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I'm back everyone!! 😭 I moved to @passione-parfait and I'm glad to be writing + drawing again ❤️

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sorry for not posting anything, im having a really hard time lately.

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La Squadra personal character hcs:

(WARNINGS: mentions of parental neglect, divorce, death, child abandonment)

Risotto Nero:

Risotto is a 7'0 (totally not my size kink showing) olive tan Sicilian guy, abandoned by his parents after he first opened his eyes due to his strange appearance and cared for by his grandmother. (cough cough credit to tenthgrove for the amazing story) Grew up close to his cousin since he had very few people in his life, that's why he was crushed by his death. After getting his revenge he felt like he couldn't return home, and turned to Passione instead. I feel like he's got a thick accent and deep sultry voice (much like the one from the fan made italian dub on youtube!!) His eyelashes are definately long and white, and I feel like he has many brown sun spots like I do! He often bumps his head on door frames, tells a dark joke but nobody knows it's a joke so they just think he's incredibly fucked up, and when he gets into a car you can see it shift from his weight. Has no preference for tea or coffee, he will drink what's available to him. His hands? Big and rough, they're scarred all over and he wears silver rings. Has a few piercings like snake bites and an eyebrow ring. Dick piercings. His favorite food is pasta alla norma.

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto is from Florence, he grew up with his parents there for a bit before moving to Palermo with his mom after they divorced. His favorite memory of growing up is staring down at baby Pesci in his crib. He's 30 years old, 5'9, and has an overbite + tooth gap. His voice is somewhat deep and has an accent, but not as thick as Risotto's. Has a terrible habit of blowing cigar smoke into people's faces, spitting while yelling, and taking way too long styling his hair in that weird triple bun style. Is more of a coffee drinker than tea, he enjoys a good black coffee or an espresso. His hands are very pretty, like slim yet thick fingers and soft to the touch because he moisturizes them with the finest lotions and creams. Sometimes he likes to wear a corset in the privacy of his room, he thinks they're extremely beautiful and he has a collection of really detailed ones. His favorite food is bistecca alla fiorentina.

Pesci:

Is Prosciutto's half brother related by their mother. Pesci is from Palermo, and grew up with no father figure since he left and was no where to be found after he was born, Prosciutto made sure to be a big brother figure to him because of that, their relationship is unbreakable since they only had each other from the start. He's 22 years old, 6'0 and has a blotchy birth mark on his cheek. His voice is neutral, neither high nor deep, but he does have an accent slightly stronger than his brother. Has a habit of chewing on the inside of his cheek when nervous, tapping his feet on the ground, and let's people talk over him even though he hates it (my boy is socially anxious). Prefers tea over coffee, coffee upsets his stomach. His hands are large and slightly calloused on the palms, but very warm and pleasant to feel. Wears dark green lipstick because Prosciutto said he needed something "striking" about his look. His favorite food is caponata.

Ghiaccio:

Ghiaccio grew up as a troubled teen in Naples, often getting into fights at school which caused his grades to fall unfortunately. His parents were neglectful, constantly screaming at him until they eventually kicked him out when he was 19. He tried his best to survive on the streets for years having no where else to turn, barely living in some run down dingy apartment. Risotto found him in an alleyway when he was 25. He's decently tall, standing at 5'10. He has a habit of falling alseep in random places such as the couch or backseat of the car, yelling and ranting about things he barely finds himself caring about, and using up all of the hot water in the shower. Prefers coffee over tea, he likes the caffeine boost which is why he has a slight addiction to red bull energy drinks (if you look in his trash can you'll see cans piled up.) His voice is actually pretty high compared to his teammates, which is why some people (Illuso and Formaggio) call him "Screacher." Hands are medium sized, his skin is slightly rough on the knuckles and finger tips, and feel chilly to the touch. Has a stash of identical glasses in his rooms incase they break on a mission. His favorite food is frutti di mare.

Melone:

Melone is from Florence as well. His parents were also extremely neglectful, but he never picked up on it while growing up. Some of his odd natures like being clingy & touchy, come from lack of attention as a child, he just wants love and a family deep down. He's 5'7 and his eye covered by hair has foggy vision. Has a bad habit of not knocking on people's door/making his presence known before entering people's rooms, working late at night, shouting "Di Molto!" at inappropriate times. Loves tea way more than coffee because of some of the weird health benefits they have. His voice is light and a bit feminine (much like Enmu from Kimetsu No Yaiba). Another one with very pretty hands, slim fingers with well cared for nails, also soft and supple skin. Enjoys cross-dressing very much, not just in the privacy of his own room but anywhere, he'll even dress feminine to lure in targets at clubs and casinos. His favorite food is zeppole.

