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starry-snippets · 1 year

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having a sleepover w/ the crusaders!

sleepover + the crusaders (separate + group)

cw: platonic + romantic content, sfw, gender neutral reader

jotaro

☆ you’re probably going to watch cruddy reality tv. you’ll both make fun of the participants stupidity, jotaro actively snickering at your remarks before making his own quips. also partial to nature (mainly aquatic) documentaries but won’t force you to watch those if they aren’t your thing!

☆ would take a bit of time before you guys actually begin cuddling. if you initiate it cuddling will happen earlier, but if you wait for him he’ll be worried you’re not ready and possibly overthink because he’s scared of making you uncomfortable. star platinum will probably try to cuddle you before jotaro himself does, and when he sees you grab his face and kiss his nose and star platinum happily repeating “ora” jotaro knows you’re okay with him holding you since you’re joyfully wrapped in star platinum ☆ will happily play games with you but doesn’t want you to know he’s borderline eager to after only getting to play with kakyoin for a while and you’re a nice change of game style and pace ☆ would act like he doesn’t care if you sleep in the bed with him or not but if you make a joke about going to ask another crusader if you could share the bed to avoid the floor he’ll defensively say they won’t be that nice and says you can sleep with him i guess. good grief ☆ before you fall asleep you’ll be talking to each other and it’ll be a time where jotaro really goes on a tangent about the things he likes most. there’s something about the privacy of being alone with you and his tired mind being reassured by the person he loves. he feels the most comfortable offering his interests to you in the night

kakyoin

☆ you’re playing games together! be them video games (he’s partial to racing games) or a board game, either way a good few hours will be spent playing various games ☆ once you get over any possible awkwardness at touching each other you are cuddling the entire time. hierophant green is getting in on this too - he’ll wrap his tendrils around you whenever kakyoin gets up to get anything and if you tease kakyoin about it he’ll be so red ☆ you’re going to be crafting with hierophant green most definitely. he likes to give you the prettiest emeralds he makes and with the rejects you’ll string them together to make necklaces, bracelets, anything really for the stand. hierophant will be elated to get anything from you and wrap himself around you, causing kakyoin to smile and blush with happiness about the two most important aspects of him bonding positively ☆ kakyoin will worry obscenely about sleeping arrangements. he want’s you to sleep with him so you can cuddle and being with you during the night calms him, but he wouldn’t ever force that on you. if you propose that he’ll be so relieved and excited to say yes ☆ make kakyoin, you, and hierophant matching bracelets it’ll make everyone involved SO happy. kakyoin will look at it when he’s trying to sleep but is feeling restless and be put at ease when he sees the sporadic shine of the glow in the dark heart beads you used

polnareff

☆ is foaming at the mouth nearly to cuddle you but won’t until you confirm that’s what you want! and if you never do he’ll respect that ☆ likes to watch corny romcoms and stupid comedies. strikes me as someone to watch the jackass movies. sorry. he’ll want to watching something to laugh hysterically at or something that’ll make his eyes tear up from how sweet it is despite being cliche ☆ would play games if you wanted him to! isn’t very high on his priority list however ☆ a long bit of the time would be spent with you two talking to each other, his arms wrapped around you if that is okay with you while you chat. conversation will range from stupid jokes to serious issues, then spiral back to something mundane when polnareff says something silly ☆ will hold you so tightly through the night. if you need to wake up to use the bathroom that sucks. he’s scared of you leaving him and he’s possibly having a nightmare - so please stay in his arms until you can really reassure him you’re here to stay

avdol

☆ you’re going to spend a lot of time making conversation and enjoying each other’s company. in each other arms or simply in the same room, either is fine with avdol. he just loves the sound of your voice and hearing you ramble about whatever’s on your mind

☆ will do anything you want to during the sleepover. board games? he’s not an avid player but he’ll learn the rules. video games? he’s not the best, but he’ll try! movies? he’d be down for just about anything, but it’s not surprising to gravitate towards true-crime movies/shows with him ☆ he’ll give you a tarot reading if you’d like and be so honored and gleeful if you actively enjoy/engage with his practices. you don’t have to pretend to be interested, but he’ll really appreciate if you did show any bit of interest in this large part of him ☆ avdol would be entirely down with sharing the bed with you! he’ll offer without the same sort of nerves that kakyoin, jotaro, aand polnareff have, as he’s a bit more mature and experienced in terms of asking and initiating physical connection. magician’s red will also always be touching you - sitting by you, trying to sit on you - he just wants to be close to you like avdol is! ☆ he wouldn’t fall asleep until you have, and if you’ll struggling to fall asleep he’ll do anything he can to help you fall asleep! what a guy <3

joseph *platonic*

☆ is literally so goofy. that’s all you need to know. but i’ll elaborate. he’s still very much youthful despite his age and that’s clear in how he behaves

☆ he’ll play board games, not exactly enjoying video games but will give them a shot. very much “teaching an old dog new tricks” however, so not the most fun at first. once he gets the basics and your competitive nature’s kick in it’s a true competition ☆ will watch the lowest rated movies ever just to make fun of and laugh at them. this happens to be a lot of low budget, small animated movies and free films on streaming platforms. he wants to laugh and poke fun at things and he’ll love if you added your own comedic comments to whatever is on ☆ totally down to do face masks and paint your nails! will actually love to do those things. he looks great for his age and he’s biting at the bib to share how he’s kept his skin nice! ☆ he’ll make sure you have what you need for bed before he gets ready to sleep himself, worried that you’ll be anxious to ask the other crusaders. very much trying to look after you

all

☆ at the beginning there’s fighting about what to do. kakyoin wants to play games, polnareff wants to watch a jackass film, jotaro wants to go someone quiet cause everyone’s pissing him off already, avdol is with jotaro just about, and joseph is picking out which shade of pink for you to paint his nails ☆ kakyoin ends up caving to polnareff because of his continued pestering about watching a movie. you don’t want to watch jackass though and neither does anyone else, so you meet in the middle and put on a low budget animated (for joseph to make fun of the animation) movie about fish (for jotaro) who like to dance (so polnareff can laugh at the poor guys ): ☆ during the movie you’re painting joseph’s nails the hot pink he decided on while pointing out the inaccuracies in the fish’s anatomy with jotaro. he’s actually bothered by how messed up their proportions are due to poor animating and also a lack of research. kakyoin pats him on the back, bummed that polnareff annoyed him into caving. kakyoin does end up liking the bad film though because it was hilarious ☆ you convince avdol to let you paint his nails red, which made polnareff jealous so you got to paint his nails silver, then kakyoin got his nails painted green to match hierophant, and when you asked jotaro if you could paint his he just groaned his catchphrase before extending his spread hands. you painted his black, giving all of them a star of glitter on their middle nails (f☆ck you dio!) joseph paints one hand [color] but does a bad job so kakyoin takes over, doing better than you would’ve guessed! ☆ next conflict occurs when you’re deciding what to eat for dinner. no one can agree on what to order. polnareff wants something new, joseph wants something familiar, kakyoin and jotaro literally don’t care, and avdol is about to just order for himself since mediating isn’t working. you end up just ordering several pizzas with joseph’s card and he’s not upset, just glad you got everyone to stop bickering and satisfying the conflicting wants of the crusaders ☆ after eating you play games with kakyoin and jotaro, absolutely demolishing them in a dating sim and then getting your butt handed to you in a racing game. kakyoin will tease you about how “you can beat them in the race of winning hearts but not on the actual road” which cracks you up. jotaro has fun watching you two be silly while he keeps his equally fun remarks to himself simply to enjoy what’s happening now ☆ you sit out the next race because polnareff suggests whoever wins the next race gets to share the sleeping space with you. kakyoin agrees under the guise he just wants to beat polnareff, while jotaro uses the same seemingly innocent motive. really they both want to spend the time alone with you ☆ kakyoin wins using similar tricks to when he fought younger d’arby, surprising jotaro slightly and making polnareff whine. he’s bummed he’s lost but it’s also a bet so he concedes after a load of complaint. jotaro compliments kakyoin’s playing and clever moves, the two having civil conversation about the game and jotaro learns a new trick for his next race ☆ the bet totally didn’t matter cause you’re all going to sleep in the same room with your own futon (despite joseph’s complaining) which relieves everyone but also makes you laugh ☆ the night’s been eventful so your eyelids are heavy, but you find yourself unable to sleep with how exciting the sleepover’s been. you’re glad you’ve met all of them and you think back on why you appreciate them. you open your eyes after a while of contemplation in the dark to see everyone not in their futons. heading to the main room you see them all to their own devices. you head to them, ready to not let sleep consume you despite being sleepy in favor of their company

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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head builder!polnareff whos serious about his job and makes sure his men’s work ethic is top-par. head builder!polnareff who treats all his clients with utmost respect unless it’s you. head builder!polnareff who wolf-whistles at you once you pass by underneath the scaffolding of the new build. head builder!polnareff who yelps and hollers for you to “give him some eye candy” despite him knowing you’re the site manager. head builder!polnareff who confuses the other builders about why usually stoic and serious you is so lenient with the man.

head builder!polnareff who you light heartedly flip off from below because he’s normally a crass man — which you know — he’s been one of your most stable and reliable construction contractor for years. but one day you buy head builder!polnareff up on that offer as he pops his into your portable onsite office to piss you off.

“merde!…”

head builder!polnareff would be a spluttering mess as you kneel onto your office floor behind your desk and slowly run your mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. head builder!polnareff would have one hand cupping your cheek whilst his other arm lays over his eyes.

just as head builder!polnareff is about to cum, one of his men walk in to ask where you are, something about clearing off time. head builder!polnareff; with his face beet red and clearly dishevelled tries his best to act natural — despite unnaturally sitting in your office chair and looking like he was about to explode. but as you continue to suck at his cock whilst also massaging at his balls, head builder!polnareff is unable to contain his orgasm from pushing over him.

“t-t-t-t-they said they’ll— fuck!”

head builder!polnareff thrashes himself face forwards onto your desk as he cums down the canals of your throat, a suppressed groan leaving his mouth as tries his best to shoo off the builder who’s highly concerned for his sudden reaction.

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inkpot909 · 6 months

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Fluff Alphabet: Jotaro Kujo

↳ Reader is written as gender neutral and was previously a part of the trip to Egypt.

A/n: I’ve always wanted to write an alphabet list! And who better to write one for than my favorite marine biologist? I hope y’all enjoy and remember to take care of yourselves. <3

Warning(s): A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it innuendo. Mentions of blood and canon-typical swearing. Very light angst.

(A)ffection - How affectionate is he? How does he show affection?

Let’s face it, the phrases “Jotaro Kujo” and “lovey-dovey” don’t mix.

He didn’t rank high on the affectionate scale, at least, not at the beginning of your relationship.

Instead of being openly affectionate, his main method of expressing his feelings during the beginning was to spend lots of quality time with you. Attached at the hip, he followed you around everywhere.

Another way he expressed his affection was by… introducing or referring to you as his boyfriend/girlfriend?

You still remember the first time you’d met his mother. He brought you home one day, standing a good foot or two to your left. His arms were firmly planted in his pockets, while you awkwardly had to listen to him bluntly say “This is who I’m dating.”

That was his idea of romance.

Jotaro’s come a long way since; it’s a matter of time for him. Quality time is still a large part of his love language, no question, but after settling into the relationship he’ll get the hang of it.

Specifically, he’s more knowledgeable on what you like best and that will certainly shine through in his actions.

This is especially true in private, where he’ll show a side of himself that’s genuinely sweet and more inclined to be physically affectionate.

(B)eauty - What does he admire about you? What does he think is beautiful about you?

Your personal drive and motivations are two things he deeply admires about you!

Specifically, your passions make you incredibly special in his eyes. And this is true regardless of where those motivations lie. If you are passionate in your career, or even about your hobbies, he’ll be sure to take notice.

Whether it’s the way your face lights up when the topic is even slightly mentioned, or the expression of complete focus when knee-deep in whatever it is that compels you to move forward, it can honestly leave him speechless.

He’s a great support as well. Vocally and bluntly expressing a unwavering belief in you. He does this more often if you harbor any insecurities towards your passions as well.

Physically speaking, he adores your eyes the most.

The amount of times he’s drowned himself in the vast ocean contained within your irises is uncountable. It’s grounding, comforting, and will likely never fail to make his heart flutter.

His staring is a constant in your relationship. During the platonic stage, the beginning of you dating, and all throughout your years of marriage.

(C)omfort - How would he help you when feeling down/having a panic attack/etc.?

Much like with displaying affection, Jotaro’s going to be rather shit at this in the beginning.

Where it differs, however, is that his attempts at making you feel better were likely the first signs of his deeper feelings towards you.

As the journey to Egypt developed, so did both of your understanding of one another. Namely, he was rather curt and dismissive towards you initially. This behavior probably led you to try and avoid him, whether it was done shyly or with a more vocal pushback against his actions.

Regardless, stand attacks were the catalyst of you realizing he actually cares for you. More specifically, during the fight against Steely Dan. It didn’t matter to him that Joseph’s life was on the line, if the bastard so much as got to close, you were having to hold Jotaro back from becoming violent.

Comforting you while dealing with mental or emotional hurtles is something he approaches far more awkwardly.

When you first began going out, he would grow silent and sit next to you as you let out your emotions. He’s always been a good listener, certainly, but that was pretty much it.

As he matures, he’ll find the- although limited -right words to say. Not only that, but if you want to cling to him, feel free to do so.

If you’re going through a panic attack, his response depends on the situation. If it’s during/because of a battle, he leaves comforting you to someone else while he dives head-first into the fight.

If it’s not during such a dire situation, he will pull you close (unless it’s already been made clear that will only heighten your distress).

Jotaro will encourage you to meet his gaze, and follow his deep breaths as best you can. He will always be calm, and prioritizes you relaxing before discussing the source of your panic attack after the fact.

(D)ance - Does he like to dance with you? How good of a dancer is he?

No way in hell.

It won’t matter how many times you, whine, beg, or bargain. The most you’ll ever get from him is the tapping of his foot or gentle nod of his head in the car.

Try not to take it personally!

In general, Jotaro just doesn’t dance. It’s not for him. He doesn’t even know if he’s got naturally good rhythm (he doesn’t) because he just… never does it.

The first time you ever danced with him is on your wedding day.

Marrying the love of your life in of itself is enough to make your heart swell. But the fact that he danced with you, in front of friends and family no less, made the ceremony magical. And his steady movements, as well as how tenderly he held you to him, took your breath away.

The fact that he asked his mother to show him how to slow dance, practicing for weeks beforehand, is something he’s taking to the grave.

(E)xcitement - How does he act when he’s excited? What excites him?

The world must’ve stopped turning; the sun is falling down from the sky. Pigs are outside flying through the air as if they’ve been doing so for centuries.

