Hello, Tricia. Sorry if this is too specific, but what if one day Risotto and Mista discovered that the Metallica beans and the Pistols have been playing together? Risotto is surprised that the Pistols can understand what the Metallica beans are saying and translate it to him. He never noticed they were talking to him! (Bonus points if they say some embarassing but cute/funny stuff). I know they are chatacters from different groups, but they are only two so I hope that's ok! Thanks~
Hiiiiii :3 Nooo, don’t be sorry!! I had a lot of fun writing it!! I hope it’s near to what you had thought :3 Here we go!
Sex Pistols and Metallica beans’ interactions
(Under the cut for length!)
It was strange, for Mista. This all was incredibly strange. Not the mission, no, he was used to them; he was used to kill, unfortunately. This didn’t make it less difficult, but, with a stand like his, reconnaissance and killing missions were the usual.
What was strange was his mission partner. Not Narancia or Fugo, but Risotto Nero of the Squadra Esecuzioni. Once enemies, now allies, under Giorno’s reign; every past friction had been pardoned and now Risotto and his team were serving under a more rightful and respectful Don.
This, however, didn’t mean that the Squadra and Bucciarati’s team were friends, now. They worked on different fields and it was rare, for them, to even come close to each other. This time, however, Giorno decided to try to pair them and see how they would have worked together. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust Risotto or Mista; the first, other than Capo of an élite team, was also one of his Consiglieri, and the latter was the first of his personal guards; both were loyal and Giorno trusted them wholeheartedly.
They had to take down some important targets, prominent members of a rival organization; it was a work for two, that required Risotto’s long experience and Mista’s sniper talent. Working together, it wouldn’t have required a lot of time.
And it was so; in few hours, all the targets had been obliterated. Risotto was satisfied; the mission had been a success and Mista acted flawlessly. They even had finished before the established time.
Back to the safe house for a last check before going back, Mista called out the Pistols to feed them, as rewards for such a good work, Risotto, meanwhile, was mending a couple of scratch with Metallica; nothing serious, but he preferred his wounds to be closed than to leave around splotches of blood. He was minding his business, not listening to the Pistols’ loud ramblings and fights, when Mista called him.
“Your stand is worried for you, you know.” he said, in his usual casual way. Risotto slowly blinked, surprised. Metallica was worried for him?
“How do you know?” at his question, the Pistols turned to him, happily munching their salame slices.
“‘Cause we understand them.” number 7 answered, after gulping down a huge piece of his slice. Risotto looked back at his stand, at the wiggling beans that were lowly moaning their usual load. He was so surprised… he never thought that they were talking. Yes, he could understand what they wanted -mostly rock candies- but he always envied a little the users who could talk for real with their stands. Knowing that Metallica had been talking all the time was shocking.
“What are they saying?” he asked again, fascinated. The Pistols fell silent for a little, listening to the moans, before answering.
“They don’t like that you end up scratched after battles. They know it hurts when you mend yourself with them and they don’t like it.” Number 1 said, while the other Pistols were nodding at his words. Risotto’s gaze grew softer. His stand liked him to this extent…
“They’re also saying they miss G/N. They like to play with them and… uh, yeah, they give them rock candies when you’re not watching, so they’re super happy to stay with them.” Risotto had to bite his lip not to chuckle. Now it was all clear… sometimes, he felt in his mouth a sweet taste he couldn’t identify, but now he knew it was the rock candies’ taste from Metallica. G/N… now their secret had been revealed. And knowing that his stand liked so much his G/N was frankly heartwarming.
Metallica began to moan again, and everyone fell silent again to listen to what they were saying. Risotto looked at the Pistols, curious, but they seemed hesitant and even embarrassed. At a certain point, Number 2 even put his tiny hands on Number 5’s ears!
“We can’t repeat that, no, we can’t. Too private.” Number 7 declared. The Pistols watched each other for a couple of seconds, before Number 2 flew towards Risotto to whisper in his ear what Metallica had said… and yes, it was definitely something private. He didn’t imagine that Metallica could have such dirty thoughts… but, all in all, they were him. He couldn’t help but to think about certain things when he was with G/N.
The Pistols, after that, started to amiably chat with Metallica, that, it seemed, was way more talkative than their user. Sometimes they translated something, as Metallica’s apologies for the first period they manifested -and it had been the most physically painful and mentally tiring period of his life, when he still hadn’t full control on his stand-, for how they changed his hair and yes… Risotto couldn’t help but to smile a little. Like it was their fault… still, he could see his old self, before the loss of his cousin, in the way Metallica acted. It was so bittersweet…
“You have no faults. You came to life to protect me and you always it masterfully. I’m nothing but thankful.” he was talking, now, directly to Metallica’s beans that, at his words, happily wiggled. Risotto didn’t need the Pistols’ translation; he knew that his stand, now, was happy. And he too was feeling like this; he had always wondered what his stand might think and now he knew it. He was so happy and satisfied, now…
“Thank you, Pistols. It was really interesting.” Risotto held back a small smile, when the Pistols offered to translate again for some salame slices, screaming when Mista told them to behave better and that salame wasn’t an exchange goin, just to be replied that he didn’t feed them enough and they needed to earn their food in other ways, so! They were really like they user, Risotto thought, with a small smile, while Mista wasn’t watching. Yes, it was so…
He was so glad to see that a small part of the boy he had been was still alive, even if just in his stand.