, coming closer to him with hasty speed,
“Abbacchio!” He heard her say, following up with large pants as she knelt before him, immediately falling to both her knees to be more on his level, the skin above both joints burning from the sudden, harsh friction.
He could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, the smell very faintly wafting into his nose as she came even closer, slipping through the personal bubble he’d kept himself in.
During then her (e/c) colored eyes skimmed over him and every beaten bit of him that was visible, visually shaken at the sighed of his missing limb.
'she came…' he thought to himself, 'she….bothered to come…' he added, grimacing.
After he ordered her to stay…
After he'd pushed her away so many times already…
‘You always come to me…’ He said to himself, falling forward, his heavier body almost toppling her over with the sudden action.
"Hey!" She began worriedly, steadying him, slowly easing him back towards the wall to sit upright, “Come on now,” she encouraged him, her comforting smile present as her hands which were firmly placed on his shoulders immediately went to cup his cold cheeks,
“Abba,” She urged him, “ Stay with me,” She added as she gently eased his lolling head straight, trying to get a better look at his paled face with frantic (e/c) colored eyes.
“I’m right here now,” She told him, “ So you're going to be just fine,” She assured him with an unshaken determination.
He squinted, trying to get his eyes to work right, only to find himself stuck on her own shining (e/c) colored gems.
Her (dark/light) eyes looked into him, and as she did so, he felt an electric charge run up his spine at the glance, the powerful bolt that came down on him raking his entire being with unforgiving violence.
He was spiritless in the motion, yet somehow found it in himself to stray his golden orbs away, deciding to not challenge her own look with his own fading will, the man slowly growing even smaller beneath the grace of her sweetly trained stare.
“Quit staring...Quit looking...at me...like that,” He grumbled, savoring down the bitter metallic taste in his mouth, "Tch… you damn idiot," he rasped, slowly shaking his head from her sweet hold, doing so with all the mustered strength he had left.
He couldn't feel anything, and yet it burned, her touch scathed him, the unbearable ache that was present bursting through from deep within his being.
Maybe she was overreacting she reasoned, chuckling wearily, but unable to fight back tears,
“ It’s just...I...I thought I’d come here too late!” She cried out, not able to resist the urge to hold him, latching onto him with desperation, the bloody grime over his body sticking onto her clothing, causing her smell of sweetness to be masked by his pungent gore.
By then his head was pressed to her chest, placed right over her heavily beating heart as she continued to shake, holding on tightly in a desperate embrace,
“For just a moment there…” She muttered, “ I thought I was going to lose you,” she added, little tears still pricking her eyes as she began to heal him, her (e/c) colored eyes closed as she coddled him.
'stop...stop touching me ...' he thought to himself, his lethargic body beginning to squirm as she tended him, her hold on him remaining unmoved.
'stop crying over me,' he added feeling her tears fall over him, the droplets falling onto his face even after she’d expressed her relief, despite the fact that gradually his body began to feel warm again, function slowly coming back to him.
'stop…' he pleaded, his bottom lip quivering, wanting to snap at her and make her go away altogether.
He could feel his fingers begin to move, his gaze beginning to align right with the more time he spent under her care.
“(F/n),” He rasped lowly, her head rising at the utter of her name as her face lit up the sound of his voice. And it was then that she drew back from him, her brightened eyes gazing into his glowing eyes with expectancy.
(E/c) eyes stared right at him, her face streaked with salty tears and as she saw the dimness from his golden eyes begin to fade, her face lit up with sheer joy,
“Leone,” She said softly, a smile gracing her, very faintly taking over her, "I’m so ha-," she started, cut off as his hand that was now healed, took hold of the back of her head, tightly weaving itself through (h/c) strands as he grabbed her,
"Why don't you just stay away from me?" He said lowly, teeth grit together as he shoved her down, straddling her as he glared down at her, " You shouldn't be here," he reminded her, “remember?” he asked her, having thought he’d been very clear.
“Are you an idiot?” He went on, his grip on her hair bound tight enough that it began to sting, causing her to wince, “If that asshole was around still...what would you have done?” he asked her, already knowing the answer.
