#and kakyoin too. and iggy.... like dear god....

[tonberry-yoda]

I don't know it if ur alright with jojos angst, BUT here's a prompt I think abt a lot. Dio is seen as cruel and emotionless right? (Cuz he is) but let's say his S/O dies protecting him, and to out a cherry on top of the cake he had literally been treating his S/O terribly as of late due to being blinded by his mission to kill jotaro and for power.

If u can't tell I love angst.

okay, i know i dont usually write heavy angst, but this just feels right. like it's the perfect prompt, plus i wrote something super similar a long time ago and wanted to make it better! also, obsessed with the kitty photo. Thank you so much for the request @kindadolly and I really hope you enjoy!!! <3

Why? - DIO

Pairing - DIO x reader

Warnings - heavy angst, death, spoilers for part 3 of jjba

Word Count - 993

Notes - thank you so much for the request again! this one is really heavy, so if you arent comfortable with the warnings above, do not read this one. i quite like it though and it was definitely something else to write that's for sure. i definitely need to write some fluff later lmaoooo. enjoy and please stay hydrated everyone! <333

"DIO, dear!" You hummed, running into his room before throwing your arms around him. "We should go on a date." You smiled and sat on his lap. "We haven't done that in a while, huh? What do you say?"

You watched DIO closely, his bright blonde hair shimmering in the candlelight that lit up the dark room you were in. "No."

"No? What do you mean no?" You crossed your arms and jokingly pouted, hoping that he was just playing with you.

"I mean it. No." DIO grabbed you from underneath your shoulder and placed you on the ground, continuing whatever work he was doing at his desk.

"Are you kidding me?! After all I've done for you?! I've found more than half of the stands that work for you and you can't even get us a simple dinner out?!"

"You're overreacting now, pet."

"Call me that one more time." Your eyes went dark. This was getting old. "I'm not overreacting, DIO. You're too stuck up on taking down the Joestars and all that bullshit. I just wanted dinner. Maybe even a walk around Egypt. Is that too much to ask?"

DIO turned to you, his eyes almost glowing. "Yes. It is. Now leave me be, I'm busy."

You turned and walked out of the room, clearly upset. He had to be kidding, right? After all you've done and he treats you like that?! Who gave a rat's ass about some stupid 17 year old and his grandpa. Sure, you wanted to help DIO, but god this was getting old.

You found a nearby guest room and slammed yourself onto the bed, ignoring the dust flying off of the sheets. Who did that asshole think he was anyway?

You turned on your back and looked at the dark ceiling above you. You knew you were falling into a trap when he pulled you into his arms. When he told you he loved you. When his claw-like nails ran under your chin as he called you loving names. But to be honest, you really didn't care.

You knew what you were getting into. You knew what this would take. So why were you still so upset?

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a light tap on your door.

You sat up, the dust around you looking almost like snow. "Come in."

The door slowly opened as Terence D'Arby peeked his head into your room. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything, y/n."

"No, you're fine, Terence," you wiped your eyes that you just realized were filled with tears. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. I just wanted to inform you that it looks like the Joestars are about to arrive at the castle."

"Really?" You stood up.

"No need to panic. I have already informed Lord DIO."

You nodded and stayed in your place. "Well do what you must, D'Arby."

"That I shall," he bowed at you and stood back up with a smile. "This should be fun."

You giggled and watched him leave the room. "It should, shouldn't it?"

---

You're breathing was getting heavier and heavier. You clearly didn't train yourself well enough for this battle. Kakyoin, Avdol, and Iggy were already dead and it looked like DIO had taken care of Joseph Joestar and Polnareff, so maybe you could just sit for a little while.

You didn't even know why you were fighting in the first place. Well, you did. DIO wanted your stand in the battle. It was strong, so he needed it. But maybe you'd be doing a way better job if your own boyfriend had trained you or even taught you how to better use your stand without becoming so exhausted.

You took a deep breath and sat down on a nearby bench. Your chest felt like it was about to explode. And it didn't help that Polnareff had nearly kicked the shit out of you back there before DIO showed up. You coughed up some blood. Shit.

You were becoming lightheaded.

Dammit.

DIO could handle himself, right?

You stood up, miraculously, to check on him and it wasn't looking so good. Sure, you believed that DIO could take down a literal 17 year old, no matter how strong, but that stupid stand, Star Platinum, that was going to be the real problem.

You didn't know why, but you ran out, your lungs weak and your hands covered in your own blood, and covered DIO right as Star Platinum was about to finish the job.

---

DIO only remembers seeing your body fall to the ground and the world going quiet. He quickly lashed out at Jotaro and stopped time.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Darling?" DIO unfroze time and knifes went flying at Jotaro, seemingly knocking him dead. "Darling please."

DIO laughed, thinking you were just joking. Hoping that you two could go on that date you asked him for. Dammit why did he have to treat you like shit those last two days?

"y/n, this isn't funny. y/n please."

You opened your almost lifeless eyes and placed your hand on DIO's cheek. "Come on babe-" you were interrupted by one last coughing fit, apologizing for the blood you got on DIO. "We all knew you were going to outlive me anyway." You smiled and ran your weak fingers through DIO's hair.

"I know," DIO's tear fell onto your cheek and he wiped it away quickly. "I just didn't want it to happen so soon."

"Well, I'll see you in hell, won't I?"

"After how I treated you? Probably."

"Don't feel bad. You were just busy. I just..." you giggled, though not meaning to. "I really wanted to go on that date." Both tears and blood were running down your face as DIO placed one last kiss onto your cold lips.

When he pulled away, you were gone.

Why did he have to treat you like that?

He was going to kill Jotaro for this one.

#i hope this isnt too dark #jjba #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #<3 #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #dio brando x reader #dio x reader #dio #angst #tw death #tw angst #dio angst #dio brando #sdc #sdc x reader #stardust crusaders #stardust crusaders x reader #jjba part 3 #tw spoilers

[chuuconcon]

jotaro’s little sister w/ the crusaders

TAGS: fem!reader, fluff, platonic

WORDS: 771

A/N: this is kinda cringy but it’s been sitting in my drafts for like a month so 😐

being jotaro’s little sister may sound like the definition of a nightmare

and it sort of was.

let’s say you’re five years younger than him.

and for most of your life, he had protected you and cared for you openly.

he still did of course, just in his own way.

when he got that weird spirit that landed him in jail, you became worried.

especially when a spirit of your own appeared before you went to sleep, but you were convinced it was your tired mind playing tricks until the spirit kept showing up.

not long after, your grandfather shows up and explains the whole deal with DIO, later on asking jotaro to join him after your mother falls ill, for plot reasons an unknown reason, you don’t fall as ill as her, only slightly weaker.

and you’re determined to save your mom as well.

“grandpa! i wanna go too!”

