#it’s not pizza mozzarella rella but what is

[sorrygotthesesacks]

I already did this “reverse trope” with FugoNara, but imagine this scenario rio:

“Too many beds,” but this time, featuring Silbek.

[caitlynscat]

Enid: Hey, Willa. I just came up with a song, music and lyrics both by Enid Sinclair.

Wednesday, looking up from her type writer: You look really bored.

Enid, singing: Pizza Mozzarella, Pizza Mozzarella, Pizza Mozzarella, Pizza Mozzarella, 'rella, 'rella, 'rella, 'rella, 'rella, 'rella, Pizza Mozzarella, Pizza Mozzarella, 'rella, 'rella, 'rella, 'rella.

Enid: And that's how it goes! What do you think? The second verse repeats with Gorgonzola, 'zola, 'zola, 'zola, 'zola, 'zola, 'zola.

Wednesday: ....

Enid: So, Willa? What do you think?

Wednesday: It's great, Mon Couer. I like it.

Enid, excitedly: Really?!

Wednesday, trying to be nice: Ah..Oh man it's great! It's awesome! This is insane! It gets stuck in your head so easily. Especially the 'rella 'rella part. It's like...A masterpiece! I can't get it out of my head. It'll definitely be a hit in Europe.

Enid, even more excited: Really, Willa you think so?! That's what I've been secretly thinking too! Can you write out a score for it on your Cello?

Submitted by @lica24

[fortune-fool02]

The Law of Nature

Gyro Zeppeli x Sister reader

Requested by: @weeaboo-god 

Warnings: Spoilers for Steel Ball Run, angst, character-death

Please enjoy.

[Name] laid on the floor, curled up into a ball in a futile attempt to shield herself from the attacks of the other kids. Sharp kicks struck all over her body, leaving bruises with each strike, all while they laughed at her. 

“S-Stop, please.” the small [Hair colour] Italian chocked out, eyes brimming with tears as her body throbbed with pain but her begs fell on deaf ears. She curled up tighter, making herself even smaller, when she heard one of them pick something metal up, trying to prepare herself for the pain that was about to come. However, the screams were not hers, the sound of metal hitting flesh was heard but she felt no pain. Rapid footsteps were heard growing distant along with the shouting but [Name] remained still, trying to hold in her sobs. 

A pair of familiar arms wrapped around her, banishing any sense of coldness and embracing her in a secure feeling of warmth. She latched onto him, burying her face into his jacket as the sobs spilled. He didn’t care though, his hand rubbed her back as he rocked gently, comforting his little sister.

“It’s alright, [Name]. They’re gone now.” Gyro spoke in a hushed yet comforting voice, knowing that it always calmed her down when she got upset. 

***

Hooves slammed against the ground, the steed galloping away from the scene as commanded by its rider. The [Hair colour] Italian threw a glance over her shoulder to check if Lucy was still there, which she was, the girl looked to be built of glass or pottery that could shatter at any moment if not handled with care. 

This was madness. Everything about this whole race was utter madness. The terrorists hunting them down at every turn, the Holy Corpse that possessed the girl on [Name]’s horse, the President of America hunting them down to drag the girl back into his grasping claws. All of it leading to this moment. 

Gyro had told [Name] that, no matter what, not to let Valentine get the Holy Corpse. The plan was for him and Johnny to take Valentine on whilst [Name] got Lucy as far away from them as possible. And that was what she was doing but that didn’t mean she was happy doing it. 

[Name] and Gyro had shared colourful words about their opinions of the plan. Gyro standing his ground and refusing to be swayed by his sister’s persuasion. [Name] trying to use every trick in the book to convince her brother that it was a suicide mission going against Valentine. The eldest sibling was unaltered by this but the anger directed towards Valentine for what has happened had been turned onto her without his intention. Words were said that shouldn’t have been said, and even Johnny was left speechless at it. 

