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thornybubbles · 1 year

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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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gayboyasher · 3 months

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Caesar & Joseph (SEPARATE) x pillar men reader!!

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He was searching the caves, looking for evidence of his family. But then, suddenly, he heard extra footsteps, echoing his. At first, he thought it was Joseph’s, but, knowing the arrogant Joestar; Joseph would let himself be known. He turned and suddenly activated his hamon, ready to strike, but then he saw you instead. You were so… curious.

“Are all humans pretty like you?” You asked him, and that absolutely gagged him. He was stuttering, trying to think logically, but you just circled him and started acting coy. Somehow, present day, he’s sitting down on the couch reading a book while you’re sitting next to him.

*You quite literally be witched him, gagged him even.

Didn’t know that he could even love your species/race (IN THE PILLAR MEN SENSE)

You proved him completely wrong when you picked him up like a cat and walked away

If you ever introduce him to the other pillar men (if you even have a relationship with any of them) it’s a shit show

Genuinely didn’t trust you for a long time

Almost killed you

When he started to fall for you, he had NO WHERE to turn.

To hell if you think he’s going to Joseph

He actually almost did

He ended up figuring out his feelings himself, but he waited for you to approach him.

Turned out he was your first damn near everything romantically.

Tries to get you used to human life, even if you can’t go in the sun.

Genuinely, you’re the only pillar men/being he loves.

When Joseph agreed to fight the other three pillar men, Wammu told you about this news. You wanted to see the man who challenged them and said he would only need a month to train.

When he caught you, he was about to challenge you to a fight as well, but that was until you started to started to compliment him about his bravery.

God forbid you feed into his ego

Surprisingly flattered

So so SO glad he didn’t agree to fight you he wasn’t gonna be able to do it anyway

Tries to impress you so so so much

Also another one who reasonably can’t get along with the other pillar men

Only has beef with Kars though, the others just find him a bit annoying

He confessed his love to you right before he left to fight Wammu

Did NOT know or was prepared to find out that he was your first romantic relationship

I mean, you’re practically a god, what do you mean you haven’t had a boyfriend before??

Doesn’t care, will still do anything to be with you

Doesn’t give a fuck if you want to change to act human like or not; he likes you the way you are, even if you are different than humans

Will make you put on extra clothes though

Stop walking around with your parts out

Absolutely loves you though, absolutely

#jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x male reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jjba #jjba part 2 #joseph joestar x reader #caesar zeppeli x reader #pillar man reader is NEEDED #I deliver MEALS

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bonebreakz · 11 months

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Falling asleep on their lap - JJBA Villians x Reader headcannons.

Oh hey! My first post on this blog! Keep in mind this is my first time writing here and im kind of new to doing headcannons as well, i also dont know how to write for Diavolo (and im kind of still getting my way through SBR-) so bear with me a little. Ill put Doppio on his place though!

Warnings: None! Just SFW wholesome content. :)

DIO (Dio Brando):

You both were reading a book together in the living room of his mansion, you squinted your eyes trying to read the text on the pages, but it was harder than usual as you got sleepier and sleepier by the minute.

After some minutes, DIO felt a weight over his legs and his gaze got off the book, he looked down and saw you fell asleep with your head on his lap.

He shook your head with his free hand, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"Get up, mortal." He orders, but its no use as he sees you defintely fell asleep. He sighed, going back to his book, not taking his hand off your head. He doesnt want to admit it, but he secretly enjoys this moment of you sleeping soundly in his lap.

Kars:

He was sat down while you were sat behind him, braiding his hair as you did every day. After some minutes, you eyelids started to fall and soon, you fell asleep. You had fallen forward and your face was right on his luscious purple hair.

Kars noticed it of course as he didnt feel your hands going through his hair, he looked back and saw your sleeping face. He sighed.

"If you're going to sleep on me then do it properly, foolish human." He placed you down, your head layed on his lap. His signature smug appeard on his face as he watched you sleep comfortably.

Yoshikage Kira:

You and him were sat on the couch on the living room, watching tv quietly. You soon felt yourself loosing interest in what was in screen as you felt yourself getting heavier, after a moment, you closed your eyes and gave up to the feeling.

Kira had quickly taken notice of your sleepiness before you did, so when you fell with your head on his lap he already knew you would stay there for a while.

He simply smiled, placing his hand on your head as he burried his fingers on your hair, running them between your locks.

"Have nice dreams, my dear." He spoke quietly as he watched you finally get your much needed rest.

Doppio:

You were sat besides him while he was on the phone, waiting for him to finish whatever he was discussing about so you could go sleep next to him. You decided to close your eyes only for a bit until you dozed off hearing his sweet voice.

Doppio didnt really realise that until he finished his call, looking down and seeing your head resting over his lap. He felt guilty of being so unnatentive to your needs but he figured out if you didnt tell him you were tired then it was fine.

"I should bring you to bed but i cant get up, and you're so peaceful...I dont want to interrupt.."

He started feeling calmer as he looked at your sleeping expression, and soon he drove off to sleep aswell.

Enrico Pucci:

You were both talking while sat with eachother, having a pretty long conversation about whatever crossed your minds was what you'd usually do when having free time to do so. Pucci was in the middle of a sentence when he noticed your tired expression, after he finished talking his hand went to caress your cheek.

"Are you tired dear?" He asked with a calm tone in his voice, you nodded and he allowed you to lean closer, laying your head on his lap comfortably.

You fell asleep rather quickly after he had done that, he smiled as his hand rubbed your back soothingly.

#jojo's bizzare adventure #jjba headcanons #jjba #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jojo #headcanon #gn reader

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mikibagels · 7 months

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opinion on dio x kira x kars? could blabber about their dynamic(s) but i wanna hear a fresh view on it 🙏🙏

Kira trying to live a normal HUMAN life, while Dio and Kars get up to their vampire tomfoolery everyday. Poor Kira, always getting the short end of the stick in all of his ships 😔 at least he has the best bodyguards money could offer

Honestly though I don't understand poly ships too well so I don't think I'm a good person to ask. Thank you for the fun suggestion though!

#froggy speaks

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soupbabe · 7 months

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Heyo, Me Again! Could I Maybe Request A Part 2 To That Jojo Characters x Morbid! Himbo! Reader I Requested Awhile Back? This Time With Weather, Kars, And Rohan?

No Pressure And It's Totally Chill If You'd Rather Not Do Repeats Or Anythin! Hope You Have A Rad Day, Yoski! 👈🐻👈

JoJo Characters with a Morbid! Himbo! Reader: Part 2

Featuring: Weather Report, Kars, Rohan Kishibe

No problem anon!! Usually I max out repeat prompts like this when it hits 3 parts, so you're good!!

