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moodys-art · 4 years

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if you do angst, could you do one about all (or selectively) la squadra re acting to there s/o being mortally injured? if you do angst, if not its fine u w u

La Squadra reacting to their s/o being mortally injured 🦇

There it is, finally ! Sorry for the delay ! I hope you’re still around to read it 🥺

Warnings : nothing overly explicit, but there is mention of death, blood, some injuries of course, and a bunch of angst...So be careful !

Risotto

The night it happened, you and Riz were gone for a few days out of town to take down a group of old gamblers that messed with La Passione and the citizens in the area. You succeeded, but failing to escape a giant rock being thrown at you, you fell in the arms of another enemy and were badly injured to the waist.

At the end of the fight, Risotto had found a way to keep you from bleeding until you two got to the nearest hospital. Unfortunately, his stand wasn’t enough. As the man was driving on the highway, you felt yourself fall in a dark, deep slumber, only to wake up in a different place, with so much light that you almost couldn’t open your eyes. Oh, it hurt, it hurt so much. You felt something on your hand, a warm, tingling sensation, and you knew it was Risotto’s hand. He was there, and it was all that you needed to know for now.

After some days passed, you were finally able to move back to La Squadra’s hideout. During this time, you rested all you could. Risotto had a lot of work, but he never missed an occasion to tell you to sit, or to go lie down. Indeed, he often found you trying to stand up and walk a bit, and was having none of it. Risotto often invited you in his office, which was also his room, so he could watch on you from time to time without having to worry too much.

This man wasn’t outwardly affectionate, but you knew he cared. He cared, maybe a little bit too much.

You sometimes convinced him to take some naps with you, and those kind of moments had been really useful to your recovery. The painkillers soothed your pain. And in Risotto’s embrace, everything was comfortable, warm, and you knew nothing could happen to you.

Prosciutto

You always kept up very well with your missions. You never needed anyone’s help. Prosciutto was proud of you, but he wanted you to stop helping Pesci so much, as he thought the fisherman now needed to do things on his own. But the day before you left, you had a really bad argument with Prosciutto about it. You were stressed, sad, angry, and the man’s bossiness had had the best of you. You left La Squadra’s hideout without even telling him a single word. But oh, was it a bad idea.

Effectively, later that night, trying to protect Pesci by jumping in front of him (well, you were stubborn), you ended up laying on the ground in a pool of your own blood, badly injured to the sides. When the rest of the team finally came to your rescue, Pesci panicking and explaining the situation to a very pale Prosciutto, your vision was already blurring.

Prosciutto spent the night at your bed. During your stay at the hospital, you never got the occasion to see him properly : the anesthetics made everything around you seem hazy and strange, the dull colors of the room blending before your eyes. But the fleeting moments of consciousness you sometimes experienced made you notice some things. How his braids were messy, undone, from the way he had been running his hands through his blonde hair. How his sunken, blue electric eyes were fluttering from exhaustion, surrounded by dark circles. You spent a week at the hospital, unable to move, to talk, to even think too much.

The month that followed at the hideout was pretty much the same, but you were now more aware. Prosciutto was willing to spend as much time as possible with you. He had some work, but each moment he could spend with you, he was by your side. Pampering you, taking your temperature, your tension, checking your injury. His attitude was motherly. He told you, again, in softer words, that you didn’t need to risk everything to save the others from getting injured. He was proud of you, and you didn’t need to prove anything to him.

Pesci

It happened all of a sudden : you were hanging out with the team at some club in order to unwind from all the stressful missions. Everyone was having fun, even Ghiaccio. You needed to go to the toilets, so you let go of Pesci’s hand and told him you were coming back in a few minutes. Except, you didn’t see the enemy spying on the team, and especially you, because he had some business to settle since the last time you escaped him. As soon as you closed the door and began walking towards a cabin, he was right behind your back, and cornered you near the sinks.

The fight was memorable, yes, and you did succeed to put him out of state, but he had hurt you very badly to the ribs. You took out your phone, merely unable to breathe, to try and call your boyfriend. Pesci came to your rescue in the next minute, accompanied by Prosciutto and Risotto.He immediatly panicked : you were laying here, in front of him, almost fainting from the lack of oxygen. Prosciutto took him by the shoulders and told him that he had to refrain himself from crying, that what you needed now was help, support, and not wasted tears (mean Prosci >:().