Yet, as the distance between [Name] and the others grew, her mind only could imagine what was happening back there. Her brother and her friend were both fighting for their lives whilst she dashed off on her horse. With a growl, she pulled back on the reigns, halting her horse and turning around towards the battle. Blinding lights could be seen, followed by the familiar shouting of Gyro and Johnny. 

Her [Eye colour] eyes fell down, her thoughts clashing together in her head. Emotions tangling up inside of her, twisting and mixing together, leaving her confused and unsure what she was feeling. This was the plan, the plan that Gyro insisted upon and refused to be shaken by neither [Name] nor Johnny. So, why was she feeling so lost? 

She and Gyro have always had a close bond, one would dare say their bond was the strongest out of all the family. He was always there for her when her nightmares would plague her at night. He was always there for her when she would fall sick and did what he could to help her recover. He was always there for her. No matter what. Even in this race, Gyro made her protection his first priority as it has been since the day she was born. 18 years ago. 

And here she was, running away with her tail tucked between her legs whilst he fought for her. Gyro has fought nearly every battle for her ever since they were children and that chewed away at her like a parasitic infection. 

Not this time. This time, [Name] was going to stand by her brother and fight back. She was not a weak child needing shielding from the bully. Not anymore. With a small yell, she kicked her horse and the steed galloped towards the battle. 

The closer she got to the battle, the more her heart began to clench at the sight. Blood splattered the ground as well as the three males. Johnny laid beside his horse, trying to force himself up whilst Gyro laid on his back, clutching his bleeding shoulder as Valentine approached him. 

Ice cold fear latched onto [Name]’s heart, sinking its ragged talons into the muscle and forcing out any rational thought from her head. The plan, gone. The race, gone. Lucy and the Corpse, gone. The only thing that floated around in her head was that Gyro was in danger, and she needed to protect him as he has protected her. 

“Remember, [Name],” her father’s voice echoed in her mind, “The strong should aid and protect the weak. Then, the weak will become strong and they, in turn, will aid and protect those weaker than them. That is the law of nature.” 

Gyro was strong, he protected [Name] throughout her entire life because she was weak, but she was not weak anymore. Now, it was her turn to protect her brother. 

As Valentine rose the gun up, aiming it at Gyro’s chest, [Name]’s eyes widened. No! Leaping from her horse, [Name]’s Stand materialised in front of her, charging at Valentine. Gyro’s eyes wrenched shut when he heard the gun shoot but he felt no pain. 

Cracking an eye open, he watched as Valentine fell backwards, blood pooling underneath him as his eyes stared off into nothing. A sigh slipped his lips as he sat upright and- 

“Gyro.” He turned his head to [Name] and his emerald eyes widened in horror. Her hand moved away from her chest, crimson blood rapidly growing on her shirt as well as her hand. No. Not [Name]. Her legs gave out from under her and Gyro lunged over, catching her just before she hit the ground. His eyes laced with fear as he examined her wound, trying to think of a way to stop the bleeding and keep her alive. 

“No, no, no. C’mon, Gyro think!” he cursed himself. His mind going as barren as the field they were in. All he could think about was the blood leaving his little sister’s body. This wasn’t supposed to happen. If she had just listened to him, she wouldn’t have gotten shot! And he wouldn’t be holding her in his arms like this. 

Tears pricked his eyes, Gyro Zeppeli never cried. He always put on a brave face for [Name] and that mask had shattered. 

“Gyro...” her soft voice pulled him from his clashing emotions. She looked.... tired but happy, a weak smile rested on her lips as she looked up at him with those [Eye colour] eyes of hers. The sparkle in them flickering unlike a candle cut off of oxygen. 

“I-I did it.” she said, “I-I protected you.” At her words, his chest twisted in both pride and pain. One hand brushing a strand of hair from her face and resting it on her head -much like how he would when they were younger. 

“I know,” he forced out, trying to force his lips into a smile for her. “I-I’m so proud of you.” The way her eyes lit up at that was something that Gyro would never be able to forget. She looked so happy, more happy than any praise their father had given her. She coughed a little, a thin trickle of blood painting her lips, taunting Gyro. 

