#jjba pillarmen x reader

[yachiblanca]

Hi I was wondering if you could write a pillerman x reader where the reader passes out in front of them? (I get dizzy spells and often pass out if I’m to hot, normally I can catch them but some times it happens out of no where) thank you and I hope you have a great day :)

 Hello! I hope you're doing well, stay hydrated to lessen the hot temperature, thank you for the request! :-)

Reader passing out in front of the Pillarmen

You and Kars were doing activities together, it had been a while since you both started- has it been 30 minutes exact? Hours? or more? You didn’t remember till you had slowly start to see faint of black in your sight- then the next thing you didn’t knew was that you had already passed out leaving Kars to witness what had happened.

After that he saw you faint- he wasn’t much surprised- he knew to that you were going to pass out by just the simple glance he took from you, he didn’t tell you nor warn you that you looked like you were going to pass out any second- well.. that’s because of his ego..

He stops from what he’s doing, a smug on his face “Passed out already?” Both of Kars’s arms dive under your unconscious body- instantly carrying you in one sweep, he admits to himself you look more adorable in his arms- leaving a light faint blush on his cheeks but brushing it off quickly- not wanting to be seen.

His feet are fast to carry you to his room and lay you on his luxurious looking bed, Kars isn’t worried- not even a single bit, he can still feel your pulse- but what occupies his mind is how do you wake up? Kars hasn’t studied about human medication of whatsoever, so instead he did it the old fashion way of how he saw humans do it.

He placed a cold towel on your forehead- and so did he wiped the rest of your visible skin with another cold towel, Kars would never do this to anyone but this was his first time doing it for you- who’s special to him, you're EXTREMELY lucky. But if he sees you bat an eye open- he’s immediately stopping, leaving what was left behind. He just doesn't seem to be interested in showing that he's taking care of a human, but he deeply cares for you.

Esidisi's reaction would trigger this expression when he hears the loud thump when you had fallen on the ground, this man is beyond worried of what is happening to you.

"Y/N!!!! Are you there?! Y/N--" He carries you- suddenly felt that you still had a beating heart, well that made his spirit come back to him. Though at this point he doesn't know what's happening to you- so he hurried you to a bed.

After placing your unconscious body his mind is going to go feral, he's running around the room thinking what is he going to do or the thought of you dying was taking up all of his thoughts- more tears were to come.

Though he was stopped by Kars who can clearly hear him from afar, telling Esidisi that if you're still breathing- you're still fine. Esidisi was still worried though, just a little..

Just kidding he's infinitely worried lol.

He's just going to sit there on the floor while watching you sleep peacefully- or not. You should wake up soon before he plans on writing on your face, he's too bored without you so a little prank would entertain himself.

Wamuu loses his ‘Calm’ matter when he sees you passing out, you were just training with him.. was the training too rough for you? He’s completely unhinged figuring out what had happened to you- internally worried.

“‘Y-Y/N? Are you alright?” Has he accidentally killed you? His growing worry for you soon fade away after he carried you in his arms- instantly feeling your pulse he lets out a big sigh of relief. Maybe he considered worrying too much was not he trained for the past years.

Laying you down on a bed- his mind wonders first, when are you waking up? Next was he figured out that you had passed out because of the heat of your body, he felt it when he carried you- your soft skin on his almost made him trip on his feet, being careful as much as possible- it was like carrying something more valuable than the Red Stone Of Aja.

Should he go to his masters to request for assistance? Or should he stay here and wait for you to wake up? Wamuu who was undecided- he watched your peaceful face while you were asleep.

Your lips were slightly separated- they looked so nice and welcoming.. Wamuu’s intrusive thoughts were getting into him, his face was close to yours- slowly getting more closer, he knew what he was doing but you were just too- irresistible, you suddenly moved- making Wamuu instantly back away while his body was tensed up. Maybe he’ll just do it someday.

Santana is completely shocked and surprised, he’ll come up close to you- his head laying on your chest, feeling a heartbeat. He raised a brow with the thought ‘Why are you on the floor?’ Were you playing some type of game with him? His head slightly tilted in confusion.

He tried to examine your form, but with one touch of your skin- he notices it was too warm, Santana doesn’t know about what’s happening to human bodies but he’s trying his best to figure out what’s happening to you.

His worry starts to crawl on him slowly. Were you dying right on spot? He carried you in a bridal style, and laid you down on a comfy bed. He just sat there by the side waiting for you to wake up with a blank face expression.

You were still breathing- though Santana was getting impatient, when were you going to wake up? His mind yet again wonders if there’s something that will wake you up? Was giving food to you going to wake up? His mind filled with ideas.

He tried poking your cheeks multiple times, stole a kid’s lollipop at the sidewalk and placed it on your lips- nope still not waking up, he went to a pharmacy- asking “Y/N’s not waking up, I need a cure.” But the other people in the pharmacy feared his huge form- unable to answer him from utter shock, Santana leaves. Santana really had no other choice but to wait, he just wants you to wake up.

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[danddymaro]

Staying In | Kars x Reader

big boy stays with you

Sweet stuff.

Word count: 352

Staying In

Kars watched as you continued to sleep through the night, unperturbed by any of his movements, at an ease he hadn't thought could be possible near someone like him.

-For a prey like you to be so trusting ; there was certainly some sort of amusement there for him to muse over.

But of course, he wasn't too surprised.

You were the exception to many of his doubts, a constant reminder of how beautiful humans could be.

-You were truly a rarity to come across, and he appreciated your very existence, as he did most creatures that basked under the sun.

His large hand lightly ghosted over your head, occasionally petting you with a contemplative sigh as he considered slipping out of your home again.

The illumination of the forgiving moon called out to him as it was the only time he could explore freely. His old friend smiled down at him, luring him, yet he resisted.

You wouldn't be aware, only slightly upset when you saw him again, but too grateful to have him return to dwell in it.

He knew you well enough to know that you wanted more time with him, you were sentimental and needy in that way.

-Not that he minded much.

After all, It's the custom as he's never stayed longer than a few gracious hours. Though, he's been willing to extend that time lately.

You're fortunate to have claimed a part of his heart, a piece that was growing furthumore as time progressed.

"I suppose…" he murmurs as he leans down, his lips pressed to your shoulder as he takes a second longer to consider his options before ultimately deciding to stay.

" These few hours will belong to you," he declares with a touch of gentle delight before it takes him a moment to settle, to try and fit close to your smaller frame as he tests out holding you close, your entire body shifting in silent complience he finds to his favor.

If he were inconsiderate, he'd let out a hearty laugh as you immediately cuddle close to him, clutching his hand to your chest and between your two arms that hold it lovingly.

"My precious little gem," he softly says as he holds you from behind, cocooning you with his larger body and falling waves of plum that gently caress your skin.

"I'll stay with you longer,"

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[thornybubbles]

All I Ever Wanted: Yandere Santana x Reader

Note: I used a different method for writing this story than I normally do. I used a picker wheel to randomly choose a prompt from a list of Yandere Prompts from Tumblr and a list of JoJo characters I haven’t written for yet. The winning character was Santana and the winning prompt was “Yandere saves Darling’s life”. I may use this method again in the future. 

Santana first encountered you when you snuck into the German base to aid Joseph in rescuing Speedwagon. He could not take his eyes off of you as you tended to the old man while Joseph tried to gain his attention with his buffoonery. Nothing the young Joestar said or did could pull Santana’s gaze from you as you spoke words of comfort to the frightened Speedwagon. The old man scolded you for tagging along with Joseph on such a dangerous mission, but he was relieved to have you there nonetheless. Watching you coddle the old man stirred something in Santana that he never felt before. Santana never considered humans to be especially attractive before, but there was something about you that lured him in. Maybe it was the gentle look in your eyes as you checked the old man over? Maybe it was the loving words you used as you spoke to him?

Santana found himself growing jealous over the attention the old man was getting from you. For him, affection was few and far between and usually limited to a half-hearted head pat from Kars or Esidesi whenever he did as he was told. As he got older though, they started to treat him less like kin and more like a pet. During training, he found himself unable to achieve the same kind of results that Wammu could, and Kars became increasingly frustrated with him. He once warned him that if he did not catch up with the rest of them, then he would be left behind. When he woke up thousands of years later and found himself alone, he knew that he’d been abandoned. 

He fully intended to take all of his grief and anger out on every single human he came across, but seeing you, he decided to make an exception. Though anger began to simmer in him as he watched you with the old man. You hadn’t even looked at him when you came in. Did you have any idea how stupid it was to blunder into enemy territory and not be on guard? He could have killed you a thousand times over before you even made eye contact with him! Why were you wasting time with that old man when you should be paying attention to him?! Santana side-stepped Joseph, who was incessantly tapping his nose and saying ridiculous things, and began to advance on you and Speedwagon.

Your back was turned to the Pillarman. You were too busy trying to release Speedwagon from his restraints to notice as Santana drew ever closer to you. He was strangely quiet for someone so large. It wasn’t until Speedwagon’s horrified gaze locked on something behind you did you turn around and find yourself face to face with the Pillarman. You gasped and instinctively put yourself between Santana and the old man, trying to shield Speedwagon from the brute. Santana just stared down at you with an unreadable expression while Speedwagon begged for you to get away. 

Slowly, Santana reached out for you, his massive hand looking like it was about to clamp down on your head. 

