JJBA Prompts

Prompt 1 - Tired of your body

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(This is from a discord server with people on AO3 :3 I'm doing prompt 31 from Cryran88
Sorry my tenses are all over the place T^T please bare with me)
(I was trying not to stray too far from the prompt 💅)
(Everyone's alive AU)

⚠️TW Implied Physical ab//se and inj//ries, sc\\rs etc, shouting and swearing⚠️
⚠️CW body sw//p and giorno and Abbacchio dynamics ⚠️

~Chapter 1~

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(Abbachio/Third person Ish?)

Fuck! He'd been hit! Shit!

They'd been sent out on a mission to deal with some drug trafficking and needed Abbacchio's moody blues to recall events. He was sent there with Giorno the stupid perfect blonde haired teenager. He was only really there to keep them safe. Pfft as if he even needed his help.
Getting out of the car a couple blocks down the street, they checked if they had been followed. Thankfully nobody was there, Narancia's Aerosmith would've been helpful to be sure. In an almost awkward silence they headed over to where the dealing was reported to have been.
Heading into the small discreet alleyway, Abbacchio checked the surroundings before quietly summoning his stand.
"Rewind"
He muttered trying not to draw attention that's the least he wanted to do. He had to figure out who was involved and report the info to Bucciarati. He found something from a day and a bit a go and started to rewind, ignoring Giorno who was pacing annoyingly behind him. God he wished he'd stay still and shut up for once.
The second he finished and was about to say play, they both heard a noise and quickly snapped there heads in the direction. Seeing someone approaching them, Giorno instantly summoned Golden Experience, its shape hovering in front of him.
It was quite an awkward scuffle for a while before the stand user landed one direct hit on Abbacchio. Causing both stand users to fall to the floor.
Fuck! He'd been hit! Shit!! The users getting away!
But he couldn't move, his muscles tensed and felt million times more heavier as he felt his eyes close.
Shit!! Body work goddamnit!
Both of them soon enough falling unconscious on the floor.

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(Abbacchio/Third person?)

Ugh, what the fuck?
He slowly sat up, feeling funny, maybe it was because his head was spinning. The horrible splitting headache.
God this sucks
The mission still wasn't over he'd have to quickly finish it up and head back and tell Bucciarati what happened.  Grumbling, he stood up. Suddenly feeling that weird funny feeling again. He seemed, smaller and felt a bit weaker? It was more of a question then a statement.
What the fuck?
His head wasn't getting better, he moved his hand to his head before seeing he was in Giorno's signature lavender colored clothing.
WHAT THE FUCK-?
He felt something against the back of his neck, he took the braids and glared at them. They were Giorno's, that was his hair. His eyes tinted with panic he turned behind him only to see. Himself? What the hell? Was this some sort of illusion from that stand user? He quickly examined himself, no doubt this was definitely Giorno's body.  He felt a large wave of discomfort rush through him.
His partner was about to stand up, no resembling Abbacchio his eyes wide with shock, both of them where gobsmacked.
"Abbacchio what is this?"
Giorno exlaimed, his toned confused and concerned
"Dont expect me to know you dumbass, I woke up like this did you do something? Hey kid listen to me, what the h-"
He snarled before he was interrupted.
"It's nothing to do with me, I didn't do anything"
He grunted in reply, visibly apprehensive at the thought of Giorno in his body.  He hated how much explaining he'd have to do with Bucciarati about this, the stand user probably long gone it was probably them who did this. The both of them agreed on something, they wouldn't do anything stupid or weird and continued the mission in silence.
Giorno seeming way more troubled and fidgety, his actions out of place in Abbacchio's body. Every now and then looking at the latter as if checking for something.  He looks shaken, plastered with dread. He snorted in reply before snapping
"Can you stop that, you brat"
Giorno just ignored him which pissed of Abbacchio even more as a wave of annoyed insults came hurling at them. Giorno accepts the scolding anyway, his mind preoccupied.
Soon enough the mission was sorted and they both departed, the stand user who caused this was in one of the replays. He grunted, he hated the idea of having to deal with this till the stand user was found. Increasingly unnerved and daunted, they both were. It was gonna be a long fucking week.

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(Abbacchio/Third person)

Ignoring Giorno on the way, he begrudgingly made his way into the rest house. The voices of mists and narancia coming from the living room. Arguing over the remote control. He sighed in annoyance and made his way to Bruno's office hoping to avoid anyone's interactions. Knocking on the door to signal to them that he wanted to talk.
Hearing a shuffle from the opposite side of the door and quick paced steps and then soon enough the familiar face of the capo peered through the door.
"Giorno? What do you need?"
His voice calm, almost tired. He'd probably been working hard on paperwork. Abbacchio's sighed
"Actually it's a long story, can I explain?"
Bucciarati looked at him with interest before letting him into the office. He sighed, leani against the wall as he explained the whole thing to Bruno.  Also telling him about the information they gathered about the drug trafficking
"I see," The capo stated with a frown, "that's going to be a bit complicated, it shouldn't last though I can assure you I can deal with it fast. So don't worry Leone."
Bucciarati felt slightly awkward calling someone who looked like Giorno 'Leone' they'd probably have to let the others know. Bruno quickly said goodbye and went off to explain to the others the situation.

~Time skip bought to you by King crimson~

It was late at night. Giorno and Abbacchio where the only people awake, the latter was still extremely distressed whilst Abbacchio was just angry. Shouting at Giorno again, taking out his rage on the don. He didn't fucking care if he was a mafia boss, he was just extremely stressed. The teenager just ignored him. Trapped in his thoughts, not listening to a word.
He scoffed "I'm going to take a shower, okay kid, in pitch black obviously' his tone full of venom. Giorno perks up concern growing rapidly. Abbacchio is already out of the room as Giorno opens his mouth to say something but he's already in the bathroom slamming the door. Letting out a sigh he glares at himself in the mirror. Touching his face, observing the features that aren't his, gazing at himself. The same annoying look that bothered him so much. He lets out a shakey worried sigh. Reassuring himself it'll be over, putting his trust into Bucciarati.
His back itchy and dry as he slowly takes of his shirt, scratching at it confused at its uncharacteristic roughness of the skin. His head tilted in confusion as he turns so his back is facing the mirror. He peers behind him.
Suddenly his mouth drops with shock, meeting a horrible pattern of scars, dents and dark lines. Littering every part of his back. Cuts and Injuries he'd never expect to see on a teenager his age. His face frozen in shock, his heart drops.

What the-?

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