“… a-aren’t you like 6?”

you were 12 thank you very much.

after a LOT of begging, grandpa joseph hesitantly allows you to come with, as long as you promised to always stay by his or your brother’s side so you wouldn’t get hurt.

you meet avdol, who becomes such a father figure for you. he treats your wounds throughout the journey, and always makes sure you’re comfortable and okay.

whenever you were cold at night, he would lightly smile at you before pulling you closer inside his cape and lighting some fire in his palm to warm you up.

next one you meet is kakyoin.

at first, he doesn’t really get close to you, even after you try and make conversation.

he just quietly listens, occasionally nodding.

but after a while of traveling together, you two become very close. laughing at silly jokes and talking about the latest video games.

he’s also very scared of you getting hurt or even dying at such an age because of this trip, so he becomes almost as protective as your two relatives when it came to your safety.

but there was no one in your group that made you laugh as hard as polnareff.

at first, you hated him, calling him a weird pervert.

he never understood why you called him a pervert, you never really knew how to answer.

you develop a friendly rivalry, joking, teasing, and being at each other's throats every second.

he sees his sister in you, which also makes him more protective, scared your fate will be the same as hers.

but in all honesty, pol just wants you to have a good time, knowing how hard it probably was for you, so young and small, wondering if your mom will even make it, or if you will even make it.

iggy and you were best friends, definitely.

you were the only one he never farted or bark angrily at.

he would always be on your lap, letting you do whatever you desired.

you were thankful for the trip because, aside from meeting four new friends, you could finally spend some time with your dear grandfather.

he is so protective of you. not letting anyone but the men in the group to even get near you.

so scared that he might lose you, he’d never forgiven himself.

whenever you got your period or any sort of girl problem, he’d be right there within seconds.

grandpa joseph is the one who cuddles you to sleep, telling you about his adventures or singing softly to make you fall asleep in his arms.

to him you were still just his tiny granddaughter, a baby.

and jotaro shared that sentiment.

he had seen you grown up, your father always absent so he was the only man you could look up to.

his little baby sister who he promised to never hurt.

he did hurt you though, not physically.

after some time, the once inseparable jotaro, starts to distance himself from you, and just like he screams at his mother, he screams at you.

holly is mature and understands that he’s going through a phase, that what he says is far from the truth.

but you don’t.

you start to think he hates you and give him his space.

but god if there’s someone jotaro loves most in this world was his little sister.

and you realized it during the trip to egypt.

when he would wipe your tears after you worried for yours and your mother's safety.

when he took multiple blows to the stomach in order to shield you.

and when he kissed your forehead and whispered a love you brat, pls don't leave me the night before you fought DIO.

#jjba x reader #SDC x reader #jojos bizzare adventure #jjba #fem reader #female reader #platonic #fluff #chuuconcon

[jojosbizarreblog]

Reader gives forehead smooches to the Crusaders? (Especially by having to pull them down cuz theyre so tall) (and Platonic smooch for Oldseph? 🥰)

(Whooo boy forehead smoochies here we come)

Trying to give the Crusaders Forehead Smooches

Jotaro

Whoo boy, you wanna kiss this man?

Well you better be prepared.

This man does not go down easy

You’ll have to climb up on a surface or something.

I’d say climb him like a tree i would but he’ll just y e e t you off using Star Platinum or something.

“Hey Jotaro, come here please.”

“Why?”

“Just cause,”

“Yare yare daze...”

Act fast, tilt his hat back and give him a big ol’ smooch and then back up.

It’ll catch him by surprise and you’ll see a blush on his face before he fixes his hat and walk away.

Will not look you in the eye for the rest of the day, poor emotionally constipated boy.

Kakyoin

Oh boy he lives for forehead kisses! Growing up, his mom used to give him forehead kisses but obvious he grew out of it.

Soft boy!!!!!! It’ll make him feel so appreciated!

“Kakyoin can you lean down for a sec?”

“Sure, what’s up (y/n)—oh!”

If you catch him by surprise, he’ll get super flustered!

But if he guesses your motive be assured that he’ll kiss your forehead back. Maybe even catch you before you strike.

Please give him more kisses.

Joseph

Smooch on the cheek!!!!!

He’ll laugh and ruffle your hair.

He might even pick you up in a hug and s q u e e z e

Like good god who needs Hermit Purple? Joseph is a boa constrictor of his own.

Hgggg boisterous sweater grandpa is boisterous

He’ll point to his other cheek and ask “Another one to make it even?”

He’ll give you a forehead kiss back.

“Thanks (y/n), you’re like the grandchild I’ve always wanted and never had.”

Cue Jotaro yelling “HEY”

Sorry I’m not good at platonic stuff, I’m trying. :(

Avdol

Aw precious man.

Honestly he’s probably been giving you forehead kisses first.

So you decided to turn the tables on him.

Avdol will probably see it coming a mile away but he’ll indulge you. Because he loves you.

He’ll give you a kiss back right away, pulling you close and leaning down to give you a peck.

“Love you Avdol!”

“Love you too, dear.”

Polnareff

Bold of you to assume he’s not the one initiating them. Polnareff LOVES kisses and he loves YOUR kisses, this man is huge on PDA even.

This could go one of two ways.

He’ll point to his lips and say, “You missed a spot, mon amour.”

Or he’ll just skip it and pull you straight into a kiss right away.

Overly affectionate French man is overly affectionate.

He just wants to show you his love, there’s lots to go around.

Bonus: Iggy

???????

I hope you just wanna give him a kiss because he’s a dog and dogs are adorable.

Anyways you either have to have a crapton of coffee gum or he must really like you.

Might even give you dog kisses back idk.

Look I was doing this as a joke alright.

#stardust crusaders headcanons #part 3 stardust crusaders #jojo's bizarre adventures x reader #jojo kakyoin #jojo's bizarre adventure #noriaki kakyoin #stardust crusaders x reader #noriaki kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriaki x reader #jojo avdol #avdol x reader #polnareff x reader #kujo jotaro x reader #jotaro x reader #joseph joestar #my works #masterlist #my writing compendium

[hammeredalcoholic]

Jotaro falling in love durring the events of part 4? 🥺🥺

hell yeah, my boy, my one true love ///

ah god this got so long,,, i just fucking love part 4 jotaro

in which jotaro catches feelings for the first time when he’s 28

rated: sfw

You were a stand user that had been there during the events of Egypt in 1989, helping Jotaro and the Stardust Crusaders on their trip to defeat DIO. It wasn’t easy, to say the least, but you were lucky you got out with your life. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, Avdol, Kakyoin and Iggy were not so lucky. 

You had stayed with Jotaro and Joseph as they recovered, and finished high school while bound to your hospital room. But after graduating, you had left Jojo to go study abroad in America. You had given him your contact information though, and told him that you would still check in with the Speedwagon Foundation if any help was needed. 

10 years had passed, and you had found your way in becoming an extremely talented journalist. You worked in New York City, and still continued to check it with the Foundation, despite no word of any bad news. 

That was until the summer, when you got a phone call from a number you didn’t recognize. Picking it up, you put your phone between your shoulder and ear, continuing to write out your report. “Hello?” 

“Hey.” That voice. It was familiar. Who was it? Your mind ran instantly back to Egypt and that delinquent who basically saved the world. You gasped and dropped your pen onto the paper. “Jotaro? Jotaro Kujo?” 