“Don’t ignore me, you prehistoric prick!” shouted Joseph. 

He placed a hand on Santana’s shoulder, trying to annoy the Pillarman enough that he would forget about whatever he was planning to do to you. When Santana didn’t react, Joseph sent a jolt of Ripple energy into the flesh of his shoulder to get the point across. It certainly worked because Santana’s eye twitched and the corner of his mouth turned up into a slight snarl. His shoulder sizzled from the attack but was already healing itself. Santana slowly turned to face Joseph who was bouncing from foot to foot holding his fists up as if he were in a boxing ring. 

“That’s what you get for treating me like I’m just a mosquito flying around your ear!” Joseph said, grinning obnoxiously. 

Santana was giving him a blank look but you could practically feel the rage boiling off of him. Before anything else could happen, though, the sound of several booted feet stomped up the corridor and a troop of German soldiers burst into the room. They lined up on either side of a very confused Joseph and took aim at Santana. Who the blazes were these guys? Reinforcements? From where? You thought Santana had killed all the soldiers in the base! You didn’t think much more about it because you realized that while the Germans had their guns locked on Santana, you and Speedwagon were right behind him. If they fired on the Pillarman, they would take you and the old man out, too! Joseph must have realized the same thing because he was already trying to wrestle the gun out of one of the soldiers hands. The others ignored Joseph’s antics  and you heard someone yell, “FIRE!” 

Thinking quickly you knocked Speedwagon out of the wheelchair and onto the floor where he would be out of range of the gunfire. Seconds later you found yourself swept up in a pair of muscular arms and held to an equally muscular chest. Thinking that it was Joseph that held you, you screamed as you felt the bullets tear into him. Over the racket you heard both Speedwagon and Joseph call your name. That’s when you realized that it wasn’t Joseph that had you in his grasp. You looked up and actually felt the blood drain from your face. Staring down at you with impassive red eyes was Santana. You felt your arms and legs draw up against your body in terror. You tried to speak, working your jaw and tongue to get words out, wanting to demand or even beg him not to kill you, but you could only manage to emit squeaks of fright. 

You became vaguely aware of the sound of JoJo fighting with the soldiers and more gunfire. He was angry with them for nearly killing you and Speedwagon. 

“What kind of morons just burst into a room and start shooting?!” He shouted as he kicked one of them in the back of the head, knocking off his helmet and sending the soldier to dreamland. It was only then that he spotted you in the arms of the Pillarman and froze, eyes widening in horror. 

“My God! Joseph! That monster has her!” Speedwagon spoke up. He, too, only just now realized what was happening. 

Seeing that JoJo had stopped attacking them, the soldiers returned their attention to Santana once more taking aim. You gasped and squinted your eyes closed, not wanting to see your demise coming. Joseph prepared to send a Hamon-fueled kick to the ground under the soldiers feet to knock them off balance but he never got the chance. Santana readjusted you so that he was cradling you with one arm. He raised his free arm upwards towards the soldiers, spreading his fingers at weird angles. Just like he had before, he used the bullets that had been absorbed into his body to return fire. Each bullet shot from his fingertips hit its mark, embedding itself into the heads of each of the soldiers. Not even the ones that Joseph knocked out were spared. Only Joseph remained unscathed. He looked around himself in confusion, wondering why he didn’t get shot, too. Santana lowered his arm, readjusting you in his hold once more. He glared at Joseph the entire time. He only spared him because he had unfinished business with the upstart primitive, but he could take care of that later. Joseph had gotten over his confusion and was now glaring back at Santana with equal ferocity. 

“Put my friend down right now!” He demanded, pointing a finger at the ground as if to show exactly where he wanted Santana to place you. 

The Pillarman’s lips pulled away from his teeth in a snarl and he made a noise that sounded like a cross between a snake’s hiss and a dog’s growl. Joseph had the audacity to growl back at him, an action that you would have thought funny if it weren’t for the situation you were in. Santana moved slightly and Joseph seemed to know immediately what he was planning. 

“Don’t you dare!” he warned the Pillarman. 

Santana hissed/growled at him again, before suddenly taking off down the corridor that the German troops had just come from. The action took Joseph off guard. He was expecting the Pillarman to try to harm you in some way, not run off with you! 

“JoJo! Stop him!” cried Speedwagon from where he still lay on the floor. 

That was all he needed to snap out of his shocked state and into action. He took off down the corridor at full speed, desperately trying to catch up with Santana. The Pillarman’s powerful legs let him run far faster than any human though, and he was constantly maneuvering out of Joseph’s grasp as he tried to snatch you away from him. Santana went so far as to run along the walls and at some point, you even found yourself upside down as Santana began running on the very ceiling. 

“Get down here, you cheater!” Joseph yelled up at him. 

Joseph’s vision was suddenly obstructed as a green cloth fluttered down on top of him. During his escape from the observation lab, Santana grabbed a shirt off of one of the dead soldiers. While he and Joseph were glaring each other down, Santana had spotted a map of the base among the scattered files and papers that littered the ground after his earlier rampage. He only needed to glance at it once in order to commit it to memory. When he knew that he was coming upon an intersection, he waited for just the right moment to drop the shirt down on Joseph, obscuring his view as he darted off down the corridor that he knew led to some maintenance tunnels. 

Joseph snatched the bloodstained shirt off of himself. He let out an angry shout when he realized that Santana had evaded him. That freak was a lot smarter than he seemed. There were three passages he could’ve taken: straight ahead, right, or left. He obviously didn’t keep going straight or Joseph would still be able to see him. So that left either the left or the right. Joseph debated on which way to go for a moment. In comics, the bad guys almost always take the left passage to get away from the good guys. Maybe that was the case in real life, too? He growled in frustration. He didn’t have anything else to go on, so left passage it was. He ran down the passage calling your name, hoping that the monster hadn’t hurt you. Unfortunately, real life isn’t like comic books and Santana had taken the right passage.  

You were grateful when Santana began running upright again. Being upside down for so long was starting to give you a headache. You lost sight of Joseph hours ago. You tried calling out for him once, but Santana gave you such a glare that the words died on your tongue from sheer fright. But you were beginning to wonder just how long this damned corridor was. And just how long could this guy run? He’d been running for a while now and wasn’t even breathing hard! 

Santana darted down a flight of stairs that seemed to lead to a basement and storage area. He slowed down to a normal walk and began searching for something. Finally he came to a set of chained up doors with a lot of writing around it. You couldn’t read German so you had no clue what it said. He pulled the doors open, snapping the chains as if they were made of paper. He then stepped inside of the room and closed the doors behind him. The lighting inside of the room was dim, but you could make out the shapes of a desk and some machines that you didn’t recognize. Santana walked to a corner of the room and plopped down on the ground, hiding in the shadows. He held you in his lap and stared at the doors, watching to see if JoJo would burst through them at any moment. After a moment, you felt him relax and he let out a quiet sigh. Then, he turned his gaze on you. 

The dim light made him look especially eerie and you noted that his red eyes seemed to have a bit of a glow to them. 

“Uh… hi…” you said awkwardly. 

“You did not thank me.” 

You blinked up at him. You had only heard him say one or two word sentences before, and usually he only seemed to repeat what others said to him. He may have said something to JoJo before, but you were too busy worrying about Speedwagon to pay much attention. 

“Thank me properly.” he said. His voice was quiet and calm, but you could definitely hear the demand in it when he said that. 

“I… what? W-what do you w-want me to d-do?” You stammered. “I don’t even know w-what I’m t-thanking you for.” 

Santana gave you an insulted look. 

“I saved your life.” he stated in a gruff, clipped tone. “The other humans would have killed you. I prevented it. Now thank me properly.” 

Oh well, now you’ve made him angry. 

“Thank you…?” You said lamely, not sure what he wanted. 

Santana huffed and rolled his eyes. You were unfortunately as thick-skulled at any other human, in spite of your kind, gentle nature. You would have to be trained apparently. He grabbed your hand, causing you to flinch. He then guided your hand to the top of his head and moved your hand around in a motion that made it seem like you were ruffling his hair. Once or twice your palm scraped against the two small horns that jutted from his skull causing you to wince. You were surprised at how soft his hair was though. For someone that came from a time when hair care products weren’t exactly readily available yet, it seemed very healthy. After a while, he let your hand go but made sure you kept rubbing his head. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into your hand. The action caused you to blush. 

Stop. Bad guys are not supposed to be cute. You mentally scolded yourself. 

After a few minutes of rubbing the top of his head, you were starting to feel a little awkward. 

“Okay… good Aztec Demi-God…” you said in a nervous tone and slowly pulled your hand away from his hair. When he didn’t immediately force you to start petting him again, you relaxed a little. 

“I guess it’s safe to assume that you aren’t going to kill me then?” you asked, feeling a little braver. 

Santana shook his head. 

“No.” he said, a sleepy look in his eyes. 

You glanced down at the floor longingly. 

“Any chance of you putting me down?” You asked, feeling brave enough to push your luck. 

Instantly, the sleepy look was gone from his eyes and he tightened his hold on you. 

“NO!” he all but roared. 

You cringed in his hold and didn’t say anything else. 

Well it was worth a shot. You really hoped JoJo found you soon, before this situation got any more uncomfortable.

