#as for the rest of la squadra i picture most of them to be around risotto's age range - with pesci being a bit on the younger side

[scientist-of-love]

It's been on my mind since you reblogged that post about 30+ year old characters- how old do you headcanon sorbet & gelato to be? Risotto is the head of La Squadra and he's 28, so I often wonder how old the rest of L.S. is (they give me the vibe that they're young adults but Sorbet & Gelato are more ambiguous to me)

as of now, i headcanon them both as 37 (in 1999) - but i have been considering making them a bit older? though only by a few years, probably. despite the fact that i've taken a liking to middle aged characters, i can't really picture anyone in la squadra being older than 40. probably because everyone in golden wind is so young, and i doubt araki intended any of them to be older than like... early 30s at the very most. sorbet and gelato certainly look older than the others though, unsure whether that was on purpose or not.

[bellarosethefangirl]

May I request La Squadra x reader who wants to go on a special trip? Could be for valentine's day or some other occasion it would just be fun to see where they take reader and what they do! Thank you! 💗

La Squadra x Reader Valentines Headcanons

Taking their S/o on a Special Trip

Oooo I like this 💓 Had fun typing these up! Sorry these are late! Took me a while to think up places. I don’t write for Melone and I couldn’t think of anything for Pesci.

Somewhat Nsfw themes ahead 🔞

Ghaccio

He'd take you on a Alaska cruise. The sights are so beautiful and he adores the cold. There is plenty of new beautiful scenery and much to do on the cruise. He'll be sure to pick a very nice one with delicious food and fun performances he knows you'd enjoy.

This cruise would be one week and it so happens to be for Valentines. Since the holiday is around the corner he is picking a very expensive room for you both.

He'll have Valentine's planned out. He prepared his present for you and will take you to the Broadway-style shows. If you're not into it there's also a casino and bar you two can go to.

The room service is absolutely amazing. All meals on board including 24-hour room service aside from specialty restaurant dining but he'll take you to eat at the restaurant if you really want to.

He gets a bit bashful about how cute you look in winter clothing. Especially if you barrow his scarves or clothing

The Onboard activities, fitness center and pools will be fun for the both of you to enjoy. Exercising would be in the mornings or afternoons if you're into it. The heated pool will feel like a spa and much needed after being in cold weather if you two decide to visit the rest areas the cruise stops at.

Spa treatments or gaming is also available so you two get to enjoy them. Ghaccio loves the spa treatments more so than the gaming. They leave him so relaxed afterwards. If you two game together he’ll have such a great time.

When you two go to the towns to look at all the beautiful scenery it's very nice to see a new place and take pictures together. Ghaccio loves your winter outfits so much. He will take so many pictures with you

For Valentine’s Day he’ll get plan to get off the rest stop And travel in the area with you. He’ll give you his present he saved you. Depending on you he’ll either take you to the restaurant or somewhere you’d enjoy like a skiing trip or activities on the ship.

Iluso

He'll take you to a Cancun Resort for three days. The last day would be Valentine’s Day. He’ll book the most expensive room with the most lovely view too.

You two will spend so much time together on the beaches. He’ll flirt it up with you depending on what swimwear you decide to wear.

You two will get to enjoy the indoor hot tub together in the hotel. The luxury spas and all the fine dining the hotel offers.

The beaches are breath taking and make for such a romantic atmosphere. Illuso will appreciate the views and stay quiet as he watches. He’ll most likely be tanning or walking along with you on shore. If you’re into swimming he won’t mind joining you but he’ll lay on something inflatable as you do.

The area might have shopping and different restaurants you two visit. Illuso happily uses his stand abilities to steal anything your heart wants. Dining and dashing will also be done through the use of his stand.

On Valentines he’ll take you to the spa and beach where you two spend the rest of the day together. At night you two will bathe together and make love all night long after drinking a bottle of expensive wine.

Risotto

He would want to go somewhere haunted but interesting with plenty for you two to explore and enjoy together. There are many haunted places on his bucket list but a nice place he remembered wanting to visit is Bar Harbor in Maine. It is one of the nicer places to visit since some of the views would be nice and good food will be available.

Pirate shipwrecks, Indian burial sites, and unsolved murders all play a part in the spooky past of Bar Harbor, Maine. Many of places in the area are said to be haunted. Which would attract Risottos interest the most. If you’re scared Risotto will protect you and remind you how deadly his stand is. He didn’t earn his title in la squadra for no reason.

While you both travel to these places you two will take pictures together. Risotto will want to keep it in a scrapbook for all the haunted places he wants to travel on his bucket list.

Tours of the haunted areas are also offered. Such as the red cloak tour and walk around the town’s Old Burial Ground, or inside the haunted Art Deco Criterion Theatre, and the guide telling of scary Wabanaki indigenous tales. Risotto is interested in all of these tours. Though haunted they’re still interesting to the curious eye and the setting is still beautiful despite the haunting past. Plus you’ll feel safer with all the other tourists in such a tour as well.

Risotto will want to go to all the tours and haunted areas so you two will be spending a week there together.

Outside of the haunted areas the picturesque town of Bar Harbor, Maine has earned a reputation as one of the best summer vacation destinations in the U.S. For good reason too as you’ll see along with your tall goth boyfriend. The harbor has so much to offer for you both traveling as a young couple together.

The town has delicious seafood restaurants, artisan shops, and Penney of water sports one could enjoy in the waters nearby. Risotto will only do so if you’re interested in these type of active sports.

If you’re not sporty and prefer to travel around the area there is a seaside village northeast of the harbor. Many of the richest families live in the area so amazing sight seeing is welcomed for the ocean facing mansions, and glamorous yachts lining the harbor. Risotto will think it’s nice but he’s more interested in what the area offers such as the stores and restaurants.

This exclusive neighborhood is extremely walkable, full of delicious restaurants and chic boutiques to explore. Plenty of fancy restaurants are in this area and a very nice jewelry store. Risotto will happily have his stand steak for you. He’ll go to any restaurant you want no matter how expensive it is.

On the day of Valentines he’ll take you to the lovely nature filled areas of the land offering the absolute best view. Colorful trees, flowers everywhere, and clear water. He’ll take you on a picnic and ask how you’re liking the trip. You two will spend a lot of time together and he’ll spoil you during the trip. All in all it’s a wonderful experience.

Sorbet and Gelato

A couples retreat where you will enjoy spa treatments and relaxation by a beach. These two are going to spoil you rotten on this trip. Atleast three or four days together will be spent during this vacation.

The beach is absolutely gorgeous and you’re happier the room you’re all staying in happens to be a fancy beach house. The bar and spa treatments add to the paradise.

Sorbet and Gelato will compliment you so much during this vacation. They’re also going to be looking their best too since they’ll both be coming onto you left and right.

On the beach all three of you will swim or relax in the water. Tanning or enjoying yourselves under an umbrella is welcomed.

They’ll spend a lot of time at the bar ordering their favorites or having you try new drinks thy recommend. If you don’t drink alcohol they’ll tease you but want some of your drink (mainly Sorbet).

At the spa they’ll want massages while you receive a facial or massage of your own.

On the day of Valentines both have an expensive gift for you such a jewelry or designer clothing. If you get them something they’re both eager and get lovey dovey. A threesome is happening that night too.

At night or morning time, one or the other is trying to get in your pants especially if you wear little clothing.

The whole trip is so fun and enjoyable. All three of you will miss it. On the way back to Naples Sorbet and Gelato will have a conversation about what the next trip should be.

Proscuitto

He's taking you to Vegas and the hotel is going to be the Bellagio hotel and casino. It's an elegant Italian-inspired hotel and casino. He'll book a 3 day stay.

Inside the hotel you’ll notice the fancy and over the top decor. The huge fountain inside will greet you two upon entering.

The room is going to be the most expensive one offered to couples. It’s incredibly luxurious with a nice window view. The suite also offers alcohol and an oversized tub.

You two may bathe together here or there while he smokes or reads a magazine holding your waste. If it’s late he’s drinking whiskey.

He may or may not seduce you throughout the time you’re in the suite with him. Especially after you two spend time in the casino.

He’s good at gambling so you’ll be beside him with your own drink as he’s smoking and gambling. If you’re into gambling he’ll let you be but come to your after a couple hours.

You two will be doing a lot of shopping together. Outside the hotel you two will go to different restaurants in Vegas. If you’re interested going anywhere he’ll gladly take you. He’s happy as long as you are.

Prosciutto is spoiling you during this trip so enjoy all that you can through your time in Vegas with him.

On Valentine’s Day he has roses and room service for you in the morning. Afterwards he’ll present you a gift and offer to take you to a restaurant later. He’ll have you pick and pull some strings to get a reservation with his ties to the mafia. He’ll want to make love once you’re both back at the hotel.

Formaggio

He doesn't want to be cliché and take you to a couples hotel so he'll take you somewhere fun out of the country. He'll take you to a water park, Knotts Berry farm soak city. Let’s say for this trip he promised to take you here since it’s only open during particular seasons. Meaning on the actual day of Valentines you two spend the day together in favor of saving money for a trip in the warmer seasons instead.

On Valentines he bought you chocolates and you two went out bar hopping then had plenty of sexy time together at home.

There is much the water park offers. He won't book a hotel near the park since he wants sexy time at a hotel. The hotels at the park have families so he won't want them hearing you two. Your hotel will be far from the park but he rented a car so you’re both good. Parking does take a while but it’s worth it since you two go when the park opens.

You two spend four days at the hotel and two of them is spent at the park. At the park you two enjoy all it has to offer.

Plenty of water slides with huge floaties to ride on as you slide down them. Water rides involving floaties and giant slides.

A river of floaties for you two to travel on down the current in enjoyable relaxation under the sun. You two will talk and play around together.

There’s plenty of stores and places to eat. You two will enjoy frozen treats and junk food together laughing as you walk along through the park in sandels.

He’ll flirt it up with you and compliment you constantly. If you’re both in line or beside eachother as you sit or enjoy water his arm is around you.

At the wave pool you two will play and chat for hours. At the giant slides where it requires more than one person, he’s going to be behind you laughing and hollering as you two descent down the slides together.

The two days you’re both not at the park you’re at the hotel. The first day is to settle in and plan for the day tomorrow at the park. The final night you both have plenty of sexy time together so you get to sleep in before the trip is over. You’re both definitely eating at a restaurant not familiar to Italy so you can enjoy new food together.

All in all it’s a wonderful couples trip to a fun water park with lots of memories. You might return depending on how much your prefer it over other types of trips. Formaggio enjoyed it very much and was happy you two took pictures together so he could put them on the fridge.

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[tenthgrove]

Can I request the one where La Squadra thought the reader was pregnant (when she just actually visited her kid) situation for Bruno's gang?

Mother Mother- Bucci Edition

Team Buccerati x Reader (Fem), Platonic, SFW

Bruno Buccerati is feeling restless. He's not one to pry, but your behaviour lately is starting to concern him. Leaving the base for hours without explanation is no cause for worry in itself, after all, you're not obliged to inform him of your whereabouts 24/7 and you're hardly the only one on the team who does this, but together with the ceaseless obsession with cutting your finances, the uncharacteristic melancholy and the jolt of panic whenever your personal circumstances become the topic of conversation all add up to a bad picture.

The final straw for Buccerati came today, in which while passing you idly on the sofa he caught sight of the word 'parenthood' printed on the title of the leaflet you were reading. He didn't see the rest of what it said, but your guilty smile at being caught spoke well enough for itself.

Buccerati truly does feel bad about this, but with how defensive you become at even the smallest sign of confrontation, he sees no other choice. As he watches you depart your bedroom and head into the bathroom, he waits quietly for the rush of water from the shower, before sneaking into your unlocked bedroom unnoticed.

He will make clear, he thinks to himself as he pilfers through the loose paper on your desk for that leaflet, that he is not angry. If it's what your heart is set on, he isn't even that opposed to the idea of you raising the baby yourself. The squad is decently paid and their work isn't as dangerous or all-consuming as some, so they can manage. He even feels a little bit of excitement at the thought of helping you with your offspring. He's only doing this because it can't be healthy for you to conceal your pregnancy like this. Children have always been such precious things to him.

A pink leaflet flits off of the desk and Buccerati picks up his prize. He reads the title in full.

"Parenthood for the Parents of Hospitalised Children: What Doctors Advise"

Ahh. Now that changes things. Buccerati feels his heart sink at the sight of the stock image of a mother and father standing over the bedside of a sickly-looking girl. He guiltily returns the leaflet to its former place and tries to reorganise the paper as he found it, before exiting quickly.

Having learned his lesson well about making assumptions on too little evidence, Buccerati sits down with his phone book. There's a fellow on one of the intel teams who owes him a small favour, and it's time he called on it.

“Hello, it’s Buccerati, could you do something for me quickly? I need you to check the records of all the hospitals in Naples that hospitalise chronically ill children, and take a look through the names of the patients in the children's ward," he requests. "There's a specific surname I'm after, hang on, I'll find it for you." Buccerati racks his brains. If there's one thing he's certain your being honest about it's your real name. He pulls it from his memories and relays it to his friend. "No, no need to take any action once you find them. Just let me know the details, particularly of the illness. Very well, thank you," he concludes the phone call and hangs up. He leans back in the seat and sighs.

He barely gets half an hour to rest before the phone rings.

"Oh hello, that was quick. Did you find them? That's excellent. What did the records say?"

The agent relays his findings. Matching the surname he gave him is a little girl about 5 years old, currently residing in the hospital closest to Buccerati's base. The child is suffering from a frightful condition that, although rarely fatal with treatment, can leave sufferers in need of constant medical care for months on end, along with more minor support for years after.

The most concerning thing about the records is that the agent was able to find visitation logs attached to the data, and they all speak of a single, anonymous visitor with recorded visits matching perfectly with the dates and times of your disappearances.

Buccerati thanks the agent and promises to wire him a little money for his quick and extensive help. Hanging up, he broods deeply. He cannot simply allow your suffering to continue if there's anything, anything at all he can do to help.

He is broken from his trance by the sounds of panicked footsteps running in from the hall. He catches sight of Mista and Narancia sneaking in from the hallway, and is struck by the immediate impression that they are by all definitions, up to no good.

"What's the matter you two? You seem startled," he presses them patiently. He is met with two loud sounds of 'uhhhh'.

"Nothing Buccerati, we swear it!" Narancia promises.

"Yeah! In fact, we were just going to the shops and were arguing over what to get!" Mista backs him up. Buccerati rolls his eyes and smiles.

"Alright. Not too much sugar, Narancia? We don't want to find you being sick in the bathroom at two in the morning again, do we?"

"It's not me you have to worry about doing that now," Narancia mutters under his breath.

"Pardon?" Buccerati asks, confused.

"Nothing! We should go now!"

The boys immediately make their exit out the front and disappear down the street. Bruno tuts. Sometimes he thinks he'll never understand that lot. He smiles.

As he replays the encounter in his head, it occurs to him what that strange item poking out of Mista's pocket was. The leaflet from (y/n)'s room. Shit.

"Mista? Narancia? I think we should have a word please!" Buccerati shouts down the entry street. But it's two late, they've both disappeared out of earshot. Buccerati throws his hands up in despair, and returns to his room.

::::::::::::

Abbacchio knows what he sees. Mista and Narancia go running down the street and about 20 second later, Buccerati goes out shouting. As Abbacchio watches Buccerati return to the house in defeat, he makes a decision. He's had enough of those kids and their petty little antics. If Buccerati doesn't have it in him to set them straight, he will.

"You look pressed," Fugo remarks as Abbacchio pushes past him in the corridor.

"None of your business. Mista and Narancia are up to no good and now I've got to go and find them," Abbacchio grunts.

"Narancia?! But he promised me he'd work on his assignments tonight! Little bastard, I'll kill him!" Fugo fumes.

"Will you now? Better keep up then," Abbacchio says, throwing on his coat.

It doesn't take them long at all to find Mista and Narancia. Indeed, they're cowering in the very first alleyway left of the house.

"We can explain," Narancia promises.

"I bet you can," Abbacchio mutters half-heartedly.

"Take a look at this!" Narancia urges them. He pulls a pink leaflet from Mista's pocket and rereads it himself. "It says 'parenthood'. We found it in (y/n)'s room. Does that mean she's pregnant?"

"Why in god's name were you snooping around in (y/n)'s room?" Abbacchio interrogates them.

"Furthermore Narancia, you can't read," Fugo adds.

"Well, for a start, Buccerati did it first. We just went in after him to see what it was he was looking for. Second, Mista read it for me, and he swears it says 'parenthood'. Isn't that right Mista?"

"Sure is," Mista affirms. "Look."

He flicks the leaflet in front of them and, sure enough, they all read the same word. Abbacchio and Fugo curse simultaneously.

"What the hell is their game, thinking they can hide something like this from us?" Abbacchio fumes. "Does Bruno think he's protecting her or something? He's a fool."

"If I may, Abbacchio, it is most uncharacteristic of you to speak ill of Signor Buccerati," a voice from behind protests. Abbacchio turns with a jolt to see Giorno standing at the entrance of the alleyway along with a very bewildered looking Trish. They each have a couple of shopping bags in their hands.

"Are you spying on me?!" Abbacchio shrieks.

"Not at all. I simply thought that going after dark would be a much safer time for Trish to do her shopping, so I was taking her out," Giorno explains. "I overheard your voices and came to investigate, but I really haven't heard much."

"(Y/n)'s pregnant and Buccerati's hiding it from us," Mista fills him in.

"Wait, I'm lost. Did Buccerati get her pregnant? Because if so, what in the actual hell?" Trish comments.

"Fucking christ. Could you imagine?" Narancia remarks. The group soon devolves into a mess of interrupted shouting.

"All of you quiet!" Abbacchio yells. He holds up his hands in desperation. "We are going to get to the bottom of this and we're going to do it now! We are going right home, and we are getting (y/n) to explain herself, whether she likes it or not. Agreed?"

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You had an awful eery feeling getting out that shower would be a mistake. The last thing you expected tonight was being hounded by your dear teammates while you're half dressed and wet haired, particularly on such an outlandish concept as pregnancy.

"Slow down! What the hell are you accusing me of again?"

"You're having a baby and you aren't even telling us! Do you have any idea how much those cost?" Trish accuses. You don't even have an answer for that one, it's just so completely wrong there's no way to refute it.

"We aren't looking to judge, we just want to help," Giorno assures you, though his voice is drowned out by the rest of the rabble.

"I don't need help, I'm not having a baby!" you protest. Narancia opens his mouth.

"But the leaflet says-"

"What on god's earth are the lot of you doing?" Bruno calls from the hallway. "Why are you all hounding (y/n) all of a sudden."

"You think we don't know what you know, Buccerati?" Abbacchio confronts him. "You're complicit in this. You're helping to hide this- baby!"

Buccerati breathes deeply.

"Ah. I believe I know what this is about. Mista, I want you to take that leaflet you found and read the front page out to me. In full."

Mista complies.

"Parenthood... for the Parents of Hospitalised Children. Oh."

"You made the same mistake I did," Buccerati explains. "You saw the first word and immediately jumped to your own conclusions. But in regards to the full title I have carried out some follow up and have confirmed it is exactly what it sounds like. (Y/n) has a young daughter who is unfortunately quite sick at present, and she has understandably been taking time off to be with her."

"You know about her?" you exclaim in panic.