Jotaro Kujo’s smiling unprompted.

No, seriously, you can tell he’s anticipating something when the tiniest of smiles plays on his lips for no immediate reason. Generally, he also seems less annoyed at the world when he’s feeling excited.

Those are good enough indicators on their own, but there’s also the fact that he talked your ear off about whatever it is he’s looking forward to the night prior.

“Talked your ear off,” by the way, translates to mumbling out no more than four sentences on the matter.

If you were anyone else, they likely wouldn’t notice a difference. But you do, knowing Jotaro better than he knows himself at times.

Achievements and advancements within his career is what often excites him as an adult. A rare visit from an old-friend such as Polnareff is also bound to put him in a good mood. And finally returning home from a long trip away is bound to make his eyes shine.

When he was still a young delinquent, these reactions were policed to the point where he hardly expressed such things in front of you. But after mellowing out, it’s heartwarming to see more genuine displays of his emotions.

(F)uture - What are his plans for the future? Does he see himself getting married, having kids?

Before you, even getting into a romantic relationship wasn’t on his mind at all.

So it’s more likely that you’re the first to bring things up like marriage or children, then he’ll begin to seriously consider it. If he realizes his wants and needs for the future on his own, you’re still what’s going to be on his mind front and center.

For him, his mind is focused on one thing at a time.

After marrying, he’ll one day think to himself, Huh, usually the next step is having kids. Then he’ll contemplate it, wondering if that’s what he wants.

Jotaro’s the type of individual that never saw such a thing for himself out of youthful disinterest.

But as he grew up and found his relationship with you to be the most important thing in his life, he discovered he truly does wish to have a nuclear family.

It scares him a little, even with your ability as a stand user.

He knows all too well that there are plenty of people that want his head for the conflict in Egypt. It’s something you both have invested a lot of time in investigating side-by-side.

But at the end of the day, his trust in you and knowledge that you’re more powerful as a unit that eventually pushes those worries out of the picture.

And ultimately, what’s important to you becomes important to him. So, although he certainly comes to envision settling down and having a family with you, how you feel on the matter is the final word in his eyes.

(G)ifts - What does he give you as presents? How often does he give gifts?

Birthdays, Christmas, Valentine’s Day and anniversaries is pretty much the only time he gives gifts.

Despite not doing it often, he’s attentive enough and knows you to the point where he’s become quite good at it. He’s not afraid to spend a generous amount of money on you either.

And what his gifts lack in frequency, he certainly makes up for in memory.

Jotaro Kujo never forgets a date. The thought of reminding him doesn’t ever pass through your brain because he’s so consistent with it.

He smartly plans ahead on top of that. Meaning, even if he orders you a gift to be delivered to the house, it will always arrive on time. And if it doesn’t, it’s never on him that it didn’t.

(H)old - How does he hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

Holding hands has long been his preferred (and only) form of PDA.

Especially when you were younger and still dating, it was a statement to everyone around you. That yes, you’re both taken and happy to be together.

By the time you both mature into the relationship, it’s already an established habit. Now, he simply does it because he loves you and is happily aquatinted with your fingers intertwined with his.

Yes, part of him still wants everyone to know. But he cares a lot less about his reputation at this point in his life.

When cuddling, he mainly likes holding you close to him rather than it being the other way around. Having your head rest on his chest provides him a sense of comfort that’s irreplaceable.

That said, there are times when he’d like to lean on you or plant his head in your lap. It’s usually after a long, stressful day that he’ll seek out such a thing.

After dinner is usually time for you both to curl up, snuggled together in front of the TV. During the weekend, when neither of you are busy, you’ll find yourselves clinging to each other during the afternoon as well.

He doesn’t much care for cuddling you in bed, though. Jotaro likes to stretch out in his sleep and not be locked into on position the whole night.

“I cuddled with you all day, why would you need me to do it now when I’m trying to sleep?”

Although, if you’ve had a particularly rough day or if you haven’t seen one another for a while, he’ll bring you into his arms at night. Bending his legs forward, he’ll tangle them with yours as he spoons you.

(I)deal - What’s his ideal date like?

Heh, any date with you is ideal, babyboy/babygirl.

Jokes aside, he really doesn’t give a shit.

Planning dates with him may make you want to pull your hair out. He doesn’t care- whatever you want to do works for him.

You want to go out to eat? Fine with him, he’s getting hungry anyways. Want to go watch a movie? No problem; he’ll even pay for your ticket. Or would you rather stay in, curl up together in bed reading beside one another? Perfect, as long as he’s sitting close.

Jotaro doesn’t really understand why you may grow sick of always having to pick, and you’ll likely have to explain it to him.

Whenever he does make plans, it’s almost always something you’ve done together before and therefore is confident you’ll enjoy yourself.

His one no-go for a date is going to an amusement park.

Everything is way overpriced, the lines are too long, and the obnoxious kids littered around the place will set back his desire to have children for years.

(J)ealousy - Does he get jealous easily? How does he handle it?

When you were dating- absolutely.

Not only was he a little more insecure about the future of your relationship, but he also felt the need to keep up his tough-guy persona.

It has always been extremely rare for him to get violent due to jealousy, though.

Instead, he grew dangerously quiet and wrapped an arm around your shoulders protectively.

That said, he wasn’t ever opposed to getting violent. If it ever got to the point where someone was explicitly hitting on you in front of him, one glance at the uncomfortable look on your face, and he’s not afraid to start throwing around vague threats.

In adulthood, and once married, he feels less inclined to posture.

If someone’s hitting on you, he’s more likely to approach the situation calmly and make a point to introduce himself as your husband.

Having a naturally intimidating face doesn’t often lead to others pushing it.

And when he gets jealous in later years, he’s simply going to wait patiently until you get home. Not exactly grow silent like he used to, but shoot you knowing glances instead.

He waits until your both home before doing anything outright. That’s when he’ll grab your hand and lead you to the bedroom. Of course, he knows by now that you love him, but a night of reminding you how much you mean to him certainly doesn’t hurt…

(K)isses - How does he like to kiss you? How often does he kiss you?

For the first month into the relationship, he’d settle for merely kissing you on the cheek.

He’d plant one there, quickly moving away in order to tug the brim of his hat down and cover his face.

You’re likely the one to have instigated the first kiss with him. He didn’t know how to approach; didn’t know how to ask.

After that threshold was broken, he easily prefers on-the-mouth kisses.

Jotaro will still give you kisses on the cheek from time to time, especially in front of family or friends as to not push it PDA wise.

But he’ll likely give you a kiss on the mouth, even if brief, at least once a day. It’s usually after he or you arrive home from work, greeting you with the affectionate action.

Or he’ll give you a quick kiss goodnight before the both of you settle into bed.

Plus, he’s naturally always been a pretty good kisser. Talented bastard.

(L)ove - How does he show you he loves you?

By being a constant presence in your life.

“I’m here, aren’t I? Of course I love you,” he tells you, as if it’s a no-brainer.

He won’t say it out loud, but it’s not just the fact that he’s there, it’s how. Jotaro is very much a show rather than tell type of man.

Acts of service is the primary love language he expresses.

He does your laundry for you unprompted, and in fact, takes care of a lot of the household duties without you needing to ask. He knows you very well, and thus takes care of tasks you know you’ll appreciate not having to do.

He doesn’t make a point of it either. Jotaro rarely boasts about doing such things, and often you’re left to find out on your own.

His deep trust in you is also a way you know he loves you.

With knowing one another for as long as you have, the bond is impossibly strong. Jotaro doesn’t think twice before informing you about his struggles, big or small. Not because he expects you to solve all his problems, but because he values transparency.

(M)elt - What do you do that absolutely makes him melt?

When you respond to his emotions without him needing to say a word, Jotaro’s heart warms.

This once again ties in with how well you know each other.

You’re so good at reading him that he sometimes tricks himself into thinking you may be able to read his mind.

He mentioned it once offhandedly, not even meaning to say it out loud. You’re lighthearted reaction was a little embarrassing for him, but it’s a cherished memory for you.

Not only that, but the fact that you get along seamlessly with his mother honestly brings him a sense of joy he cannot describe.

The only thing he can to think to say on the matter is that family’s important to him. The implication of the statement is implied: You being able to get along with his mother and extended family as well has him melting on the spot.

Bonus points if you’re good with kids too. Namely because Jotaro… is not.

(N)icknames - What does he call you, and what does he like being called?

Not really one for giving pet names, he simply calls you by your name or a preferred nickname.

On rare occasions, when he’s feeling particularly teasing or playful, he’ll call you ‘honey.’ Those moments are few and far between, though.

Other than that, it’s usually just your name he sticks with.

After growing up, and especially after receiving his degree, not many people still refer to him as JoJo. He doesn’t think much of the transition, but he does like it if you still call him JoJo from time to time.

It reminds him of your longtime bond; the nostalgic foundation of friendship you share.

If you like using pet names for him, he’ll roll his eyes and pretend as if he doesn’t like it. That said, he greatly appreciates it if you refer to him by name in front of others or in a serious situation.

(O)bvious - How obvious does he make it that he likes you?

When he was simply harboring a crush on you, it was not at all obvious.

Back during the trip to Egypt, Jotaro’s developing crush went unnoticed. Not even his own grandfather could tell. Hell, Jotaro himself couldn’t even really recognize it at first. It went unnoticed by everyone.

Well, everyone except Kakyoin.

It puts a strain on Jotaro’s heart, remembering it was Kakyoin that first noticed his feelings for you.

The redhead was very respectful about it, but still felt the need to stick his nose in Jotaro’s business in private. Despite him denying the crush up and down, Kakyoin’s encouragement still got to him a bit in the end.

During rough nights, where the past is painfully kept in the front of his mind, Jotaro wonders if him becoming just a little more obvious with his affection for you is done in part as some sort of way to prove himself to his departed friend.

(P)ets - Does he have pets? Does he want them?

Jotaro is so the definition of someone who swears up and down he doesn’t want a pet, yet ultimately ends up loving one unconditionally.

If you want one, he’ll dig his heels into the dirt for months. He’s too busy, you’re too busy… all prepackaged excuses for why it wouldn’t be a good idea.

But you eventually convince him to get one, the stoic man finally relenting with a long sigh.

He prefers dogs over any other kind of pet, so if that’s what you want, it’ll be slightly easier to convince him.

Without ever even trying to do so, it’s him who becomes the pet’s favorite.

The closeness is what leads him to giving in and only admitting to himself that he likes the pet. He’ll never admit it to you (as if you can’t tell); far too stubborn for his own good.

Jotaro has a one-pet-at-a-time policy, though. That’s nonnegotiable.

(Q)uiet - How are the calm, quiet moments with him?

To be honest, it’s a staple of your relationship.

Jotaro finally considered it love once fully wrapping his head around the fact that neither of you felt the need to always be making conversation with one another.

Comfortable silence is cherished by him. Whether you’ve always been the same, or come to have understood that with time, the fact that you’ve come to embrace that aspect of his personality led him to opening himself up to you more during conversations.

Quieter moments occur a lot during the weekend, when there’s no work and only relaxing. You also just enjoy each other’s company without much talking when getting ready for bed.

Sometimes, he doesn’t even say goodnight to you.

Instead, he gently tugs a few strands of hair from your face and cups your jaw momentarily. A gentle glimmer within his pupils reveal much more than any words could express.

The quietness and tranquility present in a lot of the time you spend together is part of his assessment in realizing you were the one.

(R)omance - How romantic is he? What is his go-to ways of being romantic?

…Romantic? Jotaro…?

He’s really responsive to your preferences in romance. Well, depending on how you present them.

He’s no mind-reader and not exactly the best at observing others. Remember the Yellow Terence arc? Yeah… he’s not exactly a detective. If you want him to take a different approach in how romantic he is, subtly nudging him in the right direction isn’t going to work.

Instead, telling him directly what it is you like is much easier for him to wrap his head around. Jotaro never takes such comments personally, seeing as being upfront is preferable for him.

A year or two into the relationship, and he’s much better acquainted with what you like best.

Confident he understands you well, it naturally brings out a more romantic side of him. He’s only deeply observant with those closest to him (think Holly), so once you both reach that point, it brings out a surprisingly sweeter side of him.

(S)afe - What makes him feel safe and comfortable around you?

Once again, it’s got a lot to do with your history together.

Jotaro knows he can rely on you. He’s been keenly aware of your reliability since the late 80s.

Safety for Jotaro means tranquility, and a deep sense of comfort- along with a familiar environment. You provide him these warm feelings; seemingly just by your very presence.

When the two of you are at home together, it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’s perfectly content. Simply glancing in your direction grounds him, and can calm buried anxieties.

That’s all he really needs to feel safe: You.

Visiting Morioh turns out to be a far more long and arduous task than either of you originally expected. But with you at his side, Jotaro rarely felt himself getting too worked up.

Spending late nights together at the hotel was all he needed to reset his brain, able to start the next day without much complaint over spending his time with unruly teenagers.

(T)end - How does he act when you’re hurt/sick, and vise versa?

If anyone hurts you, they may as well count their days. It doesn’t necessarily matter if you’re assertive all on your own; Jotaro’s going to have something (at the very least) to say.

Hell, knowing him, if someone’s troubling you all he usually has to do is look in their general direction. His entire demeanor gives off the impression of “Don’t fuck with me” and he’s all for standing up for you.

Even during the trip to Egypt, he seemed much looser with his grip on his temper when you were put into the line of fire.

If you’re sick, Jotaro’s surprisingly doting.

He’s extremely adamant that you stay home and rest up. Any reason you may have to get out of bed he’ll take care of himself without question.

If he can’t be there to take care of you (likely due to work), he’ll call once or twice while he’s gone just to check in on how you’re doing.

It’s quite ironic, considering how he acts when hurt or sick.

“I’m not sick,” he’ll insist in a scratchy voice, despite a reddened face and clearly runny nose.

“I’m fine.” Yeah, sure, Jotaro. Never mind the deep gash actively gushing blood all over his left arm.

Attempts to take care of him in anyway will be met with pushback, no matter how old he gets.

One reminder of how much he babies you when you’re feeling unwell is all it usually takes for him to begrudgingly accept your offer to help.

He’ll be silent throughout, but his refusal to look you in the eye is a dead giveaway that he secretly likes being taken care of every now and then.

(U)nique - What’s an unusual thing about him that’s oddly charming?

“JoJo… do you need something?”

“No.”

“Then why’re you staring at me?”

“I’m not.”

“You’ve been looking at me for the past ten minutes!”

(V)ariety - Does he prefer to keep the same routine, or spice things up?

Jotaro is a creature of habit.

He certainly likes to keep a usual routine. Having a familiar structure makes him feel comfortable and as though his life is maintaining stability.

Too many surprises or shocking events happening at once is at best annoying for him, and downright unnerving at worst.

