Requested By: xX_Cherry_ShotXx
FUGOxGENDER NEUTRAL!READER , ANGST
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"Fugos been gone for quite awhile, do you think he's okay?" Y/n heard Abbacchio's voice from the kitchen, and their interest was immediately peaked.
"I'm not sure, maybe the job ended up taking a bit longer than he expected," Bucciarati wondered aloud.
Y/n peered their head around the corner, observing the two men who looked deep in thought. "What's wrong with Fugo?"
"Ah, Y/n. Not much, I just sent him out on a mission this morning but it's taking a bit longer than expected for him to return." Bucciarati explained.
Y/n tilted their head slightly. "Who'd you send him with? If it was Narancia they probably got into a stupid argument along the way."
"I sent him alone." A quick flash of regret came over Bucciarati's face as he noticed Y/n visibly tense.
"You did what?" Y/n didn't give their Capo the chance to respond before scolding him. "What were you thinking?! Bucciarati, you of all people should know how much Fugo hates using his stand! How could you send him on a mission alone?! You should have known doing that would force him into a position of brining out Purple Haze!"
"Watch your tone, Y/n," Abbacchio stood in defense of Bucciarati.
"No, they're right. I probably should have sent someone else with him. It's possible that he finished the mission long ago but is too disgusted with himself to return now..." Bucciarati brought his hand to his chin.
"Where'd you send him." Y/n's voice was angry, though inside their heart was wavering. Out of everyone in the gang they were closet to Fugo, and they knew first hand just how fragile his heart could be at times.
"He should be in the outskirts of Naples, about 30 minutes south."
"Send me address, I'll bring him back."
"Y/n you don't have to-"
"Yes I do. I have to make sure he's okay. What if he doesn't come back on his own?"
"You're jumping to conclusions, Y/n." Abbacchio interjected.
"So what if I am!? If something happened to him and I wasn't there to protect him I could never forgive myself!"
"Let Y/n go, I didn't have any missions lined up for them today anyways." Bucciarati looked down at his phone, typing in a few things before returning his gaze to Y/n. A soft ping rang out from their phone and they glanced down at it, noticing he sent them an address. "Bring him back, Y/n."
They gave him a curt nod being turning on their heel and leaving, grabbing a random set of keys on the way out. It didn't matter which vehicle they belonged to so long as it would be enough to get Y/n to Fugo's location. With expert precision, they pulled the car out form where it was parked and began the drive. The GPS estimated it would take about 33 minutes to get where Fugo was supposed to be. Y/n was determined to make it 15.
Taking a multitude of back roads, they were able to avoid any cops or pedestrians that may have added time to the drive. Though, that also meant going off road at times. The car Y/n ended up with wasn't particularly meant for such use, but they showed no intention of driving properly.
The GPS announced the arrival to the destination. With no hesitation Y/n sprung out of the car, not even bothering to close the door before running. They were in a more suburban part of town, fairly open with a few alleyways. It was likely Fugo would be down one of them. Y/n's head whipped around, placing a picture to every sound they heard. Still, they could not hear anything that sounded like Fugo. Only the chipper tweets of birds as they jumped from tree branch to tree branch.
It was oddly calm. This only worried Y/n more. Purple Haze left nothing alive in its wake, only piles of flesh that would be fully dissolved in a matter of seconds. They could only hope Fugo didn't fall victim to his own power.
Y/n continued to run, nearly missing the hunched over strawberry blond hiding at the end of an alley. Digging their heels into the ground to stop themself, Y/n leaned back in order to make sure their eyes weren't lying.
It took less than a glimpse for them to be sure they were at the right place. The stench of death and rotting skin creeped around the corner of the wall, burning the inside of Y/n's nose. There were puddles of red splattered over every surface, yet somehow it all managed to stay contained within the shadows. None of it touched the light of day. Squinting their eyes, Y/n could make out small piles of flesh that, every few seconds convulsed violently before going still. It looked like a scene straight from hell, and in the middle of it all was Pannacotta Fugo.