"Apologies (y/n), I was acting only in concern for your health. It was admittedly due to my poor caution that the others found out and, well, it went from there."

"Look," you protest, thoughts spiralling into panic. "I didn't mean for you to know. You said I could do what I wanted with my money so I did. There- there was no other way I could afford to treat her," you justify, tears starting to leak from your eyes. "Please don't kick me out. I swear this doesn't affect my work, all I need is a few hours a week to check on her!"

You collapse against the door in tears. The crowd goes into a shocked silence. Buccerati pushes to the front.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to kick you out so don't worry," he promises. "I would never cut off a member of my squad like that, especially not when they have such a vulnerable dependent. We can talk about helping you with the money tomorrow, but now, let's get you calmed down okay?"

You nod through your tears. Buccerati guides you to your feet and leads you gently into the kitchen. The remaining group in the hall look at each other with pressed lips. Fugo takes the leaflet from Mista and reads through the front cover once more. He hits him.

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

hello I am back with a request if that’s ok with you q w q ) for la squadra with scenario-hc’s with their s/o taking care of them ( can go nsfw if you’d like but for now sfw thoughts ) as much as I love them taking care of their s/o I love when the roles are switched. Can be injured or other— but the goal is to make them feel safe and loved for as much as possible, like my other ask tender emotional moments are my jam. If find the muse for it 💖 if not that’s completely ok too. Pls & thnk u 🥰

ALWAYS OKAY W/ ME I LOVE SEEING U IN MY ASKBOX!!!! it's tendie hours 😍

taking care of la squadra 😌

risotto ✂️

it isn't easy to get risotto to relax, he's a workaholic. sit on him and give him a Look that you're not moving and neither is he, and he'll be so charmed that he'll relent.

he's also more used to taking care of people than being taken care of, so it's a bit of an adjustment to sit on his ass for a few days until he's recovered from the worst of whatever injury/illness he's got, but he finds himself getting like, quietly kind of emotional about it. he hasn't allowed himself to be cared for in a long time and he expresses that to you, and how much he appreciates and loves you.

he finds he really enjoys the opportunity to relax, cause yeah he's under the weather but at least he can chill for a bit. and he'd very much love to chill with you if you have the time. quiet cuddles or existing comfortably in the same space will have him feeling very cozy, loved, and rested. kiss him on the forehead to remind him that he is soft and precious and he'll want to snuggle you all day with a little smile on his face.

prosciutto 🚬

also not used to being taken care of. he'll be grumpy and try to micromanage the house from his bed at first (and you probably banished him to bed because he wasn't getting any rest on the couch). he relaxes when he wants to!!!! remind him that he needs time to recover and he's only human, and you promise the house won't fall apart without him. not only is he soft for you but he trusts you completely, so he relaxes.

he might be a bit restless, but set him up with a book and he'll be good. you may even take on prosciutto-like mannerisms in his place, like shushing the others if they're being too noisy. if he overhears you insisting on peace and quiet so he can rest, he'll smile to himself.

what really gets him and lets him know he's loved is taking over what he usually does while he rests, like folding his laundry and putting it away in the order he likes. and if you initiate the classic forehead touch with a smile and tell him to chill so he can get better, he'll gladly lay around all day thinking of you.

pesci 🎣

he tries to power through it but no honey you need to rest. give him puppy eyes and say you really want him to relax and get better, and he'll do it for you. he will get SO better for his babe just u see!!!!

he's also kind of glad for the chance to have downtime tho, even tho he's typically eager to help and stuff. he just wishes he didn't feel like ass. cheer him up with lots of cuddles and quiet relaxing things u can do together and he'll feel loads better!!!

he may feel kind of bad at first like oh no he doesn't want to bother u. but reassure him that he is never a bother, u love him and love being with him and that doesn't change when he's under the weather. he will accept that and thank u wholeheartedly for taking care of him

formaggio 🧀

milks it for all its worth. OOOH BABE IM IN SO MUCH PAAAIN PLEASE HOLD MEEE 😩 if he's feeling like shit at least he's gonna get cuddles out of it

would love nothing more than to snuggle up and watch stupid movies with you all day. he may just cling to you if you try to get up and insists that someone else can fetch you both dinner/blankets/etc instead. you're his best medicine!!! his comfort!!!! do not seperate!!!!!

but he is a sucker for a home cooked meal. even if you go for a bit, if you come back with something u made urself, even if it's not the most amazing display of chef skills, he'll be falling all over himself with how much he loves you because you put love and effort into something to make him feel better

illuso ✨

one of the WORST when he gets sick or injured because he just complains and lays on the pity party even more than formaggio. everything sucks!!! woe is illuso!!!! he needs ur healing kisses!!!!!

he definitely goes into the mirror world to rest b/c he needs peace and quiet or he'll get cranky. but he will bring u ofc. not just to be pampered either he's just cozy and happy in ur company

lavishing him in attention aside, what will REALLY tug on his heart is taking initiative to take care of him, like asking first how he's feeling, bringing an extra blanket cause you know he likes to have a pile of them, offering to very gently brush his hair. just like, little genuine attentive things. it may get him blushing

melone 🍈

very practical about it, there's that whole thing of 'people with medical backgrounds are the worst patients for one reason or another' but he doesn't try to take shortcuts with the rest he knows he needs and he's very polite and patient with asking for/instructing on what he needs

he's great at finding ways to entertain himself so no worries in that regard. if he's worried about getting you sick he may actually discourage cuddles for once in his life but otherwise he'd love to snuggle up to his babe all day

he'd honestly just feel really comforted if you told him all about your day and shared cool things with him or the classic 'i saw this and thought of you' he'll be 😍

ghiaccio ❄️

EXTRA grumpy when he's uncomfortable or in pain and unable to work his energy out. he's very active, so his body (or you) making him sit on his ass when he doesn't want to will leave him very prickly even though logically he knows it's for the best.

he'll generally want his space but then have bouts of feeling very cuddly. picture him cocooned in blankets with only the top half of his face visible and his general grumpy glower relaxes as u massage his scalp like calming an angry cat.

he'll be very thankful for everything you do, including kissing his cheeks or leaving him to chill with some water and a book or shushing the others if they're being too rowdy. but he'll be extra super thankful and soft if you bundle him up and go for a walk with him around the block just to stretch his legs and get some fresh air cause you know how much he hates sitting around.

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

if one of them is under the weather, the house gets a brief respite from their antics cause you and the other one are there to entertain them and curb their restlessness. if they're both sick/injured, good fucking luck because their boredom will feed off each other and it will be a nightmare.

sorbet likes to chill but he always needs new surroundings. he'll want to stay on the couch to at least observe the house's regular chaos but if you (and maybe gelato) see that he's not getting enough rest you will have to literally drag him into your bedroom because 1) he's not letting go of his entertainment that easily 2) it's fun to watch you struggle. he is devising every way to cause problems on purpose without moving around too much

gelato HATES sitting still so he is slowly going insane and he will let you know it. get him a big stack of movies, let him have free reign of the tv, play cards with him etc if you know what's good for the whole house because otherwise he won't stay in bed or he'll do shit like scream for help just to see you rush in and then grin and be like oh nvm babe im fine :)

you thought they were a handful together regularly? HAH. when they're sick or injured together they enable each other even more than usual. you are the only one capable of placating them, enjoy being squished between your two extremely cuddly boyfriends.

cuddles and kisses and loving attention always make them feel better, a surefire way to get them to actually rest is by snuggling them. but even if you do go for a bit, what brightens them up is hearing about all the new happenings on base or this cute dog you saw or if you bring them new snacks every day or try making something different for dinner. like, not just to placate them, but cause you know they're bored and uncomfortable and you want to cheer them up, that's what gets them. and then they'll pull you down and hold you for the rest of the night.

[jostepherjoestar]

Ah I was sitting on this idea while waiting for requests to open! I loved your ask that had La Squadra meeting Risottos daughter from the future that got me thinking what if La Squadra had a memey s/o from present time? Would they ask lotta questions about the future and get confused when they speak in vine or tiktok references? 😆

La Squadra with a meme-y s/o from the future

gn reader // sfw

ahh that was such a cute ask and glad it made you think of this idea! thank your for requesting this and omg so so so so sorry it took so long, hope you’ll still enjoy it none the less! 💖✨ (you and your LS bf have a good comprehension of each other’s timelines and are used to traveling back and forth a bit :D)

Risotto

He knows the complications are endless and at times it all seems incomprehensible- having an s/o who can literally time travel; but your sheer knowledge of memes and the way you seem to effortlessly drop them into everyday conversation is astounding to him.

He doesn’t understand them that well, no amount of context or explaining will help. It’s simply a language he does not understand that well. And the memes or slang he kind of does understand, he just doesn’t find that funny. 

However, he will never actually find it a bother when you drop a few weird jokes. The way they make you laugh and sometimes even dry-heave from the hilarity makes him love you even more. 

In moments like that he’ll dryly let out a few slang words he remembers. You will never forget the time he let out a serious and deep “yeet” when you were already hysterically laughing, his addition might have made you stop breathing for a minute. It still makes you grin when you remember him shaking your shoulders and telling you to “breathe dammit!!”

Overall this man does not really get it or find it that entertaining himself, but he’ll gladly tease you and make you smile with the stuff he picks up. Risotto just can’t stop staring at your beaming grin.

Formaggio

Although he doesn’t truly grasp the layers of certain jokes or memes, Formaggio is your man! He’ll start using jokes and memes he learned from you and is so pleased when he makes you laugh with them. 

Formaggio is great at continuing a bit but once he loses interest he just...stops. Which is kind of perfect since your knowledge of vines is a lot bigger than those of tiktoks so those quick six seconds are easy to get the point across. 

He’ll still get some stuff wrong but he gets the gist of them. He loves annoying his teammates with his newfound references and they all can’t stand him. The second he opens his mouth with that smug look in his eyes, they all sigh in unison and prepare for the incomprehensible babbling that’s about to commence. 

The rest of the gang likes you but when you and Formaggio are hanging out at headquarters together, they tend to keep conversations quick because they know once you two team up, the suffering will never end. 

“Babe, wake up! New meme just dropped!” 

You two are a menace to deal with but god if it isn’t sickeningly cute and funny when he calls you his baby, his cinnamon apple!

Illuso

Don’t get Illuso wrong, he loves you but dear heavens you are on thin ice with him. He isn’t the most joke-y type, he likes a good chuckle but please do not oversaturate him with references he does not get. 

He has little to no interest in the videos you wish to show him and even less interest in remembering the ones he begrudgingly watched. 

At this point you’re allowed a couple jokes a day, he doesn’t count or literally prevent you from saying them, but you know each other well enough to see when he’s actually getting annoyed. 

To shut you up he’ll try and fluster you! He’ll look into your eyes so intensely as you continue talking about a meme, one eyebrow cocked and one side of his beautiful lips curled up into a smug grin. 

He’ll place a single hand on your cheek, his thumb gently swiping across it while the rest of his large hand and fingers rest on your scalp. As he hears you stumble over your words and can feel your cheeks heating up he’ll get in nice and close to your lips. Ghosting his over yours and placing a single kiss that you wish would last longer. That’ll keep you quiet for a bit 😌

He accidentally (re-)invents “that’s cringe” without your help. (he’s referring to you, sorry bestie)

Prosciutto

Why are you saying these weird words AT him? Why must you crease his brows even further?

Prosciutto’s patience is getting tested with you and your innate need for adding incomprehensible colourful commentary to everyday things and situations. He truly doesn’t get it and there is no amount of explaining you can do to change his mind. Even after the memes make even a little sense, he won’t find them funny.

He does love you, so much in fact, that he knows asking you to stop isn’t going to work and it wouldn’t be a fair thing to do. He sees how your smirk feeds into the satisfaction of landing a joke in your present time where most of your friends know what you’re talking about. 

However when you come around his part of the space time continuum, playtime is over. Well mostly. He does enjoy being a bit goofy around you, his snarky comments get a sarcastic edge that parallels your need for adding a fun flair to mundane things. 

The only time you made him laugh with a meme was when you kept repeating “i can’t believe you’ve done this” over and over while poking his cheeks during a playful mood. After a final poke, Prosciutto’s resolve finally breaking, he couldn’t help but snicker. With one final addition of the line, ever surprised by the wonderful sound he makes when he finally breaks, you stop and stare. Enamoured by your wonderful boyfriend and his gorgeous smile. 

Pesci

He’s the most supportive partner out there! Anything that makes you laugh and giggle, like the memes you keep showing him, fills his mushy heart with joy. 

Pesci will kind of get them? They all make sense in a way, but some of them just go above his head because of the layers of internet knowledge he does not possess. Although he really loves it when you show him stuff that reminded you of him.

🥺🥺🥺🥺 <-- his face the entire day after you show him cute pictures of animals and said they made you think of him. He’s just so in sickeningly smitten with you.

He’ll try out a couple of internet slang terms and blush really badly when they make you laugh. If Pesci could, he’d play your laughter on loop 24/7. Him baby, ok?

When the whole internet was debating their existence and that of every object because everything is cake, you quizzed Pesci on his cake-recognizing skills. He failed horribly, they all looked way too realistic and he might have had a small existential crisis. 

You playfully bit his wrist to show he wasn’t made of cake, planting some kisses along the sensitive spot. He shivered at your tickling pecks, relieved he wasn’t just a tasty confection and even happier that you’d love him regardless. 

Melone

Your meme comrade. 

The first mistake was showing him what the internet was like in your future timeline. He got so invested in its machinations and the entire culture surrounding it. He studied every single social media outlet. Every niche he could find only fuelling his curiosity. 

Pandora’s box has been opened and there is no turning back now. Not only does he get all the memes and vines you show him, he memorized them too. Melone will artfully display his knowledge in daily life when you’re around and show off.

Do you regret showing him? Maybe...but is it hilarious to hear him quote terribly long copy/pastas? Yes. Yes it is.

He will steal your phone so he can feed into his meme needs, saving the most fried up images that barely make any sense, to your gallery. You sorted the ones he saves into a special folder so you wouldn’t have to strain your eyes so much. 

It’s all fun and games until he starts referencing stuff during more intimate times. At first they made you laugh but as time went on you had to ask him to stop. 

Hearing Melone whisper “eeby deeby” while kissing his way down your neck might not be the mood you’d preferred. (hearing him sigh and say “so, no head?” was pretty hilarious tho)

Ghiaccio

To your surprise, once he understands the memes and gets the references, he becomes quite good at using them as well. Steering clear of the misspelled ones, of course. (one bad gloop might actually kill him)

Ghiaccio is such a big softie once he’s alone with you, letting his guard down and finally calm, not irked or stressed by his surroundings. 

He loves it when you show him new weird pictures you saved because they made you think of him. You don’t allow him to have a smartphone no matter how much he wants it (it’ll mess up sensitive time stuff) so when you’re scrolling through your preferred meme gathering app with Ghiaccio alongside you, he’ll point out ones and snicker a “that’s you”. 

It makes your heart melt how cute he can be with the stuff he picks out. Once he actually said “you’re baby” and you felt your soul leave your precious body as his cheeks turned redder than plush tomatoes in summertime. 

When he’s around the rest of the squad or in a more public setting, the usual stressors return. But with you around to offer quick witty jokes, things tend to become less focused on irritation. 

You are 100% sure you’ve heard him yell the famous words “AM I WRONG?!” during a heated argument with Melone. You had to leave the room to prevent worsening things, holding in your laughter and silently dying as you heard him rave on. 

[sourwormsaresour]

Headcanons on the type of pets La Squadra would own?

Holy shit this was too fun to make, especially with giving the pets names.

Sorbet and Gelato have their own Crusty-White-Dog™ that's a Maltese Terrier named Armani. The dog hates and barks nonstop at everything deemed threatening (aka, everyone and particularly the rest of La Squadra) and yet those two will claim she's the sweetest thing in the world. True to her name, they deck her with Armani branded clothes, either specially made dog fashion or they had a DIY done to make it look like an Armani outfit- down to the bright pink leash she wears dripping in the Armani logo. She eats the finest dry kibble and only drinks Ferrarelle Sparkling water; she will know the difference if you switch it up. She's the epitome of "I demand pets but only do so with your eyes" to everyone. Despite loving Sorbet and Gelato the most, she demands all their attention on her and she will cockblock those two if she catches them being affectionate to each other instead. Despite having a nice bed, she always sleeps between the two of them and will whimper if they kick her out of the bedroom so they can get intimate. Those tear-stained eyes always look like they've seen everything, despite being constantly babied by her owners. If Armani could, she would kill everyone.

Risotto, the biggest man in Vento Aureo, has a little Syrian hamster he called Ace. He thought that a pet with a shorter lifespan would allow him the perfect balance of having a pet but not being very attached to it compared to pets that live longer- he was wrong. If you ever come into Risotto's office as he worked, either you are greeted with Ace running around in his green hamster ball, walking around Risotto's desk as he worked, or running in the hamster wheel behind the desk. Ace's tank is an old Aquarium tank Pesci gave to Risotto that is now full of soft bedding, toys, and Risotto frequently cleans it. There are days where Risotto just spends hours watching his hamster walk around the room, eating little treats, and staring at Risotto with its beady eyes. It's gotten to the point where you can't walk into Risotto's office without noticing a lone sunflower seed or piece of bedding on the ground that Risotto didn't notice until you pointed it out. Every time Ace passes from old age, Risotto buys a new Syrian hamster and calls that one Ace. He hasn't kept track of how many hamsters that came and went so far, but treated every one of them as if they were the first Ace. He takes pictures of Ace doing the most relatively boring things and will share them with his members.

Illuso got a Sulphur-crested cockatoo named Scapino as a joke. He thought they didn’t require much attention but later felt bad when he found out that they need specific proper care. He proceeds to care for it as if it was his child. Illuso taught his bird how to speak and swear at people, specifically swearing at Formaggio and occasionally at Ghiaccio. This man will shower his bird with the best treats (expensive nuts, dried fruit, chicken bones) and has a special bar for it to perch on when they're in the shower together. This bird has free reign all over Illuso's place and wears a little anklet thing to verify that it has an owner should it escape. The two of them have spa days together and it’s one of the most wholesome things in the world to witness. Scapino will actually join Illuso on missions too, staying in the mirror world the whole time, and it provides him some comfort from his social anxiety. Sometimes Scapino sits on his shoulder as he walks. Illuso trained it to stay and hide in the mirror world so that it wouldn’t fly away or blow his cover when he’s working. But the bird will fly around in there and will watch anyone that’s getting murked in front of him with no remorse and commenting on it too. Imagine you’re dying in the mirror world and your last moment is this fucking bird looming over you going “night night, motherfucker”. JESUS CHRIST. 

Prosciutto used to be on the whole “pets are unnecessary” train but he had considered looking at breeders for the best quality dog. And then one rainy day he found an abandoned Portuguese Water Dog puppy in an alleyway and at Pesci’s insistence took it in. Turns out the puppy was bought by a rich family for their kid but then abandoned when the kid wasn't interested in it anymore. Prosciutto insisted that the dog was going to stay for one night and then sent to the pound first thing in the morning. It's been years now and the little dog is now a big fluffy good boy named Pon Pon. The second biggest chunk of Prosciutto's paycheck is for this dog; I'm talking grooming services with paw-ticures, an all-organic raw diet, the nicest beds that even a human would wish they can sleep on. Pon Pon is properly trained with all the basics and tricks, because Prosciutto doesn't want to deal with a misbehaving dog, but it will use puppy eyes against the old man now and then. He give you the best smiles if you call him a good boy and if you glance at the right time you can see Prosciutto smile for a brief moment. Had he lived longer, he would have made Pon Pon famous on Facebook like Boo the Dog. Prosciutto will also not admit that this dog has helped him get laid a few times, because every person he did bring home always got a kick out of Pon Pon.

