||18|| ⨠||Requests: OPEN || ⨠||WIPS: 1|â¨Hi I'm Bambi! I mainly write yandere headcanons and fics for jjba. I write for Genshin Impact as well! Hope you have fun on my blog!â¨
đFirst things first though, this is a strictly 18+ blog. Everything on this blog is FICTIONAL and is meant for an ADULT demographic. This blog is not meant for minors; I DONâT want minors here. If you are a minor you will be immediately BLOCKEDđ
A few things to remember before reading my work is that Iâm a dark fiction writer. I donât condone any of the things I write in my work in real life. The yandere trope is a trope that is meant to stay fictional. If you are sensitive to darker topics, this is a warning to leave.
Latest:
Belonging || Yandere! Lisa Lisa Drabble
Upcoming:
NONE!!!
I write mainly for characters from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, parts 1-8
I do occasionally write for other fandoms such as Genshin Impact, and Mayhaps One Piece.
I write headcanons (occasionally)Â and small fics-!
I do write and accept NSFW, but I'm not really good at writing it.
There are no limits onto how many times you can request! So donât be ashamed of requesting multiple times!
Iâm a hobby writer! So requests are not my top priority! Request at your own risk sjjsjs-
English isnât my first language, so my writing isnât the best hshs
What I WON'T do:
Depictions of p*dop*ilia
Depictions of scat, vomit, or anything in that fashion.
Write for characters as children (Characters such as Josuke and Narancia will be aged up, but characters such as Anne and Emporio are a big no no for me)
No incest
No parent/child, ageplay, or anything in that fashion.
Sexual things involving animals
No raceplay
Ships of canon characters (although I will make exceptions from time to time)
OCâs (Iâm sorry ;;)
Furry
   What I WILL do:
Yandere (I mean thatâs the main thing on this blog lmao
Dark content (this also ties in with yandere ^^)
NSFW
Fluff
Angst
Au
Dub/non con
Honestly almost anything (but not everything)
With that said, enjoy your time here, and don't be shy to send a request!-
Remember, donât go out speaking a obsessive person or stalker, theyâre not gonna always- well 99% of the time, are not gonna be hot sexy men or women, theyâll be gross degenerates who canât find someone.
If you and your partner THAT YOU TRUST AND KNOW WELL ENOUGH, want to fiddle around like that keep it to yourself, but under NO CIRCUMSTANCES take it into reality, itâs just best not to do it overall since it could fuck up your mindset.
YANDERES SHOULD NEVER BE ROMANTICIZED OR WANTED FROM SOMEONE, having the desire for someone to actually kill people you know or do those things to you are not right, seek therapy or talk to someone about it.
Needed to rant as Iâve been seeing to much, I person donât mind the rp shenanigans, but donât let it get out of hand and truly try not to let it leak out into your life, OKAY BYE LOVE YOU! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸đđďżź apologies that is weirdly written, I just needed to remind people.
Once again another daydream that soon became something I write about. EDIT: itâs been a while since Iâve written something omg, this is super all over the place. Hopefully, this is a nice lil taste before I write full one-shots again. Enjoy!! ^^
Warnings: minors dni, fem reader, yandere behaviors, burning (with cigarette), flirting with Caesar, abuse of power, kinda short
âAgain.â
The older woman demanded as she placed the cigarette butt directly onto your arm. You cried out in pain. Despite this not being the first time youâve been burned, it still hurt like hell. This had been going on for what felt like an eternity.
What did you even do that warranted this sadistic torture from your mistress?
Oh right. You disobeyed her.
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Lisa Lisa had been your mistress for just a little over a year. Really it was just supposed to be for a couple of weeks. You had only decided to work as a maid and attendant to cover for your(at the time, sick) sister, Susie Q. However, your sister got too attached during your visit that she has begged you to stay; so you did.
And boy do you regret it.
