Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Oneshots/Imagines

Leone Abbacchio | Philophobia

{  Request By: No-one  |  Prompt By: LofiAndChill (Me)  }

[- I was reading Archive of Our Own stuff when I found headcanons like this and got inspiration. Honestly, this was very fun to write since I also used Pinterest to inspire me -]

[ No-one's P.O.V. ]

Moonstruck.

To be moonstruck was to fall into a more dreamy type of love, adoring, bemused. An example of this would be to describe the feelings in many sonnets, much like of William Shakespeare and how many of his stories were of the bliss that is love.

Abbacchio didn't expect much from love, and he wanted that to stay as it is, none of this relationship business, none of these ridiculously bantered ideas.

And yet when she came around, his heart made an entire one-hundred and eighty degree turn.

Bucciarati had finally brought up his wonderful girlfriend, Y/n. A curious soul, and a gorgeous woman.

Then, when it was brought up the fact that Bucciarati wanted the grieving man to be somewhat of a guard for her since she was more in danger just by being close to the capo, Abbacchio wished for his place to be swapped with someone else.

Why? He can't just be tempted by some mistress, and besides, she was already with his most trusted companion. Never-the-less, Abbacchio accepted.

Whenever Bucciarati was gone was whenever he'd guard her, or if she was out and he was free for the time being. He didn't mind much though, going out to restaurants was better than being locked up in his own room, drinking until he was numb.

He couldn't help but love the moments he got to share with her, simple chatter and occasionally sharing a bottle of wine. He found it endearing to meet such a woman who respected his boundaries and yet very much cared too.

Maybe not in the way he did, or maybe so.

At the same time, he felt terrible. He knew what he was feeling, and this was with his companion's very own beloved. He'd hate to start anything toxic between them, so he'd try to keep his distance.

Setting the half-full glass on the table, the two sat at a small table set up by the balcony of her room. It was late, so a candle provided as a light along with the moons shimmer. Fika, a moment that seemed to slow down.

He glanced across the table from him, his eyes following up the lady as she stared into the gravity-less void miles and miles away from them, the shade along with the white freckles was such an aesthetically pleasing feeling.

He felt his face warm up, staring into the eyes of such a lotus-eater.

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it, Leone?" She asked politely. He simply gave a small hum in response, being awkward if he can even speak any words for how he was feeling. He was so in love with her, and yet she was a taken jewel.

"Leone, can I propose something to you?" The male fully looked over, the two connecting gazes. "Sure. Go ahead." "Well... Would you ever like to travel to France with me? Just us two, it'll be fun and I love spending my time with you."

Shocked, Abbacchio gasped and replied; "What about Bucciarati? I mean, he-" "Don't worry. Bruno and I love each other too much and he knows how I can't stay in one spot forever. He knows me so well... what a darling, he is. If I tell him, he won't mind, after all, we both know what Bruno is like from the back of our hands."

Finishing her sentence with a light chuckling, uplifting his spirit as he too cracked a smile. How? How in the world did she make him smile just... just by existing?

But soon enough, they heard the door open from the bedroom. Y/n stood up and made her way to the lissome man she loved. The two shared a small greeting followed by a sweet and passionate kiss. Abbacchio then blew out the small candle on the table's flame out, he was about to leave when Bucciarati spoke up to him; "I'm sorry if this is annoying to you, but thank you for taking care of her when I'm not around. I get scared when she's alone because, well, you already know."

Abbacchio took a glance at the couple. God... they were like angels compared to him and his darker self. He left, mumbling a small; "It's fine." as he left.

He wanted this habit to stop. He wanted to stop getting flustered around her. He wanted to just act as a friend, nothing else... but yet his heartstrings were being tugged on anytime she'd smile or make a cute comment or even just by how she looked or acted, it spiraled his brain and he wished all his feelings would someday disappear.

Moonstruck was the best word to describe how he felt, and yet he hated it.

[- Should I write a part 2? Who knows.... actually I kinda do wanna make a part 2 -]

-L o f i