Ghiaccio has a pet snake- an albino ball python named Bianco. Ghiaccio was also on the “pets are unnecessary” train too but mainly because he can't stand loud pets (i.e. Illuso and Sorbet and Gelato’s pets). When Risotto suggested he get a snake, Ghiaccio looked into it, researching and meticulously setting up the proper enclosure  and found himself going to a local reptile expo to find Bianco for sale. He’s fascinated by his snake to say the least, and would use leftover containers or Tupperware for Bianco to spend more money on proper equipment or food. Ghiaccio is really involved in online reptile forums and frequently debates with people on topics such as the best substrates to use, whether live rodents are better than frozen, ethics of breeding certain species, etc. He often gets worried when Bianco becomes picky and Ghiaccio would spend sleepless nights trying to get his baby to eat. Ghiaccio would walk around with his ball python wrapped around his neck or lets him slither around in his room under supervision but he mostly leaves him alone in the enclosure. There are times where he would claim he has the best, smartest pet and everyone just rolls their eyes like “yes the white fettuccine that got stuck in a toilet paper roll an hour ago is so smart”. But they let him rant about it. It’s kind of cute to say the least.

Pesci is the definition of people whose entire LIVELIHOOD is making his room into an aquarium. His room is full of strictly maintained, cleaned, and decorated tanks full of various types of aquatic animals. I’m talking Dwarf Puffers (Antonio, Portia, Jessica, Bassiano, and Solanio), Albino Gold Axolotls (Moe, Larry, and Curly), Red Ear Sliders (Franco and Ciccio), Clown Fishes (Browser, Mario, Toadstool, and Koopa), Brazilian Sea Horses (Tom and Jerry), a Blue Betta Fish named Valentina in a 30+ gallon aquaponics tank that grows a variety of plants each season- to name a few. He rebuilt his entire room to keep everything running and even had Melone help him set up timers for lighting and temperature control. Pesci will cry if you somehow made the pH level off by 1 or did not care for his animals properly when he’s away. He’ll even lecture you about bad tank setup. He's a prominent member of the aquarium  community in Italy and will regularly redecorate each tank to suit the year and mood. This is where he’s spending his cut on the 20 million lira job: caring for his mini aquarium room. He occasionally gives away his pets’ offsprings for extra money (he doesn’t breed but sometimes he ends up having a ton of baby animals he can’t take care of) and would have been a YouTuber for his fish content. Now that I think about it, Pesci reminds me of my mutual @nexter2nd. Please go follow them.

Melone has a Holland Lop bunny and you cannot change my mind. He actually had a pet bunny growing up, another Holland Lop named Echo and Grep, and his current one is named Sudo; all three are named after UNIX commands. He has a large dog crate he diy-ed to be a roomy enclosure in his room for her that he cleans frequently but also allows Sudo free reign of the room when she wants to go out. Because of his job, he makes sure all his wires are covered so his bunny isn't tempted to chew them and watches his bunny diligently whenever she roams around. Easter time is when the denim jacket, pastel bows, and flower crowns come out and Melone makes sure to take a lot of photos. He also housetrained his bunny and taught her a few tricks, similar to how he trained Echo and Grep years ago. Sudo is spoiled in terms of getting a lot of pets, new toys, and feasts on the finest veggies and delicious hay. Melone also makes sure the first thing he teaches his Juniors is to not harm the bunny. Surprisingly, he's against breeding Sudo and has her neutered. This is mainly because he doesn't have the time to breed and raise more bunnies but also he hates the idea of selling the grown bunnies off afterward. 

You know that Formaggio has a cat: the little Russian Blue cat named Sweetie Baby. Sweetie Baby was a kitten that he found outside his home. The little thing was the sole survivor of its litter and nearly starving to death, so he took her in thinking he will bring her to the shelter when she recovers; that cat now lets him live in HER apartment rent-free. Despite feeding her cheap dry food and constantly shoving her into bottles, he treats her like a queen otherwise. He will dress her up in little outfits (much to her annoyance) and often would be too aggressively affectionate towards her. Still, there are moments where she would cuddle with him during the later nights and allow him to put on one iced-out bow he just spent a quarter of his paycheck on. Walking to his apartment and even the backdoor of La Squadra’s HQ means carefully walking through the stray cats mewling at your feet, because Formaggio will feed any cat he sees. Initially, Risotto wanted the cats gone, but then he finds out the cats doubled as security when he watched some robber attempting to break in but getting their eyes scratched off instead.

[occasionalsnippets]

Escapism AU (Y/n) & Passione

This is mostly about mc’s interactions with the gang including a bit of La Squadra and Unita Speciale. I’ll probably add more as I think.

Bucciarati’s Gang 

Mc crashes at their house from time to time even though she has her own apartment

This either because she wants to sleep over for fun

Or because she’s finished a mission and their house is closer

Sometimes she shows up at 2 AM and just passes out on their couch

It happens more often than it should

Bruno eventually gives her a copy of the key

She steals food from the fridge too but makes up for it by buying groceries

They leave a toothbrush and cup for her in one of the bathrooms since she comes over so much

Before everyone was recuited, there were extra bedrooms in the house that weren’t being used

They left a guest room for mc but she doesn’t use it all the time, opting to pass out on the couch first

Either Bruno or Abbacchio usually brings her to her room though Abbacchio would never admit to it

Mista draws on her face with marker sometimes but leaves her on the couch most of the time. He can’t ruin her cute face all the time

Narancia cuddles with her on the couch or join Mista in doodling

Fugo leaves her on the couch but gets a blanket and readjusts her position if it’s uncomfortable

However, after Mista got recruited, mc gave up her room so Mista didn’t have to room with anyone

Now, she just sleeps on the couch or whoever’s okay with her borrowing their bed

She has tried several times to get them to wear normal clothes outside (they dressed perfectly normally before joining the mafia!) and only about half those times did it actually work

Mc is strong enough carry everyone in the group bridal style

The only ones who gets particularly mouthy when she does is Abbacchio and Mista but only because Mista wants to carry her too

She joins Fugo, Narancia and Mista in doing stupid things but it’s fun

She knows the torture dance

Mc isn’t technically a part of their team but they consider her to be because of how often she stays over and tags along for missions

She doesn’t expect anyone to really like her the way they do despite how obvious their feelings are

Part of it is because she isn’t supposed to be in this universe in the first place, that she’s an outsider of sorts. She’s here to make sure they don’t die

The other part of it is the guilt of leaving them to die in the first timeline. She feels like she doesn’t deserve how highly they think of her because of how readily she was to let fate run it’s course the first time around, even if they don’t remember it

She’s sooner die then let any of them do the same

Giorno

Mc meets Giorno before he’s recruited into the gang since she does go to the same school as him even though she doesn’t really show up to classes that often

She’s about 2 years older than Giorno

They became friends prior to his hair turning blond and she almost didn’t recognize him but his eyes are rather distinctive

When it did turn blond, mc got a vaguely panicked call in the morning from him saying his hair turned blond for some reason

She’s the first person to braid his hair with the needlessly extra loop at the end after it turned blond

She wasn’t sure how the donuts worked but the next time she saw him he had the signature donut hair so she guessed he figured out how to do it

It becomes routine for her to braid Giorno’s hair when she notices it’s undone

She gave him a crash course on stands when he found out she had one

They spend a lot of time in libraries

Mc insists on paying for food when they get lunch together though Giorno always refuses

I feel like Giorno lowkey craves intimacy?

Mc calls him “GioGio” sometimes

Trish

Hmmmmm, gay

I really like Trish hence why she’s included in the harem

Out of everyone in the gang guarding her, she’s the closest with mc since they’re both girls which is also why Bruno assigns mc to her the most often

Convenient for Trish since it means more time to flirt

Unfortunately, mc does fall under the “are we just being nice to each other or are we flirting” when Trish is just about ready to ask for her hand in marriage

She’s flirting, no doubt

Trish lets mc rest her head on her thighs which mc can confirm is very comfortable

Trish is one of the two people she trusts to do her make up, the other one being Abbacchio

You know that picture where there’s one girl sitting on the other girl doing her makeup

That’s basically Trish and mc

Post-Vento Aureo, they stay in contact and remain good friends as Trish pursues a career as a singer

Narancia

Mc joined Fugo on that walk where they found Narancia in the alleyway so she’s partially responsible for him joining the mafia

They bring him to Libecco where Bruno is and he gets food before going to the hospital to get his eye treated like in canon

She goes shopping with him after he’s out of the hospital

They get normal clothes but the next she sees him, he’s wearing his canon outfit and she wonders why she even bothered with his fashion sense in the first place

She’s the one who buys him his bandana that he wears in his canon outfit

They’re pretty cute together actually

She calls him “Nara” 

While she isn’t available all the time to help Fugo tutor him, when she is around, she tries her best to help

They listen to music together and mc ends up reccomending a lot though some songs haven’t come out yet so she’s only able to play them on her phone

“If I run and jump at (Y/n), she’ll definately catch me!” “Wait, I’m holding a mug-” *Drops the mug and catches Narancia*

Hugs with Narancia often end with his face buried in the crook of her neck

Fugo

Probably the one mc goes with on missions the most

Part of it is because they’re the closest in age prior to everyone else joining, another part is due to mc’s nullifying ability effectively making her immune to Purple Haze’s virus

Mc be like “if I got infected with purple haze’s virus, I would simply become immune. rip to everyone else but I’m different.”

Still, Fugo is still very cautious when it comes to pulling out Purple Haze

Fugo buys her lavender hand lotion once and she decided she liked it so she continued to use it

He sorta associates lavender with mc

Mc buys him strawberry earrings. Sometimes she spontaneously buys stuff that reminds her of him

Fugo isn’t particularily fond of contact (backstory trauma) so mc tries to keep it to a minimum unless he gives an okay

Probably a few missions together where mc saves him, they’re walking down a street together and he just slips his hand into hers

Asadlskjh, I want them to hold hands

When she’s doing school assignments over at the Bucci house, Fugo helps her look over and proofread them despite the fact she has access to the internet through her phone and can search stuff literally from the future (not that he knows). She appreciates the input

I think that after Fugo leaves the group during Vento Aureo, I would like to bring him back somehow before the end of Vento Aureo

Abbacchio

He didn’t like mc at first, no surprises here, but after they went on a few missions together where she saved his life, he begrudgingly opened up

She reminds him of his dead partner due to how reckless she is in saving people

She an idiot but she’s his idiot

He’s likely one of the most worried when she gets hurt since he doesn’t want to lose another person who died protecting him

Abbacchio does come off as very tsundere seeing how prickly he is to everyone except Bruno but everyone except for mc notices that he isn’t that prickly to her either

Mc doesn’t expect him to like her to any degree so whenever anyone points out that he’s nicer to her, she’s like “what?”

They have late night talks a lot

Abbacchio stays up late drinking and mc doesn’t sleep consistently enough

Sometimes they go up to the roof of the house to talk

She has fallen alseep on him multiple times. His tiddies make great pillows. 

Generally, she’s got her head resting on his tiddies, one arm hanging over his body, the other spawled out somewhere. He keeps one arm around her head and the other around her waist

Bruno

Mc with Bruno is oddly domestic?

she helps around the house, buying groceries, helping out in the kitchen and cleaning from time to time

Bruno appreciates it a lot

If Abbacchio and mc have late night talks, Bruno and her have early morning talks when everyone else is asleep and the sun is just barely rising

Bruno keeps telling her it isn’t healthy to sleep only 3 hours so he convinces her to fall asleep for a few more hours

He spoils her a lot and brings her to cafes

Bruno is one of the last people she would expect to like her more than a friend due to the “bruno’s a mom” memes and he’s nice to everyone (almost everyone, excluding ememies), there’s no way he would like her more

Sure, he kisses the crown of her head and the back of her hand from time to time and they cook together

But they’re just good friends, right?

He frequently lectures her on being more careful and not being so reckless

Mista

They discuss weird stuff a lot

The combination of mc’s general knowledge of random things due to the internet and Mista’s bad timing when bringing up topics leads to interesting conversations

Like, your tongue never sits comfortably in your mouth, your skeleton is wet, are you inside your skeleton or is your skeleton inside you?

Mc is always in a constant state of worry when he’s on a mission because his bullets always end up in his own body something

The only reason he isn’t dead yet is because his dumb*ss aura surrounds him

Mc qualifies as a cute girl 11/10

He flirts with her casually and the pistols tell her his thought even when he doesn’t want them to but she never seems to notice

“You’ve been flirting with me?” “Have been for the last year, thanks for noticing.”

Mc gets Mista a gun holster after the events of Vento Aureo because he really shouldn’t be tucking his gun in his pants like that

If someone was really angry, they could lean over and shoot his d*ck off

La Squadra

I sorta debated whether la squadra should be a part of the harem or not but I think mostly no

That’s because I don’t really have an age range for them but Risotto’s like 28 and big age gaps are creepy. So, I guess for some of the la squadra members, it’s up to interpretation whether it’s romantic or platonic. I’m inclined towards platonic though

I’m not sure if I want to save Sorbet and Gelato yet

Mc, of course, goes along for missions as she’s ordered to

La squadra is so broke. Why doesn’t Diavolo pay them more? They literally kill people for their job

Mc doesn’t crash at their house very often but she stops by to hang out and drop off food

She buys them groceries when she notices their fridge is super empty. She doesn’t need them to pay her back (her paycheck is suprisingly big), but they should stop eating takeout all the time

She usually calls Risotto to ask if there’s anything specific they want

She’s rather fond of Pesci. They go fishing together when they have time

Illuso and mc are gossip buddies

Melone gets kink shamed during missions

Ghiaccio and mc have gone ice skating together before

I don’t really have anything else for the others... I’ll think about it

When Vento Aureo begins, mc is trying to save them though she isn’t directly working with them

La Unita Speciale

These are pretty random

Tizano and Squalo are gay, mc was there when they proposed to each other

Mc gets ordered to buy food when they have meetings though it’s pretty rare

When she does show up to drop off food, it’s a constant feeling of “let me leave quicker please” because Cioccolata is freaky

She thinks she runs into Doppio way too often when she’s doing missions

The only good thing about it is that Doppio is pretty nice when Diavolo isn’t kicking about. On one hand, Doppio=nice, on the other Doppio=Diavolo

Mc feeds Secco sugar cubes when Cioccolata isn’t looking

She would not trust Cioccolata to patch up any of her wounds, he’s likely to dissect her

Mc gets missions through calls and emails but sometimes Doppio’s around to tell her what they are 

[theladysexpistol]

Hi! I love your writing and I’m wondering if you could do a one shot of Risotto wakeing up from a one night stand with s/o in bed. And you know the phrase every action has a consequence? Could the consequence be s/o pregnant?

I started this one super early because I was really intrigued by the concept and actually have not really written Ris like... ever

Again tried to make it suggestive and sexy like the Mista one where reader shaves his face, idk how successful I was 😬

This is probably the closest to smut I’ve had on my blog, so reader discretion advised!!

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As the leader of Passione’s elusive La Squadra di Esecuzione, Risotto didn’t have time for relationships. Every single one he had tried had gone up in smoke. His work was more important to him than anything else, his team more important than anyone who could come along. Though he, like most but perhaps not all men, desired a sexual partner from time to time. He didn’t go to Passione parties often. But he went to this particular one.

You weren’t of much note in Passione, if you were being honest with yourself. A member of a team under Polpo’s jurisdiction, but you weren’t even the leader. You were a grunt - expendable, but vital to the gears that kept Passione churning money. You spent most of your days in the casinos of Milan, using your good looks to slip past the defenses of even the richest, most cautious members of Italian society, and wringing them for every penny they owed the mafia. It was work that consumed much of your life, and most relationships were out of the question when the men you dated learned you used your body for such a job. You weren’t usually needed or invited to parties hosted by Passione capos. But you were invited to this one.

The taste of expensive champagne was still on Risotto’s lips when he woke up. Lifting himself up onto his elbows, he glanced down to find he was naked. He gave a deep groan and reached to the top of his head, and could feel that his platinum hair was more messed up than a normal restless night of sleep warranted. He was in a bedroom he didn’t recognize. Upon hearing a soft breath, feeling it dust across his bicep, he glanced down at who he presumed was the owner of the apartment he found himself in.

When his eyes fell on you, the gaps in his memory slowly filled themselves in. He’d been bored as hell at the party the night before, and looking for an excuse to leave. It seems the two of you had migrated toward the same corner, you in order to avoid the drunk street thugs who thought they had a shot in hell with you, and him to avoid talking to anyone who wasn’t worth his time (which was most of Passione, he was quickly learning). Everyone else at the party was boring to him; but his eyes caught a glimpse of the beautiful skin exposed by your backless black dress, the way the straps crossed over your shoulder muscles reminded him of his preferred everyday look, as opposed to the restrictive suit he had begrudgingly put on. It was like you were purposely trying to draw his attention, and the thought of bruising up that flawless skin with his mouth turned him on in a way he hadn’t lusted after someone in a long time.

You had heard stories about the hitman team’s leader, but not a single one effectively communicated the experience of seeing him in person. Risotto was a hulking man, with an intense gaze that was only accentuated by his tattooed black sclera. Intimidating men didn’t scare you; they tried. But there was a strange sense of fear that struck you when those eyes looked over you. Like a predator hunting it’s prey, and it stirred a sick arousal from within you.

Flashes of words exchanged gave way to the sensation of his fingertips brushing over your bare skin. He lifted up one of the straps across your back and snapped it, reveling in the way it made you jump. He saw that fear and arousal in your eyes, and Risotto calmly responded by suggesting he bend you over the hors d'oeuvres table and take you there.

When his lips met your neck, you had honestly wanted him to do it.

Instead, you both went with the better option; ditching the rest of the party altogether.

He didn’t even know your name, and yet the two of you had gone for so long into the night, body to body, his cock sheathed all the way between your folds. The shape of your body, the way he could get such delicate sounds from you simply with his touch, the dirty things he whispered against you in that deep, baritone voice of his; Risotto played you as easily as a musician did their chosen instrument. The experience was unlike any other man you had ever gotten under, and you weren’t quite sure if you could ever go back. By the time you finished, you couldn’t count how many times he had brought you to climax, blinking back the stars that filled your vision when he’d released inside you. You were still dripping with his semen when the two of you had fallen asleep.

For a one-night stand, Risotto had been very careful and considerate of moving your body after the way he’d just fucked you.

That was how he found himself now, sitting up in your bed, under your sheets, next to you and watching you sleep. He’d made plenty of bad decisions before in his life, but this didn’t feel like one. There was a very good chance the two of you would never cross paths again; or maybe if you did, you’d enjoy a part two to this little escapade.

When you woke up, Risotto was still watching you with those dark, dark eyes of his. You’d barely blinked the sleep out of your eyes and muttered a good morning to the stranger in your bed when you were suddenly caged in again, staring up at the intense eyes of Risotto Nero once again. There was a hunger in them that you recognized.

“That’s certainly one way to wake up,” you teased him, enjoying the way his lips curled into a grin.

