Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[88] to the depth of hell.

Hi, how's everyone doing?
This one's requested by WolfhardsBish

I had a lot of fun with this one. I made up all the lore based on what I read on the internet, so please, don't judge me on this. This one's 3,4k words long.

Please let me know what do you all think in the comment.

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The great kingdom of Italia is one of the biggest kingdoms out there ruling the world. Within its territory lies many untouched lands of otherworldly nature. It is said that there exist mythical creatures that are after humans. Thus, taking extra care of them is the job of those who are brave enough to be a hunter.

One of the most prominent hunters, Bucciarati, is working for a hunter guild named Passione. He's approved of his skill and permitted to lead his own team. The team he led is especially famous among the aristocrats. They are skilled ones to accompany Bucciarati on hunting missions.

"Chief Polpo has delivered us a new mission last night," Bucciarati announced on an early Sunday morning. Few of them were barely awake as the sun has yet to arise. The smell of coffee is coming out from a pot brewed by their young advisor. "He said viscount Cannolo Murolo spotted a harpy by the border forest of the West."

"Harpy? They shouldn't be here." Abbachio, the oldest, spoke after appreciating the cup of hot coffee in his hand. He smells like morning dew, early, and washed. "We're in the East."

"Indeed. Harpy was said to live on an island, somewhere around the western sea," Bucciarati agreed.

"Are we going to capture it?" The youngest asked as he's braiding his hair. Giorno, his name, and he just stepped out of his room. "Considering the viscount..."

Bucciarati nodded. "He's probably going to hold it in the auction."

"What was harpy again?" Narancia yawned, and proceed to slouch on the chair. He's the scout of the team. Young and agile he is, quick on his feet, great observation, but not much wisdom. 

"You dumb. It's a bird, Narancia." Mista, the crossbow wielder with a hat no matter where he goes, yawned even wider than the one beside him. He then asked for the only one left for a juice.

Bucciarati ignored the two. He's then looking at the young advisor who's busy in the kitchen. "What do you think, Fugo?"

One of the smartest, he is, known to the entire kingdom. He's able to do everything and anything in one try. A true prodigy who ran away. The name's Fugo and he's pouring orange juice. 

"We don't have any other option, do we?" He eventually spoke after some time. Fugo's glancing his violet eyes at the leader. "Though, I don't think it's wise to capture a harpy. They feared because they kidnapped humans. But only the deserved ones. Such as the viscount..."

"We can skip this one then!" Narancia has fully woken up after drinking the terribly sour orange juice. 

"And us," Fugo added. Abbacchio hums in understanding.

Bucciarati said thank you when Fugo serves him breakfast. "Unfortunately, we don't have any other options, gentlemen."

"I'm going to list our preparations after this," Fugo informed. "This is our first time going against harpy. I need everyone to know what we're going against."

"Perhaps you can tell us what you know about harpy over breakfast?" It was Giorno.

"I have no doubt for you, Giorno. I must say I refuse to give a second explanation just because Mista and Narancia wouldn't listen to me as they eat."