Hi dolcezza! I have loved your blog for so long and appreciate all of your hard work. I noticed back in April there was sudden static on your blog, is everything ok? I’m just worried! I hope everything is ok and that one day you will return!
Hi there! Aw, thank you for your concern, but please don't worry, I'm fine!^^ I’m sorry that my hiatus was kinda sudden and unannounced, but I was busy with studying for exams all this time and the stress was mainly the reason why I didn't have much motivation for writing sadly ;v;
(Also, I'm usually a lot more active on my art blog! drawing is easier and more relaxing for me than writing is)
However, I miss writing stories and I really wanna return back here and work on requests again when I have more free time! There were quite some fun ones which have been sitting in my drafts for a while now and I'll try to get them finished soon!
Thank you so much for your sweet ask~ <3
When request are open again are you comfortable with writing about a T1 diabetic reader (including needles, blood, and giving insulin) only if you're comfortable with it -🦑
Hi there! :D I generally don't have any problems with writing about needles and blood, however I fear that I don't really know much about the topic at hand, so you'd probably have to specify what you want me to write once I open requests again. thank you!
”Heyy so idk if you write n s f w but if you do....could I have some kink headcanons for la Squadra pwetty please? What kinks do they have? uwu” - asked by anon
Another old request, I'm sorry for the wait! Well, I tried to write the lewd...I can't tell if it's any good or not tho, sorry! xD
(WARNING! This is going into 18+ territory, so please proceed carefully when viewing the read more! I'll tag this is as “spicy owo” since it contains n / s // f / w// content.)
Risotto Nero:
Unsurprisingly when considering his rather...bold choice of fashion, Risotto is into BDSM. He'd totally dom the hell out of his lover if they showed interest in wanting to participate with his kink, but he also doesn't mind being on the receiving end of pain. Partly due to his job and also his Stand, Risotto has developed quite the high pain tolerance and he'd love to explore his limits together with a consenting partner.
Apart from leather, whips and handcuffs in the bedroom, he also enjoys blood- and knifeplay.
Prosciutto:
Prosciutto likes to play a dominant role between the sheets and similar to Risotto, he's also into BDSM, albeit not as much as his superior.
He totally gets off when his lover addresses him as 'Sir', 'Signore', 'Master' or even 'Daddy', it gives him a certain feeling of power. With that said, he's also into teasing his partner a lot.
Looooves seeing his love in sinful lingerie, especially when he is the one that bought it for them.
Formaggio:
Formaggio enjoys petplay, especially when it involves having his lover dressed up in cat ears, tail and a cute bell collar. He'll gush about how cute they are and scratch their chin, bonus points if they make purring noise because it drives him absolutely wild.
Food play is also another favorite kink of his, he loves when he can get his lover moaning using his tongue to lap up whipped cream off their body.
Illuso:
Maybe it's because of his Stand that Illuso has developed a voyageur kink. Pretty much everyone in his squad is aware of it, that's why they make sure to cover every mirror before proceeding to indulge in any kind of sexual pleasure.
Aside from watching other people getting it on or even his own lover playing with themself, Illuso also enjoys tying up his partner, he's pretty good at practicing shibari.
Pesci:
Pesci is pretty inexperienced and thus not even aware of most kinks out there. He's just really vanilla overall, but would be open to try out new stuff if he has a partner that he can trust. However, he definitely doesn't want anything evolving pain in any sort of way, the thought of hurting his lover or being hurt himself just scares him rather than sparking arousal.
Melone:
A very creative individual when it comes to spicing up one's sex life. Melone has an array of different kinks, frankly too many to list them all, and he's open for pretty much anything his partner would desire.
Most notable however is his breeding/pregnancy kink as well as creampies. There's just something alluring about filling up his lover and watching his seed dripping out of them, it gets him incredibly horny (not that this is very hard thing to do, Melone gets horny quite easily).
Ghiaccio:
Even if it might not be as obvious as it is with Pesci, Ghiaccio hasn't had that much sexual experience either. He is overall pretty rough and the only real thing he has ever tried is temperature play, making his fingers ice cold with his Stand power.
Ghiaccio has a big praise kink too. Having his partner telling him that he did a great job or how good he is at making them come undone just makes his face flushed red and he becomes a hundred times more enthusiastic.
i really love this blog! can you please write something about la squadra having a short s/o? maybe they’re around 5’1 or something? thank you!