“You’re just so goddamn beautiful, I don’t think I can help it,” he growled, leaning down and wrapping his mouth around the exposed nipple of your breast.

Forget waiting for a part two. Why wait when you could continue where you left off last night the next morning?

~~~

“The boss has something on you.”

Those were the words of the goon that Risotto had forced to fix the burned picture of Venezia for him, moments after Risotto had created needles that buried out of the right side of his face, bloody and screaming in pain. He’d lost five members of his team, only hearing of Melone’s death some half an hour earlier when he sent Ghiaccio the restored picture. Almost all their hopes were riding on Ghiaccio’s ability to seize the girl - or whatever it was that the picture was telling them to look for at the gates.

Naturally a man with little patience, Risotto had sliced off his arm in response with a knife protruding from the man’s elbow.

“And do tell me,” he leaned in close, cold fury in his voice like the mafia capo he was. “What exactly is this weakness that I’m apparently unaware of?”

That was how he found himself barging into an abandoned apartment at 2am. Ghiaccio had been killed. He was all that was left of the hitman team. All their dreams, their desires to remove the boss for Sorbet and Gelato, it all rested on his shoulders.

All the more reason that he had to find whatever this was the boss apparently had over him, and snuff it out first.

There had clearly been a struggle here. Risotto didn’t understand; he didn’t have connections. His blood ran cold when he found a picture frame on the kitchen counter, smashed like it had been thrown and he recognized you. That beautiful stranger he’d slept with so many nights ago; but he still never learned your name, and as disappointed as he was the boss was using an innocent member of his own mafia as a hostage reminded Risotto just how sick and twisted his enemy was.

In the living room though, he found it. He found his weakness.

There were pictures of you, your family, but most importantly a little boy was in much of them. While he had the same shape as you, Risotto recognized the platinum hair and the crimson eyes on the boy. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind.

He’d had a son, who he didn’t even know about.

Risotto couldn’t help but shut down for a moment, any thoughts about revenge, about his team leaving his head. He’d had a son. Why hadn’t you told him? He was a Passione capo, and while he certainly didn’t get as much money as gambling or drugs did, he still could have given you a comfortable life. A life where he would’ve hid you and your son - his son - long before the boss‘ agents find you.

Instead he finds pictures of you working in a diner, presumably having left the mafia life to raise the child that had been his fault. He finds your apartment missing both of you. Risotto is overcome with not a sense of fatherhood, or duty to someone he met and spent a night with, but a sense of responsibility. He’s the reason that scum of the earth had taken an innocent infant boy hostage.

Risotto headed to Sardegna with more than vengeance on his mind. He’s going to find you or he’s going to kill the boss of Passione, whichever comes first.

[moody-bloosh]

this is for @just-1margaret​ who won my giveaway last may! im so sorry it took me this long to get done but here is your la squadra wholesomeness on a day off at the beach ; ) 

The past few months have certainly been difficult to say the least. Being generally unappreciated at your insanely dangerous job, doing said difficult work with little pay, regardless, you supposed that it was good that the Consigliere finally realized that it might not be a good idea to alienate the branch of the Famiglia that literally kills people for money. 

So it came to pass that on a certain fateful day, Risotto has you all gather together in the hideout. There’s a long tense silence as you all gather together. As always, Sorbet and Gelato are tangled on the couch together. Illuso pokes out of the mirror, a bored look in his eyes that quickly turns smug as soon as he catches you looking at him. Prosciutto looks disaffected as he lounges on the couch, smoking a cigar. Pesci tries to follow after his mentor’s calm demeanor but fails miserably, a sight to see considering he was sitting between Prosciutto and Formaggio who was lounging on the couch with an easy smile on his lips. Ghiaccio and Melone sit together, tapping on their computers, probably catching up on some last minute work, they whisper to each other about what they think is going on. 

You sit beside them, chewing some gum, trying to look calm though your heart hammers in your chest. Why did Risotto call you all here, right now? Was there something wrong? 

After a long moment, Risotto decides that you’ve all settled down and he brings out a manila folder. That simple action is enough to shatter the easy atmosphere. 

“The Consigliere has sent something,” Risotto says grimly. 

Everyone sits still with bated breath as Risotto opens the folder. He reads the contents of the letter inside of it for a long moment and then he pulls out what looks like a fan of tickets. 

“They wish for us to rest,” he says with a strangely calm voice. 

There’s another long moment of silence in the group that’s broken by Pesci. 

“Do they mean for us to rest permanently or...?” 

And then, it’s chaos. 

“Are they serious?!” 

“Who do they think we are?” 

“What beach are we talking about?”

The question that spurs the rest of your squad into silence comes from Formaggio. There’s a lazy grin on his face as he looks over the indignant and shocked faces of the other members. There’s dead silence as your group turns to look at Risotto, who plops the sheaf of tickets to the group.

“Well…” Gelato hums, “about damn time I say.”

“What about the money?” Sorbet asks, “they gonna start paying us properly or are we still gonna get the scraps?”

For the first time in a long while, Risotto smiles, his dimples evident as he sets down the folder.

“How sure are we this isn’t a trap?” Ghiaccio hisses out, “they think they can just buy us out like this?”

“The Consigliere is a good man,” Prosciutto comments, his only word on the matter, “the only man with sense by the boss’s side, at least.”

“As promised then,” Risotto says, “we go on this trip, consider it … team building.”

That is your capo’s last words on the matter and thus, it allows your teammates to pass through the day with excited chattering, packing for the beach trip. As you settle down in your room to pack for the beach trip. You wonder if maybe this is a sign that things are starting to look up for your team.

All expenses have been shouldered by the Consigliere, who after his assignment from the boss has taken it upon himself to mend fences with your squad. It’s a rather surprising move on his part considering how the boss had openly neglected your squad. There’s still the undercurrent of distrust among some of the other members who still believe this trip to be a trap, at least until the Consigliere himself appears, greeting your group with a smile on his face.

The Consigliere is an old man, his hair in various shades of graying, his face lined with age. Beside him, a boy with pink hair and a strange sweater. He shakes your capo’s hands and after a little exchange of words, drives you up to the villa where your team will be staying at. He chatters pleasantly about his hopes for better relations with your gang, words that would ordinarily ring hollow for you but … for some reason bring you something akin to hope. It’s a feeling you haven’t felt in a while, but you’re glad for it.

On your group’s first outing to the beach, Risotto stays put, insisting for the rest of you to have fun. He dong a pair of black swimming trunks and a loose black polo that he keeps unbuttoned. he stays in the shade, reading some books and keeping his peculiar eyes hidden with a pair of shades. He’s the talk of the beach, you poke around, staying back with him for a while as you watch the other members of your gang play around the beach.

“I’ll be fine,” he assures you, “I’m not one to play in the water. You can have fun.”

He gives you a carefree smile as he nudges you along. Hesitantly, you do as he asks. Occassionally, Prosciutto will swap out with him so he can get himself some ice cream. He’s always stopped by women, asking for pictures of which he will politely decline. It’s not good for a hitman to have pictures taken after all. Sometimes, you do manage to catch him, comforting a lost child, directing them to the proper services.

Of all of you, Pesci has the most fun, he sits by the docks happily fishing with Beach Boy. You stop by for a minute, playing with the bait, watching him fish. He seems to have amassed a little ocean in his pail, along with some other fish in the cooler.

“You plan on fishing up the whole ocean, Pesci?” You tease good-naturedly.

“I’ll put them back,” he replies cheerfully, a boyish grin on his face as he continues fishing. “I just wanted to catch a few bigger ones, f-for dinner tonight, big bro said if I caught nice ones, he’d cut them up for dinner.”

You blink in surprise, “Prosciutto’s cooking dinner?”

“Yeah!”

You purse your lips as you watch the glittering waves, “he must be … in a really good mood, then.”

After you hang out with Pesci for a little while, you walk by the shore, noticing Ghiaccio who’s been building a sand castle. He grumbles as he builds and it’s only then that you notice a droopy part to the surprisingly well built sand sculpture. He notices you approach and as if to preemptively shut down any ideas you may have about knocking down his castle he growls at you.

“If you plan on ruining this castle any more than Illuso has, I swear to God, witnesses be damned, I’m going to kill you!”

You laugh at that, unable to help yourself. It was just … a little cute to see him, carefully poring over every little detail of his sand castle, his curls sticking everywhere.

“Chill,” you say, a little smirk on your face as the irony of your little joke is not lost on you, “I just wanted to ask if you need help.”

Taking a seat beside him and a safe distance away from his sand castle you are able to marvel at his work. You suppose that it would have been prettier had it not been destroyed on one side. But even so, it was gorgeous, it shocks you a little bit to see just how detailed Ghiaccio had managed to be. You couldn’t believe it was made of sand.

“You’re … weirdly good at stuff like this,” you praise.

Ghiaccio grumbles but you do see a light blush dusting his face, as always, he was terrible at receiving compliments. He never knew what to do when he got them. Even his ears started to turn a little bit red.

“I-if you want to help, just don’t get in my way,” he grumbles. “I don’t want you ruining anything.”

You pout as you continue to watch him build and then you stand up, “I’m kinda thirsty, want me to get you anything?”

Ghiaccio mulls it over for a moment, pausing as he rebuilds a turret, “soda sounds good.”

“Alright, I’ll get you one, anything else?” You pat the sand off yourself as you address him.

“No… Thanks, _____.”

You smile a little as you walk up to the nearby beachside store selling some cool treats. Yeah, today seemed like a really good day, you thought to yourself as you walked. On your way, you catch a glimpse of Formaggio and Melone trying to pick up some tourists. you cringe internally as you hear their attempts at flirting.

“Now, I’m not a photographer, sweetheart.” Formaggio croons, his voice smooth as butter and as sweet as honey. “But I can picture me and you together.”

“What’s your zodiac sign then?” Melone asks excitedly, getting too close in a tourist’s personal space, “come now, no need to be shy. I need to know! You have excellent hips, perfect for a mother to – hey! Why are you running?!”

Something akin to secondhand embarrassment blooms in the pit of your belly and you make your way to the store, trying to look as though you have no idea who Formaggio and Melone are. Thankfully, your gambit seems to work as you manage to get into the shop with not much difficulty and purchase the cold drinks. Though as you walk back to Ghiaccio, you wonder where Illuso might be. You hadn’t seen him all day after all. 

Illuso spends the day in his mirror world, happily relaxing with no large crowds to be bothered about and no annoying teammates to pester him. It’s heaven, at least for him. And it’s the only place where Ghiaccio couldn’t try to kill him after he ruined his sandcastle. Illuso is smug as he relaxes. It was the perfect day to relax. 

You have dinner on the beach as well, Prosciutto taking it upon himself to gut and grill the fish Pesci has caught. You find yourself enraptured as he prepares the food. Though upon seeing you gape at him, he quickly tasks you with preparing the food instead. You sit beside him, chopping up some veggies that he told you he was going to grill while Risotto returns after some time with Ghiaccio in tow, having managed to gather some firewood for a bonfire. 

With your coaxing, and Risotto’s assurance that no blood would be shed, Illuso is quickly coaxed out of the mirror - finally able to join your group again for a pleasant dinner. 

“You didn’t have to hide all day Lulu,” you teased, “I��d protect you.” 

Illuso scoffed at that, flicking your forehead and grabbing some grilled fish. You smile warmly as you settle by your teammates. Sorbet and Gelato finally make their way back to your group - sure their hair is a little mussed up and you definitely notice some hickeys but you play dumb. With good food, refreshing drinks, and funny stories to exchange by the warm bonfire, you find yourself feeling something you haven’t felt in a long time since you’ve joined Passione. 

Contentment. Completion... 

Such cherishjed moments and days like these, you hoped they would continue. 

[wri0thesley]

number 11 with Melone?

“So…do you want your underwear back?”

warnings for: obsessive behaviour, stalking. neutral reader and pronouns although reader DOES wear sexy underwear. 

It's the third pair of underwear that's gone missing this week - and you really liked this pair, dammit! You're tired of going out to the cheapest clothes store you can get to with a shit assassin's wage (what kind of asshole pays their assassins this badly? Your boss, apparently), and having to choose ugly pieces that are on sale and not at all your personal style.

And, unfortunately, you know exactly what's happening to them.

You avoid Melone as much as possible. The rest of the team have not been at all coy about telling you you're doing the right thing; making vague references about how Melone treats possible lovers, or about how he can't be trusted, or about how he's just creepy. You've never been assigned to work with him on a mission - by all accounts, Melone works well alone, and Risotto is glad of that. But this is getting ridiculous.

You know it's none of the other guys. For one thing, they don't seem the type - and for another, most of them have shrugged and admitted they're keeping lovers on the side in safehouses and the like. Trying to keep their loved ones safe in the only ways they can. But Melone . . .

Well.

He's got nobody to come home to, if the boys in the squad are right. And from the hungry way he's always looking at you, eyes travelling the length of your body, hunger radiating off every lithe, panther-like inch of him, he's not particularly interested in keeping a lover off-base. He wants his lover somewhere a little closer to home.

It's not that he isn't handsome - he is handsome. It's just that he's so . . . intense. His eyes focused on you, gloved fingers flying over keyboard keys, low hum of acknowledgement in the back of his throat when somebody speaks to him. Utter focus. The cold, clinical way you've heard him talk about both his marks and his Baby Face mothers. Something about him just gives you shivers and shakes. Sorbet and Gelato are terrifying, sure, but they're terrifying in a way where you know what you're getting if you get on their bad side. Melone seems like he could snap at any moment.

You're not doing any good pontificating. You get up from your bed, slamming the drawer shut - your favourite pair of pale blue satin underwear with lacy rose appliques isn't going to retrieve itself from Melone's room on its own, you guess - and neither are all of the other nice pairs you've had to replace with sale rack rejects in leopard print and hot pink. You're sure Melone would appreciate them - he seems like the kind of guy who'd appreciate that kind of performance - but they're not very you.

You try and be quiet as you pad along the hallway. Melone's out on a mark, so you know he's not going to be around to catch you (the schedules of La Squadra members are easy to pick up on if you listen, or if you sweet-talk Illuso and bring him some of that hair conditioner he likes), but you still don't want anyone reporting back to Melone that you've been snooping about his room. Ugh. You wrinkle your nose, stopping outside his door. You can't believe you're going to go in there out of choice.

You hope it's not going to be like a weird fetish porn studio. You can barely look at the way Melone dresses without flushing red - most of La Squadra dress like they're in an erotic movie, but Melone is the utter worst for it. You pause, and take a deep breath. Alright. You can do this.

You push his door open--

And it's normal.

A perfectly ordinary, serviceable bedroom, much like how yours had looked when you'd first moved into the hideout. Yours is possibly a little more lived-in - you have nice coloured blankets and knick-knacks. Melone's bedroom is bare; a laptop on his desk, some biology and astrology books on a shelf, a tarot deck (you shouldn't be surprised about it, based on how much store he puts in where the planets where on nights people were born) - one decorative throw pillow. It's almost sad, how quickly Melone could probably pack his things up and just leave the squad entirely.

You almost feel bad for him, before you remember why it is you're in his room in the first place.

You're pretty sure Melone is stealing your underwear. Your used underwear, to make it even worse! Right out of your laundry hamper! (Melone, coincidentally, doesn't seem to have a laundry hamper. You wonder if his wardrobe is just full of the exact same suit and snort to yourself before you lean down by his bed and open a drawer).

Boring clothes. Civvies; plain shirts and jeans, that Melone almost never wears because his stand means he can work remotely. Clicking your tongue, you rifle through them - and your fingers catch on a hard edge. You push the fabric to one side and pull out . . . a photo album?

Is he secretly soft-hearted? Sentimental in private? There's a small smile on your face as you flick open the photo album, that falters when you realise the polaroids slipped within the clear casings all have one thing in common.

All of them are of you.

You, smiling as you talk to Formaggio. Your head thrown back in laughter on the sofa downstairs in the living room. Concentrating on a mark on a mission you'd been sent on with Prosciutto - your face falls as you rifle through them.

Not just you as a member of La Squadra. 

You as a civilian. 

A picture of you before you'd gotten caught up in this business. A picture of you and your family. Your graduating class--

Your heart begins to beat hard in your chest, as you drop the photo album and wrench open the second drawer.

A half-empty bottle of your perfume, that you thought you'd accidentally thrown away. Post, addressed to your old apartment before you'd moved in here. A napkin with a kiss mark pressed against it, lipstick in a colour you haven't worn for over a year.

Your guts feel like they're dropping through the floor as your shaking hands pull open the bottom drawer. This time, Melone's made no attempt to hide things from you.

Your underwear, neatly laid out beside one another, gussets showing. They're stained with something you know isn't from you. A sex toy that you'd bought and only used once because Pesci had knocked on your door whilst you were using it to check you were okay, and you'd bundled it away in your own bottom drawer so you didn't have to look at it and remember the sheer embarrassment of Pesci maybe overhearing you touching yourself--

Three more polaroids. You, undressing in the shower, bent over to fold your clothes. You, hands buried inside your shorts on your bed. You, getting dressed in a morning, bare in the light filtering through the curtains--

Your face burns at how open and vulnerable your naked body is in them. 

How did he get these?

Your hands are shaking, your mouth dry. You want to take your underwear back, but also - what might Melone do if he finds out you've found his creepy little shrine?

"Enjoying yourself?"

The voice is soft, the cadences gentle - but you still start, falling to one side, your head turning to stare at Melone through wide, frightened deer in the headlight eyes. He sees the fear on your face and smiles, cold and clinical, and you wonder if perhaps he's just going to kill you right here. He shrugs his elegant shoulders.

"I've been watching you for a while," he says, unhurried as he crosses the room, kneeling beside you on the floor like you aren't trembling viciously. He drags a gloved finger over your face in one of the polaroids, his small smile not faltering for a moment. "I had to bide my time, didn't I? But once you find such a perfect match, you don't want to let them go so easily . . ."

"Y-you're sick," you manage to spit out, heart beating like a drum. Melone tips his head to one side, considering.

"Healthy as a horse," he says, after a moment. He winks at you. "Hung like one too, if you want to find out."

Your fingers cling at his stupid, plain, characterless bedspread as you pull yourself onto your shaking legs.

"I'll tell Risotto," you whisper, your heart seizing in your chest. Your voice is coming out so dry.

"And who do you think he'd prefer to lose, cara?"  Melone says. He doesn't sound mean, or patronising, or smug - he sounds like it's a fact of life. "The new recruit, or me? Someone who's never failed on a mission? Who doesn't need a babysitter on jobs?"

"I--" your voice peters away. He's right.

"Besides," he says, motioning at the array of items he's collected. "Do you think I got these myself? Do you think nobody noticed? You're not the only one who can bribe Illuso with hair care products, you know." That same curious, simple smile on his face, he continues; "We share the same favourite brand."

"I . . . This is . . ."

Melone reaches over and he touches your face, griping your cheekbone in his fingers so you can't pull away. Your flesh feels like angry fire every place he skims, sickness rolling in your stomach.

"Oh, you're so pretty," he says, sing-song tone leaking into his voice. "You're going to be so perfect, tesoro."

The spell breaks, and you wrench yourself away. Fuck your underwear. Fuck all of your stuff. You stumble away from him, across the room, heading out of his door on unsteady legs that are at least managing to be fast. You hear Melone's voice, an echoing laugh as you head towards your own room to pack immediately and get the fuck out of here--

"So I'll take it you don't want your underwear back?"

[headoverjojo]

Aaah La Squandra with a Witch S/o please! One with all the spells, potions/cauldrons and familiar. It would be also funny to think of their reactions XD

