Genre: Fluffy Angst, smitten Char, Neu!Reader, SFW, Char x Neu!Reader.
By joining the gang of Passione, it was destined to happen. It was time to encounter the most secretive family in Italy, you'll need to survive for your sake and for who you care for.
Characters: Trish Una.
Note: Once again, you can find any other characters in my profile, I'm still unsure if I should make one with the antagonists/villians, for now I'll leave it here and instead focus on DIA or Stardust Crusaders. This one is rushed.
Trish Una
For a fifteen year old girl she didn't seem to fully live her youth like she should.
In fact, her dad also happens to have the secret of not wanting anything to do with her, but you don't know about that yet, do you?.
You've spent enough time to see the specific requests.
Enough to ask for mineral water or expensive branded makeup during a high stakes mission.
You were astonished by this, you barely even made it out alive, why would you care about that when La Squadra was targeting the gang you were in?
Well, you should care, because otherwise you're still stuck with her, Bucciarati had taken the responsibility to protect her.
She rarely talks to anyone else, she simply tries to ignore the things around her.
That also includes you, even if you had merely glanced at her, Trish will either ask for impossible requests or she'll just simply look the other way.
You don't interest her.
In reality, she doesn't want anything to do with the mafia.
She survives through isolation, prioritizing her own safety instead of near death battles.
Time was cut short when she started realizing the strange world of Stands, often confusing her entirely.
That's when it finally starts happening, even if unaware of how she acted around you.
You've been asking more about her, might as well know the one you need to make comfortable.
Through the days, she could deal with Mista teasing her or having Narancia yelling in her ear.
You're the one who's calm enough listening to her complain all day before duty called.
It was impossible for her not to appreciate how someone finally sees her aside from the mission.
Don't get too comfortable, danger is awaiting.
This only gets complicated the moment the Boss had requested her daughter to be brought to the San Giorgio Maggiore.
Trish was hesitant to even cross the entrance of the church and you didn't miss the subtle tremor in her hands even while Bucciarati gave her company.
This didn't give you reassurance, the strict orders could be seen as respectable in Passione, you still felt the need to want to hold her hand, even if not allowed to.
Things didn't go as expected, he was trying to get rid of his daughter, even by slicing her hand without remorse.
And you ultimately decided not to let go anymore.
Her memories are only getting her close to the truth of her own father, Sardinia coast was closer.
The moment after she had manifested a Stand, she wasn't subtle at all.
Your determination had paid off, because that's exactly what Spice Girl was looking for, but it also meant Trish was done playing the damsel in distress.
"Trish, you have already made up your mind, do you wish for me to pull them closer?"
Spice Girl said to her user, in the same spot where she sat in the airplane, starting to manifest for the first time, just a few inches from you after accepting your presence near her.
She immediately got shocked to hear anything halfway through, a voice calm had echoed.
Right before the attack from the enemy Stand user Notorious B.I.G you'll get eventually saved from.
And because the Stand reflects the user's ambitions, your seat had gotten softer on its side to prove a pointâ moving you slightly to be fully by Trish's side without fully forcing you into it.
"Who are you?"
Responding in panic, her cheeks had already caught heat, until you two were interrupted by the entity made of flesh.
It had made its way into the cabin, incapacitated the gang before they could even think.
Everything would be alright, at that point, why would she be scared?.
Your life was on the line, this time, she wasn't escaping anymore, you only found her fighting her own fear.
And she would do it again even if it meant fighting Diavolo.
Genre: Fluffy Angst, smitten Char, Neu!Reader, SFW, Char X Neu!Reader.
After joining the gang and passing through Polpo's test, you have been gaining unexpected attention in Passione, especially some of the most uptight and impulsive ones.
Note: You can find part one for Bucciarati, Giorno and Mista in my profile, this one is still long because I love yapping in fanfics now, I want to do Trish and maybe even Diavolo and Doppio next time, really depends on how motivated I am.
Leone Abbacchio
"Brat." That's the first thing he spat out the moment he saw you, his dark lips turning into the nastiest dry frown imaginable.
Leone didn't trust anyone, or at least, outsiders who tried to gain his teammates respect merely because they were in the same organization.
His leader had introduced the golden boy, Abbacchio absolutely despised it, and he is stuck with you now too?, he's losing his damn mind.
His deep seated paranoia isn't about being soft or giving a caring welcome, that isn't just his thing, instead, he thinks about giving you the warm welcome of his "tea" cup.
