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jostepherjoestar · 3 years

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After seeing tha La Squadra ask with the yakuza games I was wondering how the group would react if the yakuza La Squadra member had a few of their old yakuza friends visit Italy and their the characters from the yakuza games (let’s just say it’s in the same universe)

🐉 Former Yakuza La Squadra member gets a visit from Kiryu & Majima🐉 (multiple asks in one) (2,1k)

sfw // gn reader (reader is the former yakuza member)

After discovering Majima and Kiryu shared a mutual friend that had moved to Italy and joined a gang there, they were curious to know how they were faring, deciding on a whim to pay them a visit. Their old pal had left quite the impression on the two men back when they were part of the yakuza.

Set in an AU where the Yakuza in-game happenings and JJBA events take place in the same universe, the game does not exist, it’s just real life for the characters and La Squadra’s newest recruit that used to be in the Yakuza happened to be friends with Kiryu and Majima back in the day.

(Btw my interpretation of Majima when he’s alone with Kiryu is that he mostly drops his act and since he’s in a new country he is a little more timid towards strangers, don’t get me wrong, he will still start shit but maybe not as quick.)

It was a bright and sunny day, the sweet spring wind still holding some winter chill as it blew through your hair. You were sat on the bench across from the safe house, arms spread wide on the backrest, cigarette dangling on your lips while you basked in the warmth of sunshine. You quite enjoyed sitting like this, making it an uninviting scene for passersby or your teammates, not wanting anyone near you so you could relax in peace. Of course still on guard, never truly letting it down, there’s enough people out there that have a bone to pick with Passione, especially your division. You took another long drag of the cigarette, the overwhelming smoke entering your lungs like ashy clouds. But as you heard some rustling you reached over to grab the smoking bud and pressed it into the ground with your foot. There was something suspicious going on, you felt like you were being watched. You casually peered through half closed eyes at the building in front of you, no one had been staring through the windows. No, it felt like it came from a different direction. Lazily you stood up, stretching your core, twisting your middle from side to side while letting your arms get some movement, readying your body for possible combat. As you turned, you saw a trashcan wiggle in your peripheral. The movements looked very unusual, was there a cat stuck in it? But the can was placed so precisely on the corner of an alley, someone could easily be standing right around the bend to surprise-attack you. Picking up a rock and throwing it right at the middle of the can, even making an indent, you felt a bit idiotic for doing it. But still there was no further movement or sound. You were still curious so you without much thinking you crept closer. If it was an animal in need you’d feel bad to have left it to suffer.

As you stepped nearer, now in front of the dented can, having full vision of the alley you were met with someone you didn’t suspect in the slightest. “Kiryu-san?” You questioned, face frozen in shock. “Wh-what are you doing here? Am I dreaming?” you asked while rubbing your eyes, maybe if you rubbed them hard enough you’d wake up. The large man’s furrowed eyebrows softened as he was met with your familiar form. A small smile formed on his lips but he stayed quiet for some reason, opting to kick the trashcan in front of him instead. It burst open, the lid sent flying further into the alley as you both ducked for cover. “What the fuck Kiryu-chan?! I told you I got this!” Majima’s figure popped out, the snakeskin jacket crumpled from what looked like sitting in the confined space for far too long. You couldn’t believe your eyes, you’re sure your mouth was hanging open with eyes wider than a deer in headlights, like your brain had crashed and burned. “Ya went and ruined the surprise Kiryu-chan! And ya went and broke Oushi-chan as well.” The one eyed man gestured angrily while complaining, he’d planned out the perfect way to surprise you: to shock and fight you. But the only thing that snapped you out of your stupor was that stupid nickname, Oushi-chan. He basically called you a bull, giving you the nickname after you’d stormed angrily down the stairs of the Tojo Clan head office after a particularly frustrating meeting and nearly threw Majima down the stairs as you raced on by. “Stop calling me that! And what in the name of all that is sacred are you doing in Italy?” You hushed your yells as to not alert the entire neighbourhood of their arrival, helping the older man out of the trashcan. “We’d thought it was nice to come and visit you, see what you’ve been up to.” Kiryu calmly explained. “And calling was too expensive? You guys really scared the shit out of me!” Still filled with disbelief at their sudden appearance, but glad to see those familiar faces again. You did miss them too, the short time you shared with them still being remembered fondly. “Glad to see ya haven’t changed, ya did get an Italian accent though.” Majima playfully jabbed as he slung his arm around your shoulders. “Oh you’re one to talk about accents old man.” You prodded back as you pushed his arm off in annoyance, not taking any of the man’s teasing that easily. “Before you ask how we found you, I’ll explain.” Kiryu’s voice was still as deep as you remembered, telling you how they knew you were in Naples and even knew of Passione, it was just a matter of time until someone pointed you out (after some mild intimidation). Not that it was hard to spot you among the Italian men in your team. Hard for these two to talk, back in Tokyo you’d spot that grey suit and angry scowl from a mile away. And let’s not even pretend that Majima’s no-shirt-tacky-jacket-leather-pants look was any less eye catching. You huffed out a laugh, the shock of seeing these two finally wearing off as they started asking questions about how you’ve been and how work is. Happily chatting on the bench you were previously lounging on.

