JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Bruno Bucciarati : Life Force

This wasn't my idea, I read a Tumblr post a long time ago that suggested Giorno could feel life growing inside pregnant women. I can't remember who posted it but I thought it was an interesting concept!

Sat in the Libeccio, you were helping Narancia with his mathematics in order to give Fugo a break. You had always been like a maternal figure to the boys, and they greatly appreciated your company when you were around. Your boyfriend still hadn't turned up yet, and Mista wondered what was taking him so long.
"Why would Bucciarati call us here and not turn up?" the teen angrily questioned. You smirked, trying to mark Narancia's work at the same time.
"I'm sure he's got a reason for being so late."
The gunslinger gawped.
"You mean you don't know either? I thought chicks were meant to know everything!"
Ignoring his surprise, you continued to check the other stand users work.
"Hm, not quite. You remember we did our six times tables, right?"
It was the eighth time he had gotten the answer wrong, and the genius on the other side of you wondered how you were so patient with this idiot. You sensed him radiating heat beside you, shaking with silent rage. "So, we have to see how many times this number goes into six first, because we're leaving the tens and units until the end..." Listening to the same instructions over and over was becoming tiring. Why didn't he just... Get it? It wasn't so hard! You pointed to the paper and let him write with as much time as he needed. "You can enjoy the weather once Bucciarati gets here. Let's just do this first, okay?"
"It really isn't that difficult, Narancia," he snapped, trying to contain himself. Smiling tenderly, like you always did, your niceties weren't working a charm today.
"It's alright, Fugo. He just needs a little more time, that's all."
"Oh, I totally get it!" the teen laughed, scribbling away happily at the paper.
Meanwhile, Mista was reacting based on his usual phobia, the number four. Peering over, Fugo frowned at the plate.
"Hey, they've only brought four slices of cake. They must have forgotten one of us."
"Oh," you giggled, subconsciously holding your stomach. "I'm sure it's a simple mistake. You guys eat it."
"But, it's still bad luck to choose one from four, Y/N!"
"Again with this, Mista?"
"You moron!" he screamed, acting out the way he always did before launching into a gruesome story about the number four. You realised at that moment, you probably shouldn't have opted out of this one. Abbacchio ignored the ranting gunslinger, walking around him to claim a slice for himself. Since you were the girlfriend of the man he most respected, he offered you some before sitting down. It was politely declined with a wave of your hand.
"No thank you, Abbacchio. Give it to Narancia."
"I did it! Fugo, look, I did it!"
Moments passed, with you and Fugo exchanging glances before Narancia's work was handed to you. Looking over it, you grimaced, unsure how he was able to get the answer so wrong. "Am I right?"
"Um... Narancia, did you count through your times tables like Fugo taught you?"
"That's enough!" The holed mobster screamed, grabbing a fork from the table and stabbing it into his colleagues face so hard it pierced the skin. "I'm sick of going through the same shit over and over with you! How did you even come to this conclusion? How many times do I have to teach you this before you learn?!"
Of course Fugo was having one of his meltdowns here, of all places. Smashing the delinquent's face into the table, China clattered. You stood up, trying to prise the silverware from the younger boy's fingers as the other two watched.
"Oh, Fugo, come on. Let him go." They continued to argue,  Pulling a penknife out, it was pressed against Fugo's throat, threatening to cut it at any second.
"I'll kill you. I'll kill you, Fugo-"
"Narancia," you snapped firmly, narrowing your eyes. "There's no need for this. Come on now, you're bleeding everywhere!"
The other two looked on, emotionless as you failed to diffuse the situation.
Finally, Bruno turned up, a blonde schoolboy in tow.
"What the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea how loud you're being? You're disturbing other customers!"
Stopping briefly to look at their leader, you held your breath, stuck sandwiched between the two boys, a hand on each of their chests.
"This is the new member I told you about yesterday, Giorno Giovanna."
Pushing your hands against their bodies to keep them apart, you all watched as Giorno introduced himself with a bow. "Hey! I'm the one who brought him here, so be respectful!" Bruno caught the fear in your eyes, lowering his own as his temper dropped. "Not that I mean you of course, Y/N."
"I know, Bruno." Grinning, you let the two little mites go. "Come on, apologise boys."
Their rudeness was berated, forcing them to separate and apologise before sitting back down.