(I’m on the shorter side as well, so I can write with plenty of experience xD
Also quick info for everyone who doesn’t use inches but metres like me: 5’1 equals ~1.55m)
Risotto Nero:
Risotto is a tall guy. VERY tall. His s/o feels incredibly tiny (even more so than usual) when standing next to him for they barely reach up to his navel. Their big size difference makes Risotto pretty protective of his s/o too.
Kissing is a bit of a problem due to the size difference, but it’s nothing the two wouldn’t be able to handle: Risotto just picks his small s/o up like it’s nothing so that he can better reach their lips.
Prosciutto:
His protective side totally overtakes whenever he’s around his cute small s/o and he often teases them about their short height or pats them on the head.
However, Prosciutto is the only one allowed to make fun of his s/o’s size. He gets irritated if he catches another person genuinely joking about their height and often a warning glare from him is enough to silence any mean spirited comments.
Pesci:
His s/o is so short compared to him and while he finds that so very endearing and cute, he also fears for their safety because he is afraid that they he could accidentally hurt his little s/o with his strength or maybe even lose them in a crowd.
He’d also frequently offer to give his s/o piggyback rides.
Formaggio:
Well, he has the power of shrinking due to his Stand, so he knows first hand what it’s like to be tiny. With that said…he absolutely loves his small s/o! They are just so cute and adorable, especially when they try on one of his jackets and just swim in them due to the size difference, the sight pretty much melts Formaggio’s heart.
Illuso:
He is very tall too, almost as tall as Risotto. However, Illuso takes great pleasure in teasing his small s/o on every possible occasion.
When they try to reach an object that’s high up on a cupboard for example and their fingers still don’t even come close to reach it, Illuso will swoop in with that smug grin of his plastered on his face and gets the thing his love tried to grab with a sneering “Must be tough to be so small, huh?”
However, he would be lying if he didn’t admit that he find his short s/o incredibly cute.
Melone:
Melone loooves just wrapping his arms around his cute little s/o from behind to lift them up in the air, snickering at their protests and silencing them with a sweet kiss. He also gushes a lot about their short height and teasingly states that they might be the reason he developed a bit of a size kink…
Ghiaccio:
He isn’t all too tall himself compared to most other guys in his squad and so having a s/o that’s even way smaller than him is so nice?? Every time he takes their hands into his Ghiaccio marvels at how tiny their hands are compared to his. Loves being the big spoon in their relationship and how nicely his short s/o fits into his hugs.
I just read your roles. And. English isn't your native language? I thought it was! I don't think I've ever seen you make a gramatical error in these headcanons ever! Also. If you don't mind asking. What is your native language? (If you don't mind answering that question. You don't have to.)
Oh wow, thank you so much! I gotta say that reading and writing fanfiction really helped me getting a better grasp of the English language overall.
La Squadra being single dads after s/o is killed in battle and after sometime their child asks about s/o?
Everybody get on the angst train and make sure you hold on tight, cuz it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!
(….but honestly, writing this got me so sad too ;v;)
Risotto Nero:
This was the thing he had always feared. The exact same reason why he had been hesitant to have a family in the first place.
The excruciating pain of his s/o’s death felt just like when his beloved cousin got killed all this years ago, the event that had driven Risotto into the vile hands of Italy’s underworld and into Passione’s ranks.
Risotto had sworn himself to never open his heart to another person again, he simply couldn’t allow himself to become vulnerable in this line of work. His heart should have stayed closed right then and there, cold and alone and locked behind heavy chains of iron, and yet it had happened again…he had given away the key only for fate to come and rob him of his light again.
However, his love’s sacrifice shouldn’t be in vain. They had gifted him the greatest joy in his life - his child - and he was determined to keep them safe at whatever cost.
One day, Risotto’s child asks him about his s/o, wanting to know more about the parent that had passed away way too soon.
He’d be gentle with them, telling his kid more about his s/o albeit the sorrow of his loss making it hard for Risotto to remain a calm façade.
Prosciutto:
He is…devastated. Utterly devastated.
Whenever Prosciutto sees his child – with their eyes the exact same colour as his deceased love - a fierce wave of sadness floods his mind. It hurts so much to be reminded of those eyes, this loving glance from his beloved s/o he will never ever see again in his life.
Wasn’t he supposed to protect his lover? To keep both them and his dear child out of harm’s way? Isn’t that what he promised on the day his child was born?
No, but he failed. His s/o was dead, mercilessly killed in battle, and there was nothing he could do.In the back of his head he knew that in this line of work, death would come sooner more than later, but this…it was just too cruel.
