#risotto nero angst

[beneathashadytree]

Hi Maya!

I have loved your writing for such a long time now but I’ve never actually sent in a request !

my request is for a risotto nero x reader drabble from jjba where risotto and the reader get into a heated argument (I imagine it would be over something in their relationship, and it’s just blown way out of proportion) and the reader walking out, only to come back a few days later and find that the rest of la squadra has been killed (in the events of vento aureo). so the reader would be a part of la squadra as well, and i imagine them being risotto’s like, right hand man/woman. the theme would essentially just be angst. I hope this makes sense ! thank you so much for taking the time to read my request. <3

CRUELTY - RISOTTO NERO X READER

Warnings : mildly graphic descriptions of blood and mild gore, death, some religious depictions, this is not proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst

Word count : 0.6K words

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Cruelty could tear them apart far worse than Risotto ever physically could to an enemy using his stand, and cruelty had dug its nails into their flesh over and over again. His words were sharper than a glinting dagger carving into their skin, and they ripped apart their insides every time he spoke.

They couldn’t even remember what the fight had originally been about. For all they knew, it could’ve been nothing at all, and yet it could’ve been everything. The vague memory that lingered in their brain was of it slowly escalating into a screaming match; a competition to see whose pride would win.

They’d demanded more of his time, he’d snapped at them to stop bitching. They’d yelled at him to unlodge the stick up his ass, he’d slammed his fist down on the table in a fit of fury. Their indignation and self-preservation drove them to slam the door shut behind them as they left him behind, swearing up and down that they’d rather see him dead than come crawling back to him.

It was well within the range of being counted as treason. No right-hand would abandon their post, and especially not at the cusp of a grand discovery that could change their fates. But they’d had enough—enough of having to set their life on the line in the name of love every single day, only to have it tossed back in their face. No; it was best to leave Risotto behind, and erase all traces of him from their heart and soul.

La Squadra could tear itself apart from within for all they cared. They had no more energy to expend, and no more toeing the line with death before it finally caught up to them. It was, after all, all a matter of time before they came back to snuff their life out the moment they caught wind of their crime of abandonment. No one dares to leave the mafia and live to tell the tale—and they’d morbidly made peace with that. Death was inevitable.

And inevitable it was, they thought, stomach churning as bile crept up their throat, watching the way his mangled body sprawled on their doorstep; the same threshold they’d been thinking of crossing to hopefully make amends.

With trembling fingers and shuddering breaths, they took a fearful step back, vision hazy at the sight of him, limp and drenched in his own blood that stained the marble underneath him with the color they knew would never properly wash away and would seep through the cracks. Stumbling over their own feet, it felt like they were taking repeated punches to their gut, and the tears swimming in their eyes were near impossible to blink away when it felt like their heart was being ripped to shreds.

Hell had been brought to their front doorstep, and the devil had brought him back to taunt them; to mock them with Risotto’s blank unmoving eyes, his bluing skin, and his hair mottled in crimson. The devil laughed in their face, as despair clutched at them and they cried out in agony. Truly a tragedy to be admired—the way their hand clawed at their chest, as though begging the scene in front of them to be nothing more than a figment of their worst nightmare.

But no—as it often was, reality was far crueler than it often passed itself as. It was crueler than a lover’s biting words; crueler than their neglect. And it would force them to trudge forward, bearing the weight of their regrets and sins, until they pulled the very essence of them under to join him in hell, where their cursed souls would remain forever entwined.

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[k0mibee]

My son…

Risotto’s relationship with Sorbet-

(For the dense, this is not a ship) 💀

It’s a late and rainy night. 4am? 3am? Who knows? Sorbet is up sitting on the couch unable to sleep, sipping on some water while he tried to get some thoughts out of his head. He’s Interrupted by the sound of keys opening the front door. Sorbet recognizes the culprit’s footsteps, Risotto. He was surprised he was out this late, he thought.

He watched as the door slowly opened and Risotto stepped inside before closing the door behind him without a sound, Sorbet simply stared at him waiting, not saying a word. Risotto turned up to meet his gaze, that’s when Sorbet got a good look at his face. Through his wet hair and soaked hoodie, Sorbet could read his face clear as day. Not many could even begin to decipher the stoic man’s demeanor, but Sorbet could. He prided himself in that he had a good judge of character and rightfully so. Tired, hollow, and sad. Risotto looked dejected and his eyes were slightly puffy. he must have been crying.

Despite seeing him in such a state, Sorbet said nothing. He simply continued to stare at him waiting for the younger man to make the first move. After a moment of silent acknowledgment, Sorbet stood up from the couch and walked over to Risotto.

It felt slow, he took only a few steps but it felt like he was walking a mile. Sorbet stood in front of risotto for a moment. Risotto, despite his stature towering a head over sorbet, felt small in this moment. Risotto said nothing and lowered his head down not knowing what to do or say. Then suddenly it happened.

The anticipation was broken once Risotto felt Sorbet’s hand at the top of his head guide him to his shoulder. A gentle tussle of the hair and soft pats to his head before Sorbet broke the silence between them. In a tired yet reassuring voice, Sorbet spoke quietly to Risotto as he stroked his damp hair letting out a big sigh.

“Ay, figliolo…”

Those words broke something inside him. Risotto began to feel hot tears trickle down his cold face. He hid his face deeper into Sorbet’s shoulder and he began to sob quietly. Sorbet could barely hear Risotto’s sobs despite his head leaning against his as he silently comforted the man.

Sorbet didn’t care to ask questions, he didn’t need to, it was all irrelevant. All he knew was that this, comforting Risotto, his coworker... No. His friend… his boy, was all that mattered. Sorbet hugged him properly, holding Risotto in his arms as he patted his large back. He sighed, “…you’ll be alright, son…”

In that moment, Risotto felt small in Sorbet’s arms. It was a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time.

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[industriallyinsecure]

Late night calls

(tw: depressive episodes)

Your shaky hand reaches out and fumbles around your nightstand before retrieving your phone. Pulling it under the covers with you, you dial your boyfriend’s number.

He answers with a soft grunt, his words mumbled and slurred to the point of incomprehension. Or maybe he was speaking Sicilian, either way you didn’t understand.

“Rizzo?” You all but whimper, clutching the blanket around you tighter, “Could you come over?”

He yawns, “Is everything alright?”

“I’m okay, I just,” you swallow back a sob, “need to be around someone else right now.”

Risotto hums. There’s some shuffling on his end.

“Give me about ten minutes,” he mumbles.

~

It only took nine. He let himself in like he always did. Through the thin walls of your apartment you could hear him taking his shoes off and placing his keys on the counter.

The door to your bedroom creaks open, revealing the huge hulking figure of Risotto Nero. You peek out from under the duvet. Risotto yawns.

“Do you want tea or anything?” He asks, blinking slowly and rubbing his eyes.

You hold your arms out to him and he understands immediately. Risotto lumbers over and crawls into bed with you, kicking off his pants and discarding his shirt on the floor. He slips under the covers and pulls you close to him. One of his coworkers had joked that you fit together like puzzle pieces, and to a certain extent it was true. His hips and chest always pressed snugly against your backside, arms wrapped around your waist and head resting against yours.

This time, you were curled into his chest, his chin resting on the crown of your head.

“What’s the matter?” He mumbled into your scalp. You shook your head, gripping his arms.

“I don’t really know.”

Risotto hummed.

“I just need you to be here with me”

“Well, I’m here now,” he murmured, pulling to closer, “and I’m not going anywhere.”

Risotto hardly ever spoke, but he always chose his words carefully and made sure he wasn’t misunderstood. And though you knew he never said anything without meaning it, some bitter part wanted to think he was lying. The facts disputed it, because who would answer a call at four in the morning and head over to comfort their significant other but not care about them? You knew Risotto loved you, and that he would tear the world apart just for you, but you still felt as if his words were empty.

You couldn’t face him. Wiggling around in his arms, you turned the other way. How ungrateful. Why were you so ungrateful? Why didn’t you believe him?

He nuzzled the nape of your neck, “I’ve got you.”

Was it because you had been left so many times before? By people who claimed to love you, yet abandoned you when they found a shiny new person to focus all of their attention on?