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[amekikai]

Can get pillarmen and monstrfucker reader? Because they really can be monsters and commit body horror! At least the whole point is for the pillarmen to grind their teeth and growl, perhaps still showing their sharp claws (they do anything for the alien guy image) knowing how their "animal" monster habits appeal to their little man and it drives him crazy

Sorry for taking so long with this! This is just like me fr, tgey're all so so fine and I might of got carried away lol...

NSFW Under the cut!

Includes:

5-somes (Reader, Kars, Esidisi, Wamuu and Santana), Oral sex (giving), hand jobs, Reader is their pet (self indulgent lol), Kidnapping but also kind of not kidnapping because you agreed to it.

Pet names:

When the Pillarmen were freed from their stone captivity, they weren't expecting to go out into the world and see you. You were just their "type". They wanted to keep you as their "little primitive" or "pet", something like that anyways. You said yes, not really knowing what to expect.

But that's not important right now.. what's important is what's about to happen.

"Master Kars, are you sure the primitive can handle all 4 of us?"

You're not sure whose talking, they had put a blindfold on you.

"I'm sure, he'll be able to.."

"Oh, I'm so excited! Our little man is going to be able to have us all!"

What did they mean by that?

Turns out they meant having a 5-some.

God, you were so tired... having Kars pound at your asshole while Esidisi held your head on his cock, pulling it off and pushing it back down gently as if you were a porcelain doll.. the other two, Santana and Wamuu were receiving hand jobs from you.

They all let out growls and groans, grinding their teeth together and thrusting wildly. It was a major turn-on.

They were telling you things like:

"Such a sweet little primitive you are.."

"You're doing so well for us all.."

"You're really pleasing your Master right now.."

And Santana could barely talk, he doesn't usually talk. He's quiet but still vocal, he's moaning and growling a lot.

This was going to be a long session, you think to yourself.

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[silly-l1ttle-guy]

THERE IS SO LITTLE SANTANA FICS HOLY SHIT

SANTANA IS MY WITTLE GUY MY WITTLE BABY I NEED MORE SANTANA FICS

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[nickgoesinsane]

big bad mega dom gigachad of sex kars <<<<<< whiny bratty sub kars

i imagine his ego makes it hard for him to actually say he enjoys being dommed at first so he'll be such a brat about it and constantly challenge you but once you show him that you can handle him he'll cry and moan all pretty for you while you ruin him <3

It takes a while for him to admit it, which leads him to become pent up and irritable. He’s grumpy and sassy and honestly kind of annoying. Has something to say every time you open your mouth until you have enough and grab him by the throat, stealing the breath from his lungs with the filthiest, most depraved kiss he’s ever received. His knees buckle when you tell him to shut the fuck up, and Kars lets out a pathetic little whimper. Even though his cock is leaking and straining against his loincloth, he sneers at you, “Make me.” 

(You do.)

#╰┈➤ nick answers ! #sub jjba #sub pillarmen #dom reader #dom!reader #top reader #top!reader #sub kars #kars x reader #n/sfw #n/s/f/w

[aifanfictions]

fanfiction about (y/n) who is Lisa Lisa's (from Jojo's Bizzare Adventures) student and is learning from Lisa Lisa how to use Hamon. Joseph Joestar and Ceasar Zeppeli are (y/n)'s teammates and one day, when (y/n) and her teammates encounter with the Pillar Men to protect the Stone of Aja, Kars sees (y/n) for the first time, starts to fancy (y/n).

Hamon's Legacy

In the picturesque hills of Italy, nestled in a hidden Hamon training facility, (Y/N) was diligently honing her skills under the tutelage of the enigmatic Lisa Lisa. The crimson sunset bathed the training ground in a warm, golden glow, as (Y/N) focused her energy into mastering the ancient art of Hamon.

Lisa Lisa, an unparalleled Hamon master and a key figure in the fight against the Pillar Men, watched her student's progress with a discerning eye. She recognized the potential within (Y/N), a potential that could change the course of their ongoing battle.

"(Y/N), your Hamon is improving," Lisa Lisa commented, her voice as elegant as her presence. "But remember, true mastery requires not only strength but also precision and control."

(Y/N) nodded in acknowledgment, her determination unwavering. She had embarked on this journey to protect the world from the ancient menace of the Pillar Men, and she was willing to devote herself fully to the cause.

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/N) trained tirelessly alongside her teammates, Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli. The trio formed an inseparable bond, united by their shared purpose and the knowledge that their mission was paramount.

The calm of their training was shattered when rumors reached them of the Pillar Men's resurgence. Kars, Esidisi, and Wamuu, the ancient beings who possessed unimaginable power, were seeking the legendary Stone of Aja—a relic that could grant them even greater strength.

(Y/N), Joseph, and Caesar embarked on a perilous journey to prevent the Pillar Men from obtaining the stone. Their quest led them to the heart of the Pillar Men's lair, a place teeming with danger and uncertainty.

It was during their first encounter with the Pillar Men that Kars laid eyes on (Y/N) for the first time. His gaze, cold and calculating, bore into her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. He was unlike anything she had ever encountered, a being of unearthly beauty and power.

As the skirmish unfolded, (Y/N) could feel Kars' eyes on her, his fascination palpable. She fought with all her might, relying on her Hamon training and the support of her teammates to hold her ground against the ancient foe.

Kars, however, seemed more interested in observing (Y/N) than engaging in battle. His curiosity grew with each passing moment, and he made no attempt to hide his intrigue.

In the days that followed, Kars' fascination with (Y/N) only deepened. He would appear before her, his presence both commanding and alluring, and engage her in conversations that ranged from the philosophy of immortality to the beauty of the natural world.

(Y/N) found herself torn between the danger of her mission and the enigmatic allure of Kars. He was a being of contradictions—a ruthless adversary with a complexity that drew her in.

Meanwhile, Joseph and Caesar noticed the Pillar Men's growing interest in their teammate. They warned (Y/N) of the dangers of interacting with the enemy, but she couldn't deny the intrigue that had taken hold of her.

One evening, as (Y/N) watched the stars from the rooftop of their makeshift base, Kars joined her. His presence was a blend of elegance and danger, and he spoke with a wisdom that transcended his centuries of existence.

"(Y/N), you are unlike any human I have ever encountered," Kars began, his eyes fixed on the night sky. "Your mastery of Hamon is impressive, but it is your spirit that captivates me."

She turned to him, her heart pounding in her chest. "Kars, we are enemies. Our paths are destined to collide."

He smiled, a smile that held both charm and danger. "Perhaps our destinies are not as fixed as we believe. There is a complexity to you, (Y/N), that I cannot resist."

Their encounter that night marked the beginning of a delicate dance—a dance of attraction and intrigue that defied the boundaries of allies and enemies.

As (Y/N) continued her mission to protect the Stone of Aja, her interactions with Kars became increasingly complex. They would meet in secret, sharing conversations that spanned the breadth of human knowledge and the mysteries of Hamon.

Kars' fascination with (Y/N) grew into something deeper—a genuine affection that he struggled to comprehend. He had lived for millennia, yet (Y/N) had awakened emotions within him that he thought were long extinct.

(Y/N), in turn, found herself torn between her loyalty to her mission and her growing feelings for Kars. She couldn't deny the chemistry between them, a chemistry that transcended their differences and ignited a passionate connection.

One fateful night, as the battle against the Pillar Men reached its climax, Kars confronted (Y/N) one last time. "I cannot deny what I feel for you, (Y/N)," he confessed, his voice filled with a mix of longing and resignation.

She looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability that lay beneath his immortal exterior. "Kars, our worlds are too different. We are on opposing sides of this battle."

He reached out and gently caressed her cheek, his touch electrifying. "Then let us defy fate together, (Y/N). The heart knows no boundaries, and I am willing to take that risk."

Their love was a testament to the unpredictability of the human heart, a love that defied the boundaries of time and circumstance.

In the end, (Y/N) and Kars faced an impossible choice. The battle against the Pillar Men had left them with no alternative—the Stone of Aja had to be destroyed to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands.

As (Y/N) held the stone in her hands, she could feel Kars' gaze upon her, a gaze filled with a mixture of longing and acceptance. With a heavy heart, she activated her Hamon, directing it towards the stone.

The resulting explosion was blinding, and when the dust settled, (Y/N) knew that the Stone of Aja was no more. The ancient relic that had brought them together was now gone, a sacrifice made to protect the world.

Kars, though defeated, did not bear the hatred of a defeated foe. He stood before (Y/N), his eyes filled with a melancholic wisdom.

"(Y/N), our time together was brief but unforgettable," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I may be immortal, but you have shown me the true essence of humanity—its capacity for love and sacrifice."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she reached out to touch Kars' hand. "Our love may be forbidden, Kars, but it will live on in our hearts."

With those words, (Y/N) and Kars parted ways, their love a bittersweet memory of a time when the boundaries of immortality and mortality blurred.

And so, the tale of (Y/N) and Kars became a legend—a love that defied time itself, a love that proved that even the most unlikely of connections could lead to the deepest

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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[genesiswrld]

the kars x reader tag is so fucking dry, like damn! I swear I’ve scrolled through the same three fics like 80 billion times. Gonna have to provide myself content but I’m too much of a wuss to share my writing so ig there’s no winning🤷🏽‍♀️

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[mink-place]

Thank you for answering my question, can I request headcanons of the pillarmen’s S/O being obsessed with touching their hair :)

Of course, dear! Thank you for your request, I don't write often for our lovely pillarmen so hope this isn't too ooc.