He thought about it with so much rage it had him shaking,
‘ Don’t you get it? I’m doing this for you!’ He thought to himself with utter frustration.
All the while her eyes were wide as she wordlessly looked up at him, caught beneath him as he continued to loom over her, the sight making his hold slacken for just a fraction of a second, realizing just what he was doing,
“Damn it (f/n),” He grumbled, continuing to look down at her, completely taken by the sight of her in her current state, his vexation slowly dying out.
Through teary-eyed and bloodied, she seemed beautiful lying beneath him, her (h/c) colored strands caught in his hand and tangled there to create the very same scene he’d selfishly conjured up on more than once occasion.
Mindlessly, his eyes then drew down to her lips, tempted by the sight of their inviting curve and thickness, causing his own to press together with longing.
She was filthy now, drenched in his blood, her back pressed onto the filthy ground as well, and even then, it took nothing away from her beauty and much more, the undeniable attraction he had for her.
“It’s so damn annoying when you think I need you,” He told her, trailing off as he came down closer, his lilac-colored lips almost touching her (color) ones, “...even more annoying when you're right.” He muttered, hating just how perfectly she fit beneath him.
They fit like two puzzle pieces slowly being inched together, and he’d already known it would be the case.
“Leone...I want to tell you I l-”
“I know,” He said quietly, “ I already know,” He told her, his heart racing, not wanting to hear her say it, because he knew he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he actually heard her say it.
He was currently struggling, unable to function right, and the single admittance would undoubtedly rattle him, making him do something he’d long fought,
“So quit crying. And quite following me around like a lost dog,” He told her, his voice soft, the words meant to be snide, but missed all the bite they needed.
“I...I don’t want you around me,” He struggled to say, biting his lip afterward.
‘You say so.. but you haven't drawn back,’ She noticed, ‘You’re shaking...And all the while your eyes...Your eyes are so soft,’ she mused, a sudden realization falling down upon her with the weight of a ton,
‘...You’ve been doing it purposely.’ she understood, ‘ But you’ve also been hesitant.’
"...Why do you do this?" She asked him, her heart heavy as she looked up at him, seeing the same hurt crossed over his features as he tried to push her away yet again.
It was a frail shove, but a sign of resistance nonetheless.
‘Whenever I feel so close to you...Whenever we’re just inches apart, you find a way to drift back away.’ She thought to herself, helpless as she was stuck in the same repeated cycle with him.
Yet again, he was so painfully close, but all the same remaining distant, blocked off as though there was a stone wall between them.
"- It's better," He said to her, though sounding unconvinced.
He shook, his breath being both inhaled and released in the same shaking manner as for just a second, his lips brushed hers, accidentally smudging the soft color of his lips onto hers,
“How?” she dared to ask.
“ Don’t you get it? I’ve been trying to fight it... But when you go out of your way for me, I just want you more,” He admitted, swallowing down harshly. "So just quit it already," He begged, "Before I regret it...before you regret it too," he added.
"I'd never regret it," She insisted, "because I lo-"
Cutting her off, he smashed his lips to hers, his palms both pressed to her cheeks as he rocked his body to hers, wanting to completely melt over her,
“(f/n)” He said in between the heavy kiss, “What did I tell you,” He panted roughly, his lips trailing down her jaw, falling over the flesh of her neck with long, wet kisses as his hands traveled down to her waist, holding her still.
“Just stop, “ He argued, also being a hypocrite, occupied with trailing his mouth over her, not being the one to draw back instead.
“No..” She breathed, “Because I...I love you.” She said instead, feeling his body suddenly tense, his actions stopping, suspended as he held in a breath.
“I love you. I love you. I love you so much Leone,” She said to him, her hands reaching for his long strands of hair, the silky lengths weaved through her fingers before she curled them down to her palms, tugging them whilst he released the air in a small, light groan.
‘And I don’t want to ever lose you,’ She thought to herself, eyes shut tightly as she focused on the feeling of his hands roaming over her body, desperate to grip every bit of her.
As she’d seen him bloody, and barely alive, she knew she couldn’t live without telling him the truth that lay locked within her chest, much more when she began to understand his own reasoning.
