We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Grace Impact

I just realised I haven't given (y/n)'s stand a name...

So I originally wanted to call it 'Medic' since it was simple and covered the stand's ability to heal well but then I thought about how it can also force energy inside a target and make them erupt which isn't very doctor-ly. Additionally the other stands have three or more syllables so they sound cooler.

Anyway I though calling it Grace Impact would be cool since grace covers the healing and slightly elegant side of the stand and impact covers the explosion side, it also sounds like brace impact which would be fun to yell out so that's what really made me choose it because it had a sneaky little thing ^_^

'🔴🔴🔴' - warning for when graphic violence and/or gore

'🟢🟢🟢' - when graphic violence and/gore have finished.

'🔴' - Not pleasant
'🔴🔴' - very uncomfortable
'🔴🔴🔴' - Graphic violence + gore

Examples:
🔴 - mentions of blood and/or gore in vague detail: 'the laceration on his neck was bleeding badly.'
🔴🔴 - injury detail: 'his artery was open and raggedly pumped blood out of his neck.'
🔴🔴🔴 - Horror/gore overkill: 'his aorta was ripped causing the dark blood to ooze out of the gash in his neck.'

''So we'll be heading to Sardinia next, eh?' You wondered what it would be like travelling there.'

Narancia was absentmindedly stiring his soup with his fork, "I was under the impression that Trish was like me, but I guess she's already made up her mind. I just followed on a whim, so I still don't know if there's any hope in this trip or not." He was muttering. You were too busy finishing off the remnants of your spaghetti.

He then got up and walked to the other table. "Narancia, is something wrong?" You asked curiously. "I must've dropped my spoon into my soup, I'm getting another one!" Narancia called over his shoulder.

"Narancia, that's disgusting! Someone could've already used that! Here, have mine. I've been using my fork the entire time." You handed your spoon over to him and went back to your meal, occasionally looking up at the others who were checking a map and talking.

Some silence went by so you looked over to Narancia who suddenly jumped away from his soup.

"An enemy! There's an enemy near by!" He shouted. You immediately slurped up the mouthful of spaghetti and jumped away from the table, turning your attention to Narancia.

"There's a shark in my soup! Aerosmith!" He leapt up and summoned his stand.

"Giorno! Get Trish inside the turtle! Abbacchio, guard the right! Mista, guard the left! (y/n), stick with Narancia!" Bucciarati issued a series of commands and you all followed through, you leaping over next to Narancia.

"Where, Narancia? Where are they?" Mista yelled from next to you, holding his gun. "Inside the soup! They were somehow already in it!" Narancia yelled.

Mista crouched down next to it and you peered over, "Where are they now?" Mista asked in befuddlement. "But there were there! There was something like a shark in my soup!" Narancia insisted. "I don't see anything strange about it. Does that mean we lost them?" Mista asked and you continued to peer into the spilled soup.

Rather abruptly Narancia let out a scream and fell down. "Narancia! What happened?!" Mista shouted at him, shocked.

Mista cradled him in his arms as he continued screaming. "Narancia! Were you attacked somewhere? Where did they get you?" Narancia ignored the barrage of questions and continued pointing at the spilled soup.