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REQUEST : Leone Abbacchio X Teenage Thug Reader : You're My Brat

WARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE HEAVILY SPOILED FOR P5

sorry if the layout sucks! Hope you enjoy, i really liked writing this one ❤️

"Fuck," he cursed, rocking his head in his hands. "You stupid brat." You smirked on his living room floor, continuing to gaze at the flame in your hands. It was gone midnight, and Abbacchio had just returned from a moonlit skulk.
You were the last person he wanted to run into, especially in his house. "How'd you get in here anyway - or don't I want to know?"
"Don't worry, you locked up pretty good," you teased, resting on your elbows since you'd propped the lighter up successfully with two books. Taking a seat on his couch, the stoic man watched you, settling himself like the tantric breeze of the park he'd just been in.
"Y/N, you shouldn't be out this late. Your mother will be worried about you."
"Gee, sorry Officer. Didn't think you cared."
"I don't," he replied bluntly, the obvious lie gritting through his teeth. His partner had been your father and Leone felt complete responsibility for his murder. He didn't understand why you chose to affiliate with him. "But your Mom cares. Why are you doing that test?"
"I'm sixteen, Leone. I can do as I please." The silver haired sinner grimaced, swallowing hard before relaxing into his pose a little. He wasn't sure why, but he had always felt calm around you. You were an irritating, annoying little runt, but after several run ins with him as a police officer, he'd come to appreciate your company. For some reason, you believed it wasn't his fault, but there was no way he could accept such forgiveness. Not in a million years. Not from you.

Your crimes had always been petty, gaining you zero recognition amongst real criminals or the force and simply getting you kicked out of school. Abbacchio secretly thought it was a shame, as you seemed bright and your mother had always spoken highly of your intelligence whenever he had returned you back home in a police car.
Now you were here doing this test.
"What's on your mind?" you asked sweetly, eyeing him from below. He appeared uneasy, despite not actually rejecting the question. "I can tell you know. Something feels different about you."
"Yeah well, you should keep your nose out of other people's business. You should just give it to me, fire is dangerous."
"You're only mean to me when you're sober." Grunting at your observation, he continued to chill, irises changing colours under the white glow of the moon through the window.
A comfortable silence followed, Abbacchio lining his thoughts in order and you simply enjoying your preening of the flame. "I really have nowhere to do this, Leone. I was caught stealing from some giant Sicilian guy the other day and I thought he was going to kill me, even with his stupid hat."
"Well, you are a brat. Maybe you deserved it, ever think of that?"
"Brat or not, I fought back. He held a knife to my throat. Guy looked like a clown but he told me to go to the prison in town and speak to some other guy."
"Polpo," he interrupted. You stopped, looking up at him and stammering. "I did this test a few weeks ago. You should just let the flame go out and leave it. Seriously."
"But why? It sounded promising. Making a living out of stealing. It's all good at, even you know that."
"Enough of this. You have no idea what you're talking about. I'm taking you home."
"Why, so I can further disappoint my mother?" Staring intimidatingly down at your small frame, he saw the fire in your eyes. You meant this, and to be honest you were right. You could have a bright future in the mafia. "The world needs people like us. Neutral people who do the right thing but sometimes by the wrong people."
"You're talking utter smack."
"Well, you haven't forcibly kicked me out yet."
"Do I need to?"
Reluctantly, you accepted the walk home, rising to your feet and linking his broad arm. You wandered through the dark in silence, reaching your house quietly. With a small parting goodbye, you retrieved your arm but Abbacchio gripped your wrist to stall you. Gasping, you looked up at him with big eyes.
"Go to the Libeccio tomorrow. Speak with Bucciarati before you take that back."
"I don't even know what he looks like. Why do you care?"
"Because you're my stupid brat," he admitted, ruffling your hair. "Don't wake your Mom up."
"Where will you go now?" you stuttered, awaiting his response as you stood at the door.
"I'm going with you. To Passione."