At first, things were normal. You werenât expecting to build a close bond with the older woman. But you soon started to notice how much Lisa Lisa was spending time with you. You assumed that was okay right? Surely it was normal. After all, your sister spoke very highly of Lisa Lisa, you knew the two could be considered close friends. You knew she loved this job, it wasnât really appropriate to question anything about it. So you just shrugged it off.
Then things started getting weirder when your mistress had asked if you wanted to bathe with her. Huh..? That was odd. It was such an out of no where proposition you had to refuse. You couldnât exactly forget the look she gave you. It was a dominating glare that lingered, and scared the absolute shit out of you. Surely there wouldnât be anything wrong with that right? After that interaction you gave in and joined her for a bath.
From then on Lisa Lisa pulled you aside for all kinds of different reasons. Some of which were way too personal for the relationship the two of you had.
"Give me a massage darling, I've had a rough day.." Normal enough.
"Won't you join me for bed sweetheart?" Okay..odd.
"I don't want you talking to Caesar anymore." Wait what?
Your mistress had forbidden you to talk to the blonde-haired Italian. But why? Sure you had a small crush on him, and you may or may not have returned his advances towards you a couple of times, but why should that be any of her business?!
"Lisa Lisa-"
She gave you a nasty look, "That's mistress to you", she said lighting a cigarette without looking away from you. You gulped as you made eye contact with her. Sweat started to go down your face, was it worth it to even call her out on this invasion of privacy?
"Mistress, with all due respect, I don't think it's an issue that I'm talking to Mr. Zep-"
"Are you disobeying me?" Lisa Lisa asked in a stern tone. Even when she was livid, her face still looked relatively calm. "I didn't ask you to stop talking to him, that was a direct order. By the looks of it I see you hold no respect for me anymore" she said crossing her legs ever so elegantly.
You didn't know how to react. "I'm sorry mistress I didn't mean that-"
"Are you sorry?" she cut you off once again. You nodded. She signaled you to come closer to her. Reluctantly, you did. And now you were standing right in front of her.
"Sit down on my lap darling. That's also an order. Unless you're not sorry. And if you aren't there's the door, and your sister can go with you" she stated, and that alone made you obey with no hesitation. You didn't want Susie to lose her job...
"That's a good girl..but you still need to be punished, don't you?"
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"Again darling, I couldn't hear you clearly the last time.."
You were crying horrendously. So much so your tears were blinding you. Lisa Lisa was not kind whatsoever. You were growing sick of smelling the strong scent of her favorite brand of cigarettes. Your arms were covered in burns, while your neck was filled with hickeys. You wanted this to stop, you had enough.
"I'm still waiting," she said in a low voice.
You whimpered as you felt Lisa Lisa bring another cigarette close to your arm again. "I-I'm sorry, I won't talk to Mr. Zeppeli anymore," you said closing your eyes.
She gave you a small smile, "And?"
"I will never disobey you again.." you said. "M-mistress" you whispered opening your eyes and facing her.
Lisa Lisa smiled, you trembled above her. She looked at all the burn marks and hickeys that were now on your body. All physical signs that you belong to her.
You were officially hers, and no one could take you away.
I havenât posted in awhile. Not because I forgot about this blog, but because I didnât have access to an actual good laptop. But now I do! And I plan to hopefully post a Drabble soon!!
Also also, I have a decent amount of followers??! Thank you guys for liking my writing omg, and thank you for sticking around.
Additionally Iâve recently started one piece so I may or may not start writing for that xd
Lovely reminders:
your f/os love every inch of you! Every little aspect you consider a âflawâ? They absolutely adore!!
Your laugh? Itâs your f/oâs favorite sound! Whether you think itâs too loud or annoying, they couldnât go a day without hearing it.
Your nose? The perfect place to press kisses. No matter the size or shape, it fits your face perfectly, itâs your nose so itâs their favorite nose.
Your acne? They donât think it makes you any lesser, or takes away anything from you. They know you canât control it and would never make you feel bad for it.
