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Vriska Serket

Act 5, page 3849-3859

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AG: John!!!!!!!!

AG: You're heading into the 8lackout, so I won't 8e a8le to see you until you leave.

AG: 8ut don't worry, I can still sense you are there. 8ecause of awesome powers, remem8er?

AG: Smooth move, ditching your computer like that, 8y the way. That was some incredi8le leadership you showed!

AG: Now I have to contact you through Rose, thus exposing me to the risk of actually having to taaaaaaaalk to her........

AG: Your carelessness has put the Heroes of Light in a very awkward position, John. I hope you're satisfied.

AG: Hahahaha, just kidding. She's o8viously a little too "preoccupied" at the moment to 8e sassing me.

AG: Just 8orrow her computer and talk to me when you get the chance, ok?

AG: I will 8e waiting. ::::)

AG: ........

AG: ........x8

AG: ........x8x8x8x8x8x8x8!!!!!!!!

AG: All of the dots, John. All 16.777216 million of them.

AG: Still dead, huh?

AG: Or are you too 8usy weeping over her corpse to pick up that headset and answer me????????

AG: You can't fool me, John. I know you are not staying dead for long.

AG: And it is not just 8ecause I can clearly see you're alive in the future! ::::P

AG: You see, we are 8oth the 8est there is, and therefore we have special privileges when it comes to mortality.

AG: It's hard to keep a god dead for good. We can only die under very specific circumstances. Didn't I mention?

AG: Nothing too glorious a8out the way you just died, I 8et.

AG: Let me guess, even after all my lessons, you allowed yourself to get sucker sta88ed, right? Pretty lame!

AG: I mean, lucky for you it was lame. I guess 8eing lame pays off when dying a hero's what gets you killed.

AG: If our Hero of 8reath reached god tier, he would have 8een completely indestructi8le! Lol.

AG: Damn, I forgot, I was going to stop ripping on that guy, since he got sta88ed through the chest and died. Haha, whoops.

AG: Anyway, I figure you're pro8a8ly safe from a just death too, since I'm pretty sure you haven't done anything all that despica8le.

AG: Yet. ::::)

AG: I don't know for sure, 8ut I'm 8etting that if I go to fight Jack, it will wipe out all the 8ad things I've done.

AG: I think if I die it'll 8e a hero's death, so it ought to stick.

AG: Pretty good motiv8tion to win the fight though, don't you think?

AG: One way or another, I think this will 8e my last 8ig challenge as a gamer.

AG: As such, I would like to pass my dice on to you.

AG: It is very important to me that they stay in good hands, John. That you continue their legacy, and that of my ancestor.

AG: 82THE8TH

AG: Use the code! I'm sure I can count on you to make something awesome with it.

AG: Still not alive yet? Man.

AG: You 8etter hurry up! She pro8a8ly doesn't have much time left.

AG: Trust me, what she's going through on Derse right now isn't much fun.

AG: Ok, I guess I should mention why I'm trying to contact you now of all times, rather than just skipping ahead.

AG: Remem8er how we talked a8out your 8ackup plan? The one you have devised to defeat Jack, in the off chance I fail?

AG: Well, it's not going to work if Rose is dead, is it?

AG: You have to wake her up! 8reathe some life into her. Do the windy thing, with your lips!!!!!!!!

AG: You know what that means........

AG: Gotta kiss her.

AG: Don't worry, I still can't see you, so there is no reason to 8e 8ashful or anything.

AG: And since we are a couple of professionals here who are focused on winning, we 8oth know it doesn't have any meaning.

AG: It's not l8ke I would 8e jealous even if I could see.

AG: Why wo8ld I 8e?

AG: Or may8e that didn't even cr8ss your mind........ haha.

AG: M8n, why am I ev8n t8lking a8out th8s.

AG: Let's just forget I said that. This isn't really how I wanted this convers8tion to go!

AG: I guess I was assuming you'd 8e talking 8ack 8y now. So now I'm just talking and talking and spinning my wheel device like an idiot.

AG: May8e I don't actually know how I wanted it to go.

AG: I guess I could just shut up and skip ahead on your timeline a little, talk to you when you're alive.

AG: That would make sense.

AG: So

AG: I guess

AG: I will do that.

AG: 8ut then........

AG: May8e if I did, I wouldn't actually say what I wanted to say.

AG: So

AG: I will just say it.

AG: To 8e honest, I am nervous a8out this fight.