“Gyro, c-could you sing to me.... that song you made?” she asked him, her hand resting on his and he held her hand, nodding his head. 

“Pizza, mozzarella~ Pizza, mozzarella~ Rella rella rella rella Rella rella...” It may have been a silly song but she loved it. She always loved the songs he made, the jokes he cracked. She loved her brother. 

Gyro felt his heart clench when her [Eye colour] orbs closed and her body went motionless in his arms. And that was the first time in years that Gyro Zeppeli cried. 

[uh-mozzaza]

CATE DOES PIZZA MOZZARELLA MAKE IT TO TOP 5 OR BOTTOM 5? does the public cheer for it or boo it since europeans gatekeep any american from entering eurovision at all costs? even if he's gay married to an european?

okay, here’s the rundown of the timeline of the Eurovision AU

- Gyro and Johnny, and they were band mates! (oh my god they were band mates)

- they have this shitty two-man band, both double up as vocalists and smashing instruments around until it resembles music, Gyro is the genius lyricist and composer, Johnny provides important insight -I think there should be more “zolas” here”. Their style is between post-grunge folk and alternative indie-punk, as the press would later describe them

- they become famous on italian youtube parody videos

- they get invited to Sanrem0 Festival, the italian song contest, as a publicity stunt meant to draw the younger audience in

- somehow, the song they bring “Pizza Mozzarella” actually slaps. It’s just so goddam catchy. The critics tore it down the first evening, but soon it became a public favorite, the more you listen to it, the more you can’t help but sing along. Rella rella rella rella rella rella

- they win the italian song contest, Italy’s next 8 months will  be plagued by that song on every radio

- the interview after the win, the pivotal question: “Will you guys go to the Eurovision?”

- their manager, Wekapipo, is skeptic. Sure, the song is weird enough to become soon a Euro darling, but everyone knows about the US-phobia of the Eurovision. Israel? Sure! Australia? Let them in! But America? Ugh, canceled on sight. They would be booed off the stage, dishonor on them, dishonor on their country, dishonor on their horses!

- while Wekapipo is droning on, and showing them various clips of past shows as examples, an idea dawns on Gyro’s mind. Sure, they might dislike American stuff at the Eurovision, but they absolutely adore gay stuff. The gayer, the merrier! And what if an American could be... redeemed? Un-americanized, and given a european citizenship, for example... through gay marriage?

- they agree to pull the stunt, but they gotta go BIG and BOLD, they gotta sell the story. They do it all, photos of them going on intimate dates get “accidentally” leaked to the press, social media posts teasing something more, Johnny making a public declaration of love in front of the cameras, tears and all, and finally a big, fat, Neapolitan wedding. As Johnny pushes the wheelchair along the aisle, the organ is playing a cover of one of their old songs, the one that only true hardcore fans will know

- Johnny gets his official italian citizenship in record time, and then it’s off to the Eurovision

- The competition is hard, like the stoic HP with their stoic power ballad, but especially that Diego, whom Johnny and Gyro despise, the first good candidate Englad has had since the start of the Eurovision

- I am already getting tired writing this, so I’ll jump forward to the last show night, just imagine various interviews and gaudy clothes (and pining I guess). Pizza Mozzarella is a fan favorite of the public, and Johnny and Gyro make it to the top podium (Diego is there too, but there is discourse on whether he’s there because his song about dinosaurs that is a metaphor for society is good, or if it’s good for England standards and everyone was just blinded by that fact).

- They’re about to reveal the winner, but WAIT! We are getting an communication from the organizers, apparently... there’s an infiltrator! AN AMERICAN! All hell breaks loose, the public gasps, the participants throw each other suspicious gazes, the entire of Europe holds their breath

- The villain of this story is Magenta Magenta, cause I think he’s funny and he deserves more love. He was bitter that his ex(-manager) Wekapipo had throw him and his promising career in nu synthpop out of the window to focus on the rising duo of Johnny and Gyro, and Magenta Magenta wanted petty revenge. He made an anonymous call to the Eurovision jury, and revealed to them that the Italian participants were a ruse! Fake! Cheaters! They weren’t lovey dovey newlyweds, but lying snakes, they had gotten a flash marriage just to get into the contest through a loophole!