“Go back to sleep.”

Were you not enough? Would you ever be enough?

Why would he want to be with you? Why was he still with you in the first place?

His hands drifted up to your shoulders, rubbing his thumbs in small circles.

“Hey,” He shook your shoulder, “ look at me.”

Although every atom in your body screamed to not listen to him, you turned back over to face him. His pretty white hair glistened in the soft moonlight that peeked through your curtains. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was frowning. The exhales from his nose tickled your face. A warm hand came up to wipe away tears you didn’t know were there.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You sucked in a shaky breath. His hand lingered on your cheek for a moment before he took it away to pet your head.

“I wish you could see yourself how I do, could make you love yourself as much as I love you.” He sighed, “But that won’t happen anytime soon.” A brief pause. He clears his throat and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I don’t know what your brain is telling you, but don’t listen to it,” another gentle kiss, “and try to get some sleep.” You curled into his chest, pressing your wet cheeks into the soft skin.

“I love you.”

His arms circled around you, surrounding you with warmth and comfort, “I love you too.”

#risotto nero x reader #angst #fluff and angst #comfort #tw depressive episode

[mink-place]

How would La Squadra react to a team member s/o who sacrifices themself to protect them while they're off guard during a hit? Wether the injury is minor or fatal is your choice. Please and thank you, I love your writing!

Hey! Thanks a lot for your request, it really motivates me know that someone loves my writing ^^

La Squadra reacting to a teammate s/o who sacrifices themselves to save them.

Tw: harm, kinda angst, but not much

Risotto Nero

When he sees his s/o taking the hit that was supossed to hit him, he's shocked.

Not for long though, his rage will increase, even if his face doesn't really show it.

Take for sure that his enemy will have a painful dead while he looks for his s/o, looking that they have a really bad injury and are loosing much blood.

“I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have let my guard down.” he sounds worried “I'm sorry, this can hurt.” then with his stand he'll start to close the injury, putting staple.

He'll hear his s/o scream in pain, feeling really bad, but it was better to close the wound before they'll lost more blood.

He'll pick them up and keep them close to him whike he calls Ghiaccio to come over, explaining the situation and telling him to hurry up.

“You'll get better soon, I promise...” kisses their forehead and tries to keep them awake.

When Ghiaccio catches them up, they'll go to the base of the team and make Melone heal and patch their wound (because he's the only one of the team that knows a little about medicine).

Prosciutto

For once in his life he feels like he has failed, he has failed to protect someone he loves, and he instantly has a little breakdown, still, he'll maintain his composture until he kills the person who dared to harm his s/o.

Once the enemy is more than dead, he'll kneel down infront of his s/o and take them in his arms, looking at the big wound that they had in their chest, bleeding.

“This was my fault, you didn't had to protect me, you didn't...” he'll be shocked, but will try to stop the bleeding with his own jacket, putting pressure with one hand and with the other calling an ambulance.

With his stand he'll dust the enemy and leave it hidden until he can take care of it.

When the ambulance arrives he keeps at your side at almost every moment, he won't leave your side until he sees you well as always.

Pesci

When he sees them on the ground with a really bad injury that was supposed to be in his skin, he feels terrible, he won't care for the enemy, he has to take you to a hospital.

But then he realices it won't be that easy if he doesn't kill the enemy now, so he uses Beach Boy and kills them as fast as he can.

He'll try to stop the bleeding with his jacket, making pressure, he's now focused on you while having bad thoughts about himself, he feels useless, he should have take the hit, not you.

Then he reacts and also calls an ambulance, telling them to please hurry up.

When the ambulance arrives, they have to also take care of a nervous almost wrecking Pesci, who's very worried about his s/o.

He'll call his Aniki to inform of the situation, wanting him to be with him while his s/o is recovering.

Formaggio

He will get pretty mad, they dared to touch his precious babe and they'll have to face the consequences.

The enemy will be shrinked down and be crushed to the ground by Formaggio's shoe.

“Babe! Come on, please look at me, look at me, you're okay, you'll be okay, alright? Don't worry, Maggio is here.” he'll caress their hair while he presses a cloth to their wound, trying to minimize the bleeding.

He'll eventually stop the caressing to call an ambulance, he doesn't care if he has to give explanations, he'll think of a lie, but he needs help for his s/o.

He'll blame himself for not being on guard and let the enemy hurt his s/o.

Ghiaccio

He's ANGRY, but like, he doesn't have anger, he has RAGE and wants to kill everyone, even if they didn't have the fault.

He'll freeze his enemy to the ground and part of his body, stopping at the neck.

He'll be yelling curses in italian, until he realices his s/o is injured and then he stops and looks for his s/o.

“DAMN! I-I I'm sorry, please, don't close your eyes, alright, I'm with you.” he feels like crying but won't cry because he needs to take care of the wound.

“I don't know if this will work but...” he'll put a cloth on the wound and freeze it to their skin. “I can't take you to a hospital... Hope Melone can help.”

Picks then up and takes them to his car, driving as fast as he can, when they srrive to the base he'll enter yelling for Melone to heal his s/o.

“Don't you dare do something weird to them!” he'll warn to Melone.

He feels like now that they're being healed he can cry, he feels so fucking bad, it was his fault, he should have been more careful.

Melone

He was hidden near where their s/o and Baby Face were fighting, but the enemy saw him and went to attack him.

When he sees that his s/o falls to the ground with a enormous wound in their chest, he's shocked for a moment, but then he attacks them with Baby Face while they're distracted.

He'll catch is s/o as fast as he can and go with them to his motorcycle. If he sees that they have enough strength to keep on his motorcyvle while they go to the base, he'll drive in his motorcycle, but if he sees they're weak he'll call Ghiaccio to pick them up.

“Don't worry, bella. You'll be fine, trust me.”

Before the drive he'll put a cloth on their wound to make pressure and try to prevent them to bleed out.

On the base, he'll run with them in his arms to his room and close and patch the wound.

He'll keep by their side while they're recovering, he won't think about the incident, he knows that he should have been more careful, but regretting now won't change the past, still, he will apologize to his partner.

Illuso

Probably the fight is happening on the mirror world, so when he sees his s/o hurt, he'll pick up his s/o and go out of the Mirror World.

“Shit... You didn't...” he doesn't know what to say, his smug personality is out, he's worried about his partner.

He'll call Ghiaccio, he sounds nervous, thing that isn't normal on him.

He just tries to stop the bleeding with his hand while Ghiaccio is coming, he knows that he can't stop the bleeding like this, but his mind is blank, he doesn't want them to die.

When Ghiaccio arrives, he'll pick you up, enter the car and tell Ghiaccio to drive as fast as possible to the base.

He'll whisper things to his partner, trying to keep them awake, he'll also apologize, knowing that for the first time he feels like something was his fault.

At the base, he goes to Melone's room eith his s/o in his arms, he tells him what happened while he's healing your wound.

He'll get back to his smug self when he sees his partner better, of course he wasn't worried about them, not at all.

And the enemy? At this time he's more than death on the Mirror World.

Alright, hope you enjoyed! ^^

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[maladaptivedongdreamer]

Animosity

Warnings: blood, betrayal, angst and murder? English is not my first language, not even my second. Sorry if you encounter any errors.

Risotto Nero x GN!Reader (3.9 k words)

"It's killing me again/I replay it in my head when I'm alone/I hope that you're alone now/It's not me, it's you/The one who never got a clue/Drown in your guilt/If karma doesn't hit you, then I will."

Animosity - The Warning

As the car stopped with a jolt, you could feel your heart starting to beat faster in your chest. You let out a slow and deep breath as your hand instinctively reached down to the left pocket of your denim jacket, where a half-empty pack of cigarettes was. A sports car drove past you in the rain, illuminating the cockpit for a brief second and allowing you to see your own reflection in the rearview mirror. You immediately averted your gaze with a grimace.