Hi there darling! Ooooh it was so fun to write those hcs while I was doing the usual HP marathon :,) (And yes, you said please and I’m grateful, thank you :3) Soooo, here we go! I apologise for possible mistakes here and there, I’m too tired to revise now, unfortunately, but I hope to be able to do it soon! And I hope you’ll like my answer :3

La Squadra di Esecuzione with a witch s/o

(Under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

Risotto was enchanted by his s/o’s energy. When he was with her, he always felt a sort of thrill, like sparkles. It made him feel… alive. He always craved to be with her, to talk with her, spending his time with her… she was so knowledgeable! She was the only one he liked to talk to for more than few minutes. She had such a peculiar view of the world, it was so refreshing… she saw magic in everything, from a gust of wind to a starry night. His world had always been full of darkness, gloom and regret; his s/o slowly started to make him to see the world in another way, in a more positive way. And she always took care of him! She always claimed she preferred herbal infusions to meds, and she loved to prepare herbal mixtures for her boyfriend. He soon noticed that, as he drunk her herbal tea on a daily basis, he was starting to feel less tired, to feel well rested even if he slept just few hours, to feel energetic and lively as he hadn’t do in ages. It almost seemed… magic!

And he was right, even if he found out just after a while, when his s/o finally decided to reveal to him what she was for real. Risotto didn’t find really hard to believe her; all in all, stands exist, so why witches should not? After a first moment of surprise, he grew more and more curious about her witchy life: how was being a witch in the 21th century? She was so glad to show him her real nature! For the first time, she brought him to her home, and he was immediately thrown into her magic world. Her house was almost like he was picturing it: there were dried herbs hanging on wooden beams, candles, thick and old books… on her clothes hanger there was even a pointed hat! In the centre of the “living room”, there was even a boiling cauldron! She explained him what she did, and that she wasn’t an evil witch, of course, but one who liked to help people. She even prepared for him one of her “herbal teas” -he now knew those were potions- to soothe his tiredness, while he was there with her!

Lastly, she made him meet her familiar, a wonderful big black cat with a long and fluffy fur. She was a bit worried, as her familiar was really selective and aggressive with people he didn’t like, but, in the end, she had nothing to worry about. Her familiar loved Risotto! He let Risotto per him, and he purred as he comfortably spread on Risotto’s lap to enjoy his caresses. She was amazed! She never saw her familiar act like this… and she took it as a good omen. Risotto was really her soulmate!

Prosciutto

Prosciutto never believed in magic. He is a practical man, who believes in what he can see. This doesn’t mean he won’t ever believe in magic; after all, stands exist. He can see them, so they exist. If he’ll ever see real magic, then he’ll believe in magic. And, well, with his s/o, he might even start to believe that magic is real. She’s the most incredible person he has ever met; she’s smart, witty, she seems to know things out of this world. Sometimes she even seems to prophesy few events, especially when he’s about to go on a mission - “business trips”,  as he calls them-; every time she told him to be extra cautious and careful, she was right and, thanks to her, he saved his neck more than one time. Even when he came home injured, she prepared for him a couple of herbal balms to apply to his wounds. He liked them; they soothed the pain and it seemed that, thanks to those balms, his wounds healed faster. He didn’t know if it was just an impression or something more… but it did work, and this was enough to make him happy.

He finally found out the truth when his injuries were too much even for her balms. She hastily carried him to her home, to heal him properly. When he finally woke up, he found himself in a real witchy home: there were candles, ancient tomes, herbs, crystals… even a broom in a corner! And, when his girlfriend came in again, with a fuming cup, she explained him everything, even showing him what she could do. With a simple spell, she fixed his ripped jacket under his marvelled eyes. She showed him how she could manipulate the light, and she reassured him: she was a good witch who had just good intentions! He needed a little to absorb everything; his world had been completely changed! Still… he wasn’t angry or scared; he was more… marvelled and curious. When he came to her kitchen, where she was mixing something in a big cauldron, he asked her how she could do that. How did magic work? Where did she learn to use it? There were so many things he wanted to know!

While she was filling him with information, her familiar, a majestic barn owl, flew inside. The owl perched on his witch’s shoulder, staring at Prosciutto with his intense black eyes, as he was studying that peculiar human. She huffed a laugh, petting the owl, and told him to be good with their guest; even if a little weary, the barn owl approached Prosciutto. Just when he was sure that the man wasn’t a treat for his witch, the owl warmed up on him, becoming friendly; now he was sure that man would have been stably part of their life!

Pesci

Pesci was always fascinated by witches, wizards, magic in general. He even bought the first Harry Potter books when they came out, charmed by the magical context. When he shared his passion with his s/o, he was amazed to find in her a fellow enthusiast! She too seemed to have a deep knowledge of magical lore, and she loved to read books about wizards and witches with him, often pointing out few affirmations and fixing them, or laughing at others, saying that it was too absurd even for witches! And, when Pesci asked her how witches actually did a certain thing, she always knew the right answer. However, Pesci never thought she was a real witch; she had an incredible imagination, but witches, wizards, dragons… they didn’t exist in real world. The existence of stands was already weird enough, but, somehow, justified: stands were, all in all, the embodied full potential of a person. But what was magic, then? A more sophisticated form of stands?  Or something else? He often pondered about it, before sleeping, but he never got a real answer until his s/o invited him to her home for the first time.

The moment he entered their home, it was like being thrown into a witchy house. It wasn’t dark or gloomy, but full of colors and light; a lot of weird plants were around, on the various tables and even hanged on the walls. A lot of books were scattered around, and she apologised for her messy house, while she trotted around picking up books and papers. While he was distracted, she whispered a spell, sending the books on their right places on the many bookshelves. However, Pesci turned around in time to see the last couple of books flying on their own to their spots. He couldn’t speak. Just… how?! There weren’t threads, it wasn’t a trick! Could that be… real magic? He had to know. And his s/o, instead of trying to deny or justify what just happened, told him the truth: she was a witch. A real one, you know… spells, potions, pointed hat, flying broom, boiling cauldron and so on. Pesci felt like he was about to pass out. His beloved s/o was a witch! That was amazing, fantastic!! He wanted to know more about her and her world! His genuine enthusiasm made her huff a laugh and sigh in relief. She was so scared to be rejected!

Lastly, he met her familiar, a funny small bat. Seeing that Pesci was a little uncomfortable, she reassured him: her familiar was a fruit bat! And, after few mango slices, he became really affectionate, rubbing his tiny head on Pesci, who was, by now, totally enamored. Her familiar was so cute, just like her!

Formaggio

In Formaggio’s opinion, magic and such were just crap, bullshits that parents invented for their kids to make them fall asleep faster. Formaggio didn’t grow up surrounded by tales before sleeping, magic and books; his childhood was made of violence, empty alcohol bottles and hours spent hiding in the closet, trying to escape his drunk father’s rage. He was the product of his childhood: a pragmatic, disenchanted man who hid himself behind a funny façade. And, being so pragmatic and tied to the real and concrete world, he liked how his s/o, instead, seemed more carefree, more interested into things out of this world: magic, esoterism, spirituality… it wasn’t so bad. Around her, nothing was what it seemed, and it was impossible to get bored; she just seemed to attract weird and unexplainable events that even a pragmatic person like him couldn’t justify! And he found it extremely intriguing. He wanted to know more about it and about his s/o! And he had the chance to do so when he could go to her place for the first time.

It should have been a normal movie night. Usually, they did it in his flat, but, well… Illuso still had to clean it from his last target’s blood, so it wasn’t a good idea to go there. His s/o didn’t hesitate a second, and, instead, invited him to her house. He entered her home, curious, but she wasn’t the one who had opened the door, as her voice was coming from a bit far, maybe from the kitchen. He looked around, and the first thing that hit him was that her house had… spooky vibes. Candles, books, herbs, little gems… everything was scattered around, but, in that mess, Formaggio didn’t feel a sort of caresselness, but it was like everything was right where it should have been. He stopped in his tracks when he eyed a couple of cauldrons, one slightly bigger than the other, on the big table. The ladles were… moving alone. He scurried near, to check if it was some kind of trick, but nothing. The ladles were just common wood ladles and they were moving alone. Now that he paid attention, there were many things that were moving alone. He spotted a book flying to its shelf, crystals were vibing… he understood what was going on, even if he was still baffled. And, when his s/o came in with a owl perched on her shoulder, his thoughts got a confirmation: she was a witch. He wasn’t scared, or horrified, tho. Deep in his heart, he had always known it. He just huffed a laugh, when he saw his s/o’s anxious face, and hugged her tightly, making her sigh in relief. Finding out that his girlfriend was a witch wasn’t surely enough to make him break up with her!

Melone

Even if Melone is a doctor, a scientist, he hasn’t a closed mind. He’s always open to new theories, new researches and, why not, new conception of reality; all in all, stands, which shouldn’t exist, according to science, exist. So why should he ban something from existence because he can’t see it, or because he still doesn’t know it? This part of him makes his s/o glow in happiness. It makes her comfortable enough to talk about what she knows; herbs, stars, spells… Melone never thought she was just making it all up, or that she was crazy. He thought that she believed in those things for real; and he honestly found her knowledge really fascinating. He often mixed his science to her knowledge, sometimes for work, sometimes just for personal researches. She was baffled and delighted by the results. A wonderful union of science and magic… this was the future! It opened up to so many possibilities… After the umpteenth experiment, she decided to finally reveal what she really was. She wasn’t scared or uncertain: she knew that, deep in his heart, he already knew. And that he would have accepted her as who she was, without rejecting her.

She chose to invite him to her home, in order to reveal him her true self. Entering her home, Melone was welcomed by herbs and plants. There were plants everywhere, potted plants, plants in tiny glasses filled with water, plants in big vases… and the aroma of dried herbs filled the air, so fresh and balsamic… her house smelled of clean, of healing herbs. It made him feel… safe, comfortable. He entered her living room, and, on a big round table, he saw a lot of small pewter cauldrons, various vials and glass ladles. His s/o was carefully putting in the nearest cauldron what seemed a sort of chopped root. She smiled at him, when she saw him, and she just said: “Mandragora. It’s really good for healing potions.”. She knew Melone had understood everything the moment he had entered her house. And Melone didn’t complain, he wasn’t shocked or scared or disgusted. He just smiled at her, reaching her side and, with a kiss on her temple, he asked her what kind of potions were boiling in the cauldrons. She was a witch, evidently, and so? She was a good witch, a healer. A sort of doctor, like him. And he loved her, witch or not.

While she was explaining him her potions, an ermine climbed him, perching on his shoulder. His s/o was incredibly surprised: her familiar usually wasn’t so open to people he had never seen… Melone had to be really special! Not that she doubted it. She had always known that her Melone was an incredible person!

Illuso

Thanks to his stand, Illuso always lived between two worlds: the real one, and the world behind the mirror. He, better than anyone else, knew that reality wasn’t just what they could see and touch, but that there was way more, things that humans still couldn’t analyze, things that humans couldn’t comprehend. He had always been fascinated by these things, things that were beyond human perception and, sometimes, knowledge. He met his s/o thanks to this attitude of his, all in all; both were attending a seminar about paranormal events. After the seminary, they kept chatting, and he was so interested to her theories, her thoughts… it seemed like she knew those things for real, like she practiced them every day. It made him incredibly curious… he wanted to go deeper, to know her better. From friends, they became lovers, and he had never felt so blessed. She was everything he would have wanted and way more; with her he could be totally honest, for the first time, even vulnerable… he even revealed her his stand power. His honesty and trust made her feel grateful and honored; she wanted to return them fully, revealing her most precious secret: her true self.

Illuso came to her home through mirrors, like she allowed him to do. His eyes widened when he saw all the candles, the self-moving objects, the spell books… and his girlfriend, busy disinfesting a curtain from small, winged creatures. When she spotted him, she smiled shyly, hoping wholeheartedly not to scare him, or worse. She didn’t have to worry, however: he wasn’t scared or angry, but just genuinely fascinated. He was loving everything: her house, her wand, her spellings… she was a witch. He, who had always searched around for paranormal events and people, had the “paranormal” right at his side. And he was happy to finally see her like who she really was, without masks, without fear. He would have kept her secret to his grave, and, meanwhile, he would have done everything to help her with her… witchy things, as much as he could. She felt tears building up in her eyes when she heard his words; she couldn’t be happier!

After a while, and while he was browsing one of her book, a big crow, the blackest crow he had ever seen, perched on his shoulder, cawing. He turned to it, curious, meeting the crow’s black, intelligent eyes. She came with a couple of mugs, surprised to see her familiar on Illuso’s shoulder. And he wasn’t even aggressive… this meant just one thing: her familiar had accepted Illuso in their family!

Ghiaccio

To be honest, Ghiaccio never stopped to think about magic, or if it could exist. He simply didn’t care; he had a job to do, he had to focus totally on it, if he didn’t want to die. If something proved itself to be true and real, then he had no problems in believing in it; he did so with stands. One moment he didn’t believe in their existence, the moment he had obtained a stand he started to believe in them without hesitation. His s/o had to spend with him a good amount of time to understand it once and for all. She wanted to be sure he was more than ready to know her secret… and, meanwhile, she enjoyed her time with him. When he wasn’t angry or nervous, Ghiaccio was a really interesting person, knowledgeable, reliable, precise… she liked it so much. And, as further proof of his sincere love for her, he didn’t get angry at her when she was messy or when she rambled about spells, potions, herbs -fictional things, he thought-, as he would have done, instead, with basically everyone else. This and other factors, in the end, convinced her it was time to tell him her secret. She wanted their relationship to be as more honest as possible, and it couldn’t be so, if she was hiding from him what she truly was!

She straight up said she wanted to talk to him, at her place. Ghiaccio was a bit nervous; first of all, a “We need to talk” wasn’t a good sign, ever. Second, he had never been at her place… so it might be something really good or something really bad. He bought a nice bouquet while he was going to her place, hoping that, in case, those could at least sweeten her and make everything less painful. When he entered her place -he had seen strange places, but hers was the strangest of them all, and not in a negative way-, he immediately prompted her to tell him what she had to say: did she want to broke up with him? She had to tell him immediately! His vehemence startled her, but then she laughed, caressing his cheek and telling him that no, she didn’t want to break up with him. She just wanted to… tell him something and then he should have decided what to do. So, without waiting more, she spilled the truth, while petting a big fluffy cat: she was a witch. And she could prove it! With a simple spell, she turned a book into a tortoise, under Ghiaccio’s incredulous eyes. So… so it was all true… magic was real. And she had proved it… after that, he had no more doubts and he accepted it easily: it was true, he had seen it. And he was glad his s/o decided to be totally sincere with him; it was really meaningful to him!

[ddarker-dreams]

You said that SR can speak, yes? To me, she looks like the type that would normally prefer to be silent. So I bet it really shocked the gang when she spoke for the first time around them. Her first words must have been to SR reader tho. ( I'm talking like she's a baby 😅) I wonder, what does her voice sound like?

Yes, Scarlet Ribbons can speak!! Just like you said though, she prefers to observe rather than verbalize her thoughts. Reader speaks enough here SR doesn’t feel it’s necessary for her to chime in too. It becomes a bit of a rumor for a while, as Mista swore he heard SR speaking once. No one believes him. When he tries to ask you about it, you end up shrugging it off. I kinda imagine her as having a singsong voice to match her personality. Something like this, though a tad deeper. My former idol loving roots might be showing now ,, 

anon 2 said: My entire family speaks spanish,and Italian and spanish are actually very similar,so im afraid that my family wouldn't be too troubled by the language barrier.Those embarrassing stories are gonna get across RIP 😪😭😔. Tho,I bet narancia,(best boy) would be so surprised. ("You can speak 3 languages?!)

Ohh there would hardly be a language barrier in that case! Even more of a prime opportunity to learn more about Reader, since everyone can openly communicate with one another. Narancia is definitely going to be impressed... he thought speaking two languages is amazing, but you can speak three? Color him surprised ,, he’s gonna try and learn them too! 

anon 3 said: Reading that ask about the gang trying to impress SR readers grandparents--- I'm also from NY and we have some GREAT pizza. A few horrible ones, but I've tasted some good pizza. Narancia insulting NY pizza would get me so fired up lol. I would have a whole ass debate with that boy over which pizza is better.

Narancia wouldn’t know what he’s talking about tbh . He’s extremely biased towards his favorite pizza that he’s grown up with, and is gonna make it his personal mission to convince you. You’ll never see him so riled up over a trivial matter. He’d be making excel spreadsheets and charts if he was capable of it, doodling on a piece of paper will have to suffice for now. Narancia is determined once he gets something on his mind, so he’s not letting this go. At least he has an excuse to take you out on more pizza dates under the guise of wanting to prove his point . He’s a little genius.

anon 4 asked: Does SR reader ever like to sing some of her favorite songs out loud? Does she ever get caught reenacting some of her favorite singers' moves?

Okay so since we’ve already established this is a v self indulgent series YOU KNOW that Reader is gonna have a nice singing voice. My idea for this Reader is that she’s very artsy focused, you can kinda decide for yourself what areas you’d prefer, but I was thinking she’d enjoy singing, dance, and traditional art. For her singing I picture something like this, clear and sweet sounding. Fugo has caught her singing the most, but rarely brings it up, preferring to listen before leaving with a little smile on his face. Narancia also catches her humming!! 

anon 5 asked: With SR reader in the team would she be the one to start calling Giorno 'giogio'?

I could see that happening! Giorno makes it clear in Purple Haze Feedback that he doesn’t want to repeat the mistakes that Diavolo made. He wants to have closer connections to people, and eliminate some formalities. Reader already has a habit of giving her teammates nicknames (Abba, Nara, Panna...), so GioGio is up next. She has to stop herself from saying it in professional settings though.

anon 6 said: Your post about the Bucci gang in the states was WONDERFUL! I love the idea of Giorno just trying to escape on a one on one date with the reader but everyone else is making it impossible :((

THANK U !! I had so much fun with it. Giorno still intends on making the best of it in the end lmao. Any trips abroad like that would have to be on the basis of business, Reader’s presence just an additional bonus. So he’s already grateful that she’s here. He’s still one of the best at getting meaningful alone time with her once he moves to the courting process.

anon 7 said: Bruh, I would LOVE you to write the Chariot Requiem with SR reader and Giorno switching! And I ADORED what you said about the gang visiting the states I NEED MORE OF THAT (personally I’m from Arkansas and there’s literally NOTHING there, but I LOVE the east coast)

I want to write that scene still!! It feels somewhat difficult since I only have a few vague ideas of what I want, but I’ll keep thinking about it more... For the team visiting the states I swore I wasn’t going to go ham but I ended up going Ham... and it was really fun actually !! The east coast actually has a lot of fun things to do, and a lot of the members would want to explore around there.

anon 8 said: SR is an affectionate stand, right? Imagine waking up with a kiss from her! That would be soooooo cute. Anyone on the team would die happily from that.

