Giorno time boys! He's gonna be the Don of Passione in this so hes gonna be older than he is in part 5.

Pairing: Giorno Giovanna/Reader

Rating: T

JoJo's Bizarre Adventures belongs to Hirohiko Araki.

Giorno Giovanna was the youngest Don in Italy, but at age twenty-two he was ready to find someone to spend the rest of his life with. While he had his dear friends Trish and Mista with him, there was something in him that twisted his mind in want. He craved for that familial connect he had been deprived of his entire childhood, or rather his entire life, and he wished for a wife and child to dote on. Giorno wanted to shower his family with everything they could possibly ask, and anything that they wanted.

But the women he had at his disposal were less than ideal.

The women brought before him in his office were all shallow women, turning their noses up at Mista for his fashion choices and determining Trish to be a rival for the title of Lady Giovanna. They all reminded him of a beautiful Japanese woman, who despite her beauty happened to be the ugliest person that Giorno Giovanna had ever encountered. Every single woman that traipsed through his office door reminded him of his cruel and fickle mother.

So he had Mista dispose of their bodies after the women had shown their true colors. Giorno knew that none of those women were capable of being a kind hearted mother and loving wife, so he branched his scope outwards. Instead of the elite women in Italy, he focused on the passersby in the streets of Napoli. Sometimes he would see women who smiled broadly at friends only to gossip behind their backs or women who were devoted to their work.

None were striking him as women worthy of being the wife of Giorno Giovanna, none of them were capable of being the mother of his children.

On his days off Giorno had taken to roaming the streets of Napoli and visiting little cafes and restaurants with both Trish and Mista, sometimes Fugo trailed along but more often then not he stayed behind to do paperwork for Giorno. It was on one of these days that Giorno happened across a cute little coffee shop and walked in with Trish and Mista chatting about the latest of Italian fashion.

You had worked for years in that little shop; working by day and studying art history at night. Not once had you ever stood out as anything other than a sweet young lady with a gorgeous personality. When nearby school children or moody teens walked in you would always strike up a conversation with them, and if the day was nearing the end then you would gift hungry children the baked items that remained not purchased. They were going to be thrown away anyways, so you never thought anything of it.

On that day that Giorno Giovanna walked into the shop, you were cleaning the counters and equipment while basically preparing to close the shop for the day. You swung around with a dirty dish towel in your hands and greeted the trio happily and with a smile. You explained that the shop was beginning to close but recommended a fabulous little pizzeria down the way in case they all decided to leave.

But Giorno merely leaned against the counter and ordered a small pot of tea to share with his friends. A glint in his eyes that you were unaware of, but both Trish and Mista saw it and grinned widely at each other. They both knew that the blonde Don was beginning to see if you were worth his time.

You told the trio to sit anywhere they would like and just got the tea to start brewing when the door swung open. Your heart sank when you saw one of the little neighborhood children, Tiramisu was her name, crying loudly as her brother Cannoli tried to hush the little girl.

"Ahh, Tira! Noli! Are you two okay?" you bustled around the counter and knelt down to wipe at the girl's face as she sobbed against her older brother's leg. "What happened? Was it your mother again? Do you two need me to bring you home for the night? I told Amaretto that if she keeps it up I would-" but Cannoli shook his head.

"No it wasn't Mama, she's been...better about drinking near Tiramisu. Tira's been getting bullied by the other kids in her class," Cannoli explained.

You let out a sigh of relief as Tiramisu's crying began to slow down, "You two go sit down and I bring by some treats, you're in for a treat there is some zeppole that didn't sell today. Just don't tell the boss okay?" You winked at Tiramisu and she gave a small nod and gave you a big hug before dragging her brother to a window seat near where Giorno had chosen to sit.

When the tea pot was near whistling you removed it from the heat and gathered three cups and saucers along with a small strawberry cake cut into five slices. You balanced all the items on a tray held with one hand and easily made your way over to the mafia members.

"Sorry about that, those kids have it a bit rough but let me know if they are bothering you. Tiramisu gets a little loud sometimes without meaning too," you said as you placed the tea and cups down on the table, "And a little treat, I made it a couple hours ago but everyone was in the mood for chocolate today. Not a strawberry kind of day I guess." With a flourish you set the cake down in front of the friends and held the tray under an arm as you looked on at the group, "Anything else I can get for you? If not I'll be back with silverware in just a moment."

As you left Giorno turned to Trish and Mista with a smile on his face, and Trish gasped excitedly.

"Do you think she might be the one you've been looking for?" the pink haired woman nearly bounced in her seat as Mista inspected the cake that had been set in front of them.

"She doesn't seem to bad, she even cut the cake into five instead of four," the gunslinger leaned back in his chair as Giorno began to serve the tea. "And if it tastes as good as it looks then she's definitely a keeper."

The Don hummed, "You never know Mista, I think she has shown more care and humanity in the last ten minutes then those other women had in their entire lives. She is perfect."

Trish laughed and bumped Giorno with her elbow, "You can say that again."

"I don't care to repeat myself and you know this Trish."

The small group was relaxed and talking quietly when you came back with silverware for their cakes and a small pot of sugar as well. You didn't say much other than for them to enjoy before you served the children a heaping plate of fried dough covered in confectioner's sugar. You ruffled Cannoli's short hair and gave Tiramisu a peck on the top of her head before you disappeared into the back of the shop.

Mista stretched and sent out one of the Sex Pistols to go see what you were doing as Gold Experience Requiem materialized next to Giorno and served the strawberry cake. The Requiem Stand seemed to hum its agreement as Giorno took a bit of the cake and looked over to where you had gone off to with wide eyes. Its agreement was all that Giorno needed to cement the idea that you were the one to be with him for the rest of his life.

His subordinates both smiled contentedly as Giorno began to open up and engage conversation with them about the arrangements that needed to take place for it all to be absolutely perfect. What precautions needed to take place and which safe house should be prepped for your arrival, and if there were any doubts about the kind of person you were all they needed to do was look at little Tiramisu eating with her brother at no cost.

The trio left and paid a generous tip that came along with the fee of their food with a plan in place.

Trish would go to fertility doctors and set up appointments for you and Giorno as well as get in contact with her designer friends for wedding outfits.

Mista would create a team for retrieval and another for protection, along with being the one to personally clean out and vet entire squads of Stand users to be a part of your guard.

While Giorno himself sat in his office and sighed dreamily, already thinking about how gorgeous you would look with his ring on your finger and his child in your arms.

Later that night you awoke in a room that wasn't yours with a leg chained to a bed post; a gorgeous ring sat on your finger and Giorno was sitting next to your bed. You barely recognized him in the low light of the room, but before you could as what was happening he spoke. His words law.

"I am Don Giorno Giovanna, leader of Passione, and you are going to be my wife. It is nice to meet you."

And so began your life, molded and shaped by Giorno to be the perfect family. The one he had been missing for his entire life.

It's a shame that you didn't take well to it at first, but after years of marriage you would settle into your inevitable reality. But for now, there were plans to go through with and a wedding to hold.

Giorno was glad he found you.

I'm leaving this one a little more open ended with how the reader feels about all this. This is a more Giorno centric idea.

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