Illuso:

Illuso grew up in Padua, right near Venezia. His mother was not in the picture so it was just him and his father, until one day when he returned home his father never came back. He already knew his father was wrapped up into organized crime, it was only a matter of time this happened. Inside he blames himself, thought there was nothing he could do to prevent what happened. He covers his grief up with a cocky and egotistical facade to protect his own feelings, but really he just wants someone to give him affection. He's one of the tallest members of the group, being 6'3. He prefers tea over coffee, because he doesn't like the bitterness of it. Has a bad habit of passing through ANYBODY'S mirrors including the bathroom ones, acting like he's superior, and leaving lights on in rooms accidentally. His voice is quite smooth and pleasing on the ears but not actually that deep. His hands are average sized, thick fingers but smooth skin since he also used lotion. Likes to paint his nails, not just black but any color he feels like. Hot pink? Sure why not, fuck it. He likes the sparkly colors too. His favorite food is calamari.

Formaggio:

Formaggio grew up in Padua just like Illuso, with his father in the house. His mother on the other hand, was always out clubbing or partying. Unlike the others, his father was actually a pretty decent influence on him, teaching him the important things in life were the people around you. Because of his father's lessons, he cares for his team like brothers and is always trying to lighten the air by cracking a joke. He's 5'11 and has more freckles and sunspots than the rest since he used to be outside constantly as a child and teen. Has a bad habit of leaning one of his arms on everything next to him (including people), talking with his mouth full, and leaving beer cans everywhere. Doesn't have a preference for coffee or tea since he barely drinks either unless it's coffee in the morning sometimes. His voice is deep, lazy and slow, though its a bit rough when he laughs you could still probably fall asleep listening to him talk. Rough hands, calloused on the palms a bit, as well as a few burn scars on them. Secretly likes to watch soap operas and telenovelas, he'll tell you it's "lame and unmanly" but you'll still catch him crying on the couch eating a pint of ice cream because he was watching the series finale of Rosalinda. His favorite food is rigatoni specifically with red sauce.

no sorlato today guys 😔 but I will be writing theirs in the future, I hope you guys enjoyed this since it's my longest writing I've done yet!! Illuso and Formaggio have the same hometown because they were childhood buddies change my mind.

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Special Seat.

(WARNINGS: nsfw [not explicit just suggestive boners], smoking, slightly possessive behavior, pros makes you sit on his lap, fem terms used)

7:00 pm and the blistering sun had already set, the sky navy blue and deep black with scattered stars shining bright. Prosciutto had asked you to meet him in his office, does he need something from you? Maybe information on a target? It's not like him to just call you in for small talk or anything, though these past few days he's been acting rather odd around you. Staring alot more than just a teammate usually would. He was undeniably good looking, a magnet for lonely club-goers when you would all go out as a team, but you were average in your own mind. He couldn't possibly be attracted to you right? Your busy thoughts swarmed your mind as you stepped through the hall on the old creaky wooden boards until you make your way to the office door, knocking twice gently. A moment of silence before you can hear Prosciutto's deep, husky voice say

"The door is open, [Name.]"

And just like that, you open the door and peak your head in, looking at the floor before stepping the rest of your body through and shutting it behind you. His room was neat, filled with expensive goods you had no idea how he possibly afforded considering your rather small paychecks. He was sitting in a luxurious velvet red chair, the dark wooden legs holding him up like a king on his throne. Of course to no suprise, he was smoking a cigarette, grey ash piled low in a tray next to him. As you looked at him up and down, expecting a rather serious conversation or scolding, Prosciutto patted his lap instead.

"Sit down, carina. That is not a suggestion."

"O-on your lap?"

