Collection Fugonara One-Shots, because I live and die for this couple. Expect some background BruAbba and GioMis. A little be a bit of everything: -Angst. -NSFW -Smut -Fluff -Different couple dynamics according to the fic -AUs -Stupid humor. I'll use these emojis to classify them: 🧁= Fluff 🔥= NSFW, but no sexually explicit content. 🍋= You know. ♠️= Angst English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes, please let me know.

Juste une autre histoire (fluff ✨) contenant principalement du Bruabba mais peut -être d'autres aussi ⚠️ Les images ne sont pas à moi !

Pannacotta Fugo had a plan. A quiet dorm. A clean desk. A roommate who understood that bleach was a necessity, not a suggestion. What he got was Narancia Ghirga. Loud, chaotic, and endlessly messy, Narancia turns Fugo's carefully ordered world upside-down with juice pouches, bad punk music, and an uncanny talent for driving him insane. From day one, they clash over everything-noise levels, thermostat settings, sock placement (yes, that matters)-but underneath the tension is something neither of them expected: a connection. When a panic attack shatters the distance between them, Narancia is there-steady, kind, and impossibly gentle. And Fugo, for the first time, lets someone in. As late-night arguments give way to inside jokes, and quiet study sessions become movie marathons with tangled limbs and linked pinkies, Fugo realizes that maybe, just maybe, a little chaos isn't the end of the world. It might even be what saves him. A slow-burn college roommate romance about anxiety, belonging, and the healing power of one very persistent punk with a juice pouch. A FugoNara college roommates AU. *cover art by @ kzlmmmmm on X.

Mostly NSFW BruAbba, GioMis, and FugoNara oneshots. *cover art by @ sinaskul on X

Narancia fiddled with his thumbs, and took a deep breath. "This is a little hard to explain..." He started, staring down at his hands. "Erm, well see, I love Buccellati, and sometimes Abbacchio, when he's not making a point to be grumpy. I love Mista bunches and bunches, and I definitely think I'm starting to love Giorno as well, even though he's pretty new... Trish too." Narancia stopped to take a deep breath. His hands were shaky. "But I love you in a different way... Like when I think about you, my stomach gets all fluttery. I like seeing you and looking at you and thinking about you and I wanna touch you more and more, all over and I want you to feel me too! Ah, you're always so warm, and you smell nice too, and I love you so much, I can't help it." Fugo's heart was pounding out of his chest. Narancia had just poured his sweet little heart out for him, he had to be the cutest thing in the whole damn world. Grabbing Narancia's hands softly, he leaned in close. "I love you too, Narancia." He whispered, and with that, he planted his lips against Narancia's. (Fugo Pannacotta × Narancia Ghirga)

« Une histoire en tranche de vie. Un groupe d'ami, ou plutôt une famille recomposé crée leur groupe de musique « Golden Wind ». Avec chacun leur caractère et leur passé compliqué. Réuni par leur lien indéfectible autour de ce projet, prêt à tout pour les autres membres. Une profonde histoire d'amitié, mêlant histoire d'amour, aléas de la vie, épreuves du destin. Jusqu'où ira ce groupe de copains de tout horizon ? Je vous invite à suivre l'histoire de Bruno Bucellati, Fugo Pannacota, Leone Abbacchio, Narancia Ghirga, Guido Mista. Et leur proche. » Voici l'histoire sur laquelle je travaille assidûment depuis plusieurs mois maintenant. Celle-ci se déroule dans un AU moderne. Il n'y as pas de stand, le groupe n'ayant pas rejoins Passionne cela me paraît logique. Des petits clins d'œil à l'œuvre originale sont glissé au travers des lignes... En espérant que l'histoire trouvera son public ✨

U h h h ndjcjjsncncjwj I'm starting a new Fugonara fanfiction,,,, they babey

Hey so basically this ship is amazing, and I really just needed to write some fluff. So yeah this contains minimal smut content, as I just kinda felt like writing some wholesome stuff. Anyway, enjoy.

"-T'as encore plus de tâches de rousseur dans le dos - Compte les , ça te fera dormir"

"Au fond c'est idiot ! Ce sentir mal car je me sens bien avec lui ! Mais je crois que pour apaiser ma peur seul lui saura m'aider"