Kars

- He loves keeping you around just for the pure entertainment you give him

- Usually he has no time for less than bright humans, especially if you're clumsy or if you forget things easily

- But you? The man that could describe in detail about how rattlesnake venom can rot off the limb that it bit just for the fun of it? Oh he's keeping you around

- In all honesty, Kars isn't too impressed by your little fun facts. He's lived a long life, done just about anything you could think of

- You'll try your best to unnerve him and it's entertaining to see you not grasp his "accomplishments"

- "Human sacrifices? Really, human? I was seen as a god among men, thousands have been slaughtered in my name. Try harder next time."

Rohan Kishibe

- Oh yeah no doubt this man has used Heaven's Door on you without you knowing

- Literally you are an enigma to him. It's frustrating but you pull him back in with your golden retriever like charm

- He's so used to scaring others off so that they'd leave him alone, whether by his intense stare or eating insects

- But you barely reacted. Dare I say you laugh at his attempt to get you off of his porch.

- Since then he's learned to genuinely enjoy your company !!

- He's learned to appreciate your sweet moments, smile at your dumb moments, and he makes sure to get a notebook out whenever you have a horrifying "what if" thought

Weather Report

- Yeah out of this list he's the most unphased

- Just a thing that happens when you're Anasui's mediator, he holds him back at his most violent. You having a weird idea or fun fact isn't going to shake him

- However you might get a side eye if you laugh at something at the wrong time

- Omg head empty just thinking about you bringing Weather venomous spider or snake from the courtyard and showing it off to him

- Apart of him enjoys hearing you talk and ramble, but also he wants to slap out whatever is in your hand because you picked up a dangerous animal without a thought behind your eyes

- Remember when it was raining poisonous frogs? He isn't one to believe in miracles but the fact you didn't die during that proved him wrong

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #Kars x reader #jjba kars #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe x reader #jjba weather report #weather report x reader #jjba battle tendency #jjba diamond is unbreakable #jjba stone ocean

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ozzgin · 7 months

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Kars, Esidisi, Santana, and Wamuu from Jojo meeting Pickle and finding out that he's more ancient than them? I feel like Joseph would provoke the caveman, like how he playfully tapped Santana's nose that one time 💀

Baki x JoJo Crossover Headcanons: Pickle meets the Pillar Men

Just as a side note, I think Pickle would actually get along more with Joseph rather than the ancient men. Baki reminds me a lot of Joseph, both strong but also mischievous and kind, and Pickle is shown to develop quite the fondness for the young boy. He does fight in order to win and showcase his strength, but it’s mostly for the sake of survival, entertainment, and social bond. Pickle’s reasons lack the implied superiority that the Pillar Men aim for. Also kind of self implied, but it’s assumed that both events (Pillar Men & Pickle awakening) happen at the same time, whichever that may be.

As the men accommodate to their awakening and begin to learn modern language, they go through the documents left behind by the archaeologists for some clues. What’s the current state of the world? The pages don’t offer much of interest, but a separate folder catches their attention. It’s completely unrelated to the work done on this site. In fact, it’s referring to some island far away from here. The Pillar Men don’t care much for details, but Kars is intrigued by the text. If he’s reading it correctly, a singular specimen of a prehistoric human has been found preserved in salt? He mentally calculates the dates and numbers as compared to the files written about themselves and deduces that the creature has existed long before them.

They have a quest to fulfill, but slight detours are not forbidden. It does not go against their plan if they briefly investigate this mysterious human that might have been the ancestor. Unbeknownst to them, Joseph has been informed of their existence and tasked to stop them. With a little bit of detective work (the scattered files on the Japanese prehistoric discovery with most important information cropped out), he continues his pursuit across the ocean.

Pickle is sprawled out in the underground arena, yawning. Baki is curled up nearby, eyelids heavy, about to fall asleep after being offered a generous amount of T.Rex meat from his curious friend. He abruptly jolts back awake upon hearing Tokugawa’s shouts of protest against some unknown visitors. “You can’t be here! This is a private building!” In the time Baki props himself up, Tokugawa is already at the entrance, smiling awkwardly while Wamuu is holding him up like a misbehaving cat. “Is this the ancient human?” He asks. The old man sheepishly nods. “Baki, we have…guests. Be careful with them.”

Pickle lifts himself up, confused by the commotion. Kars walks up to him and carefully inspects the Jurassic man. He’s much taller and seems to have a physique built for strength. The long claws, the fangs that are poking out, the elongated bones and emphasized tendons…This is a hunter. However, he resembles a wild animal rather than what he would’ve expected to see from his own ancient race. There doesn’t seem to be any hint that this creature is anything more than an oversized mere human. Disappointing. An interesting peek into history, but nothing more.

“Well?” The other four men are now gathered around. Tokugawa has been allowed back onto the ground and he scurries over to Baki, whispering the details regarding these visitors. “Wait…So they’re also ancient? Like Pickle?” Kars turns to Baki with a frown before barking his response. “Don’t compare us with him! We have nothing in common with you humans. He’s closer in likeness to your house cat!”

“Harsh words. You’re lucky the poor fellow doesn’t understand you.” Everyone turns to the newly arrived member of the party. Joseph flashes a dramatic smile to his audience before landing in the ring, next to Pickle. He shamelessly pinches Pickle’s cheek, as if confirming that he is indeed a living, walking prehistoric being. “Sorry for interrupting your sleep, big boy. My business is with this grumpy looking pack, not you.” Pickle is absolutely baffled. He switches his gaze back and forth, unsure of why all these people have surrounded him.

“What’s up with all these mummies suddenly coming back to life?” Baki unconsciously gulps upon hearing the familiar, approaching voice. It’s really not that shocking: Yuujirou will show up wherever there’s a potential, strong opponent. When Tokugawa called to let him know that a bunch of ancient men were on their way to Japan to meet Pickle, he could barely manage to put on his shoes in excitement. His hands were shaking with anticipation. “Which one of you is the strongest?” The Ogre yells, defiantly.

Kars doesn’t say anything, but he steps forward, indicating to the others to clear out the ring. He glares at the red haired man that dared to use such demanding tone.

#baki #baki headcanons #pickle baki #Baki x JoJo #pillar men #jjba

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humanitysstrongestsoldier1 · 3 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒. | 𝐺. 𝑆𝑈𝐺𝑈𝑅𝑈 x Reader

TW: cursing, explicit sexual content, death

AO3 LINK!!!

Summary:

अभी ना जाओ छोड़कर कर दिल अभी भरा नहीं (Abhee na jao chhodakar kar dil abhee bhara nahin): "Don't leave now, your heart is not full yet." - Asha Bhosle and Mohammed Rafi, Abhi Na Jao Chhod Kar, RRKPK Ver.