Since Bucciarati was called away to a phone call almost immediately, you decided to patch up Narancia's poke wound whilst semi listening to Mista's superstitious ramblings about his favourite dessert. Looking over, you held out an inviting hand to the newcomer.
"Come sit down, Giorno. There's room between Fugo and I."
Accepting the offer, so not to be rude, Giorno had a strong feeling wash over him, like a sort of vibration. There were living people here, but when he could sense life it was never as strong as this!
"This is Narancia, who I'm fixing up. Behind me is Fugo, and these two opposite are Mista and Abbacchio." Noticing that you hadn't been introduced, you filled him in. "Oh, and I'm Y/N."
"It's great to meet you."
Little did you know, Abbacchio was mixing up a gruesome beverage beneath the table, which the others caught. A wave of nausea had claimed you, the light scent of hot piss making it worse.
"All done, Narancia. I'll be back in a second. I need to... Go to the bathroom."
"Thanks, Y/N!"
Leaving the table, you wandered off to go and find your boyfriend. The others talked amongst themselves as Leone poured a cup of tea.
"That's Y/N, Bucciarati's quite protective of her," Fugo made clear from the get go. Mista scoffed, leaning over the table in excitement.
"Yeah, she's cute and everything, but he'll kill you if you upset her. She's off limits."
Confused, Giorno just brushed it off.

Over at the other end of the restaurant, Bucciarati had finished his phone call.
"Bruno, how come you were so late? Did something happen?" Upon hearing your voice, he turned quickly, touching your arms and tilting his head.
"Y/N, I just... I've been so busy. I didn't mean to worry you." Bringing both palms to your face, his eyes shifted to a look of concern. "Are you okay? You look pale."
"I'm fine," you lied, gazing into his eyes as he caressed your cheek, concerned. "I just feel a bit sick... That's all."
Pressing his palm to the small of your back, you were encouraged to walk back to the table. "Come on. Before they wreck shop."
"Well, actually, I came here because I need to tell you s-"
There were shouts and whoops from the corner, distracting him.
"Of course they're causing a commotion."

Returning, Giorno was downing a cup of tea, warranting screaming for some reason.
"What did you guys do?"
Their shouting was beginning to get the better of you, your body gravitating towards Sticky Fingers' user. He noticed, but struggled to focus through the bickering about stand abilities.
Sighing, Bruno cut them off.
"Alright, quit screwing round, we're going out."
"Really? Where?"
Moving away, he was blunt asking them to follow him. Giorno was the last to stand up, hanging back to find out if you were joining them. You weren't feeling so hot, your vision whiting out and legs jiggling. Giorno looked directly at you, shocked by your pale colour.
"Are you alright, Y/N?" he asked. You made a noise, touching your forehead and trying to speak.
"Um... Yeah. I'll be fine. I think I just need to sit down."
Further forward, the others stopped and turned back to see where you had gone.
"Hey, Bucciarati, Y/N doesn't look so good," Narancia worried, pointing toward you. Giorno was confused. The others didn't cause his power to radiate as much as it did around you. He studied you from afar, allowing Bucciarati to speak to you.
The bob haired male knelt to your level on the seat, taking your hand in his own. Bruno was so caring where you were concerned.
"Y/N, what's the matter?"
His voice was gentle, unlike before as he steadied you, trying to get a look at your face. You had gone a bit sparky, but were starting to come back around.
"Uhh, nothing," you replied, fanning your face. "I think I just had a moment."
"I'm calling you a taxi. You need to go home, to bed."
"I feel fine now, I told you," you promised. It was no good, the white clad mobster refused to let you stand up from the seat.
"No way."
The schoolboy was fixated on your stomach, trying to work out if that was where the detection was coming from. His observations were interrupted by a staff member.
"Signore Bucciarati, your taxi has arrived."
Allowing him to help you up, he walked you to the car, opening the door for you. Before getting in, you turned to face him. There was a pause, your eyes connecting with Giorno's for a moment, briefly, and coming back up to look at your boyfriend.
"I'm pregnant." Pressing your lips together, you awaited his reaction. "You're going to be a papa... That's why I feel sick."
"M-me... A father?" he stammered, clasping a hand over his mouth.