Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[69] come back home.

Hi, how's everyone doing today?
I wish everyone here a pleasant holiday 🍓
I'm pretty sure this will be my last writing for this year. I can't thank everyone enough for reading my stories and supporting me until now. I will never make it this far, with 5 books, without everyone. This year has been a mess for us, but with everyone here, everything is bearable for me and even better than the year before. 
I hope I can keep continuing writing next year with even more amazing stories and concepts. I'm also planning a short original fiction to write. Please look forward to them.
I made this in a hurry between my paperwork. Sorry, I can't write much.
Once again, thank you for being here 💕

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Being a part of the mafia and a lover was never easy. You and your lover, with the same occupation, rarely had the time to spend together. Live together and all, but meet only early in the morning or really late at night. Things started to get annoying and frustrating. 

If Giorno hadn't given you time off first, you'd have stormed into his office to protest. Luckily the dearest don of the organization had granted you and your lover one month off. While he and the rest of the team will have a vacation together in Venezia. So, you called your lover to see what he wants for the long-awaited holiday.

"It kinda sucks we still have to do work on Christmas eve," you gasped, breathing hard for air after running to hide behind the wall. A phone between your ear and shoulder and a machine gun on your hands. It's your beloved stand, Carousel. "What do you want for dinner, Panni?"

A soft chuckle can be heard from the other side. "Why are you calling me while you're still working, [y/n]? You have to be careful."

"Don't blame me! I can't wait to see you again. Not gonna lie, I almost come to the mansion and blast everything." You ran again, cornering your target. "I also can imagine your phone on the shoulder and neck while writing something on those ugly papers."

"At least I'm here in the office and not doing some hard work. I'll be safe." 

Pannacotta smiled as he's writing for the last paper. All he can hear from the phone was the loud sound from your stand. He can tell you're having a blast from your loud cheers as well. 

"Sorry, Panni, I just finished. What did you say?"

"Nothing, my love. I'll have anything you cook for dinner."

"I know you're just lazy thinking about it," you hummed, "I'll go shopping after this. Do you want-"

"No, I'll bring the cake myself," he cuts in, "see you at home."

"See you, sweet cake!"

You ran again, heels against the marbled floor, a smile carving on your lips. As soon as you get into the car, you're screaming from excitement. You've been missing him like crazy despite just see him last night. You're already planning for dinner, which movie to watch, and it looks like you have to call Leone to ask him which wine is best.

On the other side of the city, Pannacotta came out of his office after saying goodbye to Bruno and Polnareff who were in the room. He didn't tell you that he would come home early because he also has prepared himself for the holiday months before. He thought of a simple surprise for tonight and ordered a custom cake with six layers. 

He wouldn't trade you for anything. You would do anything to keep him. The three years of the relationship has been going through up and down. Revolving around betrayal and death. Life and laughter. It was never easy. Yet you and he keep moving forward. Refused to let go of each other even if both are bleeding. You and he have been blessed greatly. The pain was worth the price. 

You find Pannacotta's motorbike was already in the garage. Groceries on your hands and joy in your chest, you announced your arrival. Beautiful smile, a warm hug, Pannacotta greeted you softly after he opened the door.

"Welcome back, my love," he said, taking over the groceries from your hands. "Thank you for doing groceries. I'll be the one who cooks tonight."

"Ooh, what is it?! Panni will cook? Thank you, sweetheart." You tiptoed to kiss his forehead. 

"Anything for you, princess. You may go take a shower first."

"Will do. I'm going to join you right after dinner!"

Pannacotta knows he's not the best cook. Your cooking taste much better than his, always and never failed so. Still, he wants to spoil you after so long. His little girl who loves him despite all his flaws. 

And you who quickly take a shower to hug him from behind. To appreciate your lover and everything he has done for you. You want to show him that you care and will always do. Your man who loves you through thick and thin.

Both of you ended up making dinner together. With laughter and joy spreading in the kitchen room. Just two ordinary humans having the time of their life. Kisses and little hugs, dinner is served with love.

Finally, the time to catch up with one another. So many things to tell, many memories to share, and release the feeling of longing. The building up suspense, anger, anxiety. Being separated all the time is actually hurt no matter both of you convincing yourself that everything will be alright.

"Now, now, have you finished your cake?" Pannacotta wiping up the cream on your lips. Your eyes have gotten red around, filled with tears. "You okay?"

You nodded weakly, embarrassed yourself. The night supposed to be fun, not sad like this. It's not even midnight, far from midnight. You haven't watched the movie yet. 

"[y/n]," he called, "why don't we ignore the movie and go to bed early?"

"Huh, why?" You didn't get it until Pannacotta took your hand and kissed them. "Y-You mean now?"

"I know it's still early but I think this is the right time." He stood up and proceed to carry you in his arms. "I don't want you to cry here."

"You're so impatient, Panna!" you laughed away, weeping out your tears. Hands around his neck, you gave him a kiss there. Marked red, owned by you only.

"Who's really impatient here, my love?" He bites your lips as he made his way to the bedroom. Tasted sweet, for him only.

Both are finally home.