His loss changed Prosciutto: It slowly becomes apparent to the others when he starts coming to work late with his hair disheveled and his stained shirt messily tucked in his pants, his killings are sloppy, his gaze unfocused and the smell of alcohol seems to always trail behind him in its atrocious tenacity – in short, he had become a former shadow of the proud, almost pedantic hitman he used to be.
Sometime later, his child starts questioning their father about their other parent. Prosciutto stays silent at first, the only reaction being him flinching slightly when his kid uses his s/o’s name. No matter how much he tries, he can’t bring himself to talk about his dead love, not without having the sorrow taking over again. They say that time heals all wounds, but how much time will it take for him to finally be happy again?
Ghiaccio:
Betrayal and anger. That is what Ghiaccio felt, an irrational anger against his dead lover. How could they just leave him and their child behind? Of course, in the back of his mind Ghiaccio knows they didn’t choose this fate, but each and every day is a chore for him now that they are gone.
For the longest time, Ghiaccio was in denial about his s/o’s death. Handling emotions isn’t his strong point and so he just tried to sweep his loss under the rug like a pesky pile of dust.
‘They are dead? Yeah, whatever. Don’t think about it.’That’s what he tried to tell himself over and over again like a sacred magic spell while desperately trying to hold back his tears. Maybe the pain would go away if he didn’t let the thoughts about his s/o devour him.
However, the memories of his s/o all come back to haunt him in the form of his child. When one day his kid asks him about Ghiaccio’s s/o, the hitman just snaps:
“Never fucking ask me about them ever again, you hear me?!”
The venom in his voice surprises even Ghiaccio himself and he regrets his words and harsh tone immediately. Usually, he isn’t furious with his child, but their innocent question tore open a painful wound he thought had already closed…
Pesci:
Words wouldn’t convey fully what vast sadness Pesci felt when he learned about his s/o’s death.
With their passing and funeral, his whole world had collapsed in a matter of days. How was he supposed to carry on with this pain? Having to live while the love of his life was already on the other side?
No, now was not the time to be selfish. He had to think about raising his child, the proof of his and his s/o’s love.
When his child asks about his s/o, Pesci feels his eyes watering up. Of course they would ask about them, his kid had every right to know more about their other parent, and yet…Pesci couldn’t talk about his dead beloved. Not yet. Not when words would only cause more sorrow.So instead he hugs his kid tightly, telling them over and over how much he loves them while tears keep streaming across his face.
Melone:
Melone still has nightmares about his lover being killed in battle. Those dreams always end in him rushing to their side, crying out their name and clasping their cold, blood coated hand as the horrifying realization of their death slowly settles in.
He wakes up covered in sweat from the nightmares and every time reality comes crushing in when he reaches out to the other side of the bed only to feel chilly emptiness instead of a body full of warmth and life next to him.
Oh, how much he misses them. Misses their gentle touch, their loving gaze. To think it only took one careless fight to take away all his happiness and leave him as a shipwrecked on the shore of sorrow.
Maybe this is why he put all his remaining love into his only child, never letting them wander to far off, always clinging onto them in fear of losing another beloved person in his life.
Everytime his child asks them about their other parent, Melone feels a burning sting inside his heart, a familiar sadness making his voice hoarse and tightening his throat so that it became harder to breath. Just the mere thought, just their name, is enough to let all those nightmares resurface again.
“I’ll tell you another time, gioia mia. Another time, yes?”
Another time, when time has healed the aching wound in his heart.
Illuso:
Illuso doesn’t have it in him to grieve openly. Although the pain weighs heavily on his shoulders, his pride still prevails. Whenever the hurt becomes to much, he vanishes into the mirror world where he is entirely by himself and nobody can hear him mourn his dead lover.
Does he blame himself? Of course, but there is nothing that he can do about it now. His s/o is gone forever and what little presence there is left of their warmth remains as their child.
The only thing to do – and the one thing his s/o would surely have asked for – would be to pour all his remaining love into this child of his. To spend as much time as he can with his kid. And so Illuso does.
Inevitably, the feared question arises one day.
Illuso’s child asks him about their parent that passed away. At first Illuso doesn’t know what to say. The memory of his s/o still hurts and it still hurts to use past tense when talking about them.
Illuso’s gaze darkens as his lips draw upwards into a bittersweet smile.
“I will tell you, so listen carefully…”
Formaggio:
Just as he arrived at the graveyard, it started to pour. Heavy rain was crashing down from the dark grey clouds above, rain drops dancing on the flickering lanterns around the graves.
What a fucking fitting scenery, Formaggio thought to himself bitterly.
