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And when your fantasies become your legacy, promise me a place in your house of memories.
House of Memories Vol. 1
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— Nothing yet...
House of Memories Vol. 2
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— Zhongli
▷ Zhongli x Reincarnated!Reader
House of Memories Vol. 3
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— Ayato Kamisato
▷ Drabbles ↳ Yashiro Commissioner's Wife... ↳ There's blood on your clothing... ↳ "Who are you to make such decisions for me?"
House of Memories Vol. 4
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— Alhaitham
▷ Drabbles ↳ Home... ↳ "I like you, Alhaitham"
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*drops random snippets from my drafts and leaves*
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One Step Ahead
Jotaro Kujo x Ex Wife!Reader
Jotaro has known you for two decades and had been married to you for one which made him fairly confident that he already knew everything there is to know about you... but it seems he's not the only one hiding something in this family.
I lost the request, but it was something along the lines of Jolyne's mom having a stand and who was shy but protective of Jotaro and Jolyne CW: Spoilers for Stone Ocean The Visitor Arc Word Count: 2.5k
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The year is 2002, Jolyne's 10th birthday and though it was unfortunate that her father had more pressing matters to attend to, you still did your best to make this day as enjoyable as it could possibly be for your only daughter. Hearing the muffled voice of your daughter playing with her friends in your backyard, you allow yourself to get lost in your own thoughts.
Jotaro, your husband, had never been one to show his affection, only when in the privacy of your shared room does your husband ever allow himself to lower his walls and show you a more vulnerable side to him, after years, however, you're still able to tell that he has yet to open up to you completely—and that's alright, you keep telling yourself.
He'll open up to you.... eventually. Though, even you, yourself, is starting to doubt that.
Slipping your hand through your pants' pocket, you retrieve the pendant that Jotaro had placed in your palms the night before he left. However, you accidentally pricked yourself in the said pendant. A loud hiss escapes your lips as you pull your hand back, feeling the warm liquid already trickling from your wound, and without glancing at it, you immediately press your finger against your shirt.
Much to your surprise, however, as you pull your finger back from your still clean shirt—not a wound can be found on your finger when you definitely felt... no, perhaps, you were just being dramatic? Scrunching your brows in confusion, you examine your finger more thoroughly, only to find nothing.
That was bizarre.. It was like... the wound healed itself.
You let out an exhale to calm yourself, remembering Jotaro's worried gaze from last night, a slight frown pulling the edges of his lips downward as he voices out his concerns.
"I'm not as around as much as I want to be," He reminds you, pulling you close into his arms. "You seem tired. Take care of yourself,"
Maybe it's just your exhaustion catching up to you after having to work full-time all while taking care of your 10-year-old on your own because your husband is usually away. Deciding to just chalk it up to exhaustion, you shrugged the event off to admire the pendant that is still in your hand. With a smile, you opened it to be greeted by the sight of a weird-looking stone and a picture of you and Jotaro.
"If Jolyne ever finds herself in serious trouble, give this to her," Your husband told you, both hands encasing yours as you hold onto the pendant in your palm. You wanted to ask more about it, but Jotaro's eyes were borderline pleading, and you had a feeling he won't tell you anyway.
You sigh as you close the pendant once again before sliding it back into your pockets, turning your body to head towards Jolyne's group of friends, completely unaware of what you have just gotten yourself into.
The year is now 2012. Jolyne is now 19, and you've had this... weird.... ability with you for almost a decade now. You no longer have a husband, with you and Jotaro divorcing each other years ago—a mutual decision, the two of you growing further and further apart the more time Jotaro spends abroad and the more time you spent learning more about your ability.
You dared not utter a word of this to anyone, even to the man himself, Jotaro. When you tried to ask about the sharp rock in Jolyne's pendant, he simply responded that it was something his grandfather gave him when he was young, something that brought him courage when he was feeling hopeless—a lucky charm, if you will—and he hopes that it would be something that will give Jolyne courage in her times of trouble as well.
There were times when you thought of telling him about this weird ghost-being that you've been seeing around for years, and one that you can command as well. But you never did, for some reason. Maybe because as the years went by, the man you once saw as your husband ended up being just an acquaintance that happens to sleep in the same bed as you once or twice a month.
When Jolyne got arrested, you thought twice about whether you should give her the pendant or not. But being reminded of your promise to Jotaro all those years ago, you ended up giving it to her lawyer for her to receive. You already broke one of your promises to Jotaro, you shouldn't break this one too.
A good decision on your part, as the pendant was the first thing Jotaro had asked as soon as the two of you caught sight of your daughter entering the visitation room.
Jotaro, on the other hand, had not expected to see you here. He always knew you were a great mother to Jolyne, and he has no regrets that he has chosen you to be the mother of his child, so he shouldn't be surprised about your appearance here... but still, the reason why he divorced you in the first place was because you're too good, he didn't want you to be involved in this stand business in any way possible, not if he could help it.
But, as always, he doesn't have a choice, does he?
You were bound to know about this one way or another, and it saves him time that he only has to explain this once to his girls, so the situation still has a silver lining somehow.
As he explains the situation to Jolyne, and by extension, to you, he can't help but feel uneasy as you quietly listen to his words. You always were a bit on the shy side, never wanting to cut him off when he tells you something, but the fact that he's practically laying all this information that he never told you before and you're barely even reacting makes him uncomfortable. You never once dared to look in his eyes, that was until he asked Jolyne whether she gained an ability yet.
It wasn't surprising for him as he kept his abilities from you for a decade, even though he knew you don't see Star Platinum anyways, he still ended up not using his stand when around you. He kept telling himself it was to protect you from such a harsh side of the world, but in reality, it was because he didn't want to be a stand user when he was with you. He wanted to just be a normal person, wanted to just be Jotaro.
The only thing he wanted to worry about was what he wanted to have for dinner, instead of worrying about stand arrows ending up in the wrong hands. He wanted to do laundry with you, do the dishes, and maybe teach Jolyne how to read and write—such mundane things he longed to have but was immediately stolen from him the moment he turned seventeen.
"That's the Stand ability," Jotaro spoke, already quite dreading the fact that he had to do this whole spiel all over again,
"Stand..." Jolyne trails off, before looking at him, "Then, you too?"
Your own surprise was still as clear as day on your face, and you seemed like you wanted to say something, but haven't found the right words to explain it. Again, not surprising to Jotaro. This probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense to you, so of course, you'd have questions.
He was immediately proven wrong, however, the moment Johngalli A attacks. It happened so fast that he hasn't processed it completely at the time, the sound of your chair scraping against the floor, your voice shouting Jolyne's name drowned by his own as he called for his stand, activating his time stop to save his daughter.
Relief filled his entirety as he saw that Jolyne used her ability, her strings to weave something to stop the bullet, silently commending his own daughter for her quick thinking. Now that he wasn't in a panic about his daughter's safety, only then did something else in the room catch his eye.
