◇Amore Mio◇ Fugo x Reader

◇7. My Beloved◇

It's been almost 2 weeks since I last posted I am SO sorry 😭😭

Anyways we got a fugo chapter now <33

I wrote this in one sitting with no breaks. Like I just wrote and wrote without even taking a break to think so idk If this is good?? like I'm sorry if it's short buttttttttt I couldn't rly make it longer since the next one and the one after will be long ones lol

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Fugo's POV:

Y/N and I sat at a café, talking more about what had happened with Fran.

"I swear, the second I saw you- saw your reaction to me crying... The relief I felt when you recognized me was too much, I was so happy and sad at the same time." She explained, sipping on her espresso. She spoke calmly and casually, as if the thought didn't bother her anymore. I knew it did, though. The only other time I had seen her cry like that was when we reunited after I was gone for a few weeks. Both of those times, I couldn't help but thank God himself for letting me hold her in my arms, and I'm not even religious.

"Seeing you cry makes me hurt so much, Y/N. I'm glad you're okay, but listen to me. If we get in another situation like that, think of yourself first. Always put yourself first, and me second. Do you hear me? I can't live without you, and I don't want to see you get hurt." I told her. Every single time I expressed my feelings in front of her, I felt so safe- she made me feel safe. I loved her, but I knew that'd be the death of me one day.

"Don't you think I feel the same about you? There's no way I could spend the rest of my life with anyone but you. I want to be with you forever- I- I mean, like, you know..." Her flustered face was adorable, and it immediately made me smile. I know what she meant, and how she meant it. I had thought about it too, but I hadn't necessarily built up the courage to do it yet.

"I love you, you're so sweet." I smiled at her, and her face lit up. I loved when she smiled, because she did this small- nearly unnoticeable thing with her nose. It was cute, and I loved her even more for it. I loved to just look at her.

"I love y- Shit, Fugo, we need to go." Her face turned serious, and she grabbed my hand. Before I had a chance to question it, she pulled me out of the chairs we sat in and towards the back door.

"Y/N? What's going on?!" I questioned, nonetheless following her without stopping her. I trusted her judgement, after all.

"I saw Francesca. If we leave now, we could get the upper hand and follow her." She explained.

"It's a bad idea. We should leave and head to Giorno right away. Geez, we really cant catch a break..." I suggested.

"I suppose you're right." She opened the door and stepped out, pulling me along. We ended up in a dead-end with only one way out of it. "We should get back to the car and drive to him right away."

"Y/N." I turned to the exit, noticing the light had faded a bit. There was a man blocking our way. He was tall, broad and seemingly quite muscular. Quite familiar as well, if I may say so myself.

"Shit." She said."What do we do? It's definitely him, Fran's lackey."

"Do you trust me?" I asked her. She gave me a questioning look before nodding reluctantly. "Good, then leave this to me. I beat him up once, I can do it again."

"What?! Are you out of your mind?!" She yelled, and the man began to approach me. I gave her a quick peck on the lips, before pushing her back a bit. I'd beat the shit out of him for just looking at her, that's for sure.

Would I be able to? Let's not question that.

"You again?" The man questioned with a smirk. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing several tattoos of skulls, knifes and something that looked like gang symbols.

"Me again, what a delight, isn't it?" I chuckled. He didn't waste any time as he sprinted towards me and immediately flung his fist at me. I dodged it, letting my knuckles hit his chin from below. He stumbled backwards for a moment, regaining his balance.

"You're a bastard." He growled.

"Why do you work for Francesca? What are you getting out of it? Sex? Money? Both?" He sprinted towards me, his fist once again trying to reach my face. I dodged it, his finger only brushing against my skin. He seemed strong, but not very flexible or smooth.

"She loves me!" He growled again. I chuckled, landing a kick in between his legs. He let out a heavy huff. "Fine... I'll kill your girl if you're gonna play tough."

I lost it the second he mentioned her.

"YOU WANNA HURT HER? WATCH ME FUCK YOU UP!" I threw myself at him, delivering punch after punch against his skull. At some point I heard it crack, but it wasn't enough. I kicked him and continued to punch as hard as I could, all I could think about was how I hated him.

Hate.

Hate.

Hate.

I hated him for even mentioning her. I hated him for working with Francesca, I hated him so much. I hadn't been this angry in a long time, all thanks to Y/N. She was my beloved Y/N, and if he would hurt her, I'd kill pretty much anyone to get revenge.

I zoned back in, realizing what was going on and fell backwards. In the middle of my fit of anger, Purple Haze had come out and punched him. The purple fog surrounded his decaying body, and I had left the range just in time. I took a deep breath, wiping away the sweat on my forehead. I was exhausted, sweaty, and covered in someone else's blood. Needless to say, this was an accomplishment for us. We had one of our targets dealt with.

"See, Y/N? I told you I could take care of it my... self..." I turned to where I had placed my girl, realizing she wasn't there anymore. I flew up immediately, looking around on the ground. As far as I could tell, she hadn't been hurt in the fight. A part of me was relieved, and another even more worried. Where the hell did she go?! She was just here!

I turned back to the murder scene. The rotten corpse had nearly finished dissolving, and I sprinted back inside the café. I watched the panicked faces of customers who saw my state, some being scared and some worried. I didn't have time to worry about them now, though. All I could think about was where she was, where Y/N was. I ran outside to the front, searching frantically for her.

"Y/N?!" I called, and no one replied. I felt a lump in my throat, which I swallowed as fast as I could. I had no time to cry! I can't whine about this, I need to find her! Where did my beloved Y/N go?! Shit, what if someone took her from me?!

That was when I realized it.

I ran back inside, taking a glance at each face. When none of them matched my target, I ran back outside to the dead-end. Nothing was left there, not even a trace, and so I realized. I realized it too late.

Francesca was also gone.