Regret.

It's a powerful thing that can tear a human down.

My regret? I was not able to save my best friend, my love, from the darkness that threatened to consume him.

He came to me in the night, claiming the very thing he had a grasp on since the moment I met him.

I just wish I could have stopped him then and there before he left me for good.

I wish I could have told him that there was no need to build a new world when he himself was my world, my home.

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Notes:

i literally forgot this existed until i opened my google drive lmfaoo

yeh i had to use that song lol

translations will be in parentheses

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“(Name)! You have to eat this cake; it's literally so good!” Gojo shouts from across the room, a beaming smile on his face.

“I will! Later, I promise.” I yelled back, and I got a happier smile from him again.

Satoru and Shoko had planned a little farewell party for me because of the fact that I was going to continue my studies in England. Nanami was also here, but like me, he chose to sit in silence, lightly sipping from the champagne in his glass. Other people that I knew from college and Jujutsu High were present as well. Even though my home was bright and lively, something was missing. Or, in this case, someone.

Suguru Geto. The calm to my storm.

I had the fattest crush on him in high school, and I'm sure he knew. That's why he flirted and teased me a lot. But beyond that, he was always there to listen to my little nerdy talks. Or even my rage talks. He would just sit there with a gentle smile on his face, ready to digest some random information about astrophysics. Hell, he would even ask questions afterwards. He was the peace in my chaos. Until he became chaos itself. The news of his massacre and defection did not shock me as much as I hoped it would. After Riko and Yu's deaths, he was slowly falling into a pit of darkness. With Satoru out on solo missions and me being busy with college applications and entrance studying, we weren't there to give him a hand to pull him out of that abyss. To this day, that is still Satoru and my greatest regret.

I thought our bond was unbreakable; he himself told me so.

One night, I was woken up from a nightmare at Satoru’s house during a sleepover. In that god-horrid vision, Satoru and Suguru had left me dead. I still remember the words Suguru said in the dream: “Leave her; she's no good for us.”

It was really hard for me to sleep after that, so I headed to the kitchen and found Suguru drinking a glass of water. I explained to him what happened, and he held me, his arms around my body and legs tangled for the entire night. He helped me sleep and promised that he would never leave me. Now that “promise” turned out to be futile. That unbreakable bond that tethered our souls was split, yearning to be joined again.

“You're thinking about him, aren't you?” Nanami said, lightly tapping my knee with his, gaining my attention.

I looked at him with blank eyes and said, “I don’t know what you're talking about, Kento.”

“It's okay to miss him; we all know how close you two were.”

“Leave it. Don't speak of him.”

He hums, acknowledging my privacy on the matter, before whispering with a gentle voice, “Even though you are miles away after today, know that I'm here for you. Because I know how much of a hassle it is to talk to Gojo, please never hesitate to speak to me if it's a serious matter.”

A small smile came upon my face, and I gently bumped into his shoulder with mine, an act of gratitude. “Thank you, Kento.”

“(Name)! Nanamin! Get the hell over here! We're starting cards against humanity!”

The two of us headed over to Satoru’s excited ass, who was reading the manual. That night was going to be my last night with them. 5 years is a long time without my closest friends, so I would cherish this night without any regrets.

—

“But (Name), I don't want to leave you. Even though I'm going to see you in the morninggg!” A drunk Satoru whines, hugging me so tight that it felt as if my lungs were going to pop.

“Sa-To-Ru.” I said, struggling to put his name together with the lack of air. I slowly pushed him to the threshold of the front door, trying to get him out. Unfortunately, his 6’3 ass would not budge.

“I got him (Name), don't stress.” Shoko says this from outside. She grabs the back of his shirt, pulls him the fuck out of my house, and waves good-bye.

Laughing lightly, I close the front door and head to my room for a quick shower. As I entered my room, the aura of it felt off. It was as if something that wasn't supposed to be there was present. Ignoring the feeling, I headed over to the closet to pick out some clothes, but before I could, a large hand grabbed me by my waist and pulled me flush against their chest. I realised it was a very tall man, around the same height as Gojo; it would be hard to escape. I thought of screaming, but it was as if he read my mind and put his other hand over my mouth. The arm around my waist forced me to turn around, and I was met with the very eyes I fell in love with.

Suguru Geto.

His hand fell from my face, and he took two steps back, allowing me to truly see him after so long.

“What are you doing here, Suguru?”

“Can’t I see my girl before she leaves?” He says this, smirking and tilting his head.

“I’m not your girl. I could have been, but you lost that right after you committed mass murder and betrayed your friends.”

“It was necessary. For the world I'm trying to make for you and for us, it damn well must be necessary.”

“Tsk, get yourself and your twisted philosophies out of my house.” I gritted my teeth at his response.

“Please, you are going to be gone for a long time. Let me hold you as I once did.”

“Out of kindness and the love I held for you, I won't tell Satoru or Yaga about this little visit. It's best if you leave; I would like my last night here to be in peace.”

“Held? The love you ‘held’ for me? Darling, I think you mean ‘hold’ for me,” he grins.

“I don't love you, Suguru, not when you left me, craving your touch.”

“Is that so? Then surely your heart's rapid pace and the blush on your cheeks are just my imagination, right?”

I take a step forward, raising a finger at him. “Listen here, you bastar-”

I was interrupted by his arm pulling me from my waist into his chest. I gazed into his dark eyes, and somewhere in there I found desperation.

“You're mine, (Name). You always have been. No matter where you are—two miles or even countries away—you are mine. I’m here to claim what is left of you, the part that I always held a right to.”

I shuddered against him, my fist curling around his white button-up shirt. “And what's that?”

“Your heart.”

In a flash, his lips were upon mine. Cold but dominating enough to envelop my warmth with his. He took the entirety of me in, his tongue clashing with mine. Small moans drifted from my voice, disobeying my heart's call. As much as I tried to push myself away, subconsciously, this was where I was meant to be.

My swollen lips finally pulled away. “Sugu, please.”

“Let me have you tonight, please. Let me revel in your touch; our bodies as one.”

“I can't, Sugu. I would be betraying my righteousness.”

“Virtuousness is fleeting. Love is eternal. We are eternal. Please (Name), let me show you the pleasures of this world. Let me make you mine, so no one in this world can ever lay a hand on you.”

If my friends could read my mind at this time, they would label me a selfish sociopath. But tonight was my last night, and if I come back five years later and he's not here, then saying no would be a mistake. Plus, high school me would be begging to say yes.

“Fuck it.” I whisper, quickly pulling him by the collars of his shirt and smashing my lips on his.

