His glowing golden eyes remained closed, the weight on his lap being so comforting to him that it brought him a pleasant peace that was almost unmatched, and that in the past had been unimaginable.
The sweet warmth of the woman that claimed the spot over his thighs left him with a serenity he hadn't thought possible before, but existed now, and it was something he never wanted to let escape.
‘(f/n)’ He thought to himself, all while her heavenly scent was breathed in.
A soft, light smile pulled at his lips as he enjoyed all the warmth the (h/c) haired young woman provided him, starting from the familiar, tender affection that came from having her chin leaned onto his shoulder, to the delightful heat that had hungerly sunken onto his hardened length and now enveloped him.
During his musing, a tiny, feeble whine then caught his attention, and subtly, her hips moved, the action stopped as he placed both of his hands at her waist, keeping her still from the moment.
"(F/n)…" he murmured, warning in his tone as one of his golden eyes snapped open, soon narrowed down to her and her shaken form with annoyance for selfishly disturbing his serenity.
As he caught sight of her, he watched as her lips were pouted, the sweet-tasting mouth trembling with want, silently begging for stray kisses from his purple-tinted ones. (E/c) colored eyes also sent him plea, the wide-opened orbs reflecting back his own image which showed a complete contrast to her.
While she was nearly on the verge of tears, he stayed steady, his chin tilted up as he enjoyed using her, much more, being the one in control.
"L-Leone…" she whimpered, relentlessly squirming, the movement being an action that defied him yet again. And he was certain that if her hands weren't tied to her back, she'd have them running over his chest, desperate to convince him, using her lithe body to try and seduce him, doing anything she could to get him to cave.
A warm, low breath then escaped him, and the two hands that held her released her suddenly, letting her continue to wiggle, the action disappointing him furthermore, drawing out a rather low blow of air from his chest.
Yet, rather than lose his composure, he seemed very unaffected and calmed, his right hand reaching over to the small table at his side where his half-empty wine glass sat. Calmly, he raised it up to his lips, ignoring her enlarged, wet (e/c) orbs all the while.
He then took a slow sip of the well-aged alcoholic drink and at that moment his other hand moved, cutting through the air with a wicked viciousness.
A high-pitched squeal then covered up the sound of the harsh clash, her body raked with shutters by the impact before all of her movements ceased, not wanting more reprisal.
And at that very second, his lips curled into a dastardly grin,
"Stay still." He nearly sang, the hot stinging spot on her ass sweetly caressed by the same assaulting hand not a moment after to remind her that he wasn't all that evil.
Truth be told, he was only his sweetest with her.
"B-but Leone…" she said again, her naked breasts tightly pressed to his torso, the exposed portion of his chest coming in contact with her heated flesh, making her feel even more desperate as she felt his strong body pressed to her softer one.
"Please...f-fuck me… I can't… " she whimpered shamelessly, having been put through the torture for far too long.
She felt complete, yet incomplete all the same and it was a horrible feeling that left her desperate and quivering. The thickness that stretched her had shaped her to the generous girth, but did nothing more than that, leaving her begging for so much more she knew he was capable of,
" Please," she muttered while pressing her lips onto his neck, panting roughly as he murmured her name in the same thick voice he did whenever they made love.
He then teased her with a very lax, almost non-existent thrust upward, forcing a thick mewl to escape her, the sound leaving her in the most lecherous way it could, further shaming her.
A moan of his own was suppressed into a small hum as he felt her walls tighten, responding back with a sweet hug.
The metal cuffs that held her stung the skin of her wrist as her arms had instinctively aimed to wrap around his neck, and it hurt her heart more than anything to be denied the true warmth of his body.
It was then that she began to cry, her quivering legs that hung at his sides wanting to wrap around his waist, but staying still, her will existent, yet slowly diminishing.
- She didn't mean to move, she hadn’t intended to ruin his moment of quiet bliss, but it was torture.
His lips then smacked against each other, " You keep moving, " he complained, tipping over what was left of his drink over her sweet lips, adding more flavor to the delicious flesh in doing so.
Trails of dark red flowed down her chin, falling down her chest and spilling over her body, the burning flesh lightly cooled down by the beverage,
"See? " he asked her, "You made me spill it," he said accusingly, darkly chuckling while she panted even more, his name falling out of her mouth in a way that sounded both edged and needy as well as annoyed by his denial of her.
"-Silly girl," he murmured, his tongue lapping at the sweet alcoholic flavor that fell over her lips and chin, shamelessly cleaning it all, "Clumsy...silly… disobedient...selfish girl." He maundered with mirth while trailing his wet muscle down her chin.
Moaning, she inclined her head back, pushing out her chest as well while his two arms were wrapped around her to make sure she didn't fall back during the action.
She gave him full access to her body, hoping it made up for all of her impatience, demonstrating to him that all in all she was always willing to give in.
"Can we...now? " she asked airily. "Please...Imperatore" she mewled out, and at the address, his hold tightened before he took a quick nip at the sweet flesh that was pressed to his lips.
-If there was anything that broke him down, it was the title being used in such a sweet and hungry manner that wasn’t touched by any bit of shame as she’d far gone the point where dignity had any meaning.
‘There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me,’ He thought to himself, ‘There’s no where you’d rather be,’ He went on,
‘I Love you too...even if you’re impatient...’ He mused before skipping over her puckered lips, moving to give her a sweet kiss on the forehead,
' Really…' he mused while considering her plea, 'I just love seeing you like this,' he mused, watching her whither and shrink, the wait having become unbearable for her.
‘You can’t even think of anything else beside me , can you?’ He thought to himself, knowing her mind was riddled with him.
"-Mmm…" he seemed to contemplate the idea before he chuckled, the low rumble doing nothing more than weakening her furthermore,
" I don't think so."
I drifted off near the end, cause truth be told, I didn't know how to end it.
Abbacchio Being Overprotective of His Younger Sister.
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Word Count : 365
Abbacchio Being Overprotective of his Younger sister.
" Listen to me you little shit, I catch you even turning your nose her way again and I'll fucking bury you alive and watch the replay of you suffocating on a loop, do I make my self clear?" Abbacchio said darkly, all while his hands fisted the younger's top, causing Mista to sweat bullets, his head shaking furiously at the threat.