“Yeah, it’s me. It’s been awhile.” You laughed into the receiver. “A while? It’s been 10 years! You should have called sooner!” You heard him chuckle slightly. “I’ve been a bit busy.” 

Jotaro had asked you to come investigate some of the bizarre happenings in Morioh, Japan. Now you couldn’t just say no to that, could you? You spoke with your boss, managed to get a month off of work, and booked your ticket the next day. 

Arriving in Japan, everything hit you at once. You were finally back at home- albeit not your actual home town, but Japan is Japan after all. Getting off the plane and grabbing your luggage, you hauled yourself to the pick up center. Jotaro had said he’d get you at 2, right? It was 1:55 now- 

Your thoughts were cut off by a tall man in a white coat approaching you. You glanced up at him, and grinned ear to ear. Dropping your luggage were you stood, you ran up to him and practically threw yourself in his arms. 

“God, it’s felt like forever, Jojo!” 

He smiled down at you, as a thought crossed his mind. When did you become so beautiful? 

Soon enough you had met Josuke and his groupies. They were a nice bunch, but you had preferred to stick with Jotaro and Mr. Joestar, you were an adult after all. You had also been clued in about the happenings is Morioh, after Jotaro took you to a nice cafe to chat. 

“So yeah, that’s the gist of it.” Jotaro spoke slowly, sipping his drink and looking over at you. You were slightly taken aback, but then again, you did fight a vampire that had stolen Jotaro’s great grandfathers body, so it didn’t surprise you that much. 

“Bow and arrow, supposed serial killer. I would agree, it’s very bizarre.” You said, taking out your note pad from your satchel and writing a few words down. Glancing back up at the man in front of you, you sighed. “But, that doesn’t mean we have to get to work right away. Tell me what you’ve done in the last 10 years, Jojo.” 

Jotaro had told you about trying to finish his thesis for his Doctorate in Marine Biology, and how he was thinking about studying the starfish on Morioh’s coast. You also shared your accomplishments, and informed him of the company you worked for back in the States. 

The both of you sat and talked in that cafe for hours, until you had noticed the sun setting. 

Weeks had went by, and you had fought off your share of enemy Stand users. You were also getting closer to finding the killer and the bow and arrow, all while at Jotaro’s side. 

Jotaro on the other hand, was noticing things that he wasn’t sure about. He had noticed that you had created a successful life for yourself, as well as growing into a rather mature, but fun loving person. Your personality hadn’t changed much from Egypt, but the way you held yourself up did. 

Another thing he noticed was your lack of a wedding ring. As well as how your looks had become very attractive to him. It was unnerving to say the least, and he wasn’t sure how to go about it. He decided that maybe his old man would have at least some advice. 

Jotaro stood in the window of his hotel room, smoking a cigarette as he looked over at Joseph and Shizuka. “Old man, I have a question to ask you.” 

Joseph looked up at him, blinking a few times. “Eh? Well let me hear it, then.” 

He then thoroughly explained the situation he was in. He thought your personality was charming, your looks were attractive, and he wanted to spend more and more time with you as the days pass by. As soon as he was finished, Joseph looked back up at him, cradling the baby in his arms. 

“Ah, Jojo. You’re in love.” 

In love? Jotaro never thought he would be in love. That word bounced around in his head, especially when he got close to you, or interacted with you in any way. You were a strong stand user, independent and capable of handling yourself. He had learned this 10 years ago in Cairo, but now it was hitting him harder than ever.

He was in love. He was in love with you.

As soon as Jotaro had come to this conclusion, he decided that the best course of action would be to just tell you and get it over with. If you didn’t feel the same way, that’s fine, he just needed to know before you got in any sort of danger. So logically, he called you and set up a date of sorts, saying that he needed to discuss something with you.

The same day you were meeting up with Jotaro, many thoughts ran through your mind. What did he need to talk to you about? Did a new breakthrough happen? Did something awful happen? You weren’t sure what you would do if something like Egypt happened again. It took a long time for those wounds to heal. 

You walked along the street to the cafe, your mind on completely different things, and you managed to run into Jotaro. Face to chest. You looked up at him, eyes wide. “Jojo! Sorry, I was just thinking a little too hard.” He smiled at you, and said it was fine. 

Following him into the cafe, the same one you went to when you first arrived in Morioh. You ordered drinks and some light food, before actually settling into your seats. Looking at him from across the table, you sighed. “Did something bad happen? Is that why you wanted to talk to me here and not over the phone?”

Jotaro’s eyes widened. Is that what you thought this was about? No, is was something completely opposite. He chuckled slightly, tugging on his hat. “No, nothing bad has happened. Don’t worry about anything like that.” 

He watched your composure relax, and you put your elbows on the table, holding your face up. It was, in certain terms, fucking adorable. “Then what is it, Jojo?” 

Jotaro took a breath, but looked into your eyes. “I- um. I have feelings for you.” He coughed slightly, turning away from your gaze. “I actually think I’ve fallen in love with you.” He covered his eyes with his hat, awaiting your reply. 

You were shocked, to say the least. Jotaro Kujo… The man that saved your ass more than once back in Egypt, as well as here in Morioh, was in love with you? You couldn’t believe it, but you knew that Jotaro would never pull a prank on you like this. He wouldn’t joke about his feelings. 

Reaching over and grabbing his hand that sat on the table, you pulled slightly. He looked at you, and you swear you saw vulnerability in his eyes. He was definitely telling the truth. You smiled softly at him. 

“Jotaro…” You spoke his name this time, which caught his attention. He stared into your eyes, desperately looking for an answer. Your hand traveled up his arm, then shoulder, then to his cheek. Pulling him closer, you pressed your lips against his, in a sweet kiss. 

He melted almost immediately, his hands going to find your face, holding onto your for what felt like dear life. Like he would never be able to see you again. You stayed like that for a moment, kissing him, running your hands through the hair at the base of his neck. 

You pulled back slowly, tilting his hat up and putting your forehead against his. 

“Jotaro Kujo. I love you too.”

#jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo imagine #jotaro imagine #jjba imagine #jjba x reader #jjba reader insert #jojo x reader #jojo imagine #jojo reader insert #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 4 #jjba part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 3 mentioned

[bagelbright-tok]

In Passing

An interaction. A single word uttered. Somehow, these simple actions had innocent civilians killed. The horror on The Joestar Group's faces when they see the dead familiar ones on the floor of DIO's mansion.

[Large blocks of italics are past memories/events. Normal blocks of texts are the present.]

This is NOT a reader insert fiction.

Word Count: 1703

Warning(s): Mentions of death, guilt, mentions of decomposing bodies, nude dead bodies, blood, DIO

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Bystander __

"Ma'am! You dropped this!" Joseph rushed over to the middle aged lady, waving a wallet around.

She turned around to face him, surprised by his shouting. "Oh? Oh! Oh dear! Thank you, sir!"

She thanked him for returning her wallet, and left.

Joseph never got her name.