His steps came to a halt when he reached the new grave at the end of the small aisle. Slowly he crouched down, trailing his finger tips along the name engraved into the ice cold marble.
“How am I supposed to do this alone? You know as well as I that I’m not a good father. Fuck, I’m a bad man. A criminal. I will screw up with this, just as my own father did with me. I can’t do this without you”, he mutters under his breath, barely audible.
Formaggio’s forced smile slowly melds into him gritting his teeth hard and clenching his fists until the knuckles turn white, holding back the urge to break down crying in front of the tombstone of his beloved s/o.
“Why…did you have to leave so soon?”
Amidst the rain’s monotonous song, he suddenly feels a tug on his sleeve and a set of wide, innocent eyes looking up to him, questioningly.
“When will Mama come back?”
The rain still pours and pours with seemingly no end in sight.
I just want to say Happy New Year to all the blogs that have made me smile more than anything else in this world. You are all very amazing people, and I'm happy to have met you all and just keep doing you for more years to come!
Hi! I recently discovered your blog and I absolutely adore it!
Hello! Thank you so much, I’m very happy you like it! <3
I’ve been thinking a few times now about shutting down this blog...but if people really like it, then I will still keep it and try writing some more :)
well, that was a more popular one, thank you for requesting! I made it somewhat longer this time...hope you like it~
(under the cut for length)
Prosciutto:
It was meaningless to him. The woman clinging to him, her arms thrown across his neck and her mouth locked with his, shameless moans spilling from her cherry red lips...
Meaningless.
Just a quick distraction from a terribly stressful day at work, nothing more. There was no passion in his touches, certainly not comparable to that of the faceless woman whom he had picked up from under the red lights on the nightly street and taken to a shabby motel room.
Prosciutto had just wanted to forget the icky smell of blood on his hands, Pesci's incompetence that made his job an annoyance at times and the heavy weight of the gun in his pocket.
And yet...when Prosciutto reached across the girl lying next to him and to grab his phone from the nightstand, an abundance of messages from his lover waiting alone at home greeted him:
“Where are you?”, “Prosciutto, please tell me you are not hurt”,“Are you okay?”, “Please come home safe, tesoro, I miss you”.
Guilt about his foolish action suddenly came creeping on him and Prosciutto gritted his teeth while reading through all of his s/o's worried texts.
Risotto Nero:
Stressed out and tired, Risotto longed for some distraction. He was just starved from his s/o's touch. However, they were out today, exactly when he needed them the most. Normally, he isn't the type to fool around when he is in a relationship with a person he cares for, but no matter how stoic he appears, he too is only a man tempted to seek out different pleasures when his work becomes too much...
Surely, there is no harm giving in to a nameless woman who he paid for, right?
Instead of a quick distraction, his action leaves Risotto with a heavy sense of guilt. It hadn't been right to cheat on his beloved s/o behind their back...and he fears they might have caught onto something when they casually ask if he had tried out a new perfume...
Pesci:
He knew he shouldn't have gone out with Formaggio and Melone (Prosciutto had warned him numerous times about those two) and yet Pesci still agreed to join them, irritated by their teasing about him being such a lightweight when it came to alcohol.
Needless to say that Pesci had been right about his bad feeling, his two colleagues got him horribly drunk and involved in their antics with a bunch of girls.
The next morning he finds himself with a terrible headache and covered with hickeys.
Soon he remembers what happened yesterday and the graveness of his actions is enough to make him sick to the stomach. Even though he hadn't really been aware of it all, it still felt like cheating to him.
Pesci doesn't have it in him to lie to his s/o about his whereabouts, so when he returns home, he sits down together with his lover and tells them the whole story, looking more and more miserable the more he speaks.
“I'm so sorry...I know it's horrible and disgusting! C-can you please forgive me? Please?”
When his s/o takes his hands to calm him down, he cries and asks them for forgiveness even more, still feeling horrible about the whole ordeal.
Formaggio:
“Come on, Babe, I'm sorry! I really am!”
“How could you do that!? How could you kiss that little slut!?”
Formaggio's tries to calm his lover down with a hug are to no avail for they slap his arm away, glaring at him with tears in their eyes.
“Hey, it was a mistake, okay? I was a little more drunk than I should have been!”
“That's no excuse!”, his s/o shouts. Formaggio scratches his neck, his embarrassment about the whole situation weighing down on him visibly.
Flirting comes to him like a sport, so of course there is bound to be some fooling around in the club when he downs a couple more drinks than he probably should, but he certainly didn't expect his s/o to show right up in the same lounge and CERTAINLY NOT at the time when the woman he had heavily flirted with had decided to sit on his lap and leave some love bites on his neck.
