Hello honey! May I ask some hcs with Whammu with a fem!s/o who likes to train/fight with him?? - Med
【Wammu】
He would be willing to train with you, but fighting would be out of the question. You’re his s/o, and he doesn’t want to hurt you - it would go against his honour and morals too. He still admires your determination, especially as a warrior, and while he won’t fight back, he does allow you to test your strength out on him should you wish to do so. When training with him, he tends to go at a pace he knows you can handle and keep up with, not wanting you to overexert yourself - despite him being more than happy to carry you back should you need it.
Since Tumblr really likes to swallow my request, could you please do some HCs for La Squadra di Esecuzione as fathers? ;) Thank you and good luck with your work <3
How you know me well, Medusa, hitting right on my softest spot, aaaaaaaah
La Squadra di Esecuzione as fathers
(Under the cut for lenght!)
Risotto Nero
Risotto is already used to deal with his often childish boys, so he’s not scared by parenthood. He’s trained, he’s ready and he tries his best to be more present both for his s/o and their child: he doesn’t want to be remembered as an absent father.
His child is his treasure and the light of his eyes. When they’re a toddler, he loves to keep them in his arms, safe on his chest: his warmth and calm heartbeat always lull the little one to a peaceful sleep.
The more the child grows, the more Risotto learns about the unique love that bonds a father and his child; he’s here when they take their first steps, when they start to talk. He loves to read them tales and children books before sleeping and to help them with their homeworks when they need it.
He’s the proudest and most supportive dad ever. To an outsider it could seem that he behaves exactly like always, but his child knows him too well. They can see the small smile that thugs his lips and how soft their father’s strange eyes are. Risotto makes sure to always make them feel appreciated.
Even if he doesn’t pamper or spoil them, he’s really protective towards his child. He’s one of the most dangerous -and hated, among other gangs- men in all Italy, so he has tons of enemies. He’s always on guard, trying to be with his family as much as he can, always doing his best not to let the child notice that their father is on patrol and murder mode. He wants his child to have a happy and peaceful childhood and future life, hopefully away from mafia.
Prosciutto
As Risotto, Prosciutto always took care of someone for all his life. So, when he receives the news, he thinks to be more than ready and capable to take care also of his child. He’s, however, more and more nervous as the birth time approaches: this is his child, not one of the neighborhood kids or Pesci… all his worries and fears, however, vanish when he sees his child for the first time: he knows, deep in his heart, that he’ll do everything and even more for their happiness and safety.
He tries to learn everything he can in order to help his s/o and to be the best father he can. He often loses track of time when he’s with his child, watching them sleep peacefully or play. His kid is the only one who can mess with his hair without receiving a growl or a frown back: Prosciutto just can’t keep a dark face around his child, his joy and light.
He absolutely supports to hell and back his child, encouraging them to follow their dreams and passions. He couldn’t ever have a normal life, so he does his best to keep his work out of home. The only ones who know about his child are Risotto, of course, as his Capo and mentor, and Pesci, who gladly becomes an uncle for the little one.
As much as Prosciutto is caring and sweet with his child, he’s merciless and unrestrainable towards who dares to put in danger his family. A powerful mafia man like him, the second in command of la Squadra di Esecuzione, has a lot of enemies who’d be really glad to know that he has a weakness: he’s ready to slay anyone who even thinks about harm his s/o and his precious child.
Pesci
As much as he wanted to be a father, one day, he doesn’t feel ready for a child. What if he accidentally hurt them? What if he’s not enough? He’s not strong or determined like his fratellone, what if he just screw everything up? Seeing his child for the first time, however, helps him to realize one thing: he’d die a thousand times for them and nothing will stop him from being the best father he can.
He’s a soft and sweet dad, up to do every game his child wants to do: hide and seek? He’s already counting. Building something with lego bricks? Let’s do it! His favourite moments, however, are when he takes his child to the beach and they fish together. He loves to see the small focused frown on his child’s little forehead, while they watch intently the water, hoping to catch a fish. When they’re tired of fishing, they play with sand and go on shells hunting, chit-chatting and laughing.
Pesci tries his best not to spoil his child, knowing that it’s unhealthy, but his kid, in fact, has him wrapped around their pinkie. If they really want something, they can be sure that Pesci would do anything he can to get it for them.
Prosciutto is obviously involved in the little one’s life: he’s Pesci’s fratellone, he wants him to be his child’s uncle! In the beginning, however, he’s a little worried that his own child could prefer uncle Prosciutto to him; his insecurity is wiped out when he sees that they still go back to him every time. When Pesci confess it to Prosciutto, he just rolls his eyes, with a little smile, and says that his child will never replace their own father with someone else.
