JJBA x Readers

Formaggio : Two Sides Of The Same Coin

I've had this idea in my head for a few days and my horoscope said to get my ideas out of my head 😂😂 you can't go against the astrology 😂😂
Plus I've been a bit unwell recently after having a weird episode and coming off my meds like a complete crazy, so I had to cheer myself up. (I'm back on them now dw)
This is kinda like when Hawkeye straight up had a FUCKING FAMILY on a goddamn FARM, playing games and shit
I'm sorry for the awful names too, I literally googled 'traditional Italian names' and just picked some (except Druscilla, 90 day fiance all the way🙄)
ALSO I needed some wholesome RISOTTO
I weren't really a fan of Formaggio in the manga, then he sexed him the hell up in the anime😩💦

Approaching the house, Little Feet's user mumbled something under his breath, before taking a hand out of his pocket and ringing the doorbell. Risotto stood silent, having expected him to unlock the door himself. But, he rang the doorbell which meant... Formaggio... Lived with someone?
He rung again, buzzing it through numerous times before shouts began.
"YES, I'm Coming! Fucking hell," you grumbled, a constant string of doorbelling not stopping. Trying to keep your kids and cat indoors was a struggle in itself, nevermind whilst trying to cook tea. Unlocking the door, you only managed to open it enough to peek through before havoc broke out. The cat hissing, kids fighting, all while pans were on the stove.
"Hey, I'm sorry." The visitor waiting at the door chuckled when your hand poked through the door, but your strained yells behind it tried to keep the peace. "Carmen, stop hitting your little brother! Hey! Stop that!"
Then the cat tried to get out, forcing you to get hold of your son with one hand and bat the cat away with the wooden spoon you had in the other. "Druscilla! Come and get the cat for Mamma would you? Papa's at the door!"
Risotto shut his eyes slowly, your words wrenching his gut. 'Papa?' he thought. Was this... Formaggio's family? Did he really have a family during all this? Were they actually about to stash the disc in such a risky place?

Gesturing your hand, you apologised again through the crack in the door, tired eyes heavy compared to your boyfriend's sharp, energetic ones.
"Luca, I swear to god if you don't stop biting your sister...!"
Formaggio turned to his capo, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk.
"...Kids. You got any?"
"I don't... I also didn't realise you had such a... Such a life outside of work," the goth stammered, utterly heartbroken. He was honestly under the impression that his subordinates were lone wolves, being the lost souls that they were. But no, now innocent children were involved.
A slam of the front door followed by crying kids indicated that it was finally safe to enter the house, at least for a moment. Sighing, you opened the door fully, greeting the people outside.
"Whew, Formaggio," you sighed, leaning on the door frame. Resting for just a second was a bad decision, fur speeding through your ankles and into the front garden. "Ah, shit!! The cat!"
"Aww, forget about it, sugarcube. It'll come back." Peering behind him, you noticed the guest he had brought back.
"Oh God, you never told me you were bringing someone with you. I would have made more food."
"Ahh, he ain't staying long, Doll," he said as he swanned past you to greet his children. "You don't mind, do ya Ris?"
"Uh, no. Of course not."
"Please come in, I'm so sorry for the mess - I wasn't expecting guests!"
Bowing, Risotto bent his head to avoid hitting it on the door frame as he entered. "Well, I wasn't expecting you back so early either, Maggi."
Smirking sheepishly, you were alerted to door being forced open, the two youngest bickering still. The taller man simply stared, in absolute awe.
"It's very kind of you to invite me into your home, Mrs... Um..."
"Oh, it's Y/N. What is your name?"
"It's Risotto," he informed you, lowly as he looked around.
Your hallway was so under dressed, wooden planks hidden by an old, vintage runner, with a mixture of finished and unfinished canvasses lining the skirting boards. Paint stained cloths were lying round, along with paint pots and brushes that hadn't seen a clean in so long they were flakey.
Adorning one wall was a handful of family photos, striking a chord with Risotto. How could he lead a life like this?
The man could be killed at any second and he was out here raising a family.
"Hmm, where are my sweetie babies?"
His energetic yell enticed his children to come running for him, knocking into furniture and climbing all over their father.
"Careful, careful!" You couldn't help but smile at their reaction. "You'll run into Mr Risotto if you run too fast."