Your body hair, your style, your mannerisms? All things that make you, you! They wouldnât change one thing about you, they love you in your rawest form, just come as you are.
Yandere! Jonathan Joestar with prompts #26, #33, and #88
Hereâs a Jonathan appreciation post. I donât see much for him (either that or Iâm really bad at finding them). Please enjoy!
âWhat did I do wrong?â
âKissing you like this is all Iâve ever wantedâ
âI did it out of love!â
Warnings: minors dni, yandere behaviors, implied stalking, menstruation mentions, kidnapping, non/con kissing, DELUSIONAL jonathan (like really lmao), sfw for the most part.
Poor [first]. Poor little [first] just had to keep denying the sweet ol' Jonathan Joestar. He was nothing but kind and loving to a maiden who was in need of his help! And what does the fair maiden do? Ignore him! As if all his chilvarous attempts meant nothing to the maiden. Constantly berating him on how he needs to 'let go' and 'let her live her life!' Why, he's just trying to protect her! Why can't she just see that?
However, Jonathan Joestar is not just a ant you can kill and move on with your day. He is a man in love, and is determined to win your love and affection.
No matter what it takes.
"Mistress [last], the Joestar heir is here to see you again!"
You groaned as you heard your butler yell from downstairs. That bloody Joestar just couldn't catch a hint now could he? You stumbled your way downstairs, rubbing your temples aggressively. "Tell the bastard I'm not home-"
"I tried mistress, but the young man persisted to at least leave you behind a note and his bouquet of roses he bought for you" your butler told you before walking over to you. You groaned in annoyance once again and sighed deeply. "Just take a break Charles, I'll handle this" you said patting his back before angrily walking towards the entrance of your home. You barely heard your butler's 'thank you', guess you're too angry to think straight.
But in your defense, you're tired! You want this courting non sense to stop immediately! Time and time again you've told Jonathan to get lost and leave you alone. But he always does the exact opposite! Always running towards you when he sees you in the street (which is quite frequently). You don't know how he always manages to find you. It's almost as if he knows you'll be there. Not only is that creepy in it's own right, but you're just tired of him. Tired of seeing his stupid face everywhere you go!
Ofcourse your parents always tell you to consider giving Jonathan a chance. Saying that he's such a sweet boy, he comes from such a wealthy family, he loves you oh so much, and he's so handsome; clearly he's what's best for you!
The hell he is! You want nothing to do with Jonathan Joestar and if maybe being a little meaner to him will help him get the message through his tremendously thick skull, youâre willing to take your chances.
You open the door and come face to face with the blue-haired man. Your eyebrows furrow in disgust as Jonathan hugs you in a tight embrace, hardly allowing you to breathe as he pressed you into his newly bought bouquet in your face, along with being smothered by his strong cologne and chest. "Oh [first] my beloved! I'm so glad you opened your door, you know your butler told me you weren't home and I knew that couldn't be true since you had no plans today-"
You cut off the larger man by pushing him away almost instantly, "Jonathan Joestar I am not your beloved!" you yell at him, using a hint of venom in your words. The male looked at you strangely for a bit, before giving you a warm smile, that warm, sickly sweet disgusting smile. "Now [first], there's no need to be joking around, surely you must feel something for me as well.." the blue-haired man said leaning in for a kiss.
You push him away almost instantly. Who the hell did this man think he is? Going in for a kiss as if they're already together. And he calls himself a gentleman? Please. You've never felt so grossed out. "I said no!" you yelled hoping that he'd just leave you alone.
Jonathan looked at you with confusion and a slight bit of hurt in his eyes. "What did I do wrong my beloved? I just wanted-"
"No Jonathan! I don't care about what you want! It's always about what you want, never about me! All I want is for you to leave me be! Go away, or I'll swear on my family's name Joestar. If you ever bother me again I'll kill you!" you yelled at him, finally closing the door on him. You had expected him to beg you to open up your door again, but you didn't hear anything. God, that felt so satisfying. If you had known that'd be enough to shut him up, you would've done it ages ago. You give out an exasperated sigh, you haven't felt such relief in ages. It felt so good to finally have the Joestar heir off your back.