· · ·

"Are you sun-tanning in that uniform?" A feminine voice interrupted Kakyoin's peace and silence.

Her shadow blocked the sun, and caused the redhead to open his eyes and look at the lady who was only three years older than him. She wasn't mean. In fact, she had a slight smile on her face.

Kakyoin sat up. "Yeah. What's it to you?"

"Just curious, is all." She shrugged and sat in the chair nearby. "That uniform. It's a gakuran, right? Japanese?"

Kakyoin was surprised to meet someone who could identify his outfit. "Oh.. Yeah, it is.."

Not only are Stands a power. Knowledge is power. "My name's Lillian."

The worst part was getting her name.

· · ·

"..."

"..."

It was the absolute silence between them that had them interested. In a silent, small, library in the hospital, Avdol sat across from another man. The both of them were obviously recovering patients. Able to wear some of their outfit, but still in some sort of gown. Avdol had bandages around his neck. This man had bandages around his arms, some on his face, and a brace on his right leg. Crutches were nearby the man.

Avdol couldn't help but look up at the man in curiosity. How could such a calm and silent man have been in such an accident? Perhaps this man was thinking the same of Avdol. Whenever Avdol looked down, the man looked up from his book. At some point, they made eye contact. The simple gesture of waving made them return to their books.

They hadn't even uttered a word.

· · ·

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Polnareff hollered at the man who had bumped into him.

He was just trying to enjoy the walk when this man had seriously pooped the party.

"Me? Watch where you are going!" The man yelled back.

And just like that, they were at each other's throats. Like two dogs fighting for a piece of meat. Except, they weren't fighting for anything. It wasn't until they actually bumped heads and fell backwards that they realized how ridiculous the situation was. On the ground, they looked at each other with processing eyes.

Then they started laughing. Genuine laughter at how absurd the situation was. "Man, I am so sorry for bumping into you!" The man got up and went to Polnareff to help him out.

"No, no! I was overreacting. No one is at fault here!" Polnareff accepted the man's helping hand and stood up.

"Darian Kline. Nice to meet you."

"Jean-Pierre Polnareff. Nice to meet you too, Darian." They hadn't just met each other. They spent the rest of the day walking and chatting. Having laughs.

He had gotten a friend that day.

· · ·

"Please, sir! Please help!" A lady had come bolting down the nearly empty street towards Jotaro.

The teen was ready for a fight. He didn't know who to trust. However, he quickly realized he wasn't under attack. He summoned his Stand, but the lady paid no mind to it, and even ran through it without batting an eye.

"Hm?" Jotaro grunted curiously.

"God! My ex and his friends are chasing after me. Please, just play my friend or boyfriend! I just need protection!" She pleaded to him, hands together.

"C'mon babe! We're just messing around! You know us! We just wanna have some fun." His tone was sinister and it was obvious his intentions were anything but fun.

The lady looked back at where the voice was coming from. Along with the voice were other tones of laughter. She looked back at Jotaro with desperate eyes. Jotaro looked back down at her and simply nodded. The lady was relieved beyond description. She twirled around Jotaro, now sticking to his backside. Her ex and his friends had come around, jogging a bit. They quickly stopped though at the unexpected sight of Jotaro. The 17 year old that looked 35. His built and tall form was intimidating enough. But his glare and very being wanted to send the gang running.

"Whoa, whoa! Hey big guy! I'm just trying to help my girlfriend." The ex stepped forward, trying to explain his lie to Jotaro. "She's having a mental break." He twirled his finger around his head, indicating that the lady may be crazy.

"Your girlfriend?" Jotaro asked. "Last I checked, she was mine."

The man's uneven smile dropped. He was in deep shit now. The game of the mind. Who had the better lies.

"Oh yeah?" His drunken smirk reappeared. "What's her name?" He asked tauntingly.

Jotaro had to pause for a moment. She never mentioned it. "Laura… Laura… Laura.." The lady- Laura- whispered quietly under her breath. Jotaro could only hear it because of Star Platinum.

With the most confidence a man could give, Jotaro responded. "Laura." He took a step forward. "Now what do you want with her? Hm?"

The men were now scared shitless. "N-nothing! We were just- uh- you know-" The men took off running without finishing their explanation.

The lady chuckled with relief. She moved from Jotaro's back to his front. "Thank you so much! I really owe you one."

"It's no problem.." Jotaro's monotone voice echoed through the night.

"It's a big deal for me. If you ever want, you can go to the bar nearby, "Pane." I work there and you can get a drink on the house!" She happily explained to Jotaro.

An invitation he couldn't deny. Jotaro nodded. "Good grief, lady. Alright. I'll go sometime." He pulled his hat down and didn't bother to watch the lady walk past him.

In the end, he didn't even save her.

· · ·

"Whoa. Weird lookin' dog." A kid spoke, not a metre away from Iggy. "Do you have a home, doggy?"

Iggy growled at the kid and tried to walk away. The kid followed. Iggy barked at the kid, trying to tell him; "Hey! Fuck off!"

The kid didn't understand though. Luckily enough for Iggy, the mother of the kid was nearby and stopped the child from reaching Iggy. "No Ezra! The dog probably has fleas. I don't want you getting sick because of a stray mutt on the street."

Iggy growled under his breath, "Bitch."

Not even they deserved it.

· · ·

The Crusaders entered the mansion. It was dark, barely lit by the candle light in the rooms. A few steps in, and there was a horrifying stench. It smelled of rot and iron. Not even Iggy could handle it. It didn't click until they reached a room completely full of candles. On the floor were several dead bodies. Some had dried blood pooled around them. Some of them lacked blood and looked like raisins. Most of them lacked clothes. The fact they had walked into a room of dead bodies was bad. What made it worse was who the dead bodies were.

The middle aged lady whom Joseph returned her wallet to. They didn't talk for more than a minute. Joseph never got her name. He barely recognized her face. Still, the thought of just having interacted with her being the reason she was dead, was terrifying.

Lillian. The woman who was only three years older than Kakyoin and Jotaro. Her blood was sucked dry and the look of fright was glued to her face. She and Kakyoin talked for several minutes. He had her name. He knew her face. He thought he made a friend. Now she was gone and Kakyoin was dumbfounded. The dread already coursing through his body was obvious.

The man whom Avdol had waved at. They never spoke. They barely looked at each other. They only waved in the library. The anguish already washing over Avdol was immense. This man's naked dead body was in DIO's mansion because of Avdol. This man was removed of his blood. Stripped of his very life for waving at Avdol.

Darian Kline. Polnareff's newly acquired friend. Dead. He was on the floor with dried blood around him. He looked mangled, like he'd been seriously beaten. It was disgusting. The way he died. The reason he was dead in the first place. It was just a silly incident. A small event of happenstance and realization. Polnareff was supposed to talk to this man after defeating DIO. The only reason that wouldn't have happened, is if Polnareff died, not this innocent man.