Jotaro's heart dropped to his stomach.
A stand.
There's another stand in this room.
It's reaching out to Jolyne, whether to protect or to attack her, he wasn't quite sure.
Jolyne was shot from the outside, so there's a high possibility that Johngalli A's stand is in the hall, the guard is knocked out, Jolyne is using hers and Star Platinum is right beside him. And so, by process of elimination, this stand......
His gaze went from the stand and to you, and he wanted to bang his head against the wall for even considering the possibility that you were a stand user too. Of course you weren't, not you, if you were, he would have known.
......right?
And if you weren't a stand user, then this can only mean that there are two enemies. At this thought, Star Platinum swiftly moved to deal damage but Jotaro had already reached his limit by this time and had no choice but to deactivate his time stop. Much to his surprise, the stand was swift enough to block Star Platinum's blow. Though it wasn't strong enough to fully stop it, the astonished look on your face that surprised Star Platinum's user was enough to make the stand freeze.
"This... is your stand, isn't it?" you turn to look at Jolyne who was also surprised by the sudden turn of events, "And... you have... strings?"
Jotaro opened his mouth to speak but immediately remembered the dire situation, testing his theory, he used Star Platinum to pull on your stand. In all honesty, he didn't know how to feel as you flew with your stand towards the wall, the same direction as Star pulled on your stand.
"You have a stand?" Jotaro practically growled, eyes hardened as they glared at you while you try to make sense of what was going on.
"I was right, it was the stand thing you were talking about,"
"Yes. Since when did you have a stand?"
"Of course, you wouldn't notice if mom had a stand, you were barely home!" Jolyne hissed and Jotaro turned his glare toward his daughter
"You knew?!"
"Of course not! I'm just as surprised as you!"
"Wait, since when did you have a stand, Jolyne?!"
The sound of a gunshot was enough to shut the three of you up, but not without Jotaro getting the last word in
"We'll continue this later,"
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Apparently, "later" meant after your family breaks the law and escapes from prison because what better way to fix a broken family than to become a bunch of fugitives.
You watch with furrowed brows as Jolyne talks back to her father, with Jotaro still being as clueless as ever and you thought of comforting her, but held yourself back from doing so—you knew Jolyne had pent-up frustrations with her father, and you knew Jotaro deserved to hear what she has to say anyway—no matter how harsh they could be.
"Listen," will he finally open up to his daughter? "Something's strange,"
You didn't know what you even expected, especially in a situation like this.
Jotaro was swift to tell Jolyne to duck and pull you to hide behind the wall with him. Allowing yourself to be pulled, you stayed beside your ex-husband as he peeked through the corner, you can hear voices from a distance and you can feel the hair on your arms stand on end—but not because of the voices of the possible guards, but because of something else.
It was said that humans have a sixth sense, one that was reserved for when someone is observing them, whether from afar or somewhere near, an individual would be able to feel it to some extent when eyes are glued to them.
Following your instincts, you ignore the gunshot that rang out and let your eyes wander—there, you saw it.
Another stand, a goopy one, at that. But it wasn't observing you as you had initially thought, its attention is focused on your husband instead, almost as if it was waiting, anticipating something... but you didn't know what. Turning your head to Jotaro, you open your mouth to warn him, but he was a step ahead of you.
The sound of his name being called out by you was easily drowned by the sound of his own voice as he activates his own ability. Surveying his surroundings, he noticed that your eyes were neither on him nor on your daughter, but is focused on something else which prompted Jotaro to turn his head in the same direction.
That's when Jotaro finally realized what was going on.
There were two enemy stand users, and one he had not accounted for. They were waiting for this exact moment—this moment where he has no other choice but to use his ability to save his family, and he walked right into their trap. Either way, it doesn't matter. The safety of his family was his top priority, even above his own, and with a scowl, he lunges forward just in time to save both Jolyne from a barrage of bullets heading her way.
This is when White Snake finally saw his opportunity.
"You were one move behind," Was the stand's taunting words towards Jotaro, "Kujo Jotaro... I was waiting for this moment!"
However, just like how Jotaro hadn't accounted for another stand user to make its way into the battlefield, so did White Snake. And just like Jotaro, he was a move too late when he realized what had happened.
Everything happened far too quickly, one second, Jotaro was about to turn to face the other stand who had approached him, and the next, he felt your hands push him away and he fell to the floor on his bottom, eyes widened in shock as the other stand used its ability on you.
Jotaro's and White Snake's minds drew blank for a moment as they watch discs protrude from the side of your face, both of them were a step too late, and you were a step ahead of them.
White Snake was only snapped out of shock when he noticed that the glazed-over look on Jotaro's eyes suddenly vanished as they narrowed, with the stand now annoyed at the mishap that could have easily been avoided had it paid more attention to you, it had no other choice but to swipe your memory and stand discs—perhaps, these could come in handy; your stand had incredible speed, he can make use of that, and your memory disc can be useful in terms of luring Jotaro in the future. With that, the stand swiftly moves away from the scene to escape Jotaro's wrath.
You suddenly felt dizzy and weak, perhaps, it was just the adrenaline rush finally wearing off. You felt like you could no longer hold yourself up as your legs turn into jelly, and the last thing you heard was the sound of gunshots along with your daughter's battle cry, and the last thing you felt was warm hands catching you before your body met the cold, hard floor.
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The Ones We Once Loved
Jotaro Kujo x Ex Wife!Reader
I tried my best to stay by your side but who knew the rolling seasons would reveal that sometimes we aren't meant to be the one?
CW: angst, jotaro and his ex-wife talk after years, little to no comfort, part 6 spoilers word count: 1.2k
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Seeing your ex husband standing in your doorstep after all this time was suprise to you, but what was even a bigger surprise was the excited grin your daughter wore as she stood next to him instead of the usual scowl she has when he was mentioned.
The biggest surprise is the fact that she seems to be the one who have brought him here, and that they seem to get along instead of Jolyne strangling the everliving daylights out of her father.
Once your surprise subsided, you pen the door even further to welcome the man and your now adult daughter—whom shook her head as you welcome her in, mischief gleaming in the eyes that are a carbon copy of her father's as she cheekily told you she had places to be and only dropped the man off at your place.
The moment she saw the arch of your brow rising, she was swift to leave the premises before you could question her, or worse, drag her into your home.
You let out a sigh as you watch your daughter disappear from your line of sight before turning around the see the tall man who was looking at you with a blank stare. God, he hasn't changed, has he? His face matured, grew older, but he seems to still be the same old Jotaro you once loved.
The awkwardness hanging in the air was to be expected as you gesture to Jotaro to sit on your couch before asking if he would like anything. He said he was fine with whatever as he walks further into your home and you made your way to the kitchen to make him his beverage.
It didn't take you long and you were finally back, sitting on the opposite of the couch after handing him his drink. You didn't know what to say at all.