He hums in a way of saying 'Yes.' He couldn't help but smirk slightly, finding your shocked expression absolutely adorable. Walking over slowly almost as if you were a lost kitten looking for it's mother, you give Prosciutto a confused look before sitting yourself gently on his lap. He smothers cigarette in the ash tray on his right, wrapping his strong arm around your chest. His other hand trailed up your neck seductively, grasping your chin in his hands. What the hell is going on?? Am I dreaming?? Everything was too intense, you had almost sworn you were going to pass out from his intimate touch and intoxicating scent. Cologne mixed with slight cigarette ash and his own musky scent was enough to drive you wild.

"I'm sure you've noticed by now, cara, but in case you haven't I'm going to tell you now. I want you all to myself, give into me tesoro. I've loved you since the day we took our first mission together, seeing you so worked up like that. You don't know what you do to me, mia dolce ragazza."

All you could do was let out a whimper, his last few words muffled by his lips meeting your neck. He peppered the skin there in hot kisses, bringing his attention up to the bottom of your jaw, then to your cheek. His arms pulling you into his muscular torso, as he kissed you continuously, barely stopping for any breaths. You could feel heat within you swelling hotter and hotter, almost feeling like enough to melt your insides.

"Mmmh, you taste divine, [Name.] So perfect, I could devour you right now. You'd like that wouldn't you? Be a good girl for me.."

You could feel something hard pressing against you from behind, the night between you two was clearly far from over. Panting heavily in his hold, you could only lay in his arms, awaiting his next touch. The both of you felt like you could stay like this forever, which was perfect since you'd definitely be here for a while.

"What do you say, I'll make you all mine hm?"

that's right everyone, ciel's getting spicy with their writing!! this was a bit shorter than id liked it to be, but i hope that didn't stop you all from liking it!

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maybe soft yandere ghiaccio with a super touch starved s/o 👁👁

I SAW YOU LIKE MY RULES AND I KNEW YOU'D GO FOR IT- i will happily oblige you in your ice man brainrot! reader works as an information gatherer at la squadra base. maybe ill do a second part if you like?

Icy Hands.

(WARNINGS: soft yandere behavior, GN!s/o, clingy ghiaccio, touch starved!s/o, slightly suggestive at the end)

The red glow of the illuminated numbers on the analog clock read '2:45 am', it was late and Ghiaccio had just returned from a mission, most of the others already sleeping in their rooms. Except for you of course. You had a bad habit of working late in your office, collecting various files on potential targets, Passione's newest possible enemies, and clicking away at your keyboard. He could always tell exactly when you were still working in your office after nights of watching the light from your monitor through the crack under the door and nights of observing your schedule. You were so dedicated to your work, you were perfect for him. Someone independant and passionate... But aren't you lonely? Crammed into your small room all day and late into hours of the night until eventually retiring to your empty room. Doesn't it get boring repeating everything everyday? He'd make you realize it, you needed someone like him in your life to give you the attention you deserve. And once you do, he'll be the only one you need.

Creeping through the dark, silent hallway, making his way to your office like he'd planned in his head many times. The time to do this was now, he couldn't wait any longer, he was going to make you his. Standing in front of the wooden door, he waited a moment before giving 3 light yet firm knocks on the door. The sound of his presence jolted you up from your work, moving your chair back slightly to get up from your crammed desk. You were careful enough not to knock any files over while approaching the door, having made your way through the maze of stacked high books and papers.

"Coming!"

Your voice was quiet but still was loud enough to be heard through the thick wood. You opened the door with a quick turn of the metal handle, and looked up to face your late night visitor. It was.. Ghiaccio? Oh, right he probably just got back from a hit. Why is he here though?

"Hi, Ghiaccio? What are you doing here this late? Shouldn't you be heading to bed-"

Your spew of questions was cut off by Ghiaccio grabbing your wrist firmly, pulling you out of your office, the rough treatment making you squeak in suprise. Before you could ask what he was doing, the blue haired man picked you up and quickly stepped down the hall, bringing you into his bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind him, he places you onto the soft bed, pushing your wrists down with his icy hands and caging you onto the mattress with his body.

"W-what are you doing, Ghiaccio??"

"Shhh, be good for me tesoro.. I know you're lonely, working all day and barely seeing anyone. I won't let you be alone anymore, let me be there for you, [Name.]"

