Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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There will be spoilers. (Following the anime)
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Merely letting out a deep sigh upon hearing the man speak you shook your head, "I wasn't going to in the first place. I just wanted to tease you." Still holding his head softly between your hands, you found yourself subconsciously rubbing the pads of your thumbs against his cheeks in small circular shapes.
Your gaze drifted around the room seeing glass and water littering the area before coming to rest on an out of place pile of gray dust. "When he killed it we thought you were gone too." Speaking up from your shoulder Number Five began crying once more, it's small arms grabbed at strands of your hair and hugging them for comfort. "But then you showed up and we were glad you didn't die."
Softly smiling at the stand you pulled a hand away from Mista's face lightly patting Number Fives head, "I'm glad you were worried, but I'm all good see." Insisting that you let out a sigh, of course when the butterfly got destroyed it hurt like hell, but it was only a substand.
"The blood smeared on your face says otherwise." Pointing that out and tilting his head up to stare at you he let out a hum, "It's fine to say you got hurt, it was a part of your stand after all." Staying in place for a while longer he eventually moved to sit up, face no longer looking wrinkled and in fact it seemed like the man with the aging stand was currently down for the time being.
"That's whatever, but on the bright side you've stopped aging." Pointing that out and reaching up towards the gunslingers face he stopped you, having reached out himself to cup your own face rubbing a thumb along it.
"It's not just whatever dummy, just because you're the team's medic doesn't mean you don't take care of yourself." Shaking his head while saying that Number Five, still hugging your hair, nodded giving a noise in agreement.
"And I do take care of myself," Insisting that you raised a hand up resting them gently on his own, your eyes lingered over his expression before catching sight of wrinkles forming. Acting instinctively your hands moved to grip his wrists, a gold stream similar to that of thread wrapped around his arms followed by a cool sensation as opposed to it's usual warmth.
"The aging stand is back- Don't let go or you'll age faster. I can cool us both down like this."
"Let you go? You're the one holding onto me." Correcting what you said, Mista's gaze trailed around the cart before falling back on you, a slight smile had crept onto his lips.
It had felt like years since the two of you had met and he couldn't have been more grateful to have you on the team.
Wanting to fire back you merely just clicked your tongue, "Because you're going-" The trains screeching brakes cut you off and everything slid or jolted forward in response to the momentum.