“(f/n)...I...I love you too,” He finally admitted, breathing along the side of her neck with tightly shut eyes as the last bit of his resistance died, by then the only thing he held back on was the threatening tears that welled in his eyes as his body relaxed, finally finding ease.
First Part : Abba Finding out about a Secret Child
Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)
Daughter’s name // (D/n)
Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’
Flashbacks are in italics = Example
Word Count : 1711
The reader makes the trip back home greeted by none other than the man she’d left behind.
(f/n) did her best to give her daughter the world, forcing herself to show the world a smile that truly didn't match up with her heart, all for her child's sake.
Because, while Leone had broken her own heart, it was no reason to let her own child go through the same wretched pain.
'You'll never know he rejected you.' (f/n) mused, watching her little girl as she opened up her eyes to her mother, the baby releasing little whimpers that begged for attention,
'You'll never know the feeling...' The woman then thought to herself, all while eyeing the beautiful golden orbs which were nearly identical to the mafioso's own gaze.
"It breaks my heart to see you...to know that you'll more than likely be the spitting image of him, and not just what I see now," She started,
" But his smile as well...
His way of seldom...
Even his way of chewing...
- All the stupid little habits he'd acquired throughout the years," (f/n) chuckled with tears in her eyes, "I can already tell that you'll somehow be just like him." she mused.
"In fact, I might just break down the first time you curse at someone!" She added, all while laughing, amused at her own stupidity.
" Oh, My love, When you take your first bite of Margherita Pizza... I just know you'll love it too! It'll be your favorite! " (f/n) then said while throwing her head back, "...And I'll just think of Leone," She murmured while still facing up at the ceiling, her eyes momentarily closed as she thought of the man.
" I'll think of the silly way he'd accidentally take a bite of his own hair, which is just so similar to yours my dear..." She said with the same touch of softness, saddened eyes gazing up at the roof,
" I'll cry my eyes out when you beg me to teach you how to make it...
because...
because...
he'd taught me how to make it just right!" she said while the tip of her index and thumb met, the universal signal of perfection being made,
"I couldn't eat anyone else's besides your papa's classic recipe... as silly as it sounds," She admitted, trailing her gaze back down to her sweetly gurgling angel.
" Oh (d/n)... I'll break down...
I just know it." She said with certainty, the pads of her fingers trailing down the side of (d/n)'s chubby cheek,
" I just hope you never see it, and if you do catch a glimpse of my tears...I hope you never remember them." She said with melancholy.
"I'd pray you never ask about him...but I know that eventually, you will." She said with a small grimacing grin,
" I know one day you'll ask why every other child gets to have both parents, all while your mother remains the same lonely fool I am now," (f/n) said while shaking her head,
"Please...don't hate me," (f/n) breathed, " Please just... whatever you do...
Don't hate me.
You can be similar to him in every way you want, just promise me that unlike him, you won't push me away..." She said with falling tears, holding her little girl close to her chest.
"Promise me that you will always love your mother, ok?"
(f/n) had felt anxious throughout the entire route back to the place she had once called home, her heart tightening more the closer she drew, because she knew that it was inevitable.
She was well aware that eventually, she'd be face to face with him.
She had expected it, but even then while she was before him, she froze.
When he was the first to greet her, she found herself unable to properly function, rigidly standing beneath the golden gaze of the man she'd left behind, the woman nearly struck stupid,
" Ah... Leone," (f/n) said with a follow-up of a short, single cough, her eyes drawing away from him as her hold on her sleeping child tightened.
" (F/n)," he said back, sounding flat as he tried to hold himself together.
He felt his heart race, his stomach being in twisted knots as he got a clear view of his sleeping child as well as the beauty before him.
To him, (f/n) hadn't changed much, except in the aspect that now, after all the time she'd been away, she now held an alluring air that left him intoxicated, his entire body which had once been touched by her, itching to step even closer.
He could then see her face visually fall as her bottom lip was tucked beneath her teeth at his rather curt response, and it made his breath hitch.
'I see,' She thought to herself, feeling her heart slowly cracking, the last bits of what had remained being stepped on by his own two feet.
