Dec 23, 2025
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Lipstick
in my heart the abbafugo dynamic resembles nothing so much as this onion article
Fugo how do you think your life would be if you date each member of your little group you have like in different timelines
“uh...mmm. It's a bit weird to think of it like that. I love them a lot, but not in the way how I'd want to date them, I think... doubt any of them would really be up for it, either. Mun has-....” He stares at Umi for a while, looking like he could have known she'd go haywhire over romance talk. “....-a lot. To say about it, though. The floor is yours...”
(ooooooohhhhh!!!! *screams of the rooftops* OOOOOOOOHHHH!!! welcome to golden territory!! FugoXeveryone, oh hell yeah!! (just doing the canons for now))
Bucciarati Bucciarati and Fugo would be an absolute power team, they’d be communicating in a way that’s bringing up speculations on whether they’re actually telepathic. They just naturally feel what the other needs at the moment. Long private strategy sessions, spinning around each other and closing in, that end up in shy hand-holding and kissing. Bucciarati always waits for Fugo to initiate it, to be sure he's fine and ready for it. He's very careful with him. Bucciarati knows how to handle Fugo’s self-destructive tendencies well, without making him feel less or like he’s a trouble to his elder. The problem with them though, is that Fugo would put Bucciarati on too much of a pedestal and would lose sight of Bucciarati’s weaknesses. And that’s not a topic Bucciarati would address. But it would take a toll on their relationship without a doubt. In turn, Fugo would brood in silence over how super social Bucciarati is. He’d easily feel neglected. And there’s the hurdle of transferring from high admiration to equal lovers. will there ever come a time where they’ll be on first name basis? probably not... The one time, Fugo muttered ‘Bruno’ in a small voice and Bucciarati replied with ‘yes, Pannacotta?’ it was just so horribly awkward, it never happened again, EVER. Would it last? Yes. But only in the sense that neither would admit on giving up. they both would be running into complications on it, it wouldn’t make them very happy, but they'd be content enough.
Abbacchio This would work well. Fugo is one of the few Abba can hold a decent conversation with. Fugo wouldn’t condemn him for the saltmine coming loose once they get to deep conversations. Abbacchio isn’t exactly booksmart, so he can’t always keep up with ‘what’s this brat spewing on about now?’, but he loves to just sit and listen to Fugo going on and on about this tidbit of historical knowledge he found. Abbacchio is the best person to handle Fugo’s tantrums. ‘no, not now, think with your head *slap against the back of Fugo’s head*’, his tactic is diversion. just force Fugo to completely focus on something different and the topic of his anger will evaporate. Fugo would bring out the caring side of Abbacchio, without it turning absolutely one sided. Fugo would hear Abbacchio out on his troubles too, without getting pushy on it. he does, however, tend to say a bit too much. he won’t catch on to the moments where he’s supposed to just shut up and hold the other. Would it last? no, not at all. the very instant the both of them get too comfortable, they’ll be like ‘okay, this lasted long enough, let’s not.’ because why would you NOT destroy happiness with your own two hands, in stead of waiting for it to crash and burn??
Mista Oh geez, this would be one hot mess of a dumpster fire! It’s a ride Fugo NEVER AGREED to be in, but that doesn’t mean it’s not enjoyable. Mista just drags him along like a puppy, saying ‘c’mon, we’re going to have a great time!’ Mista would show him off. everyone needs to know this beauty is his ✨boyfriend✨. even though Mista tends to be flirty, he is super loyal to him. the moment Fugo would as much as make a sound over Mista talking to someone, he’d be like ‘don’t be mad Pannacotta, you know I only have eyes for you~’ It’s wild and intense and overwhelming. Fugo would not quite come to his right in it and it would get kind of suffocating for him on the long run. Guido doesn’t know how to respect boundaries either. Fugo would start fights, one-sidedly, a lot. both in words and fists. Mista wouldn’t easily be taken aback on any of it, though. Almost patronizing, he’d reply like ‘okay well, you do you...’ and take very little of the criticism. Then there’s the entire tetraphobia matter. Fugo would often lose his patience on it. But he’d also try his hardest to be helpful on it. He would look up on the phobia, it’s origin and how to deal with it. He would tell him it’s not an uncommon superstition and throw the theory behind it. Mista doesn’t usually get it. But when Mista’s having anxiety over it, Fugo doesn’t question its bizarrity and searches for ways to snap him out of it by making the topic either 3 or 5. usually 3. because destroying stuff is easy. Would it last? not a chance. Fugo gets mean on break-up. in particularly heated arguments, he’d be the kind of petty asshole who would take every book, text, dictionary around the house and HIGHLIGHT 4 letter words. ALL OF THEM They’re in the type of relationship that goes horribly wrong after a month, but they forgot that happened like half a year later and try again, failing miserably once, twice, 10 times more.