With your left hand on the door handle and the hoodie covering your head, you took a deep breath before getting out of the car. An umbrella would've been just a burden, so you simply sprinted to cross the deserted road. On the opposite sidewalk, the porch offered you protection against the frozen raindrops, yet you shivered as a gust of wind scourged your cheeks. Instinctively, your hand went to the left side of your face and hastily pulled the hood to cover it. Without raising your head, you reached inside the pocket of your jacket and pulled out a cigarette. It took you a couple of attempts before you finally managed to light it up, as your hand was trembling. You blamed it on the chilling wind and kept walking.

While the bitter smoke burned down your throat, scratching the itch that was tormenting you, the plan unravelled itself for the thousandth time in your mind. As if you could forget it. As if you hadn't spent the past couple of days perfecting every detail, incapable of sleeping yet finding every second of your waking hours unbearable.

Not that your plan didn't have any fallacies. For example, you just assumed that your target would be home. You made sure that they hadn't changed their address - you had spent the past couple of weeks using your Stand to spy on them. Their routine hadn't fluctuated at all since before the accident, you noted with a knot in your throat. Almost as if it never happened.

Thankfully, you knew Risotto Nero far too well for his own good. Around this time of the year, he would take a couple of weeks off, to commemorate the life-changing event in his life: the death of his cousin. The year prior, you had checked on him, to make sure he was OK. Now, you were going to kill him.

Kill him. The words echoed in your mind, so loud that you hesitated and slowed down. You could see his apartment complex now, in the distance. A car passed you by, interrupting the still silence that was enveloping your senses: it was much easier to lose yourself and your resolve in the monotonous pattering of the raindrops. The sound of tires on the asphalt and the sudden light that breached through the midnight darkness became almost unsufferable for a split second. You wanted to close your eyes and cover your ears; you considered the idea of turning around and walking back to your car.

Seeing the man responsible for your death living his day to day life as if nothing happened: not many people have been granted this fortune, and even less people were in the position to avenge themselves. You thought your anger had subsided, only leaving a faint trace, as you had plenty of months of rehabilitation to accept his betrayal. He had no choice but to let you die, you had repeated yourself as a mantra, over and over again, as you slowly regained control of your body.

At first, you had only wanted to reach out and let him know that you were alive. One day, you had patiently waited for him to come back home from "work", your heart almost exploding with impatience in your chest, your throat dry and your eyes wandering around, waiting for his car to become visible in the distance. It was then that you had seen him with her.

You resumed your unrelenting walk: the porch was about to end. Thankfully, the rain also seemed to quiet down, almost as if your vengeance had Mother Nature's stamp of approval.

Now you could see that the lights were on at the second floor of the apartment complex where Risotto lived. Another sign that Fate was by your side, you noted, as the blood rushing through your veins pumped like drums in your ears.

You took one last draw on the cigarette, almost burning your fingers as the combustion was far too close to the filter for the drag to be any good. The bitter taste made you wince, your face distorting into what you could only imagine being a cubist portrait. You threw away your cigarette, letting the rain extinguish its dying flame, and cupped your left cheek with your hand. Under your finger tips you could feel the ragged outline of the scar.

The first time you had seen your reflection after the incident at the warehouse, you couldn't help yourself but think of Picasso's Guernica. Later, you had felt stupid and egocentric for having equated a catastrophic historical event to your personal misfortune. What is the loss of your youthful beauty compared to the massacre of hundreds of people? And yet, as the beautiful woman sitting in Risotto's passenger seat had laughed - her beautiful skin intact - you couldn't help yourself but imagine his repulsion if he had seen the state of you. With your fingernails biting into the skin of your palms, you used that pain as fuel for your anger.

You would make sure he saw you. You wanted to be the last thing he'd see before Death put an end to either of you.

Your rage had yet to turn you blind: you knew far too well that Risotto was a powerful Stand user and an incredibly skilled assassin. You were ready to die by his hand, in case you failed. Would he kill you a second time? You were already dead and gone to him and to dozens of people: killing a ghost would be much easier. But you wouldn't go down without a fight. Worst case scenario, you hoped you could take at least part of his precious vinyl collection to Hell with you.

Risotto lived in a quite unsuspecting neighbourhood: fairly isolated from the city center and of recent construction. The buildings looked all pretty much the same: white and grey cubes of concrete surrounded by vegetation. No one would imagine that the leader of La Squadra Esecuzioni lived there, surrounded by newlyweds and young families.

Using your Stand, Trail of Tears, you focused on melting your body into a puddle that easily passed under the gate dividing the apartment complex' garden from the sidewalk. You proceeded like that, thankful for the darkness surrounding you, until your reached the glass entrance door that lead into the empty lobby. You could feel every fiber of your being focusing on the task as your body squeezed through the much more narrow interstices.

Once you found yourself into the lobby, you felt your body autonomously turn to its normal form. "Fuck", you muttered. You noticed that your breath was short and your retina was blinded by millions of colorful explosions, as if you were about to faint. Laying on your fours, you tried to catch your breath.

It was the first time in months that you had used your Stand to these lengths, exerting its power to transform your body into such fine matter. You could feel yourself hurting where you had suffered the worst injuries during the incident. Your arms were trembling and you bit your lower lip to prevent yourself from letting out pained whines. When you got your sight back, you exhaled abruptly and punched the marble floor, to give yourself the courage and resolve to get back on your feet.

Another thing Risotto had to pay for.

You climbed the stairs, one stealthy step after the other, paying attention to every sound that came from the other apartments. It was late enough that most people would be in bed, but some - like Risotto himself - were still up. If someone decided to go for a walk in the middle of the night, you were ready to resort to your Stand. However, considering the toll it took on you, you prayed that the rainy weather would be a deterrent for any midnight walk.

You finally reached the second floor: the door to your victim's apartment was right in front of you. The time had come for you to act. You inhaled briefly and exhaled as slowly and silently as you could, trying to stop your heart from beating like a drum in your chest. The fear that Risotto's Stand might feel your presence through the blood running in your veins paralysed you for a second. Then again, you told yourself that he wasn't expecting you to rise up from your grave just to murder him.

Closing your eyes in the darkness of the hall, you let your body melt: guided by the current of air that was passing underneath the door, you squeezed your shapeless form through the crevice and only stopped when you felt that the whole mass of your being was now resting on the wooden floor of Risotto's entryway. You stopped for a second, trying to figure whether or not you were alone and ignoring the urge to transform back.

In that form, you were blind, but your other senses increased. You often resorted to the wind or any movement of air masses to determine whether someone was in your proximity or not.

You could hear a laugh track in the distance and the wheezing that usually came from electronic devices. You knew that there was no light in the room, for you couldn't feel any warmth on the top surface of your body.

You turned into your regular form and bent your body forwards - hands resting on your knees - for balance. You mentally cursed yourself, as you held your breath, afraid that you would let out a pained moan if you dared to breathe.

How dared you think that you could kill Risotto Nero in your pitiful state? Biting your lip you slowly emptied you lungs, your nostrils flared, as if doing so would minimise the noise. When the pain subsided, in the darkness you started moving towards Risotto's living room where the TV noise was coming from.

A newfound sharpness had taken the place of the self-doubt. After all, you were a trained assassin and you had to thank Risotto himself for mentoring you and teaching you a set of many helpful skills. It was him who allowed you to understand the extent to which your Stand could be useful. And now you were going to use that knowledge against him.

The door leading to the living room was slightly open. You knew for a fact that Risotto made sure it would screech, to alert him of any foreign presence that might try to attack him. The opening was large enough for you to morph your body without putting to much of a toll on it. Your head could easily pass, which meant that you wouldn't lose sight of the target. In fact, there he was, his fluffy white albino hair resting on the sofa, as he was lazily reading through paperwork.

And there you were, less than five steps away from him. You knew that the only way you could have the better of him was to catch him by surprise, before he could evoke his powerful Metallica. You prepared your body for another - and hopefully the last - metamorphosis. You closed you eyes, feeling the blood rushing through your veins. The moment had come. In a couple of minutes, the outcome of the fight would be decided: you were going to survive and kill the man responsible for your losing everything, or die trying.

"I'm glad to see that you're well, dear." You opened your eyes to meet his bright red irises and black sclera. The surprise made you part your lips. You wished you came up with a witty remark, or just say something, but you seemed incapable of speaking. You imagined you looked like a fish on dry land, your eyes wide open and gasping for air. Your heart also seemed to have stopped.