“So… what’s the nature of yer squad exactly? I mean ya look meaner than before, if that was even an option.” The one eyed man jested in a hushed voice, sure that it was a sensitive topic. “Well I like to think we’re the cleanup crew, bringing a bit more harmony to this field of work.” Ignoring his comment about your looks, sure that they helped you in this line of business. “That’s one way to phrase it.” Kiryu huffed out a chuckle, leaning his hands on his knees as he looked at you with a sympathetic smile. He admired your fervour, it was one of the reasons he was so fond of you. After hearing how you stood up against Majima and he didn’t slice you to bits, he was impressed at how you persuaded Majima to settle it through a game of hanafuda. The stoic man knew you liked to be alone, being used to it himself or rather preferring it somewhat over putting his loved ones in danger. He actually asked you to join his family if he ever became patriarch of his own one, he put a lot of trust in you.

After some more catching up you decided that perhaps you should show them around the house and introduce them to your teammates. Knowing how much they loved hearing your stories about your time in the yakuza, they’d surely appreciate to meet your old pals. You stepped in with the two men in tow, stopping in the entry way to hand your friends some slippers, it was a habit you never let go since moving here and you’d even convinced the rest of your house mates to go along with it. “Hey guys, I have some friends I’d like you to meet! Please don’t be weird!” You yelled loudly enough for the entire house to hear, even your capo on the top floor would be able to. Formaggio, Prosciutto and Pesci sauntered out of the living room, looking quite bored before noticing your two friends. Now they seemed interested. “So who’s the eye-patch guy and mister giant?” Formaggio joked as he elbowed Prosciutto who tutted his colleague for touching his suit. “Well these two gentlemen are my friends from Japan… from the yakuza…” it was so awkward to add that they were also involved in such things. You were pretty sure Kiryu was nearing his end run with the organisation anyway. “Oh and they do not understand a single word you’re saying, I’ll translate and yes I will filter out your jokes Formaggio.” You said in a serious tone. The two men behind you stood awkwardly awaiting any signal from you, Majima eyeing your teammates up and down, trying to get a good impression of them. Pesci seemed scared by the men but trying his best not to show it, only shaking a little. Majima thought him a perfect target to tease, holding himself back from his usual persona. “Prosciutto. Pesci. Formaggio.” Your blond colleague introduced them curtly, hands still in his pockets. Kiryu understood the introductions and gave a little nod, Majima followed with a grunt. “This is Majima-san and Kiryu-san.” The mingling of Italian and Japanese still being something you were trying to get used to, only having been able to speak Italian since you arrived. You led the men into the sitting room, the three colleagues retreating back to their card game while you and the other two sat down on the couches. Your colleagues weren’t really that interested it seemed or maybe just unsure of them for now. As you excused yourself to get some drinks for your guests, you were a little worried to leave them by themselves, you knew they could handle themselves physically, but it was more the communication part that you were worried about. You returned with a couple of glasses filled with juice as you saw Melone had slinked inside the living room, gently placing himself on the one seater next to the couch. “So who are these guys?” He asked curiously while leering, perhaps making Kiryu blush a little since Melone kept staring at him. You quickly introduced them to him and shushed him out of your seat, instead he sat on the armrests of the chair. Majima sat up a little, not really liking the looks of the purple haired one. “Is he always like that?” he asked, being a little weirded out. “Yes, yes he is.” You replied with a sigh as your teammate kept staring with a grin on his face, happy to just quietly observe.

