JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Ghiaccio x Reader: "Ice Baby"

He might have been a bit of an idiot, but he was your idiot. He would talk about the stupidest things as his head lay in your lap, your fingers swirling through his soft hair. Of course, he wasn't generally a touchy-feely sort of person, but sometimes, just sometimes, he would open up to you. When the rest of the squad was out on a mission, when he was bored lying around at headquarters, he would simply nuzzle up to you like a lonely cat. And you absolutely loved it.

"Oh my god (y/n),"

"What is it, Ice Baby?" He playfully swatted at you whenever you called him that, but you could tell he somewhat enjoyed your teasing him.

"Have you ever realised," He stared up at the ceiling in silence as you massaged his scalp. "That Panama... and pajama... only have one letter difference?" He gritted his teeth as you let out a soft giggle. "I mean, what the hell is that about? Why are they pronounced so differently then?! Dammit I hate English..." You shushed him as you drew your fingers down his neck.

"Well, I can't do anything about Panama, but..." You played with the collar of his light blue nightshirt, "I could certainly take off those pajamas for you," He tried to hide his flush as best he could as you slowly kissed him on the forehead.

No matter how confident he was out in the field, he always melted into a blushing mess when he was in your arms. He'd flirt with you, offer you kisses and compliments, brag about himself. And yet whenever you reciprocated those affections, he would fall flat on his face.

But what was he planning right now? Everyone but you two had been assigned off on various jobs when he suggested a "night out". He fidgeted with the corner of his glasses, picking up a large sack as you smirked.
"What's that?" You intertwined your fingers in his as you noisily poked at the sack. He gritted his teeth in slight annoyance.

"It's a surprise. Are you coming or not?" You giggled with your anticipation.

"I think that would be lovely, Ghia." His face reddened at the nicknames you gave him, but he let it slide when he had pulled you out the door. It was a quiet, moonlit night as you walked down the canal. The water was calm and still, perfectly reflecting the starry sky above on its silvery surface. It had been a while since you had spent a night with him like this. Your relationship had just been so sudden: You had joined the assassination squad, he had claimed you as "his," and you didn't have time for much other than operations and milling round on the couch.
"Here," You cocked your head as you heard his soft mutter. He had led you to the water's edge setting the large bag down on the ground before you and rifling through it. You could just make out the red on his cheeks as he muttered "Hopefully they're your size," A gasp left your lips as he pulled a pair of skates from the sack.

"Ghiaccio!"

"I know you said you didn't really know how to but, umm..." he rubbed his neck bashfully as he brought out his stand. A single step of his skate on the water made the canal crackle as his cryogenic freeze shot across to the opposite shore. You giggled stupidly, as in awe of his wonderful powers as you always had been. But you were a bit scared: you had almost never actually laid foot on the ice. You admired Ghiaccio's skills from afar, his precision and expertise when he confronted his enemies. Your powers were nothing compared to his... And now, he wanted you to try?

"You know I'm gonna fall on my face?" You yelled out at him as you began to tie the skates up. He chuckled as he glided across the frozen canal carelessly.

"If you fall I'll catch you!" He smirked as he performed a little jump to show off, and you couldn't help but giggle as he he began skating backwards down the river.

"Ghia, don't fall off the ice!" he slyly began to freezing the water underneath him as he ventured onto the unfrozen waters and you rolled your eyes at his bragging. "Fine then," You sighed as you tied the final shoelace, making sure the boots were snug on your toes. "Here goes nothing," you whispered to yourself as you slowly stepped onto the frozen canal.