Risotto slowly got up from the sofa and turned his whole body around to face you. You instinctively turned your head and grabbed at your hood to pull it over your scarred face. Where has your determination gone? Now that your former lover - the man who got you killed - was standing in front of you, slowly approaching you as one would a scaredy wild animal, you felt your legs go week. Was he draining the iron out of your blood already?

He positioned himself in front of you and raised his hands to your wrists, which were still grasping at the hem of your hood. Your knuckles had turned white from the exertion. His warm hands enveloped your joints and slowly lowered your hands to your sides. He was so close that you could feel his scent linger between the two of you - a bitter hint of bergamot and the masculine fragrance of his shaving cream.

"Look at me", he ordered, his deep voice penetrating through your eardrums, vibrating in your head and making the tight knot in your chest feel heavier. You couldn't speak a word, so you just shook your head no, lowering your face as much as you could, your chin almost touching your chest. He called your name, sweetly, as he rose his hand to caress your cheek - the one without the scar. The contact sent shivers through your spine. It had been long since the last time someone had touched you so intimately. The last one who showed tenderness to you had been Risotto.

Then he almost got you killed. The rage that had been brewing for months finally erupted. You slapped his hand away and turned your back to him - admittedly not your smartest move - with clenched fists.

"How dare you?" When you spoke, your voice trembled and you cursed yourself for your weekness. You felt Risotto sigh. He called your name again, softly, almost pleading. "I had to make a choice".

His inadequate response only made you angrier. You turned around to face him, your hoodie falling down and uncovering your face. You say Risotto's eyes widen in surprise, then pity took the place of his astonishment. He unconsciously raised a hand almost to reach out to you, then let if fall back down to his side.

"It was either you, or Melone, Ghiaccio and Formaggio", he continued. You saw his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. "I couldn't let half of the squad die just to save you".

You felt yourself frown, a pained expression now distorting your face. You knew that he was right, you'd always known. His words had been your mantra for months after all. He did took the most appropriate path; in his position, you would've let yourself die too. The main issue was that if Risotto were to be in your place, though, and you in his, you would've never abandoned him. You knew that he did the right thing as a leader. But as a lover, he had failed you in more than one way. And your broken heart pained you more than any of the wounds you had suffered from: his feelings for you were not nearly as strong as yours towards him.

"I also knew that if someone could make it out alive, that person would be you", he added carefully. You shook your head once again, a laughing fit of disbelief about to erupt from your lips.

"And yet you never looked for me", you replied. Risotto lowered his head and took a step back, using the back of the sofa as a place to stand, gripping the edge with his hands.

"I did", he admitted finally. The silence between the two of you felt heavier than ever. Your ears were buzzing, almost as if you were about to faint. "I made myself invisible to infiltrate the hospital and came to visit you late at night", he continued. You swallowed, your throat as dry as the desert, your mouth parched and lips sealed together, waiting for him to continue. "Your medical reports stated that you had amnesia, due to a severe concussion", he explained.

You let out a dry cackle. "Either that, or I had to explain to the cops what was I doing in an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by explosive material."

Risotto nodded and couldn't hide the smirk on his lips. "I figured that out", he continued. Of course he did, which lead to a more complex question.

"Then why did you abandon me?" Your voice and choice of words betrayed your feelings much more than you had hoped for. Instead of accusatory, you sounded hurt, your voice cracking as your tone rose up to mark the question.

"I hoped that you would take this as an opportunity to disappear." His harsh and direct response made your heart sink into your stomach. He must've seen your expression, because he continued. "I know that you had no choice but to join Passione. You told me that if you could, you'd leave in a heartbeat." You felt dizzy, your knees almost giving up on you. You covered your face with both hands, as to protect yourself from any external input. Everything felt overwhelming: from the stupid TV show that was running on the screen, to the sound of the rain pouring down and hitting the glass windows. When did it start raining again?

"I-", you started, but your words froze in your throat. Two strong hands grabbed you by your wrists, uncovering your face. Then Risotto touched your chin and slowly lifted it up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. With his free hand, he traced the surface of your scar. He didn't seem repulsed, yet you shivered and closed your eyes, afraid that you would find disgust in his otherworldly eyes.

"The only thing I want is you", you finally managed to say. Risotto held his breath as soon as the meaning of your words settled in. He called your name one more time, sweeter than honey, as he moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you closer. You shook your head one more time and pushed him away. "But you don't love me", you accused him. "It didn't take you too long to get over me, did it?"

His hand was still stuck in mid-air, as if you hadn't moved, or as if he was caressing the ghost of you. Your words seemed to impact him, as he slowly let his hand down and lowered his head, not wanting to meet your eyes. You felt a painful pang of prideful victory when Risotto took his head in his hands. You surprised him, one up-ed him, yet between the two, you were the one slowly bleeding inside. A part of you had hoped that the woman he had taken home that day was no one: maybe a new team member, maybe a neighbor he had offered a ride to.

"I saw you", you continued, taking advantage of his moment of weakness to breach even further into his collected demeanor. He nodded slowly, his head still in his hands.

"Yeah", he managed to say. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes still not meeting yours. "She's-", he hesitated for a second, his lips pursed together and a frown forming a deep line between his eyebrows. Your mouth felt drier than the desert: you were not sure if you wanted to hear the rest.

"So", you continued. Your voice was trembling, in spite of your better intentions. "You abandoned me for dead. You knew I made it out alive, but didn't try to reach out to me. And now you're seeing someone else." He didn't move, he didn't say a word, which only made the fury building up inside of you grow even more nefarious. "That's the most complicated way to dump someone I've ever heard", you hissed between gritted teeth. Without letting him time to protest, you continued, speaking over his voice and ignoring his attempt to get closer to you. "You've ruined my life", you said. His eyes finally met yours. The pain and the pity you read in those red irises of his only made you want to scream into his face. "Made sure no one else would look at me without disgust in their eyes, let alone with desire", you continued, pointing at the scar on your face. "Then immediately started seeing someone else, after you've decided to cut any tie with me."

"I did what I thought was best for you", he finally said, calmly. In a fit of rage, you jumped at him, aiming for his face, your fist turned into a dark pool of ink. He dodged your attack, making sure he avoided any contact with your body, knowing far too well the effect of your Stand on others. He raised his hands and slowly moved away from you, as you continued to walk towards him, your rage distorting your features and obfuscating your thoughts. "I thought you wanted a normal life", he continued.

"All I wanted was you", you repeated like a broken record. He called your name once more, this time firmly, but you couldn't hear him. You made an attempt to close the distance between the two of you again, ready to hit him with all you've got, when a sharp pain to your left knee made you gasp audibly.

Risotto had used his Stand to envelop your joint with barbed wire. The striking pain forced you to back off, clumsily falling back on your ass. Months of rehabilitation had taken a toll on your combat abilities. All it took for Risotto to defeat you was one single attack.

The contact with the hard wooden floor made all your anger dissipate in thin air. You felt warm tears of humiliation running down your cheeks and you rapidly proceeded to wipe them off with the harsh fabric of your denim jacket. You kept looking at Risotto as he approached you, not even realising that the barbed wire had disappeared, leaving you with a pair of torn and bloody jeans. He had also used your blood to patch your wound up.

When he took you in his arms, cradling you like a baby, you started trembling, incapable of stopping the tears. He sat on the sofa, not letting you go, but pressing you even harder against his chest. He ignored your protests when he began caressing the scar on your face, as he peppered kisses on the top of your head.

"I'm sorry", he said.

You couldn't respond, for you weren't even sure of your own feelings in that moment. You felt ashamed, defeated, yet being once again in your former lover's arms made you experience a happiness that you had thought long gone.

As you slowly drifted to sleep in the warmth of that embrace, you heard Risotto's voice - more and more distant - saying "I'm sorry" once again.

Thank you for reading, if you got this far! See you next Monday: it's Abbacchio's turn to be an asshole.