... Which you somehow survived due to Giorno's calm resolve had made Abbachio targeted on a personal level more than he should, the young boy was the one to survive the cruel gift instead.
That didn't mean you were entirely safe from him.
He glared with such utter disgust at your mere existence, telling you to shut up and follow orders, maybe even bitterly complaining about the messes you've caused.
You didn't seem bothered, at all, after all it was the coldness of the mafia, you took enough time to understand that loyalty meant everything, including the fact that you are stuck with a brooding goth.
When the fights starts breaking out through their journey, he starts getting one of his thin brows raised.
For a rookie, you had the guts to protect the team in deadly circumstances.
Then he saw the fact that you didn't consider yourself the savior inferior enough to forget a sense of self protection and certainly, that might've reassured him of not feeling the same trauma of seeing a comrade fall again, replaced by the feeling of pushing through the missions.
He isn't going to help you just because he likes you, it'll only make him sense responsibility... Or is he?
It was impossible for others not to notice but they didn't dare to face his sharp tongue.
The only exception, Bruno Bucciarati, before he could stop the knowing smile without wording a sentence were enough to show he was glad Abbacchio had something else to look for instead of the pessimistic perception of his life.
Leone never felt this embarrassed.
You could watch him drink his wine silently judging everyone, acting as a miserable man, but in reality he experiences the worst crisisâ Moody Blues near you.
It replayed romantic gestures it has once recorded before. Definitely meant someone was trying to take notes in secret because he was terrible at it.
Moody Blues would casually transform into a guy saying a cheesy line or asking to hold your hand, which it resulted in you smiling, Leone was losing his mind while gripping his bottle of bitter wine tighter.
"Brat. Get away from my Stand."
He didn't recall his own spirit, but he did move his hand to fill another cup, placing it to his side, where an empty chair awaited, which made his robotic movements look wobbly in that instant.
For someone like him, his tone might have been confused for something close to fondness, never call him out on that.
Too late. Now you'll have a guard dog near you. He'll probably punch and threaten people for you.
Good luck with his version of affection.
Narancia Ghirga
Oh boy, where do I even start.
Did he ever tell you how much he likes to play with pocket knifes? Too late, he will point one at you once you met him.
He doesn't immediately trust you.
He really tries to act as a gangster in front of the amateur.
Narancia isn't dangerous because of composure, superstitions or outright hostility, but because he's explosive as hell in every way.
His excitement, fear, anger, sadness, all, are doubled through the roof.
Can directly yell into your ear, he's going to be annoying and trying to establish his dominance if you mess up your initial encounter.
He's a veteran, obviously, how dare you forget about it?.
If you do surpass something insane, he might respect it, just like he did when Giorno accepted a cup full of piss.
Don't make fun of him, he'll either whine loudly or escalate into aggression.
Talking about that, Fugo is deeply disappointed that you would willingly listen to a moron, or whatever wicked version of tough love nicknames he gives to his friend. Trish knows he's going to be a headache to you.
He loves music, might as well try to get you to listen to it because he's the type of guy to assume everyone likes it, he'll try to impress you.
He struggles so much during math tests, would you help him study or cheat before Fugo stabs him?
He's begging you to help him cheat.
He thinks 16 x 55 equals 28, it seems like he can't process it quite well and it gets his cheek stabbed.
Afterward, it seems he's hissing in pain even if he's used to the ridiculousness, you decided to help him clean the blood off and patch his wound.
He's offended you did it in the first place, he can take care of himself.
Remember, don't ever underestimate him, he literally shot a guy and simultaneously was set on fire by Narancia.
He does begin questioning your behavior.
His Stand, Aerosmith, shows this almost child-like curiosity through the mechanical wings, flying around your hair, even if it doesn't have a personality that should've been easier for you to figure out with a face and a voice, the propeller airplane still reflected Narancia's own mindset.
Sometimes, when you're not around, Aerosmith uses its radar intensively to search for you, thinking you abandoned it.
Thoughts aren't always a fact yet it ignores it just to check on you.
"Where were you?! Why didn't you call me?"
That's how you know he's one to quickly get attached and form a bond. Everything you feel, he'll feel it too.
The moment you reassure him, he'll basically cling and wrap his arms around you, his face nuzzled against your shoulder.
Narancia doesn't want to let go of people that he cares about.
He occasionally holds your hand close through the days.
Pannaccota Fugo
He's quiet in that way that makes you wonder if he has a constant turmoil.