His hand made it to my ponytail and took off the band, making my hair cascade down my backless dress. His hands tangled in my tresses, pulling my hair back and breaking the kiss. His wet lips sucked on my neck, leaving dark bruises that would take weeks to disappear. As he continued his ministrations I made my way to his button-up, opening and taking off his shirt. Gliding my hands over his pecs, I could feel his intense heartbeat, saying one thing: my name.

“Hold on to me.” He whispers against my skin, grabbing my hips and wrapping my legs around his waist. He made his way over to my bed and gently placed me on it, hovering over me. He gazed into my watery eyes.

“If I had just told you that I loved you earlier, maybe, just maybe I-”

“Sugu, right now, it's just us. Don't focus on what could have been; focus on what can be.”

He blinked his thoughts away and dragged the chain of my dress down, my bare form meeting his eyes. The dress was thrown to the side of the room by him, while his eyes never left my body. His lips went towards the middle of my breasts, to where my heart was.

“Mine.” He whispered against my skin, feeling my heart. He continued kissing down my stomach, leaving hickeys behind. His hands curled around the band of my underwear and pulled them down.

"Suguru, please be gen- oh my god." I was cut off by the feeling of his wet lips sucking on my clit.

I took off the rubber band holding half his hair up and ran my hands through his black locks. His lips unlatched, and his tongue replaced the actions. Small whimpers released from my throat, and I yanked his hair by mistake, causing him to groan and sending the vibrations through my lower body.

“Fuck Sugu, just like that baby.”

He didn’t stop; he didn't even go faster; he was making me writhe under him because he knew that he couldn't stay for long, so his first priority was to embed memories of this night in the best way possible. Slowly and agonisingly, he licked a stripe up my slit and came up to look me in the eyes.

Tears fell from my face, and I was blushing profusely. “You look so pretty, like this baby. You wanna tell me what you want?

I bashfully turned my head to the side, and he chuckled at my antics. Suguru hooked a finger under my chin and ushered me to gaze into his eyes.

“Don’t be shy now; I want to hear you say it.” He whispers. His beautiful lips curled into a smirk.

I blink away my tears, and with a shaky voice, I say, “I need you in me, Sugu.”

“That's it, my love.” His lips meet their way back to mine, and I moan into his mouth, feeling his tongue toying with mine. His hands make quick work of removing his pants and underwear, leaving us both bare in the dark room.

Breaking the kiss, I move my hand down to his seeping cock and smirk while looking into his wide eyes. “My turn."

I slowly move my hand down his shaft, feeling his slick moisten my hand. My thumb grazes his tip, which is leaking precum and he whines into my neck.

“ Fuck , (Name) please, I need-”

“Go on,” I interrupt, smiling at him.

Suguru gives me a quick peck on my lips and aligns his cock to my sopping cunt. His tip moved up and down my slit, gathering the spit and cum to make his way into me. He slowly thrust into me, letting me adjust to his girth. My nails clawed at his toned back, and I moaned at the filling feeling. He hooked his hands behind my knees and pushed them flush against my chest. His cock went even deeper, reaching places that made me see stars. He started moving faster, his balls slapping against my ass, and the squelch of my cunt echoed throughout the silent room. Suguru’s quiet whines and my moans created a harmonic melody that was pushing me to bliss.

“Y-you hear that, baby? F-f-fuuckkk! You take me so well, gods .” He says this as his lips kiss all over my neck.

“Sugs, I can’t- hold- oooh fuck baby pleaseee. ” I couldn't form words as he went even deeper, stretching me out completely. My back arched off the mattress, and he growled at my cunt clenching around his cock. His thrusts became more erratic, and he was reaching his end, as was I.

“Fuckk (Name), cum with me, please; I need to fill you up.” He groans into the crook of my neck.

My pussy clenched at his words, and he took note of that: "Oh, you like that? Wanna be stuffed full of my cum?”

I meekly nodded, unaware of the consequences that may show up later.

"Oh, sweetheart, imma pump you so full of my kids, gonna see you get all swollen and cute, yeah?”

"Ahh, Suguru, fuck, I cant-” I moan, unable to construct sentences.

His body curved and pushed further, and his hips pressed hard against me, shooting his load inside my gummy walls. The sensation of his cock and the warmth of his cum just added to my orgasm, and I came hard around his cock.

Suguru slowly pulled out, and I whined at the empty feeling: “I’m not going anywhere, sweets; I just gotta get you cleaned up.” He whispers against the skin of my forehead, placing a kiss on it.

I hum lightly and smile into his warmth. Fatigue was slowly crawling over me, and I wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

In a minute, he quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel, wiping my thigh and sensitive folds. He walked over to the hamper and discarded the towel into the laundry.

“Suguru?” I said, reaching out to him. “Don’t leave me like this.”

He gently smiles, walking over to my bed and crawling under the covers. His arms pulled me closer to his warm body, and he wrapped the huge blanket over our bodies.

I tucked myself under his chin, and he kissed my head before whispering, “I would never.”

“I love you, Suguru.”

“I love you too, (Name).”

That night was the most peaceful rest I had in a long while. The gentle beating of Suguru’s heart and the warmth from his body lulled me into tender sleep, where the stars watched over our resting forms.

(In the Morning, at Airport)

“(Name) don’t go, pleasee.” Satoru says, tightly hugging my body, which was very sore from last night.

Suguru had stayed for breakfast and headed out when he saw Gojo and Shoko’s cars. He left with a kiss that I would remember for lifetimes.

Gojo and Shoko helped me pack all of my clothes and drove me to the airport. Throughout the entire car ride, Satoru was whining about me leaving. It was cute, to be honest. Satoru is my best friend, and I would miss him so much, so I just held his hand, calming him down.

“Satoru, we talked about this in the car. I'm coming back! And I promise to call you when I’m free!” I say this while pushing him off of me.

“It’s not enough! Who is gonna make me rasmalai when you are gone?" He proclaims, grabbing hold of my shoulders. Satoru loved my native cooking; Indian food was his new obsession, and the sweets? God. He was obsessed with Rasmalai and Gajar ka Halwa. And he only used to like it when they were made by my hands.

“Bro, the ones from the store are not as good as yours.”

“I’ll facetime you and teach you to make it, okay?” I sigh, caressing his face and smiling.

I move over to Shoko, who grins brightly when I hug her.

“I’m gonna miss you girly.” She says, pushing my glasses (Gojo’s gifted sunglasses) up my nose playfully.

“Me too, Shoko.” I whisper, kissing her cheek and pulling her in for one last hug.

The overhead speaker buzzed, and the announcer declared, “Flight GS831 is boarding; passengers, please head to the gate.”

I sigh and look at both of my friends for one last time. “I love you guys.”

At the same time, Satoru and Shoko both said, “We love you too.”

I smiled as tears welled up in my eyes and turned around, dragging my suitcase behind me and carrying my backpack.