You nearly sprung out of your chair when Risotto entered the doorway, feeling like you’d overstepped by bringing in your friends. Majima cocked an eyebrow at your behaviour, not knowing what superior could make you act like that. That was until he turned around as well. “Risotto I-, excuse me for bringing them in but they came all the way from Japan to check up on me.” You pleaded in a hurry as your capo took in the people in the room. “Don’t worry.” He said while giving a nod to the guests while taking them in, having a bit of a stare off with Majima or more like Majima didn’t want to lose eye contact. He felt an innate need to fight Risotto, not because he wanted to hurt him, he just wanted to see what the large man was made off. Risotto reminded Majima of his dear friend next to him. “I’ll be going back to work but please treat their guests nicely.” Risotto aimed his comment at the other men in the room, seeing them not really interact with the guests just yet. You sunk back down in your chair and sighed in relief. “He’s got ya whipped Oushi-chan.” Majima joked as he saw your cheeks get a little flushed.

Slowly but surely with lots of hard work the men actually started talking (with your help translating), Kiryu was still a bit demure but you didn’t expect him to be otherwise, respecting his usual style. After a while Prosciutto even invited them to play a round of cards, all sat around the table while he dealt them. A simple game of blackjack. You actually quite enjoyed the intermingling of your past and present, happy to know there were still people looking out for you back home. Not even sure if you were still allowed to call it home, having perhaps found a new one.

And yes Melone did ask to fight Majima, who quickly agreed since he thought the lithe man was weird and needed some readjusting. Of course Majima won, you sternly asked Melone not to use his stand. The whole thing was quite amusing actually, even Kiryu seemed to enjoy it.

#cozy ask #jjba au #jjba x reader #jjba fic #jjba x y/n #la squadra x reader #risotto x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #formaggio x reader #melone x reader #yakuza

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fightevilandthengetblownup · 4 years

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OT3FIC: Chihuahua

10 - He didn't want to go out on such a night but

He didn't want to go out on such a night but when Will had asked in that soft, quiet and uncertain voice earlier in the week, the shadow had resigned himself to the fact he would be sat at this very table yet again. Tonight of all nights it was even more frustrating as it meant he was forced to sit at a table with four people that made his teeth set on edge, rather than across the table from the tired blonde that had rolled in earlier that afternoon.

He could be eating burritos and hearing about how Dean Winchester had slipped flat on his ass while taking a wild swing at a ghoul in the middle of a mausoleum, complete with hand gestures and reenactment that would have had the ends of the flannel flipped up and legs on display. He could be curled up on the bed listening to the latest book they were working through being read quietly, adding in his voice and different ones for each character as her finger had ran along the line and his own fingers had run through her hair. He could be sat in the arm chair in front of the fire watching as she sat amidst the army of dogs, with Nana’s head resting over his foot while Zoe and Ellie rolled on their bellies for her to give them belly rubs. He could be wrapped up in her arms and waiting patiently for the last of their little family to join them after this stupid dinner was done with.

But instead, Grey had agreed to go on the assumption that Jo would not be home until the weekend and that Will had looked at him with the biggest puppy eyes of the whole family, caving him immediately. And now he was stuck seated beside the dastardly man that brought him here, getting nervous and apologetic looks sent his way every few seconds, with all chairs just that little too far apart for him to reach out and touch the curly haired man’s thigh gently in support as their host slowly wheeled the cart in from the kitchen.

Hannibal Lecter was nothing if not a gracious host and showman. And as Will had unfortunately said it would have been rude for them to not attend.

As the cart wheeled to a stop at the head of the table and the blond man lifted the cloche with a flourish, Grey barely contained the eye roll that he felt it warranted at the sighs and approving noises from the others around the table.

“Lovely as always, Hannibal.” “You really have out done yourself.”

Grey actually had to close his eyes to hide the reaction to both Jack Crawford and Alana Bloom’s reactions to the extravagant display as Hannibal began the steps to carve and serve each plate for the guests around the table. He jerked his eyes open at the touch of a hand on his own thigh, Will having lent towards him with a knowing yet patient and pleading look on his face.

“Yes, Hannibal, it all looks fantastic for those of you who can still digest meat.” The snarky response from the shadows other side made him actually smirk a little, turning his head to look out the corner of his eye towards Dr. Fredrick Chilton. The psychiatrist had a sneer all his own on his face as their host sliced up the roasted roll of meat - the doctor had claimed it was pork, but Grey had a sneaking suspicious it was more likely long pig than the four legged type - and dished out the plates with a level of theatricality that seemed ostentatious and unnecessary. “Such a shame Gideon took that appreciation away from me.”

“Oh, is there a vegetarian option?” The shadow immediately jumped on the opportunity given to him, looking around the table and then towards the tall blond as he began to lay slices of prosciutto wrapped roulade filled with layers of cheese and spinach within the roll beside the equally well prepared asparagus and other greens. Grey blinked innocently as the doctor froze mid plating, brown eyes so unlike the shadow’s favorite cook’s eyes staring at him with distaste and disapproval. “I don’t know if Will remembered to mention I don’t eat meat.”