- So Johnny and Gyro get called out in front of 190 millions of people, you know, it’s chill no pressure at all. So they gotta come clean, admit that yeah, it had all been fake and they’re only way to get to sing there. The public is enraged, and starts booing them. That’s when Gyro gets angry, and tells them all to go fuck themselves, bunch of exclusionary assholes, they don’t even realize how great and smart and deadpan funny Johnny is, and basically it’s a very sweet declaration ; _ ; the public is moved and awwws, the presenter dabs away the tears as the two embrace on stage

- But justice doesn’t listen to the heart U_U and the jury deliberates that the duo must be disqualified, the Eurovision is once again free from American influence

- Pocoloco, from Australia, brings home the prize

- But it’s not too bad, they might have not gotten the prize, but the found love and public that loves their music, so now they get to tour around making concerts

[tsukikokiyomizu]

//OKAY NOW FOR REAL BEFORE I SLEEP BECAUSE THIS WILL BE STUCK IN MY DREAMS OTHERWISE

Bea, after singing Pizza Mozzarella: …and that's how it goes! So, what do you think? The second verse repeats with Gorgonzola. Zola zola zola~ Zola zola zola~

Lou:

Bea: ...So? What do you think?

Lou: *deep breath* It's great, Bea! I like it!

Bea: Really!?

Lou: Ah... Oh man, it's great, it's awesome, this is insane! It gets stuck in your head so easily... especially that "Rella Rella" part! It's like... A masterpiece! I can't get it out of my mind! It'll definitely be a hit in Europe!

Bea: Really!? You think so!? That's what I've secretly been thinking too! Can you write it out on a score sheet?

Lou:

Bea:

Lou:

Lou: Bea, are you stupid.

[toy-tracks]

All right then, fine. The title is "The Cheese Song". Ah-hem. Hn... Here I go. Pizza, mozzarella~ Pizza, mozzarella~ Rella rella rella rella Rella rella rella rella Rella rella rella rella Pizza, mozzarella~ ...And that's how it goes! What do you think? The second verse repeats with "Gorgonzola". Zola zola zola zola zola zola~ So? whaddaya think?

it’s great, anonymous! i like it! it’ awesome! this is insane!

it gets stuck in your head so easily….. especially that “rella rella” part…

it’s like…. a masterpiece! i cant get it out of my mind! it’ll definitely be a hit in europe!

[transmorolians]

All right then, fine. The title is "The Cheese Song". Ah-hem. Hn… Here I go. Pizza, mozzarella~ Pizza, mozzarella~ Rella rella rella rella Rella rella rella rella Rella rella rella rella Pizza, mozzarella~ …And that's how it goes! What do you think? The second verse repeats with "Gorgonzola". Zola zola zola zola zola zola~ So? whaddaya think?

Yum

[jojobaimagines]

Can I request Gyro where hes in the sbr & meets another person who also likes to sing & ends up developing a crush on them? Like, do they make new songs, does Gyro teach them his Mozzarella song just fluff me up :3

At first, he didn’t notice them. He really didn’t care about anyone. They were his rivals, after all.

Then came Johnny. And then came them.

They appeared in front of the boys for the first time wounded and unconscious on the ground along with their horse, apparently, attacked by and enemy stand. The moment Johnny saw them, he told Gyro that they should help them. “Nah, they got there by themselves, let them be.”

And of course, they end up camping with them. And, after some insistence from Johnny, Gyro reluctantly tended to their wounds. 

As they regained their consciousness, they would start to bombard the boy with questions. “Where am i? Who are you? What happened?”

“Could you just shut up and let me patch you up? then Johnny will be your talk buddy, just- stop moving for fuck’s sake.”

——————-

A few days passed after that and they decided they would travel together. Gyro would still give them the stinky eye sometimes, not being too friendly with their new companion.