She is a very affectionate Stand,, much to the minor misfortune of Reader. Fugo has woken up to SR just staring at him. Neither of you knows why she does it, but she seems to like observing your teammates. It’s gonna end up being Bruno that gets a little forehead kiss... since without him, you never would’ve awoken your Stand. Or it would’ve at least taken a lot longer. Bruno never mentions it to you, it’s a secret between them. 🥺

anon 9 said: I was thinking about the SR being part of La squadra proposed by the other anon and thought it would be really cool if SR ended up joining up with the Bucci gang after Risotto dies to get the info that the boss is two people to them. To get revenge for the rest of her teammates because although buccillati and his gang did the killing mostly, it was the boss who started it and was the one responsible, the bucci gang were just the tools used. Could be a good scenario for a darker/hardened SR readr

Ohh that’s an interesting AU type of idea!! Darker SR Reader... maybe her color palette changes to to match? I picked bright red as being a reoccurring theme since it’s often associated with passion and love, and that seemed to fit her. So maybe Scarlet Ribbons is monochrome instead here. And black iris’?? And black ribbons... now I kinda wanna doodle a dark Scarlet Ribbons for fun . She goes >:( instead of >:)

[tenthgrove]

La sqadra comforting s/o after surprising them taking them on a mountain lift or skilift but realising theyre super afraid of heights?

Acrophobia

La Squadra x Reader, Romantic, SFW

Formaggio- When Formaggio gets excited, he sort of spaces out a bit. As doting a boyfriend as he normally is, his own giddiness at your little get-away together means he's slower to spot your impending panic than he would be in most situations, fiddling with his phone ready to take pictures in one hand as he drags you towards the lift with the other. It's only when you truly start to clamp up and he finds himself practically yanking on your arm that it clicks for him that something's wrong. Formaggio immediately abandons the idea of the ski lift, no worries. There's plenty more to do in this winter wonderland that doesn't involve going up high, so he isn't bothered.

Illuso- Illuso is very much the sort for surprise gifts, always revelling in the look of joy on your face when you see what he's gone and bought you behind your back. Unfortunately, this does mean there's a bit of trial and error in working out exactly what you like early on, and your first holiday together as a couple is no exception. Illuso thought a skiing trip would be great as it's such a stark contrast from your usual home in Naples, but looking at your face this clearly isn't the case. He apologises for not thinking this through and asks with an uncharacteristic gentleness if you're alright with getting on the lift or want to go somewhere else. If you end up spending the whole holiday at the lodge, at least you're still spending it together.

Prosciutto- A skiing holiday felt like the perfect choice for Prosciutto because he loves traditional holidays, and what's the point in going to the beach when you're already living on the Italian coast? He also thought it would be nice to appreciate the views, but the idea you might be afraid of heights completely skipped his mind. Fortunately, he's one of the ones to notice your fear before you actually get in the queue, possibly hours before, so there's plenty of time to come up with a solution together. It's possible with enough discussion you might even find it in you to brave taking the lift anyway, now you feel more prepared, but if that doesn't happen he won't force it. The whole point of this trip was to treat you, after all.

Pesci- For Pesci, the motive of this trip was seclusion. With the stresses of your life in the squad he thought it would be sweet to go somewhere nobody could recognise you, so you could just be alone with each other, and maybe a few hundred hapless tourists as well. With it being your first holiday as a couple Pesci is very nervous himself about giving you a good time, which might impede how quickly he notices your anxieties. Once he takes note, he's near instantaneous in calling the lift ride off. No way he's going to make you uncomfortable! How about the two of you go look at some cute alpine wildlife instead?

Melone- The sort to want to know his lover inside out from early on in the relationship, Melone thought he knew all your fears already before arranging your trip together but if you were super-embarrassed you might have managed to keep it hidden. That said, chances are Melone will notice there seems to be a cloud hanging over your head throughout the trip and is keen to get to the bottom of it. He gently gets you to open up about your fears and suggests practical ways you might be able to overcome them enough to get on the lift by the time it comes around. If you can't, no worries. Melone has always been a homebody and doesn't mind one bit if you end up spending most of your trip indoors.

Ghiaccio- Do I even need to explain why Ghiaccio would opt for a skiing trip? Ice is kind of his thing and going somewhere with a lot of snow feels like his own damn theme-park. If he were here alone, Ghiaccio wouldn't have gone for the lift anyway, preferring to skate up the mountain himself, but he assumed you would prefer it. So once he discovers your phobia he wastes no time in suggesting his original plan: piggy back ride up the mountain. Sure, you're still going somewhere high up but your feet (or at very least his) stay on the ground and it's a more graduated exposure, not to mention unlike with the lift you can turn around whenever it gets too much. So what do you think? Wanna try it?

Risotto- Incredibly perceptive, Risotto will probably spot the subtlest signs of concern on your face when he even announces the holiday, so rest assured he'll know well in advance to be extra sensitive with you around heights. There's plenty of time to cancel the ski lift if you can't go through with it, but if you think you might give it a try, perhaps you might fare better burying your head in his chest for the ride? He really doesn't care, and maybe his embrace might dull the feeling of the ride shaking? Phobias can be powerful things and he would never force his beloved to face one for no good reason, but if you could manage it, he would be so, very proud of you.

Sorbet and Gelato- The most likely reason why Sorbet and Gelato would take you on such a trip is that they've there together before. The couple have been all over in their many years of relationship, and now they have a third they're keen to relive some of their greatest hits with the new addition. It's for this reason they may have jumped the gun a bit in considering whether such a trip would actually be suitable for you, and Gelato in particular is a bit too caught in the excitement to realise how afraid you are. Thankfully, Sorbet takes note of your state before you get on the lift, so you won't be doing it if you really don't want to. But if you did want to try, they could always try distracting you with conversation. That's one of the pluses of having two boyfriends, after all.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Rose Pink- Giorno Giovanna

Snow White x Vento Aureo 

Cast:

Rose Gold - Reader Prince Charming - Giorno Giovanna Evil Queen - Diavolo Magic Mirror - Doppio Huntsman - Tiziano & Squalo  7 Dwarves - La Squadra Esecuzioni

Once upon a time...

There lived a lovely little Princess named Y/N, although, everyone called her Rose Pink.  Her vain and wicked Father, the King Crimson, Passione’s Mafia Boss, feared that some day, Y/N’s existence will help unveil his own identity to the enemy, and thus, dethrone him from the Don position, which would be less than optimal. So, he dressed his little Princess in rags and forced her to wear a Venetian mask at all times, despite not being allowed to leave the Mansion.

Each day, the delirious Godfather consulted the only person he trusted in this life, his other personality, Doppio, while looking in the Mirror and seeing the face of an innocent boy that resembled his own self.

“Doppio, my dear, sweet Doppio, Who is the most powerful and fit ruler for Passione?”

...and as long as Doppio answered “You are the most powerful one of all”, Rose Pink was safe from the Don’s cruel ruthlessness.

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And thus, begins our story, once again, on a beautiful day of Spring in the city of Napoli, when Diavolo made his way to the Mirror in his room, scrunching the photograph of himself and his wife, when Rose Pink was still a mere babe, and they were all happy...Yet those times were long gone, for his wife had been murdered just a week after that picture was taken, by none others than the notorious La Squadra Esecuzioni...His very own Hitman Gang that betrayed him and Passione.

Only because that greedy Risotto Nero thought himself fit to be the Godfather! But oh, how ridiculous, for the Mirror NEVER saw him as a great competitor for the role.

“Slave in the Magic Mirror, come from the farthest space. Through wind and darkness, I summon thee. Speak! Let me see thy face!” Diavolo glared at the mirror in front of him with absolute hatred. “What wouldst thou know, my Boss?” the face of the innocent, pink haired boy appeared, his golden eyes wide, like a baby fawn that lost his mother. “Doppio, my dear, sweet Doppio...Who is the most powerful and fit ruler for Passione?” the Don asked in a condescending voice. “Famed is thy power, my Boss, but hold, there is a lovely young lad, I see. The new recruit of another gang, who will discover thy identity, through a little maiden. Rags nor masks can hide her gentle grace, and alas, she will fall in love with him.” Doppio spoke in a worried, almost afraid, voice. “Alas for her and him! Reveal her name, and I shall get rid of her before this stupid little lad will be able to lay his eyes upon her.” he sneered in disgust. “Lips red as rubies, hair as pink as the roses, skin white as snow.” was the only thing Doppio said, but the description was enough for Diavolo to realise who was his demise. “Rose Pink!” he gasped in rage.

That is when he knew he had to act as fast as possible...But what could he do? He couldn’t possibly kill his own daughter with his bare hands...What would his late wife think of that? He would curse him from the grave, and he couldn’t have that.

Oh, but he knew just what to do...Just the right people for the task...

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Meanwhile, in the Mansion’s garden, there was a little young maiden, whose hair was put up in a messy wet pretty updo, so the cascade of roses wouldn’t get in the way of her cleaning.

She sat on the stairs of the well, scrubbing them with a brush, carefully, so she wouldn’t miss any spot of dirt, while a dozen of doves as white as snowdrops chirped around her graciously.

Y/N was humming beautifully, before getting up, sighing, and moving to the well to clean it up, and tend to the flowers that kept growing on it.

She missed having someone to chat with, since the only people she sometimes had around were Tiziano and Squalo, but even they couldn’t stand around too long for a proper conversation, so she had only animals to turn to for any pleasant company.

The girl took the rope in her hands and pulled on it, raising the bucket of water, putting it on the edge, before sitting on it as well, looking at the doves around her with a sneaky look.

“Want to know a secret?” she asked the doves, in a sweet, bright voice. “Promise not to tell?” she asked again, making the birds nod, as if they could understand what she was saying.

“We are standing by a wishing well Make a wish into the well That's all you have to do And if you hear it echoing Your wish will soon come true“

Her thrills were heard throughout the garden, in a voice as beautiful as the perfume of the Spring flowers, that would get you drunk from their sweetness.

“I’m wishing-” she began, putting her hand to her ear, approaching the well’s hole. “I’m wishing-” the echo came back to her, in a vibrato tune. “For the one I love...To find me-” the girl went on, smiling as soon as she heard her counterpart. “Today.” her voice went lower, almost as if swooning at the thought. “I’m hoping-” she went on, her eyes closing, as if she was making a wish on a shooting star.  “And I’m dreaming of...The nice things...He’ll say.” Y/N sang, resting her back on one of the well’s stone pillars. “I’m wishing...For the one I love...To find me...Today...!” she gazed at the fluffy clouds above, floating up on the azure sky as she was fantasising about flying up there, of being free, just like the beautiful birds that kept her company, and did some thrills, dueting the little doves.

As she was so deeply absorbed in her fantasies, she didn’t realise that someone climbed the fence of her garden, before his velvety voice, like that of an Opera’s Baritone, echoed through the place.

“Today!” this voice made the girl gasp and jump in her own skin, making her snap her gaze and seeing a young man with long blond hair, emerald green eyes and a pink suit, smiling down at her with a gentle smile, right next to her. “Oh, dear...! You shouldn’t be here! I-I’m not wearing my mask today!” Y/N gasped, hiding her face and running up in her room, before tying up her mask and letting her hair down, she shyly went in the balcony, leaning on it to look down at the beautiful boy. ”Oh, I’m sorry, did I frighten you? No, please, don’t run away!” he reached out his hand towards the pink haired girl, before smiling at her timidness. “Now that I’ve found you, hear what I have to say!”  the blond boy did a little bow, looking up at the beautiful maiden that shined like Spring’s Sun.“One song, I have but one song. One song, only for you!”  he sang, walking towards the balcony, as the same white doves surrounded him. One heart Tenderly beating Ever entreating Constant and true One love That has possessed me One love Thrilling me through

The boy continued his song, making the girl blush furiously at the bold and suave declaration of love from the serenading boy who grinned charmingly at the girl, who extended her hand towards one of the little doves and gave it a small kiss, before letting it fly on the boy’s hand, as it gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

“One song...My heart keeps singing...Of one love...Only for you!” he confessed in his singing, as the girl sighed, obviously head over heels for the young boy. “Oh, but you sing so beautifully, my dear prince! I wish only to be able to spend time with you, but my father forbids me from leaving this place. May I know the name of my dear Prince Charming?” Y/N asked, batting her eyes at the boy. “Giorno Giovanna is my name. May I have the honour of knowing your name as well, my sweet Princess?” he asked, before taking his Stand out and took off one of his Ladybug brooches, making a E/C butterfly, to match Rose Pink’s eyes, sending it flapping towards her, standing in her hair. “My name is Y/N, but people nicknamed me Rose Pink, because of my hair.” she smiled shyly, speaking in the same sweet voice as ever. “I’m so glad to find out the name of such an amazing maiden. Fate must have been kind to me, to be allowed to meet you.” Giorno declared, only to have the girl smile sadly at him. “Is it kindness, or is it cruelty, dear Giorno? If I’m not allowed to even touch your face or hold your hand while strolling through the park?” she asked, before snapping her gaze back to her room, from where she heard a knocking on the door, and her name called out. “Oh, I must leave now, I’m so sorry. I wish to see you again, my Sweet Prince.” she blew him a kiss, before rushing inside, letting the boy sigh, completely in love.

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Little did the 2 lovers that, at that exact moment, the King Crimson was glaring at the little encounter going on in the court and planning his own daughter’s demise.

No little pest, no matter how dear to his heart, would ever be allowed to lead him to his loss of power and of Passione.

Passione was his, and he was the Godfather.

He will ALWAYS be the Godfather.

“Take her far into the forest, I’m sure you’ll find some secluded glade, where she can pick wildflowers. You both know how stupidly captured in her own mind she gets when she sees them.” Diavolo called Tiziano on the phone, trying his best not to destroy the device in his hands. “Yes, Boss.” Tiziano’s voice called emotionlessly from the other room, while Squalo held the phone to his ear. “And there, my faithful Passione members, you will kill her!” the magenta haired man growled darkly. “But, Boss, the little Princess!” Tiziano gasped in shock, completely surprised at his orders. “SILENCE!” Diavolo screamed into the phone, that the duo he hired could hear, even from their room. “You know the penalty if you fail.” he regained his almost composed voice. “Yes...Boss.” Tiziano bit his lip in fright, looking at his partner, whose expression matched his. “But to make doubly sure you do not fail...Bring back her heart in the chest I provided you on the table in the room you’re at right now.” were the last words the Boss spoke ominously, before hanging up.

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The next day, hearing that Tiziano and Squalo were allowed to take her on a walk through the forest, she dressed in her prettiest dress, fixed her hair in a beautiful hairstyle and at the end, attached the ladybug brooch from her paramour to her outfit, and at the end, tied her mask to her face, admiring herself in the mirror, doing a little twirl, before skipping happily towards the 2 men.

On the way to the forest, she kept giggling and telling them that she met her Prince, how he gave her the brooch as a gift of love, and how he serenaded to her, like Romeo did for Juliet. The poor men looked at each other nervously, clearly not used to being around such a pure and naive little being, their heart hurting at the thought of having to kill her...And more, carve out her heart in such a brutal way.

Her father was a monster, that’s what the 2 would tell each other, through their eyes.

Seeing the girl happily twirling around in the glade, picking up flowers to make a bouquet, singing and humming around the same song that her prince sang to her... The beauty of being in love, manifested in such an innocent way...

And if her love for the boy wasn’t enough to make their hearts swell in agony, seeing her pick up a baby bird so tenderly, doting on it and helping it fly back to its family...

They had to do it fast, before they would get second thoughts.

Honestly, why were THEY sent to do this, and not some heartless fuckers like Cioccolata and Secco who could do this job without blinking or having any regrets?

When the girl turned her back at them, they started approaching her silently, taking out their weapons, obviously not having the heart to kill her with their Stands, but just as they were about to strike, the girl innocently turned around.

Those innocent and naive E/C orbs that shone in happiness like gems, now swam with tears of panic and sorrow, staring at the 2 men, feeling betrayed and confused.

“Tiziano...Squalo...Why...? Did my father tell you to do this...?” she sobbed, as she backed down slowly, before she found herself glued to a rock about her height. “No...Squalo, I can’t do it...I can’t. I’m so sorry, little Princess, I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” Tiziano shed a tear, clenching his heart, before falling to her knees and gripping the hem of the girl’s dress. “I...I don’t understand. What is going on?” she put her hand on his hair, stroking it soothingly. “Your father is mad, he’s paranoid! He’ll stop at nothing to be Passione’s Boss!” Tiziano cried out, leaning so that her delicate hand would rest on his face. “Tiziano...Are you sure this is okay?” Squalo started scanning the surroundings, so nobody could rat on them. “Yes. It’s for the best that we were hired for it, otherwise those 2 fuckers would have really killed her. Rose Pink, you must run! In the woods, in another city, anywhere, it doesn’t matter, just never come back! You’re not safe here!” Tiziano warned, pushing her towards the forest. “Go now, stop looking back at us! Our skins are at stake too! Run and hide, missy! Make sure King Crimson will never find you!” Squalo yelled after her, making sure she was frightened enough to get the hell out of there. “Squalo...Did we make the right decision?” Tiziano bit his lip, looking at his partner. “The right one in our hearts, yes...Let’s just hope we won’t be the ones with our hearts in a chest next.” Squalo nodded, hugging his beloved. “Then, I have no regrets. Let’s go find some whore and get this mission over with.” Tiziano kissed the orange haired man with much passion, as if he was going to disappear the moment he’d open his eyes.

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Poor, Poor Rose Pink, she was afraid of the darkness and her mind would play tricks of her at every nook and every crack, at every turn and every sound the forest made, everything around her seemed to be against her, like all the spooky ghosts that she saw in Scooby Doo or other Horror movies.

The forest was cruel to her, she thought, and as soon as all feeling left her body, her body collapsed on the hard ground, and she could only cry and cry, for there was nobody going to save her anymore, and she would see her Prince Charming no more.

Her desperation was short lived, thankfully, for all the critters of the forest were brave enough to approach her, but only one little chipmunk had the spunk to nudge her hand with its little wet nose, which made her gasp in fright, bolting up in a sitting position, only to see tens and tens of little glowy eyes hiding away from her, which is when she realised she was in no immediate danger, for animals were her friends.

“Oh, I’m awfully sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you! But you don’t know what I’ve been through! And all because I was afraid! I’m so ashamed of the fuss I’ve made, and I apologise if I startled or frightened you. What do you do when things go wrong?” the girl managed to put a smile on her face, her heart no longer shrunk with fear.

To drive away all the fear, she started singing a wholesome song, making all the baby animals run around her, wanting to be pet by her, or merely stay in her presence. When she told them she needed a place to sleep, the little critters told her to sleep in the ground with the bunnies, or in the trees, with the birdies, but of course, she couldn’t do that, so they guided her to a big house in the forest that looked rather nice from outside, but pretty neglected.

As soon as she knocked and received no answer, she stepped inside, turning on the light, realising how much of a dirty mess the whole place is, so she took it upon herself to clean up the whole place, so that if the owner of the house ever came back, they’d find it pristine and would let her stay, at least for a little while.

“Oh, look at this! There’s make up on the fireplace! And a shoe in the bowl! Dear, how could they let cobwebs stay everywhere? And such a huge mountain of dirty dishes in the sink! Awww, I have an idea! Let’s surprise them by cleaning the place! Will you help me out, please?” she clapped her hands, before taking the broom. “You do the dishes, you clean the cobwebs, and I will sweep around!” she told the critters what to do, as she started singing for them.

