i am a believer satoru has a sixth sense that can tell him whenever you’re in danger regardless of how dire the situation may be. this means it applies to when you happen to trip over something. it could be at home when he’s supposed to be at work. maybe your foot caught onto the edge of the chair. out of nowhere, satoru will appear and be there to steady you before you can even stumble and fall before disappearing with a poof. you know it’s a tactic on his end to startle you (and also to make sure you don’t hurt yourself). and so next time you orchestrate it so that when he appears, you peck his lips before he can attempt to leave, convincing him with few words to none to stay just a little while longer. though, he is never really in need of persuading when those sweet lips of yours do all the communicating necessary
“…what is toxic love? …when the only reason you couldn't let go of what made you sad was because it was the only thing that made you happy... so think about it... and don't blame others...” ~ unknown quote and retouched by me
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Leone Abbacchio & Bruno Buccellati, Bruno Buccellati & Pannacotta Fugo, Leone Abbacchio & Pannacotta Fugo, Leone Abbacchio/Bruno Buccellati
Characters: Bruno Buccellati, Leone Abbacchio, Pannacotta Fugo
Additional Tags: Bruno Buccellati is Spelled Bruno Bucciarati, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, First Meetings, Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, Team Bonding, Team as Family, Pre-Relationship, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Character Death
Series: Part 2 of PRISM, Part 3 of Write-tober 2020
Summary:
Bruno is much too stubborn to be dissuaded from attempting to recruit a certain ex-cop, even if that means getting doors slammed in his face and trudging through alleyways in the rain.
Leone Abbacchio isn’t quite sure how to feel about all of this. He isn’t 100% certain that he hasn’t just gotten out of the frying pan and into the fire, but the only downside to accepting Bucciarati’s offer seems to be dealing with his own mind.
Two excerpts this time, since I posted at the same time and didn’t get the chance to do two separate posts.
Excerpt from chapter 1 Point Your Arrow at the Sky:
“Bruno Bucciarati,” he responded, taking a half step forward and extending his hand.
Abbacchio mirrored him with a cautious half-step back. Bruno cocked his head slightly, watching as Abbacchio shook his head, his hair sliding over his shoulders easily with the motion.
“Your hands are too clean to shake mine.”
Bruno couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at that.
“I assure you that my hands are anything but clean.”
Abbacchio closed his eyes, the rain washing a bit more blood down his pale forehead.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re a gangster then. Is she sending gangsters after me now to collect?”
Bruno bit back his reaction, noting the slight bitterness in his voice. He’d come into this knowing that his profession wouldn’t be well-received, but it still stung a bit to hear his distaste.
Excerpt from chapter 2 Leave Me Where I Lie:
He’d only seen his and Bucciarati’s stands, but from that, he could assume that the thing hunched over on the ground making a strange gurgling sound was Fugo’s stand.
“So?” Abbacchio asked.
Fugo made a “ta-da” motion, presenting his stand.
“There you go, Purple Haze.”
“I suppose it is purple. Why are we standing so far away?”
“Give me a second, I’ll show you,” Fugo said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
Suddenly, his stand let out a loud cry and lurched to standing. It screamed again as it furiously punched the ground.
As Abbacchio watched, a cloud of something purple erupted around the stand. Immediately all the weeds around it died back, withering, and turning a strange color. A sparrow that had been unfortunate enough to be flying over fell to the ground in a puddle of gore.
“Huh. Well. I suppose that’s a haze of sorts.”
“I’m a walking biohazard,” Fugo said bitterly, his hands in his pockets.
Imagine spontaneously sharing a tender moment with Loki. He tilts your chin upward with his finger, that signature smirk of his teasing a notion of mischief.
As per usual, you blush so brightly you can barely look at him. In fact, you would back away if his other hand wasn’t on the small of your back, gently pulling you closer to him.
Loki’s smirk softens into a sweet, loving expression as he leans his face down toward yours… his lips slowly, steadily approaching.
Just as your lips are about to meet, you’re startled by Valkyrie screeching, “MY EEYYYYEESSS!!! My innocent eyes!!!”