As they were riding, suddendly a friendly tune started coming from their new companion. Both boys would be quite surprised by their sudden behaviour, and would give them a questioning look. “What? you guys never heard someone sing before?”

They kept with the singing and, after a few minutes, it started to piss Johnny off. He was about to say something to them until Gyro spoke up “Oi, do you know any other songs?” 

“Yeah, why?”

“Would you be interested on hearing one of my MASTERPIECES?”

They were quite surprised that Gyro was directing to them.

Johnny face palms. There we go.

“RELLA RELLA RELLA, RELLA RELLA RELLA, RELLA RELLA RELLA, PIZZA MOZZARELLA.”

“….”

“So what d’you think?”

“….”

“…..”

“DUDE THAT WAS AWESOME! DID YOU WRITE IT YOURSELF?”

“YES, I GOT INSPIRED ONE NIGHT AND-”

Johnny can’t believe his eyes. Or his ears, for that matter. The ENTIRE day Gyro and the new companion are talking and singing terrible songs and Johnny wants to dig a deep hole and hide on it forever.

—————-

One day, Gyro and their companion come running to Johnny all excited. GREAT, thinks Johnny. 

“Hey Johnny, do you have a minute?”

“Depends what for.”

“So. Our new buddy and i were fooling around and then this absolute WONDER came out as a result.”

“Gyro i’m not int-”

“LISTEN, HERE IT GOES-”

Again, Johnny wants to die as his companions destroy his hearing.

———————–

Time passed and the three of them were closer to each other as the days want on. Especially two of them. You know, the ones that make Johnny want to die

One night their companion went out to take a shit or something, and there was only Johnny and Gyro on the campfire. Gyro humming one of the melodies he made up with his friend.

“So when are you gonna do it?” Questions Johnny

“Hm? Do what?”

“Confess to them.”

“Confess what?”

“That you like them, you idiot.”

“They already know, we are like the best song bros ever.”

Johnny blank stares at him for a few seconds.

“So you’re telling me you don’t like them like that? you know, romantically?”

Gyro takes a bit to think and his expression becomes a little worried.

“Uh, well, now that you put it that way-”

“YO GUYS, DON’T GO OVER THERE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO DIE FROM INTOXICATION” Came a loud voice from behind some rocks, as they approach them.

Both boys stare at them, from their walk to the fire to when they sit. And still. 

“Do i have something on my face?”

“Gyro wants to tell you something.”

“Wha? No i don’t.”

“C’mon, tell me” inquires his friend

“Yes Gyro, tell them.” Says Johnny with a sly smile.

“Uh, alright i… i gotta tell you that uh…. i……….. got a new song. IT GOES LIKE THIS-”

————————————–

I bet this sucks fucking ass because i tried an scenario and i’m not used to it. Besides, my mother tongue is not english so it’s really hard for me to write like this. Forgive me if it’s too cringy/out of character

-Lettuce

[prismy-sprout]

Rainbow Dash: Tell him to eat shit AJ Applejack: Tell him yourself Rainbow Dash, shouting: EAT SHIT ASSHOLE, FALL OF YOUR HORSE!!! ... Rainbow Dash: Hey AJ, I just came up with a song... Music and lyrics both by Rainbow Dash, it´s called "The Cheese Song" wanna hear it? Applejack: ... Rainbow Dash: *clears throat* Pizza, mozzarella~ Pizza, mozzarella~ Rella rella rella rella Rella rella rella rella Rella rella rella rella Pizza, mozzarella~ ...And that's how it goes! What do you think? The second verse repeats with "Gorgonzola". Zola zola zola zola zola zola~ So? whaddaya think? Applejack: It´s great Dash, I really like it! It gets stuck on your head so easily, especially the "rella rella" part. ... Rainbow Dash: Hey, how ´bout we make a toast before we get our horses? Applejack: To what...? We´ve lost everything Rainbow Dash: How about a toast to the next part of the corpse Applejack: Yeah, that sounds good Applejack and Rainbow Dash, clinking glasses with cider: To the next part and to the goal Some quotes for: Best Part Best Mares Best Buddies Best Ship

Buckball run?

