JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Prosciutto x Reader: "Focus"

You seemed so sweet and innocent on the outside. At least, that's what others told you. "Cute", "adorable", "childlike". Little did they know, you were a vital member of the most powerful assassination squad in all of Italy: La Squadra do Esecuzione.

You had been hand picked by their leader, Risotto Nero, when you had accidentally happened upon one of their operations one day. You would have cried out in terror at the bloody corpse sprawled on the ground before you, if a man had not muffled you from behind, his hand wrapping tightly around your waist as his palm pressed to your mouth. A white mist seemed to settle upon the dark alley as your body was whipped around. You would never forget that pair of bright blue eyes as they glared down at you menacingly. You would never forget his intrigued smirk as you stood your ground refusing to be intimidated.

"What have we here?" A shudder slipped your of your lips had he gently drew a lock of hair out of your face. You had rarely encountered men so beautiful that the sheer sight of them drove you to trembling... but those dark lashes, those sapphire eyes contrasted against the shimmering golden hair reflecting the moonlight. His expression stiffened as you heard a voice from behind you.

"Get it over with, Prosciutto." You noticed a knife flash in the man's hand, and you struggled against his firm grip. But he sheathed the weapon, his penetrating gaze never leaving your eyes. He inspected your entire figure.

"This one's different..."

Somehow that animosity between the two of you had transformed into a kind of kinsmanship when they discovered your stand powers. You were often assigned to Prosciutto and Pesci's team when you were given missions, as your stand complemented the Grateful Dead and Beach Boy immensely by increasing their ratings and powers almost tenfold. You were quite vulnerable in battle, however, so Prosciutto made it his responsibility to shield you from any incoming blows in battle, protecting you as you strengthened him.

He was stern and focused on every mission, yet he still seemed to care greatly for your well being. You began to notice him staring at you more often, and occasionally smiling sweetly. It was rare for him to treat any of the other members so kindly, unless his brotherly compassion towards Pesci qualified. You couldn't quite pinpoint why exactly you were drawn to him, whether it was merely his stunning looks or his determined nature or his prowess in battle, but nonetheless your feelings continued to grow.

It was that night, when Pesci had wounded himself in battle, and you Prosciutto were off by yourselves on a mission. That was the night he had claimed you for his own. It was a elegant party at one of the oldest and grandest in Venice, and you and Prosciutto leaned against the balcony railing, staring up into the clear night sky, waiting for the night to press on a just bit before you carried out your orders.

You leaned against the railing closing your eyes as you took in a deep breath. The wind ruffled your hair gently and your short skirts fluttered in the breeze as lights flickered on the vibrant and bustling bank of the river. Your opened your eyes as you felt a firm hand around your waist. Prosciutto had slipped beside you as he gazed up at the stars. His face still seemed stern and stoic as usual, but there was a warmth in his touch, a sort of contentment in his eyes. He slowly turned his focus towards you, and a small smile crept to your lips. He gingerly tucked a flowing stand of hair behind your ear, and you placed a hand on his bare chest (your own face flushed at the intimate gesture, but he had readily accepted your touch in the past, and now was no different) leaning into the embrace. There was some silence for a while as you nuzzled into him against the chill of the night air, playing mindlessly with his large silver pendant. It seemed as though his heartbeat was racing even faster the longer you remained there. Then, you heard his mumble.

"We really should focus on the mission," you tilted head to the side as your ears perked up. You were focusing on the mission, weren't you? You just needed to lie low for a while until the reached the opportune time to strike, which certainly wouldn't be for another hour or so.