Formaggio
Formaggio never actively thought about having a child. Yes, sometimes, seeing a child walking hand in hand with their mother or father, he imagined, for a moment, his and his s/o’s life with a child of their own, but nothing more. Now, however, that imaginary child is so real that it almost scares him: he doesn’t think of himself as a good father. He has too bad habits, he’s not really responsible, the poor kid would surely be unhappy with a father like him.
He almost is tempted to run away, when the child is born, but he steels himself: he can’t be so coward. When he has the child in his arms, when he feels his little fingers wrapping around his one, he feels his heart flutter and he’s almost on verge of tears. This is his child, the most important legacy he will leave on this planet when he’ll be gone. It’s his duty to protect them and to make them happy as best as he can.
So, first of all, he tries to keep at least in line his bad habits, for his child’s sake. He wants to be a good father for them, not like his own. He doesn’t want them to end up like him, first a thief, then a mafia man and a murderer. He wants better for them.
After he gains a bit of security, he’s a really affectionate and playful dad. He’s always up to play with them, when he’s at home, and to cover them with raspberries and to tickle them, to make them laugh ‘till no end. He just loves his little child’s laugh and smile: it’s the concrete proof that they’re happy, that he’s not a scum of man but a decent dad for them. At least he’s making them happy.
He’s really protective towards his child. He knows well how scary and dangerous the world can be and he doesn’t want his child to have to face his nightmares. He’ll not pamper him: his kid will have their own challenges, as it should be, but they would never have to face their father’s one. He takes care of anyone who dares to bother or thinks to put in danger his family: using his Little Feet he eradicates the problem without even batting an eyelash.
Melone
Melone is ecstatic. A child, a real child!! He’s almost jumping off his skin at the news. He always wanted a child; in the end, Babyface’s sons were just palliatives for the absence of a real one. He immediately starts to read and study everything he can about toddlers, phases of childhood and how children’s brains work: he wants to be more than ready for his little kid.
He soon clashes into the most obvious difference between Babyface’s sons and his real kid: the different growing speed. Babyface’s sons are practically adults in days, if not less; his child would need many years to reach adulthood. If this, on one hand, bugs him a little, at least in the beginning, on the other hand it almost assures him; his child is not going to die soon like Babyface’s sons, they could have a happy and long life and Melone wants to guarantee it to them with all his might.
When he finally manages to snap out his “how to kill a man in 101 and more creative ways” way of teaching, he’s actually a good teacher. He’s patient and gentle and ready to explain more time when the child doesn’t understand. His way of teaching is also funny: he uses a lot of images and games to teach him various things, from writing to reading to do basic math. When they go to school, they’re already above their classmates thanks to their father’s lessons.
He’s really careful about their health too: he always makes sure to make them eat healthy and nutrient food and, when they’re older, to do proper gym to always be in health. He religiously follows the saying “mens sana in corpore sano”, teaching his child to take care about their body health as much as their education.
He’s a cuddler. He loves so much his child and he demonstrates it also cuddling them to no end. He’s the one who carries them to sleep, to his s/o’s amused huff, and lulles them in his arms until they fall asleep. He stops it just when his child themselves asks him to, and Melone whines about it with his s/o for ages.
Illuso
As Formaggio, Illuso never actively thought about having a child, but, when he hears the news, he’s not as shocked and in denial as Formaggio. He accepts it without batting an eyelash, immediately pondering about the best way to keep the child safe from his work and dark world. He also does his researches about everything inherent to the child, both from books and direct observation from mirrors in kindergartens and hospitals, to see how a baby must be carried and which is the best approach to teach a kid. He even asks advice to Prosciutto, the best expert on the teaching topic, but avoids Melone, knowing that he would have surely given him great advice about how to teach his children how to perfectly kill before his second birthday but nothing actually useful and normal.
Illuso is a chill but always observant dad. He doesn’t pick his child on until they ask to be picked; he lets them play with his ponytails, softly petting their hair, and lets them sleep on his chest, always careful to their surrounding. When he has to go on a long mission, for, like, more days, he asks his s/o to stay safe in the mirror world: so, his family takes a sort of “little holydays” in the mirror world, which his child adores, until he’s back.
He’s attentive but not overwhelming; when he sees that they need help he goes to help them but, if he sees that they’re doing well alone, he let them so, observing, always ready to go if they struggle too much. He knows that they have to learn how to approach the world by instinct, for a lot of things, but still he has to forcefully restrain his father instinct that kicks him and screams at him to go to help his child, even if they’re doing good alone. When they’re done, however, he makes sure to pat their head and to tell them he’s proud of them and their accomplishment.