' You don't seem to want to be here.' she mused, feeling it best to leave in order to spare him the effort of putting up an act.
However, she was stuck wanting to stay, but not wanting to stay all the same.
She was itching to hold him, but stopped by the aloofness he presented himself with, taking it all as an indication that he was unaffected by her, and much more the child in her arms.
'It's not as though I expected him to run to me...
To greet me with a kiss...
To have him ... I...' She stopped her train of thought, inwardly cursing at herself for even having had the slightest bit of hope.
She nodded with understanding, her eyes shut tight for just a moment before she seemed to stare at him dead on, when in reality they glanced above him, too weak to align with his,
"I'm here to speak with Bucciarrati, " She said firmly, her voice thickened slightly as the knot in her throat began to clump it.
'That's what I'm here for,' She told herself, trying to convince herself that it was the only thing she'd come back for.
"- He's not here," he stated, and as soon as the words left him she turned, quickly hiding her face of dejection and disappointment, " Then I'll come back later," She said quietly, choosing to retreat, not wanting to sit through the discomfort and pain.
' Shit.' Leone cursed, ' Shit, shit, shit, No,' he thought to himself, knowing he was screwing up his chance already.
" (f/n) please, wait ! " he told her, his tone begging, something that made her eyes round, the female halting her steps as she heard the loud plea.
" Don't go," he begged her, his voice resonating with an air of desperation that could be detected a mile away.
" I've missed you...I've missed you so, so much," he confessed to her, a hand clutching his chest as he tried to relieve the ache that had begun as soon as he'd seen her draw away from him.
" I'm an idiot when it comes to this," he admitted,
"But ..." He started, taking in a long, low breath,
" But I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was a piece of shit to you.
I'm sorry I missed out on so much.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.
I'm sorry that...
I'm sorry there's too much for me to apologize for," He said while he stepped towards her, moving only by a single step before he watched her stand stiffly still, her breath halted for just a moment as she collected herself before turning back to him, her body trembling all the while.
"I'm sorry that I never told you I loved you," he went on, keeping his eyes glued to her widened (e/c) colored ones,
" I'm sorry that during all the time we were together, I was too stupid to see how much I was hurting you," He told her.
"You didn't deserve it...Just like I didn't deserve you,"
"Leone," she breathed in disbelief.
It felt strange to stand before him while being so bashful, her face suddenly glowing as she felt younger, smaller, and inexperienced as though it was the first time she'd ever laid eyes on him.
chuckling softly, he thought back to their first kiss, remembering she'd made the same sweet expression that had been caught between surprise as well as joy, and so much more he didn't properly appreciate back then,
The lilac of his lipstick smudged over the corner of her lips, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the color invading her face and staining it pink.
"Your first?" He asked her, sounding cocky, pridefully gazing at her flustered daze, finding it utterly adorable.
"No," She breathed before giggling, fingers touching her tingling, purple-stained lips,
" Just the best," she revealed to him, backing away from him, playfully grinning before he reached her, giving her another press, the second time holding her so tightly she could feel his muscles flex.
His lips fell over her, softly grazing hers until she responded back, slowly at first before she came to, not having realized how much they'd gravitated towards each other until she tasted the familiar addicting savor of his mouth.
"Leone..?" She murmured again, small, light tears falling down her face.
'You...You really mean to tell me that all this time.. all this time you thought of me too?' She thought with a heavy heart.
Stepping back, he offered her a soft smile, one that became even gentler as he noticed a pair of large, glossy eyes blinking up at him, eyeing him curiously.
"Mamma?" (d/n) asked, her voice soft and sweet, though still laced with sleep,
"Who's that?" she murmured, wondering just who was the man that stood before her mother.
(f/n) had always figured she'd bawl at the question, but somehow she held back her tears, a soft smile coming into play as she gently wiped back the little tears that had escaped earlier,
"(d/n)..." (f/n) started, introducing the little girl to the man before her,
- the same one whose eyes shined, nearly tearing up, but holding back all the pain of before to show his child a smile of welcome and nothing less,
"Welcome Home," he said softly, looking towards them both while he tried to settle the unsteady pace of his heart.