Next thing they did was wash all the clothes in the washing machine, then hanging them out to dry in the warm Sun.

Rose Pink was so exhausted after all the cleaning up, that she went upstairs, tucked all animals in, kissing them on the forehead, before allowing herself to fall asleep on the biggest bed there.

She had no idea how long she was asleep for, but when she woke up, she saw 7 very tall men towering around her bed, looking down at her with confusion.

“Hello! You must be the owners of the house!” Y/N smiled shyly, doing a little courtesy from the bed. “Who are you and how did you get here?” a curly, blue haired man asked in am aggressive voice. “Don’t be so hostile with a woman, it’s not nice!” the one with purple hair scolded him. “I deeply apologise for inconveniencing you! My name is Y/N, but everyone calls me Rose Pink. I found your house when I was running away and I thought I would ask for shelter...But you weren’t there, but the door was unlocked.” she explained, scratching the back of her neck nervously. “You did clean up the house, so I don’t think we can complain. Pesci, did you forget to lock the door again?” the blond man facepalmed, looking at the one who was about to cry. “I’m sorry, Prosciutto! I was hurrying to the mission and I forgot!” he teared up, hanging his head. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped. Besides, we were lucky that it was this innocent young woman, and not the Boss who found us.” the brown haired man shrugged, looking at the tallest man. “But how do we know she’s really all that innocent and not some spy in disguise?” the shaved man asked. “Let’s ask her and we’ll find out easily if she’s a liar or not. Missy, do you know the identity of the Passione’s Godfather?” the tall, silver haired man looked down at her with an intimidating look in his red eyes. “Passione’s Godfather...? Now that you mention it, Tiziano said about the same thing.” she mumbled, blinking at the man with no fear. “Tiziano...? Isn’t that from The Boss’ Unita Speciale?” the purple haired man gasped in realisation. “Yeah, along with Squalo, Carne, Cioccolata and Secco.” approved the silver haired man. “What do you know about them?” “Uhm...Tiziano and Squalo were the only people I got along with, that went through my house. Cioccolata and Secco were always very creepy and I would lock myself in my room and hide in the wardrobe whenever they’d come over.” she looked down, hugging herself. “But...Tiziano said that Passione’s Boss wants to kill me...He called him King Crimson...But I don’t really know anything...My father never let me leave the house, and I’d always have to wear this mask...Ah! Now that I mention it, I suppose you’re the first people to see my face, apart from my Prince!” she grinned in realisation, as she held her mask in her hands. “Capo, this is bad. She is the Boss’ daughter. If he finds out she’s alive and she’s here...Especially with the situation we’re in...” the man with his hair tied put his hand to his chin, pondering the situation. “If he finds her here, he would kill all of us. He will find out that Tiziano and Squalo failed to kill her, and will do anything in his power to track her down himself. He’s feared by everyone, and y’all saw what he did to Gelato and Sorbet! Who knows what would happen to us?” the shaved man grumbled, looking worried. “No, this is exactly what we need. We can take down the Boss.” the Capo smirked softly. “Very well, you may stay here with us. You can be useful, in a way or another This house has been a mess from beginning to the end, and you got it to look acceptable. Everyone, introduce yourselves.” he ordered, waving his hand at them. “I’m Melone! You can room in with me, if you want! I can do your hair and make up.” the man flipped his hair with a confident smirk. “My name is Prosciutto and this one here is Pesci. Don’t worry, we won’t give you any trouble.” the blond man spoke in a simple, yet soothing voice. “I’m Illusio, and this is Ghiaccio. Don’t stay around him much, he’ll just yell and be annoying.” the man with brown haired explained, which made his friend explode with rage. “Let’s keep this short, it’s already late. That’s Formaggio, and I’m Risotto Nero. Now that introductions are over, do whatever you want.” the man explained, making the girl smile. “Oh, I made some food! It’s on the table in the kitchen, so if you’re hungry, dig in!” she exclaimed, a wide grin on her rosy face. “What an angel! Come on, little Princess, let’s go eat, and then you can make yourself right at home! Tomorrow we can go shopping so you won’t have to stay in the same dress all the time! Tonight you can wear whatever sleepingwear we have around.” Melone dragged the girl to the kitchen, talking and talking about whatever he felt like, as the girl was actually paying attention to him. “The girl stays in my room. If King Crimson finds his way here, she’ll be safest there.” Risotto ordered, and nobody could say another word, despite the poor purple haired man pouting in disappointment.

That same night, as soon as Diavolo was alone in his room, stroking the beautifully embellished chest that held his daughter’s heart inside, he went in front of the Mirror, to ask once again for the fated question.

“Doppio, my dear, sweet Doppio...Who NOW is the most powerful and fit ruler for Passione?” the pink haired man asked his much younger reflection. “Over the 7 jeweled hills, beyond the Mediterranean sea, in the mansion where La Squadra Esecuzioni hides, dwells Rose Pink, the one key to achieve the title of Godfather of Passione.” Doppio’s shy voice spoke out, as if afraid of the outcome of speaking the truth. “Rose Pink lies dead in some ditch in a forest. Tiziano and Squalo brought me proof! Behold her wretched little heart!” Diavolo glared at the mirror, opening the chest, grasping the heart in his hand, before throwing away the container. “Rose Pink still lives, the key for success. ‘Tis the heart of a whore you hold in your hand.” his reflection spoke the truth, biting his lip. “The heart of a whore?! Then I’ve been tricked!” he roared in rage, realising he was betrayed by his own trusted men. “Of course I have to do everything myself! Incompetent fools!” he scrunched up the heart with so much power, that it exploded, splurting blood everywhere on the mirror, on himself and around him.

Filled with so much rage, we went down to his lab, calling Cioccolata to alter his appearance so much that he would resemble a scrawny old man, with crooked teeth, white hair, and a hunchback.

He got a vial of a deathly poison that once breathed in, would make you paralysed, which was the perfect way to kill her, after everything she put him through.

There was a huge problem with this plan, and that was the antidote... The victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by Love’s First Kiss... But who the hell would kill a corpse, anyway? Or fall in love with one? For sure, there was no way this plan would fail!

SHE WOULD BE BURIED ALIVE FOR SURE!

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“Hey, Y/N, you mentioned a prince before, but I’m pretty sure there aren’t any actual princes around. What was that about?” Illusio asked, looking at the girl. “Oh, about that...Well, he was brave enough to jump over the gates of my Mansion’s garden, and sing for me. He didn’t run away when I hid in my room either.” the girl graced a beautiful pink blush, looking down bashfully. “So it‘s a love story! How romantic! Was he the Prince Charming from those kid fairy tales? Was he strong and handsome? Was he super tall?” Melone grinned, holding the girl’s hands in excitement. “There’s nobody like him anywhere at all.” the girl swooned, before getting up and walking next to the said man. “Don’t tell me she’s gonna start singing like in those kid movies!” Ghiacchio dragged his fingers down his face aggressively in aggravation and exasperation. “Shut up, Ghiaccio, nobody likes you!” Formaggio smirked, seeing the man’s anger. “He was sooooo romantic! I could not resist!” she let Melone twirl her around slowly. “Come on, tell us about this mysterious man who stole your heart!” he urged the girl to go on with her story.

Someday my prince will come Someday we'll meet again And away to his castle we'll go To be happy forever I know Someday when spring is here We'll find our love anew And the birds will sing And wedding bells will ring Someday when my dream come true

Y/N sang with all the warm and beautiful emotions she harboured in her heart, so much that the men, looking at her, could see a pair of wings coming from her back, as if she were an angel.

Wait, actually, no! She actually WAS an angel!

“You didn’t tell us you have a Stand, missy.” Risotto raised his eyebrow at her, yet he felt no threat or ill will. “Stand? What’s that?” she looked at the man with a confused puppy expression. “You don’t know what a Stand is? Could it be that you just awakened it?” he pondered thoughtfully. “It could have awakened when Tiziano and Squalo made her run for her life through the forest. Something like that would make sense, especially her heritage.” Prosciutto pointed out, looking at her as if he saw Virgin Mary. “I’m...Not sure I follow.” she frowned in confusion. “See these? These are part of your Stand, which is a power manifested from your power. Of course, I don’t mean a physical one necessarily, since you’re frail as a snowdrop...But I suppose your caring nature would reflect its strength in a rather unique way.” Melone put his hands on her wings, pulling them forward so the girl could see them better. “Oh my! Are they real? How can I touch them? I’m definitely no angel, I’m just a human!” she gasped, looking in awe at her slightly translucent wings that shined a beautiful and divine light. “That’s not really important, I believe. Go rest, we should find out your powers soon enough. It’s late, everyone should go sleep.” Risotto ordered, gesturing for everyone to scatter off. “B-But wait! I still haven’t found out the Prince’s name!” Pesci pouted in disdain. “His name...Such a beautiful and unique way! Giorno Giovanna is the name of my Prince Charming, who shined like the Sun right in front of me! You see this brooch? It was his! He transformed it into a pink butterfly, before he sent it flying to me, which is when it transformed back! Isn’t that soooo beautiful?” she swooned once again, holding the brooch in her hands, looking at it tenderly. “Isn’t that Buccellati’s new recruit?” Formaggio raised his eyebrow, but everyone sent him a look to shut up. “Doesn’t matter for now. Go sleep, all of you.” Risotto got up, guiding the girl back to his room. “Take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. I have some stuff to research, but it won’t bother you.” he said, as he threw the girl some large clothes to dress in, pointing out where the bathroom was so she could change.

Thanking him with a wide grin on her face, she quickly went to change, and when she came back, she saw the silver haired man on the chair, in front of his study desk, researching, while topless.

The harsh scars and wounds on his torso made her gasp, rushing to his side and touching them gingerly, frowning in sympathy.

“Will you be alright?!” she bit her lip nervously. “They’re old scars, don’t worry. It comes with the job.” he mumbled absent-minded, before he felt a sting, followed by a tickle on his skin, which made him abruptly turn his head to look at the arm on which the girl was touching his skin. “I-I’m sorry, did I hurt you?!” she quickly retracted her hand, only to see the man in front of her wide-eyed. “Did you just heal my wound?” he frowned, examining his arm carefully. “I don’t think I could do that without proper medical supplies.” she replied, not sure of what to say. “Touch this wound right here.” he ordered, but he couldn’t wait for her to be hesitant, so he grasped her hand and put it over the long, deep gash on his chest, staring in awe at it was healing rapidly. “Did...Did I really do that...?” she gasped, taking her hand away gingerly, staring at it in complete shock. “It’s your Stand’s power. No wonder your Stand’s took an angel’s appearance. You quite literally ARE an angel.” was the only thing Risotto could mutter, before he sent the girl to sleep, as he kept making plans all night long.

The following day, Risotto informed the girl that all the Squadra had to leave on their own missions, and they will return by dinner. All of them made sure to warn her to be careful and cautious, since nobody knows what could happen.

The girl was pretty happy to clean the house along with her lovely animal friends, singing and dancing at her heart’s content, dreaming of her Prince. This time, she was in the kitchen, preparing a nice cherry pie, singing about meeting the love of her life once again, before putting it in the oven, when just then, she heard a pretty loud knocking from the door.

She looked at the animals around her in confusion, since she wasn’t expecting anyone, but she looked through the visor of the door and saw a frail, old man, trembling, but with a serene expression on his face.

“Hello, how may I help you, sir?” the girl asked as soon as she opened the door. “I don’t mean to bother you, miss, but, you see...I was passing by and I noticed this beautiful bouquet of flowers at your doorstep...It would be quite a pity if they were to wilt before being admired, don’t you think?” he smiled with a kind, grandpa-like vibe. “Oh, goodness me, you are right! I wonder if they are from the man of my dreams! They are gorgeous!” she took the bouquet from the man’s hands. “Do they smell just as well as they look? I would like to smell them, but...My old age made my smell go away.” he laughed weakly, his smile never faltering. “That’s such a pity! Not being able to smell the beautiful smells of Spring! Well, let’s see for myself then...Ah! I’ve never smelt flowers like these ones before! Oh, how unique!” she gasped, holding the bouquet close to her heart, grinning in happiness. “Yes...How unique indeed...My darling daughter...” the old man’s grin twisted in a frightening, sadistic smirk, which was the last thing the girl saw as she fell to the ground, lifeless. “I DID IT! FINALLY, SHE IS DEAD! This little twerp can’t be used against me anymore!” he laughed like a maniac, the sound echoing throughout the whole mansion as thunders started to be heard from outside.

Unbeknownst to him, the animals that were Rose Pink’s friends somehow managed to  find the whole Squadra AND the Prince and alerted them about the King Crimson.

“Giorno? Why are these animals all trying to get you away from us?” Bruno asked, looking at his friend in confusion and amusement. “...Buccellati...A few days ago, I believe I met the Boss’ daughter, and back then, animals seemed to surround her every second. If my intuition is correct...She may be in danger. I’m sorry, Buccellati, but I have to go save her!” Giorno frowned, feeling restless. “If you’re going, I’m going as well. It will be a great opportunity in more ways than one. Let’s go!” the two ran along with the animals, and as soon as they got in front of an old mansion in the woods, they met La Squadra. “So you’re Giorno Giovanna, aren’t you? You looked just as Rose Pink described you.” Melone glared at him softly. “If you touch even a single strand of her hair...” Giorno glared at them, but Melone shook his head. “We were protecting her from King Crimson...But if we’re correct, that one over there is him. He came from out house. Let’s go kill him.” Risotto explained, and nodding at each other, a temporary truce was formed, for the sake of the girl’s well-being. “You are dead, King Crimson!” Giorno shouted in anger. “Oh, so you are the stupid kid who thought could dethrone me! That useless Mirror kept saying how you will find out my identity through that stupid daughter of mine...But now you can’t! Because she’s dead! I just killed her!” he laughed maniacly, just as before. “Giorno, don’t act rash, he could be lying.” Bruno put his hand on Giorno’s shoulder, and the boy could only nod, despite the burning anger flaring through his veins. “YOU FUCKING COCKROACH! HOW DARE YOU KILL OUR ANGEL?!” Melone shouted in rage, before charging at him blindly, only to get swapped away like a dead fly. “Melone, you idiot, don’t act irrationally!” Ghiaccio yelled at him, helping him get up. “Your stupid Stands, even together, are NOTHING against my King Crimson and Epitaph! YOU CANNOT KILL ME! BOW DOWN BEFORE DON DIAVOLO, THE ONLY GODFATHER PASSIONE WILL EVER HAVE!” his voice rang all throughout the forest. “You wish.” Giorno spoke confidently, ready to strike.

The fight was long and dragged for a long time, making everyone be injured, gravely or not, but in the end, they were victorious, thanks to Giorno’s Requiem Stand, that managed to get Diavolo stuck in a never-ending loop of death.

However, their fears were true, and Diavolo didn’t actually lie when he said he killed the girl. They figured quite easily that the girl’s death was produced by the flowers in her grasp...And yet, as soon as he touched vein, he could feel a pulse, which made him gasp in shock.

“She’s alive? Then, we could still save her somehow?” Pesci gasped in glee. “She’s in a coma, I think, I’m not sure what we could do about it.” Prosciutto frowned, not sure how to solve this mystery. “If we get her to the hospital...?” Illusio’s eyes shifted between everyone. “That could work...But we still can’t be sure it will wake her up in a long time.” Bruno thought deeply. “What luck I have...I fall in love, and this is what happens. I should have known better than to endanger someone, for my own selfish desires...Emotions will only get my dear ones in danger.” Giorno gritted his teeth, before caressing his beloved’s pale face, looking at her with a tender, yet sorrowful expression. “I’m so sorry this had to happen to you...You deserve the world. I love you, Y/N.” he confessed, before leaning down, planting a gentle kiss on her ruby red lips. “That’s enough, let’s rush her to the hospital. The faster we are, the faster they can find a cure to this.” Ghiaccio snapped his fingers, slamming the door open...

However, what nobody was expecting, was to see the girl start stretching her arms, as if she was waking up from a nap, and soon enough, her beautiful E/C eyes fluttered open, and a dazzling smile graced her features.

“My Prince, you’ve come to me once again!” she cheered, throwing her arms around Giorno’s neck, who looked just as shocked as everyone, especially as her Stand’s wings came out, just as radiant and heavenly as before. “I would fly to the space, just to get the stars and put them in your hair, to see you smile. I would get the Sun right here, but you shine even brighter than it. I would go to the end of the World for you.” Giorno smiled softly at her, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m gonna cry! This is so beautiful!” Melone tried to stop himself from tearing up, but he was beaten up by Pesci who was sobbing rivers. “Calm down, Pesci, it’s okay.” Prosciutto sighed, patting the man on the back to calm him down, but even so, he was smiling at the pair in front of him. “Do you know if Tiziano and Squalo are still alive...?” the girl asked in a soft voice. “I think so. We killed Carne, and by the time we arrived at your home, Cioccolata and Secco were dead already, but we never found anything about them.” Bruno explained, which made the girl smile. “I’m so glad to hear that! They were the reason why I managed to escape from my father’s grasp.” she explained, as Giorno picked her up bridal style. “I promise we will look for them as soon as we settle down and make everything be peaceful.” he promised, kissing her forehead. “Wait, so now that Y/N is with Giorno...Will they be the new Godfather of Passione?” Formaggio gasped in realisation, which made everyone freeze in shock. “It should be Y/N, but since she didn’t have a clue she was the Mafia Don’s daughter until recently, and would have no idea what to do...But if she marries Giorno Giovanna, who’s the one who defeated Diavolo, I think Passione would flourish like never before.” Melone pointed out with a wide grin. “But what about Capo...? The whole Squadra was exiled and Capo wanted to be the next Don.” Prosciutto asked, unsure of the situation. “Risotto was very kind to allow me to stay in their house, and even told me about my Stand and power! I think that, if it’s okay with all of you, he could be our 2nd in command, and La Squadra can be back in Passione!” the girl clapped her hands together, wishing to find the right decision. “Fine by me.” Risotto nodded, which made the whole Squadra sigh in relief. “La Squadra Esecuzioni will be welcomed back to Passione, Buccellati’s team can become the new Unita Speciale, and we can add Tiziano and Squalo to it, if they’re still alive. Risotto will be Capo Bastone, and I’d like it if Buccellati would be my Consigliere.” Giorno spoke in a firm voice that inspired leadership. “Oh, can Melone be my Consigliere? I would need someone to go shopping with me and help me out with outfits everyday!” her giggle warmed up everyone’s hearts. “Anything for my, my darling.” Giorno nodded, a soft smile gracing his features.

After that, peace was restored in the hearts of all the fellow mafia men, Buccellati’s team became La Unita Speciale; La Squadra Esecuzioni was brought back into Passione, Risotto was no longer bitter with anger over the Boss’ lack of trust in them, and was not Capo Bastone, while Bruno was Consigliere for Giorno and Melone for Rose Pink.

It didn’t take long for the 2 lovers to marry and have a beautiful wedding, where they confessed their undying love for each other.

Everything was well again for everyone in Passione, they were all happy in their own way and no longer had such a terribly dark dread, since their little Angel was watching over them at all times.

As for Giorno and Y/N...

They Lived Happily Ever After.

The End.

[jostepherjoestar]

Can I request La Squadra finally seeing the face of their new member who always wears a mask. Like they never take it off but they eventually do for each member after they get comfortable with them as a sign of respect.

Masked new La Squadra member finally showing their face to the boys Scenarios

sfw // gn reader

Oh the absolute delicateness of this has me swooning. I can only imagine how much courage our reader must have to finally show their face to their beloved teammates. These turned out as scenario’s heh sorry. Thanks for requesting!!

Risotto

“Signore can I come in?” you knocked carefully on the thick wooden door separating your stoic capo’s office from your nervous form. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t call your boss by his first name, it felt wrong to talk so casually towards him. Like you hadn’t yet earned that privilege.

