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Why is he angry?
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Italian backroom.
Why is he angry?
Prosciutto: The people younger than me appear to be using “yes chef” as a gender-neutral version of “yes sir” or “yes ma’am” and I think that’s pretty cool.
Melone: It’s a reference from The Bear
Prosciutto: Why would a bear say “yes chef”?
I was reading your rules and I was wondering if you write platonic stuff if you do I was hoping you could write a (Fluff) Prosciutto x gn reader. Gn is a young newly hired member of la squadra they are loud and energetic and are being trained by Prosciutto at first he was annoyed with their brash personality but slowly they develop a sibling bond!
if you do write this, Thanks I really appreciate it!
<•~°Aniki °~•>
⪼ Prosciutto x GN Reader
⪼ Platonic/ Fluff ⪻
⪼ Cw: None, Language?
Not pr so don't mind any spelling mistakes you catch haha okie enjoy. ♥︎
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"Hello?! Are you gonna HELP?! Or are you just gonna continue to watch me get my ass whooped?! " You shout to the shadow where you know Prosciutto is hidden. You know he's watching as you struggle to take down a group.
It's quiet for a moment, the dim light causing you squint, losing sight of the enemies around you.
"You're not taking this seriously, y/n! I need you..to focus. " Prosciutto replies, his voice laced with anger yet he keeps his composure. He watches as you try and sneak your way around, getting caught almost immediately.
" Obviouslyyy! A-A lil hard t-to focus... when.. I'm being STRANGLED! " You yell dramatically, while taking down one of the group's men who had you in a hold.
" Che cazzo fai?! Y/N! BE QUIET! You have a stand! Use it, dammit! " You can tell his patience is now hanging on by a thread. You're now just as annoyed deciding to push his buttons.
" I'm right here! COME AND GET ME! " you scream out into the room, bringing up your your knife. Of course that summoned a group of armed men to you.
..Really y/n? Reckless as always...
Prosciutto thinks to himself letting out a sigh. He already knew where this was going. He knew you were going to show off your fighting skills without the use of a stand.
Of course you wouldn't use your stand, you never listened to him which always led to arguments. Which led to him threatening to use The grateful dead on you. That was always the teams cue to seperate you two.
Prosciutto was a man who took his work very seriously. In his mind this line of work has no time for games, and bullshit. Strict..Assess the situation, get the job done quietly, and go home mindset.
You on the other hand are a wild card. You like to have fun, even if you could be taken out any second by an enemy. It was thrilling for you.
Risotto, knowing you're eccentric personality dismissed the idea of throwing you straight into the wolves den at first until, Prosciutto who had been training you for a couple weeks, had finally convinced him it was the optimal choice for training you. You were still pretty new to La Squadra, while you are decent at what you do, you tend to make a mess of your work without care.
Not only that you had only recently unlocked your stand, which had power to silence any and all sound within its range. Meaning you could easily sneak up behind an enemy in complete silence..but where's the fun in that?
It was honestly one of the reasons Risotto decided to let you join. He definitely viewed it as a valuable asset to the team, I mean you're assassins after all. Silence is a great strength. As long as you learn the best ways to use it.
So here you are taking on a team of armed men, refusing your stand in spite of Prosciutto. Of course it was always funny for you, to watch him blow a fuse, and threaten you.
To you it seemed like you were the only one he seriously couldn't stand. He was always incredibly hard on you. So instead of even trying to befriend him you decided it was better to just do your own thing.
This ultimately was a bad idea now that he was training you, because now you understood he wasn't going to help until absolutely necessary.
That wasn't going to stop you though, you were going to prove to him you didn't need his help. You gained more and more confidence the more men you took down.
"See! I got this!..You can go home now!" You exclaimed, joking excitedly. Hit after hit, you kept rising, giving back as much as you were getting. You manage to take down most of the men on your own.
"You hit like a bitch! " you yell out disarming a man, before shooting him with his own gun.
You turn to look where prosciutto was once standing in darkness, no longer seeing a silhouette you feel a bit of disappointment.
.. Did he actually leave? What the hell? .. Leaving instead of helping me... Of course he would he hates me..
Your thoughts are interrupted as a hard fist collides with your face. It knocks you down and you feel the cold, dirty floor under you as you let out a loud groan.
" Not so tough now are you. " the stranger laughs, pinning you down. He wounds your side, leaving your mind is fuzzy for a moment. When your mind settles you call out for your stand immediately activating your ability..
Silence.. Not a single sound, not the heavy breathing of you, or the enemy above you.. Not the sound of gun fire or metal in the abandoned building, where you've been fighting for the past hour.. Just complete and utter silence...
This completely throws off your enemy, he takes his eyes off you for a moment..
"Strike. Don't hesitate.. Don't wait.. The moment presents itself you take it and don't waste a second of it. It's you or them."
Prosciutto's words echo in your head, it was one of the first sentences he spoke in your training.
Wasting not a moment later you, quickly search your surroundings, reaching over for a metal bar your eyes locked onto. You grab the bar and swing it to your enemy knocking him off of you. You use this time to hide into the shadows with your footsteps silenced.
You hide in a dark, corner spot, wincing as you press onto your side. A second later you jump in your hiding place as you feel a hand lay onto your shoulder.
"Pros? When the hell did you get down here? I thought you left? "
" You seriously thought I would leave you behind? " He asks brows furrowing, followed by a small offended scoff. He hands you an ice cold water bottle, confused you shut your eyes for a second. Trying to catch your breath, when you open them prosciutto is already on the move the grateful deads mist spreading all around.
You feel its effects on your body, quickly you start to move towards the exit of the building. Basically soaking yourself in the freezing water to lower your temperature.
