Abbacchio's Daughter Scenarios

Abbacchio Gets Married

Hahahaha I did it. You're thirteen. I don't even ship Bruabba all that much...

Abbacchio had been nervous for the entirety of the day. He had sat down and talked to Polnareff  for an hour or so and revived a pep talk that hyped him up. When the moment came, his courage disappeared once more. 

He offered to take Bucciarati on a stroll in the sunset garden that evening. He wanted it to be just like it had been when they shared their first kiss. They reached the bench with lush and green surroundings. The sky was beaming it's fascinating colors and the clouds were sorbet and cotton candy pink colored. They were facing each other, Abbacchio took Bucciarati's hands in his own. He was nervous, but it was no matter. It was time. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small velvet colored case, got on one knee, and opened it revealing a shining golden ring.

Bucciarati took a step back out of shock. He clasped his hands over his mouth. Emotions he couldn't describe were bursting through his chest. 

"Bruno Bucciarati, it's been a while. When you first found me I was a lonely bastard drinking alcohol in the streets. I made too many mistakes in my past, but you didn't care, you invited me onto your team and into your life. After everything I went through, I never thought my heart would be moved again, but you, you moved it. You brought it back to life. You're my one and only, will you marry me?"

A single tear rolled down his cheek as the sun reflected off of his baby blue eyes. there was silence for a moment and Abbacchio looked at him with hopeful eyes. He nodded.

"Yes...yes of course I'll marry you my love!" His words flowed smoothly, full of emotion. He was trying to hold back tears of joy. Abbacchio stood up, slid the golden ring onto Bruno's ring finger, and embraced him into a warm tight hug. 

Bruno never cried, ever, but for some reason he couldn't help but let his tears run free. He was hugging Abbacchio close and had his arms wrapped over his shoulders. Abbacchio's chest was flooded with joy. He was going to marry the love of his life at long last. 

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Two months had passed and it was the day of the wedding. Fortunately, the weather was perfect and sunny. It was going to be a small wedding with just the gang, the gang's remaining family members, and a marriage officiant. You hadn't seen your father or Bucciarati for the entirety of the morning and you were eager to see the happy couple. 

When the engagement was announced to the gang, they were all shocked. They had always teased the two about being a couple, but now that they were actually getting married, they felt kind of bad for all of their taunts. They had teased them and they had denied the accusation when it turned out to be true. 

When you heard about the engagement, you knew nothing would change. Mama Bruno would still be Mama Bruno, they would both take care of you, and they would be together. The only difference the marriage would make is that Bucciarati would be sleeping with your father-OH DAMN, Bruno and your father...that would only be bad news. You were blind in the past but now you knew what went on in the bedroom. Yeah, you weren't going to hesitate to tell them to quiet down if it got out of hand.

Of course, we don't even need to say who the flower girl was. Narancia was frolicking down the aisle tossing flowers that Giorno had created. You were the best man even though you weren't a man. Abbacchio's only good friend was Bucciarati, and they were getting married, so...yeah. You were wearing a black tuxedo however and you thought you looked pretty damn hot in it too. 

There were white chairs lined up in rows with a long white cloth laid on the stone pathway leading to an arch that was covered with many different types of plants and flowers. Forest greens, light greens, pinks, yellows, it was gorgeous. Abbacchio was hoping for something a little less...eh...cheerful and classic? But, then again, that's what he got for leaving Bruno to be the wedding planner.