[nameishname]

What are you thinking about right now?

Pizza mozzarella... pizza mozzarella... rella rella rella rella......

[fortune-fool02]

A Chance

Gyro Zeppeli x female reader

Requested by: @ymisiposts

Warnings: angst, memory-loss, fluff

Thank you again for an amazing request. Please enjoy.

Everything shot past Gyro as nothing but a blur. The wind scraping against his skin as Valkyrie galloped through the field, towards the incident location. A crowd already formed, shouting and screaming nothing but noise. A handful of doctors shoved their way through the crowd. 

“What’s going on? It appears there’s been an accident on the course!” the announcer spoke through, his words echoing around, cutting over the voices. “A racer is down! Number 5743 is down! [Name] [Surname] is down!” 

Gyro stopped. Those words echoing throughout his head, muting any other sound around him. [Name]... was injured? 

***

It had been a couple of days since the accident happened, no one was sure what happened exactly, but no one has been allowed to see [Name]. The doctors had rushed her into an emergency room and that was the last Gyro saw of her. And it worried him. No, worry was putting it lightly, the man was petrified of what happened to her. 

From what he had gathered, [Name]’s horse had lost its footing on a particularly unstable patch of ground, causing the horse to stumble and panic, sending [Name] flying off the horse and colliding into a rock, her head smacking against it and was knocked unconscious upon impact. Apparently, there was blood. A lot of blood. 

Some people thought she was dead. That was what scared Gyro the most, seeing his beloved [Name] laying dead on the ground. The image haunted him, even though she was declared still alive. Though, with the amount of doctors and nurses that have been in and out of her room, doubt began to chew its way through his head, planting and spitting horrible thoughts and images. 

Gyro shook those thoughts away the best he could. His [Name] was strong, a simple fall off her horse would not kill her. Not after all they have been through. Johnny has been by his side as they waited for the doctors to let them see her. There have been a handful of occasions where Johnny has had to stop Gyro from kicking the crap out of a nurse because she refused to let him see [Name]. 

But, one day, the nurse allowed them to see her. 

***

When the two males entered the room, the doctor looked over at them as well as [Name]. Bandages wrapped around her head where blood stained on side, tufts of [Hair colour] locks slipped past them. Gyro couldn’t help himself, he rushed over and wrapped his arms around her, careful not to cause further injuries for her. 

“I’m so glad you’re awake, [Name].” he whispered to her. Strangely enough, her arms didn’t wrap around him, returning the hug. If anything, she seemed unsure of what to do. He pulled away to see her expression painted with confusion. 

“Who are you?” That one question, those three words, shattered the man like a fragile, glass object being dropped from a tenth story building straight onto solid concrete. His heart clenching when he saw no trace of recognition in her [Eye colour] eyes. She was serious. She had no idea who he was. 

The doctor placed his hand on Gyro’s shoulder, motioning him and Johnny to follow him outside for a moment. Once the three were outside the room, the doctor turned to them. 

“[Name]’s injuries to her head were severe but we were able to save her life.” he told them, fully aware of the questions spinning in their heads. “But, as you have seen, she is amnesic.” At that, Gyro turned away from the doctor, his hand covering his face as the information sunk in, along with the weight of the situation. 

[Name] couldn’t remember him. Couldn’t remember everything they have been through. Not the race, their first time meeting. When he declared his love for her,... their first kiss... all of it was gone. 

Johnny looked at the doctor from his wheelchair, a concerned expression on his face. “Is there anything we can do to help her? Anything at all?” he asked. [Name] was a close friend of his and he didn’t want to lose that. He could not imagine how Gyro was dealing with this but it was clear it wasn’t good. 

The doctor rubbed the back of his neck, uncertainty on his face. “You could try and help her remember. See if something can trigger her memories but it’s only a hypothesis, there’s not always a chance it will work.” 