Laura. A simple bartender who needed help getting away from her ex. Jotaro thought he helped her. Never in his dreams would he have thought that this act would have killed her. If he had known, what would he have done? What could he have done? This lady who was just trying to survive in God's cruel world was now dead in this room. Naked, abused, and used. Her blood was gone, whatever remaining being small drops dried to the ground. Jotaro wanted to vomit. It felt like he'd been hit with a freight train. He wanted this feeling to end. He looked away. But it didn't go away.

Iggy was frustrated. Why go for two insignificant people that barely crossed his path? A kid and their mother. The kid having just been killed and tossed aside. The mother having been drained of her blood. They'd done nothing to deserve DIO's wrath. Done nothing but mistake Iggy for a normal dog. It was infuriating.

The guilt flowing through everyone was radiating. The idea of wanting to cry not sounding half bad. Bystanders. People who interacted in passing. Did nothing but acknowledge the crusaders. Had a small chat. Gave a name. Never gave a name. Became friends. Offered a drink. Waved. None of them were Stand users. None of the Crusaders considered these innocent people as aids in their adventure.

Despite it, DIO saw them as enemies just for interacting with the Joestar group. And for that, they were punished with the curse of death. Forever lasting. Never ending.

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E N D A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one! It has been ready for weeks now, I just hadn't the time to actually post it. To you who has requested, I am working on it! Thank you for requesting, hopefully I will have it out within the next few weeks! Apologies if this looks wonky, I used the beta mode on Tumblr for this one.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo part 3 #Jotaro kujo #Joseph Joestar #Noriaki Kakyoin #Jean-Pierre Polnareff #mohammed avdol #Iggy #Stardust Crusaders #Kakyoin #Polnareff #Dio Brando #DIO #one-shot #writing #fiction

[mistabullets]

"I’m worried about you.” + Polnareff, please!

D'avoir et de Tenir

Characters: Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You wake up from a bad nightmare and your fiancee is here to comfort you.

Content Warning: death cw, grieving cw, violence cw, nightmares cw, mental illness (PTSD if you squint), fem!reader, she/her pronouns

You reasoned with yourself; moving to France will provide a new scene, a fresh restart from and away from the horrors of Cairo which constantly lurked in your mind and in your daily night terrors. You had thought you could live a life of tranquil with him, your dear Polnareff, your fiancee. 

Maybe you were wrong. 

Eventually, you won’t feel so confused and hurt when you processed the fact they were no longer here, alive on this earth. Eventually, you won’t feel like that there’s some part of you missing and you will be able to adjust, the emotions transcending from sorrow to nostalgia. Time heals wounds, people say when they attempt to comfort you but time was so damn slow. You felt weak for grieving for so long; you had barely known them but the bond you created with them was raw, intense, something akin to love you felt for a sibling. 

It had been a few months. You were slowly learning the language of your new county, thanks to your patient lover (he had been surprisingly patient with you for a lot of reasons). France was now your home and you did love every aspect of it... from the fine culture, the romantic language, and the places you promised to explore one day. France was a part of Jean Pierre; he was proud of his nation and homeland and thus, in turn, you loved it even more. Despite initially being annoyed by Polnareff’s vulgarity and provocative behavior, seemingly impulsive and arrogant, not thinking over the consequences. However, in the span of forty-something days, he unveiled his true colors to you. 

He’s an honorable man, not willing run away from a fight and whenever his mind is set on something, he’s going to do it... and out of all the Crusaders, he wears his heart on his sleeve, showing his compassion. Whenever you were upset, Polnareff was the first to detect your emotions and ask if you were okay. When he accidentally stumbled into your hotel room, tears running down your cheeks, he stayed and comforted you. Perhaps the two of you moved too fast but when you were constantly put in a life-or-death situation, well... it didn’t matter what others thought. Eventually, you sought out the Frenchman willingly and he would come to you, gifting you with desperate and needy kisses after defeating one of Dio’s agents and narrowly avoiding death’s embrace. Or sometimes, he would actually come to you, tears in his pretty blues, missing his dear sister. Your interactions with Polnareff blossomed into something special; a connection, genuine and vibrant. It felt secure, comforting, and pleasant.

It was love. You fell in love with Jean Pierre Polnareff, your complete opposite but also, your other half. He was a part of you that you wanted to follow. 

Which is why you proposed going back to France after Dio was defeated. His face flushed and you knew that he was in love with the idea of taking you home, starting over with domestic bliss. But that was before losing your friends. Avdol, Kakyoin, and even Iggy. You knew of the risk but you never figured that some of you were to die during that fateful encounter. Somehow, both of you held it in. But when you departed from Mr. Joestar and Jotaro, you couldn’t help but tear up, the moment too bittersweet. Kakyoin should have gone home to Japan, to study alongside Jotaro. Avdol should have been wishing you all farewell. You should have been taking Iggy home, back to France. You couldn’t help but feel, that you were leaving some part of you in Eygpt and it didn’t sit right. 

It never did. 

**

Blood. Decapitated arms, missing a body. Matted fur and broken bones, not breathing. A hole in his stomach, crimson streaming. The yells from a hoarse and tired voice. The defeated silence of a young man. River of tears from your lover. Red flashes. One step forward but two steps back. Confusion followed by fear tightening your throat. It’s him, Dio. A blink of an eye. How did he move so fast? Now you’re frozen, can’t move a limb. He’s approaching Jean Pierre. You try to scream. No, no, no, please, god, don’t, not him, not Jean--

Headless. A limp body drained of color is before you. 

You scream but too late. 

More blood, more red flashes. He’s approaching you now; a cold hand wraps around your neck. There’s a sharp pain. Your life is fading. Then darkness.

Eternal darkness.

“Mon cherie! Wake up, it’s okay--”

Eyelids flew open, your heart was hammering against your chest. Sweat beaded from your hairline and you felt yourself gasping for breath. You were in bed but the blanket felt too suffocating. You sat up, feeling the wetness staining your cheeks, realizing you had been crying in your sleep. Guilt pooled and filled your lungs; you must have woke up your beloved Pol and had him frightened by your moaning, pleading for the nightmare to end, it’s been about two weeks since your last one. You glanced over at your alarm clock, realizing it was three in the morning, groaning... Jean had to leave for work in a few hours. You attempted to dismiss it as just the usual nightmare and nothing more. But your fiancee can see through you. Sure, you shivered during your night terrors and sometimes called out the names of your past loved ones. But he had heard his name. You had moaned, tossing and turning as if trying to run away or do something in your dilemma. Tears were seeping through the slit of your closed eyes. Whatever it was, it had frightened you to your core. Polnareff grimaced as you tried to brush it off. He cared for your wellbeing, emotionally and mentally. 

“Sorry Jean, let me go grab a glass of water and I’ll come back to bed...” however before you had a chance to sit up from the bed, strong arms enveloped around your smaller form, pulling you in for a tight embrace. A gasp elicited from your mouth, into your lover’s chest, and your muscles tensed but large hands caressed the knots in your shoulders and back. Sheepishly, you dared to take a look at your dear Polnareff, only to be met with soft yet concerned sapphire hues. It was like you were a child, being nurtured and smothered by an overprotective mother... but it was nice, the embrace reassured you Jean was alive and well, heat radiating from his build and his heartbeat a lullaby. 