#jjba #jjba fanfic #risotto nero x reader #jjba risotto nero #jjba part 5 #jjba x Reader #jjba angst #angst #oxtober

[dongiovannaswife]

I know most of the fandom thinks of Risotto as a huge Metallica fan (and I agree) but what if his second fav band is Rammstein? I could see him looking up concerts and pointing out just how great Till's pyrotechnics are.

#writing his blasting angst by rammstein <3 :) #risotto nero #jjba

[kattartsblog]

Dinner Time

Hoo boy, the angst is real. Ilona, 3 days after Risotto’s passing, their first meal alone was a TV dinner. Sometimes, they can still hear the echoes of La Squadra conversing with one another.

#my art #jjba #cw angst #tw angst #ilona liquirizia #jjba oc #after the golden wind #la squadra #melone #risotto nero #formaggio #illuso #ghiaccio #prosciutto #sorbet and gelato #sorlato #jjba pesci

[toasteaa]

All the things you tag as risele make me think of them as so so soft and cute,,, please talk about them more! And your art of Miele in her wedding dress!!!💞 Lovely.

I never know what to say about her because she's so different when compared to Ris but it's that difference that initially drew him towards her. She's not a fighter in the sense that she physically fights anyone. She can be soft spoken and timid, especially in new scenarios and situations. But her drive to be her own person, an individual in a world where everything seems to stay the same, it makes her a fighter in a different way.

And Risotto adores it.

Not in that "omg she's so precious" kind of way, but in a way that's carefully balanced between admiration and adoration. He sees Miele as her own individual person with her own thoughts and ideas and feelings - and it all started with an accidental meeting.

Risotto is an assassin. He doesn't really care for the law or the "ways of the world". But he isn't entirely heartless. Miele cracked that iron shell open bit by bit without him even noticing. By the time he had noticed, he was in way too deep. But he didn't care - not when he was feeling warmth, care, relief for the first time in years.

It's difficult to explain their relationship in just a few words, especially with everything that happens to them and between them but god...he really sees her as a solitary light in what felt like a never ending night. His own personal drop of sunlight on an otherwise cloudy day.

#toast talks #toastea ocs #miele lucciola #risotto nero #risele #I love them so much honestly #They're delightfully sweet and a wonderful slow burn #Feral at times #Seasoned with angst #The good stuff

[icerisotto]

⟡﹒ veleno ' ꒱

⌦ genre: angst.

⌦ type: oneshot.

⌦ status: finished.

⌦ couple: risotto﹢ ghiaccio﹢ prosciutto.

⌦ warnings: infidelity, suicide, unhealthy relationships, unfair power dynamics, forbidden love, divorce, broken marriage, alcoholism, lies, double-dating, mental instability, emotional manipulation, impossible love, broken promises, depression, age gap.

☆ plot:

Risotto and Prosciutto are a married couple. They retired from being criminals and started living the life of their dreams. However, their marriage is stuck in a tiring, vague routine. After everything they tried failed, the couple started cheating on each other in secret until something unexpected happened. Or, Risotto and Prosciutto find out they're cheating on each other with the same person.

★ where to read: here.

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #ghiaccio #prosciutto #risotto nero #ao3 writer #archive of our own #risoprosghia #risopro #ghiapros #prosghia #risoghia #ghiaris #risopros #angst #su1cide #depressing shit #tw depressing stuff #tw: death #polyamory #melone #illuso #jjba risotto #jjba ghiaccio #jjba prosciutto #ao3 link

[beneathashadytree]

Hi! I'm not sure if your write for the La squadra boys, specifically Risotto, Prosciutto, Illuso, and Melone, but if you dont this request could be for the Bucci boys as well!

HCs for the la squadra/bucci boys with an so who suffers with an eating disorder(making themselves throw up) and just being specific about health, constant exercise. But they found out through like hearing them do it.

If this is too much, you can slim it down however you like or simply ignore the request! <3

UNCONDITIONALLY - RISOTTO NERO AND BUCCI GANG X READER

Warnings : mentions of eating disorders, vomiting, this is obviously an AU where everyone is alive, in Giorno’s part he’s already Don, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst & fluff i think?

Word count : 2.3K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! I don’t write for La Squadra, but I do write for Risotto alone, so I went with the entirety of the Bucci gang along with him. Personally, I’ve had a very long, tiring struggle with eating disorders, and this felt like a good outlet. I hope you know, anon, that regardless of how tumultuous the path to recovery might be, you will always have people that support your step-by-step achievements and offer you endless support💗 Hope you enjoy this!🥰

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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Risotto berated himself more than he’d care to admit

He’d always been so perceptive, always picking up on the subtlest of details

Especially concerning his beloved, to whom he paid near-constant attention to, regardless of what he was currently doing

So the fact that he had failed to connect the dots had shame swelling in his stomach

He’d chalked up their concern for their health as just that—being healthy

Something he obviously found important and even a wonderful habit and lifestyle to have

Having a healthy sleep schedule, regular checkups, and exercising daily were great things in his opinion that he even encouraged them to maintain

How he failed to notice their contradictory weakness and frailty as time went on, he had no idea

And hearing them heaving in the locked bathroom after a hearty meal shared over the candlelight had the stand user rooted by his feet, unsure for the first time in his life

He had no idea how to react, almost stunned in place

Risotto decided not to interrupt this, lest they panic

Instead, he carefully planned out a day in which they were both free (a difficult thing to find, considering how demanding being members of the Italian mafia was), and had them spend it at home

His approach of the topic was tentative, but his voice was firm and as reassuring as it was deep

Though he loathed to imagine how long this had been happening, he understood that perhaps he could nudge them in the direction of opening up to him and discussing this

Regardless of whether or not they spoke of they divulged any details, his loving and caring gaze wouldn’t waver for a second as he’d provide them the safe space that always was in his arms

Awkward as he might have been with how openly affectionate he was being, he’d prefer that a million times over than abandoning them in their time of need

He’d make it so they could always rely on him to support them on the road to eventual recovery

After all, their happiness and health would always remain his number one priority

Given how responsible and emotionally intelligent Bruno always has been, it’s almost impossible to imagine him not noticing that something was rather odd concerning his beloved’s behavior

Leading a healthy life was something he’d always encouraged, and he himself loved to join in on their morning runs whenever he could, breathing in the salty air of Napoli that always lingered

However, having them weakly smile over their lunch dates and rush to the bathroom afterwards had major red flags popping in his mind

They often excused it as being caused by “too much grease” or “coming down with something”, but Bruno knew all too well that the restaurants he chose were the finest in town, and that their supposed illness would’ve been apparent through other symptoms

So he was well aware that it was a deeper, more complex struggle that he just wasn’t sure how to bring up without seeming tactless

A couple of weeks after he’d come to the realization, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, his worry and compassion winning over as he walked in on them unwinding on a mission-free weekend

With his warm palms encasing theirs and his heart clearly worn on his sleeve, he then smiled gently at them before he even broached the topic

And they already knew what was coming, having known their lover that well, and having been aware of how sharp he was

Still, it was far better to cry their heart out in his embrace than to force the words down and keep their troubles locked away

He couldn’t promise to be a magical cure, but he could vow to remain supportive throughout their way to wellness once again

Now, Abbacchio runs rather hot-headed, and his passion and emotions often cloud his judgment (though his squad members have often quelled that inferno)

Though normally perceptive on the job, sometimes his muddled emotions caused him to misinterpret or overlook certain points, and the odd habits his lover adopted weren’t an exception to that

At first, he thought that it was mere anxiety or restlessness that had them seeking out more exercise regimens and detailed schedules for sleep and eating, and he even thought that these were healthy coping mechanisms

At least, better than his, which consisted of nursing a bottle of hard liquor

Then, he began to grow slightly indignant when they flat-out refused to have weekly dinner nights that usually consisted of hearty meals and tender moments

And once they did agree, they would leave halfway and spend quite some time in the restaurant bathroom

Feeling a little wounded that they were seemingly eager to cut down on their bonding time, Leone directly confronted them about their disappearances, eyebrows furrowed as he did

Mistaking his concealed hurt for disappointment in them, they couldn’t help but sniffle and admit the truth behind their struggle

And though guilt churned in his stomach at the thought of having possibly pushed them without even being the slightest bit aware of the situation, he worked on schooling his expression to one of calmness