Ask him how he's been? What he's doing here? Since when did he and Jolyne get along? What happened to his eye? What happened to the scar running down his face?
"You know, don't you?" Much to your surprise, he was the first to speak up. You turn your head to look at his side profile as he sips on his beverage before setting it on his lap, hand still wrapped arounf the cup.
"You know why she brought me here?" He reiterates, aqua marine gazed locked on his beverage as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.
The truth is, you had an inkling. The mischief in her eyes, the cheeky smile she sent before leaving; Jolyne meant for the two of you to have a talk, and perhaps, rekindle the embers of your love long gone.
"Of course," was your short response, "As tough as Jolyne may be, she still longs to have a complete family—every child longs for such."
"What do you think?"
This time, you finally allow your gaze to leave his face, just in time to miss as his head turns for his gaze to settle on you. You fiddle with the cup on your hands and look down on your lap, taking a deep breath before voicing your honest thoughts.
"I think it's useless." you said, "What we had was so long ago—besides, didn't we break up because it was the best thing to do? For the both of us?"
Your ex husband hums in agreement, and you can hear him set his drink down on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch once again. His eyes finally left you, and opted to look infront of him instead.
"I think so too."
"Then why did you come here?"
"....to apologize."
His words shouldn't have surprised you like that, shouldn't have made your breath catch in your throat. You stayed silent, suddenly feeling tense.
"I apologize for coming into your life," Jotaro starts, audibly gulping his nerves down, "Just to break your heart to pieces, just to leave you in the night."
You bit your lower lip to stop it from trembling, allowing the usually quiet and reserved man finally verbalize his thoughts, a very rare occurrence even for you, who once he vowed to be with until the very end.
"For all it's worth, I love you. Truly and deeply. More than anything."
"I know," and you truly did, even if he rarely said it out loud, even if he was rarely home—you knew you feltthe warm comfort of his love, and that was what kept you from leaving him for so long.
"I apologize too." you said, letting out a shaky breath before speaking, "For giving up on us. I just wasn't.... I wasn't built for a relationship where it's almost non-existent. I tried my best.. I tried to stay,"
Jotaro was silent as he listened to you intently, eyes still refusing to gaze over at you. He didn't want to see just how much he hurt you—didn't want to see how badly he messed you up.
"I noticed too late that... by staying, I was already chipping away at pieces of myself, until there was nothing left—until I had nothing left to give."
"..."
"For all it's worth, I truly loved you too. I really wanted this to work but..."
He knew he had hurt you, but he hadn't known the extent of just how much he truly did. And he can't help but want to apologize again, but he stopped himself from doing so, instead, he let out a bitter chuckle and a poor attempt for a joke to help alleviate the heavy atmosphere.
"Perhaps, we aren't just not meant to be,"
"Maybe," you crack a small smile, one that he couldn't see but he could hear that your voice was no longer as tense as before, "Maybe we were meant to be a lesson to each other."
You turn to look at him, smile still on your lips, only to watch him turn his head down, the shadow from the visor of his cap hiding his face from you, not allowing you to gauge his emotions. You thought the conversation would end there, but much to your surprise, Jotaro speaks up.
"If reincarnation is real, if we have another lifetime, another chance—I promise I will find you." Your eyes widen in surprise as his casual proclamation, tears now building up in your eyes "I hope our situation is better. I'll give you what you deserve—I'll give Jolyne the father, the complete family she deserves. We'll make it work then."
"Okay," you decide to humor him for the last time, just for old times' sake. Your smile stretched into a genuine one, allowing a single tear to roam down your cheek, "I will wait for you, then."
"Okay,"
Silence hangs in the air as the conversation comes to an end, finishing your own drinks in silence without looking at each other once again. Not long after he finishes his drink, Jotaro finally stands up, thanking you for your hospitality and bidding his farewells.
You smiled at him, giving him your own goodbyes and walking him to the door. And for the final time, you said your goodbye to him knowing this may very well be the last time you'll ever see him again.
The final goodbye to the man you once loved.
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"I'm home,"
"Welcome home,"
You don't remember when became like this. What little emotion you can hear from Alhaitham's voice whenever he announces his arrival is now completely gone, the excitement you feel from within your heart whenever you hear the front door open, whenever he announces his arrival, now nowhere to be felt.
As Alhaitham walks past you, who remained seated on the couch, he can't help but wonder how it became like this. No longer does he look forward to seeing you at the end of the day, and seeing your form in every waking moment just feels like a part of his routine now. He doesn't remember how the warmth from this house disappeared in favor of the cold chill that now greets him after a long day.
This place doesn't feel the same. This isn't home anymore.
You don't feel like home anymore.
His heart no longer goes wild at the thought of you. The sight of you now feels monotone compared to the explosion of colors before. He used to envision a future with you by his side, perhaps, a small version of himself and yours running around the house, but not anymore.
And he knows you feel the same.
Before he could leave the living room, you heard him call out your name, prompting you to turn to look at his back as he speaks.
"I apologize." Alhaitham said, confusing not only you but himself as well. It seems that your ability to turn the most rational man in Sumeru to think irrationally hasn't completely waned out just yet. Old habits die hard, after all.
"For what?" You ask, rightfully so.
That's a good question. What is he apologizing for? For feeling this way? For not fulfilling his promises to you? For things turning out this way? When he realized that he wouldn't arrive at one single answer, he decided to respond with the safest option.
"Everything."
Silence was the only response he got from you, and he found himself fine with that. He was just about to leave when he heard your voice calling out his name, prompting him to stop once again, turning his head to the side just enough to get a glimpse of you from the corner of his eyes.
Then and there, you finally verbalize the question that he knew had been in both of your minds for months.
"Are we still in love?"
The only time Alhaitham had been interested in romance at all was the first time he met you. Love. Such a strong emotion that it made even the strongest people weak, turning even the most logical man emotional. It had piqued his interest now that he was experiencing it firsthand and he read once that first love never truly dies out.... and yet....
He paused. What he says here might change the trajectory of your relationship forever, it's only fair that he thinks of the possible outcomes that may come from the words that will come out of his mouth.
Still, he can't envision a future where he affirms that the both of you are still in love. He no longer envisions a future where the both of you share sweet nothings in the middle of the night in each others' embrace.
"No," he responds bluntly, "We're not,"
He knows full well that he might end up regretting this response in the future but there's no way to tell what the future really holds, and the only thing Alhaitham can speak for is the present.
"Are you?" he asks, even though he already knew what you would say.
"No," you confirmed his thoughts, "Not anymore."
Your words brought him relief more than anything. Even if he no longer sees you romantically, he still greatly cares for you, and he didn't know what he would have done had he hurt your feelings.
"For all it's worth, I truly did love you." you added, "I don't regret a single second of this relationship."
"I know," Alhaitham sighs, looking ahead of him and finally taking a step forward to leave the room, muttering under his breath
"I feel the same. It's truly a shame it's coming to an end."
