ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ come here for the huuuugggg ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Aaannnnd, since Christmas is coming.. how about some weather Christmas fluff? Your choice, just treat yourself for once :3
Esteeeeeeee :,) 💖💖 Aaaaaaa I’m so sorry for this ENORMOUS delay hhhhhh ç.ç I hope you’ll like them, even if so late!!
Fluffy Christmas with Weather Report
Weather, even if he doesn’t despise to stay on his own, also loves to be with people he loves. He firmly believes that festivities such as Christmas have to be spent with people you love. So, he immediately invites his only friends -Jolyne, Hermés, Foo, Anasui (Emporio’s already legally under Weather’s custody)- and, if he has a s/o, the relatives and friends they want to invite. It’s gonna be a Christmas party full of lovely people!
Christmas trees are something that always fill his heart with a sense of joy and wonder. He has always loved the fairy lights that dances between the branches, that reflects on the lucid surface of the Christmas balls… it’s magic and he loves it. He has seen too many horrors in his life; now he’d just like to fill his eyes with wonders, and wonders often can be found in the simplest things. So, something that surely can’t be missed, during Christmas, is a Christmas tree! One full of lights and balls. He loves to decorate it, and he loves even more when he can do it with someone else!
His gifts are simple but meaningful. He’s not for those big gifts that are just a waste of space and money and that will end up forgotten the day after Christmas; he wants his gifts to last and to be loved. So, he takes his time to think about the ideal gift for everyone of his friends and his s/o. He’s always happy when he sees the delight and happiness when they finally finds out what he has given them! It warms his heart to know he has given them a sparkle of happiness and something they’re going to use for a lot of time… it’s the best feeling in the world!
He doesn’t like the Christmas rush. He likes to take his time to choose, to select, so he usually is done with gifts way before the beginning of the Christmas rush. When everyone’s busy buying gifts and stressing in shopping centers and malls, he’s at home, having a good, relaxing time with his s/o. He loves to make them a good cup of rich tea, those fragrant and aromatic winter tea, and, in the evening, relax together, snuggled on the couch, with the tea warming their hands and stomaches… it’s the best!
After the Christmas party, Weather is going to help his s/o to clean up everything. He’s not one who just leaves to them everything to do! And so, they are soon done with it and they can rest sooner! Tired as they are, they’re going to crash down as soon as they hit the pillow, but not before Weather has hugged them close, snuggling his face into their shoulder, murmuring a “Merry Christmas, love”, before falling asleep with them.
Triiiiiii ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ since I’m in holiday mood, how about lil Jolyne spending her holidays with Joseph and Suzie? Headcanon, scenarios... all is fine, you know :3
Esteeeeeee :,) 💖💖 ⊂(･ω･*⊂) Aaaaaaa this is so wholesome and pure, I love it :,) Smol Jolyne with her grand-grandparents on her way!!
Little Jolyne Kujo spends her Christmas holidays with grandpa Joseph and grandma Suzie
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“Ok, here we are… be a good girl, ok? I know you’re a good girl, but be so, ok? Don’t make grandpa and grandma tired, ok?” Jolyne, six years old, rolled her eyes, huffing, and grumbling, while her mother was kissing once again her small and soft cheek. Jeez…
“Mom, I know it…” she grumbled, while Joseph and Suzie came closer. They quietly smiled at the granddaughter-in-law, and Joseph softly patted Jolyne’s hair, while the child was pouting at her mother.
“Thank you for hosting her, grandma, grandpa…” Suzie shook her head, with a gracious smile on her wrinkled and gentle face. Not even time could wash away the cheerful freshness of her traits, that emerged every time she smiled in the warmth of her smile and the brightness of her eyes, behind the glasses.
“Don’t even say it. It’s a pleasure, and this is the family house. You and Jolyne are always welcome here.” she said, making also her granddaughter-in-law smile. Suzie was an angel…
“Thank you again… so, I’m out. I and dad will be here for Christmas, hm, Jolyne? Be a good girl.” Jolyne let her hug and kiss her again, and then she waved her tiny hand at her mom, who was now in the car, and she did so until the car was far, a small black point in the distance. Just now, they all sighed.
“So, let’s the fun begin, Jolyne?” Jolyne brightly smiled at her grandpa, lifting her arms to be picked up; Joseph did it with a small chuckle, lifting her like she weighted nothing. He was old, but he was still a Hamon Master not to underestimate!
“Yeah grandpa!! Let’s play!” and, oh, that week before Christmas was full of games! Even Shizuka, usually so shy and sweet, that week laughed loudly and did things she usually never did. With Joseph, the little girls built tons of snowmen and even had a sledge race on the nearby hill’s side! They all ended up drenched to the bones in a couple of hours and Suzie, grumbling and chuckling at their big and silly smiles, shooed them in front of the lit fireplace and brought them big mugs filled with hot cocoa and whipped cream. Jolyne, who was used to be mostly alone, as both her dad and mom worked hard and long, was savouring every moment of those days, from all the times she had the chance to snuggle into grandma Suzie’s arms, so strong and warm, even if now Suzie was a so tiny old woman, to all the fake wrestling matches with grandpa Joseph, where he punctually succumbed to his granddaughter’s incredible strength, and not with few loud laments that always made Jolyne laugh. The little girl also loved to spend time with Shizuka, her little… aunt? Cousin? She didn’t know it, but she didn’t care. For her Shizuka was a sort of little sister or cousin and, with Jolyne, Shizuka felt like she could do anything. It was so nice to finally be able to play with someone around her age!
Then, a couple of days before Christmas, grandma Holly showed up, making Jolyne’s heart flutter in joy, when with her came also uncle Josuke, with his impossible hairstyle, his bright, big smile and a gift for everyone. Jolyne didn’t even know who she wanted to hug the most, if Shizuka, grandma Suzie, with that sweet and cozy scent that pervaded all her clothes, grandpa Joseph and his bear-like hugs, just like Josuke’s, or grandma Holly and her safe, safe and strong grip that always made her feel loved and with her bones a little more cracked. It was all perfect…
Well. Almost perfect.