Once you're out you start making your way back to the safe house, the streets are quiet and empty. Your injured side causing you to limp, until you stop in your tracks hearing footsteps behind you ten minutes later.
"Pros? " he doesn't say anything he just positions himself under your arm to help you walk better. He's expressionless as always so you don't know whether to prepare for a lecture at the house or nothing at all.
The walk all the way home was unbearably silent. You arrive a while later to the house, greeted by Pesci lounging on the couch.
"Big bro! Y/n! How'd it go?...oh.." Pesci questions instantly noticing your injuries.
"Get me the first aid kit. " prosciutto demands in a monotone voice.
"Pros, I'm fine. I'll survive. See? " you laugh and plop yourself, onto the couch, groaning at the pain that sparks when you hit the seat.
"Lift your shirt." Prosciutto says laying out the tools Pesci brought, to stitch up your wounded side. This causes Pesci to leave the area giving you guys privacy.
"Woah. Take me out to dinner first." You joke, he remains completely blank in the face. Swallowing hard you lift the side of your shirt squeezing your face as pain radiates from your wound.
Prosciutto uses whatever knowledge he possesses to clean and stitch your injury to the best of his abilities. Placing a large gauze pad over it with some medical tape.
"You were completely reckless, you could've gotten yourself killed.. Dammit y/n! You never listen.. " he starts his rant before he can continue you cut him off.
"Prosciutto, please spare me the lecture tonight.. I get it. You hate me! You don't want me on the team. . I'm exhaaauusted.. Give me the speech tomorrow. " You say dramatically, definitely feeling like you need a much deserved rest. Prosciutto looks at you confused for a moment before letting out a big sigh.
"So first you think Id leave you to die? Now you think I hate you? "
"Yes. You're always so hard on me... E-Even harder than you are with Pesci. I'm always trying to keep the peace, joke around a little..but you.. "
This time he cuts you off during your rant.
"I don't hate you y/n! I hate that you don't take things more seriously.." he states.
"I tell you one thing and you do the opposite.. Of course I'm hard on you, do you think our enemies are going to take it easy on you? Huh?.. " he pauses and sighs before sitting next to you.
"I'm hard on you..I'm mean..because I respect you.. I believe..you can do things on your own without any of us.. If you'd actually focus on the task, instead of playing games. " he admits which honestly leaves you quite shocked, you've never sat down and had a genuine conversation with him.
"I see you, as I see Pesci.. I may be your mentor, but in this work.. In this life we are family.. I am your..aniki... And I do not wish to lose any of this family, I only want to push you to your true potential as an assassin.. Because I believe you could be great in this line of work. . If you would just try.." He says full of honesty the most calm you've ever seen him, honestly a little too calm it's scary.
"Wow .. My aniki? Using Pesci's words on me? Who knew you were such a softie? " you say playfully nudging him in the side with your elbow.
He just gives you a glare that says 'don't push it' which makes you give a small laugh.
"Yes his words..he's not a complete idiot, like some..." He states still glaring at you, causing you to throw your hands up in surrender.
"Ok. Ok, I'll stop... But thank you..Pros.. I am really happy to hear that..big bro. " you say teasingly with a big smile on your face. He just shakes his head at your teasing and stands up.
"Also I would never leave you to die out there... Well..Unless it was you or me.. then I'd choose me.. " he says seriously, but you can hear the playful undertone in his voice.
"What if it was me or Pesci? " you grin raising an eyebrow.
"Oh. I'm picking Pesci a hundred percent, he's less annoying...Now! Rest up we have more work to do tomorrow. "
"WHAT!? B-BUT PESCI BUGS YOU TOO!..WAIT TOMORROW?..BUT..I..I'M INJURED! " You whine in disbelief struggling to get words out. Gesturing towards your injury. He just chuckles at you as he's walking towards the rooms.
"You think Risotto is gonna let you take a day off after he hears about the mess you made?.. That ..I ..had to clean...You do realize being your 'older brother', I still have to report back to our boss. " he responded standing at the doorway.
"Proooossss, pleeease nooooo. UUUGHH! " you dramatically drop your head onto the seat of the couch.
"Good night, y/n." He teases and chuckles at your despair finding it amusing. He then quietly closes the door behind him.
"Good night..big bro. " you smile and mutter to yourself, followed by a sigh.
Tomorrow is gonna be hell..
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A/N: hiii anon I hope you liked it. I tried my best haha. <3 this was a fun one tbh. It's not proof read so please don't mind any mistakes haha.
Formaggio: if u got yo leg cut off would it hurt because your leg can’t hurt cuz it’s cut off
Sorbet: ...
Formaggio: im sorry
Formaggio: i can text other girls?
Illuso: yeah
Formaggio: deadass?
Illuso: yeah if u want to text other girls go for it
Formaggio: i love you
Illuso: ok
Formaggio: what
Formaggio: whats the word when hands are bisexual
Ghiaccio: DO YOU MEAN AMBIDEXTROUS????:&
Formaggio: im in love with you
*Gelato removed Formaggio from the group
*Gelato removed Illuso from the group
*Gelato removed Pesci from the group
*Gelato removed Prosciutto from the group
*Gelato removed Melone from the group
*Gelato removed Ghiaccio from the group
*Gelato removed Risotto from the group
Gelato: Now it’s just you and me.
Gelato: I’m going to do things to you.
Sorbet: ?????
Sorbet: ???
Sorbet: HELL
Sorbet: HELP
Sorbet: HELO
Sorbet: HELP
Gelato: Are you too alpha male to kiss the phone back
Sorbet: No
Gelato: Okay then next time I kiss the phone I better hear “muah muah”
Sorbet: Yes sir
Gelato: punk ass boy
Sorbet: I’m sorry
Gelato: Don’t be sorry be better
Sorbet: Yes you’re right