Fugo will always keep distance the moment he's mentioned.
They're all complex personalities, but Fugo is the one you'd have to be careful with.
Not only the fact that his Stand, Purple Haze, has the capability to release toxins everything around it, Fugo happens to be dangerously emotionally as well.
You need to be patient, he's evaluating you and your skills.
Additionally, he won't let you touch him, he avoids physical contact with newcomers.
Be brilliant and he might give you a second chance.
He's skeptical but also he isn't afraid to be silly at times, he's still young despite being a prodigy.
He joins in Mista's and Narancia's antics, sometimes you accidentally get dragged into it because they won't stop teasing him about you.
Get him anything strawberry fashion themed and he's going to be suspicious you even gave him something.
You might get a nod of approval from Bucciarati.
He has incorporated it into his clothing anyway, don't think about it too much.
Fugo sometimes gets tired of all the noise, he might grumble and try not to lose it by responding physically or verbally.
The same reason he'll get comfortable when you respond with silence when he's on edge.
Please, let him tutor you, he wants to share his knowledge with you.
You don't want to? Okay, he's facing the corner and has a silent-as-possible type of tantrum.
He wants to spend time with anyone that doesn't fear him.
Chooses what's realistically logical instead of emotionâ he won't hit you out of nowhere like he would do with Narancia.
Don't push him too much, otherwise you'll have arguments and debates mid dinner.
If he does have an outburst during a stressful momentâ and could make Purple Haze manifest, the best thing you can do is prevent his triggers by offering control of his space.
Purple Haze can't be touched, but if you try to offer Fugo comfort, it might actually listen.
He doesn't want to hurt you, not certainly betray you, his insecurities affect his future, don't ever forget to keep your loyalty intact to him even if you choose to part ways before.
"... This shouldn't make sense, that never happens."
He rests his head on your lap once he calms down, he doesn't need the noise, this time he'll lean into it.
Merely exhausted.
He feels like himself when you caress his hair and he feels the red dusting his cheeks for the day.
Later, he might even bring you a few books you desired to read or accessories to "pay" you back, or subtly ask for forgiveness.
You have joined the gang through the same lighter method everyone went through, but you didn't expect anyone to start acting on their heartfelt impulses.
Characters: Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Bucciarati, Guido Mista.
Note: Hi, this is my first fic where I actually share it with people, I hope you like it, I might do more since sometimes I write in my free time, be patient for part 2 where I add more of the gang and Trish if anyone reads it.
Giorno Giovanna
In the start, he thinks you're capable enough to accompany them on their mission
â Or at least, part of the dream you didn't know you were involved in the first place.
The boy is pragmatic, way too calm where survival and blood was essential, occasionally talking with the other gang members using a polite smile.
Bucciarati completely trusts his resolve and his willpower.
You couldn't help but sense the invisible weight behind the facade, suspicious of his intentions.
Don't get me wrong, all he was searching on the streets of Italy was the truth behind the drug trade, that was clear on his mind.
Then why was he acting more thoughtful than usual around you?
He nodded along at the things you said, took in mind the things you like and dislike, your preferences and interests, his strategies seemed fuzzy whenever he talked to you, his shoulders visibly tense whenever you got a close call.
Somehow, he saw the way you integrated yourself effortlessly, cared for his team and got used to fight alongside him.
Acknowledging him more than a comrade, but as a leader caught his attention.
Guido Mista thought Giorno's actions toward you were a part of some dark magic involving the number 4 or Stand attack.
Golden experience didn't fall behind, just as clingy with his user.
Flowers blooming near where you didn't look, ladybugs that were guarding the rhythm of your steps and the subtle smell of fresh roses that emanated from Giorno, completely oblivious at his own Stand's reactions.
He wasn't forgetting about the future he's building and planning to share, he didn't move you aside either.
He could talk through gestures, he found himself taking your hand into his, light eyes that seemed to read your soul, bowing slightly, lips that brushed against the fingertips, an attempt to catch your attention.
"Once a war is finished, your loyalty will valued."
He made it sound like a mafiosi contract, yet he rarely let anyone get close but you, his rigid exterior was marked by a past that made him desire to be a gangstar.
And still didn't even notice the rose sprouting from the fabric of his shoulder.
Bruno Bucciarati
The poor man thinks it's only because he should care.
He is in pure servicial denial.
That's what he has been doing with his companions, as a leader of the gang, he had responsibility over every single member that joined Passione, including you.
