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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"Precisely it. I'm not sure how or why either, but someone put these in here on purpose. Let's throw them outside."
"Huh?! But opening the door is super dangerous! Apparently, the difference in air pressure would send us flying like some rat in a toilet!" Nodding your head vigorously at what Narancia had said you added onto what the raven haired teen has said fully agreeing with his point. "Exactly! I mean I don't know a lot about planes but I'm pretty sure you can't open the door anyways."
"Well then everybody, hang onto something." Declaring that then calling out his stand, everyone frantically shot towards something clutching onto whatever it was for dear life. The blue and grey stand, known to everyone as Sticky Fingers landed it's fist against the plane's floor and a zipper was stretched out across it. The zipper was opened quickly and closed quickly without much effort and the fridge disappeared from sight.
"Guess you didn't need to hang on after all."
Merely staring at the man a relieved sigh left everyone, each person letting go of whatever they held. "Jesus Bruno, you really scared the shit out of all of us." Muttering that under your breath and pulling yourself away from Mista and Narancia; since they were the two you decided to cling onto a huff had left your lips.
"It was all in precaution. Now was there anything else out of the ordinary? Check every inch of this plane."
Feeling like there would be enough people to search the main cabin you trailed ahead sending a few light knocks on the cockpit door before popping your head in. "Bruno wants everyone to check the plane for anything suspicious so I'm joining you for a bit." Claiming that and not waiting for a reply you closed the door behind you scanning the area.
Buttons and switches galore met your eyes as well as maps and statistics of the plane itself. Moody Blues still took the form of the pilot skillfully holding onto the plane's controls and you couldn't help but lean over the stands shoulder scanning it's face for a moment before trailing over to its user.
"Why exactly does Bucciarati want everyone to search the plane?" Turning his body to face you, his arms crossed over one another. He didn't mind your company so the question wasn't a trick to get you to leave, it was just out of curiosity for what was happening behind the cockpit doors.
"Well I mean Giono found severed fingers in one of the fridges and Bruno threw the whole thing out of the plane." Answering with that then redirecting your attention back to Moody Blues you lightly reached a hand out curious as to if the stand had each separate piece of hair made or if it was just one big mass that didn't move.
Wanting to get more information out of you he paused realizing that the situation you described was something that would happen, which led to him choosing to watch you essentially pet his stand in the form of the pilot.
