JJBA x Readers

Ghiaccio : You're Mine

"If your requests are still open... could i pretty please request a Ghiaccio x reader? I was hoping it could be a very fluffy fic where the reader is nb (non binary)? I hope thats ok, but if youre uncomfortable with nb, id be down for fem reader. I honestly dont know for the plot, anything cuddly and fluffy is good!" - enihilo

So, I did try to research a little about being non-binary since I identify as female so I don't understand. I hope that this was relatable to what you wanted! I'm sorry if it's wrong or not what you were expecting. I assumed the reader was born a female simply because when you requested you said nb or female, so I hope that is okay, too!
I also just want to say if someone is uncomfortable with you or anybody else being nb, then they are the problem and you shouldn't feel ashamed of who you are.
I was trying to keep Ghiaccio gremlin like but also loving and respectful even if he doesn't understand. I did struggle with gender being the forefront of the entire story but I do truly hope it was good enough for you!

The door slammed, irking the blue curled menace.

"Oi!" he yelled, watching as you stomped into the living room. Falling onto the couch with a huff, you refused to look at him, instead staring holes into the floor. Muscles twitching, leg bouncing, he could see you were pissed off. He tried to soften, knowing full well he could be harsh with you sometimes as his girlfriend.
"Ghiaccio, I want you to call me your partner."
"Why," he retaliated, confused. Folding your arms, you leant back, staring at the ceiling in thought, a frown apparent upon your features. Something was obviously bugging you.
"I... asked why so I can understand," he admitted, worrying he'd been too direct. "Not to mock you."
"I'm not your girlfriend."
There was a small silence. Nobody moved, blinked, swallowed, nothing. Were you breaking up with him? Did something happen? What was going on and as ireful as it made him, the way you were behaving proved to him that this was one of those serious situations where he had to be patient.
"Okay," he stammered, scratching his head. "Why?"
"I'm not a girl."
"Huh? But you have-!"
He was halted by your fingers immediately.
"That's not what I'm saying. I'm not a girl, but I'm not a boy, either."
It was hard not to be hurt by such ignorance, but he was taking it far better than you imagined. You weren't exactly sure what it was you had expected, but it definitely wasn't this level of patience and care. Plus, how could you expect him to understand if you didn't inform him? Inhaling deeply, the ice gremlin tried desperately to stay calm.
"This is obviously very important to you, but it's frustrating. The way you're saying it. I don't... Understand." Another silence hung over the pair of you. "Do I need to understand-? Actually," he shuffled himself to face you, getting comfortable in his seat. "Would you like me to understand?"
"I..."
You had no words. What had you done to deserve such acceptance? He'd entered into this relationship thinking you were his girlfriend, now you weren't anything. You were just... His lover. You were you. Tears started coming, but not in a sobbing sort of fashion.
"Oh man, you know I can't do crying," he panicked, anxiously flailing. "Am I meant to freeze them-?!"
"I'm... Sorry, Ghia! I thought you would be embarrassed!"
"Embarrassed?" he repeated, glancing away to process your words. "...Why?"
"Because I'm not a woman!"
"So? That's why you're crying?"
"Well... You wanted to date a woman, correct?"
"I guessed you were a woman, yes, but I wanted to date you. If I had two coins of the same value and one was dirty but the other wasn't, would they amount to any less?"
"They would be the same value."
"Precisely. What you are on the outside doesn't always affect your value." Pausing, he felt his analogy wasn't quite accurate and decided he needed to ask the questions in order to clear this up. "So, what are you then if you aren't a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know... I just... Know I'm not who I'm supposed to be."
"Hey," he sighed, eyes softening like gooey marshmallows melting. "That ain't true. You're mine. You're my... Partner. My Y/N." Before you could completely break down and sob, he slapped you across the head, jumping onto his feet. "Anyway, stop crying before I freeze your damn eyes shut!"