In these 5 years, I will make a name for myself in England and when I come back, I will convince Suguru to start anew with me. To a new future.

And when I set my mind to something, I was hellbent on getting it fulfilled.

(Year 4 of Study, Oxford, England)

I was heading home after a long day of researching Kerr black holes at the astronomy observatory, and my neck was absolutely killing me. These past three days have been hell on earth. With finals coming and my thesis paper coming to a conclusion, life hasn’t been exactly easy.

I have been getting calls from Satoru, which really helps bring a laugh to my serious lifestyle. Shoko calls every now and then; she has been interested in the process of getting a biology degree to help with her role at Jujutsu Tech. Kento also calls every now and then. He goes on about Gojo’s annoying ass and how he misses my scolding towards him. He kept his promise of being there for me when I needed it and truly helped me ground myself on the most stressful days. and, of course, Suguru. He doesn't call as often as Satoru, but when he does, we go on for hours. He loves listening to my research and the things I find. It reminds both of us of our high school days, when we used to stargaze.

He had called me a couple of days ago, sounding more serious about his “new world.” I didn't say much about it because I knew that he wouldn't listen. But for some reason, the days after that call, were full of unspoken caution–or fear…

I opened the door to my apartment and headed to my study, dropping my backpack off before heading to my room for a hot shower. The winters in Oxford had their bite, and today was no exception. The feeling of the hot water on my body calmed my stressed muscles, and the tension in my head dimmed down. Stepping out, I did my skincare and moisturised my body thoroughly, especially in this winter. I headed to my bed and plopped down on it before opening my drawer and getting my iPad out to read The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins. I was deep into the book until I felt the buzzing of my phone underneath the blanket. Checking the caller, it was Satoru. He always face-timed, so I was confused as to why it was a normal call.

A feeling of foreign dread washed over me for no reason at all. I didn't even know why he was calling, but I knew it had to be something bad.

Hesitantly, I swiped over the button and picked up the call.

“Hello? Satoru?” I asked quietly.

I heard a sharp breath being taken by him. “Hey sweetcakes. Are you doing alright today?”

Satoru’s voice sounded so tired. It lacked his charm, and he was unusually calm.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine, you?” I ask.

“I want to say that I'm doing okay, but I'm really not.” He says, his voice breaking.

“Hey, hey. What's wrong?”

“It’s Suguru.”

There it was—that dreaded news.

“Wh-what about him, love?”

“H-he.” Satoru took a deep breath before continuing. “He tried taking one of my new students. It ended badly (Name).”

“How bad?” I ask.

“He’s gone (Name). I had to kill him…”

A chill passed over my body, and I froze in shock. My brain shut down, and I couldn't hear Satoru’s voice. His words floated around me, and I couldn't move. Not even a limb. My jaw clenched, and my tears blurred my eyes. A sob left my trembling lips, and Satoru stopped talking. Fat, warm tears dropped down my cheek and onto the screen of my iPad.

“(Name)? Hey.” Satoru said, sounding more concerned. “I'm here, okay, I'm here. I’m not going anywhere.”

I shook off my tears, and I focused on telling Satoru the truth.

“I-I’m okay, ‘Toru. I need to tell you something.”

“Take all the time you need.” He says, assuringly.

I sighed, wiping my tears, and sat up straight to tell him about the night before my flight.

“That night. After the party, he was there.”

"What?" He was taken aback.

“I tried to tell him to go away, but he wouldn't listen. I ended up having sex with him that night. He left the next morning before you two came. He has been calling me for some years, but rarely. I’m so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. ‘Toru, I really am."

There was some silence on the other side.

“Satoru, please. I’m so sorry, I can't explain-" My voice cracked as tears started building up again.

"(Name), I'm not mad. How could I be with my favourite girl? I trust you. I always will. No matter what, okay?” He declares, calming my racing heart down.

I sigh, the pressure dissipating from my body.

“Toru?” I ask.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you big man child,” I laugh, trying to distract myself from the pain of his death.

Satoru chuckles, understanding my way of distracting myself. “I love you too, sweetcakes.”

I giggle lightly and look towards the window, where a full moon looks at me.

“Hey, tell me about that time travel thing you texted me about.” He questioned.

I get up off the bed and walk over to my window, opening it to let the cold breeze in to cool off my body. I sat down on the long chair in front of it and put the phone on speaker, setting it down on the sill.

“What do you want to know about it?"

“Everything. Tell me everything," Satoru remarks.

“Tu pagal hai.” (You’re crazy) . I laugh, knowing he won't understand what I say. “How are you going to possibly..."

“Hey! Main pagal nahi hoon!” He says, shocking me with his Hindi. (I’m not crazy!)

“...Gojo Satoru… How the hell do you speak Hindi…?”

“I've been learning since you left; I even have a tutor online.”

“Holy shit…what's your CEFR level?"

“A2!” He bragged. “I’m trying to become fluent so we can gossip. I even learned some curse words hehe~.”

“Gojo Satoru. You never fail to surprise me. Although you do have an accent, I’m honestly really proud. But you still have 3 more Indian languages to learn and 5 more other ones before you can brag about how many you speak. And darling, Hindi ain't even my mother tongue.”

He gasps, “I know, but Guju is so hard, I would have started with your mother tongue but shit, it's deadly! I can’t read or write Hindi that well either. I still can’t believe how you speak nine languages! At least I'm trying you chudail (witch) !”

“CHUDAIL? ABE KAMINE, TERI AUKAD ME REH!” I yell, stunned by his words. (Witch? Hey you bastard, stay within your limits!)

Satoru makes his little devil laugh and continues teasing me. That night was calmer with him.

If he hadn't stayed and talked, I would have been destroyed by the news of my beloved’s death.

But I knew that when I returned home, I would have to come to his resting place. I knew that I would have to say goodbye. But it didn't mean that I would have to do it alone.

(Post PhD. Back Home, at Suguru Geto’s grave)

Satoru and I stood in front of Suguru’s grave, holding each other close. I had made it home and ended up staying at his condo because I dropped the lease on my apartment. We both needed each other, so we thought it was a smart decision to stay close.

I looked at the name on his stone and the epitaph below it. It read, “Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.” Latin for: “The stars incline us; they do not bind us.” I remember when I told him that. It was the first time we went meteor gazing for the Perseids shower. He liked that quote so much that he had it tattooed on his collarbone.

The warmth in my ears increased, and tears fell from my eyes. Satoru took note of this and pulled me closer to him by my waist.

Satoru kissed my temple and murmured into my ear, “I’ll be in the car. Take as much time as you need.”

I nodded stiffly, and he walked away, leaving me alone with Suguru.