That was all Gyro needed to hear. A chance. A silver, glimmer of a chance was all he needed. Because that meant it was not impossible. Taking a deep breath to calm his clenching, shattering heart, he turned to Johnny and the doctor -both giving him a sympathetic look. He didn’t say anything to them, he just walked into [Name]’s room again. 

She looked up at him as he approached her, his head hanging low and making his hat cast shadows across his face. “I... I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you... didn’t remember me.” Saying the words out-loud was harder than he believed it would be. [Name] nodded her head, understanding where he was coming from. 

“It’s alright, sir.” Her politeness still stuck with her, that was something embedded into her personalty, something she would never be able to change. Gyro was thankful for that, at least. He pulled a chair up and sat beside her bed, unsure of what to do. 

“Did we know each other well, Mr...?” her words trailed off, where his name should be was nothing but a blank space. Gyro’s hands curled into fists but he kept them low so she didn’t see. 

“My name’s Gyro Zeppeli. And we knew each other extremely well.” The look in her eyes was nothing short of guilt. She knew they were close before the accident but she couldn’t remember anything. 

“I’m sorry, Gyro.” A bitter laugh slipped his lips, waving his hand around, 

“It’s not your fault you don’t remember anything. Don’t blame yourself.” The two sat in an awkward silence before she broke it. 

“Is... Is it okay if you could help me remember?” Gyro smiled at that, his chest blooming with a gentle warmth. She wanted to remember him, wanted to remember who she was, her life. A chance, this was all he wanted. 

***

It had been a handful of days since she first woke up and they were still not a step closer to her remembering anything. Gyro and Johnny did what they could, bringing her things from her backpack that she treasured only for her to look at them as if she had never seen one before. 

“And this was my journal?” she asked, examining the small note-book in her hands. Both males nodded, “Did I write in it often?” Gyro nodded, 

“Every night. You wrote down everything from what you ate that morning to the last thing at night. You never missed a day.” Wow, she sounded like an organised person before the accident. Ironic how she couldn’t recall a thing now. She opened it and began to read through bits of it. 

Whatever she wrote about Gyro or Johnny was written with such care, especially Gyro. There was not a bad word written about him, if anything, she seemed to almost idolise him. He has told her that they were in a relationship so that it likely why. 

The door opened, catching the trio’s attention as the nurse peered in. “I’m sorry but visiting hours are over.” Gyro nodded his head, gathering his backpack and giving [Name] one last look, 

“We’ll be back tomorrow, alright? You get some rest.” she smiled and nodded at him.

“I will, take care both of you.” Even now, she was still so kind to them. As Gyro made his way out, he stopped for a moment, emerald green eyes widening when he heard her softly hum something. 

“Pizza Mozzarella, rella, rella, rella.” 

He had not told her about that song yet, nor had Johnny. She... she remembered his song. His lips lifted into a smile as he continued walking. A new spark of hope igniting in him. 

Perhaps their chance of her remembering was not as slim as they believed?

[fortune-fool02]

Musical Talent

Gyro Zeppeli x female reader

This is a practice for writing Gyro’s character, as inspired by @ymiwritesstuff (Thank you again). I am unsure if I will write for Gyro but we’ll see how this turns out. Please, leave feedback for this as it helps. Thank you and please enjoy.

A low sigh slipped [Name]’s lips as she looked at the map for the fourth time in the space of twenty seconds. She was certain they had taken the right path -upon Gyro’s insistence of them going the right way, after a three second look at the map- but now she was doubting the man.

“We are not lost.” Gyro said when [Name] commented, saying she was sure they had gone the wrong way. 

“But the map says the path is that way.” She pointed to the map then East, the complete opposite direction they were travelling. [Name] may not have known Gyro or Johnny long but she was certain that these two men were going to be the death of her. Sighing, she pocketed the map and continued to follow Gyro into the woods, Johnny by her side. 

They continued travelling for a good hour or so before Gyro stopped suddenly, making [Name] and Johnny stop as well. The two glanced at each other, worry on their faces. Was there another enemy close by? [Name] kept her eyes on her environment, reaching for the knife in her belt, ready to fight if needed. 