By the time Formaggio and his s/o came home, all hell broke lose.
“You know what? It's over. I just...I can't live with someone who can't be faithful.”
The graveness of his actions hits him only now and Formaggio looks at his s/o in horror.
“Wait, what? Hold on, you don't mean that--”
“It's over, Formaggio. I'm getting my stuff tomorrow.”
With those words his s/o leaves, shutting the door behind them with a bang and leaving their boyfriend (well, ex-boyfriend) behind with his guilt filled thoughts.
Illuso:
It all started when Illuso's s/o accidentally spotted a strange hair on his shirt. Coupled with the whiff of a perfume not belonging to either him or his s/o and his new found tendency to stay out longer at night - much longer than usual - it soon dawned on Illuso's s/o that there was someone else their boyfriend was seeing.
...and they were right, Illuso really was cheating on his s/o behind their back.
One unfortunate night, his s/o caught him red-handed with a person they had never seen before but by the looks of it, Illuso and them were pretty close.
“I can't believe it...why did you cheat on me?”, they ask him, nearly on the verge of tears.
For once, Illuso lost his smugness and instead throws his s/o a horrified look as he pulls himself away from his fling.
“W-what are you doing here? Were you spying on me?”
“I had a suspicion that you were cheating on me...I just didn't think you really would...”
This was drifting in a horrible direction and Illuso grabbed his s/o by their shoulder, caressing their cheek.
“It's not what it looks like, I only love you!”
“Really? It doesn't look that way...”
Illuso only realizes the damage his cheating had done when he noticed his s/o's packed bags in the doorway the next morning...
Melone:
With the particular mechanism of Melone's Stand, it's no wonder that his s/o is suspicious of each and every woman he eyes, but Melone always assures that no, he is simply looking for potential mothers for Babyface, nothing more. It is part of his job after all.
However, making out with them on the sofa certainly isn't.
Once he heard a strange whimper, Melone looked up from his fling, eyes widening in shock when he saw who exactly it was that stood in their shared flat's living room. His s/o was pressing a hand to their mouth to keep themself from wailing while tears ran down their cheeks.
“You said you would come home later...?”, Melone asked, still a little out of breath.
“I sent you a text that it wouldn't take me so long today...is this what you always do when I come home later?”, they whisper shakily.
Melone berates himself for not checking his phone and reaches out for his s/o. Seeing them so heartbroken, so disappointed in him, it manages to make Melone's chest heavy filled with guilt and shame.
“Listen, love, I can explai-”
“Everyone told me I shouldn't trust you and they were right. You're nothing but a dirty cheater.”
Before Melone has the time to apologize to his s/o, they already stormed out of the door.
Ghiaccio:
“What's wrong? Your lover waiting at home or somethin'?”
The truth of the hooker's teasing words make Ghiaccio gulp. Yes, he had someone waiting at home for him, someone very dear to his heart. Someone, who he also had a nasty fight with just a few hours ago.
It wasn't uncommon for them to have fights, sure, but this one in particular made Ghiaccio just leave their shared apartment in a fit of rage, shouting curses into the night air while aimlessly driving around in his car until it ran out of gas.
He didn't know why or how that scantly clad woman found him, but she was there, leaning on the open window, using her huge, fake-looking breasts as a cushion and smiling at him.
When she asked him if he was in need of her services, Ghiaccio bit down an angry retort and instead thought for a second.
Ever since he had started dating his s/o, he had remained faithful to them, but now after that fight, his emotions still ran wild and all this tension was just unbearable to him.
So, instead of driving her away like he would with a stray cat, he simply asked: “How much?”
Somewhere in the back of his head he knew it was wrong and that he would regret it later, but for now he needed to release some of his anger.
“Shut up, I paid your mouth to do different things than talk shit.”
Could I have some headcannons of La Squadra and their s/o going to the beach?
(I have some other Squadra beach requests still lying around in my inbox from summer and I’m sorry for being so late with them ahhh >_< however, I hope you’ll enjoy them nevertheless…bringing you some summer vibes even if it’s already December haha)
Risotto Nero:
Sunny weather? Sizzling hot days? Nah, summer’s not exactly Risotto’s favourite season, he doesn’t deal well with the heat and the arid air, so he’ll mostly spend his time at the beach underneath the huge parasol, sporting a pair of dark sunglasses like the sun-despising goth that he is. His S/O teasingly calls him out for being such a bore since he refuses to take a step into the water.