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cw: Mob Psycho 100 Season 3 Episode 4 spoilers!!
"You're back!"
Amongst all the strange things you've seen around Seasoning City the moment of your arrival, it was pleasant to finally see the familiar face of your husband, beaming at you in his usual gray pajamas, a cup of noodles in hand as he beams at the sight of you.
You smile tiredly at him, your bag slipping from your shoulders which prompts your husband to stand up from his slouched form on the office chair in front of his desktop, cup noodles in his hand being placed in the nearest elevated surface, catching your bags before they fall entirely on the floor.
"This is great! You've come at a great time," Reigen excitedly speaks to you, moving to set your bags aside, you can't help but look at him fondly. It wasn't often you see your husband prance around the place like a 5-year-old that was given candy, so it's always a treat to see him act so excited about something.
Before you could even ask, your husband turns to you and spoke once again.
"Get some rest, then let's go visit the divine tree!"
The fond look on your face immediately dropped.
The moment you set foot in the Seasoning City once again, you were immediately greeted by the followers of this Divine Tree. People wearing green shirts, and wide grins on their faces that made you uncomfortable as they approach you from all sides; some offer you flyers, some offer you refreshments such as bottled tea and biscuits, and some offer candies.
After being married to the Arataka Reigen himself, you already learned to know a scam when you see one, and this..... Psycho Helmet religion they're persistently asking you to join absolutely reeks. A wide-range scam? perhaps, even a cult?
Everywhere you looked, you saw a shade of green.
Everywhere you looked, there was someone grinning at you.
Everywhere you go, there was someone speaking to you.
Everywhere you go, you heard about the 'divine tree'.
It made you really uncomfortable.
And to hear it from your own husband's mouth......
"'Taka," you call, trying to hide a multitude of emotions behind your voice, yet, it still trembles. "What divine tree? That's just broccoli, isn't it?"
You remember him telling you about that broccoli, born from his student, Shigeo's powers. Now that you think about it, wasn't your husband supposed to be at work at the moment with Shigeo? Maybe even with Serizawa?
"It may have started that way, but it's more than that now," he turns to look at you, "It gives people hope, happiness even. It's a bit blasphemous and insensitive to refer to it as just a 'broccoli' now, don't you think?"
Not a single physical feature of his was different. His blonde bangs that are as yellow as the rays of the sun that brings comfort into your everyday life rest on his forehead, his coffee-brown eyes that gives you warmth every time it meets yours, the sides of his lips turned upward into a soft smile as he gazes at you with usual fondness and affection that you're so used to seeing.
You should be feeling your heart fluttering under his gaze, in his words.
But instead, they send shivers down your spine.
And he must have seen through you—your husband always does—and he scrunches his brows in worry at your suddenly tense form. In an attempt to comfort you, he takes another step forward, another step closer to you before reaching his hand out to pull you into an embrace.
However, before his skin could come in contact with yours, your dominant hand was swift to grab his wrist, stopping him from his movements. The sleeve of his gray sweatshirt acts as a barrier, not allowing your palms to touch his bare skin.
"Who are you?"
You practically hissed at him, glaring through his brown orbs, trying to pull him apart in your mind to find out who this man in front of you really is. You can feel your own body trembling, in anger or in fear, you didn't know.
"Love, it's me-"
"Don't give me that,"
The one thing you know for sure is that this man is not your husband.
He's not Arataka Reigen.
The man who poses himself as Arataka looks at you, a mixture of stunned and confused, pulling his eyebrows together again. He raises his other hand in hopes of touching you but you immediately slapped it away with your free hand.
He spoke your name softly, opening his mouth to speak further before you immediately cut him off with another demand to tell him who he was.
You can't let him speak. You can't allow him to talk to you.
Because if this man was anything like your Reigen, then he'd surely be able to convince you, to entice you to see things the same way he does—to join that godforsaken cult.
That's when you immediately realized; you can't stay here.
Staying here means spending more time with that man, staying here means you're giving him more opportunities to speak with you, to charm you. Staying here means you'll never be able to find out what happened to your husband.
Suddenly, your hand let go of his wrist as if you had been touching something hot for a prolonged period of time, you take a step back as you pretend to wince, worrying the man even more, your name escapes his lips once again as he asks if you were okay.
"Yes," you lied, bringing your fingers to your temples as you rub them, "I'm so sorry, 'Taka. I don't know what came over me. It's been such a strange day and I-"
"It's alright. Why don't we seat down and-" He reaches out to you, but you take another step back, away from him and his touch.
"Actually, can you brew me some tea? I just... I feel extremely tired."
"Of course, but first let me-"
"Tea. Arataka. Please."
Reigen suddenly stops speaking, eyes not leaving your form as he studies you. You weren't trying to run from him, were you? No. What is he even thinking? Why would you?
You trust him.
He trusts you.
You must be extremely tired from your trip which makes you extremely irritable.
Besides, how can he make you see how great Lord Psycho Helmet is if he continues to irritate you further?
"Alright," he finally relents, sighing "Lay down while I make your tea, I'll get you meds for your headache too,"
He turns his back to you, making his way to the kitchen in this small, shared flat. You only watch as he walks further in, silently cursing just how much this man resembles the love of your life.
"Oh, would you like to try this tea I got-" he turns to look behind him, and just like he had expected, you were already nowhere to be found which prompts him to let out an exasperated sigh.
"You really are stubborn,"
The door silently shuts behind you as you speedwalk away from your home, a determined look on your face as you see all the people in the street turn their heads in sync to look at your approaching form, that eerie grin still painting their faces as they make their move to approach you.
Your goal is clear in your mind as you evade the crowd that seems persistent to stop you in your tracks.
You need to find Mob. You need to find Serizawa.
You need to get your husband back.
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You already knew Jotaro was fuming the moment you entered your shared hotel room, and you knew Kakyoin could feel it too—why else would he excuse himself under the guise of checking out the vending machine that totally exists in the lobby, declining your offer to accompany him?
Just as either of you expected, the moment Kakyoin slams the door shut, the boiling rage that had been steadily growing in Jotaro's suddenly burst, voice raised as he spoke to you.
"How reckless could you be?!"
You tried to calm him down at first with the call of his name, but Jotaro didn't even let you speak as the normally quiet teen suddenly became the most talkative person in the room.
Steadily losing your patience as he lectures you with a raised voice, you started to defend yourself which only angered him more.
"Is that how you speak to the person who saved your life?"
"Yes, when I never even needed their help to begin with!"
"You're that ungrateful, Jotaro?!"
"I'm just calling it as I see it!"
Raised voices steadily turned into shouting, the argument loud enough that any unfortunate soul that passes by the door of your room can hear your muffled voices.
You ball your fists by your side, a mix of raging emotions clashing in your chest that you didn't know how to deal with. Anger, Sadness, Regret, all swirling while you listen to Jotaro as he continues to raise his voice at you.