"No need to say it twice, I got it!" He said hastily, trying to speak over Narancia's outburst of amusement while he cackled the whole time, doubling over with a hand pressed to his stomach to alleviate the pain that came forth from all the merriment.
"I don't know why you're laughing, this includes you too," the silver-haired male said while quickly whipping his eyes towards the other teen, his hand letting loose of Mista before he began to approach the other dark-haired male,
"Understood Narancia?" He spoke while glaring hazardously.
"Wouldn't dream of it!" Narancia peeped with crossed arms.
"-It goes for all of you," Leone said while addressing every other man in the room, his arm whipping back, causing his index finger to point at all of the other members of his gang, even his own capo.
At that, Bruno raised his dark brow, a flat glance shot at Abbacchio.
"All of you..." Leone said once more, muttering the words with less vice while he strutted towards the door, passing Giorno along the way.
The sight of the golden-haired male caused his flame to rise yet again, his teeth tightening,
"...Especially you," He added flatly, not turning back, leaving the youth to stare back blankly at him, not knowing just what he walked into.
There was a pregnant silence before Pannacotta Spoke, bursting the quiet bubble,
"You idiot!" Fugo snapped, the bottom of his hand aimed at the back of Mista's head,
"Why in the hell would you hit on her right in front of him? Much more, that's not how you speak to a damn woman!" He went on, letting loose of the second wave of aggression onto the cheeky gunslinger.
"Yeah you dumbass!" Narancia added all the while Giorno caught on, sighing into his hand as it held his face.
Little Bonus ( You can ignore it if you want) :
Pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x Reader | Word count: 177
During then (f/n) quietly snuck back in, her (e/c) colored eyes peeled to catch sight of her brother just in case he popped up again,
"Bruno!" She whispered, hoping to only catch his attention, waving him over just as his eyes landed on her.
It was subtle, but a little smile played at his lips as he crept back towards the wall, easing his way out of the room of chatting men as they attacked Mista, taking jabs at him for setting off the brooding male.
"Dear," Bruno murmured, dragging her into the closet, his lips landing over hers as he spoke, " My dear..." he uttered while his hands dragged over her cheeks to devotedly kiss her.
"We shouldn't sneak around," He told her, pulling her collar down, revealing little angry bites that would soon be accompanied by newer, fresher little nibbles.
"I know," She answered back, a breathy sigh following her words while she trailed her hands down his shoulders and onto his biceps.
- They knew they shouldn't sneak around, and yet, they did.
Abbacchio playing princess teaparty with his daughter
"What are you two doing?" (F/n) asked softly, peeking in through the door with curious (e/c) colored eyes.
With her body still hidden behind the wall, she held onto the doorframe, interested in the sight before her.
Leone sat on a little chair, a loose strand of light-colored hair gently tucked behind his ear as he picked up the little porcelain cup set before him, lightly tilting it over his lilac-colored lips to take a slow sip of the imaginary drink,
"I'm...a princess," He said to her, leisurely taking another sip before he spoke again, " Obviously," he added rather flatly, giving her a deadpan look for even daring to ask.
Wasn’t it obvious?
"Of course, Of course," (f/n) answered back, giggling, finding it adorable to see the taller man sitting on the little chair, his long legs bent as he made himself comfortable on a seat that clearly wasn’t meant for a person his size.
“ I can see,” She added while gently stroking the doorframe with her index, her (e/c) colored eyes batting at the two as she tried to be coy, “So...” she started, “Any room for me?” She added sweetly, wanting an invite, just itching for one.
"Yep!" (d/n) chirped, jumping up from her seat, reaching her hands out to her mother, "You sit with papa," She said while eagerly dragging a chair right next to the man's, looking proud as she was able to get them to touch shoulders, the two adults being squished together right before her large eyes into what she considered to be picture perfect.
The little girl was excited, happy to finally play the game properly,
"There!" (d/n) said happily, her eyes scanning the room to try and find things she could use, "Oh! Have this!" she said while draping a small cover over (f/n)'s shoulders, the red throw blanket being perfect for their play in the child’s mind.
"Yes! And papa... have this," She said while outstretching her two arms up to him, a little tiara in hand.
"For me?" He asked her sweetly, placing a hand to his chest as he smiled at her, pretending to be utterly flattered while being crowned.
"Mmhm..." She hummed, nodding enthusiastically, easily placing it on his head as he bowed.
Afterward, (d/n) then sat back down, all while (f/n) eyed the little accessory on Leone's head with scrutiny,
"Um... a question," (f/n) piped, her sole index finger risen, "Why does he get a crown?" she asked, "And I don't?" She added, slightly miffed. "I thought we were playing princess," She added, seeing as (d/n) also had on a little crown.
'I usually play princess,' the (h/c) haired woman thought to herself while crossing her arms, pouting,
"Why can't I be a princess instead?" (F/n) pouted, knowing that there were only two little crowns, wanting to take the other for herself because that’s just how things had always worked within the game.
"- Because daddy is prettier." (D/n) replied simply, reaching over to hand her a little cup so she could properly join.
And it hit the woman hard because by default she’d always been the favorite parent as well as the pretty parent.
All in all, the only star in (d/n)’s eyes.
‘It’s expected,’ (f/n) breathed lowly.
Hanging her head, she visually sulked, "Ah, right," She breathed. "You've got me there," she mused, sounding smaller.
'After all, he is your favorite now,' the woman thought with a small sliver of envy, seeing as her daughter now adored the man, always stuck on him like a little wad of gum.
It was tremendously sweet how much she idolized him and followed him, a miniature version of him trailing behind his every step. However, (f/n) felt left out, forgotten like old news.
She then heard the man beside her chuckle before his hand ran down her (h/c) colored hair, gently soothing down the little fuzzed strands with a sweet smile, one he only had the ability to sport while in the presence of his little ladies.
The (h/c) haired woman then lifted her head as she felt a light, little metal piece be placed on her head, causing her eyes to go up, rounded as he gave up his new title to her, all without a qualm,
"We're playing princess right now..." he reminded her, "But I'd be honored to have a queen attend our tea party," He told her, taking a light hold of her right hand and laying a little, gentlemanly kiss on it.
Instantly, (f/n)’s face flushed, glowing brightly as she blubbered, "L-L-Leone...I .. ah..."
During then she wasn't even sure what to say, feeling as though she might faint with the amount of excitement she felt, her heart almost popping as he sweetly gazed at her.