Not the most affectionate dad around, but surely supportive as hell. He’s his child’s first fan and loves to hear about their dreams and projects. They can be sure that their dad will always be here to cheer for them, a safe presence to always go back to to ask for advice and help or just to have the certainty that they’re appreciated beyond imagination by someone.
Ghiaccio
Ghiaccio freaks out when he knows he’s going to be dad. He’s not ready!! He’s the last person in the world who could ever be a father! He needs some minutes to scream in a pillow and to let White Album freeze the room he’s in, before calming, at least, a bit down. When he’s back, he’s no more on the verge of snapping, but he’s still nervous as hell.
For the first times, he’s terrified by the idea of holding his baby. He’s scared to drop them, to break them. They’re so frail and his hands took the life of so many people… with time, however, he mellows around the baby. He notices that his hold on them is gentle and that the baby themselves enjoys being near their dad, often falling asleep on his chest, their little hands clenched around his finger or shirt. He watches them in awe, still not believing that he has helped to bring to this world a sweet and precious creature like his child; he’s so deep in his contemplation that he doesn’t even notice that the baby is drooling on him.
Again, not one of the best cuddly and physically affectionate dads, but sure as hell the most passionate fan of them. He’s also, surprisingly, understanding if they fail in something, sitting next to them and reassuring them, encouraging them to do better next time. In those moments, his child can really feel all the affection their dad feels for them.
He never yells at his child, never. He doesn’t want them to be scared of him, so, if he had a bad day and his child did something to worsen it, he just takes a moment to go to the bathroom -or his and his s/o’s bedroom-, close the door and scream in a pillow, venting out all the rage and the stress. When he comes back, he’s way calmer.
It’s not unusual, especially when his child is really little, like one-two years old, that they tire him so much that he just falls asleep on the couch -or on the carpet-, crooked glasses and messed hair and his child on his chest. In those moments, he hugs them tightly, as to unconsciously protect them while he’s not vigilant as usual.
BONUS: Sorbetto and Gelato
They probably picked up their child from the streets. They knew how hard was that life and they couldn’t bear the sight of a child so little in a situation like that: they took them at home, washed and feeded them, given them a bed and a house. Most importantly, they gave them a family when they had anyone.
The child brings them even closer: now they have to protect not only each other, but also their little sparkle of joy. They’re really secretive about their existence: just Risotto knows, both ‘cause he’s the Capo and ‘cause he’s their favourite -and first- pupil. He actually helps them to keep them a secret from everyone’s eyes, even the Boss’ ones.
Among the two, Gelato is the cuddler. He loves to pick their child up and carry them around, often falling asleep with them on his lap and safely nestled in his arms. He’s also the one who spoils them much, to Sorbetto’s grumbles, and, hearing them, Gelato whines, doing big puppy eyes, immediately imitated by their child. At this point, Sorbetto just huffs a laugh, ruffling both his lover and his child’s hair, making them laugh.
Sorbetto is the stricter parent. He’s the one who says stop to a tv show when it’s time to go to sleep and the one who carries them to their study session. His child, however, doesn’t hold any grudge to him: Sorbetto is also the one who immediately hears them whimper when they have a nightmare and the first to go to them to hold them tight while they cry, soon reached by Gelato too. They’re their child’s rocks, even if so different, but both necessary and complementary for their child’s happiness.
Hi Risottina! I know my request is kinda absurd but here I come! What about a scenario (or what you prefer) with Bruno’s gang “teasing” a lot a s/o after they find out they have a huge crush on Abba? You can bring the teasing on a whole nother level (coming from my mind), involving Abba’s song, the walk of shame™️ and the “Tu Quoque, Brune...” good luck if you want to answer this ;)
Medusaaaaa 💜 💜 “if I want”? You know it’s always a pleasure to write for your prompt!! Here we go, I hope you like it~
Bruno’s gang teasing a lot s/o after they find out she really likes Leone Abbacchio
You never were really subtle about what you felt, never. When you hated, you hated with passion; when you bonded with someone, that bond was forever. And so it was also when you were in love: you couldn’t have hidden it not even to save your life.
It was ironic that the subject of your affection was the only one who actually didn’t notice your feelings towards him. It frustrated you to no end, especially because it was the major source of fun for all the others.
They even tried to be new Cupid, leaving you and Abbacchio alone, but nothing. He always held back and treated you with professionality, even if it was clear, at least to Bruno, that his friend would have liked to treat you really not professionally. Bruno couldn’t blame you, if you didn’t notice it: Leone perfectly knew how to keep a stony, resting-bitch face, when he wanted.