Pillarmen's s/o that is obsessed with their hair.

Kars

He knows that his hair is amazing, he spends a lot taking care of it.

He likes when you touch his hair while he's relaxing.

The only time when he's not letting you touch his hair is when he's busy with something very important.

Far from that, he's pleased to have you touching his hair, and maybe he'll even return your affection.

Wamuu

He's confused, do all humans are this obsessed with hair?

He doesn't take much care of his hair, just a bit to keep it with a clean look, but far from that nothing.

Likes to touch your hair more than you touching his.

Will let you touch his hair ofc, but feels a little weird in a sense that makes him a little shy.

Esidisi

Everytime you touch his hair, he touches yours too, he doesn't really understand this kind of affection, but it's okay with it.

He gets to like it, won't ask you to do it tho.

Will start taking more care of it when he realizes you like his hair.

Santana

The first time you tried to touch his hair, he just got away from you.

He's not used to physical touch and it's very weird about it, so it may take him a while to grow to like it.

Go easy on him or he'll get overwhelmed and run away from you.

When he's used to it, he likes you to touch his hair when he's trying to sleep, it comforts him.

This is too short, sorry for that q-q

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[soupbabe]

I don't remember if I sent you this question or if I saved it somewhere and left it. Is it possible to get headcanon pillarmen x reader who came home after the dentist and the anesthesia has not yet worn off? Either the anesthetic hasn't worn off yet and they answer all questions inaudibly because they can't feel their jaw yet, or they act funny according to the pillarmen (your choice :"D)

The Pillarmen Reacting to a Reader on Anesthesia

This sounds so fun omg !! Will doing it in the occasional grouped together format since they'd have similar reactions :)

- Kars and Esidisi chose to ignore your pre warning and now they both become disturbed at what's going on

- While Esidisi is more comfortable being upfront with you and trying to understand what's going on, Kars is keeping his distance

- Though they don't mind staying for longer with you because they love seeing what nonsense you'll say next

- It'll make Esidisi burst out into giggles and Kars pleasantly amused

- Santana and Wamuu take the situation more seriously and become the most clueless of the pillarmen

- Like they definitely thought someone hurt you and want to take care of you, but your gibberish and incoherent thoughts make it difficult

- What does a Pillarman do when you look both absolutely miserable and zooted out of your mind

- Wamuu is more like a helicopter caretaker with it so he's very weirded out by it, but I firmly believe Santana would just shrug and roll with it

- But after the anesthesia wares off and you explain what happened to them (again), they're more relieved

- And I'm sure all of them tease you to hell and back, relaying to you every embarrassing word you said

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[rynfushiguro14]

The pillarmen need more smut and angst fics🤕Santana by himself is also a need, he’s so overlooked in fics and sometimes not even included.

Trust me I’ve scrapped the bottom of every tag including them all just to wring it all out…then read everything I found again

#pillarmen x reader #pillarmen smut #Kars #kars jojo #Kars smut #kars x reader #Esidisi #esidisi x reader #Esidisi smut #wammu #wammu x reader #whammu #Santana smut #santana jjba #santana x reader #Santana my bb🥹🥹 i need some good throb worthy smut for him it’s INSANE

[yachiblanca]

I saw the braces hcs and they were amazing how would pillarmen react to contacts? Seeing their so putting them in and taking them out???

Thank you for liking the braces version!! <3

Pillarmen reacting to reader with eye contacts

When Kars saw you putting contacts on- he's honestly very shocked to the point that his face actually shows it, usually he doesnt.

He immediately asks what in the world did you put in your eyes? When you told him it was eye contacts and its own purpose- he's very amused, never had he thought humanity these years can invent something like this and he's impressed.

"That's very interesting.." Kars' curiosity bloomed in him- wanting to try eye contacts too, he wonders if it has any side effects or pain when putting it on? But what was he thinking!? He was a god- and he's immortal, he shouldn't think about the pain.

"Ehm.. May I examine one?" Truth be told- he actually wants to wear it.

You'll soon caught him trying to wear one while struggling because his fingers are too big, you might wanna advise him that it's for vision problems.

Esidisi seeing you put on contacts has him on worried mode, he may stop you before you put on the contacts.

"Y/N Are you alr?!- Wait, contacts?"

Once you explain its own purpose- Esidisi is fully confused, his jaw is slightly dropped. You might need to explain everything again but yet Esidisi is just so taken aback by the contacts.

Esidisi's next thought would immediately be- if he can put one on, snatching one from you and instantly putting it on his eye which result him to feeling pain.

You’re going to have to comfort him from what he did- he’s going to absolutely cry, which may take long..

Wamuu is certainly concerned, he just saw you by the corner of his eye- about to put something on your eye.

"Y/N.. If I may ask, what did you put in your eye?" You'll see him gulp the lump on his throat- in his mind thinking what was what he saw, his first thought would be 'Human Technology with newborn superpowers'

To his surprise, you told him it was just for vision problems. Well that was a relief for him, he thought that humans this year would be immortal and powerful like them.

Wamuu's going to ask you questions time by time about the contacts and how it works, he's invested in it by the time he saw the contacts.

Santana just watches you there, more amused than Esidisi.

If you caught him watching- he's going to point at your eyes and ask "Are you okay?" Yeah he did saw the contacts- but he was more worried of you.

You tell him that you're alright and told him how the contacts work and what's it use for, his reaction is not changing a single expression on his face- but he's so confused on how you just put it in there without worrying a single thing.

He doesn't have a clue on any things, so he's very curious of trying or even touching the contacts.

It was better to hide your contacts at first cause Santana's curiosity is big. If you prevent him from trying on the contacts- he's going to search for your contacts when he sees you remove them and place them in your container.

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[danddymaro]

Warmth | Santana x Reader

You guys, Where is the Santana love? 

He’s a good boy here, literal freaking sweet.

very short and mostly started as a headcannon but whatever.

Word count: 586

Warmth

He takes his time exploring your body, not only because it's his nature to do so, but because he is genuinely pleased to find the little spots that have you sighing sweetly.

Any reaction you give him is noted, and soon, he knows your body better than you know it yourself, something you'd never thought possible.

Needless to say, he's a selfless lover.

Whatever parts of you that aren’t kissed are caressed with his curious hands as they mold you, and his palms feel strangely soft as they travel over your bared flesh.

The little specs that rise over your skin  interest him, they have him looking on with regard he voices, a touch of concern there too,

“Are you cold? “ he asks with true consideration, his deep, crimson eyes on your own because he loved looking into their depths.

He questions you, but he hardly waits for an answer, his lips grazing your body, trailing up to your bare chest with the occasional warm puff of breath granted.

“ I’ll give you warmth,” he then promises, “ - cover you in it,” he breathes before his lips come in contact with the center of your bosom, one of your risen peaks greeted with a soft kiss.

Soon after his lips part, and he surrounds the bud.

His cheeks sink in as he slowly sucks, his tongue toying with you too.

His eyes are closed as he does so, and even if he can't see your reaction, he can hear your breathy sounds of encouragement, of utter appreciation.

The other breast is taken care of too as one of his hands travels there after its exploration. He palms it, gently kneading after discovering how delighted you seem when his caresses there are firm, yet benevolent.

As you arch your back to him, he knows he's doing right.

And if that weren't enough your voice tells him so.

When you praise him, it gives him an otherworldly feeling, one that makes his face flourish with color. It's deep and rich, prominent even on his tanned flesh.

All he wants is to give you that same feeling, that same warm, wonderful sensation that has him drunk.

He's not used to such praise, yet he wants nothing more than to have you sing them to him.

As your hands weave through his fiery locks he nearly melts, and becomes completely  subdued when the other hand pets one of his dark-toned horns.

You find them beautiful, worthy of remarks that make them sound fascinating, and it makes him feel like he's much more than just a dog.

It makes him feel that wonderful pride that his kind has always spoken of but he’s never quite felt a part of.

With you, he feels powerful, respected, like royalty, and he knows it's not something that was meant for him.

He hadn't told you about the hierarchy, about how the moment he was born he'd be nothing but a servant, and he'd almost afraid to.

Once he's had your adoration, he can't even consider a world without it. However, the moment you spoke of love, about how he's precious to you and irreplaceable, he feels a strange serenity.

He feels your dedication is true and he doesn't feel expendable.

And then he realizes something ;

This man has no issue in being a servant, only if he can kiss the ground you walk on, and serve your every whimsy demand.

You're literally his goddess, and he would do anything for you.

A/n: This takes place in a time where he just runs of with you lol. 

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[thornybubbles]

JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (Yandere Kars x Pillar Man reader part 2)

**NOTE: This is a sequel to a story I wrote previously. You may want to read that first if you haven’t already: https://thornybubbles.tumblr.com/post/707318411613569024/jjba-yandere-scenario-jealousy-kars-x-pillarman

Sorry this took so long to get out. I was dealing with a lot of distractions while trying to work on this. There were a few times there where I just straight up forgot that I was even working on anything. I was just going about my life when one day I suddenly remembered: “Holy shit! I have a Tumblr, don’t I?” Well hopefully this was worth the wait. Thank you for your patience.**

In the past, whenever Kars asked you to be his, you would always brush him off and give him no definite answer. You would always say that you didn’t know how you felt about him and you would need more time before you could give him a proper answer. 