“-If you don’t mind,” He added, using his thumb and index to catch (f/n)’s ripening cheek, gently tugging it with a teasing, little grin.
“Of course,” She breathed, “I...I wouldn’t mind,” she answered back, her eyes twinkling as she gave him a cute little grin.
All the while (d/n) watched, her eyes, for a reason she didn't know, tearing.
'Mamma,' She thought with a happy heart, watching her expression.
She'd never seen her mother so happy.
She never even knew she could glow so much.
She didn't quite understand why, but she felt so happy, jumping in between them to hug them both tightly, the little girl not wanting to let go of either parent any time soon.
I’ve had so many little Ideas for Abba Lately.
@auditor-gf Here’s something for you. Not a reunion, but you wanted Abba fluff w/ his baby girl. Does this count?
Abbacchio’s Daughter meeting Giorno because why not?
"Why hello there," Giorno said with a soft smile, kneeling before the little girl with welcoming kindness, offering her the gentle, genuine upturn, "And who might you be?" He asked her with the same tenderness, already knowing who she was, as well as what she was doing there.
Instantly, (d/n)'s face blossomed with a new color, staring at the man with eyes that refused to blink, the golden orbs wide as she stared at the man in awe.
The little hand that was wrapped around (f/n)'s fingers suddenly squeezed tighter and with worry, (f/n) came down too, getting only a small glimpse of her daughter's face before she began to giggle, quickly understanding,
'I've never seen her act this way,' She mused, finding the rather bubbly girl to be bashfully stricken down. 'My sweet little girl,' She mused, finding it sweet, subduing her little chuckles to properly introduce the two,
"(D/n), this is a good friend of mamma and papa's," (f/n) told her child, her hand gestured towards the man before them.
"Giorno Giovanna," Giorno introduced himself, being patient with (d/n), taking her shyness to be natural, thus remaining unbothered by it in the least, because by the same age, he'd been much more withdrawn.
"Giorno… " (d/n) said back, her eyes glittering as she gazed up at him, entranced by the long golden strands that fell past his shoulders, and much more, fixed upon his green eyes, the color being so beautiful to her she couldn't stop staring.
Her little heart raced, a rather strange feeling coursing through her, making her not want to look away from the lovely person, because he seemed just so ethereal and perfect.
Shaking her head with a disbelieving amusement, (f/n) smiled, " She's a bit shy right now." She said with a little chuckle, " There are so many new people around...It’s a lot to take in..." She trailed off, earning an understanding nod.
"It's understandable," Giorno told her, needing no more say, "I'm just glad I was able to find you," He said to her, once again up to his full height, the woman mimicking his actions and following in suit to properly speak to him,
"I wanted to see you in person, just in case you decided to leave after all," He added, causing (f/n) to chuckle,
"Really? Don't tell me you missed me that much?" (f/n) asked teasingly, causing him to release a small sound of amusement as well,
"Very," he answered back,"...But not nearly as much as he has," He said while not naming the certain someone,
" I don't think I've ever seen him so...well..." Giorno said with a little hum of contemplation trying to find the right words,
“-Complete.” He finally decided.
" Not to mention; it's been so long since I've seen any type of enthusiasm in him, not even a tease of it. And then about a month or two ago it's like he found a reason to smile." he further explained, " It's no doubt because of you. And of course this lovely little lady too," He said while briefly looking at (d/n) again, his vibrant eyes flashing down to her for just a second, causing the girl to suddenly fidget.
"All in all, I'm glad you're back, " He admitted. " And It's good to know you're alright," He said to her,
"When you have time, I'd love to have a moment with you to catch up," he said with certainty, causing her to nod in agreement,
" Of course!" she said excitedly, smiling with happiness bursting through her chest, "I can't wait to catch up GioGio," She said while he grew embarrassed, a soft, little color rising to his cheeks as she used the pet name.
'I see he hasn't grown out of it,' She mused, remembering that any time he was referred to by the nickname, no matter who it came from, he sported the soft color.
Somehow, though strange as it may be, it felt that despite all the time had gone by, she fell right back into place, going back into the same groove of before with ease, and it brought her so much comfort,
‘I’m home,’ She thought to herself, truly believing it.
After saying their goodbye's, Giorno then began to walk away, intent on leaving their stories for another day, all while (d/n) watched with trailing, enthusiastic eyes.
He was soon out of earshot, and only during then did (d/n) speak, "Mama..." She piped up, tugging at her mother’s sleeve, " he looks just like a prince," She mused while being awestruck, having thought so all the while.
" He's so pretty!" She gushed, and at that very moment, from where Leone stood, his chest ached.
From where he'd stood and waited, he could see the glowing eyes of his child, as well as (f/n)'s nod in agreeance,
She couldn't deny it because in the time she'd been away it'd seemed he matured more.
His face shaped out more, losing most of its sweet innocence, it being replaced by a charming handsomeness that one could only place in a fairy tale world of perfection.
‘And then of course there is all that new muscle,’ She added, having noticed he’d also thickened with just the slightest bit of beefiness.
- All the while Leone's shoulders sank,
' My two girls, ' Abbacchio thought seldomly, blowing out a soft blue puff of air.
In all of (f/n)'s amusement, she'd been ignorant to his presence, only noticing him last minute out of the corner of her eye, catching sight of his disheartened expression in that instance,
‘ Oh Leone...’ she thought to herself, rolling her eyes, ‘Are you that afraid to lose us?’ she thought with light amusement, knowing just what thoughts rolled around in his head.
‘You’re such a silly man,’ She thought to herself.
Granted, she found it sweet, but by then he should be aware that there was nothing that could come between them.
" Well..." (f/n) then sang, stretching out the word as she spoke with just a bit more volume, " I think Giorno is really cute," She started, " but..." she said while tapping a finger to her chin, " I don't know, I think your papa's much more handsome," she said with a little shrug,
"But that's just my opinion," She said while strutting towards the man, reaching out to him, her fingers running down the side of his face as she came close.
"MI Amore," She breathed, utterly entranced by him. " There's no one that really compares to him," She said while gazing into his eyes, speaking more to him, reminding him that there wasn’t anything that could overrun the beautiful warmth that resided in her for him.
If both the combined forces of the years and long-distance hadn't worn down the sentiment, then she was sure that nothing could.
