Bunny suit anon here, I am dropping by to give more Risotto Nero x gender neutral reader ideas.
Risotto patching up reader’s wounds that they have gotten from their recent mission, Metallica may also be a useful, additionally random question. Do you think Metallica purrs when somebody is petting them? Idk just a cute little thought I’ve got, tysm!
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Patch me up-Risotto Nero x GN!Reader Drabble [SFW]
AN: HOLY SHIT I MADE IT, MY FIRST EMOJI ANON!!! I'll be completely honest with you I've never considered them to ever really make noise! In my head if they DID have a noise it would be like little hisses or groans. Imagining a whole swarm of them purring in Risotto's palm is very cute though.
CW(S): Aftermath of a stand fight where the reader loses 2 fingers, Reader is gender neutral and gets called y/n, medically incorrect descriptions ,possible out of character use of Metallica/how Risotto uses it.
The door to your shared apartment slammed shut behind you as you limped your way to the living room. You're tired, bloody, and beaten. Thankfully you managed to finish the guy off, so your efforts weren't in vain. It would be incredibly embarrassing if you did need the extra hand that Risotto was so adamant with you.
Random target :0 , Y/N:1
For the first time in hours you find yourself relaxing after plopping down onto the couch. Who cares about the bloodstains, you'll clean those later.
"Y/N?" Risotto's voice calls from the kitchen. After you only groan in response he pokes his head through the doorway connecting the two rooms.
You're lazily spread on the couch, Looking like you went through hell. On your left hand is part of your shirt wrapped tightly around where your index and ring finger should be. Risotto rushes over and kneels beside you, brows furrowed. "Shit-What happened?!"
"I took him out." you respond bluntly.
"I don't care about that." He scowls at you, unsure which version of himself he should be. As the leader of the team he's pleased with the job well done. But as your boyfriend he's distressed. You insisted that you didn't need any assistance on this mission, it was one guy after all. Clearly the two of you underestimated the sheer strength of the target.
"Are you missing fingers?" It's a rhetorical question. He can clearly see that you are in fact, missing two fingers. You begin to sit up, grunting in pain as you do. Despite your situation, you're surprisingly nonchalant.
"You should see the other guy." You say with a faint smile.
"Y/n."
"Buzzkill."
Risotto glances around and finds a small bag of ice, also bloodied from the battle beside your feet on the floor. Inside sits your missing fingers, staining the cubes below them with a deep red. He winces. Not because of the blood, rather seeing his partner hurt. Mafia or not, his boyfriend instincts seem to take the reigns when he's around you.
"You know what this means, right?" He begins cautiously unwrapping your wounded hand. You sigh and nod, "Yeah, means I need stitches."
He pauses undressing your wounded hand to look up at you sternly. "It means I have to staple your fingers back on."
For a split second fear flashes across your face. Metallica is one of those stands that's frighting at the mere thought of it. You've heard whispers about how it works, how people had to endure needles and other sharp objects tearing from their own flesh.
You know for a fact Risotto would never hurt you but you still feel a twinge of discomfort at the idea of him using his stand to patch you up. Risotto, being the perceptive man he is, gives your leg a gentle pat to snap you out of your thoughts.
"Hey, look at me."
Your eyes meet his, his gaze soft. He gives your uninjured hand a gentle squeeze. It's a non-verbal reminder that you're safe. With a deep exhale you feel the tension leave your body.
"A-alright, let's do this."
He digs around in his pocket pulling out the knife you swear never leaves his person. He makes a small cut on his own palm before carefully grabbing your two detached fingers with his other hand. In the small pool of blood that is accumulating in his palm you begin to see the small wriggling bodies of his stand. It's like little silver minnows swimming in a sea of crimson.
Who knew such a cute stand could have a frightening ability?
With your two fingers now sitting in the correct positions he brings his hand filled with Metallica to yours. Carefully he smooths his own blood around the base of your fingers. The sensation of the warm liquid is followed by small pinches. Thankfully the pain isn't too intense, you're not sure you could have handled more.
Using his own blood, Risotto has made staples. You already lost enough blood, using Metallica on you directly would have been too risky. In some sort of dark way its...romantic? Nothing more metal than using your own blood to patch your partner up I suppose.
Within 3 minuets he's done. You're patched up, at least for the time being. He'll have Melone do the actual surgery later.
"How does that feel?" He asks.
You stretch the fingers out, wincing at the movement. "Still hurts, but they're back." You pull him in by his hood and place a kiss on his forehead. "My hero." you coo in a overexaggerated southern belle voice.
(JJBA) Redraw of the drawing from 2021 below the cut. RisoProMelo content of the three of them enjoying coffee out somewhere in the city seaside.
Prosciutto is so nice to get the drinks, Melone thinks he should get a little reward. Perhaps timing it so that he doesn’t get hot coffee all over him-
Risotto is asking if Prosciutto needs any help, which of course Prosciutto doesn’t need.