All the memories of him and me came flashing before my eyes, and I fell to my knees, clutching my heart that belonged to him. The heart that he claimed.

“Suguru." I whispered to him, the wind carrying his name.

“How could you leave me like this?”

End Notes:

ehehe ehehehe~

i just love the idea of gojo's dumbass speaking hindi, i bet he learned all the curse words and says them to random ppl 💀

okay bye madarchods, love you guys 🤍🩵

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanfic #geto suguru #gojo satoru #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #indian oc/reader

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danddymaro · 1 year

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Reluctance | Kars x Reader

Another “Kars winning” theme cause why not?

he’s clearly obsessed w/ the reader.

no fluff, he’s a dick here.

Word count : 436

Reluctance

"Beg for my mercy," Kars says icily, and as he looks down at you from his towering height, your heaving chest ceases its movement.

You hold down a thick breath, your teeth pressed together tightly as you dig your fingers into dry dirt, your nails gathering the soil during your silent fury as you consider his words.

" - go on pet," he encourages, and it's a tone of mockery that stings.

Fresh blood soils his perfect form and as you bitterly eye it, you release a breath of defiance, the single word that leaves you striking him deeper than any of your attempted physical aggressions ever could.

If you had been no match for him before, you certainly weren't now that he's ascended higher.

And yet, you retained a stubborn streak, the only resistance you truly have,

"-No."

The very word nearly makes his sly smirk falter, moreso when you stand.

Your eyes spill sorrow, and yet you look up to him with a chin that doesn't know south.

He curses whatever power that binds him to you, whatever force it would be that has him as fascinated with you as he is scorned.

A hand comes down to you and reaches for your neck, and soon it presses over the vulnerable spot that's just over your windpipe as he leers down at you.

"-Wretched woman," he seethes.

It's over. He's gotten what he's wanted, and after, that precious stone of his was disregarded.

- Cast aside like nothing.

You were no different.

You were certain he'd kill you now, but you had no intention of suddenly groveling before him.

Instead, You smiled delicately, refusing to die miserably,

"You have what you want," you tell him, holding back just how petrified you really were.

"So just kill me now," you said while stepping closer, and you can feel his grip tighten by just a small percentage.

His fiery eyes gleam their dangerous hue as he looks upon you, and the deep scowl he wears slowly lightens as the seconds' roll by and he’s left with a sly smirk.

His hold loosens entirely, his hand traveling down to your navel, resting for a moment before his touch leaves you entirely.

During the travel, his touch ghosts over you, and it tickles too, riddled with goosebumps.

- But you make it a point to keep looking up to him, your gaze steady as you try to seem unaffected.

Your defiance is entertaining.

And your reluctance only pulls him in closer.

The way your eyes look up to his only serves him more amusement as he speaks,

"Teasing me only earns you my favor," he tells you.

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leucoratia · 1 year

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Leucoratia's ultimate JJBA fic recs

A/N: Here are all the jojo fics I ever reblogged as well as my AO3 favourites, they have passed peer review and I reccomend them all with my eyes closed! This masterlist will be updated as I read (so don't forget to check the original post on my blog, new fics might appear!)

My favourites ever will be highlighted in pink! Happy reading!

Gen :

-"Bruno Bucciarati's Guide to Motherhood" - Buccigang : "Some little stories about Mafia Mom and his six kids, featuring such classics as: “How many times can the kids say ‘Mom!’ in an hour,” “Maybe if I hide in the bathroom I can have five minutes of alone time,” and “No Stands at the dinner table!”

-"Rain in the Flower Garden" - Buccigang : After defeating Diavolo, Giorno discovers a new power and starts to put things back together. A story in which Giorno brings people back (angst)

-"Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" - Dio : "What would it take for Dio to fight on the side of the Joestar family? For Diavolo to serve society in a beneficial way? For Jotaro to actually be there for his daughter? An AU with a dark beginning and a wholesome ending." (Mudad, mind warnings)

-"Remember me as the sky" - Ceasar Zeppeli : "We'll do everything that'll make Lisa Lisa mad at us" Ceasar lives, at a cost.

Character x Character :

-"Catch of the Day" - Pirate!Avdol x Merman!Polnareff

-"Unbroken" - Esikars : "When an argument broke between Kars and Esidisi, a severe injury drives the Flame King away with the redhead infant. Through pain and betrayal, Esidisi struggles to come in terms of his role in Kars' life. And try to find something within him, which is unbroken."

-"When the Ancient Being Prayed" - Esikars (NSFW) : "After drifting into space aimlessly, Kars was reborn as a human being. As he readjusts himself to the present times, would he forget the past and moved on? But it's really hard with the hot historian who resembled his old lover."

Bruabba :

-"It Starts Like This" : bruno deals with epilepsy which has been caused by being undead (everyone lives AU, angst)

-"Gold room": An abridged history of Bruno Buccellati and Leone Abbacchio, told in ten parts. (Fix-it AU, relationship study)

-"Arm Candy": Leone Abbacchio is at rock bottom, so he might as well catch whatever he can reach to pull himself back up. When a stranger from the mafia offers Leone a job as his bodyguard Leone accepts it, but he has no idea Bruno Bucciarati is much more than a regular gangster, and that the job would turn out to be much stranger than Leone expected. (AU, T4T, mind warnings)

Caejose :

-"Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can" : "They say stand users attract other stand users, do you think it's true in other ways too?" Bruno and Leone get together and help eachother figure themselves out. (T4T, transitioning)

-"He wears a pair of silver wings" : What if there never were any vampires, pillarmen and red stone of Aja? What if Joseph and Ceasar were just two men on opposite sides in WW2, stranded together in the middle of the Alps?

-"The Ghost of Ceasar Zeppeli" "Caesar was content to guard over Joseph's family in the afterlife, he had no idea what that would entail"

-"A field of words I wish I would have said" : Jotaro comes to Joseph for advice, making him reminisce his time with Ceasar (angst, canon character death)

Jonadio :

-"The Convergence of Two Stars" (Les Misérables AU) : "Following a fight with this father, young Jonathan Joestar moves from his estate to the Gorbeau tenement, intent on making his own way in the world. Unbeknownst to him, his next door neighbour is someone whose fate is tied to his own through a shared past. Their meeting may be the catalyst to change the course of both their lives."

-"Rosa Sangue" : hanahaki, but the loved one is dead and the sufferer immortal

-"A little derring-do" : "Come now. Would you rather I go out and jump on some unlucky fellow in the streets? All because Jonathan Joestar couldn't give up some of his precious blood. So selfish, Jojo."