Just two people were missing and Jolyne didn’t have many hopes to see them for Christmas. They didn’t even have called once…
So, when Suzie came to wake her up, right on Christmas morning, the last thing she imagined to see in front of the giant Christmas tree that adorned the big and warm living room of the Joestar’s manor were her parents, for once smiling -even her dad!!-, and holding their hands. Jolyne dropped the starfish plushie she was holding and ran towards them, jumping in their arms and hugging them tightly, cheering and screaming, enjoying their hugs and caresses. She had missed them so much, even if she had had so much fun with her grandparents…
“See, Jolyne? We made it!” Jolyne brightly smiled at her mom, showing her the tooth she had lost during those days. She was growing up!! Then, she looked at her dad, usually so serious, but that, now, seemed softer, more relaxed, to the point that Jolyne decided to go to him, resting in his arms, with a big, happy smile. Jotaro noticed that, and couldn’t help but to smile a little, while caressing his daughter’s hair; her happiness was his…
“Are you happy, little starfish?” Jolyne vehemently nodded, hugging her dad tightly, flashing again that big, toothy smile that made Jotaro’s heart melt in a puddle.
“Yeah dad! It’s the most beautiful Christmas ever!!”
Aaahhh, you did it, Tri!! Finally a fresh brunch of new asks :3 To celebrate, I’d say... What about some weather fluff? As usual, scenario/hcs/ anything you feel to do :3 ((And come here, it’s ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ time uwu))
AAAAA Esteeeeee (っ*´∀｀*)っ Hhhhhh I’m so happy to start with a fluffy request :,) And about cloud husband too!! You’re spoiling me :,)
Fluffy headcanons for Weather Report
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Weather is that kind of friend that doesn’t speak a lot but that can express everything in other ways. When he sees one of his friends feeling down, he just sits next to them, letting them drop their head on his shoulder while gently patting their hand; he’s the one who listens to their rambles while bringing them ice cream or chocolate of something that could make them feel warm and cozy. When he is the one who’s upset, he usually doesn’t say anything, keeping all inside; it’s easy to notice that he’s not in a good mood, as his eyes are not as gentle as usual and his jaw is tightened in a stressed grip. Being him a person who likes gestures over words, he would appreciate way more a simple hug than an articulate and encouraging discourse; he can feel their affection through the hug and this is what makes him smile again.
Weather doesn’t smile often. Not because he’s deeply stoic or similar, but there are few things that makes him so happy to make him smile also with his mouth and not only with his eyes. His friends, for once, are one of these things; the softest smile bends his lips and it’s such a gentle sight! If he has a s/o, they also absolutely are something that makes him sincerely smile! He just can’t help but smiling when he sees them; they’re like a sunshine…
Weather is a person who has very strong feelings. When he’s loyal to someone -and this someone has to show to be worth of his loyalty- he’s loyal to the end; same with hate and love. Weather doesn’t hate often, but the few times it happens, it’s forever; at the same time, when he falls in love with someone, his love is immense. Again, he shows it through gestures more than words. The way he hugs them, warmly and affectionately, the way he softly caresses their face and hair, as to impress in his mind their shape, how he instinctively puts himself in front of them if something dangerous is approaching, it all shows how deeply he loves them and cares for their safety. With him, a s/o would never feel alone or unwanted!
Weather’s hugs are gentle yet strong and protective. He never tightens too much, but he manages to transmit all his affection anyway. He also likes a lot when his friends or partner hug him first; it always makes him softly smile, as he rests his cheek on their head -he’s a tall man, he’s used to be taller than his friends or partner-. He’s good at giving cuddles, soft and delicate, but he also loves to receive, and it makes him relax like nothing else.
When he’s sleepy, he’s more clingy than usual, gripping at his s/o and hugging them tightly while resting his head on their shoulder or chest. He loves to listen to their heartbeat; it relaxes him so much! If they start to gently pet his hair, he’d hum in happiness, slowly waking up in the best way. He’d be absolutely happy to be able to stay in bed with them for few more minutes, just enjoying each other’s company as the world slowly wakes up with them.
Triiiii, I’m here for my dose of sweetness uwu ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ So Bruno and Risotto holding their first-born baby, soon after the birth? 👀
Esteeeeeee ⊂(･ω･*⊂) aaaaaah the dose of sweetness :,) GAWD it was so cuuuute to write!! You know what my soft spots are~ Thank you for such a wholesome request :,)
Risotto Nero and Bruno Bucciarati holding their first-born baby
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Risotto Nero
He should have known better.
Of course his baby was going to be born while he was away. He had been around all the time, trying not to stay away from you for more than few hours per day, assigning more missions to the others in order to take care of you and the baby safely nestled in your belly. Still, few hours ago, the Don had called him for an emergency meeting in Rome. He didn’t want to go, he wanted to send Prosciutto, but you had reassured him.
“There’s still a week left before the baby’s birth, tesoro. Don’t worry, for a couple of days I can stay with the others.” you said, kissing his frowned brow, amused. He sighed, resting his warm hands on your belly, slightly smiling, when the baby gently kicked, as to let him know that they knew he was here.
“Are you really sure? You know you and the baby come before anyone else, the Don too.” he replied, in a low voice. You smiled even more, caressing the hands he had placed on your belly. Sometimes you still had a hard time to believe it, that you were together with him, how soft he was around you, just with you. How much your baby is going to be loved both by their mother and father.
“I’m positive, tesoro. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Melone knows how this all works. And the baby will surely wait for their dad, before being born, hm?” your reassuring smile was what, in the end, convinced him to go, with Prosciutto.
He should have known better, or he wouldn’t have found himself driving at full speed back to Naples, Prosciutto clinging to the dashboard and screaming to slow down and Formaggio’s screams from the phone that Prosciutto was holding.
“Melone’s inside with her, Capo, wa- SHIT he just came out, he’s pale as a ghost, what the hell?!” this wasn’t really helping Risotto to calm down. Why was Melone so pale? Did something bad happened? Did something… happened to you? Or… or the baby?
Fear, pure fear, clenched his guts, as the car speeded through Naple’s secondary streets, to avoid road traffic. It couldn’t be. You were healthy, Melone always confirmed that, and the baby was fine too, all the exams went well…
Why was Melone so pale?
A laugh boomed from the phone, startling both the car’s occupants.
“He was just shocked by the whole thing! They’re both fine, Capo! You’re a dad!!” Formaggio announced, laughing and cheering with someone else -maybe Illuso-. Risotto felt his heart stopping for a good second, as relief washed over him. They were both fine. You were fine, your baby…
The baby was born. He was… he was a dad. It was real, now. The little “kicker”, as you both called the baby, was alive and born and fine. It all went fine.