“Y/N, please... I know that wasn’t one of your usual nightmares. I’m worried about you. Don’t try to brush it off... I’m here for you, mon amour,” he murmured at the crown of your head, giving it a feather kiss. He was aware of your night terrors and tried his best to soothe away the pain. Dio was no longer a threat to them. Your friends don’t blame you for their immature deaths. He never minded easing away your fears, since he understood you would do the same for him, especially on evenings where he missed his younger sister. Memories swarm of the very first time Jean had comforted you like this in a hotel room, some small town in the Eygpt. While you appreciated his presence and being held, a blanket of certainly washing over you, you can’t help but worry you may be burdening the Frenchman. You knew he had his own emotional baggage; he dealt with trauma, probably better than you. Often, you couldn’t but feel the nagging feeling you were too clingy, too needy. 

“Are you sure, Jean? I know you must be tired, you have work soon, I-I... I don’t want to make you stay up just for me...” you babbled excuses but you heard the low hush from your beloved followed by the sensation of soft lips pressing against your forehead, muscular arms holding you closer, a hand running up and down, from your shoulder blades to the small of your back.

“Hush with that nonsense. You’re going to be my wife soon and I’m going to be with you, good or bad. Staying up with you isn’t going to hurt me. Now, do you mind telling me about your nightmare... if you want to, of course!” he reassured, not wanting to be pushy. But you could come to him about anything. You nodded against him and began to explain what happened in your latest dream. Recalling the detached arms of Avdol, how broken and defeated Iggy was before death and the wound in Kakyoin’s stomach which resulted in his demise. Then the focus went to Dio and Polnareff, when the two of you first encountered him and realizing the deadly capabilities of his stand, despite not knowing what was going on. You hiccuped, coming to the worst part of your nightmare. It was something new... the sight of your lover’s dead body, the prickling sensation of Dio’s nails digging into your throat, followed by floating away into abyssal darkness. Tears stung the corner of your eyes and you found yourself buried in your fiancee’s chest, soaking the nightshirt he wore. 

Thick fingers carded through your hair, his heart hurt from listening to your soft sobs. It must have been frightening, reliving the experiences in Cairo, added the realistic imagery with the death of him... you told him that you weren’t quite afraid of dying but you were scared for him. “I... I just want these nightmares to be over. I miss them every day. And I’m scared of possibly losing you, Jean.”

A hand found your cheek, causing you to look up at your lover. He wiped the hot tears away from your face with his thumb and he gently locked lips with yours. “It never goes away. It still haunts me... but I try my best to remember them and all the good memories we had. I don’t want you to be scared, ma belle. Remember when I told you could always count on me? I’m not going anywhere and I’ll always be here to comfort you, okay...”

You nodded, a soft smile spreading your lips. “You treat me so well, Pol. I’m glad I moved here with you... I... I don’t know how I would handle all this without you. Euh... tu es la lumière de ma vie... did I say it, right?”

“Très bien! Vous apprenez~” he gave one more kiss to your cheek before asking if you wanted to try to go back to sleep. You nodded and Polnareff pulled the covers, before entangling his arms around you once more. 

“Je t'aime tellement, ma reine,” your fiancee whispered, planting one last kiss to your forehead before closing his heavy eyelids. 

“Je t'aime aussi, Jean...” you murmured against him, eventually slumber returning and you were thankful to wake up in the morning, next to him. 

#jean pierre polnareff #angededesespoir #scenario #my writing #sfw #grieving cw #death cw #violence cw #nightmares cw #mental illness cw #polnareff x reader #sentence starter #angst with a happy ending #sorry i always need a happy ending #stardust crusaders #jojo #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure

[utenthy]

jojo parts ranked by me

1. diu - this shit is stellar. the cast is so god damn good it’s just gay teen party timeeee and they save their little town. this like small town murder mystery is always a genre that is so fun to me. and god kira is such a compelling villain for jojo cuz he’s not campy and cheesy he’s just like a regular creepy guy. DONT even get me started on the opening and outro songs. crazy noisy bizarre town great days I want you god they are perfect. shoutout to josuke for being the objectively best jojo and for having the kindest power of all and also shoutout to this part for having ghosts and aliens for, no reason at all

2. sdc - to me this like Is Jojo. It is the iconic arc. iconicism aside it is just a whole lot of fun and the stakes are HIGH and the tarot/egyptian god theming makes it symbolically rich and very engaging. the dio fight makes me CRAZYYYY. walk like an egyptian as the outro song is literally the smartest choice that could have possibly been made and i love it so much. and i love kakyoin and jotaro and avdol and polnareff they feel like dear old friends of mine. i think more should have been done with avdol and kakyoin. iggy is an abomination to behold but i love him but he is drawn so fucking ugly

3. phantom blood - i LOVE jonathan and i LOVE speedwagon and i LOVE DIO and i love how jonathan keeps leaving room in his heart for dio because he is like his brother and he wants him to be redeemed and i love when they are on the ship dying i love the stupid campy victorian vampire aesthetic it is so silly and perfect i watched all of phantom blood in one night in the dead of night til early morning months and months ago and it feels like a fever dream to remember i was just losing my mind.

4. vento aureo - one thing it definitely has going for it is everybody is SO wonderfully gnc looking and i really love the characters... giorno i think is wonderfully complex although sometimes im not sure how well written he really is, i even really WANT to care about bruno and abbacchio even though he is a COP um they are lovable but also you just can’t think about it too hard or it starts to get like untenable. like if you sit around thinking deeply about va it is just TRAGIC. also i deeply dislike la squadra. i really really like purple haze feedback and that basically is the basis of my continued engagement with va and even that is like, just a very grimdark world. it has great potential but like most of jojo i feel like i have to go to fan content to squeeze anything out of it

5. battle tendency - they are so gay and stupid and annoying god bless. idk i really just am not that invested in it at all. i don’t care about the pillar men and the hamon training is tedious and the lisalisa bath scene don’t sit right with me but i like young joseph i like how annoying he is i like how he knows what ur gonna say next. youngseph and reallyoldseph are my favorite josephs

#haven’t finished the manga so i won’t add them to my ranking #op #here are my thoughts that nobody asked for YOURE welcome 🙏

[fanficsforpogchamps]

The SDC bois with a reader who tries to bite at them whenever they get too close for their comfort, not caring if the have a so called 'stand'

Headcanon! Touchy-Feely

Warnings: None except a few naughty words 👀 enjoy!

My Jotakak fanfic is coming soon, but keep the requests coming lovely! I’d enjoy writing your scenarios and Headcanons for every good boi out there!

(I hope this is okay! I’ve done both emotionally and physically, like actually physically biting them lmao. It was fun, so Thank you for the first request :)) )

Jotaro Kujo-

;This man is not exactly emotion material, he doesn’t understand them at the best of times, so when he sees you being recluse and lugging behind the group, he shrugs and carries on his merry way.