His husky voice whispering loving words into your ear was driving you crazy inside, where did this come from?? I shouldn't be letting this happen, I should push him off-- Your panicked train of thoughts was silenced by his lips meeting yours in a firey passionate kiss. Despite your brain yelling at you to stop him, you leaned further into his kiss. When was the last time someone touched you like this? Maybe never. It's not like you didn't like him, maybe it'd be nice to accept his touch for once. You could feel warm tears welling up in your eyes, going so long with nobody to love you physically like this had taken a toll on you that you tried to ignore, but truly you felt like you couldn't hold back anymore.

"Let me show you how much I love you, [Name.]"

I DEFINATELY HAVE A SECOND PART PLANNED FOR THIS!! I hope it was decent, this is my first time writing yandere! Interpret the ending here how you like 😏

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AAA COULD YOU WRITE SOME FLUFF WITH LEONE COMFORTING HIS FEM S/O WHILE THEYRE EXPERIENCING A REALLY PAINFUL ASS PERIOD pls i need him as my personal heating pad rn <3

OF COURSE! I hope you feel better soon bestie!

Monthly troubles.

(WARNINGS: brief mentions of menstrual pain, fem!reader, nothing else hehehe)

Birds chirp and the yellow rays of warm morning sun crack through the blinds. Abbacchio wakes up to your curled form moaning in pain next to him. After a moment to process what was happening in his sleepy mind, he jolted wide-awake in a panic to check on you immediately. Placing a hand on your back he lightly shakes you,

"[Name?] are you okay, cara? What's wrong?"

You come to with another groan, sharp pain stabbing deep in your abdomen. Looking at the arm of your boyfriend, you turn your head up to look at him, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. His heart ached looking at you hurting like this. You mumble out an explanation, your cramps were extremely painful and you couldn't get out of bed. Abbacchio sighed and relaxed at your statement, he feared something much worse could have been happening, but now he was calm and prepared to help you in any way possible. What does she need first..? Water, food, a heating pad..

"Can I get you anything right now, tesoro? I know you're in pain right now, but I'll do my best to help you."

"Heating pad.."

Just like that, he was up and out of the room, hurrying down stairs to fetch your heating pad as well some painkillers and water. Abbacchio grabbed the heating pads from the medicine cabinet and fumbled with the box in his hands, 'Do not apply directly on skin..?' the hell else do you do? Maybe wrap it in a cloth? Leaving with the painkillers and warm pad in hand, he quickly grabs a bottle of water from the kitchen and heads upstairs once again. Entering the door quietly not to disturb you, he gets back on the bed with you and helps you sit up onto a pile of plush pillows.

"Here, take these."

And so you do, popping the 2 painkillers in your mouth and washing them down swiftly with water. As you drink he unravels your lower body from the blankets and gently places the warm, cloth-covered pad onto your abdomen. But he doesn't remove his hand, instead opting to gently rub and massage the area. The soft heat seeps pleasantly through your body, combined with your boyfriend's soothing movements. Your tears from earlier finally disappeared, soaking into the various comforting fabrics around you.

"I know you're having a hard time, [Name.] But I'll be here the whole time with you."

You nod and he comes in to kiss your cheek, still rubbing the heating pad below your stomach. Abbacchio wraps his free arm around your upper torso pulling you into a sweet embrace. This was perfect, you could barely even think about the pain, because the love of your life was here for you now.

"Rest, amore. I love you."

ahh this was short but I hope you enjoyed anyways! feel better soon 💕

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hey,,,you got any uh,,,soft ghiaccio headcanons,,,,maybe some cuddles with the little snowman 👀?

omg I'm literally so happy you asked for ghiaccio. OF COURSE I'LL GIVE YOU THE ICE GREMLIN.

Soft Ghiaccio Headcanons:

(WARNINGS: none, pure fluff today everyone, GN!S/O as usual)

Headcanons:

Ghiaccio is kinda like a prickly pear, which is tough and thorny on the outside but soft and and sweet on the inside. At first he'll stay the same angry guy but then he'll lighten up eventually, he has his own pace of doing things. As well as trust issues and self image problems, he thinks being soft makes him weak and less manly but really he can be both at the same time! Plus he loves when he can trust his S/O enough to show them that side of himself.

Will absolutely whisk you away randomly for affection. Because of his cold demeanor he was socially isolated for a long time resulting in him lacking a few important social skills. So since he doesn't know how to ask you for physical love, he just doesn't. Tapping on your shoulder and grabbing your wrist gently to go into his room for hugs, kisses, or even cuddles!