Finally, he stopped the car in front of the hospital, rushing out and through the halls, following Pesci, who was sent to the entrance to guide the Capo to the right room. Risotto was out of breath, not much from the run, but from the strange and overwhelming emotion that had clenched his guts.
Everyone exited the room, to give him the right privacy, with congratulations and pats on his shoulders to which he answered just with distracted hums. His red eyes were staring at the small bundle in your arms, at the, oh, so little hand wrapped around your finger. You lift your head, smiling brightly at him, even if you were tired to the bone.
Quickly, he reached for you, kissing your forehead and cheeks and lips, grateful to see you healthy and well, after such effort. You smiled, under his attentions, leaning on him.
“The baby would have waited, hm?” you chuckled, hearing his ironic words, and gave him a small apologetic kiss.
“Seemed like she wanted to be already here for her dad’s return.” you murmured, finally presenting to Risotto his daughter. His eyes slightly widened, seeing that the little girl had inherited his ruby eyes, that now she was sleepily rubbing, as she looked up at him, hearing his voice. A slow, small smile spread on his lips, as, almost hesitantly, he scooped the baby in his arms, careful not to shake her or make her uncomfortable. You smiled, as your eyes became glossy, seeing the pure and sheer adoration and love that were all on Risotto’s face as he gently rocked his daughter. His warm fingers slowly traced her small and chubby cheek and a huffed chuckle escaped his lips, when she grabbed his finger.
“She’s strong…” he murmured, barely audible, sitting on your bed’s side, turning to make you see your little girl. You smiled, as the baby nestled better on her father’s chest, seeking for warmth. Not that you could blame your little girl: Risotto’s chest was warm and comfortable, perfect for naps.
“Like her dad. Do you want to choose her name?” you murmured, laying your head on his shoulder. He hummed, with a small smile, bending to place a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead, chuckling when she whined and grabbed his face.
“I’d like to call her Aurora.” he said, quietly, as his red irises reflected in the same red of his daughter. You smiled, softened, rolling the name on your tongue. Aurora…
“I like it. Aurora will be.” you both watched as your daughter slowly fell asleep again, as your Aurora nestled better in his father’s arms, safe and sound from every danger and worry of the world, enclosed in that small bubble of joy with her parents.
Bruno Bucciarati
You never saw Bruno so panicked. Well, not that you blamed him… one didn’t become father every day.
“Bruno, honey, relax. I’m fine. The contractions are still far one from each other and the doctor said the baby is doing fine. Look at me, Bruno. Breath.” you stared at Bruno’s blue eyes, now almost blown out, and pressed your forehead on his, caressing his cheeks. Listening to your words and staring at your calm -even if pained, when the contractions came back- eyes, he managed to regain control. He had to stay calm, for you. You were the one who was about to give birth to your baby, you needed his whole support!!
“Ok, tesoro. Sorry for the little freak out.” he smiled at you, kissing your forehead and resting his hand on your belly, softly brushing it, as to calm down the baby. You grimaced, as another contraction rolled over you and you clenched Bruno’s free hand. Now that he was calmer, it was all more bearable.
As hours slowly rolled over, Bruno found himself remembering the most important moments of your pregnancy. The moment you told him that you were pregnant, the positive test in your hand, right when you both were deciding what to do with the spare room in your home near the sea. The sheer surprise and utter joy he had felt in that moment were comparable just to what he felt when you said you loved him back and when he finally married you.
Then, the awe and astonished joy he felt seeing your belly slowly growing, as the baby inside grew with it. The first time he came with you to the doctor and you both were able to see your baby boy on ultrasound. His eyes were glossy as much as yours.
And then the first time he felt the baby move inside your belly. It was a quiet evening, as many others. Now that you were pregnant, he did his best not to leave his office at ungodly hours and to spend the evenings with you. He was gently massaging your shoulders, as always, when your gasp startled him.
“Bruno? Bruno, hurry, come here.” you urged him, as he quickly shifted, already sickenly worried. What was wrong? Did you not feel well? Did you need to be carried to the hospital…?
You took his hand, laying it on your belly. After few moments, a little, gentle touch from inside. Bruno’s face slowly lighten up, as the baby kicked again, following his father’s hand. His joyous smile was mirrored by yours, as you watched him, a tough mafia man, melting and bending on your belly, gently whispering at the baby inside how much he’s going to be loved, how much his mom and dad already loved him, how much they were waiting for him… it was something so tender and sweet that you almost teared up.
And then now, as he was accompanying you to the delivery room, as he was holding tightly your hand, while you pushed and pushed, as the doctor was continuously chanting, breathing with you, watching in your eyes and encouraging you, until, finally, he heard the most beautiful sound in the world.
“It’s a baby boy!” the doctor announced, holding the little one and, helped by one of the midwives, cleaned the baby from blood and fluids. Bruno was given the scissors to cut the umbilical cord, and, finally, the baby, after the first routine controls, was given to him, while the room staff took care of you.
Bruno was lost as he was staring in utter awe and adoration his baby boy’s face. Now the little one wasn’t crying anymore, but was moving his little fists, munching them lightly, as his pale blue eyes were roaming around, ‘till they stopped on his father’s face. Bruno bended his face on his, gently holding him, kissing lightly his forehead and nose, smiling as his soft, small hands grabbed his cheeks.
“Welcome here, piccino mio, welcome, hi…” he cooed, gently rocking him back and forth, calming him down, cuddling him as he wanted to do since so many months. Now it was all real. Now his little baby was here with him and you, ready to receive all the love and care his parents could give him.
Finally, the room staff finished with you, leaving to you, Bruno and your baby a little moment of deserved privacy. You smiled, tired, as Bruno sat near you and handed you the baby, gentle, helping you to fix him in your arms, as you too started to coo at him and softly cuddle him. He was such a little bundle of cuteness, so fragile, so precious…
“Bruno? I think I know how I’d like to call him.” you said, in a soft murmur. This was enough to make Bruno tear his gaze apart from the baby to look at you, surprised. Until that moment the research for a name had been unsuccessful…
“Really? Which one?”
“Paolo.- his eyes widened at that oh, so familiar and loved name. You smiled, seeing his expression, kissing his cheek. -I know your father was really important to you and was a good person… I would have liked to know him. And I know that he would have been such a great grandpa for our boy. So… I’d like to give our child your father’s name, a good and loved man’s name. Hoping that our boy could be a good person as his grandfather.” you explained, soft, caressing his cheek. Bruno’s eyes were misty, as he watched your child. Paolo… he could see his kid carry around that name. It was… strange to associate it, now, to his boy. But maybe it was the right thing… a new life, a new start.