There was a long pause as monster and monster stared one another down - a battle of wills silent between them as one tried to determine the cost of arguing against the cost of bowing down to the man that had won in a lot of the other silent wars between them - regardless of the unaware looks of the humans around the table with them as well.

Jack Crawford did not seem particularly phased by the unspoken fight being waged in front of him, while Alana Bloom merely began speaking in that annoying tone that Grey had blocked out the moment he’d first met her and heard the self-righteous tone and fake caring yet controlling way she always seemed to speak of Will - not to Will, of him - and Chilton had seemingly began bickering across the table with the fussy brunette woman as to just how she seemingly accused the shadow’s partner of not disclosing his partner’s eating habits. And for his part, Will was looking cautiously between his partner and his doctor, head twisting back and forth as if searching for the first sign of surrender from either party while they stared silently down at one another.

As the silence drew out just long enough to be rude, Grey felt the smirk bloom wider across his face as he watched the other monster draw his hands back and slowly and moved the last slice of roulade, the slice that would have been destined to sit before the shadow on the table, back to the serving display with a tiny, imperceptibly disgusted twitch to his lips. “Not a problem at all, it must have escaped my thoughts. Of course Will has informed me of your diet before-”

“Oh yes, I’ve been a vegetarian now for many years.” “Is that the term you would use?” “Would you suggest something else more suited? I’ve definitely changed my diet from the norm.”

Hannibal’s lips did twitch noticeably that moment, eyes focused upon the shadows and Grey could feel without flexing any of his powers the sheer hatred rolling off of the other as he shifted to serve a second plate for the so called vegetarians at the table. There was a distinct flavor of menace exuding from him under the fine suit and gentle manners as the plate was placed before Grey with a quiet growl.

The rest of the evening held an undercurrent of tension and distaste between the two men on a level that appeared to be undetected by all but the curly haired man sat right between the two to the right hand side of the hosts seat. A tension that made Grey’s entire night, watching his odd comment here and there slide over and taunt and tug at the other man through each and every course. A tension that made Grey smirk and sneer and ask inherently probing questions about just what kind of cooking process and where he sourced his meat so that they could look into them for Will’s meals in future, with innocently wide blue eyes. A tension that tasted almost as dry as the decadent cake slices that were served for dessert with an offhanded comment about how he would wait for the cake at home after one mouthful and got an actual cough of a reaction from the sneering host. A tension that didn’t cut through at all until the pair were bid goodnight alongside the rest of the dinner party, and began walking down the snow covered steps, hand in hand as Will muttered under his breath a question about just where the shadow had learnt his manners from.

If nothing else, Grey thought as they made their way towards the innocuous car parked a few doors down and Will cranked the heat on and fiddled with the radio station, perhaps Grey would get out of any more invitations after that meal.

#ot3 grey/jo/will fic #greypov

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variantmodes · 3 years

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@dragons-cove said: thunder shakes the cheap apartment their squad has hunkered down in, emphasizing the devastation on risotto's face when he states, " i want to keep it ". it being, of course, a drenched cat. / risotto for prosciutto .

pixel sent me this because i liked their inbox call!

prosciutto regrets throwing open their front door— it could fall off the hinges any one of these days now— but he’s more concerned by his boss standing before it, cuddling the ugliest, rattiest tabby prosciutto has ever seen. this month, anyway.

he shields his nose with his finger and makes no move to welcome risotto back inside.

“ you do realize not every stray cat has to be picked up off the street, right, risotto? they do just fine on their own. they’re born survivors. this one certainly hasn’t missed any meals. ”

prosciutto reaches out a hand to check under the shivering, soaking creature’s chin. then he investigates its ears. purely a health inspection, of course. he pointedly ignores risotto’s expression as he does so.

“ what if it has rabies? remember how well that went for you and formaggio last time? and pesci, god, pesci certainly can’t handle another old sick cat being put down in front of him!”

he could go on, listing off all the reasons they can’t afford it— literally being included. the thing is, prosciutto’s only ever seen risotto express true contentment when he’s with a damn cat. which shouldn’t be any of his concern. it’s not nearly as pressing as getting to pesci grow a spine, or for formaggio to take things more seriously, or for melone to be less melone. but it’s on his mind all the same.

prosciutto sighs, pinches his nose, shakes his head, folds and unfolds his arms, then places his hands on his hips... and admits defeat. only to risotto (and under such ridiculous circumstances) does he ever accept a loss.