"Fugo!" Y/n shouted, running towards the boy. He made no movement. "Fugo, hey. Can you hear me?"
Again, Fugo lacked responsiveness. He just stared at a blank spot on the ground. His eyes were glossed over and distant, he had yet to register that Y/n was standing right in front of him. His nose was running and his clothing and face were sprinkled with specs of blood. A clear bile dripped from the corners of his mouths, most likely a product of something he threw up before Y/n arrived.
"Fugo, it's me." They begged with their eyes, waving a hand in front of the boy's face. "Please say something."
Fugo's finger twitched every so slightly, but that was the only sort of movement made. His eyes were still trained on the ground, and his mouth remained only partially agape. Y/n got down on their knees, crouching to be at eye level with Fugo.
"I'm so sorry." Y/n threw their arms around Fugo, bringing him into a tight embrace. Pushing his head into the crook of their neck, Y/n stroked his hair somewhat harshly, hoping the pressure would help him come to. "I'm so sorry they sent you alone. You're okay now though. I'm here. I'll protect you, I promise."
"Protect... me?" Fugo's voice was hoarse, the byproduct of painstaking cries. "I'm a monster.... Why would you save a monster?"
Y/n broke the embrace, holding Fugo by the shoulders. "A monster? Are you kidding me?"
Y/n could see the sting of reality returning to Fugo's eyes, although he didn't make eye contact. He looked like he wanted to cry, but his tears had long since dried up.
"I have no reason to joke. Look around, are you telling me a human could do this?"
"Fugo, I know you've seen Bucciarati, or Narancia do worse than this. They're still humans, aren't they?" Fugo didn't answer. "Hell, I've done worse! Do you think I'm a monster?"
"No of course not-"
"Then what makes you the monster?" They cupped his cheeks gently, as if holding a newborn baby.
"Because I've been doing things like this my whole life, and I've never once felt remorse. Disgust? Sure. But remorse? Not once have I ever felt bad for killing someone. That's what a monster does. They kill, and kill, and kill and never feel a shred of regret."
"Fugo." Y/n's voice carried an undertone of harshness. Finally Fugo made eye contact, shocked by the sternness of the voice of the person before him. "Do you know why those people kill?"
The strawberry blond was speechless, too caught up in Y/n's strong gaze to form words. He could have sworn he saw galaxies hidden behind the cover of coldness. And behind those galaxies was a flame, one seemingly sparked by Fugo's lack of self love.
"Because they want to." Y/n spit out, disgusted by the people they spoke of. "And do you know why we kill?" Y/n pointed a finger at their chest.
Deep down Fugo knew the answer, but he shook his head side to side anyways.
"To protect. We kill the people who are threats to others. We kill the people that sell drugs to kids. We kill the people that abuse their spouses and parents. We kill the people that drag others into this line of work." Y/n softened their voice. "We protect them, Fugo. You protect them. It doesn't matter how you do it, all that matters is you do it. Do you understand?"
"I- I guess."
"No 'I guess,' you either understand or you don't."
Fugo swallowed harshly, afraid of what Y/n might do if he said no. Without warning, Y/n placed their lips against Fugo's. The familiar sweet taste of strawberry danced over his lips, enticing him to push the kiss further. His heart exploded in his chest when Y/n laced their fingers in his knotted locks.
"Pannacotta Fugo, I love you, and I will not let you leave here until you can look me in the eyes and say from every part of your heart that you don't believe you're a monster."
"We might be here for awhile then," Fugo chuckled.
Y/n smiled, knowing that although it wouldn't happen today, one day Fugo will wake up and know that he is loved, and he can feel at ease being himself. Name a time and place and they would be there to support him, no matter what.
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I wrote the last of of this and edited it all in one day and I wanted to get it out because I feel like I haven't posted in a while so I'm sorry if there's mistakes! I think I'm gonna try to post another request I have done after this so look out for that :)
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