His father would have liked it.
“I like the idea. Paolo will be.” he murmured, kissing your and Paolo’s forehead, enveloping you both in a warm and safe hug, as the baby was snuggled on his mother’s chest, receiving the love he was promised for so much time.
Tricia omg I need MOAR Uncle Hol and Werewolf!Mista please 😂😂 and Formaggio!! And the kiddos!! Aaaaahhh, that Halloween special, hhhhhh, a blessing :’) As usual, hcs/scenarios.. anything is fine :3 Ma soprattutto ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ
Esteeeeeee ლ(´ ❥ `ლ) ლ(´ ❥ `ლ) Ah!! That special :,) and YESSSS, I’d love to write more about that AU >:3 Sooo, here we go!! I hope you’ll like that :3
Here is the mentioned special, if you want some lore and contest! And, also, Valerio is the “blog” name for Formaggio, by now!
The Big Kaboom
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“Uncle Hol! Uncle Hol!” the tall man turned, hearing a choir of kids’ voices calling him, and brightly smiled, when his eyes landed on the small platoon of baby-werewolves. Here his nephews and nieces were!
“What’s up, puppies?” he asked, picking up the smallest of them, a boy and a girl, and bouncing them in his arms, making them laugh. The boy picked Hol’s hat and wore it, but it was too big and fell on his nose, making Hol laugh, amused. The puppies were so cute!
“What about giving it to Michi, hm?” the little one nodded, and the tallest of them, a boy who was more or less thirteen years old, picked the hat and put in on his head, with a bright and happy smile on his tanned face.
“So, kids? Did you want just my hat?” he asked, playful. The kids shook their heads, and the older ones pulled him on the couch, sitting then next to him, an excited expression on their faces.
“We want to know what happened during the Big Kaboom!” Hol laughed, already amused just by the memory of it. What a memorable night it had been…!
“Sure! But we’ll need also uncle Guido and uncle Valerio’s help. Mind to go to drag them here?” three of them, one girl and two boys, sprinted to go to catch their uncles, like the little wolves they were. After a couple of minutes, the two arrived, letting the kids pulling them by their hands, rolling their eyes and faking resistance, even if the smile on their faces betrayed their real amusement.
“So? What do you want, little feral monsters?” Formaggio asked, mischievously grinning when the little ones loudly complained, throwing themselves on him, in a wrestlemania-like move that did nothing to the assassin, if not to make him laugh more, while he was ruffling their hair.
“We want to know what happened during the Big Kaboom!” the boy still nestled on Hol’s lap declared, immediately backed by his cousins. Formaggio dramatically sighed, ignoring his nephews and nieces’ puppy eyes that, they knew so well, always undid him.
“Uhm, what do you say, Guido, uncle? Should we?” he teased, grinning at the kids’ protests. They were so easy to nettle!
After a little time when they faked to think about it and seriously ponder on it, all framed by the continuous kids’ complaints and rolls on their laps, the three looked at them. Their grins told everything and the kids exulted with loud cheers; they were going to receive their so wanted story!!
“Alright, alright, we’re tell it. Sit comfortably, kids; it’s a particular story…”
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“Where should we taking him?!” Fugo, supporting a half-unconscious and wheezing Formaggio, looked at Mista, who was, with Trish and Hol Horse, his uncle, supporting the other vampires of the group. Shit, what kind of damn New Year Eve was that?!
“What do you mean, we have to take him where they could help!” Mista barked back, giving to Bruno and Narancia, the two he was supporting, little slaps on their cheeks, to help them to recover. They only groaned in response, mumbling something about a so delicious blood, more delicious than any wine they had ever tasted when they were human. Sure, Guido thought, grumbling, that damn blood they had drunk was from someone who had really high blood alcohol level, so high that it ended up getting them drunk!!
“I fucking know it, Mista, but who?! A veterinary or a doctor?!” this made Mista stop for a second from his umpteenth sequence of slaps on his friends’ cheeks. Damn, that was a legit question…
“Whatever, he has to spit that hellish fur ball! Veterinary will be!” he declared, picking up Narancia on his shoulders, carrying Bruno with his free arm and marching towards the nearest veterinary clinic. He just hoped it was open, even on New Year Eve!
Finally, he saw it. Because both of them were in part animal, sometimes Formaggio and Guido got “animal” problems, and one or the other had to carry the other to the veterinary, so they perfectly knew where every clinic or ambulatory was. More than one time, also, it had been a perfect excuse to know and even flirt with a doctor…
“Mista- Mista!” Mista, who was deep in his thoughts, felt his body being blocked by something, right on the doorsteps of the clinic. What the-
“Have you forgot that we are vampires? We have to be invited to come in!” Fugo hissed, feeling on himself a repellent force that didn’t allow him to enter. Mista groaned, throwing at his uncle and Fugo, respectively, Bruno and Narancia and picking up Formaggio, shaking him to make him regain a little consciousness.
“Ohi, Vale! You have to turn into a cat, yeah? C’mon, do it for me. C’mon, furball!” Formaggio groaned, glancing at him, but did as he was ordered, turning into a big, fluffy and wheezing red cat. Mista picked him up and ran inside, to make him be finally cured.
Fugo sighed, flopping down on the sidewalk, with Narancia’s head on his shoulder. The boy was mumbling something about math and, to Fugo’s surprise, he was doing additions, multiplications and even fractions, and every result was right. The man sighed, rubbing his temple. Years spent trying to teach him something, and now that he was drunk he could do every single calculation…
“Guys- guys, what are we doing here- it’s New Years Eveeee, c’moooon! What are those looong faces? We have to celebrate! Sooo, let’s go to, uhm… a bar! A karaoke!” Giorno, unusually lively, dragged Trish with him, laughing and cheering, when also his drunk pals agreed, trying to follow him without falling or stumbling one on each other. Every attempt to stop them had been vain, as they turned into bats and flew away.
Then, Fugo just sighed, eating down a deafening scream, and turned into a bat as well, following those idiots, with Trish, while, on the ground, Hol Horse was running at really high speed.-
“Please tell me again what is happening.”