Jonathan had never been so hurt. Who knew such beautiful and sweet lips would say such nasty and vile things?! Especially to him? He's supposed to be your one and only. He was supposed to be your prince charming, your knight in shining armor one might add. And you push and reject him away like he's some stray on the street. Did all that time and devotion mean nothing to you?
Jonathan shook his head. Of course it did. It just had to. Maybe you were just on your menstrual cycle. Right, that was so obvious, how couldn't he have known? God, now he feels horrible. No wonder you lashed out at him. No matter, he'll just make it up to you by the time the next ball comes around.
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It was odd.
Not a single letter from Jonathan. Not even one. Could it be that he finally learned his lesson? Most likely, And to be completely honest, you were happy! You finally felt free for the first time in ages. It was weird how you and Jonathan didn't have a relationship, yet in a weird way it felt like you did. You shrugged it off, like it mattered now. Jonathan Joestar had finally left you alone and for that reason you feel like you should celebrate! A famous lord from town had invited you to his monthly ball (it seems like he was a big fan of parties), and this month's theme was masquerade. Not only was the thought of going out exciting, but you could also use this to find a suitor.
While you didn't exactly care for finding a suitor, your parents did, and you didn't want to dissappoint. After all, you want to give love a try, perhaps youâll meet an adventurer at the ball. Thinking about traveling the world made your heart skip a beat.
You look in your closet and pull out some of your best gowns. This was the first time you had ever put in effort into looking nice for a party. That Joestar must have been holding you back all this time, now you feel as if you can truly have fun. You were excited for once you couldnât wait for the ball.
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The night of the ball arrived, and you were. thrilled! You couldnât wait to socialize with other people, nobles from all over the world were going to be attending. The thought of gaining connections and making potential friendships excited you.
You smiled at your reflection, you certainly outdid yourself with the wardrobe. The fabric of your gown would probably be one of the best there. Along with your matching corset that hugged your waist tightly. Additionally, your mask you had made specifically for this party came out extremely gorgeous. The gown you were wearing would surely stick out, but youâd supposed thatâs a good thing. This is borderline your first ball debut in months, so you did feel somewhat pressured. Whatever, youâre going to have fun and thatâs all that matters.
You have your butler escort you to your carriage, and you were on your way to the ball.
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You felt like the belle of the ball. Youâve never had so much fun until this point. If you had to take a shot for every dance you had participated in youâd be a falling drunk. Every dance youâd have a partner, and thatâs something to brag about in the future.
Despite all the fun you were having, you couldnât shake off the feeling that something was off somehow. Something just didnât feel..right. Throughout each dance, youâd always feel a pair of eyes watching your every move. You werenât sure if it was multiple people from the crowd or just a singular person. Either way, you were creeped out.
âExcuse me madam, but would you mind sharing this dance with me?â
A familiar British accent was heard behind you. A muscular man with a black mask and red trim had asked to dance with you. And although he sounded polite, you felt like you couldnât trust him. There was something weird about him, you just couldnât put your finger on it. He was too..familiar. You couldnât even say anything. He touched your hand, âMadam are you alright? Do you need to step out?â He asked in that familiar tone again.
Bloody hell! Why couldnât you say anything? Did your brain suddenly stop working? By the time you could even respond the man had dragged you outside the mansion itself. The manâs grip on your hand doesnât grow any weaker.
âThere ya go some nice, fresh air, I do hope youâre alright madam. Itâd be a shame if we wouldnât dance tonightâ
Was this man a drunk? Did he forget his manners? What kind of man drags a woman outside without her consent!?