Giorno His relationship with Giorno is a strange one. The events of Man in the Mirror had Fugo starstruck and he thought very fondly of him since. But it came to crash and burn down when he found that he was the mastermind behind usurping the boss. Fugo loathes himself for the decision he made at that day, but a large part of that hate is to prevent himself from blaming either Bucciarati or Giorno. Because he knows Giorno is dangerous if he wants to. All the more as his new boss. At the end of Purple Haze Feedback, they have a very beautiful conversation and Fugo swears loyalty to him. It was the only way for him to move on after everything that happened. But they were also very sincere and shared memories that others wouldn't understand. He's also the only one who ever called him Giogio. They connect well and Fugo is very reliable. Giorno trusts him blindly and appreciates his criticism. Over time Fugo will grow bolder and says what's on his mind, knowing Giogio will take his shit and filter it well enough. Any initiative will have to come from Giorno's side, though. Fugo often feels like it's not his place to do so. But I don't think Fugo would ever forget that it had been Giorno who initiated the plan that had led to his friends' deaths. Forgive, yes absolutely. But not forget. Would it last? 50/50. there are 2 outcomes: they either spend the rest of their lives together, or Fugo ends up killing him. And I think Giorno would have peace with that.
Narancia Oh geez, where do I even start? They're not perfect, not at all. They fight and argue and it's led to many MANY bruises on both sides. But that's just how they are and if you'd ask either of them, they would be ready to die for the other without a shred of doubt at any given time. As much as they fight, there's also a lot of adoration from both sides. Fugo doesn't even have to try, to see stars of admiration in Narancia's eyes. It fills him with pride and makes him feel so good about himself. Narancia needs to work hard for Fugo's approval. but because of that, it makes actually getting it so much worth it. Both of them get horribly giddy on impressing the other. A new dance, a fun date plan, a mastermind prank. The most important part for both of them is their honesty. Narancia knows that Fugo would never lie to him or hide the truth, like how his father and old friends had. And Fugo can trust that he can say whatever he want, even without filter. They can both rest assured that no matter how big their fights are, the day ends with kissing either way. A part of Fugo wants to better himself for the other's sake, but it weights him down as well, thinking he's not good enough. Narancia isn't the brightest, but his abundance of empathy and sincerity knows how to hit Fugo just right into believing he's good as he is for today. And if not that, Nara reminds him that he's not a saint either. They’d find happiness in a lot of little things. getting to snuggle for 5 more minutes, welcoming the other home, cooking for the other, singing along to the radio, doing the dishes. all those mundane moments are really precious to them. Would it last? Definitely. They'd have some bumpy rides, but neither of them could ever get bored of the other.
Trish The start of their relationship would be so incredibly AWKWARD. They both have no clue what to say and Fugo feels hella uncomfortable. But bit by bit, they start to warm up to one another. Fugo wouldn't want to involve her in any more mafia business. But for Trish, that week together is a fond and priceless memory. She'd want to know what went through his mind when he was left behind. And both of them would want to apologize. Want to start anew. And would want to get to really REALLY know one another. Fugo's anger is just..... it doesn't exist around Trish. She is super calm and soothing and just knows how to convey a certain energy to him which puts him at ease. Both of them don't like to be touched, so they're very careful with one another, asking permission, asking if the other is alright. They both really love music and share their favorite songs. She sings them as he plays the piano. And when the shyness slowly melts away, they both find that the other is super fun to be with. Dumb jokes, running jokes, ironic quoting, shitty puns. They both hadn't ever expected the other to be so entertaining. They learn new things on one another every day. And they try to improve, learn new skills. Trish would want to pick up on baking, Fugo would pick up on girls' fashion, doing her hair or her nails. Would it last? Yes, I think it would. They need time to heal and feel at ease, but I think they could really find peace and a new life in one another. I think Fugo could even come to love her enough to pop the question~)
Day 1 Abbafugo
Flowers/Sharing/Holding Hands
God this is the only week I ever needed in my entire life
Bloodstain (Fugo+Abbacchio)
‘drip…drip….drip…'
Pannacotta Fugo doubted he’d ever heard a sound as disgusting as this. The horribly specific sound of thick drops of blood falling from the corner of a closed book.
Beneath him was a man on the ground. He barely still recognized him, but Fugo knew very well who he was.
This was the first time he saw this person below him. Not looming over like a predator… so this sight, which would point out victim and culprit to anyone seeing it… would he be the predator?
Muffled and distant, more sounds returned to his ears. His own loud panting. Screaming on the background. An annoying beep in his ears was soon replaced with the sound of a siren, rising and falling, rising and falling…..
Fugo looked at his own hands, a filthy red liquid stained them. It was sticky and disgusting, almost mocking him that the line he had finally crossed only deviled him more….
Ah… this was it, then… this was the result of having fought the feeling for years. Only to shatter.. Shattered, yes, that is what Fugo felt. The ground disappeared underneath his feet.
‘kid… hey, kid!...’
Fugo could feel his soul plunge into a deep darkness. How did it end up like this? Did it really matter, honestly? He just wanted to be left alone here… He had never felt this lonely…. Lost…. Someone….
“Hey! Kid! Answer me!” someone held a firm grip over his arms. The deep, urging voice penetrated Fugo’s head, forcing him back to reality.
He looked at the hands holding on to him. They belonged to a man in a blue uniform.