He is a little conscious of this aspect of himself; part of him worries you may grow board of him.

That worry is unfounded, though. Especially considering something new or a shake up to the usual routine is accepted by him if you’re the one to do so. He’s so naturally considerate that he doesn’t even think of that being a factor.

Luckily for the both of you, it’s not difficult for you to ease his worries.

(W)ild Card - A random fluff headcanon

Jotaro’s a big fan of manga and usually invests his free time in catching up on his favorite series’s anime incarnations.

He’s been reading Shonen since he was young, and that interest carries over into his adult years.

Jotaro will certainly sit you down and make ask you to watch his some of his favorite anime with him. Saturday afternoons is his favorite time to curl up next to you on the couch and watch for a few hours.

Definitely the type to always sneak peaks at your reactions out of the corner of his eye. He hardly is the type to speak during a show or movie, but is glad to discuss with you after the fact. Please, discuss with him after the fact.

If you’re also into manga and anime before meeting him, he’s internally overjoyed. However, he is a bit critical.

Not to the point of being rude, but certainly dismissive of it at first if your tastes don’t exactly align with his. Jotaro has taste, and is quite proud of his selections. It may come off as a bit elitist… because it is.

He loosens up with time, and may even give some of your favorites a chance. He will never admit out loud to actually liking them, even after you catch him intently watching an anime of your suggestion on his own.

(X)OXO - Is he affectionate in public? How much PDA does he show?

Despite not being too outwardly affectionate or into PDA, everyone close to him can easily tell you’re together once a relationship is formed.

Joseph cheekily goes on and on about how he “totally saw this coming” (no he didn’t). Polnareff is patting the both of you on the back with a big, goofy grin (his world is crashing around him).

When the Duwang gang first met you, the teens of the group were going mental upon the realization that… holy shit… he’s married… !?

The group’s bewilderment was mostly kept to internal struggles due to both Jotaro’s harsh expression at any question relating to how on earth he managed to marry such a lovely individual.

Josuke specifically thought he was going to have a stroke. Unlike the others, he’s much more prone to speaking his mind even after the implicit warning.

After getting over his initial shock, he’ll berate his nephew for not previously telling him about his partner.

(Y)earning - How does he cope when he’s missing you?

It takes everything in him not to call you.

He holds out the first day of you being gone. It’s no trouble that he’s cooking without your presence, not at all. Ignoring the fact that he’s eating dinner without you cheerily filling him in on your day is no problem. Getting ready for bed alone is no big deal.

Yeah… definitely.

Jotaro will lay himself down in bed, facing your usually taken up side. He’ll find his hand reaching out m at the empty space, fingers curling around the sheets. A frown finds its way onto his tired face.

He’s calling you the next day. And after finally caving, he’s sure to give you a call each day or every other day after that.

Past events has made him wary of being separated from you for too long. And even though he logically knows he’s fussing over nothing, he still cannot help but cave to the small worry growing in the back of his mind.

That said, it isn’t too difficult for him to distract himself from missing you.

But being alone during moments that he’d usually share with you is enough to remind him of your absence.

(Z)eal - Is he willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes, he will undoubtedly go to great lengths for you.

One could argue that, having been a part of the Crusaders yourself, an aspect of his actions against DIO were also influenced by a desire to avenge you as well as the others.

Jotaro isn’t above getting violent in your behalf, and would certainly jump through several hoops as long as your safe.

Part of this is because there’s an unspoken mutual understanding that you’d do the same for him (and you certainly have).

But more than that, Jotaro has a small circle of individuals that he would likely do just about anything for. And after everything the both of you have been through together, you’re at the top of that list.

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kinda-neutral-thingy · 2 years

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hello, if request still open, can you do the stardust crusaders team with reader who has a powerful stand but the opposite is, they have a poor health. reader is very stubborn and constantly overdoing their power resulting them to passed out

Stardust Crusaders with gn! Reader who's a powerful standuser, but have poor health and can pass out from overdoing their power

Warnings: gn! reader, sickness, fainting, poor health, medications (kinda forced), slight swearing

Notes: Kind of experimented with Jean Pierre on this one, so it may seem like some kind of drabble lol

Noriaki Kakyoin

Listen, he respects your and your power, he finds it really useful

But for you overworking yourself?

He doesn't like it AT ALL

Yeah, sure, he can understand your feelings and motives, he wants to help the team as much as he can too

But not to such extent

Together with Avdol, he is trying to find a way for you to use your stand in a safer way

In battle, he often has to back you up with Hierophant Green

He tries to make sure you don't have to push yourself to the limit, but he doesn't always succeed

So when you pass out, he's most likely to pick you up and put you to rest

I don't know if he's a good in cooking, but he'll try to bring you everything you need after you passing out: water, food, etc.

Even though he will scold you for overworking yourself like that, he praises you for your strength and courage

Muhammad Avdol

Much like Noriaki, he respects your power, but doesn't like when you treat yourself like this

As I listed above, he'll try to figure out more safer way of using your stand with Noriaki

Them brainstorming in figuring it out-

I don't think that he can back you up in battle, but he'll try to not let you overuse your stand for sure

Idk, I think he's quite a good cook, so he can make some food real quick so you can regain your strength

He tries to do it for the rest of the team too though (my headcanons time)

He's not like Kakyoin, he won't scold you, he'll tell you a whole lecture about safety and that you put yourself in danger by those actions

But he's doing it because he really cares about you

Also I think he'll try to understand why you are doing this more deeply. Is there a reason why you don't care about your own health? Is it deeper than it seems?

If you don't want to talk about it that's okay! But he'll try to help you out if you tell him your reasons

Jean Pierre Polnareff

His first reaction to your stand was surprise, followed by interest

He wanted to learn more about your stand's abilities, so in battle, he also kept an eye on your actions

He was really impressed by not only your stands power, but also your courage and bravery. Your stand was just right for your fighting spirit!

But after some time he noticed that you were beginning to weaken. Sure, your stand gained power and speed, but it was visible that you were barely standing on your feet

When you ignored his cry that he could handle the enemy himself, he got kind of frustrated, but also concerned. What's gotten into you? Are you always like this?

Thankfully you passed out at the end of the fight, but Polnareff was still freaked out

Why'd you do that? If you just handled the situation to him you most likely wouldn't pass out

After that, he had to conduct a full-fledged interrogation with you, where he asked you all the questions that worried him

When he got the information he needed, he started to keep an eye on you, so when he sees you're close to passing out he'll just put you out of the fight or get the enemy away from you

Nah, he won't let you pass out bacause you're such a stubborn idiot/lh

Also when he found out that you have a bad health, he'll half-jokingly offer you a vacation at the French village where he comes from, it will definitely help you with your health condition

But seriously he'll offer you staying at his house so you can rest and get some fresh air

Jotaro Kujo

You annoy him

Everyone annoys him tbh

But he is specifically annoyed by your tendency to overwork yourself

It kind of reminds him of his mother- she always works above her limits too

He's irritated every time you pass out when you're fighting a standuser. At this point he knows that fighting alongside you= him carrying you out in the end

At least you leave the enemy beated down enough for him to finish them

Deep down he's concerned about you, but this edgy teen won't let it show, nah, no way it'll happen

The maximum way this will manifest itself is dragging you to a safe place and throwing a flask of water in your face when you wake up

He's going to be so scowl about it, so DON'T EVEN THINK about teasing him about it

Joseph Joestar

You also remind him of Holly

Despite acting jokingly and a little insensitive about you fainting, he's actually really concerned

Old man can't express his emotions properly, just say you're worried damn it 💀💀

If you need any medication, he will try to get it and make sure you take it

Otherwise he'll try to put it in your food (no ill intent, he sees it as the only way)

Sometime during the adventure you'll have kind of parent-child conversation

He'll try to make the atmosphere kinda chill and let you went about you overusing your stand and putting yourself in danger

He wants to know your reasons so he can give you some advices maybe

OKAY OKAY, I SUDDENLY HAVE AN IDEA HEAR ME OUT

Joseph trying to teach you hamon to treat your poor health-

Iggy

He's kind of intimidated by your power, but obviously won't show it

Also won't show that he cares about you, just like for anyone on your team

"What an idiot..."

Proceeds to go apeshit on anyone who tries to hurt you when you're unconscious

#jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #platonic! reader #platonic x reader #reader insert #Noriaki Kakyoin x reader #platonic! Noriaki Kakyoin x reader #Muhammad Avdol x reader #platonic! Muhammad Avdol x reader #Jean Pierre Polnareff x reader #platonic! Jean Pierre Polnareff x reader #Jotaro Kujo x reader #platonic! Jotaro Kujo x reader #joseph joestar x reader #platonic! Joseph Joestar x reader #gn! reader #platonic! Iggy x reader

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bonebreakz · 6 months

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Sweet Moments [Polnareff x Reader]

Warnings: None, just fluff.

You and Polnareff were in a relationship for a couple of years now but you felt like something was driving you both apart, and that something was stress. Very often that you'd come back home from work tired and something went wrong between you two. So, you had an idea that could be used to relax you both, you wanted to move in temporarily to a cottage close to your parent's house with him to be away from work and possible city problems, have peace in general.

When you suggested the idea Polnareff seemed pretty excited, saying things like "Oh to be left alone with my sweet partner would be great, its been ages since we didnt have time for ourselves." being as corny as he is. Eventually you two packed up and took a car to where your parents lived, whilst there you took the opportunity to visit them as well before going to the cottage and adjusting the place. You both spent only a month there - but it seemed like the best month of your life - having nobody to bother you, having your parents close, but most of all having the comfort of your boyfriend by your side.

As you both were sat down on the porch you two were having a conversation while watching the things around you, having his head laying on top of yours, drinking a warm cup of coffee. It was autmn so the leaves were falling onto the floor, a small gust of wind hitting your face, he chuckled, adjusting your hair with his hand. "There, you good?" Polnareff spoke with a warm grin over his face, but soon was interrupted by the sweet smell of the pie that was cooling over on the window. He stood up and offered his hand out for you, but as you grabbed it to get up yourself he held you by the hips and raised you up giving you a quick but passionate kiss. "Now let's go before the pie gets cold, im so hungry!"

#jjba x reader #jojo #jojo x reader #character x reader #gn reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #x reader #jjba #jjba polnareff #jojo polnareff #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff x reader

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rynfushiguro14 · 1 year

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Been getting real deep into jjba🤭🤭just wondering who knows where all the GOOD Jotaro fics are, be it spicy, fluff, or crack😔🤞sugar daddy dynamics are also very needed! Help a fellow jotaro lover out

And if you’re feelin sweet add as many Joseph fics as u can👹👹 all spicy please (or OR if there are any funny ones feel free to bless me with those) thx for the help🫠

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slutfactory · 2 years

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Polnareff has sensitive tits

EXPLOIT IT

YES YES YES YES

YES

couldn't stop myself from writing this janxjabxkancbsjcns i love polnareff sm he deserved better

help i didn't know how to end it, so i just threw something together

j.p. polnareff x m!reader nsfw — minors dni or else-

reader's gender isn't actually specified, but is still male

“y/n, please–” polnareff whined as you fondled his breasts, squirming in your gentle but firm grip. “we shouldn't—what if jotaro wakes up?”

“he won't—or at least i don't think so.” you say as you flick his nipple, a grin spread across your face as the other man flinched and let out a whimper. teasing polnareff never got old, and it was always effective, too. you turned him around to face you, and sat him on your thigh—which he instinctively began grinding against. “oh? does it feel good? me playing with your tits, that is.”

“yes..but it's embarrassing—” the silver-haired man mumbled. he wrapped his arms around your neck. “keep going..” polnareff let out a soft groan as you continued playing with his nipples. they felt more sensitive now, and you could tell by how much his cock twitched in his boxers.

leaning down a bit, you gave his nipple a little lick before taking it into your mouth. at the same time, you reached into his precum-stained boxer shorts and grabbed his cock.

“y/n wai—! ah–!”

you began stroking him, continuing your assault on his chest. left with no other choice, polnareff buried his face in your shoulder, hoping it would stifle his moans as well as hide his face. it didn't work as well as he thought it would. you could hear his whining clear as day when you ran your tongue over his swollen nipple.

it hadn't even been five minutes, and he could already feel himself getting close. he never lasted long whenever you would play with his chest.

“yare yare..could you keep it down?” you heard jotaro say from the other side of the room. both you and polnareff turned your heads so fast, that you swore they almost snapped. “if you two had told me you were gonna fuck, i would've slept in kakyoin, avdol, and jiji's room.”

“i told you that he'd wake up! you never listen to me!” pol

“you're not gonna ‘ora ora’ us, are you?” y/n

“we'll see about that tomorrow.” joot

#m!reader #male reader #seme male reader #top male reader #x male reader #gn!reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #top reader #jjba smut #polnareff x reader #polnareff x male reader #polnareff smut

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froggy-frogz · 2 years

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oh hey its me again sorry! i just wanted to say that i just noticed you specifically write for re8, im sorry i didnt notice that soon. could i change the characters with just polnareff from jjba then please? the prompt and the reader details stays the same

A/N: I've only played r8 so I apologize! I've watched playthroughs of r3 and 4, but if I play more resident evil games I might add them to my request, I'm just very deadset on understanding characters. If you'd like I can still write them! I'm just not sure how accurate they'd be, Leon would probably be the only one.

Polnareff x GN!Reader

Big Brother Figure HCs

TW: Slight Polnareff spoilers

It's really annoying to the rest of the group that you're just like Polnareff, but shorter [and if you're taller than him, by God, the rest of them are still as flabbergasted, if not more].

Out of everyone, you're closest to him.

The same is said for Polnareff.

In battles, and after, he's always going to make sure you're okay first, he's not losing someone else he sees as a sibling.

You just think that it's because you two are just very good friends.

When you tell him that you sorta see him as a big brother, he's very excited, because it's the same for him. He says he feels sort of honor, and that he'll do anything to protect you after the loss of his sister.

You two have a lot of inside jokes, and there'll be times when you two will just laugh at something that either you or he said, and everyone else is just watching with a flat expression.

Silver Chariot is especially fond of you as well, obviously though, but in battles, if you two are together, he and Polnareff are going to be looking out for you.

There will be times that Polnareff will take hits for you, and you're going to become upset with him.

It's silly sure, but you've patched him up many times.

The bond you two have is very sweet, and Polnareff always has your back, battle or not.

#jojo x reader #jjba x reader #stardust crusaders #polnareff x reader #jean pierre polnareff #jjba polnareff #x reader #x gn reader #x reader hcs

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drsugarsweet · 2 months

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Holding On To Smoke

Haunted Armor!Polnareff x Reader

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Synopsis: Through a stroke of good fortune, you have been placed in charge of an antique home. The former owners only asked that you kept the relics inside, and you agreed. If only they had mentioned that some of the relics aren't as lifeless as they initially seemed...