Nothing but patience and love in his expression as he listened, they knew that his close proximity to them and his violet eyes trained on them showed just how much he cared

His was a silent vow to lend an ear and a heart whenever they wanted to fall back on him on the journey to recovery

Mista’s motto to live fast and die young had long been accepted as something unique to only him, and he knew that it certainly wasn’t for everyone

So seeing his darling fretting over their health and trying their best to keep themself in top shape was something he thought was perfectly normal, even a good sign

Them exercising regularly just meant that they could use that as an excuse to shower together often (something he was particularly fond of)

Any other symptoms were extremely well-hidden from him, as they knew just how much the sharp-shooter paid attention to his surroundings

And when it came to them specifically, Mista was ten times as attentive and cautious, given how caring he was as a lover

He only found out when he happened to stumble upon them—quite literally too

Waking up mid-nap with a desperate urge to pee, he blearily walked over to the bathroom, swinging the half-closed door open and nearly tripping over their figure curled up on the floor

With a quick glance to the toilet and their sickly state, it didn’t take long for him to figure out what they’d been doing

However, it was only after they momentarily panicked and tried to apologize for letting their eating disorder get out of hand did his heart sink as he understood

Mista had had no idea, and the revelation had him earnestly rushing to stop them from apologizing, firmly telling them that they shouldn’t feel sorry

Though he admitted he had little to no experience with this, he could offer his unyielding emotional support

Only after their tears had ceased and he’d pulled them up to brush their teeth did be grin reassuringly and ruffle their hair, knowing he’d never let them face their struggles on their own

Now Giorno is far too perceptive and smart to not notice all the little signs

And given the fact that he’s particularly invested in collecting knowledge, he’s almost certainly well-read on the topics of mental health, eating disorders, and the human psyche in general

The only reason why he hadn’t noticed this time was because he’d been completely swamped with work

Becoming the Don was far from easy, and required way too much paperwork and time spent away from his beloved

Though he always felt awful about that fact, he couldn’t just drop everything and rush to their side (as much as he would love to do that)

So they were able to keep their obsession with their health and their rushes to the bathroom after every meal to throw it back up a secret for a while

He found out on a day on which he intended to surprise them with him being at home for a much-needed and missed date night

Coming right after lunch time, he frowned as he found them gripping the toilet bowl and throwing up

Concern evident on his face, he was quick to help them clean the toilet and wash up, gentle hands silently guiding them through as exhaustion marked their face

He settled them under the bed with him, tucking them into his chest and using Gold Experience to conjure up a garland of gentle-smelling lavender flowers

The soothing effect was almost instantaneous, and soon they found themself admitting to their struggle with food and health

Despite feeling his heart being squeezed at the very thought of them having gone through so much without having him by their side, he was ever the good listener and only offered comforting hums and encouraging gazes the entire time

Squeezing their hands with that familiar determined look on his face, they knew that things would change from now on

Should they stumble and fall a million times, Giorno would always be there to help them dust themself off and move forwards

Fugo always took things to heart very easily, and more often than not let his passions take the reins

Though he was a brilliant man, he tended to act first and then reflect later, something he often despised about himself

His lover’s actions were not all that subtle to him, and he couldn’t help that slight twinge of anger that formed in his chest

After all, he couldn’t understand it himself—why hadn’t they come to him?

Was he not that worthy of a confidant? Was he not around enough for them to trust in him being there for them? Did they take him for an idiot who wouldn’t piece things together and understand the whole picture?

He knew that it wasn’t merely them “staying healthy” when they worked themself to the bone with their strenuous exercise regimens

And really, how stupid did he have to be to not realize the real reason behind them knocking back their chair mid-meal to dash to the bathroom?

The way they looked away whenever he piled more food on their plate when he cooked for date night wasn’t something they hid well either

In all honesty, he felt rather insulted that they thought they were doing a good job hiding it all

So when they emerged from the bathroom one time after snacking while watching a rented movie, he had a frown on his face and absentmindedly got short with them

Finally snapping, he sighed and told them that he knew all along what was going on

It wasn’t easy, hearing him phrase it that way, and so they could help but tear up at his unwittingly harsh words

Fugo’s expression instantly softened, a deep feeling of shame mixed with guilt settling in his bones

With only one glance at them, he could tell that this truly had nothing to do with him, and all to do with their own struggle with their eating disorder

He felt embarrassed to have taken it personally; how selfish that was of him!

Slowly pulling them into a gentle embrace, he softly apologized to them, explaining how his mindset had led him to drawing up these conclusions

It was a heavy talk that would play a major role in affecting their relationship, but it was far better to communicate and express companionship and understanding than to let these feelings fester and continue braving things alone

After all, clumsy as his approach often was, his love for them wasn’t questionable

Narancia would be none the wiser the entire time his darling hid this from him

It wasn’t that he was neglectful, or that he was inattentive

It’s just that he simply found his attention scattering in the wind, and he generally struggled to focus on minor details that aren’t blatantly obvious

So if they weren’t to outright say that they’re struggling with an eating disorder, he would never notice—especially not with them actively trying to hide it from him

It was easy to cover up them rushing to the toilet mid-eating, or them flat-out refusing to snack with him as they lounged off-mission, or even waking up earlier than he did to go on morning runs

In a rather ironically funny turn of events, he only found out the truth because he’d been desperate enough to barge into the bathroom while they’d left the door ajar as they vomited into the toilet bowl

The sight had erased all thoughts of base needs from his head as his heart plummeted to his feet

At first, he thought that they had fallen ill, and his primary instinct was to instantly ask if they needed a doctor right now, panic taking over his features momentarily as it often did whenever the topic of illness and disease was brought up

When an embarrassed look made its way on their face and they seemingly found no reason to lie and hide anymore, they confessed to the truth of their struggle with food and health

If Narancia’s initial reaction had been frantic, then his reaction when they told him was heartbroken to say the least

He’d always been one to feel things very deeply when it came to the people he cared about and their struggles, and it was doubled when it came to his lover

Not to mention the fact that he felt horrible, knowing that he’d been completely blind to what had been going on for weeks

He instantly teared up, wearing his heart on his sleeve as he almost always did, and made sure to help them clean up and settle on their living room couch afterwards

With his arms wrapped tightly around them and their back to his chest, he had no intention of letting them go any time soon

Small apologies mumbled into their neck as he blinked back his tears, he vowed to always remain by their side and be their safe space, now that he knew everything about their eating disorder

No matter how turbulent their recovery journey would be, he’d never hesitate to offer his endless love and support for them

Taglist: @blondeboyfriend @mrsgiovanna @boorishbrambling

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[rae-pss]

I know la squadra's shared s/o is kept a secret within Passione for their safety, but one day some lower member caught them with the group or one of them.

This lead to them getting kidnapped for revenge or flirting with them cause they're all jealous on how the most despised team in Passione get to share a s/o

— RAE'S NOTE; oh my lord (👁👁). i like the angst this one could lead to...

this couldn't be happening. no, please, it had to be a joke, a very bad one.

the scene in what was once a quiet space that served as a lounge for the renowned, and disowned, group of hit men known as la squadra di esecuzione, had turned into a real disaster.

however, the disaster was not obvious at first glance, it really wasn't at all.

the room, illuminated only by a few lighted lamps, was dead; the most terrifying silence ruled it completely. all the members, nine men that each one oftheir own made anyone terrify, sunk in the gloomiest of deadly silences.

on the center table, a glass table not very high, was full of various photos. polaroid images taken over several days, weeks and even months, which were mainly focused on a single person.

—what are we going to do…?

pesci asked uncertainly, his green orbs falling mainly on the two most authority figures in the room; mainly in his fratello prosciutto and then in that of the head of the group, risotto nero. noth men's faces with an expression of complete seriousness.

—isn't it obvious?

ghiaccio, who –surprising coming from him– was calm, began to speak. although everyone knew that right now, both he and the rest were a time bomb which, each with their respective remaining time, was about to explode.

the scenario was simple, as simple as it was unnerving for the nine men. it seems that during the last few months someone has intercepted them along with a certain someone, someone they wanted out of their world as much as possible; however, life is never the way you want it to be, much less in their field of work.

someone seemed to have seen them, on multiple occasions, with that one person, which led to what none of them wanted to happen.