'If I loved you then...
If I loved you during all that time...
If I still love you now....
Nothing will ever wash those feelings away,' She thought to herself.
It'd also taken her moment, but as (d/n) realized her father was there, her eyes lit up even more, a large smile erupted over the face that showed all of her imperfect, tiny teeth.
She dashed to him, her arms straining to reach up the entire time, wanting to be scooped up, held, and cuddled.
"papa! Papa!" She cheered overjoyed to see him, completely forgetting about the golden-haired man as she was in her father's arms. " Your back!" She cheered while she was picked up, her nose happily burrowed through the sweet smell of his white locks.
"I missed you... so much," she breathed, holding onto him tightly, not wanting to even give him the chance of putting her down.
He was left stunned as both females ambushed him, happy kisses and squishes smothering him before he began to chuckle, the sound causing (f/n) to release a sound of equal amusement, their child following in suit as she was happy to be held in between them both, even if she was wedged and almost unable to move.
'It's perfect this way, right Leone?' (f/n) silently spoke, finding his sweet expression to be too pure and lovely, filled with so much happiness it could be placed in a dictionary for all to see a visual depiction of the word fulfillment.
Abbacchio Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader.
Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)
Daughter’s name // (D/n)
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Word Count : 3031
Abbacchio Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader.
Abbacchio stared down at the picture in his grip, and as he did, his hand trembled the entire time he tried to properly hold it, wanting to avoid having it fall out of his shaken grasp.
“She just turned three,” he read, trailing his eyes over the words.
He instantly recognized the familiar writing scribbled on the white back of the image as he’d turned it over during his inspection of it, and it only made him feel more uneasy as he read the message out loud,
"Three…" Leone breathed softly.
He felt his heart tighten, and lifelessly, he let the photograph fall onto the desk, joining more which lay scattered across the surface.
“Three years,” he said to himself, his hands both slowly rising, pressing over his face as he sought to think rationally, attempting to pull himself together before he said something stupid, or much worse, picked a fight that quite possibly wasn’t even there to take part of,
“It just...No...There has to be...be a reason...an explanation,” He maundered incoherently.
He tried hard to keep himself together, but it was hard to when every bit of him shook with recollection of the memories that came forth, from the lovely ones that he kept locked in his chest, to the miserable ones that followed after his joy slipped through his fingers.
‘I miss those days,’ He thought to himself, remembering her and the little things that had made his life feel worthwhile.
Her (h/c) hair felt soft as it slipped through his fingers, the little knotted bits eased loose by his gentle tugs,
“I wish my hair was like yours,” (f/n) mused, a small smile over her as she did the same with his own much longer strands of periwinkle, “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, her eyes on it as she watched it slip between her fingers, every strand that flowed over her hand being soft and feathery,
‘If we ever have a child,’ she silently mused, her (e/c) colored eyes rising to gaze up at him, ‘I’d want them to look just like you,’ She thought with certainty, having always perceived the man to be beautiful, far surpassing her in every sense.
‘Especially your eyes.' She added as she found herself locked with them, ‘ Of all things, I’d love for them to have your eyes rather than mine,’ She thought with certainty, having thought about it so many times before, because all in all, there wasn't anyone else she'd love to settle down with.
But it wasn't like she could openly tell him she had been ready to settle down and have a family, not when he didn't seem so ambient about being in an actual relationship to begin with.
Granted, they'd had their sweet moments, but she was well aware that truly, they meant nothing but one thing ;
He didn't want to be lonely,
not truly alone at least.
Meanwhile, during her inner musing, he let a placid smile overtake him, hidden, yet present as he played with her hair, not having had a mind to do anything else but lay with her and enjoy the end of the day together.
‘I guess we could have gone out somewhere,’ He thought with a little blue sigh, somewhat regretting not doing anything else but stay in, ‘But sometimes, I just don’t want to do anything but lay here with her,’ He mused, stopping his caresses altogether to enjoy her touch instead.
It was hard not to see part of himself in the image of the little girl, not when she looked like the spitting image of him,
"There is no mistaking it," he said lowly, knowing deep within his chest the truth.
There was another image set before him, placed on the same desk the first one had been and had just fallen back down on.
Swallowing down hard, he picked it up, seeing that within that specific photograph, the child was much younger, practically an infant, being incredibly small and wrapped by a soft, pink blanket,
' - She has his eyes, his hair, his smile, his everything.’ the back of it read, all written with the same hand from the first picture he saw.
“Abbacchio what was it you nee-” Bruno started, stopping as he entered his office, seeing his friend stilled as he read the written words on the printed image with hardened, darkened orbs.
“- Bucciarati,” Abbacchio started, his voice dropped down by a pitch as he turned to look back at his boss,
“What are these?” He asked, the hand holding both photographs shaken as he tightly gripped them, waving them before the dark-haired male, “Why do you have these?” Leone added, his eyes glazed, yet stern, “I want the truth!” he demanded, stepping forward,
"And don't give me any bullshit lies." He added with venom laced within his words as little pinpricks stabbed and stung his eyes, the man somehow holding it all in, letting not a single tear slip out of his eyes.
It was then that Bruno sighed softly, “Yes...of course,” he said with a silent nod, turning to close his door for privacy, being careful in doing so,
“ I’m sure you want to know,” He added, staying turned away to hide the pained expression fixed upon his own features, because he knew he’d inadvertently hurt his friend by obscuring the truth.
“....Just know that it hadn’t been my intention to harm you, nor for you to find out this way,” Bucciarati spoke earnestly, finally finding it in himself to gaze back at his friend and face the betrayal set over his features,
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Leone asked angrily, his tone rough as he addressed the other male, “ Why the hell did you never tell me I had a damn kid, huh?” The long-haired male urged on, “Why hadn’t it crossed your mind to tell me you knew where she was too,” he added as he referred to the woman who appeared in every photograph as well.
"Well?" He said anxiously, wanting to know, waiting for an answer.
“...By then we had already betrayed the organization and made it to Sardina,” Bruno started, his royal blue’s eyes looking forlorn as he mentioned the past,
“ A kid?” Abbacchio asked frustrated, holding his abdomen in pain because while he had been healed, he still had to endure the aftermath of the wretched assault,
“You’re asking me about a damn brat right now?” He asked (f/n) while sounding thoroughly annoyed, glaring at her hazardously, most of it being a front to try and mask the pain he felt.
