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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"You should rest, you're beginning to look pale." Pointing that out Mista pressed his lips into a firm line focusing his gaze on where you sat. He could tell right away that using your stand to warm up the blond was beginning to take its toll on you.
"I'm fine, besides I have to make sure you all are breathing properly and such." Your tone of voice was soft and if not for the room being silent he wasn't sure if he would've heard you.
In response to your comment he let out a deep sigh casting his gaze towards Number One and Five. Having done what you asked about cleaning the blood off Narancia, the gunslinger tossed the small towel onto the coffee table making his way towards where you sat.
"Everyone's breathing perfectly fine and look Giorno's going to be just fine. He's resilient like that." Saying that in reassurance he took a seat beside you observing how your gaze remained on the blond.
"But-" "No but's no cut's no coconuts." Throwing an arm out behind you and lightly pushing your head onto his shoulder, he ignored the huff you let out. "So just rest, I'll wake you up if anything. I promise."
"You'd better, or I'm going to kick your ass." Mumbling that out and letting out a sigh you stared out into the room, the overuse of your stand finally began weighing down on you much to your annoyance.
Merely giving a nod in response to what you'd said he began softly brushing some of your hair in a soothing manner, the action seemed to have put you at ease and he could tell you were quickly drifting off.
Number Five and One both stared at their user sharing a knowing look, catching sight of this Mista let out a scoff rolling his eyes at the two. "Not a word from either of you."
Both stands made a zipped mouth motion before disappearing, leaving their user who would wholeheartedly treasure this quiet moment.
Well,
Quiet for a good few minutes at least. Until Narancia woke up whining about the biggest headache imaginable. Around this time the other three had also made an appearance and reluctantly Mista shook you awake, a groggy groan instantly bubbled up and out through your throat.
"Did we land?" Covering up a yawn and asking that you blinked a few times before seeing Trish give you a confident nod, her whole demeanor seemed to have changed surprisingly enough and you could only assume something happened during the rest of the flight.
"You could say that." Moving to stand in front of you she extended a hand showing you another hand in hers, something you would've been confused over if not for the fact Giorno's stand could create body parts. "And in addition I found this."
Eagerly taking the hand from her you tugged over the corresponding arm holding the two together till your stands golden threads fully stitched them together. A look of awe crossed your expression relieved and happy that the blond could still fight, but that reaction quickly switched to one of concern seeing that Bruno was also missing a hand.