“We’re at a karaoke bar, Bucciarati and Abbacchio are about to make out on the bar counter, Giorno’s crying his eyes out and telling to some stranger about his evil vampire dad and Narancia is singing The Piña Colada Song on the karaoke.” Trish tiredly listed once again. From the other side, Mista stayed silent for few seconds, deadly silent, to the point that Trish could hear cat-Formaggio choking and coughing while meowling in protest.
“What the hell are Fugo and my uncle doing?” Mista voice was forcibly calm; Trish had learnt that this meant that he was about to snap. And he had snapped just once or twice in all those years.
“Fugo’s trying not to kill Narancia and your uncle is consoling Giorno; I’m making sure Bucciarati and Abbacchio don’t actually start to make out for real. I don’t want to be arrested.” Mista sighed, rubbing for the umpteenth time his forehead. That was crazy…
“Hold up, I’m coming. Formaggio’s almost done with the fur.” Trish grimaced, hearing another wheezing sound from nearby and the vet voice that was encouraging Formaggio to spit, just another little spit!
Disgusting.
“Alright… not like we could go anywhere, in any case. We’ll wait here.” With that, Trish hung up the phone, grabbing once again Bruno from the collar, to keep him at a safe distance from his, apparently, lover. On the background, Narancia had started to sing Mr. Blue Sky and Giorno, who, when drunk, apparently had heavy mood swings, crawled on the stage to join him in the song, while Hol was marching to pick them both and finally end that torture. That was really an explosive end of the year…
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“And so, kids, that’s how your uncles spent the last hours of 2010 and the first of 2011 in a vet clinic, and how I and the vampire clan end up in a squalid karaoke bar!” Hol concluded, with an amused smile. Saying that the kids were shocked was an understatement. What the heck…
“But why you call it The Big Kaboom? Had something exploded?” the little girl asked, throwing her head back to look at her uncle. Hol chuckled, patting her on the hair, while Mista and Formaggio cleared their throat.
“This is a story for another time. Now go to do your homework, hop hop hop! Or I’ll call uncle Abbacchio!” the children rushed upstair without protesting; they didn’t want to make uncle Abbacchio angry! Mista sighed, spreading on the couch, grumbling under his breath.
“Should we tell them that that night we actually made a shop of fireworks explode to avoid Narancia to be sent in orbit tied to one of them?” Formaggio asked, making both his cousin and uncle groan.
“Maybe, one day… when we are sure they won’t go to spill it to the group. After all, they were drunk… they don’t remember a shit.” Mista answered, lowering his hat on his eyes, sighing. Jeez, what a night it had been…
Hewwo Tri 👀 ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Ssssooo... I’ll just keep spamming your askbosx with those xD it’s sweetness time! What about Melone and Fugo holding their first born baby? :3
Esteeeeeeee 💛💛 hhhhh this request is a blessing, thank you :,)
Melone and Pannacotta Fugo holding their first born baby
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Melone
Melone always wanted a child. Since he was old enough to grasp for real the idea of a family, he wanted it. He wanted to love and respect a person who would have loved and respected him back, live with them, have… children, with them. Their, adopted, every choice was fine. He just wanted a family.
“And so, a blessed day, I met your mommy! And she didn’t slap me!” you laughed, hearing for the umpteenth time Melone telling the story. The fact that he was enthusiastically whispering it to your belly made it also so tender that you felt like melting. Since the moment he knew you were pregnant -and he knew even before you, but the confirmation arrived just with the test- h had been even more attentive and caring than usual, checking you regularly, helping you around, doing his best to make you happy.
When you found out that you were expecting not one, but two babies, he was ecstatic. Twins!! You were going to have twins! His heart was about to burst out. His attentions doubled, as, now, he had to make happy not only you and a baby, but you and two babies. You never saw him so enthusiast and happy. it was so beautiful seeing him like this -and you knew the kind of childhood he had, he told you, one day, and his job, his stand…-, finally… serene. As he had finally realized his greatest dream.
And now, after almost nine months spent spoiling you -and pestering the other Squadra members talking non-stop about you and the babies-, they were about to arrive. Melone managed to stay calm ‘till last second, even after your waters broke and he drove you to the hospital, but, as the contractions became more frequent and the moment grew nearer, his cool was crumbling down like a sand castle. It was all real. He was going to be a father of two. The family he always wanted was about to arrive. But… was he ready?
He had to exit for some minutes from the delivery room, not to panic right in front of you. Formaggio, the first of the Squadra to have arrived at the hospital, after Melone’s call, arched a brow, surprised.
“What, already finished?” Melone shook his head, fidgeting with his hands.
“Then what? Shouldn’t you be with Y/N?”
“Yeah, just… some panic. Formaggio, c’mon, we’re… what we are, could I be for real a good dad? What if the kids will come to hate me for my work, when they’ll be old enough to understand-” Formaggio grabbed his shoulders, giving him a good strong shake.
“Quit with the bullshits, Melone. It’s a little too late to regret about it, don’t you think? And christ, they’re still not even born and you worry for what they’ll think when they’ll be older? Crap! You’re gonna make yourself sick worrying so much. Now stop with such thoughts and go back to Y/N, she needs you. And if you don’t, she’ll kick your twink ass.” he said, shoving him back in the delivery room. Melone almost hadn’t even the time to register where he was that a muffled scream snapped him back from his frozen and panicked state. He ran immediately at your side, grabbing your hand and letting you squeeze it as you liked. When the first, a healthy and beautiful boy, started to whimper and cry, while Melone was cutting the umbilical cord, the first tears of happiness washed his cheeks. And then the doctor was encouraging you again and he had to go back to your side, encouraging you and giving you the breathing rhythm. His heart burst again when the second baby -a girl!- started to vehemently cry. She already had a powerful voice!
He could cut the umbilical cord again and, finally, after she too had been all cleaned, she was given to the mother, as the boy, for some fundamental skin to skin contact. Melone’s eyes were misty and a smile of pure happiness and ecstasy stretched his lips, as yours. He kissed devotedly your forehead and cheeks and lips, murmuring a “thank you” on your lips, before laying his eyes on the kids, safely nestled in your arms. You smiled at him, encouragingly, and, finally, he picked up the baby boy. Thanks to all the training done with Babyface’s sons, he was capable to hold him in the best way and the baby nestled on his father’s chest, sneezing a bit, cutely, as his eyes opened a little. He had your eyes…
“They’re perfect.” he whispered, gently kissing his son’s forehead, rocking him, slow and delicate, keeping him warm and safe. You smiled, holding your daughter and softly brushing her little chubby cheek.
