So I just got into Part 5 AND OMFG I LOVE BUCCIARATI! He is my favorite character so far for Vento Aureo.

Pairing: Bruno Bucciarati/Reader

Rating: T

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure belongs to Hirohiko Araki.

Bruno Bucciarati was married, and this was not common knowledge. Only his most trusted friends knew of his little wife and even then they never really got to see Bruno's wife. To others, Bruno's wife was just a rumor; one that reminded people about Polpo's treasure. And there was a reason for that.

When you first met Bruno Bucciarati, you never knew that such a kind man could hold such dark desire within him. However, two and a half years into a marriage with the man, you could know see him for all that he was. The black haired man didn't necessarily like sharing his things and you were no exception. So when the two of you began dating he managed to use Passione's connections to wipe all traces of you from the system.

It got worse after you married.

He managed to create a persona for you, and fabricated a way to alert him if anyone tried to find you by your maiden name. Then he would eliminate the person that tried to find you; be it a family member or old school friend. Bruno would not share you with anyone, not even the mere knowledge of you would be shared with anyone else. To all of Italy, there has only ever been a Mrs. Bucciarati, married to one Bruno Bucciarati.

To Bruno, the life the two of you led was perfect the way it was.

"Cara? I'm home!" Bruno called, after a long day of working with Giorno. He took of his shoes and placed them next to the door as small clinking noises got closer to him. The capo looked up with a smile as you walked into the room, the chain around your ankle dragged against the carpet and your stomach protruded from your frame. Your blank eyes met his and you offered a small smile as the capo reached for you. "How have you and the baby been, cara?" he asked as he rubbed your stomach lightly.

"Good," you replied.

Bruno's blue eyes darkened a bit at the short answer and you gulped before continuing your statement, "We're good, the baby has been moving a lot today."

Your husband's dark eyes lightened at the mention of the baby and he smiled lightly at you. "That's good princessa, now what is for dinner?" Bruno gave you a peck on the cheek before heading for the kitchen. From then on the night was like a deadly dance; Bruno watched your every move and you did your best to cater to his whims. If you made one mistake then the capo would use his stand on you.

One wrong word would have Sticky Fingers zipping your mouth shut. If you dropped something then he would unzip your arm from your body. Bruno would only give back your body parts if you proved that you deserved them.

Tonight you were quite pleased with yourself because there was no cause for Bruno to get mad at you; in fact he was content to have you sit on the couch with his head next to your stomach. He was more than happy to listen to the sluggish movements of your child moving around in the womb. You ran your fingers lightly in his hair and Bruno relaxed; any tension he held during the day was slowly draining away.

You shifted your legs a little under Bruno's head as you felt the baby kicking away at you and Bruno laughed, "They are being rather active today aren't they cara?" You hummed in agreement as Bruno pressed his hand against an area of your stomach where the baby had been pressed against.

"Only a couple more weeks until we get to meet them," you smiled down at Bruno.

Bruno looked thoughtful as he rubbed your stomach lightly, causing you to pause. A small pinprick of fear coursed through your body as you watched Bruno's face contort in a dark expression. "Br-Bruno? Is something wrong?" you asked with a wary smile.

"Nothing that you need to worry about cara," Bruno reassured you as he rubbed your stomach, "Nothing at all."

But that could literally mean anything where you were concerned, and you needed to read between the lines in order to gauge what would be your next action. Because the wrong one could mean that Bruno would use Sticky Fingers to remove a limb or two.

You swallowed lightly and with a trembling hand ran your fingers through Bruno's hair again, "You know you can always count on me amore. I'm here for you." Your words were honeyed and you hoped that his mood would ease up a bit.

Your husband sighed as he nuzzled into your touch before saying, "Well cara, if you insist." Bruno moved slightly so that he would be facing the ceiling instead of your stomach. He hummed a bit and let himself think of what he was going to say; causing your heart rate to increase as he took more and more time on his response. You curled your toes in unease and felt your palms start to get tingly and sweaty.

"People have been looking into your old name again," Bruno started as he watched your face, "Your family has been trying very hard to find you cara. I've tried to warn them over and over again to let it go, but they just won't stop." His blue eyes were dark with anger and envy, "They just don't understand that you are mine." Your face was slack with shock, and you gulped and tried to school your face to not be horrified.

"Wh-Who-" you started and whimpered when he shot you a glare.

Bruno continued as if he never heard you, "Your family had a bunch of private investigators look into you using your maiden name and our name."

"Th-they won't be able to find us will they Bruno?" you asked, doing your best to make it seem like you didn't want your family to find you. The hope you harbored in your heart was stomped down by your desperation to look like you wanted to stay with Bruno. "You won't let them ruin our family right?" you smiled down at him and brought one of Bruno's hands to rest on your stomach where your child was growing.

His eyes brightened with happiness and he nodded, "You and the baby are safe with me, I won't let anything ever happen to you two."

You knew that you were practically signing your death certificate by talking like that, but you would do anything to make it to where he wouldn't hurt you. If you could gain his trust, then your life would be better in the long run. You felt bad for your family, but your need to save yourself and your child outweighed your guilt. Life would be hard for you, but how hard was living in the lap of luxury if you only had to stay with Bruno?

"I love you Bruno."

Bruno smiled, "I love you too cara, you and the baby."

You sighed and let yourself fall into the fake role of being the loving Mrs. Bucciarati. Every time you saw Sticky Fingers hovering around menacingly you steeled your resolve; you knew you had made the right choice. Being Bruno's wife was the price you had to pay in order to not be under suspicion and to not be hurt by Bruno. While polished and outwardly kind, you knew what a possessive and dangerous bastard that Bruno was and that it was the safer bet to just submit to his demented life he built for you.

At least you weren't going to be in on this alone anymore, you thought as you rested a hand on your stomach.

Need more Bruno in my life jesus, I love this character so much.

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