He'd just barely survived getting cut through and she was asking about kids…
‘Of all things,’ He thought bitterly.
“I don't mean now,” she started, sounding rather small, “ but perhaps in the future...Maybe... later…” She drifted off, biting her lip anxiously as she finally forced out the last word.
“Have you ever just sat there and thought about it?” She asked him, swallowing hard, “ Has it ever come to mind?” she added.
‘Have you ever thought about it...with me,’ She wondered, wanting to ask him specifically, but afraid of the answer and what pain it would bring, because she was certain it would hurt.
“Yeah,” Leone huffed, “ Yeah, I've thought about it...About how much I don't want one.” He muttered before hanging his head, “And it should be the last thing on your mind right now too,” He added, abruptly standing, wincing as he did so,
“Right now, we’ve got to find the Boss,” he reminded her, walking away from her and the conversation altogether, brushing right past Bruno without even a word of address.
With a frown, Bucciarati approached the woman, sitting beside her on the couch, joining the notably downhearted woman with the expression slowly melting down into soft, open kindness,
“Are you alright?” he asked her, concerned over the little tears that had escaped her, and that were then slowly falling down her face.
“Not really,” she admitted to him, offering him a small, broken smile.
“He’s frustrated right now,” Bruno stated, “...He just narrowly escaped death not a few moments ago,” he reminded her, desperately trying to justify Abbacchio’s behavior while simultaneously attempting to comfort the young woman altogether.
“I’m sure that during another time he’d be much more amenable and open to the conversation,” he said with a growing smile, assuring her as he reached out for her hand, warmly holding it.
“I know,” she responded, “I know he’s still hurt,” she added.
“ And you know... I was actually worried sick,” she admitted, “ I thought… I thought that he wasn’t going to make it,” She added with a harsh shutter, having felt her world begin to crumble as she caught sight of his bloodied body back at the beach,
‘And I thought I wouldn’t get a chance to tell him,’ She thought to herself, absentmindedly placing a hand at her stomach, something that wasn’t overlooked by the blue-eyed male,
“(f/n)...” Bruno started, deflating at the small movement, slowly coming to a realization.
For just a moment he looked around, making certain no one else heard before he spoke, “ Are you pregnant?” he asked her, scooting closer.
- It had only been a small hunch, one that could have simply been squashed had it not been for the grim expression that overtook her at the mention.
Nodding somberly, she confirmed it, “ Yes, but I don’t know how far along.” She admitted, “I only just found out today." She added, not having known till after she boarded the boat and already made the decision to accompany them.
“ And now... I don’t know what to do,” she said while looking to him for guidance, “ I've wanted to tell him, but whenever I try, he shuts me down.” She informed Bucciarati.
“ Whenever I try to talk to him about a future together, he simply brushes me away,” she went on, having gone through the same dilemma even before then.
“He doesn't want children,” she said sadly, “ He expresses it with distrain each and every time it's brought up,” she informed him.
“And what's worse is that, perhaps, I’ve read us all wrong.
I’ve been together with the man for months now and not once has he mentioned the possibility of a life together.
During all this time...he’s also never told me he loves me.
He’s also never been one to publicly hold my hand.
...He’s never introduced me as anything but his partner; someone who works alongside him,” She explained, "Almost as though we aren't really anything." she added with a small, bitter chuckle.
“Maybe, all this time that’s all we’ve been, and he just doesn’t have the heart to tell me where we really stand...” She added with a small, wavering voice, continuing on before he could try and convince her otherwise,
"Bucciarati, I promised to help. I did so with not only the intention of following Abbacchio, but also to aid you and save Trish,
But in the state I am now…
Right now…
I’m only a burden.” she said with dejection, uncertain on how long the conflict will last.
“And as much as it hurts me to say this, we have to part ways,” She told him, apologetically gazing at him, “Because even if Leone has no intention to love this child, I do.
I have to keep them from harm's way.” She determinedly spoke, rising to stand, staring down at the dark-haired man with sorrow, “ I have to go. So, before the morning comes I’ll be gone,” She added, knowing it was best.
“And absolutely nothing will stop me,” She said with tightened fists.
“- As both my trusted friend, and my capo, I feel that at the very least I owe it to you to tell you upfront.” She informed him.
“I see,” Bruno said nodding, also standing up, “ Then take everything you need,” he told her, “ whatever you need to hide and stay away, take it. I will not spare a single resource of mine to assure your safety,” He vowed, offering her a lax, comforting smile.
“...Thank you,” she said softly, bowing her head to him to hide her tears.
She then leaned forward, her arms tightly wrapped around him, “Thank you for taking me in...As well as allowing me a way out.” she told him, truly grateful because, without him, she never would have stood a chance.
“- We will find a way back to each other,” He assured her. “ Once this is all over, I will make sure to let you know,” He said while beginning to part from her.
Nodding, she too pulled back, “Thank you, again. For everything,” She said once more, it being the last words she exchanged with him before she disappeared into the night, leaving the rest of their group baffled at her sudden departure, save for one member, because all but Bruno remained unknowing.
And rather than answer questions, he chose to play the fool. Instead, urging them to continue their hunt, forcing them to move forward without another member.
“And after that, as you know, our organization was left in shambles,” Bruno explained, “With A new boss there came new rules, as well as A new reform that many others didn’t agree with.
Only until recently have we been able to stabilize, but even then…
Even then it’s been a long, heavy struggle,” Bruno said with knitted brows, frustration showing.
“It wasn’t my intention to keep this from you for so long, but I couldn’t afford you searching for her, ultimately risking her location, and much worse, their lives,” Bruno explained, still feeling guilty nonetheless, regardless of his intentions being good or not.
“Right now, she’s doing well.
They both are actually, so there is no need to worry yourself. We’ve already agreed that in a month or two, they will make their way here, and then you can decide what you want to do." He said with a reassuring nod as he rounded his desk, walking over to his seat,
" If you want to be a part of their lives, or if you’d choose to sever your ties with them completely; It’s all up to you.” He went on, sitting down, his elbows placed on the surface of the desk as he lay his chin on his overlapped fingers,
“I just hope you understand that regardless of your decision, she is still a member of our familia. Whether or not you decide to take responsibility or be a part of their futures is your own choice.