“What a luck that we had already picked both male and female names, uh?” you murmured, with a tired but happy smile. Melone nodded, humming at the little boy, before turning to you, his eyes still glossy.
“Yes… and now we can welcome them properly.” he replied, in a low and sweet voice, the kind that he reserved just for you -and now for your children too-.
“So… welcome, Giulia.”- he kissed the girl’s small forehead, chuckling when she whined and frowned at him, shifting a little in her mother’s arms- “and welcome too, Gabriele.” he kissed as well the boy’s forehead, lulling him, with a deep, happy sigh, enjoying the moments of peace before his teammates came to check. You all were perfectly gine, you were a family…
It was all perfect.
Pannacotta Fugo
Never, even in his wildest dreams, Fugo ever dared to imagine the life he was living now. The old Boss had been defeated, a new one, Giorno, ruled over Passione, the drug trade had been stopped and successfully eradicated, he won the bet when he had decided to challenge every evidence and probability by going anyway with his teammates and betraying the Boss, he was now one of Giorno’s Consiglieri… and he had you.
You were his most precious treasure, the only one he loved with so much sheer force to be able to do everything for you. You were his best friend, the one who never even thought about leaving him behind, the one he trusted with all his heart and soul… his lover. His everything.
Life wasn’t perfect, of course. Fugo was still fighting with his anger bursts and sometimes he slipped, but, even after your quarrels, you were stronger than before, more unite than before. You both learnt more about your relationship, yourself and the other, managing to transform a moment of rage in a moment of understanding and learning. This was such a positive approach and it was helping him so, so much.
But, even if he was changed a lot in good, he still had some unresolved questions, as his deeply low self esteem and the conviction that he was dangerous. That’s why, when you first told him you were pregnant, he was more scared than happy. It required him a bit to adjust, to slowly convince himself that he would have done fine, that he would have been a good father, not like his own. You spent countless evenings keeping his head on your lap, gently caressing his hair, as your belly slowly grew day by day, murmuring that he was a good man, that he would have been a good father, that their child would have loved him. And, when, for the first time, he felt the baby moving in your belly, you saw his face beaming in pure, touching happiness. That was the moment when he truly accepted his role as father.
From that moment on, he was the most organized father-to-be around. He was attentive and scheduled all his various meetings and missions to stay as much as possible with you and the same he did with yours, to give you the right time to rest properly. He was protective, glaring even at Narancia or the others if they were too loud in your presence, annoying you. He had read tons of books such as “How to be a dad in nine months”, “Waiting to be a parent” and so on, to learn as much as possible. In the end, however, he just concluded that he’ll have to find out on field. And he decided to just enjoy the moment, as you often had suggested, helping you through the pregnancy.
And now, after all that way, your baby was about to see the light. Fugo was scared and excited at the same moment, he couldn’t wait to hold his baby and at the same time he didn’t feel ready. You noticed his turmoil -you always noticed- and took his hand, as you breathed regularly, to fight the pain of the contractions.
“Panni, it will… go all well. Out baby is coming. Please… stay with me. I need you.” those words had the effect to snap him back from his own self doubts, putting your and the baby’s safety in front of everything again. He nodded at you, swallowing, trying so much to find his cool, the calm he needed to transmit to you too. You were now pushing and pushing, as the doctor was telling you, gritting your teeth and muffling your screams. He held tightly your hand, his eyes glued on the doctor in front of your open legs, how they were encouraging you to push, push, that the head was visible, just a little more, a little effort…
And, finally, it was like a the whole delivery room staff sighed in relief, as a clear baby cry erupted from the small bundle in the doctor’s hands. It was your baby. They were fine, they were here… Fugo never felt his knees so wobbly. This was something so… overwhelming, incredible… he never felt something like this. And, for once, it wasn’t a situation of life or death.
“It’s a girl! Congratulation!” one of the midwives, after gently taken care of the baby girl, handed it to Fugo, with a smile. The young man swallowed. The moment had finally come.
Hesitantly, he picked the baby girl, as the midwife adjusted his grip on the toddler. Fugo finally looked down at his baby and…
His heart was immediately stolen.
How could he had been doubtful? How could he, in the beginning, thinking that the baby wasn’t good? Now that his eyes reflected in his baby’s ones, violet as his, he could feel just love and adoration for her. His little girl. His baby.
He gently held her on his chest, lulling her, as silent tears ran down his cheeks. He felt overwhelmed. It was all… too beautiful to be true. It all seemed just a dream.
As the baby sneezed, Fugo lifted his head a bit, kissing her small head, with extreme sweetness, turning then to you, a teary smile on his lips.
“She’s perfect, like you.” he murmured to you, going to your side. You smiled, tired but happy, nestling on his shoulder, smiling at your little one. Here she is…
“Panni… she needs a name.” you murmured, bending to softly kiss her rosy cheeks, huffing a small laugh when she scrunched her little nose and touched your cheeks. Fugo smiled, sweetly, kissing your hair as well, while gently holding your daughter.
“What about Ginevra?” you smiled, recognizing in the name his taste for classic. Ginevra… it was unusual, but it sounded so well. It fitted her, you thought. Ginevra Fugo… yes, it definitely fitted.
“I like it. Our Ginevra.” you murmured, happy, as Ginevra frowned and pouted adorably, making your both chuckle.
Once more, Fugo promised to himself, to you, to Ginevra, not to be like his father.
He would have been a father Ginevra would have been proud to.
Hewwo Tri :3 ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Soooooo, since the best waifu is available... Hohoho, then what about something for her? Anything is fine, random hcs/mini scenario... you choose :3
Eeeeeessssstteeeeee ⊂(´・ω・｀⊂) AH!! A SPEEDO REQUEST!!! I’m so happy hhhhhhhh, Speedo 💖💖 Aaaaanndd sure thing!! Let’s go :3
General headcanons for Robert E. O. Speedwagon
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Even if he was from a poor family, Speedwagon always did his best to emerge in the most harmless possible way. Even if he acted like a tough man who cared just about himself, everyone knew how caring and devote to friends and comrades he was, without being, anyway, soft. He was a man of strong morals who lived in a tough world; his good soul, however, allowed him to absorb just the good aspects of this, such as determination, willpower, the ability to recognize real evil from who just acted evil in order to survive.