TW: Implied character death (not reader’s) Note: reader is GN, no pronouns aside from 'you' are used.

Masterlist ☆。*。☆。

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A/N: Polnareff is SUCH a sad grieving beast, this only felt appropriate for him.

The home that you've come to enjoy for so many months is old, much older than you. It's full of items you're scared to touch for fear of shattering their delicate nature, of spiderwebs that look too beautiful to break and rooms that you haven't even stepped foot into. There simply isn't enough time or motivation for you to cover all of that ground, and yet…

And yet you notice small oddities that you can't fully explain away. There's odd clanking in the halls that sounds far too consistent to be the pipes. After all, they only rattle when you draw water from them. The rooms you frequent are miraculously free of dust even though you haven't had the time to drag out the duster and rags yourself. It’s hard to chalk up the cold and pointed breezes as a simple draft, and you swear you’ve seen something glowing out of the corner of your eye more than once - only to disappear when you actually look at it.

Oh, and you can’t ignore the massive elephant in the room.

More specifically, the massive suit of armor.

Upon first entering the house, it looked like an odd decoration but hardly one you could complain about. Old houses have weird decorations, right? It made you feel like you were walking into a murder mystery set but your attention was so set on moving in that you didn’t think much of it. It looked regal and mysterious enough to make you ponder over its relevance though. The original owners never mentioned it, did they? There’s no plaque to reveal who may have donned it, who it may have shielded or when. You shrug and decide you’ll research it at a later date.

That later date keeps getting pushed further and further back however. The mysterious old house has its fair share of secrets to keep you distracted - a library packed with dusty old books, a kitchen full of secret panels, not to mention the many, many nooks and crannies you weren’t told of. The only times you ponder about the armor again is when you pass its dulled surfaces in the hallway. It isn’t until you finally decide that a heavy cleaning of the home is in order lest your lungs fill with dust bunnies that the armor finally has your full attention.

How does one clean a suit of armor? You’re not sure. I’s not like it’s been in any books that you’ve read before. A wet rag should at least help with removing the dirt and dust, and you assume that the kind of polish used on metal surfaces in your kitchen could work. It’s a large suit and you know you’ll have your work cut out for you, but something draws you in despite the eeriness of the relic. It feels strange. It feels… Melancholic , somehow. Maybe you’re too wrapped up in the idea that this once belonged to someone, that someone could have lived, breathed, died in those iron plates. Maybe it’s the way the chestplate and helmet have engravings of broken hearts on them that tug at your own heartstrings. Whatever the reason, you feel like it’s your obligation to give this old thing one last hurrah in the way of cleaning it up.

As the rag glides across the faded surface and carries away the countless layers of grime, you start to see the former glory restored. The armor truly does look uncared for, though you aren’t surprised given the state of the house. It only spurs you on as more of that gleaming silver comes to light. There’s so many small details to pay heed to; engravings of hearts and chariots must be carefully detailed, and the sections of overlapping plates require a special amount of focus. At the very least there isn’t any corruption or rusting. It takes hours to clean with the occasional break for refreshments in-between, but pulling away from the now clear (albeit dull) suit sends a wave of relief through you. The low evening sunlight streaking through the stained glass windows of the foyer reflects in a beautiful kaleidoscope on the iron. For just a breath, a brief moment… You could almost swear that the suit of armor is glowing.

The moment passes as the clouds of kicked up dust finally force you to sneeze, and when you look at the armor again the glow is gone. It must have been a trick of the light. With that, you nod and set aside the polish to be done the next day. Perhaps the sheer amount of time or the curiosity that you’ve poured into the armor play a role in why you suddenly feel a sense of longing and connection towards the suit, almost as though you’re leaving an old friend. It’s odd, but you shrug the thoughts away and retire to your room for the evening. The next day will surely be brighter.

Downstairs, the darkness of the dusk is broken by a soft glow.

Weeks pass after your restoration of the armor. The oddities start as subtle movements at first. A hand shifts slightly or the helmet seems to perk in the direction of your favorite armchair; the dust settled around the suit’s base is disturbed, or is it just your imagination? As the house becomes cleaner in more miniscule ways, even that starts to make you wonder if it’s all in your head. You only start to think something is up when you come home from work to find the armor set at the foot of the stairs to the second floor, its gauntlets set against the scabbard of its rapier. It’s not like the suit froze when you entered - you’re sure you would’ve heard the clanking, and it’s just a suit, right? If you weren’t constantly swamped with work you’d almost be afraid of the potential haunting. You know it isn’t some mischievous intruder breaking in just to mess with you; the doors and windows are always the same as they were, and it’s not like anything is missing. There aren’t handbooks on how to deal with haunted houses like this and so you stand in the house’s entranceway, eyes glued to the relic posed mere feet away.

It feels like an eternity that you wait with bated breath for something to happen. When it does, there is no loud scream or rush of metal and pain; no ghastly beasts lunge for your throat, and as you stand gaping like a fish out of water, you realize that the movement of the armor is almost unnoticeable at first glance.

The visor of the helmet minutely tilts towards you and you know for a fact that gauntleted fingers twitch at the scabbard’s handle. The gig is up. You take one step back, and the armor jerks to face you further. Another step, and the helmet is facing you fully, its hand never leaving the hilt of the razor sharp rapier. The door is closed and solid against your back and you’re certain that this is where you will die.

The clanging of metal grows closer and closer with each step of the suit of armor. Even behind your eyelids - when did they close? - you can’t miss the icy blue glow painting the backs of your eyelids in dim light. Your eyes peel open just enough to witness the armor come to a still before you in its pale glowing glory. The finger guards on the scabbard have lifted away and now the suit stands before you motionless yet again, its gauntlets stiffly held at its side. The icy terror that initially held you in its grasp melts into mute confusion and unease. Why isn’t it attacking you? What could you have done to inspire this thing’s movement? Or…

Has it always been on the move?

Your racing thoughts are interrupted by another sudden jump from the suit of armor, but this one catches you even more off-guard. In one quick and jerky movement, the suit tumbles down onto one iron poleyn, its other knee bent as it bows its helmet before you. You have no idea what to say, what to do as the massive suit freezes yet again. There’s a moving set of armor in front of you. Holy shit , there’s haunted armor in your house.

For a minute, the two of you stay there in frozen time. The armor doesn’t move but it glows and pulsates with faint blue light. You don’t move aside from the slowing rise and fall of your chest. There’s a tension so palpable in the air that it surely could be cut through like butter with a hot knife, but you have no idea what to do or say to your unexpected housemate.

The first noise to break the room isn’t from you. It starts out so quietly that the rush of blood in your ears drowns it out. Slowly and drenched in uncertainty, a noise no louder than a whisper seems to fill the room. There’s a pause, and then the noise again, and again, growing louder with each confused blink it draws from you. The moment that it grows loud enough to register properly to your ears is the moment that you realize that it’s a voice echoing around you. The voice is hoarse and strangely hollow, but it sounds almost like a man. It echoes again from the suit of armor and you realize that it is speaking to you .

“Please… Give me an order.”

The stunned silence plaguing your voice is hard to break. Break it you do, but only because the tide of questions thrashing against your skull threatens to consume you.

“Who are you?”

Perhaps the right question would be who it - he - was. You begin to regret not looking up the source of the armor sooner. The voice goes silent and the glow swirls in a mesmerizing miasma of dull silver and ice. Whatever haunts this armor seems to form the strongest beneath its chestplate and helmet, and for the briefest of moments you wonder what you would see beneath the visor. As though it can sense your innate curiosity amidst the waves of confusion and fear, the being raises its helmet a fraction as though it were looking at you. The feeling of eyes becomes strong and yet oh so familiar.

“I am Jean Pierre Polnareff. You have laid claim to this land. I pledge my loyalty to you, to protect you and honor your every word.” The helmet drops again and the regal being donned in iron waits ever so patiently for your words. With its hand on its scabbard and that plasmic echo fading in and out like a heartbeat, it truly bears the visage of a noble warrior.

Okay, what the hell are you supposed to do about this?

There’s a fucking ghost knight in your house.

After a very rational and intense moment of thinking on the matter, you do the only thing that sounds right when confronted with such a ghostly specter. It doesn’t matter that it hasn’t made a move to harm you. You reach behind you, feeling around until you can grab the doorknob to the front entrance. You throw open the heavy door before hauling ass into the chilly night air, refusing to look back once lest the point of a rapier be the last thing you see.

You’ll find a hotel or stay with a friend for now. There’s no way in hell that you’re going back to your house, no way that you’re reenacting some stupid horror movie scene.

You go back to the house two days later.

Maybe it’s the twinge of pain in your shoulder and neck from sleeping on an uncomfortable futon. Maybe it’s the reminiscing that you’ve had time to do on the whole matter. You’ve never felt unsafe in the house; melancholy, sure, pensive if you stood in the right spot. You never felt afraid though, so why is the memory of the one that called himself Polnareff lingering in your mind?

The old home looms over you as the gray skies threaten to douse you in rain. Despite the being that you know lurks inside, the building itself doesn’t feel ominous. It feels like a rundown old manor and you can’t come up with a good reason to avoid going in any longer. The stone steps are slick beneath your shoes and with a mighty groan, the door swings forward into the foyer.

You aren’t really sure what you expected. Images of torn tapestries and broken mirrors came to your mind at first, like a raging beast rampaging in a bout of anger. The light of the day floods the foyer, and you breathe a sigh of relief to see that there is no such damage. As a matter of fact… There is no sign of the suit of armor at all. It isn’t at its base in the middle of the foyer. You know you should be on high alert, but the lack of surprises lulls you ever so slightly.

It feels silly to call out for another person in your own house, so you decide to take your chances and look around instead.

The den is free of the suit. You find yourself oddly disappointed.

The kitchen likewise lacks any spectral beings, and so too does the rest of the first story.

The memory of the first time that you saw the armor moving towards the staircase comes to mind, and your eyes travel up and along the mahogany banister towards the silent second story. If there were anywhere that your unassuming houseguest would be, you have a strong suspicion of its intended destination.

The doors to the library creak open as you peer inside and to your unexpected relief, a flash of iron catches your eyes. You push further in to be greeted by the broad, shining form of the suit of armor. Its helmet has tilted slightly back as though to acknowledge you but it has not moved. That glow remains but it is more dull than last time, the colors barely touching the dusty books and desk it stands in front of. That acknowledgment is all that you need and you take a deep breath of the stale air.

“I’m… Sorry. Sorry for how I acted last time. I wasn’t expecting you and I was scared, so I ran.” It’s an apology you never felt that you would make, but it feels wrong to leave things as they were. This thing has likely been here longer than you have been alive; the aura of sadness and mournful longing around it tinges your heart in a way you never expected.

The armor turns to look at you further with a set of clangs and you catch a glimpse of what its broad form was hiding. You haven’t had time to get a good look at the library beneath all of the blankets of dust, but the crest hanging on the wall is one you don’t recognize. The symbols of hearts and horse-drawn chariots bear a striking resemblance to the engravings on the knight’s armor. You startle as you realize that the very same insignia was on the paperwork that you signed to properly take ownership of this house.

The suit turns fully to face you and you swallow down your nerves. This could either go really well or really poorly based on how good you are at offending ghosts.

Its visor tilts to one side, then the other. It takes a step forward, and this time you stay where you are willingly rather than freezing in fear. Another step is taken. Another. By the time that your distorted face is reflected in the large breastplate of the armor, you realize just how cold the room has gotten around you. That visor leans down to look at you and you look up into it as icy tendrils of mist curl from beneath the edges. When the gauntlets reach up and towards you, it’s a miracle that you don’t feel fear. All that you feel is the strong wave of melancholy that you first felt upon stepping into this house, and you wonder just what this soul has suffered to exude such strong feelings of sadness.

The gauntlets do not reach for you, though they do briefly cradle your own hands in chilled metal before continuing upwards. The guarded fingers come to rest at the edges of the visor. Tendrils of ghostly energy curl at the iron knuckles, and it freezes like that. It’s as though it’s waiting for your order. With a flashback to the last meeting, you blink away crystals of iced tears that you didn’t even realize had appeared and answer its unspoken question.

“Show me your face. I want to see the knight of this house.”

You aren’t sure what to expect. There are no rules that could have prepared you, no pictures or carvings or films. The glide of the visor up and into the iron helmet is silent as it reflects the light. Whoever this man was, he is nothing like you expect, and that’s a pity because he is refined and elegant and somber in the way that only a lost soul can be.

Your hand shakes as you reach towards the visor. Crystals of ice gather on your fingertips as your eyes roam over the misty face of the man that once was. Sad eyes like faded seaglass stand out amidst shadows of sharp cheekbones and shroud-like silver hair that dances like spider silk in the wind. He speaks of tragedy and heartbreak without saying a word, and the brush of your fingers on the frigid iron of his helmet finally breaks what fear remains in your heart.

“You’ll protect me?” The words are barely a whisper, but you don’t have it in you to speak any louder.

The ghost - Polnareff - nods. Somber as he may be, you swear that the corner of his lips turns up for just a moment. That air of melancholy lifts ever so slightly from your heart, the glow of the being before you so much more vivid than before.

“I swear to you, as is my purpose. You’ll never be alone.”

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #Doc's Fics #jean pierre polnareff #jjba x reader #monster au #teratophillia #stardust crusaders #jjba polnareff #sfw #polnareff x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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gothic-thoughts · 4 months

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Too Selfless

Stardust Crusaders x Black GN Reader Angst

StandUser!Reader, Platonic (no ship)

CW: Reader has heat intolerance (based off me fr), all the Stardust Crusaders featured, slight panicking,

TW: passing out, mini anxiety attack

CW: passing out from the heat, arguing with Jotaro, cursing??, based on the canon but slightly out of order

Word Count: 1667 (give or take)

(a/n): this fic is literally just me coping 😭😭

Riding on through the desert on camelback was hard enough without (Y/n)'s heat hypersensitivity. Nobody knew about your weakness but it was the reason you insisted on riding with someone just in case—that someone being Polnareff. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his waist for safety while the sway of the camel mixed with the arid air induced vertigo. The heat rises slightly but suddenly enough to give you whiplash which only adds to your nausea.

Despite never really being able to sweat, sweat began pouring out of every pore as you breathed as slow as you could, desperately trying to find some semblance of relaxation before you out your struggling to the group. Your arms loosen around Polnareff, mind swirling and slowing starts before you refocus to swirl and slow from the heat but you quickly tighten them back around him before he could notice. You sighed, trying to catch your breath but noticed you were becoming even hotter even if it was by just one degree.

“Pol?” You whimper in an attempt to save brain power, "Polnareff?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"What's...the temperature right now?"

"It's...." He takes out his thermometer. "81 degrees, but don't worry. It'll be nightfall soon and you can finally stop sweating." He chuckles.