Now even though this man has no experience with physical touch at all, he's naturally amazing at holding you?? It's nice in the summer because his body is cold, and also nice in the winter and fall because you both get to bundle up under tons of blankets! He thinks the most important part is how the bed is set up, so when he pulls you into bed it's likely a messy nest made of various pillows and incredibly soft blankets. Spooning? Hell yeah!! He demands to be the big spoon though (because he secretly likes putting his head into the space between your neck and shoulder.)

Please touch his hair. He can't even express how much he loves head pats. If you played with his blue curls while cuddling he'd probably turn pink and explode. Loves his partner's tummy and thighs, he's definately that kinda guy. Hell, he even dreams about resting his head on your thighs very often. Just fascinated with bodies of all types, there's too many kinds for him to pick from so he doesn't have a preference!

When you fall asleep in his arms, he's usually still awake. During that time he loves kissing your neck, cheek, temples, and everything gently and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Holding you is the thing he thinks about most in the day and looks forward to, if anything is distracting him on a mission it's likely the thought of you.

tried my best with this one, I hope you liked it!! also if you thought that first analogy was genius don't credit my small brain at all I stole it off Google 💔

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helloh 🧸🧸 can I request a formaggio x reader and they own this really cute chubby cat and they’re playing with it and the cat starts doing bread?? (Like when the cat puts their paws and starts doing that movement thing” cause that sounds really cute🐿🐿

YESSS ofc bestie. I made the cat the same one he put in the bottle and we're naming it 'Bacio'. I just made it a la squadra member! reader bc I default to that sorry 😭

Kitty cuteness.

(WARNINGS: none just some lovely fluff)

It was a quiet afternoon at the La Squadra headquarters, most of the team being out for several missions and wouldn't return until late into the night. Except for Formaggio, and you of course. Sitting on a chair in the main room with nothing better to do as usual, reading a book that you can't really find yourself getting into. Just as boredom was about to strike again, you can hear the familiar quiet footsteps of someone sneaking up on you, obviously not doing a very good job at being quiet. Is it an enemy? No, nobody would be stupid enough to be loud enough next to an assassin- Oh.

It's Formaggio.

"Hey~ how's it going sweetheart~" Cute, he spoke with a stupidly sweet tone. You loved when he did that, and he's finally here to cure your boredom! "Hey, Maggi." Before you could turn around to see his face, a quiet meow came from the ground behind your seat. "Looks like we've got ourselves a visitor, baby." turning around and peering over the chair, sitting there faced up to you was Formaggio's plump little grey cat, Bacio.

"Hello, Bacio."

"Miaowwr~"

"Meow to you too."

"Gosh babe, I didn't know you spoke fluent Bacio" He let out a hearty chuckle. Your boyfriend often teased you for talking back to the cat. But really, deep down he thought it was the cutest thing in the entire world to just see you interact with the chubby fur-ball. Eventually after a little more chatting, both of you decide to head into his room, having nothing better to do in the living room. You brought the cat too of course.

"Can we cuddle with the cat tesoro?"

Nodding at the idea, you made yourself comfortable at the top of your shared bed, resting Bacio down next to you onto a pillow. He rolled on his tummy, letting out a soft purr, how cute!! Formaggio joined you (and the cat) on the bed, for a while both of you just chatted while petting Bacio until you were interrupted by movement under your hands.

Oh. My. God.

The chubby grey cat between you and your boyfriend was now pawing at the pillow, almost like a baker kneading soft bread dough.

"Holy shit that's the most adorable thing I've ever seen."

You couldn't even respond to his whispered statement because you were too mesmerized by the sheer cuteness of what was happening in front of you. Should I pet him? No, what if that makes him stop?? I don't want him to stop. You barely realized you were holding your breath until you felt the desperate need for air. You saw Formaggio's large hand approaching Bacio, No no no what is he doing-

"Miaoowrrw."

You could've sworn the cat almost spoke in that meow, as if he were saying "I have stopped now. You have disturbed me, human." You let out a defeated sigh and just settle with rubbing Bacio on the back and tail.

"It's alright babe, he'll probably do it again later."

"Maybe next time."

You giggled and it seemed like Bacio wanted to get up and leave, perfect timing for you to cuddle with your boyfriend.