After Jonathan’s death, Speedwagon took upon himself the protection of Erina’s dignity. She was a rich, young and beautiful widow and a lot of men would have liked to marry her and to gain her new fortune; Speedwagon knew that the only love of her life was and would always have been Jonathan and that she didn’t want to marry again. So, he worked to keep those men far from her, being her, in fact, protector. Even if in the beginning Erina was a bit wary, she soon recognized Speedwagon’s value and honor, and in few months they became best friends.
He was a wonderful uncle! He never tried to be Jorge or Joseph’s respective father, sticking to the uncle role. He was the main male figure in their life, yes, but he always reminded them both who their respective fathers were. He told Jorge how good and brave Jonathan had been, how strong and deep his sense of honor and friendship was and how much he had inspired him to be a better man. In the end, both Jorge and Joseph knew a lot of things about Jonathan; in a sense, Speedwagon let him live through his -and Erina’s- words and transmitted his values in his descendants.
In all his life, Speedwagon held a grudge just towards one person: Dio. Because he led his best friend and Erina’s eternal love to his death, because he stole a wonderful father from Jorge and a splendid grandfather from Joseph… he couldn’t forgive him. And everything he did, such as creating the Speedwagon Foundation, was not just to commemorate Jonathan, but also to prevent other Joestars to meet Jonathan’s fate and to leave their children and so on without them. He wanted to prevent more Erina, Joseph and Jorge; the Joestar family had to be protected and he wanted to do it also after his death.
Hey Tri :3 ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ You know what? I really need to know the continuum of Risotto’s Secret Garden, sono debole 😂 soooo... is Granny Tosca the Don of an enemy group? Will Prosci really kill his beloved nephew? Will Risotto cry? I need the DRAMA 💚
Esteeeeeeeee ⊂(･ω･*⊂) A H, I loved it so much 💖 And I fear you’ll throw at me many boots after reading this aaaaaa gomenasaiiiiiiiii 😂 It’s a bit looong, but I hope you’ll like it! :3
Here’s the first part!
Risotto’s secret garden: second part
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After that day, Risotto talked even lesser than usual. Prosciutto wasn’t around, busy with his mission, and no one dared to ask him what was in his mind. No one aside Gelato and Sorbetto, the only ones, with Prosciutto, who knew how to deal with Risotto when he was in an awful mood.
“Hey, novellino.” Sorbetto greeted, entering his office without knocking. Just he and Gelato had the right to call the way taller and buffer man “novellino”, rookie, as they had been his mentors and, by now, it was more an affectionate nickname than anything else. Risotto, instead of huffing, as he always did when he was called so, just glared at the older man, silent. Sorbetto sighed, sitting on one of the chairs in front of his Capo’s desk, looking at him for a while, in a calm and patient silence. Risotto, after a little, went back to ignore him and scribble on his papers, hoping that, seeing that he didn’t want to talk, he would have gone on his merry way.
Alas, Sorbetto knew better. He knew how to deal with his pupil, he knew that he needed time. And, lucky -or unlucky- for him, Sorbetto, when he wanted, was a really patient man, as Gelato could confirm.
As he had predicted, after a while, Risotto put down the pen, lifting his gaze on his mentor. His eyebrow was twitching, Sorbetto noticed, before looking again without fear in his red eyes. He never was scared by his almost demoniac appearance nor that he could use Metallica on him. Sorbetto knew Risotto wouldn’t ever have done it.
“So, Risotto? Ready to spit it out?” he asked, crossing his leg. Risotto grumbled and Sorbetto had to chew back a smile. It was like having to deal with a Risotto barely come out from puberty and not his feared and mature Capo, sometimes…
“I’ve nothing to spit out.” at his words, Sorbetto rolled his eyes, What was he thinking, that he was stupid or what?
“Sorry to contradict you, but even an idiot would notice that there’s been something wrong with you, in the last days. It’s about Prosciutto’s mission?” Sorbetto’s black eyes sharpened, seeing the slightest unpleasant twitch in Risotto’s mouth. Ah, so it was so…
“C’mon, novellino. You know you can rely on us.” his voice was slightly gentler, as it was something that evidently was bothering Risotto really a lot. And the things that bothered Risotto to this extent were really, really few and usually really serious.
Risotto sighed, heavily leaning on the back of his chair, closing his eyes for a little while. Why was it so difficult… but Sorbetto was right. He was letting this thing to chew him from inside and how could he lead his group, in such conditions? Maybe talking about it would have helped him for real. And Sorbetto was a discreet man, he was sure that not even a syllable would have left the office.
And so, the Capo told everything. From his first meeting with Tosca, to the warm affection he felt for the lively grandma, how he loved her as she was really his grandma, how she and the group of old ladies grew to be so important to him… and, then, he told him about Tosca’s grandson and that he was the target assigned for that mission.
Sorbetto stayed quiet and silent for a while, absorbing Risotto’s words. Now he was understanding… a really horrible situation indeed. Fate could be really a bitch, uh?
“What do you think to do, when Prosciutto will be back? Avoiding Tosca at all?” he asked, finally breaking the silence. Risotto sighed, looking at him, tired as Sorbetto rarely had seen him. This situation really was a heavy burden for him…
“I don’t know. Her grandson will be surely dead by now and this was a target related to a rival gang. I don’t even know if Tosca suspects this… how would you react knowing that your just dead grandson was a gangster while you were thinking he was a good boy? The shock could even kill her. And… and I can’t let her know that her grandson died because of me, that it was my fault.” he answered, grimacing. He could bear anything, but not the hate of the few people he loved, such as his team and, now, Tosca. Sorbetto slowly nodded, thoughtful, swinging a little his foot, as he always did when he was lost in his thoughts.
“But it’s not your fault, Risotto. We are just executors. And no,- he said, lifting a hand, blocking Risotto’s protests before he could even speak- we can’t just not execute Boss’ orders. You perfectly know that doing it would mean certain death for insubordination, so it’s not something negotiable. It has been a simple and terrible casualty, nothing more. And, in my opinion, right now what Tosca may need more is a friendly presence near her, in a so hard moment. Having you near may help her to face the mourning and get over it quicker than if she was alone.” the man pondered, in a quiet voice. Risotto listened in silence, sighing, after a while. Well… Sorbetto was right. As almost always, in the end; he was his mentor for a reason, all in all. Taking another deep breath, he nodded, earning a small from the usually serious man, before Gelato, after knocking, peeked inside, announcing Prosciutto’s return. Risotto’s heart sank again, knowing what this meant.
