Star Struck (JJBA x Reader Oneshots) [COMPLETED]

Giorno Giovanna | The Statue in Naples

GENDER NEUTRAL FLUFF

~Art is not mine (cred to alukaforyou on tumblr)~

There is a legend in Italy, that a mafia boss that lived in the 1800's was cursed and turned into a beautiful statue in Naples. He had beautiful, flowing hair, and a body like the statue of David. He was adorned in a beautiful cloth that floated around him and chains danced around his arms. The color of his hair and eyes were lost to time, but his statue was surrounded by a rose maze that was extremely difficult to navigate. There was another portion of the legend, though less known, that if the man's soulmate touched the chains he would be released from his stone prison.

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My best friend and I were wandering around my hometown, Naples. They had come all the way from (your country) to spend their spring break. They absolutely adored the legend of Signore Passione or the statue legend as the locals called it. So, in (b/f/n)'s typical fashion, they dragged me to the maze and insisted that I took them to the center.

"Fine but only once, after this we aren't coming back no matter how much you beg and plead."

"Yessir! I promise! I just wanna see the crazy hot statue man and test my luck," (b/f/n) snickered out.

"Your lucky I used to go here almost every day while I was a kid. Now if I remember right-" I began guiding them down through the thicket and making sure they don't get left behind. "Aha! Here it is, the Don himself." I sigh looking at the nostalgic statue. The weather didn't seem to touch the pure white marble of the statue, and the dynamic pose was positioned just so, I could honestly look at it all day.

~*Flashback*~

I ran through the bushes, gaining a few cuts on my cheeks as I rushed by. I kept running, away from all the madness at that hell of a house. Mother is only there for the money and wine, Father can't stand the fact that I'm not his so he beats me, I may as well be nailed to a pike waiting for the final blow.

But then I saw him.

A god in stone. The statue in the legend. Il mio amore. I've been so close to touching mi tesoro's chains, but he deserves someone better than a rugrat who can't keep their nose out of their parent's mess.

"Ci incontriamo di nuovo. Te amo, mi tesoro. Ci vediamo di nuovo, forse domani. Buonsera, il mio amore." I whisper to the statue.

~*End*~

I still can't seem to try to touch the chains, even now. I'm a grown adult and I can't do it. He really deserves someone better than me. It still hurts to watch others try. 'Why can't I make up my mind? It's a statue per l'amor di Dio!' 

"(Y/n)? Are you gonna touch the chains?"

"Huh? The- oh, no I'm good. You think I wouldn't have already? You did hear the part about me coming here all the time as a kid, right?"

"You do have a point..." (b/f/n) trails off. "Well can you do it for a picture?"

Oh shi- "Yeah, sure." 'Perché cazzo dovrei dirlo?!'

I hesitantly walk over to the statue planning to only hover over the chain, so as to not tempt fate too much. Bad idea. You see, I'm a very bad klutz and, my luck, it kicked in as I went up to the statue. And I grabbed onto the statue to balance myself. and then I began to panic when I started falling again. With a long ass chain in my hand.

Merda!

I was caught a second before hitting the floor. By who you might ask, well the answer would be a mostly naked man who was a statue a second ago.

"Stai bene, amore mio?" His voice was as smooth as velvet and I just about fainted when I looked into his crystal turquoise blue eyes perfectly placed on this perfect face that was framed by his long, unruly golden hair. 

"Si, grazie..."

"Giorno Giovanna. What would your name be? I simply know you've been calling me tesoro mio when you visited." He brought me closer and whispered, "I was always so sad when you pulled away from my chains, amore mio." I was as red as a tomato at this point.

"(Y/n) (L/n), and I think once you really get to know me you'll curse me for touching them now."

"I'll be the judge of that, amore." He stood me back up and brought me to him by my waist and kissed my cheek. "That's for all the nights you came crying," he kissed my nose, "that's for all the fun stories of outside," he kissed my forehead, "that's for all the flowers you brought, and this is for the time you gave me, even though I was just a statue." He gave me a smile and gently placed one hand at the base of my neck and one on my cheek. He slowly brought me in for a kiss. It was soft and gentle, and as his hand tilted my head, it became more and more passionate. We soon broke for air, as it was becoming increasingly necessary. I was in a daze, clearly induced by everything about the enchanting man in front of me.

And the little world my mind had made of just the two of us was brutally shattered by (b/f/n)'s squealing.