Because of this, you were the favourite victim of all the team’s jokes. Sometimes, Narancia started to sing love songs or, even worse, to mutter the wedding march; Mista teased you begging you not to have four little Abbacchio spawns, three or five, but not four, making you blush ‘till you seemed more a cherry than a human being. Even Fugo and Giorno joined the teasings, even if not as obviously as their friends. A couple of times, Fugo handed you books about marriage and couple life, chuckling at your shocked face, and Giorno sometimes gave you a bouquet of seasonal flowers, throwing a “you know, it’d perfectly match with a wedding dress.”, slyly smiling when you whined.
The only one who never teased you was Bruno and you always brought it up, when the others joked. “Look, Bruno never tease me!” or “Be a bit more like Bruno!”, absolutely convinced that your Capo was innocent and pure, above the teasings.
Oh, how you were wrong.
Bruno didn’t do anything yet because he was preparing something special. He was the Capo, even his pranks had to be worth of it. Plus, he was still in twenties, no one could really blame him if, sometimes, he wanted to have a bit of fun.
The inspiration came from Game of Thrones, that you all watched together -and that was the topic of the usual debate after the episode, since the whole team was divided in more factions- and, in particular, from the infamous “walk of shame”.
Not like he wanted to shame you for real, of course. He wanted you too to have fun, in the end, and his plan was so absurd and extra that it would have made you at least chuckle.
So, when you entered the room, you really had no idea about what was waiting for you.
The first one to pop out was Mista, who put on your head a wedding veil, closely followed by Giorno, who put in your hands a bouquet. Then Narancia, with a devilish grin, turned on the stereo and the first notes of “Lay all your love on me” by ABBA -and you didn’t know whether to laugh at the obvious joke or punch the responsible of this all- started to play.
“Fugo, you too!” you exclaimed, when you saw Purple Haze’s user slid in front of you with a bell and the Pistols, all well disposed in two rows, who were throwing small confetti. Fugo tuned a little, grinning and ringing the bell, as to answer you, and the Pistols prepared the path, covering it with colorful confetti.
Everything started to click at its place when the others lined behind you. That scene…
“Oh, c’mon, for real? The walk of shame?!” you exclaimed, exasperated, but the dorks just chanted a loud “Marriage! Marriage! Marriage!” instead of the canonical “shame”. You hid your face behind the bouquet, stifling a reluctant giggle. It was all so extra that you couldn’t restrain the chuckles; still, you were gonna beat those idiots’ ass, when they would be done.
“Where are we going?” you asked, giggling, following Fugo. Another “Marriage!” so loud that it overcame even the music was the only answer you got. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, and followed the lead. You couldn’t escape, so better enjoy the dorkness, no?
“Guys, really, you should grow up. What would Bruno say seeing you like this?!” you tried: usually throwing in Bruno was enough to tame them. Narancia’s laugh, followed by a smack and a loud “ouch!” took you aback. What did it mean? Not even threatening to tell Bruno everything had any effect, now?!
Speaking of Bruno, you noticed that you were heading to his office. What was happening? You frowned, perplexed, but the thought that he could be involved in this all didn’t even graze your mind. Not Bruno, no. He was the Capo. He was above this all-
“Lay all your love on me/Don’t go wasting your emotion/Lay your love on me.” the last lines of the song resonated, framing the scene in the office: Bruno, sat behind his desk, with a sly smile, and a sighing Abbacchio sitting on the chair in front of Capo’s desk. There were even flowers -Giorno’s work, for sure- and was that a bottle of wine with two glasses…?
“What the hell.” you murmured, dumbfounded, watching Abbacchio. He sighed again, shaking slightly his head: he too was clueless.
“Guys, seriously you involved Bruno too?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips, as a mother ready to scold their children. This time, not even Giorno could stifle the giggles and this planted in you a suspicion. A shocking, horrible intuition.
“Truth is, I was the one who organized all of this.” You turned around, hearing Bruno’s voice. Your jaw almost fell on the ground at the young Capo’s smug smirk, while the others were trying not to laugh too aloud.
This was utterly ridiculous.
“Tu quoque, Brune?” you murmured, clenching your heart. A bit overdramatic, yes, but ehi, all that situation was totally absurd, so it was just fair. Bruno heartly laughed, as he didn’t do often, even drying a little tear.
“Sorry, Y/N, but the waiting was really worth of your face now!” he replied, catching his breath, still giggling. You sighed, shaking your head, trying to hide that, in the end, you were amused by this all. It was well orchestrated… and so extra that you couldn’t laugh a bit!
