《Leone Abbacchio x Reader Oneshots // Drabbles》Abbacchio's Daughter meeting Giorno
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(related to Abba's secret child and returning home)
Abbacchio's Daughter meeting Giorno because why not?
"Why hello there," Giorno said with a soft smile, kneeling before the little girl with welcoming kindness, offering her the gentle, genuine upturn, "And who might you be?" He asked her with the same tenderness, already knowing who she was, as well as what she was doing there.
Instantly, (d/n)'s face blossomed with a new color, staring at the man with eyes that refused to blink, the golden orbs wide as she stared at the man in awe.
The little hand that was wrapped around (f/n)'s fingers suddenly squeezed tighter and with worry, (f/n) came down too, getting only a small glimpse of her daughter's face before she began to giggle, quickly understanding,
'I've never seen her act this way,' She mused, finding the rather bubbly girl to be bashfully stricken down. 'My sweet little girl,' She mused, finding it sweet, subduing her little chuckles to properly introduce the two,
"(D/n), this is a good friend of mamma and papa's," (f/n) told her child, her hand gestured towards the man before them.
"Giorno Giovanna," Giorno introduced himself, being patient with (d/n), taking her shyness to be natural, thus remaining unbothered by it in the least, because by the same age, he'd been much more withdrawn.
"Giorno... " (d/n) said back, her eyes glittering as she gazed up at him, entranced by the long golden strands that fell past his shoulders, and much more, fixed upon his green eyes, the color being so beautiful to her she couldn't stop staring.
Her little heart raced, a rather strange feeling coursing through her, making her not want to look away from the lovely person, because he seemed just so ethereal and perfect.
Shaking her head with a disbelieving amusement, (f/n) smiled, " She's a bit shy right now." She said with a little chuckle, " There are so many new people around...It's a lot to take in..." She trailed off, earning an understanding nod.
"It's understandable," Giorno told her, needing no more say, "I'm just glad I was able to find you," He said to her, once again up to his full height, the woman mimicking his actions and following in suit to properly speak to him,
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"I wanted to see you in person, just in case you decided to leave after all," He added, causing (f/n) to chuckle,
"Really? Don't tell me you missed me that much?" (f/n) asked teasingly, causing him to release a small sound of amusement as well,
"Very," he answered back,"...But not nearly as much as he has," He said while not naming the certain someone,
" I don't think I've ever seen him so...well..." Giorno said with a little hum of contemplation trying to find the right words,
"-Complete." He finally decided.
" Not to mention; it's been so long since I've seen any type of enthusiasm in him, not even a tease of it. And then about a month or two ago it's like he found a reason to smile." he further explained, " It's no doubt because of you. And of course this lovely little lady too," He said while briefly looking at (d/n) again, his vibrant eyes flashing down to her for just a second, causing the girl to suddenly fidget.
"All in all, I'm glad you're back, " He admitted. " And It's good to know you're alright," He said to her,
"When you have time, I'd love to have a moment with you to catch up," he said with certainty, causing her to nod in agreement,
" Of course!" she said excitedly, smiling with happiness bursting through her chest, "I can't wait to catch up GioGio," She said while he grew embarrassed, a soft, little color rising to his cheeks as she used the pet name.
'I see he hasn't grown out of it,' She mused, remembering that any time he was referred to by the nickname, no matter who it came from, he sported the soft color.
Somehow, though strange as it may be, it felt that despite all the time had gone by, she fell right back into place, going back into the same groove of before with ease, and it brought her so much comfort,
'I'm home,' She thought to herself, truly believing it.
After saying their goodbye's, Giorno then began to walk away, intent on leaving their stories for another day, all while (d/n) watched with trailing, enthusiastic eyes.
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He was soon out of earshot, and only during then did (d/n) speak, "Mama..." She piped up, tugging at her mother's sleeve, " he looks just like a prince," She mused while being awestruck, having thought so all the while.
" He's so pretty!" She gushed, and at that very moment, from where Leone stood, his chest ached.
From where he'd stood and waited, he could see the glowing eyes of his child, as well as (f/n)'s nod in agreeance,
" Yeah....He sure does, doesn't he?" (f/n) mused, actually agreeing.
She couldn't deny it because in the time she'd been away it'd seemed he matured more.
His face shaped out more, losing most of its sweet innocence, it being replaced by a charming handsomeness that one could only place in a fairy tale world of perfection.
'And then of course there is all that new muscle,' She added, having noticed he'd also thickened with just the slightest bit of beefiness.
- All the while Leone's shoulders sank,
' My two girls, ' Abbacchio thought seldomly, blowing out a soft blue puff of air.
In all of (f/n)'s amusement, she'd been ignorant to his presence, only noticing him last minute out of the corner of her eye, catching sight of his disheartened expression in that instance,
' Oh Leone...' she thought to herself, rolling her eyes, 'Are you that afraid to lose us?' she thought with light amusement, knowing just what thoughts rolled around in his head.
'You're such a silly man,' She thought to herself.
Granted, she found it sweet, but by then he should be aware that there was nothing that could come between them.
" Well..." (f/n) then sang, stretching out the word as she spoke with just a bit more volume, " I think Giorno is really cute," She started, " but..." she said while tapping a finger to her chin, " I don't know, I think your papa's much more handsome," she said with a little shrug,
"But that's just my opinion," She said while strutting towards the man, reaching out to him, her fingers running down the side of his face as she came close.
"MI Amore," She breathed, utterly entranced by him. " There's no one that really compares to him," She said while gazing into his eyes, speaking more to him, reminding him that there wasn't anything that could overrun the beautiful warmth that resided in her for him.
If both the combined forces of the years and long-distance hadn't worn down the sentiment, then she was sure that nothing could.
'If I loved you then...
If I loved you during all that time...
If I still love you now....
Nothing will ever wash those feelings away,' She thought to herself.
It'd also taken her moment, but as (d/n) realized her father was there, her eyes lit up even more, a large smile erupted over the face that showed all of her imperfect, tiny teeth.
She dashed to him, her arms straining to reach up the entire time, wanting to be scooped up, held, and cuddled.
"papa! Papa!" She cheered overjoyed to see him, completely forgetting about the golden-haired man as she was in her father's arms. " Your back!" She cheered while she was picked up, her nose happily burrowed through the sweet smell of his white locks.
"I missed you... so much," she breathed, holding onto him tightly, not wanting to even give him the chance of putting her down.
He was left stunned as both females ambushed him, happy kisses and squishes smothering him before he began to chuckle, the sound causing (f/n) to release a sound of equal amusement, their child following in suit as she was happy to be held in between them both, even if she was wedged and almost unable to move.
'It's perfect this way, right Leone?' (f/n) silently spoke, finding his sweet expression to be too pure and lovely, filled with so much happiness it could be placed in a dictionary for all to see a visual depiction of the word fulfillment.
'I really am home,' she mused, happy.
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