“ jesus, come inside already. i’ll be back with some towels. we don’t have time for you or your little friend getting sick on us... i’m assuming you know where the cat food is. ”

#unreal #dragonscove #character : 「 touch of grey 」 ⇢ prosciutto .

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variantmodes · 3 years

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prosciutto is half-french, courtesy of his mother’s side. he was raised in france until he was 19, living in a working-class neighborhood in paris. he’s a city boy through-and-through, but his mother’s side came from a small village in the northern part of the country, near the border of belgium. he was sent to live in sicily with his estranged italian father after his mother — a strict, cruel woman — died of natural causes in her sleep.

the circumstances of his mother’s death still perplex all those who remember it. after she didn’t come into work one day, her boss called the police to check up on her, as that was highly unusual for his best employee. she never came in late, called in sick, or complained on the job (she made sure prosciutto knew this was the only way to work). prosciutto was found kneeled beside his mother’s bed, clutching onto her cold, dead hand. she was only 42, but her corpse appeared to be a woman in her 90s.

...anyway, prosciutto’s pronunciation has a distinct parisian flair. his fluency in standard italian and thorough knowledge of the sicilian and neapolitan dialects has no effect on his stubborn ass. lower members of passione often refer to him ‘the frenchman’, but they would do well to recognize that his loyalties lie with italy. a rare counterexample to that would be his preference for french new wave films over italian neorealism. but that’s small potatoes.

he experiences homesickness from time to time— in that random, induced by your senses way (smelling something and suddenly reliving a specific memory, etc.)— he misses the food and the kinky nightlife. but he doesn’t miss his childhood home or maternal family whatsoever. he’d much rather visit the french countryside for a holiday, though he would never say no to attending paris fashion week.

#this started out as ooh sexy half french man then i realized. this man definitely killed his mean mommy #i love writing hc's. you really are just making up shit #character : 「 touch of grey 」 ⇢ prosciutto .

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variantmodes · 3 years

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@gogogoromi liked this for starter

she’s fifteen minutes late.

he’d been told to expect a handful, which is fine by him, but a handful with poor punctuality wears his patience thin. this is a business matter after all. mostly annoyed, there’s a smaller part of him that can’t blame her. prosciutto wouldn’t have picked this spot for a meet-up in a million years. meeting at a cat cafe was arranged above his head. by mista, sottocapo of the fucking year.

prosciutto is sure goromi will find this ridiculous. still, it’s not up to him to worry about either way, so the concern falls away as quickly as it rose up. he checks his pocket watch for the third time, but his attention is ensnared by a random man bursting through the cafe’s front doors.

“ a crazy tatted-up lady is beatin’ the hell outta some poor bastardo right outside!”

the briefing he’d received leaves no room for doubt. prosciutto rises with a sigh and motions for a low-rung passione member dressed as a civilian to stay by the table while he’s away. upon making it to the entrance of the alley across the street, he discovers the aforementioned tattooed woman beating the ever-loving shit out of some man. there is an audience, of course, and the performance is enthralling.

recognition dawns on the faces in the forming crowd the longer he stands idly watching. prosciutto raises his voice to take the attention off of his potential business partner: “ do i really need to say this? get lost, all of you! ”

the crowd disperses— those who have seen this kind of thing before simply return to the cafe while the tourist-types scatter like roaches, sure to never return to this neighborhood. prosciutto moves on and moves forward, making his way towards the alley’s occupants. at first stepping over the bloody lump of human on the ground, prosciutto changes his mind mid-step and lays in his own kick to the body, as if to say, you missed a spot. he does a quick bow before the woman. she looks a little... feral, at the moment. it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.

“ you must goromi. i’m prosciutto. our mutual friends set us up next door, in case you forgot. ”

prosciutto spares a closer look at her handiwork and nods, impressed. now that he has a moment, he fishes a pack of cigarettes out of his suit jacket and knocks it against his palm to free up one for himself. he then lights it and takes a much-needed drag.

“ if your business with him is finished, we have our own to discuss inside— if you don’t mind, i need this smoke. i’d been waiting for you all this time, you know. ”

and because he’s as much of a gentleman as much as he isn’t one, he knocks the pack once more against his palm and lets another cigarette slide halfway out, raising it up to her in offering.

“ want one? italy’s finest. ”

#it only took several months and us making several different blogs but finally. we are going to write together #gogogoromi #character : 「 touch of grey 」 ⇢ prosciutto .

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