All in all, it doesn't change my own final say:
Her home is here.
And I am her family, just as I am yours. ” Bruno said firmly, his voice low yet sharp.
“...Of course,” Abbacchio said back, his throat suddenly dry as he had a sudden question in mind, wanting to ask with unsettling desperation,
“Bucciarati…Did she really say that?" Leone said softly, regret settled over his features, " Did she really think I... That we weren't together?" He asked Bruno.
"From what I understood, that was her take on your relationship." He answered back, shaking his head, "Why? Was it otherwise?" He added as he tilted his head slightly, intrigued, because Abbacchio never shared anything that had to do with his relationship with her, making it all a mystery even to his closest confidante.
"Of course," Abbacchio said sadly, " And of course it hurt when she left... When she simply walked away.
But then again, how could she not?" He asked looking up at the ceiling, understanding how she could assume such a thing, having had too much time to maul over the mistakes he made with her,
" I was a complete bastard to her; An insensitive jerk.
Whenever she needed assurance I turned my back, all because I felt I didn't deserve her. I felt like she was asking for too much from someone that had too little to offer." Leone explained, shaking his head,
"And when she did leave... When she did what I assumed was best, I broke down," He went on, remembering just how he'd pretty much gone back to square one, falling back into his miserable pit of depression he’d barely scraped past the first time.
"But now…
Two months…
Two months in comparison to never is nothing," He said with a little itching grin, his eyes tired and sad, yet having a soft glow of joy to match the little twitching smile.
For just a moment he gazed down at his daughter, realizing that she didn't look just like him. There was plenty she took from her mother, being the perfect harmony between the two, something he’d only then realized he wanted,
‘A kid of my own... with (f/n) nonetheless...
With the woman I still love,’
Absentmindedly, his fingers went down to fall upon the image, caressing the sight of them softly, lovingly, as well as longingly,
' Until then, I have to make sure that I'm everything you two need.' He silently swore, promising to not repeat any mistakes, hoping that somehow (f/n) still loved him just as much as he did her.
“From her letters, she still thinks about you plenty.” Bruno nonchalantly informed him, growing surprised to see the level of enthusiasm that lifted the other man’s features to life,
“She does?” Leone said with hopefulness,
“ Certainly,” Bruno replied back, neatly gathering the pictures together, as well as pulling a small stack of letters within carefully opened envelopes to stack them all together,
“You should see so yourself,” He advised, handing him the collection, “Any fool could see that through it all, she still harbors the same feelings for you, holding no true resentment.
And speaking on a personal note;
If I were you, I wouldn’t ever throw away the opportunity to have something so precious within my grasp.” The don spoke with a little, longing look to his eye that made Abbacchio nod back knowingly.
“Don’t worry,” the long-haired male said back, “I won’t let it slip past me, not again,” he added with the utmost confidence, willing to do everything it took to give his girls the world.
Bruno Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader
Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)
Daughter’s name // (D/n)
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Word Count : 1335
After Part 5 // Family means so much to him.
Bruno Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader
His sapphire-colored orbs stayed on the small child, observing her keenly.
She was small and stubby, her softly tanned cheeks stained with warm color as her blue eyes stayed open wide with fright as she shuffled further from the packed sidewalk, backing the furthest she could to get closer to the nearest building’s wall.
He'd noticed she was alone, and he could only assume she'd been struck by bad luck, and that alone was all the reason he needed to stay, because he couldn't go about his day as he regularly did when he knew she would be left alone and frightened.
He couldn't when he knew that out there, the little girl was ultimately left at the mercy of the world.
At the thought, his heart tightened, and during then, all he had in mind was to comfort the child, making sure she was alright and out of harm’s way.
Kneeling to her, he offered her a gentle smile, his head cocking to the side slightly as he offered her his hand, “Are you alright?" He asked her, the question making her quiet sniffles cease for just a moment as she looked up at him, glossy, blue eyes gleaming up at him with an immense innocence that practically sucker-punched him.
Shaking her head, she retreated, her two hands pressed to her chest as she pressed her lips together tightly, refusing to speak or take his hand altogether.
His eyebrows knitted up with worry and confusion before he understood, nodding slowly,
“I see,” he muttered to himself, " You've been told not to speak with strangers, am I right?" He asked her, chuckling at her determination, finding it cute that she had enough in her to hold even her cries while at the face of a stranger.
Backing off by three slow steps, he nodded again, “Very well, but seeing as you’re alone I can only assume you’ve lost your parent, correct?” he asked, receiving a somber nod from the child that confirmed his suspicions.
“I figured that much,” he murmured with a halfhearted smile, “So how about I wait with you here,” he offered, staying the same distance away from her. “That way, we can both wait for your parent. I can make sure you stay safe until they find their way to you... all without you having to pay me any mind, deal?” He offered, showing her a warm smile.
“That way you won’t be lonely,” He said while bargaining with her.
She seemed uncertain at first before she nodded hastily, not wanting to be left alone yet again. And though he was a stranger to her, she felt an odd warmth for him, truly trusting him, believing his every word to be filled with nothing but good intent.
So, she waited with him, her heart growing anxious as she felt that perhaps, she might never get to see her loving mother ever again,
“Mamma…” She said softly, wiping her tears back as she tried to watch for familiar (long/short) strands of (h/c).
It was the one thing about her mother she loved the most, because the sweet-smelling hair was what she would so often hide into while she was being carried.
Minutes passed, all which felt like a lifetime before she heard a familiar voice cry out her name, sounding just as frantic as she had felt during the whole ordeal,
“(d/n)?! (d/n?!)” the woman repeated, again and again.
“Mamma!” (d/n) said aloud, bouncing right into awaiting arms as her mother scooped her up, tightly pressing her close to her body, her little head immediately falling into the scent of her parent’s regular shampoo.
"Mia Cara," (f/n) muttered softly, " You had me worried sick," she said tearing, having thought the worst.
The entire time her heart had raced, her mind blurry with the speed it tried to run with as it thought of just about every corner of the city she could search for her missing child.
“Mamma, there was a man here,” Her daughter said with certainty, pointing her little finger to where Bruno had waited with her, now finding it suddenly empty.
Her little smile slowly dropped, as confused, she looked around, actually saddened by his abrupt leave.