"I love you, dolcezza. And the cat too of course."

the ending was kinda rushed but I hope it wasn't too bad 😭

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another request for my friend @abb4chi0!! 2/2

Overtime.

(WARNINGS: none, just more lovely domestic diavolo)

The afternoon sun painted the sky bright orange with streaks of deep purple and sunflower yellow. You'd decided on paying your boyfriend a little bit of a visit, considering he'd buried himself knee-deep in paperwork all day. He could use a break, that's for sure.

Walking down the halls dim hall way, the only light coming from the slightly opened blinds, shining natural colors onto the walls. At the end of the hall you finally stand face to face with Diavolo's office door. Should you knock? No, he should've seen this coming. Obviously you'd pay him a visit after not seeing him the entire morning and noon.

Diavolo looks up from his various documents splayed out on his desk to look at the doorway, your head popping through it.

"Buona sera, [Name.]"

Immediately, he went back to work. How dare he?! Entering the door and shutting it with a small click, you walk onto the wood floor and eventually the rug in front of his desk. Hmm.. Perfect! You'd come up with the greatest plan to distract him for at least a moment.

Gently and quietly sneaking behind Diavolo, you separated stands of his green-spotted pink hair into 3 neat locks.

"What exactly are you doing, amore? You know I'm working-"

"That's what you've doing all day, caro. Let's take a break for a moment hm?"

You hum softly as you start braiding his brightly colored hair into a delicate braid.

"I suppose you're right."

He drops his pen and clasps both of his hands together, patiently waiting for you to finish the intricate style you were twisting into his hair. Turning to look at the curtain-covered window, it was pitch black outside. The sun had set while you were working, the only brightness in the room being the warm orange lamp on your boyfriend's desk.

"All done!"

"May I look now?"

Turning to the wall to face the mirror and stare at his reflection, he takes a moment to adore the lovely work you've created on his head.

"It's beautiful, [Name.] I love it."

Turning back around he wraps his strong arms over your shoulders, the weight feeling heavy but still light enough to be pleasant. It felt like him. This was definately a good idea.

"Let's head to bed now, dolcezza. You should distract me like this more often."

trying something a lil new and making the reader speak, i hope you guys liked it!! - Ciel

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Another request from one of my lovely mutuals @abb4cci0!! 1/2 actually, I hope you all enjoy!

Where the sun meets the sea.

(WARNINGS: slight angst, bruno thinks abt his dad, but don't worry it turns fluffy at the end)

The calming salty smell of the ocean fills the air as you and Bruno walk down the board walk, seagulls calling out loudly and waves crashing against submerged rocks that adorned the shore. He had told you there was something he'd like to discuss out here, what could be so important at the ocean during sunset?

"[Name], I assume you are quite confused as to why I brought us to the docks," his voice calm as he turn to rest a hand on the wooden railing. You nod and hum in agreement before he reaches out for your hand, leading you to the end of the docks with a clear view of the endless, crystalline blue sea.

"I'm sure you know that my father was a fisherman and frequently went out on boats, before he passed away in the hospital." From the way he sounded, it was like his composed exterior faded briefly.

"I brought us here today since it's the anniversary of his passing."

Both of you look to face each other in the eyes, staring intently. Though no more words were exchanged in that moment, his gaze spoke for itself, 'you are important to me, that's why I brought you here'.

"He would have loved you, tesoro.."

You nod, whispering softly about how you also would have loved to meet his father. It almost feels as if the entire rest of the world has disappeared out of existence, tuned out of both of your heads. It's just Bruno and you. The only thing that matters now is that you're with him, and he's with you. Caressing the sides of your face and cradling them in his large rough hands, your lips meet in a soft yet passionate kiss. The smallest gesture still conveyed the infinite love he carried in his heart, body, and soul for you. A few gentle 'I love yous' escaped from under your breaths.

Bruno missed his father greatly, but now that one light was gone, a new one came in place. You were his one and only light now, his bright ray of sun. He will always remember his father, as much as he'll remember you.

At this point the sun had finished rolling down into the horizon, the sky now completely dark and full of stars.

"Let's go home, [Name.] I love you."

And you loved him too.

wow you could really see my inexperience in writing show here, I hope that didn't ruin the vibe for you guys. I enjoyed writing this though and I hope you all liked reading it.