But now…

As Kars slightly lessened the grip he held on your throat…

You did not hesitate to give him an answer. 

“No!!” you rasped. “My answer will forever more be no! I hate you Kars! I hate the monster you’ve become! I hate what you did to our people! I hate what you did to Whammu and Santana! And I hate what you did to me! I will die before I give you my love!” 

Kars’ response was to squeeze your throat so hard you thought he was trying to break your neck rather than strangle you. After a moment, the anger in his eyes gave way to a cold stare. You feared the emptiness in his eyes far more than his anger. It was an unfamiliar look on him and you didn’t know what it meant, though you were certain it didn’t mean anything good. 

Kars tossed you to the ground as if you were so much trash. He stood over you and looked down at you with contempt. 

“Your stubborn pride was one of the many things that drew me to you, my little prize, but after being forced to deal with it for centuries, I’m beginning to think it is the thing I like about you the least.” he said. 

You looked up at him, unable to tell what was going through his mind. A tiny spark of hope lit up inside of you as you thought that he may finally be willing to give up his pursuit of you. Though you had to wonder about what that would mean for you, JoJo, and the other humans. 

“It seems that my only choice is to remove that stubborn streak of yours, one way or another.” Kars said, extinguishing that spark of hope completely. 

“I suppose the fault is my own. I’ve been far too lenient with you. No longer will I ignore your hateful glances and rebellious behavior.” 

At this point, a sinister smirk stretched Kars’ lips. He gave Speedwagon a knowing look that confused both you and the old man. 

“You thought you could turn against me because both Santana and Whammu were dead.” he mocked. “But as I approached these old ruins, I overheard a very interesting conversation.” 

Your eyes widened and Speedwagon gasped. He knew! He knew that Santana was still alive!

Kars suddenly seized you by the hair, forcing you to look up at him. 

“Do not worry, dearest,” he taunted you. “I will find your little Santana, wherever these worthless humans are hiding him, and bring him home to you.” 

His mocking smile became a vicious sneer. 

“And then your rebellion against me will come to an end! Because if it does not, then Santana will pay for it! I will refrain from killing him, but for every time you forget to adore me as I should be adored, Santana will be the one I punish! You will love me, or Santana will suffer!” 

Your eyes glistened with tears. Any other time, you would hold them back, refusing to let Kars see your weakness. Not now. While you were overjoyed at hearing that Santana was still alive, you realized that you were right back to being under Kars’ thumb. It seemed that you would never be rid of him. Kars would never leave you alone and now he threatened to punish Santana whenever you displeased him. Your tears flowed freely and Kars gave you a satisfied smile. Everything was finally going his way. He had finally conquered you. It was not quite the victory he hoped for, he never wanted to win your affections by force, but at least now you would never try to leave him again. Not if you wanted your adopted son to remain unharmed. 

It seemed Santana was not as useless as he first thought. 

“You will remain here until I come to fetch you. Then we will go find where they are keeping your precious Santana.” he ordered, adding the last part with a cruel smile. 

He turned away from you, where you were crumpled onto your knees, and left the ruins. Without his hulking form blocking the sunlight, the golden rays flooded into the ruins. Speedwagon almost cried out to beg you to move before the sunlight hit you, but he could see that you had already turned yourself into stone. He limped over to you, examining your stone expression. You looked like the work of some great sculptor, but one who decided to carve your near perfect features into a permanent expression of sorrow.  

The old man crouched next to you, placing a hand on your stony shoulder. He didn’t know the full story between you and Kars, but after witnessing the way the villain treated you and spoke to you, he could guess just what kind of terrible relationship you had. And to think that you had been enduring Kars’ cruelty for longer than human civilization had existed. It was unfathomable. Unthinkable! Speedwagon found himself getting emotional. 

“I don’t know if you can hear me when you’re like this,” he said, tears forming in his eyes. “But I want you to know that JoJo is still out there and willing to fight. I can’t say if he can actually beat a monster like Kars, especially now that he’s outwitted the sun, but I know that JoJo is a clever one. If he can’t beat Kars in hand to hand combat, then he will find another way to do it. I know it feels hopeless, but I’m asking that you please not give up just yet. Just do like I always do and hold out until JoJo sets things straight.” 

You emerged from your statue form sometime later to find yourself in a completely different place. Instead of broken stone and rubble, you were surrounded by stark white walls and strange machinery. The room was lit from above with lights nearly as bright as the sun, but they did not cause your skin to burn. You were so stunned at your surroundings that you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone. 

A gray haired human wearing a long white coat stood holding some kind of tablet with parchment on it in the far corner of the room. He seemed nervous and took a few steps back from you when you rose to your feet. 

“Ah! Y-you’re awake! I’ll tell Mr. Speedwagon!” he stammered and hurried from the room, leaving you stunned and confused. 

A moment later, the one called Speedwagon entered the room. His face broke out into a joyous grin when he saw you. 

“And there you are, hail and healthy!” he said with a chuckle. “They told me that your stoney shell was crumbling and I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be long until you were on your feet again.” 

You responded by bombarding him with questions. 

“What happened to Kars? Did JoJo win? And Santana? Where is my son?!” 

Speedwagon held up a hand in an effort to calm you. 

“You’ll be happy to know that Kars will no longer be a problem for anyone. He’s long gone from here.” he said. 

“Gone? What do you mean? Is he still alive?” you asked. 

“Well… let’s just say that he’s in a position where he can no longer reach you… or anyone else for that matter.” 

Here the smile dropped from his face. You felt your body tense up. 

“JoJo… he didn’t make it.” Speedwagon said, his eyes watering up.

The old man’s body trembled with emotion. You didn’t know the exact situation, but you knew that JoJo had been important to Speedwagon in some way. The old man seemed to have a very grandfatherly affection for the young one, in spite of not actually being related to him, so his loss was surely an awful blow. And strangely, your heart stung at the news. You had only a few brief encounters with JoJo, one of which had you as his enemy. Yet, in the short time that you knew him, you felt an odd fondness for him. 

“He risked his life to end Kars’ cruelty.” You said. “I knew what Kars had planned for this world and for humanity… It may sound like an exaggeration, but JoJo may very well have…” 

“... saved the world…” Speedwagon said, finishing your sentence. 

You looked up at him and he had a strange, faraway look in his eyes. 

You stood looking at him for a moment before breaking the silence. 

“I am sorry for your loss, Speedwagon.” you stated plainly, but sincerely. 

Speedwagon looked as if he wanted to say something, but loud shouting and the sound of something crashing against a wall could be heard from somewhere else in the building. 

“Blast it all!” Speedwagon growled. “I told those fools to wait!” 

He motioned for you to follow him. 

“Come! Quickly! They must’ve taken the lights off of him! You said you could make him behave?” 

Did he mean? 

Your heart soared. 

“Yes! Take me to him!” you said, almost barreling the old man over in your excitement. 

Speedwagon lead you through the strange facility to a heavily reinforced door. He entered the room and you followed after him. 

There he was. Your little boy. Though he wasn’t so little anymore. He was almost as tall and as muscular as Whammu and his fiery red hair was much longer. It cascaded down his back like a cape. 

It has only been a few centuries since I last saw him, you thought. They grow up so fast.

Santana towered over a group of terrified humans in white coats. Broken bits of what was once some kind of machine lay scattered in a far corner of the room. The humans looked relieved when they saw Speedwagon come in, but the old man looked like he wanted to punch them all. 

“Mr. Speedwagon!” cried one of them, “Sanviento broke the UV light machine! We can’t put him back into stasis!” 

“What on Earth made you turn it off to begin with!?” Speedwagon shouted back. “I told you not to turn it off until I came back! Why didn’t you wait? What were you thinking?!” 

Santana silenced them both with a rumbling snarl. 

“Sanviento?” he hissed, turning his attention to the human who referred to him by that. “Why do you humans call me that? That is not my name!” 

His voice was furious in spite of how calm he sounded, but underneath it you could hear the strain in his tone. He was lashing out at these poor humans. He was hurting, and you had a very good idea of what was the cause. 

Santana grabbed the human and lifted him over his head, preparing to smash him against the wall as he’d done to the machine. 

“I am sick of being locked away! I will stay here no longer! And for the very last time, my name is--!” 

“SANTANA!!” you shouted, your voice clear, loud, and firm. 

Santana looked back over his shoulder, not believing that it was your voice that he heard. Upon seeing you, his eyes went wide. 

“Put the human down Santana.” you said, voice wavering with the flood of emotions that threatened to burst forth. 

Santana did as you told him, dropping the frightened human to the ground. The human crawled away as Santana crossed the room in a matter of seconds and all but threw himself at you. You braced yourself but still found yourself being pushed a few feet back as Santana grabbed you up in a bear hug. After a moment of holding you like that, Santana’s knees seemed to buckle and the two of you fell over in a heap of tangled limbs and Santana’s crimson locks. He held onto you so tightly that it almost hurt. 

After a moment of clinging to you, he looked down at you. Tears were streaming down his otherwise blank face. The slight tightness to his jaw also betrayed his feelings. He was angry, hurt, and scared. And he blamed you. 

“Why?” he asked, reverting back to his habit of clipped speech and single word sentences. 

He only did that when he was extremely uncomfortable or unsure of himself. You knew what he was asking, though. 

