Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Oneshots/Imagines

Giorno Giovanni | Gangs & Love

Requested by: Yukarome

*Sorry if this was messy and unpolished. I just wanted to publish this so I can start using my free time for the rest of the month for the LGBTQshots

No-one's P.O.V.

"Kapitan, we will be in Naples in less than an hour... kapitan?"

The young man walked around the ship until he found her. The Bratva's leader, Y/n L/n. She was leaning on the railing, looking over and into the blue water. Her face was still, calm as she sighed lightly, keeping her gaze to the ocean glow.

"...Nickoli, have you ever fallen in love?" She asked, her voice was like poetry compared to the rest of the world. Nickoli shook his head, walking up to her and looking over to see the water as well. "Actually, no. I-I'm far too busy with work anyway, kapitan."

"...Funny. Love works so mysteriously, it'll haunt you with that person you've fallen for and you can't seem to escape it's grasp. Normally, if it's just a crush, it can pass over, but with real love, it can't. It stays, and once you're with them, it grows."

Her expression changed to ease and her face lightened up, revealing a warm smile. "Every-time someone mentions this place, Naples, or even when I see certain colors or foods, it reminds me of him." She explained.

The timid man stood closer, leaning over to her. "Well, maybe if you ever meet them again... y-you could make them marry you!" He said with a small chuckle, bouncing on his feet.

With silence, she turned around, her e/c eyes carrying a certain type of assertiveness no-one else could have as she answered; "No, that'd be torture. Nickoli, even if you are older than I, you still need to mature, mal'chik."

Soon, after another hour, they had arrived in Naples. Getting off the boat, letting her shoes place her onto the stony docks, a sense of nostalgia filled her mind as she looked over at the end of it.

Using her stand, she envisioned the memory of her and her interest with ice-cream as they chatted. Then, it was interrupted by Nickoli who seemed to be holding her bags with trouble. "Uh- Kapitan! We should be heading to the hotel! We have the day to explore but now we should drop off your bags!"

Y/n gave him a nod before taking a portion of the bags from him. "If you needed help then you should've asked." Being the slight geek he was, Nickoli blushed from his boss's appreciation.

Walking along the streets, Y/n could remember how bustling and exciting her old home was. While Y/n is the leader of a Bratva, she lived most of her life in Italy. Her only friend during that time was a boy with the name of Haruno, or as he wished, Giorno Giovanni. Even if he was quiet, he was brave, incredibly charismatic. A charm no one could beat.

The girl found him so interesting, so alluring, she had fallen for him. Though, when she turned thirteen she had been moved away to Russia to be shaped into the boss she is today.

So now, she recollects. Her stand helps her remember him, and she remains to be very sentimental over those old, warm feelings like as if it were a beloved toy from her childhood.

After leaving their belongings at the hotel they were staying at, Y/n and Nickoli headed to the hotel where her guards were. Striding through town, Nickoli ranted about random whatevers whilst Y/n had her eyes closed, enjoying the warm summer sunlight.

Then, suddenly, Y/n heard a loud thump, opening her eyes to see that her second in command had bumped into someone. "Watch it, why don't you?" The man said, looking down at Nickoli.