Prosciutto:
There’s a huge queue in front of the ice cream stand? No worries here since Prosciutto will age himself up to an old man with the power of his Stand so that he is immediately let forward by the waiting crowd. He then shares his ice cream cone with his lover, both chuckling about the more unfortunate people still standing in line.
Pesci:
Pesci absolutely and utterly adores the beach (With a Stand called ‘Beach Boy’ that’s not much of a surprise, is it?). His lover doesn’t often see him so openly cheery and excited, so when he takes their hand into his and leads them to the shore, they go along with it, marveling with him at the indigo blue waves and the bright blue sky above.
They are laughing loudly and splashing around in the water like children and have the best time ever.
Formaggio:
Shrunken down to the size of a mouse he has found the perfect shady spot underneath his S/O’s straw hat, enjoying the sun, the breeze and the intoxicating smell of his lover wavering in the seasalt air. His S/O occasionally lets him have a sip of their drink and since Formaggio is so tiny he needs both hands to hold the drinking straw.
Illuso:
A…sand castle? Seriously?
He isn’t all too fond of his S/O’s suggestion at first – after all, he is a grown ass man who kills people for a living for crying out loud! He has an image to preserve!Once they press a kiddy bucket and shovel into his chest and give him their best puppy eyes, he complies with a defeated sigh and sets out to work.
Melone:
“Nooo, I don’t wanna.”
“Shh, protection is important. In many ways than one.”
Melone’s S/O rolls their eyes at this inept comment and instead flops down onto the beach towel with a grumble.
“Fine, fine, but don’t put on too much! I hate the feeling of that sticky white stuff on my skin.”
Chuckling at their equally teasing choice of words, Melone opens the bottle of sun screen and squirts some of it onto his lover’s shoulder blades. His hands – not protected by gloves for once - are gliding across their neck, the curve of their spine. At this point he is more or less massaging them, his finger tips applying just the right amount of pressure for his S/O to let out a pleased sigh.
Ghiaccio:
Congratulations, you’ve found yourself your personal human ice machine! Under normal circumstance people would avoid (sweaty) skin contact on such hot days, but with Ghiaccio on their side, his S/O can’t help snuggling close to him. Instead of warmth he gives off pleasant cold, truly a blessing during summer. After a while he has given up on shoving them away and has accepted his lack of personal space in trade for some sweet kisses from his lover.
Can you do la squadra reacting to accidentally meeting their daughter from a one night stand in public who looks exactly like them?
Risotto Nero:
There was something off.
Risotto looks back again at the girl who just passed him, her ashen hair, black sclerae and ruby iris…the resemblance is downright uncanny. Curiously, he watches her as she comes to a sudden halt and turns towards his direction, holding eye contact with the assassin until her face lightens up in realization.
“Father? Is that…really you?”
There isn’t much that can surprise an experienced hitman like Risotto but meeting his daughter whom he hadn’t even known existed just a few moments ago is one of those rare occasion that managed to catch him off guard.
Just a look at her is confirmation enough that the two of them are related to each other. However, Risotto can’t have this girl be too close to him – he has felt enough grief of losing family back when his cousin died and so Risotto doesn’t want his daughter to be drawn into Italy’s underworld.
“I understand that you have a dangerous profession”, she says, “but it was good to see you once. Now I know where I got my eyes from.”
Before he intends to leave again, the girl asks “Can’t you visit me again? At least in secret? I want to get to know you better, father…”
Risotto contemplates silently. It is difficult for him to make a decision since he too wants to get to know his daughter better, but at the same time worries for her safety.
“I’ll see what I can do…”
Prosciutto:
Well, he HAS a lot of dalliances, that much is true, but he is always so careful…so how come that girl resembles him so much?
Her soft blond hair, stern blue eyes and the little overbite she has makes her a spitting image of Prosciutto. Apparently, she also inherited his angry glare.
“Mother told me not to look for you. She said you are a dangerous man I should never cross paths with, but I don’t care!”, the girl growls, tightening her grip on Prosciutto’s suit. “You ought to take responsibility!”
Well, Prosciutto had to give the girl credit for her courage. More and more was he sure that she was indeed his daughter, but that was a problem: Having family ties in his business could turn out to be very dangerous. Prosciutto crouches down to be on her eye level and puts a hand onto the girl’s head.
“Look, I didn’t even know I had a daughter just a few moments ago, but you should have listened to your mother: Sticking with me will get you killed sooner or later.”