“Guys,” Gyro’s voice caught their attention, he turned his head to them over his shoulder. “We’re lost.” 

Johnny sighed loudly, resting his head in his hands as [Name] just glared at the light-haired male. Fingers itching to pull her knife out and stab him for getting them lost after what she told him an hour ago. Instead, she pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, rolled it into a ball and threw it at him, hitting his back. He chuckled lightly at that, such a childish action for a mature woman like her.

***

Since they were lost and the sun had already started to set, they decided it would be best to camp there for tonight. Johnny had gotten the fire going whilst [Name] and Gyro set up their sleeping bags and tired their horses up. As Gyro tied their horses up, something slipped from [Name]’s backpack by his feet; he scooped it up and examined it. A book. Only a small one, no bigger than his palm, with worn edges and old pages but overall in wonderful condition. 

Curiosity had won out as he flicked through the first few pages, reading bits and pieces of the book. It appeared to be some kind of story book. He flicked to the very front page and found something in handwriting. 

‘To my little girl, Never forget those who love you, Love Mother’ before Gyro could read any further, the book was snatched from his hands. His gaze met [Name]’s cold glare as she clutched the book close to her chest, away from him. 

“Don’t go through my stuff, Gyro.” There was a bitterness to her tone that she had not used on him before, and it stung a little. She has always been sweet and kind to him, even when she had her childish moments, but she has never glared at him like that before.

During dinner, [Name] sat with her back facing the fire, that book in her hands. Sometimes she would be reading it, other times she would just sit looking at the cover with a fond expression on her face. Gyro had to admit, there as a gnawing guilt in his lower gut telling him he should apologise, or at least cheer her up. Once Johnny had fallen asleep, the Italian male sighed and made his way over to [Name]. 

“[Name], you still awake?” he whispered loudly to her, gently shaking her shoulder. She turned her head to look at him, answering his question without needing to speak. He smiled a little, at least she wasn’t ignoring him, that was good. 

“I know something that’ll cheer you up.” She rose her brow at that. Wiggling out from her sleeping bag, she sat upright and turned to him. The book tucked safely in her jacket pocket. Gyro plopped down beside her, a smile on his lips as he turned to her. “A song.” It took all of [Name]’s self-control not to roll her eyes. Gyro had a love for his songs, no matter how strange they were, and [Name] found it entertaining during long journeys. A way to ease the stress of their situation and lift their spirits in a way. 

Gyro cleared his throat, seeming to gather himself before taking a breath, humming the intro of the song before beginning to sing. 

“Pizza Mozzarella. Pizza Mozzarella. Rella, rella, rella, rella, rella, rella.” the Italian male sung. The sheer randomness of the song, and the fact it was actually catchy, made [Name]’s lips lift into a soft smile. “Pizza Gorgonzola. Pizza Gorgonzola. Zola, zola, zola, zola.” 

The song came to an end and Gyro looked at her, emerald green eyes wide as he waited for a response from the [Hair colour] woman. 

“You should have gone into a musical carer.” His eyes widened a little at that, 

“Seriously? You’re not pulling my leg, are you?” [Name] shook her head. 

“No, I’m serious, Gyro.” That earned a smile from him, his metal teeth glimmering in the fire light. No matter what the man did, she could never stay mad at him. Gyro had that affect on her, able to slither his way into her good-books.

As she thought, Gyro was going to be the death of her.

[fortune-fool02]

Little Knight with La Squadra at their HQ. Ghiaccio : Why are they putting english word in the middle of a italian song?! Fucking dammit! LK : I have learnt to sing in italian by my italian friend. Formaggio : Really? Can you sing it to us? Melone : Oh yes little soldier, sing it! LK : Ok. *Bad vocaloid vocals activated* : Pizza Mozzarella, Rella, Realla, Rella, Rella, Rella, Rella, Rella, Rella, Rella, Rella Rella, Rella, Rella. Pizza Mozzarella. La squadra : *What's worse, the song or voice?*

Hey! Don't you dare disrespect this song!