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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Raising a leg to kneel on one of the seats Mista rested a hand on his face, "Yeah, just barely though. Let's live it up in Venice for a few days before we go home. I hear the food's great there."
Perking up at the mention of food Narancia quickly chimed in, "They have good food here? I just remembered I was hungry. What kind of food do they have?" Tuning out the conversation you took the time to survey everyone's expression. There hasn't been much time for anyone to relax and just seeing the slight smile on everyone's face brought one to your own.
"Hey, you idiots!" Snapping your gaze back towards the back of the boat where Bruno had yelled from he continued, "Don't let your guard down! The mission's not over yet! Narancia keep an eye on the radar." The aforementioned black haired male right away went back to scanning the area.
Raising from his seat Giorno turned to face the Capo, "Bucciarati, I volunteer to be her bodyguard in the tower. I'll take her to the top of the bell tower." Insisting that the two stared at one another seemingly having a non verbal conversation before Abbacchio shot up from his seat gripping the blonds shoulder with one hand and pointing accusingly with the other.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! Bucciarati's the Capo, so of course he's going to take her, you dumbass! The boss didn't specify anyone because he didn't know who was still alive!" Hearing that your gaze moved between the three of them before Trish rose from the seat beside you, still clutching your hand in hers.
"I want (Y/N) to escort me." Nearly choking on your own saliva as she said that the rest of the team stared at the two of you.
"Trish, (Y/N) can't be the one to escort yo-" "And why not?" Quickly cutting Bruno off she moved past him stepping off the boat and onto the stairs, all the while tugging you along. "She's capable of taking me and I'm comfortable with her. What's the problem with that?"
Casting his gaze between the both of you Bruno let out a sigh, "Trish, you need to understand that whoever goes with you has to be your bodyguard and not to slander (Y/N), but she's just the team's medic." Bruno's words no lie kind of hurt, but they were true. Sure you could act on impulse and make split second decisions, but being someone's bodyguard wasn't really your forte.
"So? The instructions said to bring one person and I want that person to be (Y/N)." Once again insisting that Trish and Bruno had an intense staring contest, neither wanting to back down from their given statements.
"Hey uh, why don't we let you and Bruno go in...and I can send my stand with you guys? It's small and in a way I can be there with you without breaking the rules." Trying to find a middle ground for the two, your eyes bounced between them.
God you hoped that was a good solution.
Pursing her lips together and pulling her gaze away from the dark haired man they focused on you, a subtle frown was etched onto her expression but her grip on your hand relaxed. "It won't be the same but..." Giving her hand a comforting squeeze you watched Bruno let out a sigh.