“Come in.” His voice muffled by the distance but it still sounded so wonderfully gruff. A deep breath out, the built up courage bringing you inside his office. The dark eyed man was nose deep in papers, his laptop that looked like it was hanging on by wires and good luck whirring on the side of the large oak desk, a picture of a target displayed on the pixelated screen. “Mhh?” his hum having enough intonation to tell you he wanted to know why you came to visit him in the middle of the night. “Is it possible to take a moment? Only if you have the time of course, signore.” you carefully asked not wanting to interrupt his workflow. “Not really. But if you help me sort these out we can discuss in the meantime.” He hadn’t looked up from his papers yet, sorting them after quickly scratching them with his pen. You took him up on the invitation, quietly sitting down in the chair that had been resting in front of his desk, usually reserved for personal meetings. Perhaps this was one. He slid you a folder across the table asking you to sort them by date. Before you accepted the work you carefully took of your mask laying it on the table in front of you, just in your capo’s field of view. He noticed the mask that usually covered your face staring back at him from the table, he was a little weary from working so long that it hadn’t sunk in yet what it meant. After a second that felt like it took ages he finally looked up at you realising your reveal. His eyes didn’t linger but while your eyes met his darker ones, you could see a small dimple appear on his cheek. Quietly he returned to his papers and so did you, feeling relieved that you’d finally done it, it was the first time you’ve seen him smile.

Formaggio

The red sauce swirled with flecks of green herbs as you stirred it mindlessly getting lost in the movement. The smell of tomatoes, garlic and basil filled the entire house and would continue to for a few more days. Whenever you made a big batch of your delicious but simple sauce it stayed on the stove for at least a full night on the smallest amount of heat the stove could muster. Every once in a while you’d go and stir, awakening the aromas again. The sun was starting to set and you were getting ready to let your sauce gently rest for the evening. Alone in the house except for one other: your good friend Formaggio. You hadn’t bothered with putting on your mask, feeling relaxed and ready just in case Formaggio would walk in and see you. He’d grown quite close to you, both enjoying each others company whenever in need for some carefree fun. You could hear him laugh at the tv in the other room where he’d been sitting for quite some time. Only having greeted him while on your way to the small kitchen you all shared at your headquarters. “Mhh your sauce smells soooo good! Can I reserve a couple jars when it’s done? I get special treatment cause we’re friends right?” Formaggio said as he stepped into the kitchen, head still halfway turned to the tv left behind him. His request pulling you out of the stupor of stirring, surprised he hasn’t noticed your face yet. When he turned he had to do a double take. Was that really you? Did a stranger slip into the house just to stir your sauce? “Is that your face?” his quizzical look making you laugh, the way he phrased his shock even more. “What? Is it that bad?” you retorted in amusement while holding up the wooden spoon. “No, no. It’s just... wow. I didn’t really expect this. You look nice, even better than I imagined.” It looked like he was trying his best not to stumble over his words, your witty friend normally being more easygoing in his reactions. “Oh good. However, complementing me does not earn you extra sauce.” you playfully winked at him before returning to stirring.

Illuso

The early morning sun shone brightly through your windows bringing in the new dawn. It was rare for you to be up at the same time as the sun rose, maybe it was more more common for you to finally take your rest as you saw it appear. Sluggishly dragging your slippers across the floor you entered the bathroom to splash some fresh water onto your face so it would help you stay awake. Your current mission requiring you to take an early flight to your target’s destination. As your tired eyes stared back at you, droplets still falling down from your now refreshed face, a sudden movement caused you to tense up. You swear you saw a dark figure move across the mirror faster than you could process. A panic grew in your chest as you realised your mask was still resting on your nightstand. Shit. “Illuso?” you asked quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear you. You wouldn’t put it past him to sneak up on you like this but it would be a strange event since you’d become quite close to the well kept man. You’d go as far to call him a friend. But no one replied. The shadow didn’t return no matter how long you stared. Feeling your suspicion fall you decided to carry on with your morning, maybe you were just tired. But upon entering your room again you were surprised to see your aforementioned friend lounging casually on your comforter. “Morning. Just wanted to wish you a safe trip.” he smiled, it looked so sly sitting on his turned lips. “Illuso don’t scare me like that. It was you in the mirror wasn’t it?” you scolded him, turning your face away from him. But it had been too late, he already saw your beautiful face and kept his strong gaze on you. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to. I just use that mirror to skip along very often.” you still didn’t believe his defence, slowly growing angry at his trespassing. Before you knew it you felt his figure behind you, a muscled arm reaching around. As you looked down you saw him holding out the familiar mask in his hand. You quickly took it from him and fastened it. “I really am sorry darling, but so glad I at least got a glimpse of the beauty you’re hiding.” he smirked. Before you could smack him, he was off again into his mirrorworld avoiding any other further confrontation.

Prosciutto

“You asked for me?” his warm voice entered before he did, slowly pushing open the creaky door to your room as he knocked. As he came to face you Prosciutto stopped in his tracks, his hand still on the door handle gripping it tightly . “I’m so sorry, I should have stayed outside!” his apology was flustered, face snapped to the side so he wasn’t looking at you. To his surprise you’d been waiting for him, sitting nervously on your desk chair facing the entrance, the only thing that had been different was the fact you’d taken off your mask. Your bright eyes shone at him making Prosciutto wish he could linger longer in the split second he could take in your features. “No! No... it’s ok. This is why I asked you to come. Please, it’s- you can look.” you hurriedly replied waving your hands while you spoke. The way he responded filled you with relief though, the gentlemanly way he tried to respect your privacy wasn’t something you’ll soon forget. He sighed while swallowing deeply, you could clearly see his throat bob with apprehensiveness. The bun’s on his head turned with him while he finally met your eyes again, this time properly. He stood there for a moment, quietly taking in your lovely face. Admiring the way your nose bent, the way the low orange hue of your desk light seemed to make your eyes sparkle. It was silent for a moment, you felt your hands clam up as you gripped your fingers in your palms. “I’m sorry I surprised you Prosciutto.” your voice was soft, hinting at your embarrassment. You don’t really take off your mask for just anyone, it was the way Prosciutto had treated you since you joined that made you feel so welcome and wanted. He always did his best to include you, he never even questioned your mask. “It’s alright. I- You look lovely, uhm. Thank you?” never had you seen him this flustered. It wasn’t like your blonde colleague at all. His hand still hadn’t let go of the door handle, knuckles now white from his grip. You chuckled as his response, how weird of him to thank you. But you felt what he meant, he appreciated that you trusted him.

Pesci

It was a sunny afternoon, the soft rays of winter sunshine lighting up your room with a soft orange hue. The heater had been turned on causing a nice and cozy atmosphere in your little personal bubble. Even though it was sunny, the temperatures had dropped drastically and since you were so used to the natural warmth of Napoli you were wrapped in a warm sweater to further keep in as much heat as possible. You just got done sorting some files to help your capo get some time off from work just like the rest of his team. It was a peaceful day, most of your companions were out and about, going on walks or shopping or out enjoying a drink. Among the ones that stayed behind was the tall, green tufted, shy and nervous teammate you’d started to become closer with. Finally able to get past his own hurdles, he felt comfortable enough around you. Opting to sit closer while watching tv together instead of nervously clamming up and not moving for 20 minutes. It felt like the right time to reveal some more of yourself, entrusting Pesci with the well kept secret that was your face. You hurried downstairs, excited butterflies making your stomach bubble, asking Pesci to meet you in your room in 5 minutes. He seemed a bit surprised and anxious since you hadn’t told him why, a million thoughts going through his head as to why you wanted him there. Did he mess up something? Were you mad at him? Did you not want to be friends anymore? Oh god please make these 5 minutes shorter. The excitement hadn’t left your body, perking up as you heard Pesci’s steps in the hallway before he knocked on your door. You quickly replied for him to come in and sit down on your bed. Seeing how enthusiastic you were made him calm down a bit, still overtly curious as to what it is you wanted to say. “Close your eyes for me please!” You said as you bounced a little on your soft mattress. He cautiously did as you asked and closed his eyes shut and held them that way. Quickly taking off your mask and putting it down on the bed before you, a last breath out and you were ready. “Open please!” He squinted one eye open, trying to get a lay of the view before him, worried you were pranking him. But to his own surprise the view was anything but scary. His face softened and a soft blush made its way over his cheeks as a goofy smile became apparent. “You look so lovely.” It seemed that it was a comment he actually wanted to keep to himself because he swiftly brought his hand to his mouth to cover it. Like he was pushing the words back in, but it was too late. You giggled at his response, still reeling from the excitement. “It’s a secret though, no pictures.” you winked at him to tell him his response was no issue.

Melone

Tired eyes stare at the blue hued screen before him. Another all nighter, the moment he opened new tabs he kept going deeper and deeper, any interesting term that caught his attention got added to the already heaping to-read list. Finally admitting that he needs to hydrate and maybe even eat a snack, Melone sighs and stretches his arms and legs. Cracking and popping heard from his sore joints from sitting in the hunched over position way too long. His purple, vanilla scented blanket still resting on his head and shoulders as he quietly sneaks downstairs towards the kitchen for the quick midnight raid. His fluffy socks muffling his steps as he walks into the dining area that connects to the small kitchen. Only the soft sheen of street lights illuminated the room as he scuffled by the seats. But it doesn’t feel like he’s alone, his senses tingle and his arm hair stands up. Smart enough not the densely ask “Who’s there?” he opts to engage his sneaking abilities. As slow and quiet as possible he scoots over to the light switch ready to fight whoever made their way into the house. The lights spring on, the brightness of the bulbs hurting his tired eyes that desperately needed a rest. After rubbing them and adjusting his vision, he sees a familiar form resting their head on their arms slumped over the kitchen table. Creeping closer to inspect you he sees your body move slightly with the shallow breaths. It seemed you had fallen asleep while reading and someone just turned off the kitchen lights, going along with their night not bothering to wake you up. The thought made Melone huff out a laugh. He did also notice the mask you usually wore resting next to the book, your delicate hand resting next to it, like the second you took it off drowsiness got the better of you. “Hey...Wake up, sleepyhead. Unless you want Prosciutto eating his breakfast and using your head as a table you should probably go to bed.” he whispered in your ear. You weren’t that far gone into sleep so his whispers jolted you up, confusedly staring down in front of you as you felt Melone’s figure close next to you. When you starting lifting your head further up to straighten yourself you felt a stern hand push down your head. “Shhh careful. You’re not wearing your mask!” he hushed into your ear with a mischievous tone. Getting annoyed by his antics you opted to just leave it. Slapping his hand off of your head, standing up and leaving your belongings on the table. Before you left the kitchen for your room you stopped to give Melone a grumpy glare. “Why’re you looking all angry at me? I warned you.” he huffs in amusement as he shoots you a wink and a kiss. You’ll deal with him in the morning.

Ghiaccio

The heavy beats and synths moved through your ears, pounding into your chest as the wind blew harshly against you. It was nighttime and barely any cars other than the one you were in were visible on the road. The cool, salty breeze filling your lungs as you breathed in heavily. You still felt uneasy, gripping your hands into fists, wanting to release a scream so loud it would wake up all of southern Italy. Today was just not your day. Shit upon shit kept piling up and you felt like you were about to explode when Ghiaccio spotted how upset you were and offered to take you on a drive. “Anything will do at this point. Let’s go.” Before he had enough time to grab his keys you were already out the door and had jumped into the passenger seat of his expensive red sports car. You’d been cruising on long winding roads, the ocean view beside you causing at least some relief. Ghiaccio had been awfully silent the whole ride, letting his music fill the air instead. The engine stopped atop a mountain road, an empty parking place near the summit of the hill, a few benches strewn about so visitors could relax. But it was just you two, staring out at the ocean waves that seemed to move in a much more calming way than you felt. “Do you want to talk about it?” Ghiaccio said cautiously as he turned down the volume of the radio so you could talk in peace. “It’s just so... ngh. Just- fuck!” you gripped at your hair in frustration, there were no words that wanted to come out, still too riled up. “Ah, it’s one of those days.” He said while looking at you over his red frames. Like he read your thoughts he suggested you let it all out in one scream. “It helps me sometimes. Don’t worry, no one’s ever come up here to check if I was being murdered. They don’t care, just scream.” Without any warning you flipped off your mask, it landing in Ghiaccio’s lap as he just stared at you in shock. The pure guttural scream you let out felt like it had been brewing for a long time. A wild animal finally let out of its cage. He was impressed by you as you sat back down letting go of the windshield that was being gripped so tightly when you stood up to yell. A heavy sigh leaving your lips as he hands you back your mask. “You’re kind of scary when you’re mad, you know that?” he chuckled under his breath. “I like that about you.” he continued as he saw a small smile grow back on your lips he was so gingerly admiring.

[mistabullets]

May I request headcannons for Narancia, Formaggio and Mista with a s/o that’s like duchess from Aristocats? caring, proper, elegant, ladylike, kind, calm, compassionate and motherly! Cause I love the opposites attract trope so much 💖

Ladylike S/O HC’s

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia isn’t the most romantic type. He just enjoys the simplicity of life, hanging out with his friends, and trying his best to survive. It’s not that he doesn’t want a relationship, but he never grew up to see and value a loving relationship. He doesn’t think he’ll ever have a partner. But that’s okay with him, some people are never meant to be married.

That is until he met you. Bruno enrolls him into a private school and Narancia is so happy to experience some normalcy. But having grown up on the streets and being part of the mafia, he doesn’t know how to form simple friendships, how to converse with others, and what not to say. He just has a lot of catching up to do. 

Your teacher assigned you to help Narancia and tutor him in math and help him get a grasp of the school. It takes a bit for the two of you to warm up to each other. But Narancia appreciates your extreme patience with him as he struggles with his math homework. You teach him proper manners and help him integrate into the school environment.

And eventually, the two of you do become friends. Narancia starts to feel shy around you and the positive energy you radiate. Despite being a pushover at times, everyone likes you. You’re also super smart, pretty, and caring. While your family operates a big business, you don’t act like a snobbish prick about it like some of the other classmates.

Eventually, with the help of his fellow gangsters, he realizes he has a crush on you. Narancia doubts that you like him because you’re so amazing in his eyes. But Bruno reassures him that he’s also amazing, just in his own ways and that people will appreciate him for who he is. 

So, the next day, Narancia invites you to go get ice cream and you happily agree, much to his surprise! He feels so excited yet nervous, stumbling over his words and forgetting how to speak like a normal person. This is technically his first date and he doesn’t really want to fuck up his chances. He tells himself to calm down and buys your ice cream.

Both of you sit at the table, and you thank him for buying your ice cream. “Well, uh... no problem. You’ve done so much for me, so--” his throat tightens, wanting to just babble about how kind you are. But he swallows down his pride, preparing for rejection. Narancia was so nervous about making a fool of himself.

“Hey, I... I really like you! You’re just so kind and cute and you helped me out with so much and I... fuck! Sorry that’s inappropriate--” Narancia. He stops his ramble and he sees a shy smile along with a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. You reach for his hand, slowly as if approaching a skittish cat. “I like you too. Like... like like you.” Narancia’s a happy boy!

Formaggio

Sometimes, Formaggio and the rest of La Squadra were assigned missions to protect others. Usually higher ranking members, important associates, or even family members. You were the daughter of one the higher ranked members and some people had been targetting you recently. So, Formaggio was selected to be your bodyguard.

He didn’t like it at first. You seemed to be some snobbish brat from the extravagant outfits you wore and the way you carried yourself. Formaggio was a simple man; he would rather being watching football, playing with his cat, or being assigned some actual missions. Not babysitting a bitch.

However, after being in your company for a week or so, he saw you for who you were. You were always polite, saw the servants around your villa as people, and were compassionate toward civilians who were less fortunate. And of course, your gentle demanor would extend to your new bodyguard. For Formaggio, it was nice to see someone like you.

And the two of you did develop a rapport with each other. It would develop more into a friendship when you asked about him about his interests. You started to watch some football games with him, he showed you pictures of his fluffy cats, and would even tell you a bit about his childhood. He was more than just a hitman and bodyguard to you.

And Formaggio was more open to do things to your bidding. If you wanted to shop, he was more than happy to carry your things! If you nicely asked for a cup of tea or coffee, he would kindly make it for you. He didn’t mind fetching your things despite a few weeks ago, being appalled by idea of being an errand boy.

Then it hits him, that maybe he has developed a slight crush on you. You are beautiful to his eyes and he likes your humble and modest attitude. But, he’s a hitman, certainly going out with you would just put you at more risk, right? But now he finds himself giving you longing stares and lost with words when you smile at him and thank him.

But luckily for him, you like Formaggio and are more open to idea of dating him. Before his last day as your bodyguard, you give him your phone number and address. He cocks an eyebrow at you and ask why you’re giving him this. You can’t help but giggle, admitting how you think the hitman is cute and would like to continue speaking with him...

“And maybe, we can go out on a date, if you have the time,” you said, a blush coating your cheeks. This blindsides Formaggio but how can he decline such an offer with a beauty like yourself? And hell, if people messed with you, he would certainly mess them up. Building the courage, he gives you a kiss on the check and says “It would be an honor, Y/N.”

Guido Mista

Mista has always wanted a girlfriend! He’s the type to find something attractive about every person he sees. If someone asked him what was his type, he would just shrug and say something along the lines of “Someone with a great ass and just nice? I don’t know man.” But there were obviously some types that he deemed to be out of his league.

Particularly, you. You were a student at a local yet affulent university. Your father, while not in the mafia, was an extremely wealthy and humble man. Your family knew Bruno and his gang and respected how they protected your community. However, you had a bit of stalker problem... you thought nothing of else and didn’t tell your father about it.

One evening, you were walking home from class when your stalker decided attempt to attack and assault you. You were pulled into an alleyway, a knife pressed against you. But luckily for you, Mista witnessed the whole thing transpire. His blood was boiling as he made his way over to you and your assaliant.

Rather than shoot the bastard, he knocked him out with his gun. He proceeded to kick him a few times until he was unconcious. You were stunned by what you just witnessed but you recognized Mista. You kindly thanked him, pulling out your hankerchief to clean the bit of blood off of him. Mista realized a cute girl was touching him and blushed.

“N-No problem! Hey, I can walk you back home just to make sure you get there safe.” You agreed, especially after such a scary incident. You made some small talk, admiring how handsome Mista was. When you arrived at your modest yet expensive home, your father was already at the door. You explained why you were so late and your father thanked Mista.

He even offered to pay Mista to escort you to and from school, which made you slightly embarrassed. However, Mista agreed especially if it meant spending some time with a cute gal like you! So from that day forward, the gunslinger would walk you to your first class and would take you back home.

Mista came to realize what a kind and gentle person you were. He would indulged you in nonsensical topics and you would happily converse with. Even though your father paid him, you still made him lunches, baskets of fresh fruits, and sweet treats (the Sex Pistols love your cooking!) Mista really liked you but...

Was it appropriate? Well, he didn’t mind just being a friend. However, your gifts were hints of your affection. And finally, you summoned the courage to kiss his cheek before running off to your morning class. Mista stood, blushing and wondering if he was dreaming. But when he realized it was indeed, reality, he would gladly ask you out on a date later.