It was time.
**
Two days after Prosciutto’s return and after reading again and again his detailed report, Risotto found the strength to go again to the park. His teammate’s report didn’t leave space to doubts: Tosca’s grandson was dead. At least, as he demanded him, Prosciutto ended his life quickly and painlessly. An incredible small comfort, but better than nothing.
It seemed like time was submerged in a molasses jar. Every step was heavy and difficult, as guilt was burdening his heart. To be fair, he didn’t really think he would have found Tosca at the park, not after such a news. He had to change his mind when he saw, on her usual bench, Tosca. She was sitting on the edge, all flopped on herself, as a heavy rock was standing on her shoulders. Risotto’s heart clenched painfully, seeing her like this. It was like he was feeling her pain, it was like feeling the same pain he felt after his cousin’s sudden death. It was so heavy and overwhelming that he was feeling like he was suffocating.
Tosca lifted her head a bit, hearing Risotto approaching. A small, sad and grieving smile bent her lips, making Risotto’s heart even heavier. How much he would have given to not see her like this…
She lightly patted the spot near her, as she always did, and Risotto sat near her, silent. The clear blue sky was slightly covered by white, fluffy clouds that, when they passed in front of the sun, casted the park in a fresh shadow. The birds were chirping, the wind was gently ruffling the leaves, as always. It seemed like everything was as the same, as nothing bad just happened and Tosca, in a moment, would have asked him to hold the skein while she separated the threads… but both of them knew that that day wasn’t like others.
That was a day of mourn and gloom. And that day was time to throw away all the masks.
“I’ve heard about your grandson. I’m sorry, Tosca.” Risotto murmured, finally finding again his voice. How curious, he absentmindedly thought, that he had no problems to face the worst criminals of all Italy on daily basis, following his Boss’ orders, but now… this was the most difficult thing he had ever done, staying near to this old woman grieving for her grandson. He felt like he was dying as well.
“Thank you. But, you know… I was expecting it, soon or later. He too. With the life he had…” she trailed off, sighing. Risotto frowned, hearing those words. What…? She knew, so? And she was so tranquil knowing it?
Seeing the confusion on his face, Tosca smiled again, still sad, even tired. For the first time, Risotto saw on her all the years she truly had, the old lady hidden under her usual gleeful attitude.
“Are you asking yourself how I knew about it, hm? I know a lot of things, Risotto Nero…” Risotto froze, hearing her calling him with his full name. He… never told her his surname. How could she…?
“It’s time for you to know, my dear… but please, don’t let it make you forget the splendid friendship we have, ok?” she said in a hopeful tone. Risotto sighed, nodding, even if still wary. He couldn’t deny her this, after taking from her her grandson. In any case… in the worst case, he would have been ready with Metallica. But just as very last option.
“I know what my grandson did for living ‘cause I was the one who gave him orders, my dear.” she explained, quiet, looking ahead. Risotto, for the second time in few minutes, froze again, completely taken aback. No, wait… this meant that she…? No, it couldn’t be. He couldn’t believe it…
“As you have understood, by now, I’m indeed the Boss of the gang your Boss want to eradicate. Or, better, to absorb, as a big company does with smaller ones, eliminating who opposite to this.” she said, quietly, folding her hands on her lap. Risotto stayed silent, to give her time to explain properly. He didn’t know how he was feeling… so many upsetting news all together. He needed a bit to elaborate it all.
“My grandson was a fierce opponent of this fusion and he payed for this. I am against it too… so I guess that soon or later my turn will come, uh?” another sad smile bent her lips, as she watched Risotto. As she did many times before, she gently patted his hand, squinting at him, making Risotto’s heart hurt even more. Even with her glasses, Tosca’s eyesight was pretty poor, but she always joked about that…
“I’d like you to take the mission on you, when your Boss will give it to your team. I know it’s… a hard request… but please, my dear. You’re the only one I can trust to do this. I know you’ll be… as merciful as possible.” every word seemed to plant a red-hot blade in his heart. He lowered his head, gritting his teeth. How could she ask him, among all people, something like this…? How could she ask him to kill her, the person he considered, by now, his grandma? Did she really think he would have been able to kill her?
Would he be able to do it, all in all…?
Yes, he thought, after a while. He would have been able. Even if only to give her the most merciful and fastest death she could hope to have.
He had to be the one to kill her right because he loved her so much. He owed her it. He owed her a fast and dignified death, as she deserved. If the Boss would have sent Cioccolata and Secco, she would have suffered unbearable hours of pure pain, before finally meeting the sweet release of death. He couldn’t allow it to happen.
For her and all the love and happiness she gave him in those months, he had to overcome his pain and do it. This was her last desire: he had to fulfill it.
“I don’t want to do it.” he said, anyway, quiet. Tosca smiled again, brushing his cheek with her knuckles, as she always did, understanding what he really meant.
“I know, my dear, I know. But you have to. I know how things work, in your organization… if you don’t do exactly like the Boss says, he gets ridden of you. Risotto… you’re still so young, you have many years in front of you. Who knows, maybe one day someone will dethrone your Boss and a new era will start. You have so much time to live… you have time to even find a person you could love with all your heart. You have time to have a family. I have lived many happy years… I’m an old lady, Risotto. I’m tired. But I want to go with the same dignity as I have lived with.” Tosca replied, with a soft voice. Risotto’s lips quivered, as he was trying with all his might to hold back a sob, even if his eyes were dry as a desert. In order to not betray himself, he just nodded at her words, earning a slightly brighter smile from the old woman.
“Thank you, my dear.” she said, before getting up and, as she always did, kissing his cheek in that way that kids hated but that, instead, Risotto found so reassuring. Then, she left, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
He got up just when dusk was falling and slowly come back to the HQ. No one dared to talk to him or ask what he had done all the time he had been out, not even Ghiaccio, who was never scared to speak up, surely tamed by one of Gelato’s famous glares. Risotto, on his own, didn’t say a word and just closed himself in his office, sighing. He felt… empty. So empty, so tired…
He sat down, sighing again and closing his eyes. How much he wished this all to be just a bad dream…
A ping from the laptop broke his thoughts. Risotto opened his eyes, checking the mails, paling a little when he saw it was from the Boss. The Boss usually contacted him just for one reason…
His hand was slightly trembling, when he moved the mouse to open the mail. His heart broke and his eyes stung for tears never shed, when he read the message.