"And it's absolutely stupid that you-"
One glance.
One glance at you was all it took for the man to finally shut up. His words die in his throat as his glare softens, his eyebrows scrunching as the look of anger he once wore turns into one of distress.
"Don't..." he sounded extremely troubled, and you didn't miss the way his voice cracked as he spoke. "Don't..."
You watch his adam's apple bob up and down, his mouth opening again as his frown deepens, the teen extremely distraught as he finally spoke the words he wanted to tell you.
"Don't cry."
And suddenly you were aware of the warmth trailing down your cheeks, finally registering your tears cascading down your face. You had been so focused on his words that you hadn't even noticed that you were already crying.
You turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze. How embarrassing. You're about to be a grown woman, yet here you are, unable to keep your emotions at bay and even crying in the middle of an argument.
Again, how embarrassing.
As you were chastising yourself, you failed to notice as Jotaro fidgeted with his hands. He raises them, contemplating whether he should touch you before pulling them away. Eventually, he decides you use his fingers to wipe your tears away.
He tried to be gentle, but it was still a bit rough which made you turn to look at him. The look of distress still hadn't left his face as he cups either side of your face with his hand, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb.
"Can I... Can I hug you?"
A small nod from you and he was quick to pull you into his arms. With his arms around you, his face buried in your hair, and the silence of the night, you heard the apologies that never left his lips.
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cw: suggestive
It was to be kept a secret.
Both you and Jotaro came to an agreement that your relationship would be kept a secret.
Your current mission leaves no room for romance, and if enemies were to find out just how much you mean to the Joestar descendant, then the target placed on your back would be much larger than Jotaro's.
Not even the crusaders were allowed to know—Joseph would be all too eager to room the two of you together all the time, you both had an inkling that Kakyoin and Avdol would take every chance they could to tease the stoic teen and, Polnareff.... well, him not knowing such a piece of sensitive information needs no explanation.
You will join this adventure, but under no circumstance should your relationship with the youngest Joestar descendant should be known by anyone but the two of you.
For your safety. For his sanity.
Yet, the way he declared that you were to share a room with him left not even Joseph a room to object. The way he grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him, swiping the key from the receptionist's hand made you feel like your teammates were starting to get a clue as to what your relationship with the man is.
But you couldn't bring yourself to pull your hand from his grasp and tell him off, even as you reach your room. Jotaro was deadset on just one thing and one thing only as he barely stops to push the door with his foot, sitting down harshly on the bed that you heard it creak before pulling you to his lap.
His arms snake around your waist as you straddle his lap, his face quick to bury between the space where your neck meets your shoulders, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close.
It was a close call for you today. If he wasn't fast enough.. if he was even a single second late... then you... you would have....
His arms tighten around you, and if you hadn't been paying close attention to him, you would have missed the way he started to tremble as he wills the thought of what could have been.
Your soft whispers of apology were not heard by the man who only wishes to revel in your warmth, to listen to the soft thrumming of your heartbeat against your chest, to assure himself that you're safe and sound in his arms.
And you had been so focused on Jotaro that you hadn't realized much earlier the small mistake that had been done in his moment of haze when you both arrived in your room.
You let out a soft sigh as the man below you starts planting soft kisses on your neck, specifically focusing on your pulse point. Your eyes wander around the room as he continues, only to catch the sight of the unmissable red and silver hair.
Now, Kakyoin hadn't meant to disturb anything. But he had been worried about you. That was an extremely close call, and you seemed so out of it during the journey to the hotel room that he can't help but be concerned. He wanted to room with you tonight to comfort one of his first ever friends—but Jotaro beat him to that.
Still, he should check up on you. That's what friends do, right?
And it seems like the other three crusaders had the same idea as they cross paths on their way to your and Jotaro's room.
They were quite surprised to see the door was half open, as if someone had tried to close it but didn't push with enough force for it to close completely. Polnareff volunteered to knock on the door, but the sight that greeted the four of them was too much of a shock that they froze in place.
Your eyes widen as four pairs of eyes with the same shocked look on your face look back at you, their jaws dropped to the ground at the sight of you and the other teen in such an intimate position.
Jotaro hadn't shown any signs of his fondness towards you, he treated you the same way he treated them and the only time they see the two of you conversing was when it was about battle plans—Joseph had an inkling Jotaro had budding feelings for you, but he didn't know that a whole relationship was going on.
You were quick to pull yourself away from Jotaro, standing up and moving away from him which greatly upset the man—if his soft whine was anything to go by—but the sight of your widened eyes caused the man to immediately turn around, his reddened eyes quick to be as wide as saucers too.
"WHAT THE FU-!!"
Star Platinum slams the door shut before Polnareff could even finish his exclamation and you can feel that Jotaro wants nothing but to bury himself 6 feet underground. The two of you share a look of disbelief, before looking back at the closed door where your still bewildered teammates stood on the other side.
You both stood frozen in your position for a few more minutes before Polnareff said something about staying safe followed by a wrapper sliding under the door—and you had a feeling as to what it was even if you can't see it properly in the dark room—along with the unmistakable sound of Joseph's muffled voice telling Jotaro to 'close the door next time', the sound of a half-horrified, half-amused chuckle coming from Kakyoin, and the sound of muffled apologies for disturbing you coming from Avdol before their footsteps fade away.
Your boyfriend was quick to let out a loud groan and strings of curses before plopping on the bed and burying his head on the pillow, and you could only let out a sigh of annoyance as your shoulder melts before running a hand on your face.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
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WARNING: obsession, yandere, violence, dark content ahead!
Jotaro had never thought that he would achieve the peace and silence he so wanted to get whenever he was in school like this. Sure, he wanted those fangirls of his to leave him alone but this...
The man pulls the visor of his hat down, eyes staring forward as he walks, ignoring the way the entirety of the school was driven into silence upon his appearance. He can hear hushed whispers here and there, their eyes boring through him, and if he had known better, he would've thought that they were staring straight into his soul—picking his entire being apart to search for the truth, their version of the truth.
Sure, he's beaten people up before to the point that they were barely recognizable but he would never harm an innocent—even if they annoy the living daylights out of him. He can't remember how many times he's been at the station already, how many times he was interrogated and investigated, can't remember a single day where his schoolmates avoid him like a plague.
It was pure coincidence that all the women that went missing happened to be Jotaro's fangirls—picked off one by one, only to be found in a state where even Jotaro couldn't help but turn his eyes away from their lifeless bodies.....
It wasn't him.
But they all think that it is.
In their eyes, only one person can possibly be guilty.
And Jotaro was okay with that—actually, it does bother him a bit—but that's not what's important right now. The man finally arrived at his destination, away from the prying gaze of anyone else, fingers itching for a cigarette as he stares into nothingness.