; he learnt from his old man that you were their translater, but had acquired no stand- and so when you first snap at him using your teeth when he brushed against your arm in a crowded market Star Platinum shot out immediately, expecting a fight. But when no Stand appeared, the larger, more colourful Jotaro was ever so confused.

; your teeth were firmly locked into his fingers as they had been wiping some sweat from your forehead. The beads were trickling down and it bothered the hell out of him, and it was only when you let go did he see that you made a sizeable mark on his middle and fore finger.

; “you annoying bitch,” Jotaro had growled, itching at the marks left by your teeth, and you slinked away back to Avdols shadow where you resided for the rest of the trip... until they tried to get you to stay behind when they found DIOs mansion.

; “you don’t have the powers we do, you need to stay behind and live, if not for us,” Avdol tried reasoning, but your stubbornness is why earned you your title as a Stardust Crusader. But when the man, the myth, the legend, Jotaro Kujo has started to approach you, there was an internal battle. Even after a few feet he was already waaaay beyond your comfort zone. “Do as they say, and just stay behind. DIO will most likely kill you if you go in without our powers,”

; die? You will? You had bared your teeth at him before spitting out a harsh “fine,” and turned away from the group. “I know I don’t have a Stand... whatever they are. But you all better come back to me alive,”

Kakyoin Noriaki-

; Kakyoin was a very naturally comfortable person to be around, I mean hell, even Jotaro was happy when he had returned from hospital (but that’s further on-)

So when your teeth managed to snag at Kakyoins expensive school jacket on the Strength boat, he was a little more than surprised to say the least.

; he physically recoiled, before shaking his head and gently prying off your teeth. “Now now (Y/N),” he chuckled nervously, before managing to get the fabric from your teeth without damaging it. “No need to act like a dog now do we?”

;you had nearly died in that damned boat and was now out at sea again, having to deal with the infuriating closeness of everyone- but it seemed there was already a gap between both your sides as they all favoured to huddle further up the raft.

; “we don’t want your teeth in our clothes! I paid a lot for these!” Joseph cried out accusingly, finger shoved in your face to signify that there was distrust with you. That... hurt. Despite your emotional turmoil previously with them it still hurt when the man jabbed a finger your way. “Shut the fuck up old man before I shove your head under the water,” you snapped, arms crossed over your chest.

; That seemed to have shut Joseph up, as he cowered away, before Kakyoin started laughing. That was amazing! He knew there was something special about you. “Ahhh don’t mind him (Y/N), he gets paranoid,” Noriaki tired to inform you, managing to brighten up the mood from the older Joestar bringing it down a notch. “He needs to watch where he’s pointing that finger, or he will have to add another mechanical limb to the list,”

; it made Kakyoin smile, seeing as you full well meant every word you spoke and clearly Joseph was using your temper against you. Kakyoin shifted in his seat before sliding across to sit closer to you, and nudging your shoulder with his own.

; too close too close too close- is all you thought of as The red headed Japanese school student slid closer and closer to you. Despite the size of the raft you had been comfortable with no one being near you, but now that he was closer you felt your heart stop.

;”Don’t take no offence. He’ll learn his lesson soon enough,”

Jean-Pierre Polnareff-

;when you had stepped off the plane with Iggy, the man thought you was the most gorgeous thing in the world, so when his flirtatious advances caused him to nearly jump out of the desert buggy- he was shocked.

; The Frenchman swore out in french, gesturing vividly for dear life as he had come to realise maybe.. maybe you weren’t as nice as you were portrayed to be? Maybe he should stay away?

; Blast it all to hell! Polnareff thought as he continued to fling flirty-esq comments your way. The travel was hot, and on you lap was Iggy- the animal which had processed to rip out a lot of his silver locks which were gorgeously prepared this morning. He scowled, before turning up his nose and giving up for a while.

; if it hadn’t been for you baring your teeth and snapping the words “dirty bastard” at him, he wouldn’t have stopped the flirting behaviour, but something about the way you flared up at him made him believe you were a full blown Stand user. Because god knows that only stand users would be that aggressive.

;but when he found out you was just another normal person; unable to grasp the thoughts or view his glorious Silver Chariot his heart sunk. So you was just another heartless tease then. He nearly cried at the idea of someone as beautiful as you being a dastardly tease, set to destroy him.

;The buggy had been overturned, and Polnareff was clutching Kakyoins body. You had reluctantly hopped on top of the car as well, your body pressed against Jeans because of N’Doul. You could see the mental struggle in his eyes. He didn’t want to get too close to you- yet he needed to keep Kakyoin safe. So you opted to helping him, fingers wrapping around the uniform of your cherry loving friend and dragging him just a bit higher up the buggy.

;”I may not have a stand to help,” you choked out, struggling slightly. “And I may not be able to see yours- but I’m going to help right now,”

;from then Polnareff could see you was a determined person, and while you possessed no stand it drove you to help more. You would be useless in the eyes of anyone else- but Jean-Pierre Polnareff could see your worth from the moment you thought of helping them.

Joseph Joestar-

;Joseph knew you weren’t a Stand user from the start, as you hadn’t been able to see Purple Hermit when you met him. You were a translator, and as much as Joseph loved visiting Japan- it hurt him when he tried to order in English and no one could understand him, which is why you were with him.

; you used to be such a good kid, so social and friendly- yet when he met you again it was hard to believe you were the same person. You were snappy and seemingly always grumpy, ready to bite someone’s head off if they spoke wrongly. You nearly gave someone a heart attack at a store because they bumped into you, and the look from your eye caused them to sweat profusely.

; When you met Holly however, your sour mood disappeared almost completely and underneath emerged the soft child you once was, a small smile on your face as you chatted with his daughter.

;He knew holly had that affect on people but on you? He was sure it wouldn’t work yet here you were, small Japanese tea cup in your grasp and a soft laughter to your words.

;The only way he knew you was real was when you were alone with him again, and he decided to open his big mouth and ask about why you was so nice to Holly- when your teeth suddenly bit down on his metal hand which had been waved too close to your face.

;his signature ‘OHHH MY GOOOUDDDD!’ Was raised from his voice as he viewed the missing fingers off his metallic hand. “Don’t be so loud asshole, Kakyoin is still asleep,” you had snapped, before dropping the fingers in his lap and sighing.

; the one time you showed any sort of love or kindness towards him was... well... the airport. Your entire journey led up to this moment, the three people you stood besides were sobbing, and there was a small tear that slipped across your cheek- a moment of weakness that Joseph caught as you all recognised the harrowing details of your journey... it was over-

; “I miss their faces,” you admitted to him, one hand over his metal one for some sort of comfort as you both rested in your plane seats. You felt his thumb graze your knuckles as he held your hand close. You knew he had lost Ceaser, Speedwagon, Lisa Lisa, Erina... and now Avdol and Kakyoin. It must be hard, and you felt sympathy for him, yet never disclosed this to him.

; “I know, so do I,”

Muhammad Avdol-

;his first snippet of your uncomfortable boundaries was when he first met you with Joseph Joestar, watching as you managed to snag the coat arm of the elder JoJo as the coat had smacked your nose softly as his arm raised in greetings.

