#first confrontation

[whitedahlia13]

On this day in Stydia history...

First steps towards each other

(August 8, 2011)

[kindajared]

First Confrontation || NaomixRisotto

(I know there’s plenty of people who don’t like OC fics and I honestly totally get that bc I usually don’t either, but I’m really passionate about her...and Risotto <3 So I’ve sort of been writing things for her and thought...why not publish it here? Enjoy possibly?)

The run down for what she would be doing as a part of the hitman team was simple enough for her. She was mostly uninterested. This was just be something she would be doing for years on end for the sake of her actions. Honestly, she didn’t mind. Her life had turned to shit, and this was certainly something to do. It would be a wild ride and she quickly came to realize it, even like it.

Being teamed up with Formaggio didn’t really bother her much. It was easy to admit she didn’t enjoy his company at first, but it did get worse. She hated his stuck-up attitude and his attempt at char. There were few things she like about him. But as far as she knew, this would be long term.

She had no idea what to expect on the mission, but that was sort of apart of the fun of it. It ended up being rather boring despite the fact that she murdered someone-Formaggio being the one that wanted her to do it to ‘test her loyalty’. She was indeed hesitant, but she didn’t have the humanity she once did, so she just did it. The death of the enemy Capo was unsuspicious looking, though an autopsy would definitely say otherwise.

Neither of them broke a sweat and returned to the headquarters withing days. The both of them bickered quite a bit, it was a shame, really, they were alike in a lot of ways. Of course, the car rides were the worst. They were either silent, or their conversations were slightly verbally abusive. Oh well, she’d have to get used to it.

“You one and only has returned!”

Formaggio declared as the two of you entered the headquarters. Naomi went to sit down on one of the common room’s sofas, crossing her legs. The ones there were Prosciutto, Pesci, Illusso, and Risotto. They weren’t saying much.

“Well?”

Risotto spoke up, looking to Naomi. She perked up, having relaxed a bit.

“Ah, fine. No trouble. Gotta admit it was sort of a shame.”

“Hm.”

Risotto replied. Formaggio spoke with a smirk before sitting.

“I think she might get off on this stuff. Naomi shot him a glare.

“You say that to me again when you go whack off in the bathroom later tonight.”

She retorted rudely. Formaggio was silent, looking away. Illusso chuckled.

“I like her.”

He was amused more than anyone. Prosciutto then leaned forward, folding his hands together in front of him.

“If the two of you don’t get off each other’s backs, it won’t end well.”

His words made Naomi sigh and cross her arms.

“Yeah yeah, so be it.”

She looked to Formaggio, who hesitantly looked back. She spoke again.

“Can we get over it? Or not?”

Formaggio lifted a brow.

“So, is this a truce then? You giving in?”

He smirked. Naomi scoffed.

“Call it what you want. Sure. I’m not a fan of immaturity.”

Prosciutto looked to her; attention caught. Pesci spoke.

“I haven’t heard someone talk to ‘Maggio like that besides Illusso.”

Naomi couldn’t help but smile.

“Unfortunately, I’m going to have to hold back from now on.”

Melone and Ghiacchio then walked in. Ghiacchio’s expression was twisted.

“That fucking sucked.”

Risotto spoke after Ghiacchio.

“What happened?”

Melone sat next to Naomi before replying.

“Nothing. That’s his problem.”

He spoke on behalf of the other. Ghiacchio growled.

“Was that even worth anything?”

He turned to Melone, who opened his computer.

“Fifty Million Lyra.”

Melone told him. Ghiacchio scoffed.

“More than I expected. Good.”

Naomi lifted her brows.

“Greedy, I see.”

She commented. Ghiacchio furrowed his brows.

“Of course. We barely get any compared to what the Familia gets!”

Melone turned to her.

“You’ll start to feel the same. Greed is a powerful thing, you know.”

He spoke directly. Naomi hummed.

“I see…so then… what is our motivation supposed to be?”

Risotto interrupted.

“Passione. We do everything for the Familia.”

Naomi looked to him.

“Ah. I suppose I’ll try harder. If I’m going to be a part of this. I should do it right, no?”

Risotto nodded.

“You’re getting the hand of it quickly.”

Naomi smiled lightly at his words. So, she was making a good impression. Good. This was what she wanted. Risotto stood then.

“Naomi.”

He spoke her name and she looked up at him.

“Come with me.”

He sounded serious. It made Naomi nervous. She stood hesitantly wand walked over to him. She’d never stood next to him. A whimper threatened to leave her lips. He was practically a giant. She followed him when he began to walk, looking back at the other’s Formaggio was smirking, sliding a finger across his neck. Naomi gave him the finger before Risotto spoke.

“Ignore him.”

Naomi’s heart skipped a beat before she turned back, entering his office.

“Close the door behind you.”

He went to sit at his desk as she shut the door behind her. She swallowed when she turned to see him as he sat, resting his elbows on his desk.

“Come closer.”

He told her. She was still at the door. She closed the distance between her and his desk. He looked up.

“Tell me how it went.”

He meant business. Naomi reached up to smooth her hair back.

“Well, it went well. I don’t really know what else to say. Nothing got in the way. No extra fatalities or anything like that.”

She told him. Not exactly sure what he wanted to hear. He nodded.

“And Formaggio?”

She chuckled.

“I don’t have anything nice to say.”

“Naomi.”

Naomi quieted herself when he interrupted.

“You have to get along with him.”

Naomi looked to the side.

“I know. I just fucking hate guys like him. If I could have a different-?”

Risotto stood then, rounding the table. He towered over her.

“Don’t.”

He looked down at her and she tried her best not to cower.

“Um…don’t wha-?”

He took ahold of her face roughly.

“Make requests like that. Don’t.”

She widened her eyes.

“Y-Yes. I won’t…”

She averted her eyes. Risotto removed his hand.

“I like you. I don’t want that to change.”

Those words made Naomi blush. Wow. Okay. That was kind of awesome to hear.

“I-I don’t want that to change either.”

Risotto motioned with his head for her to leave and she began to walk to the door without a word, but a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

She managed to look back.

“I won’t.”

She smiled softly as Risotto moved his hand.

“Good.”

She was luckily getting used to his voice, so she no longer had the shakes.  She turned the door handle and left, letting out a long breath. Fuck. That was…intense. Though she loved the feeling she felt around him. She hated that she did. She no longer wanted to feel those familiar feelings. Not after what she’d been through. She disliked emotions, especially romantic ones.

She would have to figure something out. Make it all stop. For the sake of her sanity…or else she would fall for him.

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The Marauders + Lily + Severus || The Confrontation

“I think the Ballycastle Bats have a real shot at the National Cup. This is the best line up they’ve had in years.” Sirius spoke quickly, animated and excited. Here he was, on the Hogwarts Express with two new friends. And they were friends already. It didn’t matter that he’d only known James and Remus for a few hours. They just kind of... fit. He could talk to them about things he was interested in, and they didn’t tell him it was silly or juvenile. He could be himself -- hyper and silly and loud -- and they didn’t tell him to be quiet or to act more ‘gentlemanly’ or ‘becoming of a Black’. The last few hours had been some of the happiest and most carefree of his life.. He just hoped... Maybe at least one of them would be in Slytherin with him. James was a pureblood, after all, so maybe? Or at least... maybe they would still be his friends, even if they were in different houses. “Have you seen their seeker? He’s --”  

Sirius stopped mid sentence, distracted, and turned towards the compartment door as it slid open.