Star Struck (JJBA x Reader Oneshots) [COMPLETED]

Fugo Pannacotta | Lo Spettro

FEMALE READER ANGST

~ violence, SA mention, and language warning ~

(Art is not mine cred to the artist (couldn't find them))

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I walked down the hall to Bucciarati's office, ready for my next assignment. Like the rest of the gang, Bucciarati picked me up off of the streets and gave me a place to call home. I was picked up a little after Abbaccio was, so you'd think he'd treat me like a little sister.

"Hey bitch." Abbaccio's gruff tone echoed down the hall. "You know the drill. I get to go in for my talk first, so move."

He absolutely hates my guts.

"Sorry, I didn't know he called you too." My eyes never meet his anymore, knowing it only makes him more insufferable. "I'll wait here for you to be done." He walked past me, bumping me into the wall. I never understood why he hated me, but I guess it was something to do with my relationships to the gang.

"You really shouldn't just let him talk down to you like that, (Y/n)." I turned to see Fugo leaning against the hall's entry, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"You know I tried that before. I just want to get along with him at this point," I sigh out, glancing down the hall at Bucciarati's now closed door. "Plus, I don't even know how I would stand up to him. I'm not too much of an instigator, you know that," I finish, looking back to Fugo.

"You could challenge him to a fight and beat him! Then he wouldn't have a choice but to recognize your strengths!" Narancia borderline yelled, excited to hear me entertaining the thought of fighting back. I chuckled as I shook my head.

"Maybe if he comes at me with a similar threat." Fugo shook his head and sighed, knowing my mind was set. The door down the hall let out a little creak as Abbaccio opened the door again. "That's my cue!" I smiled at them, walking over to the ajar door, but not before crashing into the wall with a little assistance from the man of the hour. I walked into the office, preparing for the rundown like usual. He doesn't even look up to know it's me.

"(Y/n), come in."

"Hey Bucciarati, did you have an assignment?" I ask, gently closing the door so that we could talk in private.

"Yes, you're going out with Abbaccio to take down a rapist in the south docks. He's been notorious for killing the women after he rapes them and seems to only go after low-profile victims." He looks up from his papers, continuing. "I trust you and Abbaccio can handle this quickly and without too many issues. He tends to go alone so I doubt there will be any back-up."

I nod, accepting the job. "Got it. When are we leaving?"

Bucciarati looks at his watch and then at the report. "In about an hour so you can be there by sundown. Try not to make too much of a mess," he ends with that mothering tone only he can pull off, worried I'll end up using [Drowning Pool]'s Bodies ability, a move that incapacitates people within a certain range, for something this small.

"We'll be fine. I'll stick to the small moves, so don't worry too much." I smile at him and turn back to the door, off to get ready for the mission.

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The sun went down a few minutes ago as Abbaccio and I slink down the alleyway, careful not to make too many sounds. The target went down this way and so I motioned for me to go alone. I'm a low-profile woman who can draw him out, so I slinked forward and down the trash ridden alley. Abbaccio clearly had no issues as he walked back out of the alley, off to go smoke.

Damn asshole.

I had just let my guard down when I felt a blade to my neck.

"What's a pretty thing like you doin' out here in the dark, hm? You askin' for some fun?" a raspy voice drunkenly mumbled into my ear, pulling my head to the side. "Such pretty (s/c) skin. To bad it'll be covered in red."

A shiver went down my spine as I pulled out Dro, gesturing for him to circle around behind me. Dro then began to whisper in the man's ear, activating Hell to Pay. I felt the man tense up, but instead of activating the flight response like usual, it sent him into a fight response. He moved the knife and wrapped his arm around my neck, bashing my temple with the handle.

My vision blurred as I made Dro use Love & War, weakening the target and strengthening me. I pried the man's arm off of me and kicked him in the shins, effectively breaking them, but he pulled out a stand. It was a small one and it whizzed past me, into the wall, bouncing around. It almost acted like a throwing star as it sliced my right eye, blinding me. The stand came back a few more times, slicing up my chest, thighs, and arms, making it incredibly difficult to move.

"Shit!" I struggled to run to the opening to get Abbaccio to help, but when I made eye contact he scoffed and walked away.

I was left to fight alone.

To die.

And I did, but not until the asshole in the alley was dead too.

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Later that day when Abbaccio returned to the base he was covered in blood, fighting a small smile. To others it looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown with how much his lips were quivering. Bruno was quick to rush to him and ask about his partner for the mission.

After a few hushed words about her unfortunate demise, Bruno called everyone into his office. "Our dear sorella, (Y/n)," he paused quickly glancing around at the boys gathered, "died. She knew the risks of joining us, and unfortunately those risks played out today. May she rest in peace."

Fugo immediately stood in a rage. "What do you mean, she died?! Abbaccio! What the fuck happened out there?!"

"Fugo!" Bruno's sharp tone made the blond pause. "Abbaccio new her the longest out of everyone here, he's going through a lot. Leave him out of this."

"Bullshit! He didn't give two flying fucks about her! He probably just left her there!" At this point his voice started to break, burning tears pooling in his sharp eyes.

Bruno stood, glaring down at him. "Fugo Pannacotta! (Y/n) wouldn't want you to fight! Everyone grieves in their own time, let him have his."

"Fine!" Fugo shouted, storming up to his room.

He froze in front of (Y/n)'s door, staring at it until he could almost hear her laugh through the thick wood. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair showing through the crack before she fully opened the door, greeting him with that warm smile he'd become so accustomed to over the years.

He blinked and it was gone.

It was just him, the dark hallway, and a shut door.

The tears wouldn't stop as he opened the heavy door, slowly stepping into the oddly cold room. He could still see her rolling out of the bed, leaving the sheets on the floor as her hair stuck up at odd angles. He could smell her perfume as if she just put some on to go out on the town with him. He could feel her strong arms hugging him from behind as her soft and gentle voice slowly eased him to bed on the nights he couldn't sleep.

"Amore," he whispered into the empty room, praying for a response back.

Unfortunately, all he got in return was the cold, hard truth of her being gone.

And all that was left was the ghost of her.