What's important right now is to find out who is responsible for these crimes. What motives do they have? Are they DIO's followers seeking revenge? What a stupid, yet effective, way to do so. Isolate him, have him be shunned to the point that he'll lose heart—one thing they didn't take into consideration, though, is that Jotaro is tough. Physically and mentally.
"Kujo-san?"
A voice calling out to him snapped him out of his pondering, his head turning to look over at you who was looking at him shyly.
"Are you alright?" He can tell from the tone of your voice that your question stems from genuine concern for his well-being, but he can't help but be worried for you instead.
He's seen you around the school before, but as far as he knows, this is the first direct interaction the two of you ever had with each other. He can barely even remember your name, so why would you go out of your way to speak with someone like him? Who's had people interacting with him these past few days just suddenly disappearing out of thin air?
He feels bad for doing this, but he didn't need another name to add to the already growing stockpile that's slowly weighing him down, seeping guilt into his entire being, making him question whether he's done something wrong to send those who interact with him to their doom.
And so, instead of answering, Jotaro merely lets out a scoff before shoving his hands in his pockets, turning away from you, and walking away—obvious to you and everyone present that he's giving you the cold shoulder and ignoring you. He hoped that was enough to negate the curse now laid upon you because you decided to check on him.
But that was too good to be true, Jotaro found out at the end of the day.
On his way home, he heard heavy breathing coming from somewhere not so far from him, scrunching his brows in confusion, he decided to follow the sound—extremely thankful that he did.
Because there laid you, the person who only wished to check up on him earlier, sat on the floor with your back against the wall, hand pressing against your abdomen as it leaks crimson, seeping through the fabric of your clothing and to the floor.
Not wasting any time, Jotaro was quick to summon Star Platinum to look around in case the perpetrator was still around as he kneels next to you, swiftly removing gakuran, removing your stained hands before using his uniform to press against your abdomen, pressing quite hard in hopes of stopping the constant flow.
He must have pushed too hard as he hears you let out a gasp, eyes trained behind him where Star Platinum floats, looking at you with its emotionless gaze—Jotaro knew you couldn't see his stand, so he chalked your gasp up to him pressing too hard and causing you pain.
His large hands reach out for yours, placing them on his uniform where his hands once were as he scoops you into his arms. He can't very well just leave you here, and if his hypothesis were correct, then in a way, it's his fault you're in this situation right now.
"I'm taking you to the hospi-" "No!"
Your protest was swift, and loud, causing the man to turn to you with an incredulous look. Are you serious right now?
"No... My parents will have my head if they found out I got myself hospitalized."
"You'll suffer the same fate if I don't bring you, why should it matter?"
"Kujo-san..."
The moment he starts walking once again, your hand shot out to get a hold of his tank top, crumpling the fabric in your fists,
"Jotaro, please..." you voice was pleading, no, begging him. "Just..... just bring me home. It wasn't deep, I can take care of it."
You sounded so terrified at the prospect of being brought to the hospital that even if it was against Jotaro's morals, he decided to respect your decision and asked for the way to your home. He can almost feel the relief that brought you as you weakly gave him directions.
The usually quiet Jotaro suddenly became talkative as he walks with you in his arms, the sense of urgency in the man can easily be felt and he didn't know whether he should be thankful or not that there aren't any people in the way you told him to go. He asked you various things to make sure you don't lose consciousness as he carries you.
He asked you about the perpetrator, only to be disappointed to find out that you hadn't seen who they were—you did, however, tell him that you heard the perpetrator saying that you shouldn't have approached Jotaro. Your words sent a chill down his spine.
So, it wasn't an enemy that he was dealing with. Rather, a crazed stalker. An admirer.
As you arrived at your home, Jotaro carried you over to the sofa at your instruction before silently fetching some things that you needed to stitch yourself up. First aid kit, alcohol.
"I'll be done in a jiffy," you told him, your voice weak and extremely pained, "My kitchen is over there, feel free to make yourself a drink,"
Jotaro was about to say no, about to say that he should be on his way, but you cut him off before he can even speak.
"And please make one for me too, anything you do is fine. I'm sorry to be a bother, but I might need your help to walk back to my room after this."
Just for a while. Jotaro told himself. It was his fault too, so it's the least he can do for you. As Jotaro made you and himself a drink, he can't help but be furious on your behalf. He hadn't known you for long, and he barely interacted with you, but from what he heard about you from the other students is that you were such an extremely nice person.
Quite the opposite of him, actually. You were nice, pretty much everyone knew you and were friends with you. He's heard people mention that you were like a ball of sunshine. And he's quite furious about the fact that because of him, a great person such as yourself was brought to such a peril. The least he could do to make up for it was to tend to you today—and catch the perpetrator and exact revenge on yours, and all the other victims' behalf.
When he returned with two drinks in hand, he placed both of them on the coffee table. Just as he reaches out to take a sip from his cup, you suddenly look up to him with a pained smile.
"Sorry, Kujo-san, but can I ask you to please fetch me some bandages?" You speak as if you were the one being a bother instead of the other way around, "This first aid kit no longer has any."
Placing his cup back on the table, he stood up with a nod, listening intently to your directions before leaving the room once again, seeing you get back to work on patching yourself up from his peripheral vision.
By the time he got back, you were still working on yourself. He sat down across from you, grabbing his cup and drinking it halfway through before breaking the silence, careful not to surprise you.
"Need help?"
"No, it's fine, thank you." you didn't bother looking over at him, focused on your task, "My mother taught me these things before she and dad went overseas, she said I needed to learn how to take care of myself as no one else would do it."
"I see."
Silence once again filled the room as you focused intently, small grunts of pain escaping your lips as the needle meets your skin. It took a while, but you were finally done and Jotaro was halfway through raising his cup to finish off his drink when he fully realized the weight of your words.
Your parents were overseas? But didn't you say they'd have your head if they found out you were brought to a hospital?
The man scrunches his eyebrows at this, but before he could question you about this discrepancy in your stories, he suddenly found himself needing to blink—his eyesight going in and out of focus. His eyes wander from the little that was left of his drink over to the table, blinking repeatedly only to still be greeted by nothing but a blur.
"Kujo-san?" He turns his head up to look at you, your face going in and out of focus from his sights, "are you okay?"
"Yeah," Jotaro grunts, blinking his eyes rapidly, willing the blurriness away.
"I was about to ask you to help me to my room so you can go on your way but... are you sure you're fine?"
"Yesh, 'm fine." he insisted, but the slur in his voice is not fooling anyone at all.
Before you can speak up in what he assumes to be a protest, he swiftly grabs your arm and pulls you up with him. If he were in a better condition, he would have noticed you flinch in his actions, as he holds onto you, the both of you guiding each other to your room as Jotaro started swaying as well—like a drunkard would.
He didn't know what was going on, couldn't understand a thing, the walls blended together with the floor and the ceiling, and his eyes are now starting to droop close.