—they've been kidnapped…

the murmur of disbelief that came from formaggio's lips revealed how complicated the situation was. and it's that, if the photos of them didn't deceive -which they surely did not-, someone had kidnapped them and kept them locked up in who knows where.

a soft, but efficient blow was given in the table, leading the men present there to startle before directing each and every one of their glances to whoever hit the table with his clenched fist.

—melone and ghiaccio, find the ip of all their devices plus check the security cameras close by. formaggio and illuso, both to their apartment to see if there's any possible trace we can follow. prosciutto, pesci, sorbet and gelato try to find out who the kidnappers might have been.

as always, the voice of reason in the group spoke loud and clear. risotto's bloodshot eyes locked on his companions one by one as their names escaped his lips, making it clear to them what they had to do.

—we're going to find them and make whoever kidnapped them suffer until their last breath.

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[mink-place]

La squadra finding their s/o dead after a mission?

Sure! Hope this is okay, dear anon! I made it kinda like headcanons but scenarios(? Idk, it's too long lol

Also, I didn't put Illuso bc it's hard to me to write for him, but if you want Illuso just ask me and I'll do it! (Prosciutto it's a lil ooc)

La Squadra Di Esecuzione finding their s/o dead after a mission

Tw: death, angst.

Risotto Nero

He was worried about his partner, they didn't answer his calls on the last hour, they were sent to a mission and they were supposed to call when they had finished it.

Telling Prosciutto to watch the base and getting on the car of Ghiaccio he drove to the location of the mission.

He entered onto the building, looking that it was destroyed, dust floating in the air on a fog and debris on the floor.

He was quiet while looking for someone, maybe the enemy where still there. But then he saw an arm under a piece of ceiling.

His eyes opened wide, but still tried to keep as quiet as he could while approaching the body who now he recognized at his partner.

He moved the piece of ceiling above them, looking their fragile body covered in blood, their torn clothes and finally their face, eyes empty and their half open mouth, all covered in sweat, dust and blood.

His heart was racing as he picked up his s/o on his lap, with one of his hands he hoped of them to have pulse or be breathing, even if it was a little bit. But they weren't.

For a while he kept on there, kneed with his s/o on his lap, looking to their eyes, as if they were going to move again.

He didn't have the privilege to cry, he couldn't cry, he needed to get to the base and just get over it, but he knew it wouldn't be that easy.

“I failed for you, as your partner and as your capo.” he murmurs to them, knowing that they won't hear him.

“I'm... Sorry.” he stands up with them on his arms and slowly goes back to the car, not looking back to the building.

During the drive back to the base he has a blank expression, knowing that when he arrives he's not Risotto, he's the capo, and he has to behave like one even on the tougher moments.

He gets to the base, gets out of the car and picks them up again. Enters in the base, where all of La Squadra are waiting for him sitting on the main room.

“Risotto, how-” Prosciutto it's the first to talk when he sees his capo, but when he sees their partners body on his arms he just frozes on his place.

Everyone is quiet, Risotto looks at everyone with his same expression as always, even if his glare is almost blank.

“(Name) has died on their mission.” he just says, Pesci is almost on tears and everyone else is frozen. “We have to bury them and finish what they didn't.”

“Are you alright, capo?” Formaggio asks, with a worried look.

“Don't worry about me.”

He is devastated inside, but he has to be a comfort, to be strong for his teammates, if he trembles, everyone and everything will crash down.

He probably won't have any partner in a future, he doesn't want to experiment another loss.

He also becomes a more serious capo, he just wants all his teammates to be safe, but he thinks that now he'll fail to protect them too.

Prosciutto

He was with them on the mission, but he separed of them to search the enemy, both according to call the other if they encountered the enemy.

After a while he didn't find the enemy, so he was about to call his partner, but he saw a missing call of his partner. Damning himself for not have listened to it.

He ran to where his s/o was searching and then he saw them, laying on the floor with wounds all over their body and a piece of what seemed like a metal tube through their stomach.

He gulped, feeling his heart on his throat and his hands sweating, he was trembling as he approached his s/o body, looking so degraded, their soullesse eyes looking at nowhere.

“(Name)? (Name) please...” he called them while kneeling down to catch their head on his chest, taking their pulse and their breathing, but none of them where there. “Come on! Stand up, we have to get to a hospital!” he was terrified for once “STAND UP!” he yelled, but they didn't.

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes strongly to not cry, knowing that it was his fault for not have listened to his phone when they called him.

Breathing deep, he stood up, leaving their body there and walking away to calm himself before calling Risotto to let him know that they have died.

“I'm sorry, Prosciu-”

“You don't have to.” he interrumpts his capo. “Come to get them, I have to finish the mission.”

He swallows his tears to find the person who killed his love and make them pay, for his pride and his lover's pride.

He runs to find their killer and when he finds them he also kills them, finding himself crying when he has finished.

“We finished the mission.” he whispers to the sky, as if they were going to hear him.

When he finally stops crying he gets to the base covered in blood, of the enemy and of his partner, Pesci is the one to approach him and asks him if he's okay.

Prosciutto keeps as his normal self, but know is more protective over Pesci, he needs to protect him like he didn't with his partner

Doesn't allow himself to cry anymore, he has to be strong, and he will.

Also, he will feel kinda afraid to be on a relationship again.

Pesci

He and his partner where on a building, both fighting on different places of the building to different enemies. He managed to kill his enemy, but then he heard an screaming from some place of the building.

He ran through the floors, searching for his s/o's enemy, thinking that the enemy was the one who screamed in pain and feeling really proud of himself and his partner.

He arrived to the first floor, where he stopped when he saw a blood river peeking from one of the rooms.

“(Name)? I have killed one of them! Do you need help with the other?” he entered to the room, happy to help his love, but he fell to his knees when he encountered his partner bleeding out on the floor with a big injury on their stomach and both of their legs torn.

“P-please, wake up, you have to... Don't leave me.” he cried while crawling to his s/o, feeling his heart ache on his chest.

He caught them on his arms, hugging them not caring of getting blood on himself. Pesci sobbed on their dead body, feeling useless and devastated, he should have been with them, maybe like that they wouldn't have died.

When he feels a little better, at least to talk properly, he calls Prosciutto, informing of the situation. Prosciutto goes to the place he is with the capo, Risotto will take care of the body while Prosciutto goes with him to find the other enemy.

Prosciutto will be a little rude with Pesci just to make him swallow his sadness to finish the mission, but when they kill the enemy Prosciutto comforts him and lets him cry on his shoulder if he needs to.

Pesci will be really sad and will be afraid to have another partner because he thinks they'll die too and he won't be capable of protect them.

He'll “talk” to his partner looking up to the sky on the moments he feels really sad and needs comfort.

Formaggio

He was with his s/o on a mission, but after a slip, he lost them, but he thought they were okay without him so he focused on looking for the enemy.

He found it, yeah, but exactly when the enemy was kicking the death body of his partner, he was shocked, but reacted fast enough to use his stand with the enemy.

He made them small enough to crash their bones by stepping on his arms or legs, watching them scream in pain while half crying and cursing them for killing his s/o.

“You fucking bastard, you...” he kept stepping on their body even if they were already dead.

After calming himself he goes with the dead body of his s/o, kneeling beside them and picking their body.

“Come on, babe, please wake up. You can do it, I'm sure you can...” he'll take a bit to assume thst they're dead, but when he does he calls Risotto to inform that the mission is done, but their partner was dead.

He'll try to get over it as soon as possible and keep being the same Formaggio as always, but it's obvious that he's devastated inside.

In the end he'll accept that his partner is no longer there and will continue with his life, maybe even get other partner.

Ghiaccio

He was sent to look for his partner because they didn't answer the calls of Risotto nor inform about the mission.

He arrived the location on his car and he saw something laying on the ground, it was a person.

Ghiaccio got out of the car to see who was there, maybe it was the enemy, but then he recogniced thar the person was his s/o.

While screaming italian curses he approached his s/o to check their state, they had a lot of big wounds on their body who were still bleeding, their clothes torned and covered in blood and dust from the ground.