"(Y/n)?" Joseph chuckled, "Sweating?"

"When have they ever sweat? Or even enough for it to be a problem for anyone?" Kakyoin asked.

"Now, I guess." Polnareff shrugs, "They've been panting and struggling to hold on for the past 5 minutes."

"You guys don’t feel it?" You try to raise your voice above a whisper, "I think... it's getting hotter. We need...to hurry."

"Calm down, we've only been out here an hour. Besides, you've got a hat on, don't you?"

“...Jean...”

You physically feel your energy level plummet just from merely keeping yourself upright and you fall against his back weakly, left cheek squishing into his shoulder blade to look at Jotaro riding his camel next to them. You lock eyes your blank stare and slow blinks worry him enough to furrow his eyebrows and call out for the rest of the group's attention but his voice was so... warped. Your energy finally ran out and your body gave out, slumping sideways.

Star Platinum appears and catches you right before you hit the burning sand. Kakyoin jumps off his camel and runs to take you from Jotaro's stand as it disappears. The redhead pulls off your sunhat to check your temperature, eyes widening slightly at the extreme moisture and warmth on your forehead alone, noting it was much hotter than his. All you could do was attempt to force your hazy, lidded vision to focus on the concerned face above you as the temperature rose again.

“What the hell happened?” Joseph asked, pulling his camel to stop.

“Not sure," Jotaro chimed in, jumping off his camel, "They looked confused as hell and then just fell over.”

“They’re too hot.” Kakyoin says, placing his ear right about your mouth, “Way too hot and their breath is faint.”

“But how; we’ve all been out here for the same amount of time!” Joseph asked, “And they’re covered up the most out of all of us.”

“Maybe they're being dramatic?" Polnareff hoped, “Or dehydrated?”

"They wouldn't 'dramatically' drop into the hot sand.” Jotaro rebutted, folding his arms.

Kakyoin adjusts your limp body to bridal carry you, keeping your upper body off of the sand, “(Y/n)? Hey, look at me!”

"I think they were on to something though,” Jotaro fans himself, "It's a whole lot hotter than when we first got here."

"It'll be night soon." Joseph checks his watch and gasps, "What the hell, it's 8 pm already!"

"So how the hell is the sun still up?"

"This has got to be a stand, but where's the user?"

"Just give 'em water until we know--"

"Kakyoin." Polnareff blurted, "They're...."

The men all look down to see your chapped lips part slightly as your eyes start to flutter shut. They rush back to their camels to find a full canteen while Kakyoin shakes you gently, trying to keep you awake. You do your best to remain conscious, using any remaining willpower left in your body.

“Hey! No, no!" Kakyoin puts your sunhat back on as he desperately tries to get you cool, "(Y/n), hey! Come on, keep your eyes open. They're looking, okay? We're looking for water."

"Keep 'em awake dammit!" Jotaro shouted, rummaging through his bag.

“I'm trying!" Kakyoin taps your face lightly, "Hang on, (Y/n)."

You give in to the heat, too weak to even stay conscious. The last thing you're able to register was something about the sun looking a little bizarre. Kakyoin's next sentence fell deaf on ears as your eyes closed, head drooping back. He caught the back of it and kept it up trying one last time to get your attention when your hand limply drops to the burning sand.

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Hearing a groggy whine, I glance over from my seat in an armchair to see (Y/n) slowly sit up on the hotel bed. I sigh in relief, seeing them quickly reach for the water bottle on the nightstand but anger starts to bubble up seeing them chug, bringing back stressful memories of them falling unconscious. I abruptly stand from the chair making them tense and stop drinking. Their eyes widened slightly at my expression.

"Hey... Jotaro..."

I blink, unamused. "You good now?"

"Uh yeah. Just, uh... just a little thirsty."

"I bet." I scoff, crossing my arms, "Which is why I'm a little confused as to why you thought it was a good idea to never mention your heat stroke before we got here."

They paused mid-sip and I could just tell they were deciding whether or not to play dumb, but no; they opted to sit there in guilty silence as I stepped closer to the end of the bed, head tilted while waiting for a response. They take too long, so I speak up.

"Well?"

"Not like I knew--"

"Cut the shit, you can't not know you're weak to heat; meaning you know how dangerous that shit is. And to top it all off, we're in fucking Egypt."

"Jojo--"

"Don't 'Jojo' me; are you out of you're goddamn mind? We would've covered you up better or brought more water. Or better yet, we would've kept you home."

"What, the hell are you talking about, 'kept me home'?"

"You heard me. You knew we were coming to Egypt and you didn't say anything about this. Did it not once occur to you that it'd get more than a little hot?"

"...It did, but we made it all the way here. I was fine up until now, so what's the problem?"

"That's even worse. You had well over a week to say something and you didn't bring it up once like your health is some minor inconvenience."

"I was fine! I had it covered for the most part."

"Tch, yeah; that's why we had to call in a fucking helicopter, possibly telling DIO how close we were. You were so fine that we had to press ice and cold rags to your body and monitor your fucking heartrate. I had to carry you into this fucking hotel room and you think you had it covered?"

"I meant I had it covered up until now, dickhead; I just wanted to help! You're acting like it wasn't bright as hell at 8 pm!"

"Polnareff told us you were panting like a dog before the stand made it hotter."

"Cuz it was hot as fuck, Jotaro! I can't help if more vulnerable to heat than you!"

"That's why you shouldn't be here. You're basically telling me you were fine this entire fucking trip but now that DIO's close enough to us to fight us himself you're not at you're strongest anymore."

Their eyebrows furrow. "What?"

"You were unconscious for about an hour, (Y/n). I had to watch your body jolt every time you swallowed water, involuntarily might I add. So, you're either gonna stay in this air conditioner room or I'm getting the old man to call another helicopter to bring you home."

"What?! You can't do that, I'm not going anywhere."

"And I'm not asking. It'd be less work for you to just stay put here, but I don't really trust you to; you're stubborn. So take your pick, but you're not fighting anymore."

"You don't think the guys are gonna be pissed about this? They'll back me up, I came all this way and helped!"

I sigh, walking away from the bed, "Why do you think I'm telling you this now?"

Their jaw drops slightly, looking for their next words. The silence was tense as their head hung in shame and frustration, hopefully seeing this from my perspective. I sigh deeply.

"I came because DIO is dangerous, there's a possibility that I won't come back alive. That's why I didn't care, I didn't tell anyone cuz I knew you wouldn't let me come."

"You're being way more selfless than you need to be. You shouldn't be fighting him if you're also going to fight the temperature. It's not fair to you or us if you die by something other than a stand user or DIO himself. Especially if it's because we didn't know."

They look away from me, body still weak, "I'm sorry."

"I just don't wanna see you die, in vain or otherwise. Stay here with Iggy, I'm not asking you, (Y/n). We'll come back when we're done and we'll all go home."

"Iggy's staying?"

"Again, I don't trust you to stay here and not come find us."

"...You're right..." They sniffle, avoiding eye contact still, "About everything."

"I'm not mad, just worried."

"I get it, I was too selfless. Just go, save your mom. And don't die trying."

I give them a little smirk and pull down the brim of my hat as I walk to the door, letting Iggy in as I open it.

(a/n): I singlehandedly saved Iggy by writing this fic 😭😭

#jojo part 3 #jjba part 3 #stardust crusaders x reader #jjba sdc #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba jotaro #jjba kakyoin #jjba joseph #jjba iggy #jjba polnareff #jojo x reader #jojo x you #jojo x y/n

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starry-snippets · 1 year

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polnareff + pda

☆ WAY TOO INTO pda

☆ this man has hardly any decency when it comes to pda. he'll legitimately forget he's in public sometimes with the things he'll say while caught up in how much he adores you

☆ which would be sweet! – if you weren't in public. so please subtly remind him that he should dial it back just a bit while in public and some things are appreciated more behind closed doors

☆ polnareff loves to hold you by the waist, hug you, rest his head in the crook of your neck, kiss from your forehead to your collarbone, just about any way he can be close to you he'll love and wouldn't see issue with doing in public

☆ but if you told him what you didn't like him doing in general and especially in public, he would listen because he respects your boundaries

#jjba part 3 #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #polnareff jojo #polnareff x reader #polnareff x gn reader #polnareff x gender neutral reader

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lemmetreatya · 2 years

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I have never requested anything so I have no idea where to do that and stuff, i hope you dont mind me writing it here.. I was thinking if you could write about platonic relationship between Polnareff and reader? like, them being siblings and after Sherry's death reader would disappear for some years, they would reunite while stardust crusaders is happening. they would meet between fight with Anubis and after that they would talk about how they've missed each other.. hurt/comfort type of thing with some fluff in it. oh and also reader has a healing stand perhaps? they could help Polpol and Joot with their wounds. I hope its ok with you! if not, feel free to ignore it

That’s fine! Your request was lovely but you’re also my first imagine request so we’re in this doing firsts together 🥺💕 Hope you enjoy <3

Everything, Everything for You, My Darling

Polnareff x Reader

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‘For as long as you could remember, it had always been the three of you’

Contains: Angsts, Character death, Hurt, Comfort, Strong Language, Happy Ending, Not Beta Read

For as long as you could remember, it had always been the three of you.

“Sst!”

Looking up towards the younger girl, you softly mouthed an apology. Her leg was still brushed red, tinged with small specks of blood and razor like streaks but you tried to clean up her graze as lightly as you could.

Apart from this one injury, Sherry was fine. Maybe a slightly bruised ego but she was holding her own, unlike the other addition to your trio.

Within your peripheral, you could see Jean Pierre marching up and down the paved field edge you were all currently situated on, his footing light but his clomps loud nonetheless. He was currently seething, hot with anger; something that wasn’t a regular occurrence but definitely felt once present.

“I swear — I fucking swear — I’ll get them back for that. Those sleazy bastards…. think, think they can just get away with hurting my sister, huh?! Fuck, they so have what’s coming for them.”

The collection of red stained cotton buds that sat besides your leg stacked up in a small pyramid. You added another one to the pile before addressing the boy, a sigh in your voice.

“There’s nothing you can do about it, Jean Pierre. They’ve already run off and there’s about seven of them and three of us. We just gotta cut our losses as it is, you know?”

Sherry nodded in agreeal to your comment although flinched afterwards as you lightly stuck a plaster above her knee.

“Yeah, don’t work yourself up blaming them. It’s not like they did it on purpose. I just happened to be in the way is all.” Her voice was as soft as ever.

Visibly you could see Jean Pierre start to calm down, his feet finally stuck in one singular place and his box shoulders sagging, although you knew the fire of rage still bubbled deep within his gut.

“Mon coeur, still!” He exclaimed towards you before switching his attention to Sherry, “They should have minded you or something. At least turned back and apologise…”

A lumpy silence fell over the three of you; no one had much else to comment but everyone knew someone needed to say something to fill the gap. Something that didn’t seem like a topic divert or talking just for talks sake. But as always, you knew what to say.

“It’s okay, Jean Pierre. The fact no one’s seriously injured is more than fine. We got lucky.” You encouraged.

With a pout, Sherry aimlessly reached a finger down to lightly smooth over her plaster. You mundanely rubbed the uninjured part of her leg before adding: “It just means you’ll have to be Sherry’s personal chauffeur.”

A soft laugh left Sherry’s mouth at Jean Pierre’s bewildered expression, the boy seemingly offended at the task he was now endowed with.

“What?! No fair! That’s even more reason to get them back!” He boomed.

You weren’t related by blood like Sherry and Jean Pierre were, but the two were the closest thing you had to family. Sherry was soft spoken and as pretty as she spoke. Jean Pierre was boisterous and forever daring in his outlook. You all complimented each other’s personalities but you looked up to Jean Pierre with a different austere air.

The way the older conducted life about him — care-free but never too lenient — it always inspired you to fulfil life in the same manor. It always gave you that edge to be watchful over the Sherry. You liked to think that you and Jean Pierre aided her under a wing each. If only you had known that instead, Jean Pierre was protectively holding his wings over the both of you.

However, despite his disposition, you would never have known the hollowing loneliness he constantly carried with him. Sherry hadn’t much memory of their parents but Jean Pierre did. He had tasted warmth and protection before, he knew how secure it’d make one feel. Jean Pierre even believes he would be better off having never experienced it. Maybe at least that way he wouldn’t daily feel that he was concaving — rotting, from the inside out.

Instead, he used the previous love he’d once received on the both of you.

Not once had the thought that the three of you could ever be apart cross your mind. Even if it did, there was no need to dwell on it as life was already as harsh as it was; why would you dream or even prepare yourself to be away from your only life sources? However, only naivety could fool you that deep.

When Sherry was killed the brutally dehumanising way she was, the only thing you could think to do was pull apart from your rootings.

Pull apart from everything that once made you happy, starve yourself of knowing what Home meant and felt like because why should you?

Sherry had lost her life; never again to see how burnt orange would tickle the vineyard horizons at early dawn or how the stars would wink goodnight under the heavy smell of olives in the evening. The sweet song of rushing brookes! How the clear current could surprise you with its strength if you were to comb your hand against it. No longer was Sherry here to experience those beautiful parries of life so how could you possibly live in the very vicinities she once did and constantly feel like you weren’t dying yourself?

You had fled from the town not even seventy-two hours after her death. It honestly had felt longer by then, but there was no sound voice of reason to warn you against that, and so you had acted on the fleeting decision once you thought it.

It was selfish of you really to not think of everyone else involved — especially concerning how much it would have affected Jean Pierre, how the burden of losing both of you would solely fall on him. You know you could never fear Jean Pierre, with utmost certainty you knew he wouldn’t even dare think about harming you.

But it's when you saw the rage, how the always lit but never boiling flame suddenly unleashed within the older boy towards Sherry’s killer, a part of you feared that you had lost him to an overdue battle.

Running never worked for anyone and to be honest, you’re not sure why it seemed right.

The grief, the pain, the hate all still remained. Everything you tried to run from, stayed. Your dear Family that you wanted to protect, gone. The only thing you had left of them was the faint shadow of their silhouettes that were engraved into the flesh of your eyelids, haunting you for as long as you drew breath.

Still yet, life went on and in due time of being a wanderer, you found yourself in places you could only have dreamt of visiting.

Currently, you were situated in Edfu, a small city that sat on the west bank of the Nile. Cairo had been a bit busy for you, even though you’d spent about a week or so there, and so you ventured more of the country to see what it offered.

You’re not quite sure what drew you to the ancient settlement of Edfu but from the moment you got here, you knew you were there for a reason.

It was just approaching noon when you were sat in the outside seating of the small cafe. It was also then that you heard a loud crashing bang.

When you looked, the trouble seemed to be coming from the barbershop that was placed just four doors down from where you sat. Most of the locals who were around you turned or gravitated towards the source of commotion, surprised at the sudden disturbance in their mostly quiet dwelling. You on the other hand turned the other way in your seat.

