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

Planning a celebration

Okay so I don't know what any of you guys will think of this ending but I thought it would be nice to have it end in a ball. Not a party, but a full ball in a huge open dance room with food and set in a large hall that overlooks all of Naples. (Maybe with a small after party with just the gang ;) )

I just think that would be so romantic, I decided to live vicariously through (y/n) so I hope you guys enjoy what I dream up in this ^_^

Also I have to admit, I used a few writing prompts to make this chapter a bit more interesting as I felt without them it might end up being a little boring or something >_<

'"That sounds perfect." You replied and clasped his hand in yours. You both shared a small smile before following after the rest of the group.'

[This is set a few months later, probably around late October early November time]

The gang, as well as yourself, were sat in Bucciarati's home back in Naples. You were all gathered in the living room and discussing plans for a ball.

The reasoning behind this being to observe how the members of Passione would act and picking out any possible gangsters who were planning to revolt against the new boss - Giorno Giovanna.

"Is a ball entirely necessary?" Abbacchio groaned and you nodded slowly in agreement.

"Of course it's necessary, Abbacchio. We've already been over this, we must take the chance to announce with assertion that Giorno is undoubtedly the new Boss." Bucciarati explained, rather exasperatedly at the two of you. He was stood in front of the rest of you and resting against the mantelpiece, Giorno was stood next to him.

"Do you think some people might try to attack at the...celebration?" Narancia asked curiously.

"We can't say for sure but as we all know it's better to prepare, just in case." Bucciarati replied to Narancia who seemed rather excited.

"If anyone does attack, can I hit them with my knife?" Narancia asked eagerly and your eyes widened at his happy inquiry.

"I believe the technical term for that is stabbing, Narancia." Giorno corrected and you snorted discreetly.

"Well, we should certainly start planning, like when it will happen, the venue, the food as well as other things." Trish piped up.

Due to her circumstances, she was now staying with the rest of you and had also been adopted into the gang.

"You needn't worry about that, there's a grand hall set atop one of the hills nearby with a marvellous view overlooking Naples. I have a friend there so that's the venue sorted." Bucciarati explained.

Just then Mista stumbled through the door from the kitchen to the living room holding a bottle of wine.

"Mista, it's 11:00 a.m., don't you think it's a little early for alcohol?" You sighed and rubbed your temple at his odd ways.

"Good thinking." Abbacchio mumbled and hastily popped open the bottle and took a huge gulp, chugging about half of it in a few seconds.

"Oi, I got that for myself! Who do you think you are, putting your filthy lips on it?" Mista accused but Abbacchio ignored him and walked confidently back to his seat - which was next to you - taking the wine with him.

"Are any of you taking this seriously?" Bucciarati ridiculed and you all sat up straight. While he was soothing most of the time he had what Narancia called his 'adult voice', you all knew he was being serious when he used it and so you listened.

"(y/n)'s right. Abbacchio, Mista, it's too early for alcohol, put it away right now." Bruno ordered and Abba resentfully stood up and passed the nearly empty bottle back to Mista to take back to the kitchen. Mista let out a sound of annoyance but complied and stood up to return the bottle to the kitchen.