You finally got to the hospital. The doctors had to heal your lungs which were badly injured by your ribs, but eventually, everything turned out fine. When you woke up, you saw Pesci, sat beside your bed, sound asleep, head laying next to your shoulder. When you tickled his head near his green hair, he jumped and almost cried out of relief. He told you you were very lucky, because if they had waited a bit longer, you probably wouldn’t have survived the lack of oxygen.

Back at the hiedout, he immediatly arranged some space for you to be comfortable. Pesci wasnt a really the type to like conflicts and negotiations, but after he talked about it with his aniki, he went to Risotto to try and extend your rest period. The capo accepted, of course, and you had plenty of time to cuddle with your sweet boyfriend. He bought you some gifts, anything you liked (clothes, books, video games, plushies, whatever you wanted), so you could be as happy and comfortable as possible.

He became a bit more clingy, but it was adorable. You always liked the way he clumsily peppered your face in soft kisses. You always liked his bear hugs, the sweetest hugs in the world.

Melone

Melone was fond of you. You had every quality in his mind, but unfortunately, your willingness to fight back no matter what sometimes made him worried about your safety. From time to time, he backed you up with Babyface, which wasn’t nothing, and although you were grateful for his sweet care, you couldn’t help but tell him he didn’t need to. You were going to be okay.

Alas, the last mission you were sent to almost got you killed. Your chest hurt so bad that you fainted a few times before the back-up arrived. You woke up in a white room full of strange sounds. You felt dizzy, nauseous. According to what you could hear in the distance, your heart was okay, but you would need some good rest before going on any missions. Melone was sitting beside your bed, softly caressing your hair.

Once you were out of the hospital, Melone asked you if you wanted to stay at his appartment. “It would be more practical, my lovely gattina, if you ever need any help. What do you think ?” If you refused, he wouldn’t have forced it, but he would have made sure to check up on you at any time he deemed necessary to do so (he was willing to call you in the middle of the night and in the early morning, as the night-owl he was). But if you accepted his offer, oh, dear, you were not going to lift a single finger. You never needed to bother and stand up, because Melone would always get things for you.

He didn’t show it in a very emotional and vulnerable way, but Melone was relieved that you got out of it safe and sound. He was infinitely grateful for the fact that you were still alive. In the late hours of the night, when he was sure you were asleep, he allowed himself to tear up silently.

Melone cooked you delicious lunches, and checked for all the best ingredients to give you some vitamins and nice nutrients. He made sure you were hydrated and that your injury

When the pain sometimes came, he sat down to your side and shoved his plushee into your arms. He only had one, and it was very precious to him. It smelled of his perfume, and something else quite flowery, soothing. “Keep it with you, sweet amore. I want you to know I’ll always have your back from now on.” he said, planting a gentle kiss to your temple, and then resting his head on your shoulder, sniffing a little.

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virginiacreepervine · 4 years

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The Embers of Hate: The Order of the Cloak is requesting outside help in discovering the source of magic beneath the non-human ghettos in the city of Zent

Layers Upon Layers: Darathra of Trivore is looking for adventurers to look for another band of adventurers that went missing

Ghosts of Saltmarsh: The mariner’s guild is willing to pay 2000 gold to anyone willing to clear a nearby island of undead.

Dragon of Icespire Peak: The town of Vandalor is in need of a dragonslayer; a vicious white dragon has been killing livestock and people.

The Drowned Tower: The Order of the Cloak also needs someone to investigate a potential cultist hiedout: The Drowned Tower

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The Iron Baron: The Iron Baron has occupied the mines of an ancient dwarven kingdom rumored to contain treasures aplenty. Stop him, and some treasure is yours

The Hidden Shrine of Tamoachan: Come speak to me if you want to get rich. -Duncan

The Tomb of Annihilation: Lady Silvane is looking for a group to investigate a terrible curse that has befallen her homeland, offering magic items as a reward.

Dungeon of the Mad Mage: Remind the party that the giant well in the Hungry Heroes End was unavailable to them earlier; they might want to inquire about it now that they’re stronger

Into the Dark: I need someone to get me some Blue Lichen. You might have to kill some vampires for it. It’ll be fine. - Duncan

Baldur’s Gate: Descent into Avernus: A mercenary company, the flaming fist, is looking for new recruits to deal with a local cult. See the local recruiter for more details.

Faces of Fortune: A local trader, Faizen, is looking for adventurers to help him navigate to a trade outpost in hell.

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