[Un] Lucky (Vento Aureo x Reader)

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I apologise for the delay, things have been very chaotic lately.

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You had been running for a good 10 minutes. Although you felt a little uncomfortable due  to the stinging sensation in your feet's soles and insteps that the high-heeled boots you wore caused, the sensation wasn't rivaled with the adrenaline pumping through your system.

Once you felt safe enough, your whole body collapsed on the middle of a random alleyway. (Y/N) found herself lying in an unknown street at 2 a.m. Isn't it peculiar? Who would've thought running in circles, zig-zagging and backtracking every now and then would be so tiresome?
Jokes aside, you needed to figure out your stand as soon as possible or you'd have a problem...

Unbeknownst to your persona, Flavio wasn't the only one following you.

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"Hey Abbacchio" The smol orange called the extremely handsome tiddy goth girlfriend's attention.

"What do you want?" He barked, visibly annoyed by the 17-year-old.

"Isn't that the nice girl from the restaurant?" He asked pointing at your running figure.

"Narancia" Abbacchio turned his vision to the 17-year-old. "Do I look like I care?" He scoffed.

"B-But Abbacchio, she may be in trouble" The youngest stuttered.

"Again, do I look like I care?" Abbacchio sighed.

Before Leone could lecture the boy on his impulsive behaviours, Narancia dashed in the direction (Y/N) had previously gone through.

Anyone who feeds Narancia earns his respect, and it's even easier if you give him chocolate.

"I swear he's gonna get killed one of these days..."

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"You know..." A voice said in the darkness. "For being a woman, you sure can pack a punch" Flavio commented half heartedly. "Who would've thought that stands are a common thing nowadays? I've never would've imagined a girl such as yourself possessing one."

Flavio has just become annoying at this point.

"Oh yeah?" You said with overflowing confidence; Even if you were truly terrified of the uncertainty of the situation and at a clear disadvantage, you still had to stand up for yourself. "Don't get cocky, asshole. I'll break that flimsy dick of yours like a fucking twig, so do not test me." You threatened.

"Oh boo boo, look how scared I am." He mocked you. "I would've fallen for your little act if you hadn't spent more than 30 minutes running away."

Se llama jugada de espera, idiota.

"Plastic Love" you muttered quietly. The stand manifested a couple feet away from you, hidden by the typical trash container and the alley's darkness.

"Cat got your tongue, principessa?"  He continued while getting closer.

Now was the time.

"Plastic Love!" You exclaimed from the top of your lungs, your stand attacking Flavio and leaving him with a desfigurated face.

Or that was the outcome you expected...

"Not so fast, cucciola. I won't fall for the same trick twice." He snapped his fingers and boom, your stand was no longer by his side. That goddamn fucker teleported your stand.

"Shit." You said, Plastic Love couldn't even touch him and now was at least 10 metres apart from you.

At least now you know that your stand is medium-ranged.

You were running out of options.

"Hey, you!" Another voice shouted, calling Flavio's attention. "Hasn't anyone taught you basic manners? Geez, everyone mocks me for being dumb but even I know how to respect women."

Oh

My

God!!

"Narancia was here?!" You exclaimed to yourself, getting Narancia confused, how'd you know his name?

"NEVER LET YOUR GUARD DOWN!" Flavio took advantage of Narancia's confusion to attack him.

Definitely a bold move, but not the smartest one.

"Watch out!" You warned him, your stand being too far away for you to take action.

Narancia quickly pulled out his stand and left Flavio looking like Fugo's clothes.
If there was something remarkable about him, it was his perseverance. Despite looking like a slice of Swiss cheese, Flavio stood proud and tried to attack Narancia again.
Until a bunch of darts hit him in the back, effectively knocking him out in less than three seconds.
Unfortunately you hit Narancia too.

You panicked, turning to look at your stand. The spikes that once emerged from it's knuckles were no longer there. Their absence marked by circular indents in the places they were supposed to be.

You rushed to Narancia's unconcious self, carefully checking his vitals.

"Just what was in there?" You asked to yourself.

Your stand approached Narancia's body and plucked one of the spikes showing you the small chemical formula engraved in them.
It took a moment for you to remember but it eventually hit you.

"Triazolam"

Is this what the God of dead meant with "based on your characteristics"? Well, you were studying Biochemistry in University so it did make sense... You still had questions about your stand though.

The drug was probably diluted with water to make it an injection, and Narancia's dose was most likely safe since only one or two needles hit him.
You couldn't say the same thing about Flavio though...
The guy would probably overdose with the apparent dose he received. And although you couldn't tell exactly, even if he died you didn't really care. You would be making a favour to society.

You made your stand pick the orange up and were just about to leave the crime scene but quickly turned around. Your pace was steady, heading directly towards Flavio's limp body.
Once you were close enough, you proceeded to stomp on his crotch, ribs, chest, and pretty much everywhere you knew would cause unbearable pain, if he was still alive of course...

No meterlo en arroz lo va a arreglar.

"Fucking idiot!" You said turning towards your house.

You still had about 7 hours before Narancia wakes up.

"I need a stand cry..." You said to yourself.

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iT's BeEN a moNtH

Boring short chapter, ik and I'm sorry. It's just that my storyline is a mess rn, and I want to make it accurate.

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed! Any suggestions on what should our stand cry be?
Hope to see you soon!