âExcuse me sir, but I donât ever recall agreeing to walking outside with you! Did you ever learn about manners? Your parents certainly havenât taught you wellâ you angrily said, finally coming back to your senses after zoning out. The man looked at you for a moment, and then gave out a small laugh. âWhy ofcourse how could I ever forget my own manners, I apologize for my actions, a true gentleman would never do that to a lady. However my beloved, I have been waiting for too long, so please Iâd like to apologize for my actionsâ he said calmly.
That tone..this man couldnât possibly be ? No no no, Jonathan Joestar wouldnât attend a party like this would he? But thereâs only one man who refers to you as his beloved. So there was no denying the blue haired man in front of you was your tormentor.
Jonathan softly caresses your face, and lifts up your mask to reveal your frightened face. He gives you a rough kiss on the lips, which is something youâd never expect from someone who calls himself a gentleman. You try to push him off, but that proves useless since heâs much more stronger than youâll ever be. Jonathan finally stops suffocating you with his lips and proceeds to give you a kiss on the cheek. âDear that was simply wonderful, kissing you like this is all Iâve ever wanted. Iâm so glad my dreams have come trueâ the sick man you hate said passionately kissing every single part of your face. You wanted to punch him, but you would know the violent and almost terrifying consequences that would happen.
âJonathan please stop this! Let me go, why are you doing this!â You pleaded with him, crying tears that could probably fill rivers. You didnât want to be with Jonathan. You hated him.
Jonathan placed his hand on your mouth and carried you like it was nothing. âShh [first], I did this out of love, and youâll understand soon. Youâll love me too, I just know itâ . Jonathan made sure you didnât remember a thing.
From there you donât even remember much.
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Last thing you knew was dancing with a mysterious man at a party. Now, you were [first] Joestar, Jonathan Joestarâs prized wife. You canât remember a thing for some reason. All you know is that you love your husband with all your heart.
Your past self wouldâve never thought that sheâd be in the Joestar mansion, sitting in a locked bedroom, picking baby names for her captorâs child.
Yooo I've been gone for a while. But I'm pretty much writing at my own pace since I'm taking my time to focus on myself and my mental health (also I changed my theme and I think it looks good!!) ^^
Yandere! Jonathan Joestar with prompts 26, 33, and 88
Yandere! Jolyne Cujoh with prompts 12, 13, and 17
Yandere! Gwess with prompts 72, 38, and 82
As she pleases || Yandere! Lisa Lisa Drabble
A little piece of heaven || Yandere! Enrico Pucci Drabble
Tragedy of Chateau Cepage || Yandere! Jean-Pierre Polnareff
You're seriously mad? I'm not mistaken here || Yandere!Noriaki Kakyoin
âď¸âď¸Was in the shower and I had an idea lmao. I was meaning to write for Diavolo anyway, so win win. Didn't come out the way I wanted it to, but I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: minors dni, yandere behaviors, past kidnapping, poisoning, Stockholm Syndrome, feeding, tw: death of reader, (you call him Emperor?? Idk), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
Your poor unsuspecting mind would never have imagined being kidnapped by the king of Italy, the Don of Passione. A man who held power over the entire country. And a man who had his anonymity as his highest priority.
Things were easy for the Don in a way. If he wanted something, he got it, no matter the cost. So when the Don laid eyes on you, the sweet, but feisty daughter of a local gelato vendor; there was nothing stopping him from making you his spouse, his little topolina. You were his the moment he laid eyes on you. And it wouldnât be long before he has you in his arms, beneath him.
Never did you think youâd be kidnapped from your small home in Roma. You shouldâve been helping your father run his small business. You shouldâve been seeing childrenâs smiles when you gave them their favorite gelato. You shouldâve been out of this place.
