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

Deception

I'm a bit nervous to say this since I still haven't decided whether I'm going to actually write it or not, but I just wrote the first chapter for the sds au and I'm really happy with the characters. I'm already feeling very emotionally attached to most of the siblings :<

Also I looked up Diavolo's height and it said 'between 187-193' so we're going with 190cm ^_^

'"That's Bucciarati! It's Bucciarati's...soul!"'

You watched wide eyed, mouth open, as Bucciarati rushed Chariot, using Sticky Fingers to hit the stand's arm, forcing the arrow to clatter to the ground with a metallic clink.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks and a warm fuzzy feeling being released throughout your mind. For a moment all you could focus on was Bucciarati's soul darting forward, completely certain and unwavering in his actions.

"Yes! Bucciarati's okay! And he was going after the arrow before the boss was!" Narancia cheered from his perch and you silently agreed though you did attempt to hold back your excitement a little.

"The way you're talking...sounds like it's Narancia who's inside you. Am I correct?" Bucciarati spoke. You felt an unsettling feeling wash over you this happened.

Despite you knowing it was, without a doubt, Bucciarati, you couldn't help but feel uneasy from his voice.

'Let's see if we can make some fun out of him guessing...' You thought mischievously.

You heard Narancia respond with a happy albeit slightly shocked 'yeah' as relief washed over him. From beneath you, Abbacchio stepped out to join Giorno and Trish.

Almost instantly Bucciarati's eyes landed on your physical body as he looked you up and down.

"Absolutely not." Abbacchio grumbled miserably, noting the way he was being looked at. You awkwardly stepped out from behind the wall, following Abbacchio and smiling cheekily.

Bucciarati smiled at you but turned to where Giorno and Trish were standing. "So you two are...?" Bucciarati questioned.

"I'm Giorno." Giorno replied calmly.

"I-it's me, Trish." Trish spoke a little nervously and Bucciarati nodded his head.

Bucciarati then walked over to where you and Abbacchio were standing.

"Which makes you: Abbacchio and you: (y/n)?" He peered over to you curiously and you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as Abbacchio nodded.

"How is it even that though I switched to the tallest person in the group, I still don't get to look down at you..." You mumbled, glaring up at the top of Bucciarati's head that was only a few centimetres taller than yours. He snorted at your childish behaviour before returning back to his working attitude. His eyes landing on the turtle Giorno was holding.

"Well done, Bucciarati. You've already figured out this bizarre situation." Polnareff croaked out.

"That voice...are you the man we were supposed to meet earlier?" Bucciarati questioned, a little taken aback like the rest of you had been.

"Indeed. My name is Jean Pierre Polnareff. I was killed by Diavolo. But I swapped souls with this turtle, so I'm just barely clinging to this world, basically as a ghost. And that is my stand. The arrows power caused it to go berserk, and it is now Chariot Requiem. That's the reason your souls have all been swapped." Polnareff explained steadily and calmly, reciting his knowledge over.

"Wait. If our souls have been swapped, then the one in my body is-" Bucciarati turned to look for his body.

"He hasn't woken up yet. He's still out cold." Mista spoke from behind a pillar, keeping his stand out.