Fugo couldn’t breath. With his mind in so much turmoil, the thought of repeating what he had done to his teacher, doing them to this unrelated man too, crossed his mind. But…..
“Are you okay? Are you hurt??”
….huh?...
….what a funny thing to ask… it was almost as if this man….. thought he was the victim…
Fugo’s eyes slowly, tiredly, glided up the arm. He couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact. He didn’t get much further than seeing a strong jawline, accented lips and a pristine uniform.
“Hey kid! Stay with me! What happened?” the man held him tight. Fugo hadn’t ever felt anything like this grip before. Nor the worry in the other’s voice. Instinctively, he thought this must be how he addressed his children too, Even though he couldn’t be much more than 5 years older…
The young boy could finally feel his limbs again. He could move. And in his mind, there was only one movement he could think of.
Not to run. Not to shout or retaliate or continue the destruction he had caused. He simply wanted… to hold on to this person….
Shyly, with a shaky hand, he clung his fingers in the sleeve of the uniform. It felt warm and soft against his clamp skin.
Greedily, he knitted both hands onto that warm surface, looking as his bloodied hands stained the clean royal blue fabric.
Any second now, he knew it would be rejected. The only longing for touch he had in years would be denied and shoved away.
Staining this uniform felt like blasphemy. More so than beating the shit out of his teacher. More so than defying his parents. More than throwing his future away in one momentarily flurry of rage…
But…. A foreign sensation pressed on his hand.
The man had dropped his hold on the boy’s shoulder and laid a warm hand on top of his, pinching it slightly. Fugo could feel the rough callus, the fine muscles, a hint of well trimmed nails. It felt like the only real thing in this bottomless nightmare he had invoked only seconds ago
“Hey. Talk to me. What happened?” the deep voice sounded slower and hushed, like the world outside of the two didn’t exist.
Fugo felt a burning sensation in his chest, in his throat. He lost all grip in his hands as he was held so tenderly.
He opened his dry lips, gasping for air, tears pricking in his eyes. Was he allowed? Allowed to be scared? Allowed to convey in this person? Allowed to be selfish and cry?
Fugo spoke a word he had until that day never used for himself. He knew its meaning, knew its implications.. but until today, he hadn’t ever known its power:
“Aiuto….”
He nearly breathed the word, doubting the other had heard it.
But the hued lips of the man gasped silently. And in an unexplainable moment, their eyes met.
‘such beautiful eyes….’
”Abbacchio! What are you doing! Hold the suspect down!” before either knew what was happening, they were forced apart and Fugo felt himself get pressed to the ground with his hands on his back.
“Wait! He wasn’t being—”
“Are you insane?? He clubbed a grown man with a 4kg book in one hand! Never mind, I got this! get the car around!”
“……yessir..”
Things happened so fast after, it made those 60 seconds tops of before blurred into nothingness.
As the boy was released from custody, the man who had held his hand was no longer on his mind, swallowed up into a deep darkness of his broken soul.
But the stain on the uniform…. Had stained so much more.
It wasn’t until a year later where this story had a continuation.
It may be hard to imagine, but joining a crime syndicate had made Fugo’s life hit gentler waters. It was too early to say he had room to process all that had happened, as it had severely traumatized him. But his heart felt lighter as he kept himself busy and useful for his new superior and ally since a few months: Bruno Bucciarati.
In his survival on the streets of Napoli, the youth barely had the time to keep up with events outside of his own bubble. But as he had a new sense of purpose, he had deemed it wise to catch up on all he had missed in the newspapers of last year.
But nothing could have possibly prepared him for the article he found, 8 months prior to current date: ‘Police Corruption led to Murder.’
It was a sensational article on how a police officer had accepted bribery, which had given space to let the culprit commit murder on both the owner of a jewelry and a different policeman. It contained a heartbreaking interview of the murdered officer’s family and empty apologies from the police department.
But none of that caught Fugo’s eye.
He bolted out of the library’s archives, the paper still in his hands. He didn’t so much as blink at the possibility of this being thievery at this point in his life.
The face of the bribed officer in question had been slightly blurred. But despite that, it was a face Fugo couldn’t possibly forget.
The face of the only person who had been on his side. The only ally in his darkest days.
He nearly punched the door of the little restaurant called Libeccio open. Legs heavy and out of breath, he scanned the seats for the table that was always a bit secluded from the rest.
He sat at this table when he first met a man who changed his life. He sat at this table as he had plucked a homeless kid his age from the streets.
And today too, this same man was enjoying a well deserved cup of cappuccino after lunch.
“Bucciarati!” The younger heaved. As the elder looked up, the worry on his friend’s face was impossible to miss and he frowned. In silence, he put his cup down, folded his hands attentively and gave his full attention to the other.
“Bucciarati..” the 14 year old repeated. “I have a favor to ask of you.” He clutched the newspaper tightly in one hand.
Bucciarati glanced at the picture on the cover for a moment, before locking eyes with his friend.
“Of course.” He replied.
Day 5 Abbafugo
AU/School/Confession
I’ve been havin’ this au for a while, basically just them if they were in SBR
Bonus of their stands I made for them too uuuu
(they never kno whats goin on…)