“Santana… please understand…” you began. 

“NO!” he shouted. “You said you would return. I waited. You never came back! I woke up surrounded by humans in a place I did not know. I was alone! You were not there!” 

His words were like ice and they did not hide his resentment. The guilt you felt was immeasurable.

When Kars planned to go to Rome in search of the Red Stone of Aja, he told you he was leaving Santana to guard his masks. You should have known then that Kars planned to abandon the boy. In hindsight there wasn’t much you could have done. If you stood up to him, that would have ended badly for both Whammu and Santana. 

“If I had known that Kars would have us go into hibernation, I would have insisted that we take you with us.” You tried to explain. 

Santana stiffened at the mention of his brutal master, but said nothing, letting you continue. 

“Please forgive me, Santana.” you begged. “I did not abandon you! No matter how it seemed, I had every intention of coming back to you!” 

“He would not let you.” he stated, bitterness in his tone. 

You closed your eyes tightly and held on to him, running your hands through his tangled hair. 

“He cannot hurt us anymore, Santana.” you told him. “Kars has been sent far away from here, so far that he cannot return.” 

Santana looked down at you with a skeptical expression. 

“Who told you that? One of the humans?” he asked, glaring back at the cowering group that huddled around Speedwagon. 

“M-Mr. Speedwagon,” said the one that Santana nearly splattered against the wall. “Are you sure this is alright? Having them both awake and free…” 

“No need to worry.” Speedwagon said. “The older one isn’t hostile to humans. And Sanvie--- I mean, Santana should calm down now.” 

There was a very slight hint of doubt in the old man’s voice, but the fact that he put even the slightest amount of trust in you, even after all your kind had put him and his allies through, was touching. 

“These humans aren’t our enemies, Santana.” you said. “If not for them, you and I would not have reunited.” 

At that, Santana’s hostility faded significantly. 

“The humans… brought you here?” he asked, having a hard time accepting the idea. 

You nodded, giving him a slight smile. 

“Why?” he asked, some of the skepticism still clinging to his voice. 

“It’s as your caretaker said,” Speedwagon said, taking the time to step in. “We aren’t your enemies, Santana. As long as you don’t attack any of us, the two of you are welcome to stay here as long as you like.” 

“As your prisoners?” Santana suggested cynically. 

Speedwagon scoffed at the idea. 

“Not at all.” he said. 

Santana glared back at the white clad humans. The other humans that dressed that way, the ones that had him trapped in that room when he first woke up, weren't nice at all. They talked about him like he was some kind of animal. 

“Test subjects?” he said. 

“Guests.” Speedwagon corrected. “You will be our guests here. Nothing more.” 

Santana scowled at the old man, not sure if he believed him. He looked down at you for your response. 

“I trust them, Santana.” you said. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” 

HIs eyebrows furrowed and his lip twitched as if he wasn’t fully on board with the idea. Eventually he let out a long sigh and you took that as him relenting. 

-----

Some weeks later you walked up to the little memorial you set up at the highest point of the cave that served as your new home. The Speedwagon Foundation had been kind enough to build a living quarters for you and Santana within a cave system near the Foundation headquarters. It was fitted with many things to make your daily lives easier. While neither of you had much need for human technology or “modern conveniences”, you still appreciated it. Sunlight was allowed to shine into your home through windows made of specialized glass that filtered out the parts of the light that were harmful to your kind. You were allowed to see what the world looked like during the daylight hours for the very first time. 

Indoor plumbing was also nice. 

Santana was fascinated by many of the things that the humans made. It seemed that the human that Santana nearly killed on the day that you reunited with him started visiting him at regular intervals. At first Santana wasn’t too pleased about it, until the human started bringing him gadgets to play with: cameras, desk lamps, telephones, toasters, etc. His favorite were the radios. Santana loved to listen to the strange music and voices that came from miles and miles away. He had learned at least ten new languages already. 

You were just happy that he had made a friend. 

Santana and you had reconciled over your supposed abandonment of him. He didn’t resent you anymore. More than anything he was just glad to have you back. When he wasn’t taking apart and reassembling things with his new human friend, he was by your side, quiet and content to just be in your presence (without Kars or the others looming over him). 

He left you alone when you visited the memorial though. He didn’t like going up there. You didn’t really blame him. The memorial consisted of one large stone monument surrounded by smaller monuments. The large one was in honor of your lost tribe (a painful reminder that you and Santana were the last of your kind), the smaller ones were for Whammu, Esidesi, and Kars. Yes. You honored the memories of both Esidesi and Kars, but not the memory of them when you were forced to act as Kars consort. No. You honored the memory of them before they became the men you feared and despised. You missed the playful little boys that you grew up with. You missed the older brother figure you saw in Esidesi before he became little more than a bully and a brute under Kars’ Influence. You mourned for Kars and the friendship that you had before he became consumed by hatred, powerlust, and obsession. He, too, you saw as an older brother. 

It had been Kars that sat with you through the process of becoming the Tribe’s executioner. He would sit and watch as your mother or grandmother fed you lightly poisoned prey, during a time when you were too young to understand just why some of your meals tasted so bitter. Kars would hold your hand as he dragged you off to show you something he found or grumble and pout as you helped him pick weeds and branches out of his wild locks after the two of you got into some misadventure. His crush on you was present even then. 

How you wished things had turned out differently. 

You let those bittersweet memories fade as you placed offerings on the last two memorials. One for Whammu and one for JoJo, too. 

Whammu… Whammu’s loss had been the most painful. Whammu’s pride had been his downfall. Pride that had been enforced on him due to Kars influence. When you found out that JoJo hadn’t killed Santana after all, you tried to convince Whammu to call off the arena fight with him, but he merely gave you a sideways look of disgust at even suggesting such a thing. 

“A challenge is a challenge. Santana being alive or dead is of no importance.” 

Your heart shattered completely hearing him say such a callous thing. 

That was exactly like something Kars would say. You had known for a while that Whammu idolized Kars in the way a child would idolize their father, but you never knew it was to such a degree. 

Watching him die just to fulfill Kars’ wishes was the most awful thing you’d ever witnessed. 

A tiny part of you wanted to be resentful to JoJo for taking your other son’s life, but you knew that the fault didn’t fall on him. As long as Whammu followed after Kars, always seeking his approval, an outcome such as that was inevitable. Whammu had proven time and time again that he was willing to die to please his master. 

Whammu had been taken from you long before any of you met JoJo. By the time he reached maturity, he no longer even viewed you as a parent. It was something Kars delighted in, always pitting himself against you to flaunt Whammu’s favoritism of him. If you asked Whammu to do something he would give you a non-committal response that basically translated to, “I’ll do it when I get around to it.”, but Kars would do little more than glance in Whammu’s direction and he was up and on his way to complete the task. Then Kars would give you a smug grin and mock you. 

“You must be firm with younglings, my dear.” he would say. “I don’t mince my words when I give commands. Keep coddling Santana the way you do and he’ll lose respect for you, too.” 

The memory made your chest tighten and your eyes burn with unshed tears. 

You turned your gaze to JoJo’s memorial. 

JoJo had been so kind to Whammu during his last moments. You wanted to thank him for that, though it looked like you would never get a chance. 

You placed the offering on JoJo’s memorial, then turned to address the presence that you sensed behind you for the last few minutes. You expected to see one of the Foundation scientists, Speedwagon himself, or maybe even Santana in spite of his dislike for being around the memorials, but what you didn’t expect was to see JoJo standing there looking sheepish. 

“JOJO!” you cried. 

“Hello again!” JoJo said pleasantly. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to…” he glanced at the memorials. “I didn’t want to disturb you.” 

You stared at him, not really focusing on what he was saying. 

“But you… Speedwagon told me…” you sputtered. 

“That I died, I know. Well you can see I’m not dead. Suzie Q’s been taking care of me while I recuperated. She forgot to send the letter to let everyone know that I was still alive though.” 

“Suzie Q?” you questioned.

You had no idea who that was. 

“My fiance,” he clarified. “She was Lisa Lisa's maid, but that’s not what I came here to talk to you about.” 

“Is something wrong?” you asked, anxiety peaking. “Is this about Kars?” 

JoJo scoffed. 

“You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” he said, smiling cheekily. “I launched that old fossil into space! He can’t hurt you or anybody else anymore!” 

“You… launched him… into space?” you repeated, unsure if you heard JoJo correctly. 

When Speedwagon told you that Kars had been sent far away, you hadn’t expected it to be quite that far. 

JoJo chuckled. 

“Yep. You heard that right. Kars is too busy being a frozen asteroid to terrorize anyone anymore.” 

You grasped his gloved hands (Why was he wearing gloves indoors?), filled with the hope that what he was saying was true. 

“Then what Speedwagon said was true? You really did defeat him? Is he truly gone? You… JoJo…???” 

One of his hands felt strange. 

“Your hand…” you said, the question left unasked but hanging in the air. 

JoJo huffed and pulled his hands out of your own. He pulled the glove off of one of them to reveal a mechanical prosthetic. He wiggled the metal fingers. 

“Kars did it.” he said. “I was lucky to get away with only the loss of my hand.” 

He looked up at you, glanced over at the memorials, then looked back at you. 

“Can we talk somewhere else? I want to tell you what happened in the fight with Kars and I’ve got something that I need to say to you but…” 

He sent another uncomfortable glance toward the memorials. 