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Prosciutto w/ a gentle and caring S/O (hcs)

WARNINGS: None, pure fluff. (ooc maybe? idk let me have my moment with soft pros)

Headcanons:

Absolutely adores you and how kind you are, wants to spoil you as much as possible while still managing to keep you private (for both of your safety and to spare himself the teasing from the team)

Will not let the team interact with you at all especially Melone. The one exception being Pesci, it's likely you'll become good friends with him because Prosciutto trusts his own brother enough to befriend you.

Is definately protective over you, he wants your affection to be towards him and him only (due to how your kind nature grew on him.)

This man is stressed out from paranoia and constantly having to worry about your safety, please help him relax, whether it be a tender massage or hearing you sing/talk him to sleep. He just loves your presence so much please spend time with him.

Cuddles and kisses forever, literally every night he will be your big spoon because he will silently complain if he doesn't get his nightly dose of affection.

prosciutto is secretly a big man baby if you don't hug him, pls give him some love

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Writing this for my lovely friend @mimizepp thank you for the req ilysm (suprise this is my secret blog)

Diavolo apologizing to his fem!S/O after an argument. (hcs + scenario)

(WARNINGS: brief mentions of yelling, crying, fem terms of endearment, but nothing else because it's time for soft dia hours)

Headcanons:

This man has a BIG BIGGGG ego so naturally apologizing to you isn't something that's going to be easy for him, but after you leave the room with visible tears welling in your eyes, the guilt weighs heavy on him. Did he really hurt you that much? He didn't mean to lash out and shout...

Whatever him and his S/O were arguing about doesn't even matter to him anymore, he feels so bad about losing his temper. He knows it'll be a blow to his pride to say sorry, but he has a change of heart because it's you after all.

His self-important pride alone almost doesn't let him even think of an apology without clouding his mind. He's practically never apologized to someone in his life! After a bit of sulking he manages force himself to get up and follow you into your shared bedroom.

Scenario:

The familiar creak of you and Diavolo's shared bedroom cuts through the empty silence in the air (aside from the occasional sniffle and sob from you.) Hearing you whimper sadly and cry from behind his place at the door makes him feel truly awful for the things he said moments before.

"[Name]...? Can I come in, tesoro mio?" his soft words are met with more sad sniffles muffled under the blanket wrapped around you, your form curled up on the bed. "Listen, cara.. I'm so, so sorry for shouting at you earlier. I didn't mean to hurt you I promise, I was too focused on my pride rather than thinking about how my words could make you feel."

He creeps through the doorway and shuts it quietly, creeping closer to the bed and sitting himself at the edge next to the lump under the blankets. After a moment of silence, you peak your head slowly out of the wrapped up covers, turning to face him. He gently rests his hand gently on your thigh, "I mean it when I tell you how sorry I am, mia cara. I love you so much, I'll say it over and over forever until my throat gives out, [Name.] I love you. I'm not asking for your forgiveness tonight, but I hope you know that this is my sincerest apology."

By this point it sounds as if he himself is on the verge of tears, removing his hand from your thighs only to be surprised by your hand grasping his wrist softly and pulling him into the mess of sheets and pillows. He wipes the remaining wetness off of your cheeks and kisses where they once streamed down. "Te amo, [Name]. You mean the world to me." Pressing another kiss into your temple as the both of you drift off to sleep, tangled in each other's loving embrace. You think you'll forgive him for sure after that.

Ah that got a little mushy but I love writing soft diavolo, I hope you guys enjoyed this and I hope it wasn't literal dookie on a page. Make sure to check out my mimizepp's blog!! (written on mobile again apologies for the formatting if it's bad)

[movedtopassione-parfait]

A relationship with Risotto Nero

(WARNINGS: none)

Risotto tends to keep his physical love for his s/o limited in public, but won't decline anything you give to him. He's not much of a PDA guy, don't worry though! It's not that he's embarrassed of you, but rather he likes to keep up his intimidating mafioso front as much as possible.

When behind closed doors, it's like a completely different Risotto. He loves to shower his s/o with kisses, caressing touches, pet names, and all around adoration.

Having a problem? Risotto will fix it for you. Having an awful day? Risotto's gonna fix it by giving you more than enough love to make you feel better, or even giving you some space if that's what you'd prefer.

No matter what just know he cares about you more than anything in the whole world and will always be there for you. :)

(this is my first time writing on my phone so tell me if I did anything goofy)