"I would rather you hadn't put on that mask at all," Jonathan chided. And yet, he raised a hand to trace one careful thumb over the sharp, sharp tip of Dio's fangs. He almost wanted to press just a little bit harder, enough to see the skin split open and spill red. (Blood drinking, midly dubious consent, frottage)

Jotakak:

-"Twisted Love" - Jotakak: "Noriaki Kakyoin has been in love with his best friend for years. The only problem? Nothing has changed, and it seems like the best course of action would be to just forget about it and move on. The catch? He has to pretend to be his boyfriend for a game show." (fake dating, undercover as a couple, slow burn, fluff and angst... best Jotakak fic I've ever read)

-"In water" - Jotakak (mind warnings) : "Broken, battered, barely clinging to life, Kakyoin wakes up in the ICU after Egypt with one thought on his mind: he has to survive, because important people are waiting for him"

-"Watching for the Tide" - Jotakak (transfem Joot <3) : "Before stands, before Dio, it had been easy for Jotaro Kujo to hide that she was a girl, but with her soul displayed as Star Platinum—huge, powerful, and definitely a woman—it was becoming harder to ignore."

Diavolo :

-"Moonchild" - Diavolo & Doppio: where Doppio deals with an "intruder" in his appartment, whose only misgiving is drawing children's drawings everywhere and messing up (character study, Diavolo's wounded inner child. All of this author's jojo fics are really great)

-"He'll find him waiting like a lonesome king" - Diadop (NSFW) : Diavolo finds a way to meet doppio face to face, but only temporarily

-"Double" - Diadop (beware warnings) : "In the beginning, they were only Them. From the moment of their birth, they were Two, and they had no name for Themselves, and they needed none. They watched from behind their eyes, and they smiled and laughed at each other’s passing thoughts, and they cried from the same hunger and reached for the same bottle. Their selves were driven only by simple thoughts; instinct, need, care- and so there was no disagreement; to be two was as natural as to breathe, to drink, to cry."

-"The Healing Power of Nothing" - Diavolo & Trish : "While Diavolo was trapped in the death loop, Trish learns about her father's fate and convinces Don Giovanna to release him from his torment. Upon release, Diavolo is left a paranoid wreck, keeping himself sheltered from the outside in fear of dying again. Dying multiple times enabled him to reflect on his past actions, wishing to start over but is aware he is worthy of forgiveness. Trish on the other hand, wants a father in her life again is willing to give him that second chance."

-"Vae Victis" - Diavolo/Giorno (NSFW, mind warnings) : "At the 15 year anniversary of Giorno's ascent to Don of Passione, Bruno convinces Giorno to pull Diavolo from the death loop."

Giorno Giovanna:

-"Baby mine" -Giorno & Buccigang : Giorno is hit by an enemy stand which causes him to regress to his newborn state. He must grow older again while his friends turn into family. (angst, found family, past child abuse)

-"The child of god" - Mudad : A universe in which Dio comes for his son

-"My devil / my darling" - Mudad : Dio is dead. But that doesn't mean that it will stop him from visiting his son in his dreams...or rather nightmares. Dio takes it upon himself to be Giorno's sleep paralysis demon.

-"Ripped Out" - Giorno & Buccigang : "Abbacchio gets sent on a simple mission with his least favorite Passione member. Even after defeating the boss, his irritation towards Giorno hasn’t completely faded. But what if the “perfect” teen gets hurt?" (warning: OW)

-"Still Learning" - Giorno & Buccigang: "They winked. And then, suddenly, there was a child standing right before them in his pyjamas, looking for all the world as though he had been pulled out of bed"

-"Blood Runs Thicker" - Mudad : "Should they prove themselves worthy of their birthright, he would ensure his sons their rightful place as a part of his eternal legacy. He hoped, for their individual sakes, they would do so."

-"Sunlight" - Mudad: "It was the first few rays of morning that woke Dio, along with Giorno’s squirming. Dio wasn’t exactly a morning person--he preferred staying up into the late hours of the night if he chose to extend his day, not waking up early. Unfortunately for him, his son was, often waking up right before or after sunbreak. Whatever internal clock his little body ran on, it was determined to have Dio up every morning before 7am, which in his very professional and official legal opinion, should be a crime."

-"You are someone I have loved but never known" - Mudad : Dio's spirit visits his son. A story of fatherhood, trauma, and catharsis, told through years of dreams of Giorno Giovanna.

-"Son of the Tiger" - Mudad : Dropping by Dio's awful mansion to deliver a report, Hol Horse meets someone unexpected.

-"Belgian chocolate" - Mudad : Dio and Giorno are at home, chillin' like villains. An old friend (and a new one!) drops by. (No warnings, same timeline as Son of The tiger)

X Reader :

-"Rekindled Meetings" -Mer!Jotaro x Reader : y/n reunites with their estranged mermaid best friend after a storm

-helpimhyperfixating's jotaro x reader masterlist

-"JJBa & You : fall dates edition" - Bruno, Abbaccchio, Gyro, Jotaro, Josuke, Diadop, Diego, Giorno, Kakyoin, Poly! Caesar & Joseph

-"Foolish Games" - Bucciarati x reader : “Excuse me, think I’ve mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn.“ (warnings: death, part 5 spoilers, soft nsfw)

-"A glimpse of Us" - Bucciarati x reader : Dating and sex work requires communication, something you and Bucciarati learn the hard way. (NSFW)

-"Cassandra Gemini : Multiple Spouse Wounds" - Dio x reader : in which you are a prostitue who has known Dio for many years. This is the story of your first and your last meetings (NSFW)

-"Several nightcaps later" - Abbacchio x reader (NSFW): "Abbacchio's unresolved issues and drinking habit have taken a severe toll on his sex life. After learning about jerk-off-instruction, he comes to you with his problem. You're more than happy to help."

-"The Altar" - Diavolo x reader (NSFW, demon!diavolo, non-con elements): "You find the source of a strange blight in your pumpkin patch. However, nothing could prepare you for what you encounter there."

-"The Domestic Diavolo Chronciles" - Diavolo x reader (domestic fluff)

-"Bratty's Kink compendium" - jojo x reader : NSFW oneshort request compliation. Basically kink heaven (mind warnings)

#x reader #bruabba #caejose #esikars #jotakak #mudad #diavolo jojo #fic recs #masterpost #giorno giovanna #jonadio

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yachiblanca · 2 years

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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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tarotwithlove · 1 year

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pac ⋆ if your life were a movie...