All the while, Bruno stared at her wide-eyed, his breath halted as he gawked at the woman like he'd seen a ghost. It took him a moment to truly let the realization he’d come to fall upon him, but when it did he took action and hid away.
Bruno lurked, watching with widened eyes as the young girl, who he now realized seemed too familiar to him, searched for him,
“Where did he go...?” She muttered softly, full of disappointment.
‘- How could I not see it before?’ He asked himself, feeling utterly foolish for not recognizing her sooner.
She shared the same eyes as his mother had, the same ones which had been passed down to him as well, a striking feature that should have been familiar to him from the get-go.
Her skin was also touched by a soft tan, nearly the same as his as well, just a shade darker, something he could only assume came from enjoying the warmth of the sun as she played outside.
furthermore, her hair was also the same dark ink as his, glowing a soft shine of blue as the light touched it perfectly, flowing pin straight down her back.
"She's been hidden… with my child nonetheless," he said to himself, feeling his stomach sink at the awareness that had he not been there, his innocent little girl would have fallen into the wrong hands,
' Much more…If someone were to know... they would have taken her and hurt her, all because of me...' He brooded, remembering the last time he'd seen the woman,
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“It’s a dangerous life,” She said to him, “...One I’m certain you have no intention to detach yourself from,” she said with the same soft, saddened tone as he silently listened on.
Somehow, he knew what was coming, and he had anticipated it.
After all, he understood why she wouldn’t have wanted to stay with him after she’d been put at risk.
During the time they searched for their boss, she'd become a target as well, forced to hide after she'd been attacked by the same gang he’d once sworn loyalty to.
All in all, he couldn't blame her for wanting to draw back from him, because she was just a normal woman, one who wasn’t a part of the same world he was, but had unfortunately been sucked into his chaos.
- All because they had shared the same little, fluttering feeling.
She hadn’t known what his profession was from the start, because if she had she would have never even smiled back at him.
She wouldn't have had the same willingness to giggle at his little greeting every time he visited the small shop she worked at either. And much more, she would have never fallen in love with him, nor given herself to him the way she did.
"I'm sorry," She said to him, swallowing down hard as she turned from him, and he too apologized, his voice soft and frail as he let her walk away, ultimately convincing himself that it was best to just let her go back to her normal life while he fell back into the same underground he worked in.
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He wanted to say so much to her, plenty of which was in regards to the little cherub-faced angel that clung to her neck, but silently, he slipped away from her, choosing to let her continue to live her tranquil life instead.
As much as it hurt him to see them walk further from him, he knew it was best, accepting that even while he could give them both all of his heart in its entirely, it meant nothing if every other day they'd be uncertain of the next.
Seeing their smiles, much more their little expressions of joy as they held one another, he let it settle in his mind that the best thing for him to do was leave things as they were, the man choosing his family over his own self.
Unconventional | Bruno Bucciarati x Reader x Leone Abbacchio
Pairing : Bruno Bucciarati x Reader X Leone Abbacchio
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Word Count : 691
Bruno Loving Both Leone and the reader
Unconventional
He loved them both, and while it was a lovely feeling that burst through his chest, it was also conflicting.
Every smile struck his heart.
(F/n) meant the world to him, it was a given.
She meant so much to him that it wasn't possible to fight the feelings he had for her, no matter how hard he tried to brush them aside, because he’d thought to have already had his heart rented out to someone else.
Every accidental touch heated his body, and every little bit of her he continued to bask in drove him mad.
Any time he was near her he tried to get away.
However, every time he drifted off from her, he was left yearning.
It was wrong, and he knew it.
It was betrayal, and he was well aware.
Because then there was Leone.
Leone, who for the most part had been his true partner.
His friend.
His confidant.
His serene rain in the night.
All in all, his...everything.
'I shouldn't, ' Bruno told himself whenever he dared to inch more towards one of them.
He didn’t want to hurt anyone, taking in the pain for himself instead. So, with all the more reason he backed away from them both, afraid to hurt either one of them, unwilling to bring them pain just because he was so divided.
- Simply due to him being selfish.
But unknown to him, they’d been well aware, both coming to terms that perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing.
Was it really wrong to love more than once?
At the same time even?
“Bella...” Leone said lowly, offering (f/n) a heated glance, causing her to shrink, because it had become too easy to fall into his arms. It’d become natural to fall back onto the light-haired man as she accepted him as a lover, despite the fact that part of her yearned for Bruno just as much.
‘It’s not right,’ She told herself, feeling guilty as she shared a searing kiss with him, her leg hoisted onto his waist as he pressed himself to her, murmuring out sweet praise for her compliance.
“Don’t fight it,” He said with the same husky tone, laying her down onto their dear capo’s bed, the smell of the dark-haired, beautiful man drugging him as it smothered them both.
He knew just how it felt, having gone through the same dilemma,
“For me...For Bruno...” He murmured while trailing his fingers down the lovely white lace hiding her delicate bits.
“He should be able to enjoy us both,” He added, sighing softly as he felt her palm run over his naked chest, setting itself beneath his long locks as it stopped behind his warm neck.
They both had worn elegant pieces of lace which brushed against each other as he rocked his hips towards hers, breathing her name into her heated ear with desire, knowing he had to wait, unable to do nothing more than tease.
Their limbs tangled with each other, warm, tingling skin being softly grazed, only building up more want and while it sedated them, it also became more fuel to their wild flame.
By then It was late in the night when Bucciarati arrived, his eyes falling onto them both as they lay in a panting mess, overstimulated by caresses meant to pacify them until he returned.
"Bruno," (f/n) whined, reaching out to him first, needing him now more than ever to complete their perfect little triangle. And over her shoulder Leone smiled, his face dusted by a cute, pink color as he gazed at the other man with the same twinkle of desire, far too needy to find any shame.
As the woman's hands lay on Bruno's heavily rising chest, Abbacchio's arms stretched out from behind her, pulling the other man until his hands lay flat onto his back to still him.
Crushed in between, (F/n) released a pleased, little sigh, pooling shamefully as they both had their cocks brazenly pressed onto both sides of her body.
It was unconventional.
It felt wrong at first.
However, smothered between the two men while they shared a searing kiss, (F/n) melted, swimming in utter bliss.
TBH I want to do something along the same lines as this, but longer and more detailed, because Fuck, Abba and Bucci? Sign me up.
Cop Abbacchio is sexy Abbacchio. Here is a nice gif.