The girl swats away his hand and shouts: “Whatever! I only wanted to see my father at least once!”
Prosciutto looks at her and sighs deeply before saying: “Well, now you saw me. You got what you wanted, so let me go…”
Eventhough he might have been a bit harsh with her back then, Prosciutto can’t help thinking about the encounter with his daughter and even shows up later at the girl’s place, promising her to try and see her more often in the future.
Pesci:
The green hair and the big fishing rod she carries in her backpack is a tell-tale sign that there is something strange about the girl that just passed him on the street. Pesci stops in his track and quickly tries to catch up with her.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder, the girl jumps in shock and hastily turns around. The frightened expression of hers quickly changes when she takes a good look at the assassin in front of her.
“Father!”
Suddenly she throws her arms around Pesci, who can only watch in surprise as that strange kid hugs him in open public as if the two of them were close relatives. Wait…could it be?
“I looked everywhere for you and now I finally found you! I’m so happy!”, the girl exclaims with a smile.
Father? Could this girl really be his daughter? Just the thought of having a child is so unbelievable to Pesci, but looking at this girl, at all her features that resemble him so much, it is hard not to think that they are father and daughter.
He too hugs her back and even cries a little, because he couldn’t be there for his daughter when she was still a baby.
Formaggio:
She’s a cheeky little brat with short ginger hair and has a wide, mischievous smile on her face while she’s petting a stray cat perched on her lap. The moment he lays eyes on her, Formaggio knows that she must have some sort of tie to him, the resemblance is simply undeniable!
So his curiosity leads him to approach her and once the girl noticed Formaggio, her face lightens up.
“Oh hey, seems like I didn’t even had to search long for you, father!”
Usually Formaggio isn’t too shy for any sarcastic retort, but this comment takes away all his eloquence so that he only manages a confused “Eh…what?”
Sooner or later it dawns on him that the girl probably stems from a careless night with a woman he has long forgotten…but now it all came back to remind him of his recklessness in the form of his daughter.
The two have a long talk with each other (mostly about cats) and after some time, Formaggio really starts to like the fact that he is a father.
Illuso:
When the girl bumps into him, Illuso is all but ready to yell at the stupid kid daring to mess with an elite assassin like him, but once he turns towards her, all his anger vanishes into thin air. It’s as if Illuso had looked into a mirror and it showed him a younger, female version of himself.
The two of them stare at each other in stunned silence for a while, until Illuso breaks the awkwardness of the moment by asking: “Wait, who are you?”
The girl casually introduces herself as his daughter, which makes Illuso believe that he misheard her words at first.
“D-daughter? Are you kidding me, I am not-”
“Don’t even try to deny it, I know that you are my real father. By now you must have come to the same conclusion, right?”
Begrudgingly, Illuso has to agree that it is hard to brush off how much the girl resembles him. To think that he became a father without even knowing about it makes the whole thing pretty weird, but the girl seems eager to get to know him better and Illuso too is curious about his newly found daughter.
Melone:
Melone immediately notices that something feels weird about the girl he saw right there in the crowd – her hair was dyed in a lilac hue just like his and then there was the peculiar mask she wore…Luckily, he is able to track her in the mass of people and when he finally takes a closer look at her, he is 100% certain that the girl is his daughter – probably the result of a drunken one-night stand of his.
However, Melone is absolutely enthralled by the thought of being a father – he had enough training with his Baby Face after all!
“Sorry, but I fear I’ll have to do some tests beforehand in order to determine if you really are my biological father: I need a blood sample, a hair and your horoscope, please”, the girl demands coolly.
It takes Melone some restraint not to gush about how much his daughter resembles him.
Ghiaccio:
That obnoxiously loud girl with the blue curly hair and red glasses is supposed to be his daughter?
Ghiaccio doesn’t believe her at first when she makes the claim of being related to him, accusing her of being a dirty liar. However, the girl is an angry, stubborn brat (a dangerous mix) and soon the two have a full-fledged quarrel with each other, throwing snappy insults at each other’s heads until the realization finally dawns on Ghiaccio.
And how could he not realize? The girl is a carbon copy of him after all, not only appearance-wise, but also personality-wise. The possibility that she could be the result of a one-night stand is also not too far-fetched, so…
“I guess you are my daughter after all”, he mumbles after giving it some thought.
“That’s what I tried to tell you the whole time, dumbass!”, the girl yells with an angry huff.