“Well, We have things to do, people to see… have fun, you two, ok?” Bruno said, getting up and blocking Abbacchio with a meaningful look. He reached the team and all together headed out and you couldn’t not notice the boys’ smirks and winks. Damn them, you thought, with a small smile. You really wanted to kick their ass, once out of Bruno’s office-
The door closed with the unmistakable click of a key.
“For real?!” you exclaimed, now really shocked. What the hell were they thinking?!
“Just for a bit, Y/N. We have things to do, we’ll be back soon.” Mista said, devilish, and then no more sound came from the hallway. You sighed, turning to Abbacchio, your cheeks royally red. Abbacchio had his arms crossed and a sort of pout -could he even pout?- on his face. God, how much you wanted to kiss that pout away…
“So… did Bruno involve you too?” you asked, finally going to sit on the other chair. Abbacchio shook his head, with a sigh, still not watching you.
“No, I know as much as you. Bucciarati called me here, saying he had to talk to me about something, and then those idiots escorted you here. Guess we’ll have to wait for them.” he replied, staring at the wall behind Bruno’s armchair. You nodded slightly, trying to watch him as discreetly as possible, in vain. His profile was so elegant…
“They think you like me, you know?” he said, after a while, making you snap back from your immobility. You deeply blushed, gulping. Well, it wasn’t so subtle…
“A-ah, yeah? I see…” you stuttered, blushing even more. Oh god, it was even worse than what you thought…
“And they think I like you too.” your heart almost exploded when he said those words. You watched him, in total, silent disbelief for a good minute, before finding your voice again.
“And… and you do?” you murmured, punching yourself when your voice came out just as a weak squeal. Abbacchio frowned for a bit, before sighing, almost as he was giving up.
“Maybe so.” he muttered, making your head spin. That “maybe so” was everything.
“Maybe… maybe so too.” you admitted, hiding your face in the flowers, feeling the warmth spreading from your cheeks to your neck too. Oh god, you said it for real…
You missed his shocked expression, the hope in his eyes and the light blush on his cheeks. So you both really were wooning after each other and like idiots you couldn’t come to a conclusion…
“Well… since this all was settled for us… what do you think about a… date? Here, now?” you shyly proposed, emerging a little from the flowers. His purple lips were graced by a small smile that, for you, was the most beautiful sight in the world.
“Yeah. I’d like to.” he admitted, soft as you never heard him. You smiled more brightly, feeling all warm and happy. It was so beautiful that it seemed a dream…!
“Thank you.” you murmured, trying to contain yourself. Maybe, well… maybe Bruno had the right idea, even if he put it on such a overdramatic display.
Maybe the two of you just needed a bit of encouragement to finally start to see your feelings.
Thank you @medusaexperience and @dongiovannaswife for the tag!! 💖💖
Rule: tag 10 people you want to know more about!
Name/Alias: Tricia/Trillian
Hair color: red, but unfortunately it’s not my natural colour
Zodiac sign: Sagittarius! A December gorl
Height: 158 cm
Hobbies: reading, writing, drawing, listening to music, playing with Juni
Favourite color(s): Blue, red and black!
Favourite books: Pride and Prejudice, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and the Icemark series!
Last song listened to: The Theme of the Big Wave by Tatsuro Yamashita
Last film watched: What we do in the shadows (2014) by Taika Waititi
Things I love: uuuuh, ok not in order; learning more about local legends and supernatural creatures in general, drawing, cinnamon and ginger black tea, the smell of vanilla, @estellea, Jojo, writing, cooking, playing with Juni
What brings me peace: knowing that the members of my family&friends are healthy and safe, economical stability, knowing I have studied hard and that my tests are going to go well due to this
Meaning behind my URL: I’m head over heels for Jojo, so my URL is a blend of this! I wanted to keep it general, not to stick to a particular character or part, so in the end I chose this!
You can have all the Jojo men you want given your sweet attitude, but Risotto and/or Rohan (and also Kakyoin??) would be such a great match for you ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Oooooooh!!! Aviwnvjksv they’re all so wonderful characters aaaaaaaa 💖💖💖 They all are so interesting to analyze and layered hhhhh love them so muchhhh, thank youuuuu :,)
Tricia, you beautiful young woman... I hope you won’t mind me asking you this but...Stand or Hamon??
Medusa, my dearest, how could I mind? uwu Ok, uhm… I say hamon! Not only ‘cause it’s Josephu and Caesarino’s power, but ‘cause I find it really interesting and I would have liked to see more about it. But you know, when canon doesn’t say much…