Never in a million years did you think that things would turn out like this. You didnât think youâd be waiting for your Imperatore to come back from a stressful day at work. You didnât think youâd be happy to see him return. Hell, why were you dressed in the finest of lingerie, feeling butterflies as you thought about your Imperatore coming to see you, his sweet topolina? After all heâs the man who took your life from you and imprisoned you in some room. For weeks, you fought for your life, begging; no demanding to be released back into the real world. You didnât want to be here, you wanted your old life back. But all it took was being neglected for while, before you fully submitted to your Imperatore.
Suddenly you hear keys jingle, and you snap out of your thoughts. You come face to face to your kidnapper lover.
âTopolina! Iâm home!â He exclaims closing the door behind him. You smile and run up towards him, pulling him in a tight embrace. âDiavolo! Itâs so good to see you! I thought you forgot about me..â you frowned looking down at your bare feet. Diavolo chuckles before raising your chin up, âOh mia topolina, how could I ever forget about my sweet bambina. Iâve just been very busy lately with traitors..â he mumbles that last part, but itâs not like you cared.
You watched him walk towards your mini-kitchen, and you began to worry. Sure youâve seen your Imperatore be stressed before, but youâve never seen him like this. You brushed it off and sat down on the couch, turning on the television, you began to watch the latest soap opera. Completely enamored with the screen, while your Imperatore was busy in the kitchen.
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After a few minutes of cooking, Diavolo placed a bowl full of homemade soup on the table. âTopolina! Come dear Iâve made you something my sweetâ he said sitting down on a chair. You rushed into the kitchen, excited to taste what your Imperatore had prepared for you. âAh Diavolo it looks amazing!â You gushed only to have him shush you. âAh ah, come my sweet, Iâll feed you the soup. Itâs hot and I wouldnât want my topolina to get burned..â he said. You smiled and sat on his lap and let him feed you the soup. One spoonful at a time..
Once you almost finished the soup, Diavolo leaned in your ear, âTopolina, please tell me how mice die in a home..?â He asked, his deep voice ringing in your ear.
You wiped some of the soup from your mouth and gulped slightly, âWell..usually you kill them with traps..luring them in with foodâ you said hesitantly. Diavolo smiles, âVery good bambina. Now arenât you going to ask me what I put in the soup?â He asks, without his smile faltering. He stroked your hair with one of his hands, while the other rests on your lap. âMy topolina, your soup was made with meat, carrots, potatoes, love..â
Your eyes widen at the implication. No youâre Imperatore wouldnât kill you, he loves you right? But your rational mind kept warning you. And once it finally hit you that you had fallen for his lovely, sick trap. It brought tears to your eyes.
You felt a pain in your throat, tears were streaming down your cheeks. You hugged your Imperatore, âNo..n-no please! I donât want to die! I-I donât want to die! Please tell me this is a joke! Diavolo please! â You tried to plead with him, you hoped that your Imperatore was playing a prank on you. A really, really cruel prank. But by the look on Diavoloâs face. He had already decided your fate.
As you wept your final moment in his arms, Diavolo kissed your lips. âIâm sorry bambina, but the traitors are getting too close, I canât allow anything to happen to you. Youâll understand right?â He whispered holding you close, feeling every one of your tears fall down on his chest. He kissed you slowly, stroking your head lovingly. âThis is for your sake and mine..â he said a little louder than before.
Kissing you on the lips once again, Diavolo watched as the life left your eyes,
Would you be down for writing some Narancia and Trish fluffy, shippy cuteness? I need more of it in my life.
Yes of course! For some reason I always felt like their relationship is underrated in the fandom, they def need more recognition! Usually I donât write for ships, but Iâll make this one an exception! Btw I wrote this on my phone so formatting is weird. Also ending is rushed cause I can't write on my phone jsjsj.
Trish and Narancia ship headcanons! + small scenarios
Warnings: au where everyone lives, fluff
Well for one these two are adorable in their own right, but who wouldâve thought they had been a perfect match? After all theyâre like polar opposites!
Regardless, maybe itâs because of those differences that help them bring out the best in each other.