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Word Count: 1273
Loving in His own way
Long ago, Leone Abbacchio had once saved her life.
Perhaps he didn't remember, but it was still fresh in her mind. Both the thought and feeling were always there, present whenever the light-haired man came into contact with her,
'I'll never forget,' She declared, knowing that it was fate that had her meet with him once more, only years later.
Back then, he had been so young and sweet, a deep contrast of the bitter man he was in the present time.
She was well aware he was no longer the same naive boy, but even then, she continued to appreciate the fact.
- And she continued to pay him back with little acts.
Publicly, he was disgraced, but even then, it didn't change her thoughts of him.
She was well aware he was no longer the same starry-eyed male, but even then, she continued to hold onto the same feeling.
Somehow, despite the bitterness, she still loved him.
Somehow, despite his initial shove he'd pushed her away with, she still admired him, pushing back with the only thing she had to offer,
Her heart.
Hushed, she never revealed her reasoning, not wanting him to think of it as something she offered out of obligation, but rather, a simple act of genuine love.
- An act of affection.
' It was the first time I'd ever felt I mattered,' She thought with adoration, always willing to fall back in line with him, and always willing to follow his path.
Slowly, he melted down, becoming close to her, in only a way Abbacchio could ;
Discreetly, with shame, and with the feeling that he didn't deserve to have anything nice come his way.
But she could tell.
She easily read him, knowing just why he'd been so guarded, as well as why he didn't just admit that gradually, he'd fallen in love with her too.
' You think you're so inconspicuous,' She mused.
Occasionally, his hand touched hers, ever so softly that the touch was nearly nonexistent.
Other times he was much more bold, taking hold of them altogether,
With one hand laid onto the seat, he let his small finger inch closer to hers, stopping just as his skin made contact with hers, feeling the chilly touch of her (s/c) skin meet his,
"You cold?" He asked her quietly, scooting closer, the excuse of keeping the conversation between the two of them being what most often became his justification for the close proximity.
" A little," She said smiling halfheartedly, her two hands coming close together, rubbing eachother for warm friction.
"Yeah?" he softly breathed, soon holding her two hands in his, lifting them to his mouth, blowing out warm huffs, coating her fingers with their sweet heat,
"Better?" he said in the same tender tone, causing her entire body to envelope in warmth.
From the roots of her (h/c) colored hair, down to the tips of her toes, she was touched by the warmth.
Breathlessly, she answered, nodding her head as well as she watched him pull up a faint smile,
"Leone...Thank you," she responded.
Often, he'd save the seat next to him, not saying it was meant for her, but going as far as to not let anyone else occupy the space.
In fact, even Bucciarati was warded off, which surprised her.
"Off the chair Narancia," Abbacchio muttered, his golden eyes staying hidden as he kept them close. He didn't move, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the chair, a seemingly permanent scowl being displayed.
"Ahhh! Why??" Narancia pouted, his books in hand, all picked right back up and clutched to his chest. " I need to study or else Fugo's gonna get pissed again!" He said worriedly.
"There's another seat over there," Abbacchio added with the same dullness, offhandedly waving his hand over to the other side of the table he knew was empty.
"But Abba-"
"- Go," Leone said sternly, his slouching back fixed upright as he heard a familiar, feminine voice greet everyone in the room,
"Hello Everyone!" (f/n) said smiling, seeing an empty seat beside the long-haired male, graciously taking it, soon getting comfortable as she ordered a small drink.
Across the table, Narancia grumbled, his chin in his hand as he glared dead at the older man.
'I should have known,' Naracnia thought to himself, annoyed as he watched the man push his plate towards the woman, offering her a small pick at his plate,
"I hate mushrooms," Abbacchio said dishearteningly, watching as she happily picked the pieces, loving the savory bits as she paired the veggie with pasta.
"- Why didn't you just ask for them to exclude it," Giorno asked innocently, not having anticipated the sharp glare shot to him by the golden-eyed man. Granted, he was used to Abbacchio's glares, but the one directed at him just then was enough to cut through a diamond.
Dark and menacing, sharp and malicious...
Lifting his hands up in defense, Giorno felt a cold sweat drip down his forehead,
'Wait, What did I do?' He wondered to himself.
An elbow then jabbed at his rib, his green eyes trailing to the dark-eyed male beside him who tried his darndest to keep his eyes down on his own meal,
'Don't', Mista pleaded with worry creased brows, concerned for the golden-haired teen.
In the past, he'd been stupid enough to ask the same exact question, not having put two and two together beforehand.
But it was like this :
(f/n) Liked mushrooms, but Abbacchio didn't.
Abbacchio liked (f/n), so they were always on his plate, just on the side, ordered in a small quantity.
Smiling secretly, (f/n) held back a giggle, knowing how defensive Leone became at the question.
"Leone," she said suddenly, stealing the glowering man's attention, saving Giorno in the process.
"Hmm," Abacchio sounded, responding to her.
"I don't know anything about wine," She said sheepishly, " What would you recommend?" She asked him, and as she expected, he leaned in, his finger trailing below the printed beverages as he gave her small, personal reviews on them.
' Do you remember?' Leone wondered, taking a slow sip of his glass of wine, glancing towards (f/n) as she pushed her plate towards him, giving him a cute grin.
'Because you don't owe me anything,' He thought to himself, smiling graciously at her, taking his fork and picking at the extra strawberry decorating the slice.
'I see you got an extra one... again,' He thought to himself, tickled pink at the very small detail, knowing she would have had to have asked to get two placed at the top.
A little, discrete perk lifted the right corner of his mouth before taking a bite of the sweet fruit.
' It'd been a long time since I'd felt like I mattered,' He thought with adoration for the woman, '...A long time since I'd felt that I had actually made a difference.' He added, thinking back to his days on the force.
'You mean the world to me,' He thought while sticking his fork through the other berry,
'You admire me...
You appreciate me...
You love me...
And I believe it all...Much more, I feel the same.'
"They're really sweet," he said tenderly, hovering it over her mouth, " Even without the frosting," he added, watching as her sweet lips spread apart, accepting the bite with glowing happiness,
"I love...them," He told her, his eyes filled with adoration, connected with hers all the while.
Understanding, she smiled gently,
"I do too, I love them too."
A/N: This started off as a drabble, and then ran its own course.
