Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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There will be spoilers. (Following the anime)
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"O-Ow! Hey, right there." Frowning while running his hands across his head Narancia peered back towards the strawberry blond, "Hey, Fugo...could you take a look right here?"
The blond in turn trailed over leaning above the dark haired teen all the while raising a brow and letting out a hum, "Oh dear. You've definitely got one. It's pretty big." Reaching out with his own hands Fugo began prodding at it.
"Ow! That hurts! Quit it! Don't touch it!" Hollering out and holding onto his head Narancia shot up quickly, swiveling in place to kicking the body of the perpetrator, "God damn it, you bastard! You're gonna pay for that you piece of shit! I've got a bump on my head because of you!" Kicking the body a few more times he yelled out once more. "I hope you're prepared!"
Watching Narancia, Fugo and Abbacchio kick the man's body you let out a sigh shaking your head. He honestly deserved every bit of what was happening and you couldn't help the short laugh that left you having labeled this a 'bonding exercise' for the boys.
Standing beside Giorno and watching the scene unfold you peered up at the guy nudging his arm lightly with your own, "You hurt anywhere from being skewered?" Asking that and quickly giving him a once over, you couldn't spot anything of great concern.
"Ah, no, I'm good but thank you." Insisting that and giving you a soft smile turquoise hues trailed towards the group catching sight of something on the deck, "Hey, something fell off him." Stepping towards whatever it was and bending down to pick it up, the item in question seemed to be a wallet. As he returned back to his place beside you, you leaned in a bit; cheek resting faintly on his arm also wanting to take a peek at the contents.
"Hmm Mario Zucchero, His home address is in Rome. So he's a gangster from Rome."
Giving a hum you stared down at the ID, "Why would you bring your ID with you when attacking someone? Kinda stupid if you ask me." Agreeing with your point Giorno let out a low hum rummaging some more through the wallet.
Pursing your lips you excusing yourself from Giorno's side trailing towards where Mista, Fugo and Narancia were. The black haired teen of the group appeared to be doing something with his hand before pointing at the severed head laughing maniacally, "He's headed for the 9th circle of hell, according to his name divination!"
Curious as to what the three were doing you took a seat among the floor just behind the boom box. "Hit play (Y/N)." Hearing the raven haired teen call that out you merely complied leaning over the electronic decide and tapping the play button.
Music started pouring out from the speakers right away and you could only sit back watching Narancia begin moving along to the song. Soon enough Mista and Fugo had joined in much to your surprise, each move was fluent with the next and you were very impressed with how in sync they were with one another. Though the dance itself was very...unique.