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit

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☆ GROUP ONE

cards pulled ⋆ ace of wands (reversed), ace of wands, the sun (reversed), five of wands (genre – action / fantasy), relationship – eight of pentacles (reversed), knight of swords (reversed), wheel of fortune (reversed), the empty fool, the pain fool: face your pain, inspiration, psychic abilities

channelled songs ⋆ moon by everglow · blinking game by jonghyun · lost in the citadel by lil nas x

while you would not be the main character, you would be integral to the movie. that is to say that, rather than the character who runs into battle, you would be the character who sits on the sidelines and imparts spiritual guidance to them and the hero’s party. in your secret fortress, hidden from all in the world who are not worthy, your magic, spiritual wisdom, and psychic abilities make sure that the hero completes their questin this movie, your spiritual path would be more important to you than love and relationships.

you would have had a string of misfortune in this department, as many of your love interests are either unsatisfied with the solitary life you lead or are intimidated by your magical power. you have, as a result, resigned yourself to being single and to being devoted to your spirituality above all else. the particular relationship that hurt you the most in this world is a forbidden one.

you and your person were torn apart because of this, and you have, since, felt like love was completely out of reach. that no one else could ever be your match like this person was.

hey there, group one ♡ if your life was a movie, it would be an action fantasy, filled with action, magic and adventure!

your character will experience a significant arc in being made to recognise whether you live your solitary life out of choice, or out of the perception of choice that comes about after experiencing a lot of pain. because your character will have experienced a lot of pain. you have lost loved ones to the world in which you live and while it has made you ever kinder it has also caused you to withdraw from the world out of an attempt at protection and self-preservation.

the energy is quite tower-heavy. in and out of the movie, as a person and as a character, know that change always occurs for the utmost best. it is not something for you to fear. this lesson is another one that your character will have to battle with throughout their overall arc.

☆ GROUP TWO

cards pulled ⋆ seven of cups (reversed), the world (reversed), the fool (reversed), nine of swords (reversed), eight of wands (reversed), four of cups (reversed), ten of pentacles (reversed), seven of swords (reversed); the respect fool: respect the natural flow, the fear fool: laugh at your fears (reversed), the tear fool: your tears heal your soul (reversed), commitment, willpower

channelled songs ⋆ light bulb by nct u · the 7th sense by nct u · elevator by jonghyun

hey there, group two ♡ if your life was a movie it would be one that was more about the characters, feelings and emotions it evoked, rather than the plot. a movie that does not neatly fit into any boxed genres such as “romance” or “coming-of-age” or “drama”, but that intermingles all of these things into a beautiful exploration of the human identity.

think of films by wong kar wai, of days of being wild, of the before trilogy, of house of hummingbird, of and so we put goldfish in the pool—which all may be movies that either resonate with you or that could be healing to you if you were to watch them. these movies are snapshots of life. as painful and cathartic to the viewer as it is beautiful. and that is the kind of movie that your life would be.

your movie would be almost entirely self-contained, with your character barely venturing out of the same handful of spots. and while your world may feel small to you as the main character of this movie, it would not feel so to the viewer, who is so enthralled by your story and how you mirror every feeling, emotion, thought they have ever had. in fact, you may have heavy or prominent aquarius and/or virgo placements that lead to you being a sort of mirror for those who interact with or perceive you.

it is the kind of movie that people would describe as “healing” or “comforting”. it will not have a clear ending, but it will leave people feeling hopeful for the hope that you, as a character, will be filled with once it is done. and yes, there are no hard resolutions, and the sadness lingers, and there are obstacles to yet be overcome, but that does not bog your character down.

your character ends their movie standing on the cusp of the glorious new. and the central message of your movie will be to love your life as it comes, to enjoy it, to grasp it while it is here—to do so even through all the healing and difficulty. to find some peace and some way to come to yourself at the end of the day.

☆ GROUP THREE

cards pulled ⋆ page of wands (reversed), the empress, three of cups, three of pentacles, the world, the fool, nine of pentacles; the crazy fool: get in touch with what you want and need, and make it your top priority, the truth fool: be honest, the deceit fool: trust your intuition (reversed), home, finding, friendship

channelled songs ⋆ for the lovers by whitney houston · river by maya b · friday i’m in love by the cure

hey there, group three ♡ your movie begins with an end and ends with a beginning! your movie begins with the end of a serious relationship, one that you devoted many years of your life to.

this end will leave you feeling adrift, depressed, and hopeless, and in an attempt to not only lift your spirits but to help you reconnect with yourself as a person your friends will choose to heavily involve themselves in your healing journey. and, in classic rom-com or chick-flick style, will surprise you with the trip of your dreams, whisking you away to a party island or island resort.

you will spend the movie trying to find yourself again, outside of this relationship. remembering your likes and dislikes, your hobbies, your joys; remembering who you are as a person.

this movie would be fun to the max. a real feel-good movie, in many ways like “mamma mia!”. the scenes of you and your friends club-hopping, partying, and enjoying the single-life will be balanced beautifully with meaningful conversations, revelations, and tears. lots of tears.

it is slow going, my love, the healing that you experience in this movie, but that is what makes it worthwhile. break-ups are painful, but they can also be beautiful for showing you who is actually there for you.

friendship is the theme for you in your movie. relationships are the absolute furthest thing from your mind, with you and your friends saying “fuck you” to relationships while doing shots or hanging out on the beach.

and that is when love is going to sneak up on you. on many of your friends as well. you’re all going to be celebrating being single and independent one day, and the next one of you is going to run into someone she likes, then another, then another, then another. even though you are incredibly attracted to this new person, you, in particular, are going to be quite adverse to it, after the pain you have just experienced. but, in the spirit of being of vacation, you and your friends agree that a fling is not only fun but needed!

and sure, it will start out as a fling. but then you’ll notice the lines around his eyes when he laughs, the way he listens so attentively when you speak, the way he’s gentle with you like your ex never was, the way your heart races when you see him, and the excitement that courses through you at the very thought of him. then one night, cuddled up on the beach, the noise of the party finding its way to you even at the distance you’ve created, you’ll look over and realise you’re in love. fuck.

the night before you leave, he confesses to you and you let out the biggest sigh that’s half “thank god it isn’t just me” and half “where do we go from here”.

and this is where the first movie end, with that uncertainty of what’s going to happen to the both of you as you go your separate ways. but being at peace because you two are in love and willing to make it work. it ends with hope.

i’m so surprised that i’ve just been writing without realising for so long. your life as a movie… group three… wow. it really inspires the inner romantic in me. your love story will not end here, however, and have a second movie that will look into how you two navigate your long distance relationship.

there will be a lot of love here, but it will be compounded by the obstacles of not only a new relationship but the distance between you.

your love perseveres, and you will make this work, you are both determined. you are reunited early on in the movie, and the movie follows your ups and downs, and eventual proposal. (you say “yes” by the way). and of course we have to have a third movie that follows your wedding and the drama around that, but i won’t get into that now!

#**#tarot #pac #pick an image #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarotblr #witchblr #tarot community #tarotcommunity #tarot reading #free tarot reading

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thornybubbles · 11 months

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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.”

------

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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