He'll inform the capo that the mission is a total failure between curses, but he kinda calms down to inform that his partner is dead.

He will left his s/o there to search for the enemy and kill them, he isn't angry or sad, he's shocked, he doesn't know how to feel.

After killing the enemy he'll return with his s/o, now that the capo has arrived to get rid of the body.

“Maybe this is hard for you, Ghiaccio.” he'll try to empathize with him.

“I... Don't know.” he will help to get rid of the body, but his mind is blank, he can't really assume that his partner is dead, at least for a while.

It's hard for him to have another partner, mostly because he doesn't think that love is something that he needs.

Will get over it after some time, but until then his fits of rage will be worse and more often.

He just needs some time, that's it.

Melone

He was near the location his partner was, because he was looking for them to help the mission, but they didn't answer his calls and that's why he got his motorcycle and drove to their location.

When he arrives he's really careful to try and not alert the enemy that someone else is there, will try to contact his partner again, but again, they don't answer.

By walking around he finally finds them, but not on the state he wanted, they were hanged on a wall with something through their chest.

He'll put them down to the ground and check them, they were bleeding out long time ago and they didn't have pulse or were breathing, so he confirmed they were dead.

Calmly he'll call the base to inform of the situation, he knows that those are things that happens when you work at a mafia, so he tries to remain as calm as possible.

Knowing that Risotto will arrive to get rid of the body, he'll try to get the mission finished, he doesn't want to seem insensitive, but he expected them to die.

When he has finished the mission he'll go back to the base, at this time Risotto had took care of his dead partner.

He'll remain as before the incident, but a little less eccentric, he seems like he's not affected by their dead but he just accepted it when he saw their body so it's not hard to him to get over it.

Maybe he'll get another partner, but it's not sure.

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[maladaptivedongdreamer]

October? More like Oxtober.

Since I have been trying to get back to writing, I considered using Kinktober as an opportunity to do so. But the idea of writing smut only didn’t appeal much to me. You know what I like writing, though? Angst. Inspired by some angsty songs heavily featured in most of my playlists, here is what I’ve come up with.

1. Animosity; Risotto Nero x Reader (03.X.2022).

“It's killing me again

I replay it in my head when I'm alone

I hope that you're alone now

It's not me, it's you

The one who never got a clue

Drown in your guilt

If karma doesn't hit you, then I will”.

 2. Scar Tissue; Leone Abbacchio x Reader (10.X.2022).

"Scar tissue that I wish you saw 

Sarcastic mister know it all

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause

With the birds I'll share

With the birds I'll share

this lonely viewin'."

3. Cassandra Gemini: Multi Spouse Wounds; PB!Dio x Reader (17.X.2022).

“No there's no light

In the darkest of your furthest reaches.“

4. Foolish Games; Bruno Bucciarati x Reader (24.X.2022).

"Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else 

Somebody who gave a damn.”

5. Happiness is a Butterfly; Leone Abbacchio x Reader (31.X.2022).

“I said, "Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi" Sitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat, ooh I just wanna dance with you.“

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[kattartsblog]

Rated: M

Warnings: Angst, Death, and Violence

Ilona Liquirizia has been brought to La Squadra’s base of operations, aka Risotto’s apartment.

“Not to question your judgment Risotto, but are you sure that bringing them into your place is a good idea?” Risotto didn’t answer, he knew that Ilona’s raw power would be useful to his team. The 3 of them walked for a bit till they reached a shabby little apartment building in a narrow alleyway. This apartment building acted as the hitman team’s base, but on the second floor was Risotto’s personal suite. Risotto dug into his pocket for a set of keys and unlocked the door. Realizing that he wasn’t going to answer his question, Prosciutto darted a suspicious look towards Ilona, “You better not cause trouble, you understand?” Ilona nodded, they were still uneasy about being picked up off the street by two scary men. “It’s going to rain soon, I better get going.”

“Ciao, see you tomorrow for the team meeting.” Risotto said as he waved goodbye to Prosciutto.

Ilona was welcomed into Risotto’s small white walled apartment. There wasn’t much space but they were glad to not be sleeping in the streets anymore. A faint smell of fancy cigars and alcohol was in the air, a cold chill ran through making Ilona shiver. They untied their old school uniform jacket and put it on to keep warm. Risotto motioned Ilona to follow him down a small hallway to a selection of brown doors with dull gold knobs, he began to point to the one at the very end of the hallway. “That’s my room, and over to the left is my personal office. Do not ever go into these rooms without my permission. If I’m in there just knock. Got it?” Ilona nodded, Risotto then pointed to a set of doors on the right, “The one with the large knife slash on the door is the bathroom. Everyone who comes to visit uses it from time to time, just be extra careful. Oh and the door next to it is a bedroom for Sorbet and Gelato, you’ll meet them eventually. Finally that’s a guest room, you’re not staying in that one but just know people tend to stay overnight.” Ilona didn’t say a word but seemed to be understanding, Risotto could tell that they were anxiously awaiting the reveal on where they would sleep.

Risotto guided Ilona to a door to the right closest to where they were standing, it was painted white, camouflaged by the rest of the wall and had a steel door knob to differentiate it from the others. Opening this door revealed a small pink room with a dusty cream carpet floor. The only furniture inside were; a wooden brass desk, a small twin size bed, and something covered by a large cloth sheet. “Before this place was ours, a family had said to have lived here but were evicted by la famiglia's loan sharks. This was their daughter’s room, at least according to some of the photos that were left behind near the vanity.” Ilona gingerly lifted the sheet off of the vanity and had revealed small picture frames that carried pictures of a happy family. Ilona caressed one of the frames then placed it back on the vanity, they were silently scanning the perimeter for anything disturbing but found nothing. They looked at Risotto, “This room is for me?” Risotto placed a hand on their shoulder, “Yes, make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, I’ll be organizing paperwork in my office.” And with that Risotto left for his office, closing the door behind him.

Ilona flopped onto the bed and was enveloped by the comfortable softness of the mattress, unlike the rest of the apartment the sheets and pillows smelled like faded lavender perfume. Kicking off their shoes, Ilona jumped at the opportunity to go under the blankets and rest. It had been a few weeks since they had slept on a proper bed. The rain outside began to transition from a drizzle to something harder, Ilona began to think of Prosciutto in this harsh weather. Hoping the stiff blonde made it back home safely. They began to wonder of the possible other folk Risotto had mentioned that came to stay. Nervously, Ilona turned their body to the left, shuffling in their blankets. They saw a small closet with a wooden folding door, curiosity striked as they rolled out of bed to cautiously walk to the closet.

Ilona slowly opened the door and inside were a lot of miscellaneous items; an old toy chest, a record player with a vinyl of Talking Heads’ Little Creatures, and a small envelope with “To Giacomo” written on it. Ilona tried to open the envelope, but their paws were much too big to open the tiny flap. Gingerly, they used their claws like tweezers in order to finally reveal a pink piece of paper inside. “Giacomo, I’m sorry but I couldn’t stand it. Your involvement with Passione has put us at risk. Just the other day I had picked up Natalia from her friend’s house, and their father who I have never met said that he knew you. Last night, I found a large wad of cash in your office with a note saying “fratello”! I don’t know what you are doing but I know that what you’re doing is dangerous. I’m going to my mother's with our daughter. It’s over. - Fiore”. Ilona grew concerned at what they had read, and then cautiously opened the toy chest. Inside was an old wedding veil, a stuffed toy dog, a stuffed toy cat, and what looked like a child’s drawing that said “To papa, Natalia”.

A small wave of sadness wafted in Ilona’s chest. They felt bad that Natalia wouldn’t be able to have a father figure in her life, she would be all alone and maybe feel a bit angry that she’ll never see her papa again. Assuming the man was dead of course. The gears in Ilona’s mind began to turn. Passione, a criminal organization that had their own greedy goals in mind and would do anything at all for it. But at the same time, something about Risotto didn’t entirely fit that image. Suddenly Ilona’s paws began to shake, a realization had finally dawned on them. If Passione is so dangerous, why would they actively want Ilona? What have they gotten themselves into?

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