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peachfyzzy · 5 years

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bruno bucciarati x reader soulmate au

this was supposed to be MUCH shorter than it is now lmfao, but i cant help myself

this au goes as follows: your soulmate gains the scars you have. once you meet that person, the scars they touch go away.

"Fuck. Another one?" You hissed as the fervent itching on your back began to reach its peak. From the day you were born, this was a...problem. Of course, many would say everyone else was dealing with this but you were special. With a sigh, you pulled off your shirt and tried your hardest to look at the scar that was no doubt forming on your back.

Sure as the sun, a large and ugly scar was materializing on your back. It wasn't lonely. Next to it were multiple scars, all from your supposed 'soul mate.' Your body was littered in them, all different sizes and shapes. Whenever your back or legs were visible to a crowd, you would catch curious glances towards your body. Overall, you were jealous.

Who was your soul mate to have all these vicious bruises and scars? All of your friends were blessed with minimal bumps and such. A normal life, a normal soul mate.

So why the Hell did your body look like a back road?

With tears pricking your eyes, you pulled your shirt back over your torso and fell back into bed.

"Girl! You won't believe it!" You whipped around at the sound of your best friend's voice. To your surprise, they were running full speed towards you with a person you had never seen before in tow. You

You smiled.

Still, that feeling of jealousy bubbled just below the surface of your kind, doe eyes. As they got closer, you opened your arms to receive the hug your bestie was gonna smother you with. "I found 'em at the bookstore! We both reached for the same book- oh my god it was so romantic! Once he touched me that giant scar on my hand went poof!" They held up their hand, showing off the absence of a scar they used to have. "Apparently, he hurt himself on a slide as a kid. Isn't that funny?" The man sheepishly nodded, going to visit a store to give you both privacy in talking.

The adoration was so clear in her voice. You felt overjoyed for her, but you were always awful at hiding your feelings from her. "Why so sad? Don't think he's cute enough?"

"No, No. It's not that! I'm really happy for you...I guess a little *too* happy. Look at all of our friends. I'm afraid I'll never find mine...is all." Her face went soft. Without hesitation, she gently grabbed both of your hands.

"Y/N. You know that I hate reading, right?"

"Yeah? You have ever since you were a kid. What does that have to do with anything?"

"I found my soulmate in a bookstore." The lightbulbs went off in your head. Love was everywhere BUT where you looked. Where you expected. With a smile, you nodded.

"That's funny. It really is."

You felt dangerous. Maybe it was the reassuring advice you got earlier or the fact you had a gun pointed square in the middle of your forehead. A man clad in tiger print attire had, without warning, approached you and garbled out questions at a pace you couldn't understand. So, you stared at him dumbfounded until you saw his finger tighten on the trigger. "I'm askin' you if you've seen this bob cut man anywhere! He's a real guy- momish with hella pecks showing?"

"I have no idea who the *Hell* you're talking about, man."

"You hafta! He's like, flasher than me and the guys over there! And I'm wearin' boots."

The boots were the least flashy part of his eye-catching outfit.

"If you put the gun down I'll help you look for him! And stop screaming at me, please."

"No-" Before the man could continue his sentence, one of the men standing behind him spoke up.

"That's enough." The kind voice made your heart leap a bit. A boy with golden curls and a soft face pushed his way in front of the gun toting one. "Are you a native, Miss?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Mista, apologize. I think we should take her up on the offer. She could help us find Bucciarati."

"But-"

"*Mista*" Mista sighed, putting his head down like a dejected child.

"Sorry..." You raised your eyebrow at the group of men, wondering what you got yourself into.

"My name's Y/N. What does this guy look like again?"

The drive around the rowdy nightlife of the city was tough. The drunkards had gotten of work and began crowding the city's streets, making a ruckus wherever. Abbacchio only sneered, annoyed and disgusted by the public display of idiocy. "Are you sure *this* place is right? Bucciarati wouldn't be around a place this dirty." "This is where all the illegal shit happens. I can't think of anywhere else a Mafia member would be."

You sat uncomfortably in your seat. Partly because of the literal *mafia* members sitting inches away from you and because of the danger they could bring into your life. "Hey! Right there!" Without giving Abbacchio time to stop the car, the boy you learned was named Narancia jumped from the passenger seat and began running towards a dark alley. "He's being followed!" Like dominos, the rest followed. You tried to keep up, abandoning the car fully. You didn't have to help. No, you weren't being held at gunpoint any longer. Yet, you still found yourself tripping over your feet in a rush to find a man you'd never interacted with. Destiny had a weird way of toying with you. As quickly as Narancia caught sight of him, the group lost is whereabouts. Giorno went on about it probably being Bruno's ability to escape easily using his 'stand.' Disregarding the word, you went along and split from them, a burst of courage overcoming you. You passed an alley, one dark and unused. Just as you passed it, something dark, dark blue reflected off of the moon's gaze. You made a halting stop and covered your mouth in an effort to keep your gasping quiet. After some shifting in the shadows, grunts were clearly heard. Denying your body's fight or flight, you jumped into the dark fray. A gasp of surprise was heard as you entered the tussle you couldn't see. "W-Who are you?!"

Eventually, the three of you detangled and were brought into the light. The two men forgot their fighting for a moment as they scanned over you. Not only were you, someone, they had never seen, but you were also horribly scarred. You looked back up at them, only realizing that your shirt was ripped by their scared gazes. Before you could say another word, Bruno had scooped you up and you were..gone. You didn't know how or why, but in the blink of an eye, you were on the other side of the alley and being carried towards safety.

"H-Hey! Your friends are looking for you!" He gave you a knowing look. That familiar itching began crawling up your arm. You groaned, pulling up your sleeve to see the scar-forming in real-time.

Faint wetness caught your attention, first.

Right on Bucciarati's arm was a fresh cut, dripping blood. You gasped, connecting the dots. "It's...you."

"I didn't think we'd be meeting under these circumstances, but it's nice to meet you none the less, *soulmate.*" The man sat you down once he was sure you two were safe. It felt surreal. His eyes traveled along the ripped hem of your shirt and placed his hands delicately over one of the larger scars. "Hold still"

#peachie writing #bruno bucciarati #passione #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio

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