“Khan! Khan! Is everything okay?!”

You could only make out the few phrases of Arabic being used around you but you still chose to disengage and move away from the noise. Without even a look at who was involved, you quickly got up and slinked into the inside of the cafe.

Don’t get it wrong, it’s not like you didn’t care nor wanted to help. It’s just… everywhere you went, trouble seemed to follow you. The first few times, you engaged and tried to help out but after awhile, you realised it was always you who the attackers turned on.

This is one of the major reasons why you found yourself becoming a traveller. No matter where you landed yourself, bizarre occurrences always seemed to happen whilst you were in the vicinity.

In your opinion, you saw this as a curse — Sherry’s Curse. This was your judgement on earth already being served to you, this is what you got for running away.

As you sat by the peeling bar, you could only sigh with your head in your hands, the ruckus outside continuing on. The bartender had the same disposition as you. Whether they were used to the noise or just too dully complacent with their job to move from their position, you wouldn’t know. They didn’t mind you for the duration of the time you were there. They only gave you a nod once you entered and that was it. The rest of the time they spent quietly polishing away at the crockery.

A few minutes had passed and the sound of fighting continued crashing throughout the streets. At one point you wondered if it’d ever stop. You were willing to try and leave, slip out in the other direction of the commotion and find yourself somewhere else to occupy. That was until you heard the sharp sound of barking.

Looking down at your feet, you noted a small boston terrier yapping for your attention. With a warm smile, you got down from your barstool to pat it on the head.

“Why, hello. Hey, who’s a good baby?”

The dog basked in your petting for a few seconds, clearly enjoying the attention before unexpectedly bolting towards the entrance of the cafe.

With a surprised face, you took it as the dog just being wryly but when you realised it was still watching you from it’s place you, frowned.

“What’s wrong, buddy? You lost?”

The dog barked once, twice and then turned in a circle a few times. You weren’t entirely sure what drew you to follow after it as it dashed out into the street, but you realised whatever it was felt urgent.

Meanwhile, having just come back to his senses, Polnareff was in distress.

With a sigh, the Frenchman crouched himself down next to the currently winded Jotaro. Never again does he ever want to be controlled to do something against his will like that. Anubis was tough but he believes he knew he was winning that fight anyways.

The Frenchman wasn’t as hurt as the younger male but he definitely did feel like he’d been in a hefty battle. Polnareff shuffled within his pockets, pulling out an old malted plaster before offering it to Jotaro.

“Here, I’ve got a plaster.”

Jotaro didn’t even look at what he was being offered, only grumbled out:

“No, I don’t want it.”

Polnareff didn’t take it to heart. He knew the male could be acute with the words he used and so he only shrugged before getting up to observe the area damage behind him. Before he knew it, he was met with the familiar flash of tuffed black and white fur.

“Oh, it’s Iggy! Where did you come from?” He couldn’t even be relieved for long as he grimaced over at the bull terrier, unaware of the figure who followed him.

“Beurk! Eating candy now are we? And right off the floor too, you disgusting…dog.”

As Polnareff’s words faltered, your feet came to a sudden stop, no longer allowing you to follow the small animal. Your mind went completely blank seeing the now older boy, no, man in front of you. With a dry gulp, you quietly called out his name.

“J-Jean Pierre…?”

There was a tense flicker of eye contact the both of you shared.

The facial expression the silver haired man wore was crushed into that of hurt and rage. Maybe it was because of your presence, maybe it’s because of the previous battle he just had. Either way, the smithereens of the anger you could smell on him at the day of Sherry’s death was the same smell you were smelling now.

Your heart raced with utmost speed, so much so you thought it’d explode right there, spray guts and blood down your chest and all over the man in front of you. After years of suppressing whatever you were trying to bury, suddenly it had all come to the surface. Forget that this was one of the most bizarre places to meet, the fact that the boy you had abandoned was here — right in front of you — was daunting.

You took a faulty step back, your footing wobbly as it almost failed you. Polnareff on the other hand desperately reached his hand out towards you.

“No, no it’s okay.” He cooed. I’m not mad at you, is what he wanted to say but for the record of their current company, he held his words.

You gulped, unsure of whether to stay or not. However, once he saw you weren’t going to fleetingly run away from him, Polnareff tasted the name he thought he’d never be able to use come the rest of his days.

“Mon coeur...”

The familiarity of the name churned your heart with nostalgia. Your breathing was still hitched but you were able to break through a reply.

“Hey…” You could barely whisper back, your facial expression twisted between final joy and sorrow.

Polnareff took a tentative step forwards, his arms opening in that welcoming way it always did once he knew you were unsettled. Without a second thought, you found yourself moulding into his chest —like the prodigal child finding Home again. Eyes peppery with tears, your arms dug into the man with an action that could only be described as desperation.

Whether he was in pain or not you wouldn’t have known, as Polnareff made no move to adjust you or place you where he wasn’t sore. He only engulfed you, no questions asked or uttered.

You both stayed like that for a good several seconds although it felt fleeting and short. The only reason why you let go was because Polnareff had suddenly switched and pulled his attention towards the Nile situated several yards behind you.

“Regardè! That cow is freaking out about something…” He pointed, almost childishly to the disturbed cattle and rocking boat.

Feeling slightly disorientatated, you didn’t even have time to reply or pay proper attention to his observation as it seemed that his shared company had more words to say about it than you did.

“Gimme a break, Polnareff. Who the fuck cares? Just go find Avdol and Gramps…”

As you looked towards the grimacing black haired man, you realised why Polnareff may have been reluctant to say much to you. Was this his friend?

“I’ll look for them, don’t worry.” Polnareff gave you a look to wordlessly excuse himself as he trotted back towards the other man who was still crouched.

The black haired man was definitely aware of your presence, well, you think he was. But he didn’t seem to acknowledge you as he spoke to Polnareff. You looked at him closely, unsure why he seemed so defensive but either way you weren’t phased.

All of a sudden, an inward fizzing sound occured and it was like you were looking at him with a different set of eyes.

Your vision was suddenly tinted purple, your surroundings all tinted in that very colour. The crouching man’s body highlighted yellow and orange in various places in the shape and size of incisions and cuts. One orange on his cheek and a yellow dotted around other places. However, his lower stomach seemed to blare an alarming colour of red. Even without the changed vision you could tell there was a pool of blood dripping from the very same place.

Your vision quickly changed back to normal but you lightly gasped before also crouching down by his side.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?! That wound looks pretty deep.”

The black haired man didn’t look offended at your now invasive presence but he definitely watched you closely from underneath his hat.

“Ah, Jotaro will be alright. We just gotta find the others and then Avdol’ll be able to patch him up or something.” Polnareff chirped in.

Your brows furrowed between your eyes. Who were all these people Polnareff suddenly knew?

“Others?” You turned your head to hushly asked.

“Long story, I’ll explain later.” Polnareff answered.

“Yeah, but that’s only if we can find them in time.” The black haired man, (You’re guessing whose name was Jotaro?) grunted his piece as he finally sat down onto the dusty side road. His legs were spread out infront of him as his hand pressed painfully onto the crimson wound that stained just below his stomach.

“Fuck, I’m never going out with you alone ever again.”

Even though he directed that comment towards Polnareff, you could feel the bothered annoyance emitting from Jotaro. However, your concern was still towards his heavy gnash that didn’t seem to stop flowing red.

“I don’t know who this Avdol guy is but I’m sure I could help heal your wounds in the meantime.” You blurted.

Both Jotaro and Polnareff looked to you with questioning stances. Without much explanation, you tentatively laid your hands onto the bleeding area of Jotaro’s stomach.

Unexpectedly, the same purple tint that shaded your vision earlier glowed around your hand. Even though the healing wasn’t obvious due to the covering of his clothes, Jotaro’s visible discomfort started to ease.

With a dry laugh, Polnareff rubbed the side of his palm across his forehead.

“I never knew you had a stand?!”

As you continued to concentrate on the man’s wounds, you briefly uttered your reply.

“Oh. Is that what it’s called?”

Polnareff laughed again, yet this time it was full of bright colour.

“Now that I think about it, it makes sense. You were always the healing type. Whether it be a soothing word or just a plaster. You always knew how to make people feel better.”

You briefly looked up at your Home, smile warm as it radiated off of your face.

“Thanks.” You looked back down to where your hands hovered over the other man’s stomach. “I guess I needed to hear that.”

“You two know each other.”

Jotaro gruffly stated more than asked. His voice didn’t sound as pained but he was definitely worn out. Rolling his eyes, Polnareff answered for the two of you.

“Yeah, well, no shit.”

The black haired man didn’t scoff but he might as well have concerning how he lowered his cap further over his eyes.

Even though you weren’t familiar with their dynamic, you felt like you could figure it out quite quickly. If anything, it reminded you of the one you used to share with Polnareff all those years back. With a soft laugh, you shook your head.

“We all grew up together. Me, him and…”

You felt Polnareff freeze besides you. The distraught that was briefly dormant finally came back in a flow of cracked nostalgia. A pained expression dressed your face before you begrudgingly finished your sentence.

“…and Sherry.”

“The dead sister.” Jotaro stated.

Polnareff seemed distant now that the girl’s name was brought up. He nodded dutifully before heavily answering.

“Yeah. The one I avenged.”

You took heed of the older’s words.

Avengement.

Long gone were the days where you daily thought about reclaiming back power from Sherry’s killer. You found the task hopeless, time consuming and no use. Not because you didn’t care but because what use would it do you?

For ages, the guilt of Sherry simply being a victim haunted your psyche. It was only through suppression of feelings in which you could even bear to stand yourself, live on with your choices.

Maybe now it was finally time to face just one of your many demons.

“Let me help you.” You blurted out.

With a wild expression, Polnareff looked in your direction.

“What?”

A flurry of small tiny ants could have crawled along the inside of your chest with how it was seeming to burn. You cleared your throat once before explaining further.

“With whatever you’re doing out here. Fighting, avenging, I don’t know but just let me help.”

Conflict plagued Polnareff’s face. Even though it’d been so long, even though he’d grown a lot taller, older and even in a sense, more mature — that same expression he would wear as a child decorated his features.

For a split second you recond, to a certain extent, that Polnareff still counted as a child.

Polnareff searched his eyes over your face.

“No, mon coeur. It’s too dangerous.”

“Says who? I’ve survived long enough on my own and I turned out fine. You won’t need to look out for me and I won’t get in your way just…” You couldn’t even meet his eyes. “Just let me make it up to you.” You finished with a murmur.

With sagging shoulders, Polnareff stretched his hand down to you.

“You don’t owe me anything—“ is what he started with but as you moved your shoulder out of his arms reach, you seemed to unexpectedly burst.

“Jean Pierre! For the sake of finally being able to sleep easy. For the idea that I can finally say I’ve done something worthwhile with my life and stop running away — for me to avenge Sherry in my own way, let me help.”

Too stunned to speak, the older man simply didn’t. His mouth left agape at the sudden chagrin you spilt. The sudden realisation why life after Sherry’s death panned out the way it did for the both of you.

Having not been an active part of the conversation, Jotaro found himself being the one to keep the train of conversation going. God, Polnareff really did put him in the most awkward of situations.

“I don’t see why not.” Jotaro directed towards you. “Your stand will be useful anyways.”

Blinking over at the man, you realised that this was the first time you got a proper look at him. At first you presumed him to be at least Polnareff’s age or even older. But now that you saw his face, you realised that he was probably around the same age as you.

With a mild scoff, Polnareff wildly pointed his fingers in Jotaro’s direction, accusatory and boisterous air finally pumped back into him.

“And since when did you make the rules?” He fired.

Jotaro only sighed loudly.

“Gimme a break.”

As the six of you walked to your hotel destination for the night, you and Polnareff lagged behind the others.

It’d been a lot, taking in the story and journey Polnareff’s life had taken him on. Even the whole explanation of stands, stand users and the nefarious DIO seemed light in comparison to the eventual opening up of how the older man had barely been coping.

It was natural that you still felt bad about leaving all that time ago but Polnareff was adamant in affirming you that he understood — That he wasn’t angry.

“I won’t lie and say it was easy. I still struggle with coming to terms with her death, even after avenging her.”

As you kicked a lone stone, a flurry of dust followed its path. Polnareff continued.

“Avenging doesn’t do much for the dead. It’s only a way for the living to cope.”

Your shoulders raised and descended in a defensive shrug, your head held high.

“Doesn’t matter, I still want to help.”

Shaking his head, Polnareff disagreed. One of the guys walking in front of you, the one who you learnt went by the name of Avdol, glanced back towards the both of you. You watched as Polnareff shared a knowing glance with him before he continued speaking to you.

“I’m not trying to talk you out of it. Like you’d stand down if I said no, anyways. It’s just… Don’t think it’ll solve or heal anything. It just widens the hole.”

Sighing out of your nose, you shrugged once again only this time it was more of a mutual action.

“Jean Pierre, I know. And I guess— Well, thank you for looking out for me first of all. I do appreciate it, don’t get me wrong. But it’s okay. I’ve come to terms with whatever happens, what has happened.” With a soft smile, you directed Polnareff a warm gaze. “I know she’ll be proud that we kept on moving.”

Polnareff could only hazily smile back, a small nod in agreeal.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess she would.”

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onovnii · 2 years

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Can we get headcanons of soft moments with Kakyoin and his s/o?

soft moments with him | noriaki kakyoin

— short collection of intimate moments shared between kakyoin and his s/o.

feat. noriaki kakyoin x gn!reader cw/tws. established relationship — light part 3 spoilers , not beta read we die like men (i think y’all are used to that by now) reader was briefly under dio’s influence , mostly just fluff!! note. i have a sort of soft spot for kakyoin, so i ended up writing wayyy more than i should’ve... i wanted to add more but i already reached 1k words on this,, hope you enjoy either way!! :)

m.list.

this takes place during the events of stardust crusaders.

the trip through egypt was a grueling one, enemy stand users attacking the group from left and right, popping up at unexpected times and usually leaving them bloodied and bruised; but kakyoin knew that, he knew very well how hard the experience would be when he offered himself to join. but that never did stop him from worrying about the crusader’s newest member, you.

you had been put in a similar situation as he, a mindless zombie controlled by one of DIO’s flesh buds. when kakyoin had noticed you were a student just like him, he couldn’t help but feel a little sympathetic towards you. knowing DIO, you probably were put in a situation just like him; you more than likely felt the same fear as he did once.

when jotaro had saved you from the flesh bud, you had asked them if you could come along to repay them for their kindness; much like how kakyoin did weeks prior. despite how similar you two seemed to be, kakyoin noticed what had made you both different from one another. even though you were just under the control of DIO, your eyes showed no fright. they burned with determination and passion. everyone in the group could see that you weren’t held back by fear.

kakyoin admired you for it, honestly. maybe that’s the very same reason you both have gotten so close….

noriaki kakyoin.