Why would that change?, what made him act that way?, was it because of the past that followed him?.
This sense of responsibility was wrapped in guilt, guilt for seeing his family fall apart, guilt for getting involved in the drug trade, guilt for joining the manipulating hands of Passione.
The guilt with you was different.
Bruno was usually composed and commanding, he still wasn't vulnerable to reacting.
He couldn't stand the thought of anyone getting hurt, but he got particularly frustrated when you got wounded, he didn't even think twice.
"âSticky Fingers!"
That wasn't until you were out of harm's way, asking you to get in the turtle, Bruno had scolded you for acting recklessly just like he would for a childâ even if he didn't see you like one, he was pretending he did, his gang noticed the small crack, especially the distrusting Abbacchio and the perceiving Giorno.
Bruno, the same man that was viewed as a saint, had taken the mission of staying close to you more than usual, asking you how you were and making sure you got medically checked, giving you balanced portions of food so you would recover.
Mista and Narancia joked about Bucciarati thinking you were "a fragile thing" he has to protect, it only earned a glare that instantly shushed them.
He still trusted your judgement to defend yourself, but can you really blame him?
Sticky Fingers was Bruno's soul, it reflected it whenever he wanted to express his deepest desires, especially during breaks at the Libeccio.
He was hoping so bad no one would notice, he simply took an elegant sip of his tea cup.
Meanwhile his Stand, had opened a zipper in the air out of eye sight to hand you a napkin.
If you had pulled the Stand close to youâ especially if you were feeling bold enough to hug it, it surely had made Bucciarati's hand shake slightly, his eyes paused being closed and the dark brows twitching at the phantom feeling of intimacy.
Then suddenly, "Signorina/Signore, I need you to accompany me to find the next message."
Expecting you to follow an order, it was impossible to stop the heat clinging to his cheeks, he would never admit he was nervous about the fact that it didn't have anything to do with the boss.
He hasn't been seen like this before, the gang almost thought it was scary, the horrific thought of Bucciarati going on a date.
Guido Mista
You just had to choose the most dorkiest one, that says a lot.
He tries to act all nonchalant and chill when in reality he's a massive dork and it isn't subtle at all.
Yes, Mista also happens to easily charm women at the same time, whenever he has the opportunity to compliment them he just doesn't think about it twice.
But lately he has been committing way more mistakes than he should, besides shooting his own bullets at himself, he also happened to trip when your head barely moved to look his way.
And when you actually teased him for it?, whenever you didn't swoon for his charm automatically, also meant he was surprised, his smirk twitching in disbelief, it was being wiped off him.
You've caught him off guard.
And of course Narancia had snickered every time Mista was being humbled indirectly by you, Fugo followed by rolling his eyes and claiming he was going to have a migraine.
Once again, he isn't subtle at all, he even happens to play with his gun between his fingers, dark eyes passive even though the posture said a different thing at whoever had looked at you a second too long.
This was until he had enough and decided to gain the courage and pose like a high fashion gunslinger, winking to forget about his embarrassment.
Thank god you didn't mention anything that had to do with the number four, otherwise he might have shot himself accidentally again.
He suddenly short-circuited when you took a hold of Sex Pistols like unruly kittens or stubborn toddlers, they had been buzzing over you like bees, playing around your plate full of food.
The ultimate weapon against themâ Salami.
You were sharing your plate, entertained and oblivious to his advances or pretending to be, separating the fights that were occurring between the Sex Pistols over food, especially protecting the cry baby in the group.
Number 5 was welling up huge tears that framed its small eyes, the yellow spirit eating the piece of cured meat in pure bliss: "Mistaaaaah!, they're an angel! I'm never going back into the revolver!, WAAAH!"
On the other hand, the other Sex Pistols had reacted, some were trying to gain a sense of control like Number 1, others were just rolling off with it.
But Number 3 immediately began having a jealous tantrum, claiming Number 5 always had the attention, inevitably kicking him.
Whatever Mista was drinking or eating he had spit it, you made him spit it, his resolve was being spoiled.
His hands moved too fast, for a paranoid man hunted by the thought of bad luck and the cursed number, he had pulled his knit beanie over his eyes, not only the heat raised in his cheeks, but his whole face, hands dramatically trembling trying not to lose his cool.
"Maledizione! Now they're useless!, please, if you keep going I swear they're going to consider you the boss..."
He didn't acknowledge the fact that his soul was utterly distracted by you.
