One and Done: Sweets and Lemons (JJBA one shots)

Trouble - Lindsey Buckingham (Fugo x Reader) 🍋

Fugo walked the streets of Naples. Alone. His fingers fiddled with the wrapper of the chocolate he had stolen from Narancia, thankful the holes of his suit weren't in his pockets. He sighed, thinking about all the times he had screamed at, even stabbed, Narancia. The tears began to fall again at the thought. He hadn't needed to be so harsh on the kid. And now....he was certain he would never get to see his friend again. Any of them really. Who would expect to survive betraying the Don of Passione?

Fugo's head hung low, hiding his tears but more importantly the guilt he was sure shone like a sign in his red, swollen eyes. And he walked....endlessly.

Originally he had thought to go back to Bucciarati's hideout, at least for the night. But as Fugo approached, the house coming into view, two things happened. The first was an emotional tsunami. He almost physically jolted at the sight of what he was sure was a relic of the past. So much has changed in the last few hours; less than a day changed the entire world for Fugo.

With a deep breath, Fugo shook off the overwhelming emotional response best he could. This is when the second thing happened. He couldn't pinpoint what triggered his senses. It was similar to questionable movement in peripheral vision when turning on the bathroom light in the middle of the night. Maybe it was intuition, but whatever it was Fugo knew it would be very bad to go to the house. The Boss would be sending people after Bucciarati's gang. They would not know Fugo was no longer an affiliate, it would be bad for him to be caught.

In a moment of instinct, Fugo faded into the shadows just in time to preserve his life. And this began his long walk through the dark of night. He had nowhere to go. He truly was without family now, for the second time. He didn't even have a girlfriend....any more.

As Fugo reminisced about his past relationship another round of tears threatened to spill over the crimson rims of his eyes. Her soft hair and skin, her lips, her sweet scent like fresh berries. Fugo mirrored his stand so well; everything he touched seemed to fade away, die miserably.

His feet had stopped moving under a street light; Fugo in the spotlight of what he would think of later as a pivotal moment in time. Looking up he realized he had subconsciously walked to her home. Gazing at the window on the second floor he never felt so small in his life. He was yards away from the woman he loved but let go, and couldn't be farther away at the same time.

Under the streetlamp Fugo stood, slumped almost as if the warmth of the light were melting him. He could feel the tingle that precedes the tears, but none fell. He was all cried out, nothing left. A shiver ripped down his spine as a chilly night wind whipped through, sending flower petals from the budding trees in a flurry of spring. In that rush of air he thought he heard his name. Again. Then again.

This time Fugo snapped out of his reverie and realized he really was hearing his name. Muscles tensed in fear, assuming he was found and his life would end soon, Fugo looked towards the sound.

"Pannacotta! What are you doing here? What happened to you? You look...disheveled?" Fugo's gaze darted away from Y/N's face, concern written all over her features. He couldn't bear to have her see into his shame.

Straightening, he turned to walk away. Without a forethought, her hand darted out to grab his shoulder. He froze, uncertain what he should do. He wanted to turn and melt into her embrace. But she was no longer his to find refuge in, not to mention the danger she would encounter being around him. He should run. But he couldn't find the strength to do so.

Y/N's hand slid down Fugo's arm finding his hand and her fingers intertwined with his. She pulled him towards the doorway to her home. Lacking the will or strength to fight against anything, he allowed her to lead.