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Ch-Ch-Changes
Title: Ch-Ch-Changes
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Fugo, Narancia, Buccellati
Pairing(s): Fugo/Narancia
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 580
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Narancia enters the living room a changed man. Or at least, a man wearing clothes that fit much better.
Notes: For Narci. Literally everyone is trans because it's a gift fic and I can do that.
It takes Fugo a while to notice, actually. She’s of course aware that Narancia isn’t as scrawny as he used to be, that he’s no longer the starving kid she picked off the streets to tell him he was going to get a good meal for once. She still remembers the look on his face.
He’s filled out from that from regular meals. Actually, he’s filled out enough that old clothes that used to be too big for him are now too small, as they discover when he keeps pulling down on his shirt to try to keep his stomach covered. It’s a useless effort, and not completely necessary at the dinner table since Mista can never keep his own stomach clothed and never tries, but it definitely illustrates: Narancia has been gaining weight.
“Somebody should take you to buy some new clothes,” Fugo says, one hand on the definite bump on Narancia’s stomach.
Narancia pulls a face. “If you take me shopping, I’ll end up with holes in all my clothes way before they’re old enough to get them.”
“I wasn’t going to- I know you couldn’t pull it off,” she says, sulky. “But you need somebody else there to make sure your clothes fit right and you don’t spend all our money.”
“C’mon, when have I ever been irresponsible with anything?” Narancia tries his most winning smile.
Fugo just gives him a flat look for that. “How about all the time?”
“Have not!”
“Have so.”
Buccellati speaks up, finishing looking through their wallet. “I wouldn’t mind taking you shopping, Narancia. We can make a day of it.”
He immediately lights up. “Really? Can we go right now?”
Fugo doesn’t blame him for his excitement. A day spent with Buccellati sounds like a treasure for any of them. Narancia might return with a lot of zippered clothes, but it’ll be worth it.
They smile slightly. “If you’d like. Hold down the fort while we’re gone, Fugo.”
She snaps to attention. “You can count on me!”
While they’re gone, Fugo absolutely, definitely does not spend her time wondering what outfits Narancia’s going to come back in and how cute he’s going to look in them. Definitely not.
...all right, so she spends some of her time doing that. But most of it she spends cleaning the place while only half of ‘Narancia and Mista’ are there to make a mess.
They return late in the afternoon with bags from various stores, which Narancia brings into the bathroom to pick out an outfit from. Fugo waits on the couch and listens to Buccellati describe how busy everywhere was.
Finally, Narancia enters the living room a changed man. Or at least, a man wearing clothes that fit much better. They’re really cute clothes, but they’re much cuter when they’re on Narancia.
“Welll~? How do I look?” Narancia does a little spin. “Fugo, what do you think?”
She smiles. “You look great.”
“You’re not just saying that because you love me, right?” he asks, hands on his hips.
“Of course I’m not- I mean I do-” Fugo looks to Buccellati for some indication for what the right answer is, but they’re chuckling and not being any help at all. “You do look great! B-but I also love you.”
Narancia thinks about this for a second, says, “Works for me,” and then flops on top of her.
It’s much better to cuddle with someone when they aren’t as bony as Narancia used to be.
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Fugo, Narancia, Buccellati
Pairing(s): Fugo/Narancia
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 580
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Narancia enters the living room a changed man. Or at least, a man wearing clothes that fit much better.
Notes: For Narci. Literally everyone is trans because it's a gift fic and I can do that.
It takes Fugo a while to notice, actually. She’s of course aware that Narancia isn’t as scrawny as he used to be, that he’s no longer the starving kid she picked off the streets to tell him he was going to get a good meal for once. She still remembers the look on his face.
He’s filled out from that from regular meals. Actually, he’s filled out enough that old clothes that used to be too big for him are now too small, as they discover when he keeps pulling down on his shirt to try to keep his stomach covered. It’s a useless effort, and not completely necessary at the dinner table since Mista can never keep his own stomach clothed and never tries, but it definitely illustrates: Narancia has been gaining weight.
“Somebody should take you to buy some new clothes,” Fugo says, one hand on the definite bump on Narancia’s stomach.
Narancia pulls a face. “If you take me shopping, I’ll end up with holes in all my clothes way before they’re old enough to get them.”
“I wasn’t going to- I know you couldn’t pull it off,” she says, sulky. “But you need somebody else there to make sure your clothes fit right and you don’t spend all our money.”
“C’mon, when have I ever been irresponsible with anything?” Narancia tries his most winning smile.
Fugo just gives him a flat look for that. “How about all the time?”
“Have not!”
“Have so.”
Buccellati speaks up, finishing looking through their wallet. “I wouldn’t mind taking you shopping, Narancia. We can make a day of it.”
He immediately lights up. “Really? Can we go right now?”
Fugo doesn’t blame him for his excitement. A day spent with Buccellati sounds like a treasure for any of them. Narancia might return with a lot of zippered clothes, but it’ll be worth it.
They smile slightly. “If you’d like. Hold down the fort while we’re gone, Fugo.”
She snaps to attention. “You can count on me!”
While they’re gone, Fugo absolutely, definitely does not spend her time wondering what outfits Narancia’s going to come back in and how cute he’s going to look in them. Definitely not.
...all right, so she spends some of her time doing that. But most of it she spends cleaning the place while only half of ‘Narancia and Mista’ are there to make a mess.
They return late in the afternoon with bags from various stores, which Narancia brings into the bathroom to pick out an outfit from. Fugo waits on the couch and listens to Buccellati describe how busy everywhere was.
Finally, Narancia enters the living room a changed man. Or at least, a man wearing clothes that fit much better. They’re really cute clothes, but they’re much cuter when they’re on Narancia.
“Welll~? How do I look?” Narancia does a little spin. “Fugo, what do you think?”
She smiles. “You look great.”
“You’re not just saying that because you love me, right?” he asks, hands on his hips.
“Of course I’m not- I mean I do-” Fugo looks to Buccellati for some indication for what the right answer is, but they’re chuckling and not being any help at all. “You do look great! B-but I also love you.”
Narancia thinks about this for a second, says, “Works for me,” and then flops on top of her.
It’s much better to cuddle with someone when they aren’t as bony as Narancia used to be.