▸ kakyoin knew very well that you could take care of yourself, he’s seen you fight and he’s nearly lost his life at your hands. even so, his worry doesn’t cease whenever a stand user makes themselves present. without thinking, kakyoin would pull you closer to him. maybe even stretch out an arm in front of you. kakyoin was usually in the rear end when fights occurred, since he’s long ranged. which means he’ll always look out for you from behind, making sure any blind spots you may have are protected with all he has. after a fight, kakyoin is the first one to check up on you, barely trying to hide his concern.

“are you alright?” he’d say while his eyes scan over your body. if he spots any cuts or blood, his eyes soften and he lets out a light laugh.

“you should be more careful, don’t want to end up losing you” he’d tease, pulling you back into the hotel so he could treat your wounds.

▸ when your group manages to find a decent hotel, you kakyoin and jotaro are usually ones who room together. sometimes jotaro just ends up joining polnareff to give you guys space. either way, you and kakyoin end up sharing a bed. kakyoin’s very aware that the rough environment may cause you to be a little restless, so he tries his best to help on the nights you can’t sleep.

▸ if it’s okay with you, he’ll pull you closer to him. hands tracing soothing patterns against your clothed skin. he’ll talk to you, tell you about his life back at home, or something mildly amusing that had happened earlier that day. he’d tell you how his mother used this same technique when he was younger, talking to him until he fell asleep, how he always wanted to try it on someone else. or maybe even how glad he is to have found a sliver of joy in this otherwise hellish trip, you.

▸ his talking and his comforting touch would lull you back to sleep, barely remembering the whispered “I love you” and the kiss to your forehead. but if you asked about it the next morning, kakyoin would only smile and flick your forehead.

“you must be imagining things.”

▸ there’s a lot of quiet moments during the trip, especially in cars or waiting around in the hotels. nothing much would happen and DIO’s lackeys would be strangely quiet in their activities…. to pass the time, kakyoin would find himself fantasizing about how life would’ve been if he had met you in normal circumstances. or what he’d like to do when everything's all said and done. sometimes, he’d talk to you about these things over food. kakyoin would wake up early, look around the local town in the hopes of finding something you’d like. when he does, he excitedly waits for you to wake up.

“ah, you’re up. there’s a little something I'd like to show you, I found it while going out for a walk this morning. I think you’ll enjoy it” he’d smile sweetly, caressing your cheek with his thumb. you were still half awake and his words barely made any sense to you. chuckling, kakyoin leans down and kisses your cheek.

“just come downstairs in five, okay?”

▸ when you caught up with him, kakyoin quickly dragged you out to the town. assuring joseph and avdol that you two would be perfectly fine on your own, and if anything were to happen they’d alert them as soon as they could.

▸ the place kakyoin had found was a small café, most likely family owned in the middle of the town. it looked like it served French and Italian desserts, a little gimmick for the tourists roaming around. kakyoin smiled brightly when pointing it out, seeming way more happy about it than you probably. it was cute, seeing him so uncharacteristically happy about something so mediocre.

▸ when you both sat down and enjoyed your orders, kakyoin had took the time to admire you. you looked so cute with frosting messily spread on your cheeks.

“hey, look at me.” that was your only warning before kakyoin reached over and swiped the frosting with his thumb off your cheek. he retracted his hand back and licked the frosting off him with a wink.

“you’re such a messy eater, you know?” he laughed, mostly at your shocked and flustered expression. he quickly apologized for embarrassing you, adding something along the lines of ‘i just couldn’t help it’ at the end of it.

▸ this wouldn’t be a kakyoin piece without mentioning games in some way…. kakyoin barely has time to invest in his little hobby anymore, but he’s still a gamer at heart. at some point, he’d bring up an old video game he used to play back at home, asking if you’ve ever played or heard of it. if not, he’d promise to you that he’d play it with you once you all get back from Egypt. claiming that you’d never be able to beat him though, which only brings you even more determination to beat him at his own favorite games.

▸ kakyoin would also make a game of things if he’d notice you were getting bored. most of the time the other crusaders would join in on the fun, jotaro mostly watching from the side. (with a hidden smile). but if it were just the two of you, he’d make a silly little game of “who can get what the fastest” when joseph sent you both out to look for things. if you won, your reward was a sweet and chaste kiss to the lips. if kakyoin won, he’d demand you give him a kiss as well. either way, you’ll end up kissing him.

▸ speaking of, kakyoin enjoys kissing. maybe it’s cause he lacked that sort of physical affection growing up, but he enjoys spending his free time alone with you, cuddled up in his lap and pressing gentle kisses to his skin. honestly, he tends to forget about the whole “stopping DIO” agenda during moments like those. in his mind, time has stopped and only you and him exist in that current moment.

▸ he finds it quite amusing how you’re so entertained by his hair. always absentmindedly playing with his curls, twirling it around your finger or swiping at it like a cat. kakyoin doesn’t let many people touch his hair. but if it’s you? it just makes his day.

▸ kakyoin enjoys any affection you give him, even if you aren’t a very affectionate person he appreciates it all nonetheless. though, he can be a bit of an ass with it as well. he’d tease you about it constantly. kakyoin honestly loves to tease you now that i mention it, constantly poking fun at you and making light hearted jokes at you. he never takes it too far though.

▸ during the time he was hospitalized and partially blind, you had offered to stay behind with him until he had recovered fully. you didn’t want kakyoin to have to recover alone, you didn’t want him to be alone again. but kakyoin argued against it, he reassured you he’d be fine. he told you that he didn’t feel so alone anymore, he had friends to look forward to. and he still had you, his significant other. kakyoin kissed your hands and promised you that he’d catch up to you, no matter where you were, he’d come back to you.

©ONOVNII - valene <3

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kinda-neutral-thingy · 2 years

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Hi hope your having a good day, can i request all of the members of the Stardust Crusaders with a younger teammate who they swear to protect since their younger than all of them( fem reader would be great). Thank you drink water😊🦋

Protective Stardust Crusaders with platonic! youngest! gn! Reader

Warnings: swearing, no Y/n usage

Notes: Hi, thanks for the request! Since there are a lot of characters here, I didn't spend a lot of lines on each of them. Also I didn't really used any fem pronouns or terms, so it's kinda gender-neutral

Noriaki Kakyoin

Noriaki is not used to protecting anyone, so he has to learn as he goes

He will not openly declare his desire to protect you, but he will not hide it either

In battle, he will try to repel enemy attacks from you with Hierophant Green

But during non-battle time, he will most likely monitor your well-being and will remind you of certain things like putting on sunscreen, drinking water, etc.

Since you are likely closer to him in the age group, he will be willing to listen to your age-specific problems

Despite the fact that it is awkward, he tries his best to help you anyhow, because deep down he thinks that this adventure is too much for you (hypocrite)

Muhammad Avdol

I see him as some kind of mentor or teacher

He is ready to protect you, but also tries to train you so that you can fight back the enemy

Initially, he was opposed to a young person like you joining the team, but he had to give up

Like Kakyoin, he will keep an eye on your condition, but he will be more open about his concerns

"You should focus more on the opponent's weaknesses and react to any of their openings. Being so careless won't do you any good!.. I really don't mean it in a bad way. Your enemies won't show mercy to you, so I want you to be able to fight properly. You are already doing a great job, but on our journey we should transcend our limits."

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Oh, he's definitely not projecting the situation with his younger sister onto you/sarc

He is one of the most open about his intentions in the team

He tells you directly that he wants to protect you

He will feel nervous if you are somewhere without someone to trust (aka a teammate)

Although it took him a while to get attached to you, perhaps some similarity between you and his sister was the catalyst for this

Random headcanon: He likes to show the team and you the cool stuff he finds in the markets you visit

"Look, it's an ashtray in the shape of a clock!"

Jotaro Kujo

He will definitely not show his real attitude towards you and will pretend that you annoy him

To be fair, he does this to everyone

He will even bitch about saving you from the enemy standuser

"Yare yare, why am I even wasting time on you, kid? We'll never get to Dio like that..."

Dude-

Don't even expect him to be gentle with you

The only time he'll show you that he cares is in the battle. You can see his concern only for a millisecond

Joseph Joestar

Oh, this old man-

He'll constantly tease you about your age

"Oh look, it's just your size!" he says, pointing to the clothes for a school-age child

He doesn't do it out of malice, he just doesn't want to miss the opportunity for a joke

In the first battle next to Joseph, he will share the signature technique of the Joestars with you

Wdym "this is cowardice"? This is just common sense/hj

Still expect from him old grandfather's advice that does not fit modern realities

He sincerely thinks they will help you

Well, it's 50/50...

Iggy

He'll bite people that are mean to you, or even fart on them

Like Jotaro, he will act like he doesn't care

No, you definitely imagined that he bit the leg of a salesman who sold you low-quality goods for a lot of money/sarc

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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hello ♡ could i request for the SDC with a gn reader who writes and sings songs? i always liked to imagine the SDC sitting around by a campfire singing songs together HAHA

one night while everyone��s asleep, they catch reader singing a song with its lyrics very suspiciously sounding like it’s about them. their reaction when reader bashfully tells them that yes, they did write a song about them is completely up to you! have a lovely day ahead :)

omg ofcccccc! i love writing for the sdc, so thank you for the request! i love singing myself, so this was a lot of fun! and this is so sweet too omg. anyway! thanks again for the request!! have a good day/night lovely anon! <3

SDC with a gn!reader who loves to sing and writes a song for them

Pairing - Jotaro x gn!reader, Kakyoin x gn!reader, Avdol x gn!reader, Polnareff x gn!reader, Joseph x gn!reader

Warnings - none!

Notes - omg you're so nice! i love this request anon and i had even more fun writing it! sorry if it took a little while, ive been a little busy, but here it is! <3 you have a lovely day as well!!! <33333

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Jotaro Kujo

we all know this little baby man mommas boy loved being sang lullabies to when he was little

no one can fight me on that, i know what im talking about

he would act like he doesnt like when you start singing around the campfire or just to yourself, but he actually loves your voice and wishes you would sing more tbh

he rolls his eyes and does his iconic "yare yare daze", but we alllll know he loves it

the little turd

and one day, he's walking past your hotel room when he hears your beautiful voice past the door. he immediately calms down (because lets be honest, he was probably pouting or something). he presses his ear to the door and then freezes. he had never heard this song before, meaning you wrote it, not only that... but the lyrics sound suspiciously like about him.

he heard you singing about the time he saved your life and the time that the two of you watched the sunset before moving on to the next destination

he could honestly feel himself start to tear up

until Polnareff and his loud ass voice appeared

"Jotaro? What are you doing with your ear pressed to the door like that?"

boy nearly jumped out of his skin

and then you opened the door, holding your ukulele/guitar/another random instrument

you tilt your head and ask jotaro why was there

he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck

"was that song about me?"

you clutched onto your instrument with a bright red face and nodded

he just nodded and walked away

all he wanted to do was hear that song one more time

Noriaki Kakyoin

he would sing with you tbh

he probably has the voice of an angel

omg hes so pretty

he definitely knows how to play an instrument, so he would join in to a lot of the campfire songs

he also just goes quiet sometimes to listen to your voice

he would scoot closer

stand closer

anything just to hear your voice flow through his ears

he is a such a sucker for you and your voice

one night, you invite kakyoin to sit outside on the roof of your hotel to look at the moon

you're shaking the whole time, completely nervous

then kakyoin notices you're holding an instrument

"are you going to sing?" he asks so nicely with the cutest smile, making all your nerves disappear

you start singing, making the boy melt

he closes his eyes and just lets your voice flow

UNTIL

he hears some oddly familiar lyrics

"hair like a cherry"

"eyes like a beautiful night"

he stops you in the middle of the song, putting his hand on yours

"is this about me?"

you nod and kakyoin immediately pulls you in for a hug, feeling himself tear up

no one has ever been this nice to him

he loves you more than anything in the world

Mohammad Avdol

this man loves a good song around the campfire

laughing

ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS

omg he's the king of a roasted marshmallow

but his favorite part is your voice

you sound like an angel to him

he almost feels bad dragging you around

putting you in danger

but he knows how strong you are

but seeing you be so vulnerable through song is something he absolutely loves, just making him want to protect you even more

the way this man TEARS UP every time he hears your voice

i love this sweetheart sm

one night, he wanted some fresh air, so he stepped out on his balcony. his room was right next to your and he was surprised you didnt notice him

instead, your eyes were closed and you were... crying

crying and singing

but the lyrics... they were so sweet

talking about avdol

about him

about how you wanted him, but didnt know if he wanted you

avdol literally started crying

you finished your song and turned to see avdol with tears in his eyes

you jumped up and quickly apologized and avdol reached his hand over his balcony to grab yours

you grabbed his hand and he kissed it, apologizing for making you feel that way

you explained that it was just a song and that you werent upset or anything, but avdol kissed your hand again, inviting you over to his room for the night to cuddle

god i love this big ol teddy bear

Jean Pierre Polnareff

sing in french, coward, you wont

tbh tho he would be over the moon for your voice

he would call you his "petit ange"

he would goof around during campfire song time, until you start seriously singing

his mouth would be shut, just watching you

a smile on his face and a tear in his eye

he's my favorite sdc omggggg

then one day, you grab polnareff's big arm, practically being able to swing on it

"what are you doing mon cheri?" polnareff giggled and got you off of his arm, pulling you in for a hug

as you were in between his man boobies arms, you told him that you had a surprise for him

"a surprise? i love surprises"

you sit him down and sit in front of him, pulling out an instrument

you begin singing to him in french

you forgot something super important tho

polnareff speaks french

every word was for him and for some reason, you thought he wasn't going to understand the lyrics

you thought you were being all sneaky, but no

silly you

you finish the song with a smile and look up at polnreff who has tears rolling down his cheeks

"do you mean that, mon cheri?"

you nodded, with blush on your face and he pulled you into his arms, never wanting to let go

omggggg I LOVE HIM ITS NOT FAIIIIIR

Old Joseph

this turd thinks everything is about him

you sing a known love song and he's like "is that for meeeeeee~~~~"

no joseph. its not.

he would slide next to you when you're singing and be like "oh, did you write that for me?"

you would just push his face away with a little giggle placing a kiss on his cheek

no, it's not, but you are a pretty fine looking old guy, i must admit

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓 | vento aureo; twenty-nine.

☆ ⁺ « HAND IN THE COOKIE JAR

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : with virtually nothing left in their credit account, a gang of space thieves turn to the richest man in the galaxy to give them a job worth millions. too bad those never come easy, even with stand abilities and a pretty-faced crew. notes : sci fi au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 3k+

★˚⋆ YOU BROUGHT THE RECEIVER TO your lips and spoke in the most exaggerated Lower Space accent you knew how to. “‘Ello? This is Ahren Irani. May I speak to Pannacotta Fugo?”