Their first meeting isnât exactly..sweet. I mean Narancia attacked her and she only defended herself in response.
So yeah..not a good first impression.
But I like to think that Bruno probably made Narancia apologize somewhere down the line.
From then on they are almost never seen without being together!
It mostly starts out with Narancia asking feminine hygiene questions (letâs face it, boys will be boys), or just bombarding Trish with random questions.
Trish isnât quite the fan of these questions, and grows a bit annoyed with them.
At first at least-
Soon she begins responding to Naranciaâs questions, and it really brings them closer.
Sometimes the questions are bit silly, but soon Trish gets used to it, and actually finds some humor in Naranciaâs antics.
âSo basically what youâre saying is, I need to start using face masks?â Narancia asks holding one of Trishâs magazines up in the air, as if it was some ancient artifact heâd never seen before.
Trish rolls her eyes before smiling, âWell of course if you donât want to look old and ugly by the time youâre thirty. Youâd definitely need it since guys age so weird..â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?!â
They bring out the best out of each other for sure.
Due to their drastic differences personality wise, they both get to learn about things they didnât know before.
Narancia is a walking talking ball of energy. While Trish is more reserved and quiet.
But with time, their conversations start to get personal.
Narancia talks about his time in his past. How his mother passed away at a young age, how his father neglected him, to being betrayed by people whom he considered friends.
From there, Trish begins to trust Narancia a little more and confides in him.
She talks about her mother and how she passed away as well, and her non existent relationship with her father.
Narancia is always willing to listen, and notices they share more similarities than he first thought.
This makes Trish connect with Narancia a little more.
Trish teaches Narancia her own personal sense of style and taste in music, and while Narancia isnât a big fan of; heâs ready to listen to her and ask her questions.
With Naranciaâs bright attitude, it helps Trish open up more to him and the rest of the gang, who she starts to view as family.
During the constant fighting against Diavolo and his protection team, their conversations also get serious.
Both Trish and Narancia share their dreams of what to do when the battle is over.
âHey Trish-â
Trish looks up to the raven haired male and hums in response. Narancia scoots closer to her and sighs, âWhen we finally defeat the boss..what are you going to do?â He asks fiddling with his fingers.
Trish shakes her head, âI donât know if weâll make it..but if we do I want to..no never mind itâs too sillyâ she says shaking her head once more before sighing. Out of curiosity, Narancia holds her arm, âNo now that you meantion it it canât be silly! I mean youâre one of the coolest girls I know..â
âWhat was that?â Trish asks teasingly. Narancia blushes and blurts out, âNothing! You still have to tell me though!â He says punching her arm lightly. She sighs and gives him a small smile, âWell I want to pursue a career in music. I want to become a singer. What about you?â She asks.
Narancia just stares at her in awe before snapping back to reality, âHuh? Thatâs not silly at all! Thatâs great! And me? Well I was thinking of reconnecting with Fugo again..and I want to go back to school!â He tells her enthusiastically. He leans back and looks at her, âWow..a singer huh. I would go to all your concerts!â He exclaims.
Trish laughs at the statement before smiling back at him, âStop..youâre too much sometimes..â
After the events of Vento Aureo, the whole gang is in a bad state of mind, but relieved that the mission is over.
I feel like Trish would be the first one to notice her own crush on Narancia, but she'd be very shy about it.
Even though she learned to open up (thanks to Mista and Narancia), she doesn't know how to deal with a crush.
But just because she's silent about her feelings, doesn't mean she doesn't show small actions to show her affections.
Small things like styling Narancia's hair, or holding him close while they watch reruns of Gianni Versace 1995 spring collection runway show.
Narancia however, takes a little more time realizing his emotions.
He'll probably need a little help from his friends (mans never interacted with a girl other than his mom)
Bruno, Giorno, and Mista are the biggest help (Abbacchio just scoffs at the idea, and isn't much help at all).
Overall these two are just the perfect match, and have a long way to go since they are still so young.