La squadra (+ ice cream bfs) in an traditional RPG setting? I'm playing fire emblem three houses right now and I was wondering about what types of fighters the boys would be, what do you think?
oh yesss, I’m a sucker for RPGs and Three Houses is an amazing game! (Blue Lions was my first playthrough btw, I love my boar prince ;v;)
Anyways, here you go!
La Squadra in a traditional RPG setting:
Risotto Nero:
Assassin
He has very high speed, strength and defense stats and is an overall great unit on the battlefield (you could probably clear a whole map with him as a single unit).
Prosciutto:
Dark Mage/Warlock
Tons of dark spells and powerful attack magic that can wipe out a lot of enemies at once, but overall a glass cannon with abysmal defense.
Pesci:
Warrior
Incredible attack and defense stats which would make him a great unit, but he’s verrry slow and horribly weak to magic.
Formaggio:
Thief
He’s speedy and can inflict some nasty status effects onto enemies as well as snatch items from them, but he’s not too good of an offensive unit.
Illuso:
Sage
Knows a lot of helpful spells to help the party and can cast some good attack magic, but his attack and defense stats are rather low.
Melone:
Dancer/Bard
He deals out a lot of status ailments like poison or confusion and tricks other units with his high charm stats, but has terrible attack stats.
Ghiaccio:
Martial Artist
Really fast so he can dodge a lot of attacks and his punches are very powerful. Only disadvantage is his low magic tolerance.
Sorbet:
Archer/Sniper
Very wide attack range and really useful to harm enemies from afar, but should always stay somewhere in the distance due to his low defense stats.
Gelato:
Priest
Heals the party and cures them from negative status effects. He knows some minor attack spells too.
Sorry to bother you but I’m having a breakdown rn because I can’t find a Halloween costume that would fit, if you don’t mind could you do something about Pesci comforting his fem s/o whose chubby? If you don’t mind. Thank you
(I hope you’ll find something! And yay for requesting something for Pesci, I love writing stuff for this cutie! 💗 )
When Pesci enters his room, he finds his girlfriend perched on his bed with a gloomy expression on her face, staring at the floor in silence.
“Is something wrong…?”, the young assassin asks with a tilt of his head, joining his lover and letting himself sink down besides her onto the mattress.
“No, it’s just…”, she sighs, continuing on with her explanation only after Pesci gave her a reaffirming nod to show that he is fully listening, “Well, I just saw this really cute costume in the store that I wanted to buy, but when I tried it on it was way too tight and unflattering. It’s like every pretty costume out there is only made for skinny girls, none of them are my size.”
There were days when Pesci’s s/o felt alright with her chubby body, but today was one of those shitty days when she felt insecure about her round face, her large thighs and soft arms and it was only amplified by those too small clothes.
“Nothing fits, because I’m just too fat for them! I hate this!”, she shouts, already feeling tears forming in her eyes from frustration.
“Don’t say that”, Pesci mumbles quietly, pulling his crying girlfriend close to him into a big hug while lovingly stroking her back.
Beach Boy’s user isn’t very content with his own appearance – he knows, that he isn’t the prettiest man, especially not when his working partner is Prosciutto - but seeing his beloved, pretty girlfriend being so saddened because of her weight is breaking his heart in two and he is determined to do anything in his powers to cheer her up again.
Pesci’s voice, usually quivering and devoid of any confidence, is unwavering and sincere when he presses a kiss to her forehead and says: “You are the most beautiful girl I know and you shouldn’t be crying about something like that! It doesn’t matter if those clothes were too small, I’m sure you’ll find something even better in another store!”
Suddenly he slings his arms around his surprised girlfriend and picks her up, placing her onto his lap and asking her with a bright smile: “Come on, how can you be too heavy if I can lift you with no problem? You are just the right size for me, cara!”
That comment leaves her stunned for a moment, but then she just can’t help but smile at her boyfriend’s words. How Pesci always manages to make her feel better was beyond her and even though he might not be the best assassin out there, he was just about the sweetest boyfriend.
Upon seeing her much happier expression, Pesci offers eagerly: “Hey, how about we look for a costume with me? Maybe we’ll find something for you to wear if we team up? It would surely be more fun together!”
I just wanna thank you so so much for the birthday request thing it was so fucking sweet and wholesome and it made my baby eyes water up. I always love your writing and you're deadass my favorite blog to read (I reread everything all the time !!) I hope your days treat you well. 💖🍑
Aww, you’re very welcome, I’m glad you liked it! Also omg I’m so flattered, it makes me really happy to hear that people enjoy reading my stuff and your sweet message just put the biggest dumb smile on my face, thank you so much!! 💗💗 wishing you a wonderful day/night as well!