“I don’t feel right about saying it here.” 

You followed his gaze to Whammu’s memorial and nodded in understanding. You got to your feet. 

“Follow me.” you said. 

You lead JoJo to a sitting room where you and Santana would often go to watch the sunrise through the special sunlight filtering windows. JoJo plopped cross legged on the floor cushions while you said across from him. He told you of the final fight with Kars and how he launched the “old fossil” into space by infusing Hamon into a volcano, causing it to erupt so violently that the force of it sent Kars into orbit. You wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it. To think that the tyrant that terrorized you your entire life was defeated in such a way. It was so utterly ridiculous, but you had to admit that there wouldn’t have been many other fighters that would have thought to use the volcano in such a way. 

“You are a strange, yet creative warrior, JoJo.” you said with a demure smile. 

The smile faded from your lips and was replaced with a serious, apologetic expression. 

“I’ve been meaning to apologize to you.” You said. “Kars told me that he heard that you killed Santana. I should have known that he was lying, but I believed him. That was why I suggested Whammu use the ‘wedding ring’ on you. I could think of nothing else but avenging Santana at that time. I regret allowing myself to be influenced by Kars that way.” 

You bowed your head lowly to show your shame at your past actions. 

JoJo scratched the back of his neck, not knowing how to react. 

“Well, that explains why you kept scowling at me,” he said. “You don’t have to apologize for that, though. But since we’re on the topic of apologizing… I just want to say that I’m sorry about Whammu. I understand that he was supposed to be like a son to you… to be fair, I didn’t really want to kill him…” 

You gave JoJo a solemn look. 

“I know, JoJo.You were forced into a situation where you had no choice but to fight. You were only trying to survive.” you said in a soft tone. “I want you to know that I am thankful for your kindness towards Whammu after you defeated him. He was suffering and you eased his pain with your own blood. Not many others would have been so courteous.” 

You reigned in your emotions as best as you could, not wanting to break down in front of your guest. 

JoJo was quiet for a while, not expecting to have been forgiven so easily. 

You don’t know why you decided to do so, but you found yourself opening up to JoJo. You told him your story, of how Kars became so obsessive and possessive over you, how he killed nearly every member of your tribe, only sparing Whammu and Santana so he could hold their lives over your head. You told him about how Kars had manipulated Whammu away from you and belittled Santana for being weaker than the rest of you. You told him about everything that led up to your first meeting with him. When you were done, you looked over at JoJo. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was twisted into a snarl. His whole body shook with rage. 

“As if I needed any more reasons to hate that bastard…” he hissed under his breath. 

You smiled at him. 

“Thank you, JoJo.” you said. 

JoJo looked up at you. 

“For what?” 

“For freeing me from Kars.” you said. “I know you weren’t really fighting Kars on my behalf, but…” 

“No, I was,” he said. 

You gave him a questioning look. 

“I mean, I was going to fight him anyway, but when Speedwagon told me about the way he treated you in the ruins…I guess I just lost my cool.” 

You chuckled at him and he smiled sheepishly. 

“You really are a strange one, JoJo.” you said. 

“What is he doing here?” 

The angry voice brought your conversation with JoJo to a halt. You looked up to see a very annoyed Santana standing there, glaring at JoJo. 

Upon seeing Santana’s hostile stance, JoJo got to his feet and stood in a battle pose. Santana just glared at him. 

Seeing that things were getting tense you raised your hand at JoJo to show him that you had things under control. JoJo dropped his hands, but not his guard. He trusted you, but he didn’t trust Santana at all. 

“Santana, JoJo is just paying us a visit. He doesn’t mean any harm.” you explained, trying to soothe your adopted son’s temper. 

Santana snorted derisively, never taking his glare away from JoJo. 

“There is a radio program coming on in a few minutes that I like. I wanted to ask you to join me while I listen to it.” 

JoJo looked like he was thinking for a moment when a look of realization came over him. 

“Do you mean ‘Slaughter Theater’?!” he asked. “That’s the one with the host who’s a vampire, right? Don’t tell me you actually like that show!” 

“Not a fan?” you asked with a wry smile. 

“Well it’s okay, but I prefer something a little more action packed, like superhero shows. Besides, the sound effects they use in that show are disgusting!” JoJo said. 

Santana turned to walk away. Sensing his impatience, you said, 

“I’ll join you in a moment, Santana.” 

Santana stopped walking for a moment to look back over his shoulder at you. 

“Don’t take too long or you’ll miss the first half.” he warned. 

When Santana was out of earshot, you turned back to JoJo. 

“Since you are in an apologetic mood, I want you to apologize to Santana.” you said. 

JoJo gave you an insulted look. 

“What?! What for?” he demanded. “I only fought with him because he attacked Speedwagon!” 

You raised your hands in a placating gesture. 

“I know, JoJo. Will you please hear me out?” you said. 

JoJo huffed but didn’t protest anymore. 

“Santana has a problem with holding grudges against people.” you explained. “He told me that you were teasing him when you first met him. If you apologize for it, he may agree to let go of his grudge against you.” 

“Was he referring to me tapping him on the nose?” JoJo cried. “I was just joking around! Surely he knows that?” 

You shook your head. 

“Santana can’t tell the difference between good natured teasing and cruel mockery.” you said. 

JoJo looked confused. 

“Why’s that?” he asked. 

“Because of Esidesi.” you said. “He was in charge of much of Whammu and Santana’s training during their childhood. As I told you before, Santana had difficulty keeping up with Whammu and he was treated poorly for it. Esidesi developed a habit of teasing him in a friendly way just before he beat him for his poor performance. I wasn’t always able to shield him from such treatment, but when I did Esidesi would berate me for coddling him. If you explain to Santana that you never meant him any harm, he will hopefully stop seeing you as an enemy.” 

JoJo sighed. 

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll go talk to him.” 

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1988

Joseph Joestar and his group stood nearly melting in the heat of the desert as a Speedwagon Foundation helicopter found a place to land. They were all awaiting a new ally. 

“Are you saying that this guy may actually harm us?” Kakyoin asked. 

“Correct.” Avdol said with a nod, not really liking the fact that things were getting so desperate that they were having to rely on someone like Iggy. Still, with near constant attacks from enemy Stands, they would need all the help they could get. 

His eyes slid over to Joseph who seemed worried. Considering that the whole reason for this bizarre adventure in the first place was to save his daughter’s life, Joseph had plenty of reason to be worried. However, it seemed that something else was bothering him. 

“Are you alright, Mr. Joestar?” he asked. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Joseph said. “I guess I should mention that aside from asking for an additional Stand user, I also asked that the Speedwagon Foundation bring along someone that could offer some insight on taking down someone like DIO.” 

“Insight on someone like DIO?” Polnareff repeated. “Who do you know that knows anything about DIO that we don’t already know?” 

“Wait! Do you mean…?” Avdol trailed off.

The helicopter landed before Joseph could explain anything. The doors opened and everyone seemed on edge… except for Polnareff who, as usual, was unable to sense the tension in the air. 

Jotaro felt as though his hair was standing on end. Through Star Platinum he could sense more than just the Stand user in the back of the helicopter. Someone else was back there and the power he could feel from them was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Whoever they were, there was no way in Hell they were human. 

You tried to warn the loud man with the tall hair not to get too close, but Iggy had already latched onto him and was happily tearing his hair out. You could sense that the silver haired human also had used the invisible force known as a Stand. A fight broke out between them. You took that moment to climb out of the helicopter and place yourself between the two of them. Aside from the wind blowing grains of sand around and billowing the cloak that covered you from head to toe, everything seemed to freeze.. 

“Iggy, I think you made your point. Leave the human alone.” you said. 

You were promptly answered with a series of barks and growls that you were sure roughly translated to, “Don’t be such a killjoy! The human had it coming!” 

The human you knew to be called Avdol presented a pack of gum and Iggy forgot all about what just transpired. The last time you met Avdol he seemed very nervous around you. Even now, you could sense his discomfort in your presence. The other humans seemed just as nervous, even the helicopter pilots, something that made no sense to you. One would think with all the time that you spent working alongside them at the Foundation, the humans there would have learned that you weren’t a threat to them by now. You bent down to help up the human that Iggy attacked. 

“I apologize for Iggy.” you said as you pulled him to his feet. “The other humans did try to warn you though.” 

Yelping, he wrenched his arm from your grasp. 

“Oh! Did I hurt you? Forgive me, I was trying to be gentle.” you said guiltily. 

“N-no, it’s f-fine!” Polnareff stammered, rubbing his wrist and moving away from you. All of his anger and bravado from before seemed to have vanished.

 “Who the hell are you anyway?!” he demanded. 

“A friend.” you said simply. 

You surveyed the faces of the group before you, until your eyes landed on a face you recognized. Joseph waved at you, grinning that same old cheeky grin that you remembered. You ran to him, scooping him up like a child. 

“JoJo!!” you cried, spinning him around a few times. 

He wiggled in your grasp, turning a little red when he saw the others staring at the two of you. It surely looked odd for someone like you to be holding and snuggling an old man like him as if he were a little kid. It would come as quite a shock when they found out that you were several centuries his senior. You placed him on the ground and reached up to fluff his bearded cheeks. 

“You’ve gotten all scruffy!” you said, with a playful smile. 