“Who is this? I don’t know anyone by that name.”

Fugo’s suspicion was practically a knife, sharp and cutting. It might have pissed you off but you were just glad to hear his voice again.

Stars, you could have cried. Your crew had made it to Minos. They were okay.

“You have five seconds to explain yourself before I hang up.”

You darted a look around the dock. A few bored sailors and dockworkers, some grisly fishermen. Abbacchio keeping watch by the corner. No one seemed the least bit interested in you. Even the cracked holoscreen in the corner wasn’t displaying any current news about your crew.

“Fugo,” you said, cutting back on the Lower Space twang. “It’s me.” Your throat tightened. “Your Captain.”

You heard Fugo inhale. It became utterly quiet on the other end of the call.

“Fugo?” you said.

“What’s the name of my Stand?” Fugo asked.

“Purple Haze. Or Purple Catastrophe, depending on who you ask.”

“H-how are you alive?” he spluttered and you almost laughed. “How did you manage to get out of the Black Zone? Are you on Minos right now?”

“I don’t really know myself. It’s a long story, but yeah, I’m on Minos. Where are you and the crew?”

Fugo got over his shock quickly. “We got here a few days ago and took a while to regroup. Coco Jumbo managed to make contact with Polnareff and we took one of the ferries to the nearby islands. D46. We’re under a made-up research crew Coco whipped up. We have clearance for three weeks.”

“How much time do we have left?”

“A week,” said Fugo grimly.

It was about what you had expected, but hearing it from Fugo made it so much worse.

“Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll find a way to reach you.”

“Will you be able to? We can send someone out.”

“You need everyone to deal with Polnareff. I’ll manage. We can’t waste anymore time. Besides, I have help.”

“Help?”

You looked in Abbacchio’s direction. He’d left his GA uniform behind and wore black pants and a grey button-up. His hair was shoved under a cap. As far from an Inspector as you could please. “You’ll see.”

Fugo’s voice suddenly turned urgent. “Captain, I have to ask. Did JoJo ever say anything to you? Anything strange?”

“No. Strange how, exactly?”

“No. It’s nothing. I was just curious. I wanted—ah, well, it’s not important. We’ll continue things here then,” said Fugo. “I’ll pass you over to Mista. He’s been listening in this whole time and nearly shat his pants.”

“Shut up, you flackbag,” Mista said without missing a beat. You couldn’t help smirking. “Is that really you, Cap?”

“Who else?”

Mista’s voice went uncharacteristically soft. Your breath caught.

“You really scared me, you know that? I don’t know what I would’ve done if—flack, I’m so glad you’re alive.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“I should be the one apologizing. I said I’d have your back and I let you get swept into the Black Zone. I deserve to be belted for that.”

“You made good on your oath, so that’s what matters.”

Mista was quiet for a few beats. “I didn’t. Fugo had to step up. I was too distraught to do anything. We’d still be back in the Black Zone looking for you if it weren’t for him.”

You closed your eyes. “I’m just glad everyone’s alright.”

“Yeah, well, about that . . .”

“What is it?” Your voice sharpened.

“Nothing. Just that . . . Narancia’s eye hasn’t been doing so hot. It started bleeding the other day. Scary shit.”

“Is he okay?”

“It’s bandaged, but he needs medical attention. I think it’s a lot worse than he’s letting on. He could barely see straight the past few days and he’s been weak. He’s been numbing it with eye drops. At best, some kind of infection. At worst, he’ll probably need a cybernetic.”

“That idiot,” you muttered, but it was more worried than irritated.

“We’ll look after him, Cap. You just get your ass here. You’re on the main docks, right? A guy named Rati brought us over. He’s trustworthy. If you show him Zero’s pin, it should be a breeze.”

“Will do.”

“Oh, and Cap. You owe me a round of drinks. Don’t die or anything stupid like that.”

You smiled weakly. “I won’t. Talk to you soon.”

You replaced the receiver and Abbacchio took that as his cue to make his way over.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“The crew’s fine. They’re out on island D46. Said if we get in contact with some guy named Rati, he should be able to get us out.”

Abbacchio tilted his head. “Would that happen to be him over there? He’s been staring at you since you started the call.”

Across the docking office, someone leaned against the entrance, not quite casually. You couldn’t make out any distinguishing features about them, only that they were dressed in the full-body skin suit that researchers on Minos seemed to like and had on a large blue visor over their eyes.

You traded a look with Abbacchio. He gave a one-shoulder shrug.

“Do you know anyone around here named Rati?” you asked, walking over to the person. They looked you up and down, and you couldn’t help feeling self-conscious. After narrowly dying just a day ago, you couldn’t imagine that you looked very appealing.

“Who’s asking?”

The voice was male. Light. Pleasant. He hadn’t corrected you, so you assumed he really was Rati.

From your jacket pocket, you took out Zero’s pin. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d used it.

“I’m under Zero’s employ. I’ve been told you can get us to island D46.”

“And why do you need to get there?”

“I don’t see how that’s your business.”

“Don’t get defensive. I was just curious. If you’re here for sights, there are plenty of more attractive islands. And if you’re here for research, that island has already been extensively mapped and catalogued.”

You set your jaw. “I just need to get to island D46. Can you take us or not?”

Rati looked over your shoulder at Abbacchio. “Friend of yours?”

“Associate.”

The stranger nodded to himself. “You must be with the crew that just passed by. They were just as rude as you were.”

“Can you help us or not? There are plenty of other people on this dock I can ask.”

“Does a thousand credits sound okay?”

You would normally decline, but you were on Zero’s dime. “I can double it if you like.”

The visor didn’t cover Rati’s mouth, so you could see when he grinned. “Follow me then.”

You were thankful you’d thought to stock Party Rock up before you’d left Abbacchio’s ship. You had a few electors on hand you could use, and blades at Abbacchio’s insistence. You stared at the back of Rati’s head as you followed him out of the docking office. You hoped he could feel that you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him if he tried anything funny.

The air on Minos was crisp and bracing, a nice change to the stale, recycled air you’d been breathing on ships. Little colour seemed to exist on the planet, the buildings, water, and sky all just different shades of grey. Gulls cawed overhead, diving occasionally into the sea for fish. When you looked off at the islands in the distance, the lack of vegetation struck you. No trees or bushes anywhere. Mostly stone and shale. It made for a lonely planet, you thought. It was no wonder that few people outside of researchers made their home here.

All along the dock were various seacraft, from dinghies to speed jets to motorboats. Rati’s motorboat was small and unassuming. It looked like it could have carried tourists in another life.

“Get yourself settled,” Rati said. “I just have to check back with the office for a permit. Help yourself to a life vest. I’d hate it if anyone were to fall overboard.”

While Rati doubled back, you clambered to the front of the motorboat and reached under the seat for a life vest. You didn’t like how unstable the boat was. Already, you were starting to feel a little nauseous.

“Ever been on a boat before?” Abbacchio asked.

“No. Never been out on the ocean, either. We didn’t have beaches on Solymus.”

“Not even after all of your escapades?”

You realized then that it was a little silly you had never thought to use your credits on a cruise ship or something. You’d been to plenty of resorts but never out to the ocean. On any planet at all.

Abbacchio grunted.

“Have you ever been on a boat?”

“A few times.” Abbacchio squinted out at the horizon. “Never liked it much.”

You took a few minutes to look around the motorboat while Rati was still gone. Rope, a water buoy, a holopad set into the side. Nothing noteworthy. There was a cooler near the controls that you pulled out, however.

You couldn’t tell how long it had been sitting out here, but it was ice-cold. Maybe Rati had restocked it recently.

Abbacchio shifted in his seat. The motorboat rocked. “Are you sure we can trust this guy?”

“You don’t?”

“He seemed very eager to help two complete strangers.”

“That’s what Zero’s pin gets you,” you said lightly, but it didn’t quite land.

You felt under the cooler lid for the latch. You suddenly felt thirsty. You should have gotten a drink back at the office.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t open that.”

You looked up at Rati. It was hard to make out his expression behind his visor, but you imagined he smiled at you the way a parent smiled at a toddler with their hand in the cookie jar.

It rankled you.

“I’m not allowed to have a drink?”

“Of course, but there’s no water in there.” Rati slid the cooler back beneath the steering wheel. From some unseen corner, he passed you a bottle of water.

“What’s inside it, then?” you asked.

“Nothing of concern. Do you get seasick?” Rati asked, still infuriatingly pleasant. He put a key in the ignition and the motorboat hummed to life. You crushed the water bottle in your palm, too pissed now to drink.

“It’s fine if you are, as long as you direct yourself into the water and not the bottom of my boat.” Rati laughed at his own joke. For that, you were willing to throw up right into his lap.

Rati eased the motorboat away from the dock and out onto open waters. Nothing but grey sea seemed to stretch away from you in all directions.

“It’ll take us at least an hour to get to island D46,” Rati said. “If at any point you want to turn back, please let me know.”

For a while, only the roar of the motorboat and the churning waves filled the silence. You leaned over the edge of your seat, letting the sea spray splash across your face. You couldn’t say exactly what it was about Rati that threw you off. If it was his politeness, that honestly said more about you than him.

Abbacchio and Rati engaged in mindless chatter as the ride went on. You listened in silently, not willing to contribute anything. Even though Abbacchio was a shit liar, the anecdotes he fabricated about your time in the Institute weren’t half bad. You could almost have believed them yourself. Rati remained nothing short of courteous the entire conversation, nodding and commenting at all the right intervals. It didn’t escape your notice that he offered nothing about himself.

More than once, the cooler that Rati kept by his leg kept slipping out and sliding around the motorboat. Either you or Abbacchio would have to carry it back and Rati would sheepishly thank you. It was strange. The ride was rocky, but not enough for a big-ass cooler to be sliding around like that. It made you think about Rati saying there weren’t any drinks inside of it. If not drinks, why the flack would you have cooler onboard? It wasn’t light enough to be empty and you would’ve bet anything that Rati wasn’t a fisherman.

Every time the cooler slid toward you, you had to fight not to pry the damn thing open. What the flack was inside?

“Have you lived on Minos all your life?” you decided to ask during a lull. Abbacchio shot you a look, but you ignored him.

“No. I only started living here recently.”

“So you’re a researcher?”

“You could say that. I do odd jobs here and there. Transport services for people like yourself.”

“Where did you live before Minos?”

Rati gave a half-smile. “Is this an interrogation?”

“Don’t get defensive. I was just curious,” you said mockingly.

Rati’s smile widened. It made you want to punch him. “In that case, I lived on a well-off moon colony for most of my childhood. Then I got caught up in . . . illicit activities. Thankfully, I managed to extricate myself and make my way here. The rest is history.”

You didn’t buy this nice-guy act for one second. He was probably still involved in “illicit activities”, whatever those were. If you weren’t already halfway out in the middle of the ocean, you would have demanded he take you back.

“How lucky,” you said flatly.

“I’m trying to turn my life around,” Rati said. “Some days are harder than others. I try to take things one at a time.”

And then, because of course it did, the cooler slid out from Rati’s feet yet again.

“I’ve had enough of this,” you snapped, pulling the cooler towards you. “What the flack is in this thing? This has to be the tenth time it’s slid out already.”

“I wouldn’t open that if I were you,” Rati said, but you were already prying the lid open. Bits of steam escaped it and before you had gotten the entire lid off, something flew out of it, and splattered on the floor.

You immediately drew up your feet. “What the flack?”

Abbacchio stood up, his hand going instinctively to his shoulder holster before he remembered he didn’t have it anymore. “What was that?”

Rati killed the engine. The cordial smile slid off his face. “I was afraid this would happen.”

You reached into your pocket for a card and took out an elector. “What the flack is going on here, Rati? We paid you to get us to the island, not mess with us.”

“Please don’t make any sudden movements,” Rati said, raising a hand. “I can explain. You just need to sit down. Both of you.”

You pointed the elector as his face. “Explain, you flackbag.”

Abbacchio started moving towards the ship’s stern.

“Stop! Don’t move,” Rati commanded, and the sudden steel in his voice gave Abbacchio pause. Rati’s mouth flattened into a line. He raised his other hand so they both pointed towards the sky.

“I will explain. But unless you want to die, I need both of you to sit down. Now. You have no idea how deadly that thing you just released is.”

You and Abbacchio looked at each other. Rati wasn’t flacking around. Slowly, gingerly, Abbacchio lowered himself back in his seat. The boat rocked lazily as the motion of the waves took over. With your free hand, you clenched your seat so hard your knuckles turned white.

Rati began to speak quickly. “A few days ago, a man was found dead on the docks. The GA’s reported the death as a suicide. The citizens here were relieved. The man had been nothing but a nuisance during his time here. The only thing he did was walk around and ask people to shoot him. He desperately wanted to die. His name was Carne.

“We thought that was the end of it. But things started happening. Random attacks. Animals dying. One woman was nearly mauled to death. It was unusual. Minos has a relatively low crime rate. This had never happened before. There were rumours that a new organism had made its way over from one of the islands and that it was attacking everyone. It was described as small, fleshy. It moved with incredible speed and seemed to draw energy from other living things.

“A group was dispatched to deal with it. I was among them. We spent an entire night chasing after it. But then it started chasing us. It attacked randomly, indiscriminately. By some stroke of luck, I managed to trap it in this cooler. I was meant to give it to one of the researchers interested in it on island D46 except that you have now released it onto this boat.”

Abbacchio swore. You were tempted to pitch yourself into the ocean.

“Why didn’t you just say so then?” you hissed, as though the organism could hear you. “I wouldn’t have opened it if I’d known. And why would you keep it in a cooler of all things?”

“It wasn’t as though I could transfer it somewhere else without being attacked,” Rati snapped. “Most people keep away from things when they’re told.”

You swallowed your retort. You knew you had no right to be angry. This was on you.

“What do we do?” Abbacchio asked. “We have to get it back into the cooler.”

“As I said, the creature attacks indiscriminately. We haven’t been able to figure out how it latches onto its targets. It uses something other than sight. Some kind of sensor.”

Abbbacchio moved his head slowly. “One of us is going to have to move if we want to catch it.”

“Don’t move unless you’re told,” Rati said with a pointed look in your direction. He began moving away from the steering wheel and made his way toward the cooler.

This motorboat was tiny. You should’ve been able to see the creature. Was it possible that it had fallen overboard somehow?

Rati lifted up the cooler. He flipped open the lid and then tucked it under his arm. He raised his head, searching.

You opened your mouth, then stiffened when you heard a low growl behind you. A chill went down your back.

Abbacchio’s eyes widened. Rati didn’t have time to react.

You whipped around, then screamed as the creature latched onto your face with a wet squelch.

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