"Jotaro.." your voice rang loud and clear, like a hand reaching out to pull him from the ocean he was drowning in. Through his blurry gaze, he sees you reach out to a door to what he assumes to be your room, turning the knob before snatching your wrist back from his hold and pushing him to the door.
He was able to catch himself before he could fall face first to your floor, and his aquamarine gaze catches sight of your bedroom, and what he saw brought back a bit of his sobriety.
Because in your room, on your walls, what stares back at him is his own face. His own eyes looking back at him. Polaroids of himself filled the walls from the ceiling to the floor, and pictures of himself that he hadn't even known were taken.
Shivers went down his spine as he sees pictures of himself in the comfort of his own home, in his bed, while having dinner with his mom—even in the bathroom.
He tried to summon Star Platinum to punch the ever-living daylights out of you, to tear this place apart but found himself unable to because of his extreme state.
"You don't have to worry, Jotaro," he can now hear the sinister tone laced in your fake concerned voice, "I didn't spike your drink all that much, you should be fine in a few hours, my love,"
"....bit...ch...." was the only thing he could let out as he finally fell to the floor, no longer able to hold himself up. He can no longer see anything in your room, everything is just a big blur, and he was quite thankful for that as he was sure he would throw up if he sees any more of your obsession.
You gasped loudly at his words, and he wanted to tear his ears off with his own hands as he closes his eyes to the sound of you breathing heavily, obviously excited at the prospect of him cussing at you.
"You know, JoJo...." he hears your footsteps approach him before he feels your fingers remove his hat, now combing through his hair and he wanted nothing more than to snap your wrist right then and there, "I tried everything to make you notice me.... If I had known that stabbing myself was the way to get you to notice me, I would have done that ages ago...."
"fu...ck... you...."
"later, darling." he wanted to vomit at the sound of your excitement, "maybe that purple guy that's always with you can join us too...."
Purple...? you.... you can....
You.....
His mind no longer wants to cooperate with him, no longer wanting to form a coherent thought, as the spike in his drink completely takes effect.
The last thing he heard was the ear-scratching sound of your voice.
"See you later, My JoJo."
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thusspokeshan · 2 years
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vote for the supreme tumblr sexyman. the one an only. the man, the myth, the legend. the symbol. the supreme twink. the ultimate dilf. my babygirl. my wife. the love of my life.
VOTE FOR ARATAKA REIGEN
he cant lose in the poll that really matters!!
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thusspokeshan · 2 years
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VOTE FOR JOTARO WHY IS HE LOSING
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thusspokeshan · 2 years
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Atlantis
Vampire!Jotaro Kujo x Human!F!Reader
I can't save us, my Atlantis.
WARNINGS: Major character d-word, Angst, graphic description of burning and violence
yo! literally no one asked for this but anyway, a part three thingy to the vampire fic thingy, yea.
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With the benefit of hindsight, perhaps, Jotaro should have trusted his gut feeling—his instincts. His brow furrowed together, creased in worry, all while you look up at him and if he hadn't known better, he would've thought you were also holding your breath in as you anticipate his answer.
"It's just lunch with some old friends," you told him nonchalantly, a shrug accompanying your words, "human ones at that. What could go wrong?"
And while he agreed with your words, he just couldn't shake the feeling of worry blooming in his chest and running through his veins. Is he just overthinking this? Maybe so. Mayhaps, he's just anxious because this will be the first time in a long time that you're leaving the castle without him, or any guard for that matter.
"They might scare off my friends," you said, an entirely plausible one, yet it made him feel all the more uneasy.
There shouldn't be any danger, and it is scheduled when the sun is high up in the sky, meaning that no vampires that wish to oppose him will be able to land a hand on you—likewise, if someone did attempt to harm you, then neither he nor his men would be able to come to your rescue.
But, you're going out with old friends anyway, right? And humans wouldn't dare hurt you, lest they feel his wrath.
You should be safe.
You will be safe.
You are safe.
"Fine," he finally relents, his voice laced with annoyance and a hint of affection, and the bright smile you let out was enough to distract him from the pit of worry steadily building up in his stomach.
In your giddy, your daughter of a few months currently sat on her father's shoulders as she nibble on his hair suddenly let out a gleeful noise, looking up at you with her eyes that are the same hues as her father, a toothless smile on her face as she reaches out to you.
You happily took her in your arms, speaking to her in excitement about your appointment tomorrow and Jotaro can't help the fond smile tugging at his lips, the sight of you happily chatting with your daughter as she gave out coos and "ba"s in reply to your words making him completely forget why he was so worried in the first place.
The next day, your husband was still asleep when you finished getting ready, with Jolyne sleeping next to him, drooling on the sheets. You thought of waking him up to inform him you'll be off, but immediately went against it as you study the peaceful look on his face. Reaching a hand out, you gently moved a stray curl resting on his forehead and you suddenly felt like you had so many things you wanted to tell him, however, when you opened your mouth, not a word came out as you choked on your own feelings.
Words and your emotions run through your mind, so many things you wished for him to hear, but you ended up with the simplest sentence you can conjure up—short, but enough to let him know of the extent of your feelings.
"I love you, so much."
It was idiotic, how you were getting so emotional over such a simple thing, acting like you wouldn't be home and back in his arms by the time the night falls. Letting out a shaky sigh, you finally turn your back and proceed to walk out, but not before muttering a soft goodbye to your family.
"See you later."
You finally understood why you felt that way now.
"She married a vampire! Traitor!"
"I thought you were nice, you're just a filthy traitor!"
"She even carried that dirty creature's brood!"
Your wrists burn from the tight rope wrapped to them, your hands on your back, more rope wrapped around your torso and down your legs to keep you in place—tied to a wooden pole. Your eyes are blurry, your ears ringing as the shouts of 'traitor!' rung over and over again.
"What are you doing?!" Your voice is shaky, drowned out by the screams of their accusations as you try to pull yourself free, "I didn't betray anyone!"
But no one was listening.
You try to stand tall, to hide your emotions, but your lips are visibly trembling as familiar people—people you've once shared meals and stories with, people you know by name, move forward to douse your being, the strong smell of gasoline entering your nostrils, making your head hurt.
Through your blurred vision, your head whips around as you scan the crowd. Dear God, your family. Your mom, your dad, your siblings... they don't know what's going on. Are they going to burn them too? You silently pray for their safety, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of drowning the noise out.
Your daughter... Jolyne, she's safe, right? She's with Jotaro, so she should be safe. Unless they've gotten to him, too? No, no, they wouldn't have. They... they.....
Your thoughts come to an end as your senses become hyper-aware, your wrists hurt from the rope digging into your skin, you can't breathe properly with how tight the rope is wrapped around your abdomen, your legs are quite itchy, tears have now started to roll down your cheeks and the never-ending cheers for your doom from the people you once called as friends worsen your headache.
"Jotaro...." You whimpered, you truly hadn't meant to, but your brain wasn't fully functioning at this point as you heard the tell-tale sound of a match being lit,
"My love, please, save me."