Joseph lightly swatted your hands away and ran his hands down his face to “unfluff” his beard. 

“Human women find this look very attractive, I’ll have you know!” he protested. 

You pressed a finger to your lips as if you were contemplating something. 

“Is that so? Or did you grow hair on your face to hide your wrinkles?” 

Joseph nearly fell over at the accusation. He couldn’t always tell if you were serious or just messing with him. Over the years, you had become something of a weird older relative to him and you had a habit of teasing him in ways that always caught him off guard. You were probably the only person that managed to do that to him. 

“Pfft!” someone, who may or may not have been Avdol, tried to hold back a laugh. 

Joseph sent a slight glare over your shoulder before offering you another smile; hoping you would stop picking on him and his poor beard. 

“My abused beard notwithstanding, I’m glad you’re here.” he said. “I take that you deciding to come here means that the experiment you’ve been helping the Foundation with was successful.” 

You nodded and threw back your hood, revealing to the others possibly the most beautiful person any of them had ever seen. Your beauty, however, did nothing to negate the dangerous edge your aura gave off. Even Polnareff kept his distance, as much as he didn’t want to. After having you nearly yank his arm out of its socket when you were trying to be “gentle” he felt that flirting with you may not be the best of ideas. Danger prone or not, even he had his limits. 

The sun shined down on your uncovered skin and you smiled. After a moment, you covered yourself back up, squinting as the sun’s brightness became too much. 

“Santana’s friend at the Foundation managed to replicate not only the stone masks but also the Red Stone of Aja. I volunteered for the first test. You can see the results for yourself. Though I wasn’t granted godhood like Kars, I can stand in the sun unharmed. Although, for someone who’s been living in darkness for as long as I have, it may take a while for my eyes to adjust to this brightness. And don’t worry, the masks, stones and the experiment notes have all been destroyed. No one else will be able to replicate them and abuse their power.”  

Joseph nodded in approval, letting out a sigh. 

“Listen,” he said. “While I’m happy you decided to come, I just want to say that I’m sorry for roping you into my affairs. But we’ve found ourselves under near constant attack from day one and the closer we get to Cairo, the worse the attacks get.” 

You ruffled his hair, earning a disgruntled groan at how rough the action was. You were so damn heavy handed. 

“JoJo, after all that you’ve done for me I feel that this is the perfect opportunity to repay you.” you said. 

Meanwhile Jotaro was trying to figure out just who and what you were. You had an aura that said “bad guy” but you didn’t act like you had a violent bone in your body. You picked up his grandpa like he was no heavier than a pillow. Not only that, but you talked to his grandpa like you were one of those elderly, cheek pinching aunts that showed up at every family reunion. Just who the hell were you and why did you act so familiar with his grandpa? 

Jotaro was suddenly engulfed in an immense shadow just as he felt a presence behind him. He glanced over his shoulder and nearly lost his “cool guy” composure. Standing there was the biggest person he’d ever seen. Even beneath his cloak, the man’s muscles stood out. Long hair, almost as bright red as Kakyoin’s, cascaded over his shoulders and down his back. What appeared to be two small horns jutted out from the man’s crimson mane. The man towered over Jotaro, a feat not many others could pull off. 

The man seemed to glare down at Jotaro. Jotaro glared back up at him. Neither of them spoke. They just stood there, sizing each other up. Jotaro couldn’t tell if the guy was a Stand user or not, and frankly, he wasn’t anxious to find out. That dark aura he felt coming from you was nothing compared to the aura he felt from the man standing over him. Whoever this guy was, he practically exuded danger. Jotaro could tell that while he seemed relaxed at the moment, any wrong move would set this guy into attack mode in seconds. So Jotaro just stood there while the strange man examined him. 

Santana circled the oddly garbed youth, studying the human’s clothing, face, and especially his unusual headgear. It was just a soft cloth hat, so it served no purpose as armor. It was decorated with golden adornments, though whether or not they had any significance or meaning he couldn’t tell. The strangest thing about the hat was that the back of it seemed to have been ripped off. It confused him as to how the hat stayed on the human’s head with no back to it. It confused him even further how the hat’s fabric seemed to be the exact same color and texture as the human’s hair. It was almost impossible to tell where the hat ended and the hair began. 

After circling the human for a moment he bent down and looked the human directly in his eyes. Jotaro leaned back a bit, uncomfortable at Santana’s closeness. 

“Human,” Santana said. “Your headgear makes no sense.” 

Jotaro was taken aback by the stranger’s bluntness and felt a little insulted. 

“It’s fashion,” he said, sounding a bit miffed at the comment towards his beloved hat. “It doesn’t have to make sense.” 

“Pfft!” came a laugh off to his left. 

Jotaro aimed a glare in the direction the laugh came from, seeing only Polnareff who was staring wistfully at you while you talked to his grandpa, and Kakyoin who was doing a poor job of hiding his amusement. 

Traitor. 

It was then that you happened to look over at your son. Joseph’s gaze followed yours and his eyes widened. 

“You brought Santana?!” he cried. 

You huffed. 

“I’m sorry, JoJo.” you said. “I hardly had a choice. He still struggles with his fears of abandonment and when he heard that I was going to be going away for a while, he refused to stay behind.” 

“Well he’s annoying my grandson.” Joseph said, worried that a fight was about to break out. Jotaro’s Star Platinum could demolish most adversaries, but up against a non-human like Santana? He wasn’t sure how that would play out. 

You watched as your adopted son kept inching closer to the human youth, who kept inching further away from him and appeared to be getting angrier by the second. You shook your head. You knew Santana was just lashing out because the people at the Foundation told him he wasn’t allowed to pilot the helicopter. 

“Santana!” you called out to him. 

He turned to look at you and you moved your hands as if to imitate two things moving away from each other while mouthing the words, “personal space”. 

Santana stepped away from Jotaro. He was about to join you and Joseph before he stopped as if he suddenly remembered something. He stood in front of Jotaro for a moment before giving a half-hearted bow. 

“I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” he said before walking away. 

Jotaro raised an eyebrow at how practiced and unenthused the apology was. It seemed like he was saying it more out of necessity than anything. 

“Freakin’ weirdo…” Jotaro grumbled under his breath. 

Kakyoin sidled up to him. 

“So what do you think of our new companions, Jotaro?” he asked. 

Jotaro stared at you and Santana, who had his hands all over his grandpa’s beard while you laughed demurely at his annoyance. 

“Don’t know what to think,” he admitted. “The old man seems to know them, but I don’t remember him ever mentioning anyone like them before. I can’t tell if they’re Stand users or not. Not only that, but they talk and act as if they aren’t even human.” 

Kakyoin nodded; signature hair curl wiggling as he did so. 

“I’ll have to agree with you there… little guy.” 

Jotaro’s usual glare gave way to a look of shock when he realized what Kakyoin just said to him. He turned to give Kakyoin a much deserved sneer. Did Kakyoin of all people just make a joke about him being short? Sure, Jotaro’s height was nothing when he was standing next to a behemoth like that Santana guy, but Kakyoin was the shortest one in the group! Jotaro pointed his finger in Kakyoin’s face, giving him his signature gesture that usually warned of impending pain. Though, this time, it didn’t carry its usual violent vibe. 

“You better watch it, noodle head.” Jotaro warned. 

Kakyoin merely grinned. 

**NOTE 2: And there’s your happy ending guys! I hope it was up to your expectations. You have no idea how hard it was for me to leave it there and not add something hinting that Kars somehow got sent back to Earth. The whole time I was writing that end sequence I kept having to remind myself, “No, they asked for a happy ending!” and was all but slapping my own hands to keep them from typing out yet another dark route ending. It’s not that I have anything against happy endings (I prefer them, actually), but when writing yandere stories I can’t always help myself. And sorry if Jotaro comes off as a little out of character at the end there. I was trying to imagine what a scenario of Jotaro and Santana meeting each other would be like and this silliness seemed the most logical outcome. And yeah, you can bet that this version of Stardust Crusaders will absolutely be a “no death” version. I see it playing out mostly the same as the original story but with the added bonus of you and Santana being there to prevent Avdol, Iggy, and Kakyoin from getting killed. I can imagine DIO being not too pleased that there’s not only one, but two beings out there that are stronger than him. That’s not to say that I think that Reader and Santana wouldn’t have any trouble fighting him. The inability to see Stands coupled with DIO’s time stopping ability would still make fighting him a nightmare. Well, I’m very tired now, and I’m going to bed.**

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Unpopular opinion:

Santana is a best boy and deserves more recognition.

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That song is stuck in my head. :| So, take this on your scrolling journey.

Lisa Lisa, Joseph, Speedwagon: Why would you help them? Don’t you know that would be the destruction of humanity?

Me: Oh, I know. But the thing is, "I'm not afraid of God(s), I am afraid of man."

"Underneath it all we're just savages

Hidden behind shirts, ties and marriages

Truth is in us all, cradle to the grave

We're just animals still learning to behave"

[Savages - Marina and the Diamonds]

#pillarmen #jjba battle tendency #jojo's bizarre adventure battle tendency #battle tendency #self shipping #self shipper #DNI harassers #DNI anti-self shippers #jjba #pillarmen x reader #reader x pillarmen #Wamuu would treat you like royalty #Kars is an ass but he'd pamper you sometimes #Esidisi is a goofy one but v loving #Santana is scary dog privilege personified congrats