;He knew from then on to avoid you, or just not to get beyond your boundaries. He was not exactly going to bother you if everyone wanted the best trip. He smiled back at you occasionally to allow you the knowledge that he was there and would respect you.

;you had only snapped at him once, but he expected it. His body appeared to move in front of you at a ghostly pace, almost as if arisen from the dead.

; you had weeped over his body, mourned and sobbed despite your harsh exterior. The tears nearly flooded from your eyes at his sudden appearance, but the anger boiled and bubbled over that sadness you felt.

;”So is there just s reason why I was not told?” You inquired, body remaining frozen as your shoes firmly remained placed in the sand of the beach. “Don’t give me the BULLSHIT you told Polnareff,” there was the snap that made Avdol twitch alway. “Let’s get this DIO shit over with so I can formally beat you all,” your teeth bared at them, before you composed the calm exterior you once had and made your way to the submarine.

;Avdol knew you meant well, the shock must have been fully graced if you admitted to pouring the contents of your heart out when his body had just been moved to an infirmary. A small smile crossed his lips as you passed him, head set forward and confidence leaking from your body as if you had a new ideal.

;”I’ll hold you too that (Y/N),” he smiled, hands now slipping into his sleeves as he followed your path with the rest of the Crusaders.

#noriaki kakyoin #jotaro #jojo shitpost #jojo part 3 #joseph joestar #jp polnareff #oof bois #reader insert #avdol #anime #jojos bizzare adventure #jojo kakyoin #fanfiction #headcanons #jojo headcanons

[nebulasbizarreadventure]

Chapters 174-209

Onward!

From one fight to the next...

An important stop...?

o h

OH OKAY THAT’S HAPPENING

oh dear...

ah, undead, of course.

OH SHIT

OH SHIT

AVDOL!!!!!

guys... please.... holy shit lmfao

ah, okay that makes sense, not taking chances with Polnareff potentially blabbing

“I know how, too!” do you, Joseph, do you really

..................... hm

oh jeez!

OWWWWW

.......... /face in hands Polnareff no!!!!

“stop screwing around” says the pot to the kettle

yeah I saw that coming

“everybody duck” hehehehe

sure is a good thing I don’t have a Thing about teeth!

Ah, that’s over half their time gone...

but hey they finally got to Egypt!

help...?

lmao I love how Avdol’s just like “nope absolutely not”

Polnareff no!!!

there he is... Iggy...

.... only two more weeks?!

Y’ALL BETTER HOP THE FUCK TO IT

oh that’s bad

oh poor Kakyoin

JUST YEET THE DOG IT’S FINE

the major arcana is complete, so now it’s nine gods...

(missed opportunity for minor arcana Stands!!!)

ah, a precog Stand...

[Always Sunny title card: “Oingo and Boingo Learn About Murphy’s Law”]

... ooh, this is going to be an interesting one

oh jeez POLNAREFF NO

oh, I was kind of worried there for a second

................... I see I had a reason to be worried

that is what we call a “failed wisdom save”--

snrk, what a fitting end

uh-oh Joseph’s about to get into trouble isn’t he

o u c h

but also Joseph surely you’d know better than to TOUCH anything that suspicious!!!!

................ ohhhhh that’s bad

welp, rip Avdol too

this is just Joseph and Avdol’s Very Bad Day

I wonder how much time’s passed since the last time we got an update on that

Joseph does look very good for 69

rip in fuck lady

ohhhhh boy AN OBVIOUS SHITHEAD APPEARS

Tinyreff..........

“I am very impressive” THROW THIS MAN INTO THE TRASH

oh dear

.... OH DEAR

oh hello again Jotaro

EVEN WHEN SMALL, JOTARO CHOOSES VIOLENCE

and this post is getting a bit on the longer end so I’m cutting it off here

#jjba liveblogging #nebula's bizarre liveblog #nebula reads stardust crusaders #jjba part three

[yaminerua]

as much as i really do love Polnareff I mourn the loss of spotlight on other characters and their development and interactions that we could have had in place of Polnareff getting markedly more screentime.

Avdol and Kakyoin miss out on a massive chunk of time due to their prolonged absences through injury and through all of that time you get to see Polnareff and his interactions and stuff.

Which is partly one reason why I get kind of miffed when people try to compare Polnareff and Kakyoin’s interactions with Jotaro as if it’s some competition to prove who’s ‘closer’. Because of course you’re going to get more material showing Polnareff’s interactions with Jotaro. He’s pretty much consistently present and therefore has more material than Kakyoin, who was absent almost all of the Egypt arc until the final battle. Plus Polnareff and Kakyoin have different personalities and different ways of interacting with Jotaro so you’ll see different displays of friendship coming from Jotaro in response to both of them.

I just think the disproportionate amount of screen time the two had has to be taken into consideration here. Because if Kakyoin hadn’t been injured he’d have been present and not only would certain events have probably happened differently as a result, you also would have seen different interactions.

Additionally I feel like whatever growth Polnareff has seems to occur in a stepping forward and then stepping back kind of way. Like he’ll seem like he’s learned his lesson and then muck up. Like you’d think after Avdol’s first ‘death’ he’d have learned that going off on his own was a Bad Idea.

And speaking of Avdol... he’s the one we know the least about. I mean we know Polnareff’s history involving J Geil and his sister and the involvement with Dio and everything. We know Joseph’s past because of Battle Tendency. We know about Jotaro too through things other characters have said about him and what we’ve seen plus we know his family. And Kakyoin gets a last-minute elaboration on his past too right at the end where you get insight into his isolated childhood.

Of Avdol what do we really know? Like, there’s the chickens on that island and the fact he had a shop in Egypt where he had that run-in with Dio. Beyond that he’s a mystery. How does he know Joseph, for one thing? We don’t know. We know nothing of family, of his past.. of anything. And we never get to know anything. Because he ‘dies’ and is gone for ages and then dies again for real. I mean dear lord it’s almost like we know more about Iggy’s past than we do of Avdol’s. Or at the very least they’re pretty equal in terms of what we do and do not know about them... and considering that Avdol is the first non-jojo crusader who is there from the very start of the series and Iggy doesn’t show up until the second half once they actually reach Egypt... that’s kind of saying something...

#duQUEUElyon #and like..... when avdol dies for good that's it. we're never going to learn anything about this man ever again #and kakyoin too. and iggy.... like dear god.... #these three had the longest absences... iggy through being introduced late #and the other two through injury taking them completely out of the picture for a massive chunk of the series #and then they're killed off and that's that.... and pol gets both their shares of screen time and then lives to appear again in Part 5 for s #some more and like.. i love him i do. he's wonderful and a treasure to behold #but he'd still have been that way even without such a disproportionate amount of screen time being given to him #at the expense of others like avdol who could have done with the time for some development #i mean geez avdol's the first non-jojo crusader to show up when joseph takes him to help jotaro out of jail #ahh i feel bad ranting about this because Pol IS a wonderful character and we get to see and enjoy him a lot #but i just wish some other characters could have shared in that spotlight a bit more #long post