Jotaro woke up with a start, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath, panic still imbued deep in his chest from the dream he had that he no longer remembers. Soft cries from the bed prompted him to turn his head next to him, the sudden rustle of the sheets must have woken his daughter up, and he can't help but feel guilty for disturbing her sleep.
He reaches his hand out with the intention of holding her to his chest and lulling her back to sleep, but the sound of his door slamming open was enough to startle the vampire for the second time.
"Your highness!" There was urgency and fear in his butler's voice, the man looking at him with widened eyes and trembling lips, and if the man had a heartbeat, Jotaro was sure it would be running a mile per minute.
"Forgive me for my indecency!" The man shouts, bowing before Jotaro before exclaiming, "But the townspeople are currently gathering in the middle of the town—intending to perform a public execution on Her Highness!"
Jotaro's mind blanked out at the information, blankly staring through the man as he continues to speak, something about men already being sent there to save her even at the cost of their life but such information didn't fully process in his mind.
His wife.....
They dare lay a hand on her? On his wife?
Never in his life had he been so blinded with rage, the edges of his eyesight turning red as he stood up to leave, ignoring the pleading for him to not go, that they have it all under control and there is no need for his highness to risk his own life, but the only thing that got through to Jotaro was the sharp sob of his daughter—whom must have felt the intensity of the emotions rolling off her father, enough to make her upset.
"Look after Jolyne for me,"
Those were the only things he muttered before he disappeared in hopes of saving his beloved.
It hurts.
Everything hurts.
Your throat hurts from screaming, and you no longer feel anything from your knees and down.
It's hot. It's so hot.
Your body feels extremely hot, sharp, and pinpricks of pain rolling through your skin, it feels like it is melting and it is excruciating. You can no longer think straight, pain so intense that you barely have the capacity to think.
You wanted to call out to Jotaro, you wanted to get this over with, you wanted to understand why they were doing this, you wanted.... you....
"They are my friends!" you yell out, perhaps, to convince yourself of what you knew was a lie in your final moments, "Don't hurt them!"
You yelled this out with one person in mind, eyes raised to the sky, a bit glad that such a nice view of the sky was going to be the last thing you see, not aware that he was almost there and was able to hear your exclamation. It, however, did nothing to quell the fiery rage burning in his chest.
It had only taken him a few minutes to arrive, and unfortunately, none of his men before him had managed to withstand the bright rays of the sun. The human body can only take so much, though, and by the time he arrived, only the sounds of cheers and the roaring fire remain—not the sound of your screaming, not the sound of your breathing, not the sound of your heart pumping.
Jotaro felt numb. He was truly blinded at that moment.
His body moved, it was swift, and he can hear the screams of terror resonating in the town, sounds of footsteps rushing to leave, sounds of footsteps of people dumb enough to think they can take on him. He's seeing red as he went through each and every single one in attendance, not holding back as he tears them apart limb from limb.
By the time he was done, he could barely stand up, and only silence remained in the once boisterous town. There is not an inch on the ground not covered in crimson, a few houses have their door busted down, and not a single living being remained.
He limped out of the last home he had been in, hissing as the bright ray of the sun shined down on him.
The sun, the provider, helping living beings thrive with its warm rays—and yet, the opposite was true for the creature. Its light stings, and burns his skin. Was this how you felt? No—you're human, and human beings are such fragile creatures, you must have been in pain much worse than this.
By the time he arrived back where you remained, fire still roaring, but not as much as before, he didn't hesitate to walk through the blistering flames, only to be able to hold you in his arms in his final moments.
Cutting the rope off was easy—another reminder to him that humans are weak creatures, and yet, they managed to take his beloved from him. They were weak, but they were mischievous and clever all the same. He shouldn't have let his guard down.
He fell to his knees as he held you close, he wished he could tell Jolyne these things—to never underestimate the beings that took her parents from him, but a part of him knew there wouldn't be a need for him to tell her that.
She'd know.
He only wishes she'd know how sorry he is for leaving her so soon, how sorry he is for not protecting her mother better, that she wouldn't even be able to remember either of her parents.
With you close to his chest, Jotaro finally closes his eyes—the end of the immortal being.
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thusspokeshan · 2 years
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Do you still write anymore?
i've been so busy with the end of school year, graduation, and college applications, and enrollment that i kind of lost the drive to write recently, but yeah i still post every now and then on my side blog lolol.
and i have so much unfinished wips in my drafts, so when i finish those soon i'll post them too lol
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Lucifer is a lot of things, but amongst all else, he is a man of his word. Which is why when he proclaimed his love for you in your shared hotel room, his birthday a few hours away, you knew he meant it
His words that day will forever be etched in your mind, along with the soft blush tinting his cheeks and the fond look in his eyes as he swore to you.
"I will watch over you until the day comes where we must part. And I promise to love you until the end of your days and beyond."
And to no one's surprise, that's exactly what he did.
He was by your side, brimming with pride while you shined the brightest, and became your shoulder to lean on when you were at your lowest. He was there to hold your hand through anything and stayed just far enough to still be at your aid when needed at times you wanted to be on your own.
He was by your side as your body started to weaken, and your bones crumble. He was there to run his fingers through your hair, spotting more and more gray strands as the days passed. He was there to carry you when you started to get more tired frequently. He happily listened to your stories even as your voice began to soften with age. He was there to remind you of anything when you started to forget more and more frequently.
His ruby eyes held the same soft fondness and affection as they did that night, and he still thought you were the most beautiful being he ever laid his eyes upon even if your face is now lined with wrinkles, skin sagging with age.
And in your last moments, when it was your turn to be the victim of time, he held you tight, looking as if he never aged a day while you became a shadow of who you once were. That day, you asked him;
"My love, were you happy?"
Lucifer gave you a bittersweet smile, holding your hand in his as he gently press a loving kiss against your frail wrist,
"Of course." he responded, and you can feel his lips moving against your skin, "I don't, and never will, regret a second I spent loving you."
It was hard, and it was in this moment you truly felt the fleeting embers of your life but you did your best to give him a smile—he deserves that at least, to know that you felt the same and that he made you the happiest in the time you were alive.
"Rest now, my love." He told you, watching as your eyes flutter close. His eyes sting as he fought to keep his tears at bay, lips trembling, hand gripping yours tightly, a silent plead for you to please don't go.
"I'll be alright." You ignore the wavering in his voice, willing to indulge his pride for the last time. "I love you today and tomorrow. I will love you forever and beyond."
And as your hold in his hand loosens, and he can no longer feel the familiar thumping against your wrist, Lucifer finally allows his tears to stream down his face.
"Until the day we meet again, my one and only. I will wait for you."
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thusspokeshan · 2 years
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man this account is still shadowbanned? thats wack as fuck lmao
to my ability to reply, maybe one day we'll be together again, my love. dont give up on me, as i will never, ever, give up on you.
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