AG: 8ut I'm still going through with it, for a lot of reasons.

AG: To save my friends, or at least the ones who are still alive. Oh, and I guess to save reality itself from 8eing totally fucked up. There's that too.

AG: 8ut I think what's motiv8ting me to win this fight the most is........

AG: The possi8ility of getting to meet you when it's all over!

AG: May8e I can finally put all this terri8le stuff 8ehind me.

AG: And I won't have to worry a8out 8eing the 8est anymore, or proving what a ruthless killer I can 8e.

AG: May8e I can try out whatever is supposed to 8e normal for a human. Who knows, it might not 8e as 8oring as it sounds!

AG: May8e

AG: If you're not too freaked out 8y all the 8ad things I've done........

AG: Or the fact that I am an alien

AG: We could go on a d8? ::::O

AG: Don't worry, it could 8e a human d8, whatever that entails.

AG: No weird alien stuff, I promise! And no killing or murders, or even talking a8out killing or murders and such. Just whatever you like to talk a8out and think is cool.

AG: I could even 8e persu8ed to watch more of your a8surd human films.

AG: Do you like any others which feature that rugged human with the long hair and wounded arm?

AG: You know the one. The sweaty guy with the mutil8ed animal and the speech impediment.

AG: Those would 8e tolera8le to watch, I 8et.

AG: Well, think it over.

AG: 8efore I go, I'll get in touch one more time l8er on, when you're alive and may8e have something to say a8out it.

AG: Oh yeah........

AG: Sorry a8out your adult male guardian. I wasn't trying to 8e deceptive 8y not telling you.

AG: I decided not to, 8ecause I didn't want to 8e the one to make you sad a8out it.

AG: Was that selfish of me? I dunno.

AG: You would have found out regardless. Like we all did. There are things we care a8out that we just have to leave 8ehind.

AG: It just sucks for those who aren't in as much a hurry to leave it all 8ehind as me!

AG: W8.

AG: Someone's coming, hang on.

AG: Oh god.

AG: She's wearing her RP outfit! What the hell is she up to?

AG: Man, she's got her dum8 dragon doll and everything. Guess she means 8usiness this time.

AG: Dammit, I've got to go deal with this now.

AG: Anyway, if you actually get around to reading any of this, thanks for listening, John.

AG: If my outrageously gr8 luck has any say in the matter, we will 8e meeting up in no time!

AG: Just please consider what I said.

AG: Ok........

AG: L8r! <33333333

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helpimhyperfixating · 7 months ago

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Wedding - Jotaro x Reader

This was a commission requested by @worldsetfree !

Thank you so so much, love, for your patience with me and for commissioning me in the first place ^^ I had a lot of fun with this!

CW: none

This is a post p6, happy ending au. Because dadtaro yes :3

Word Count: 3855

“What’s going on, love?” You ask softly as you reach up, straightening Jotaro’s tie. He’d just earlier come home from a long day at the office, writing on his newest research paper. Right now though, he was fresh out of the shower and getting dressed in fancy wear.

“I have a gut feeling.” The man mumbled, looking down at you. His hair was still a little damp, one stubborn curl draped across his brow while his hat was laying to the side on the dresser – the usual purple one replaced with a black one to match his suit, decorated with silver emblems for some more subtlety.

“About what? Jolyne asked us out to dinner. You were saying recently how you barely see her anymore, I thought you’d like this?” You questioned and Jotaro sighed softly, taking your hands away from his tie as he instead brought them down, squeezing a little as he instead looked over your head, seemingly trying to find the right words.

“It feels too sudden. Forced.”

Smiling a little sympathetically, you turned your hand around in his hold, squeezing his hand back to get his attention back on you. “Jolyne asked us to come. So we come. It’s dinner with her and some of her friends. Don’t you think that after everything she’s been through, she deserves a night out to a fancy place?”

“She does, but-“

“-No buts.” You interrupted him, making him frown a bit. “Jotaro, it’ll be fine. If anything, having us two there puts her in a safer position than when she’s alone.”

“Good grief, you’re insistent.” He sighed, though you saw the small quirk of his lip and smiled back.

“Good. That’s what you have me for. Now come on, let’s blow-dry your hair and go. We don’t want to be late.”

“Fine. So long as Anasui isn’t there.”

- - - -

Sitting at the restaurant, Jotaro had his arms firmly crossed over his chest, his hat casting his eyes into shadows as he scowled, almost brooding as he sat next to Anasui.

The pink-haired man – to his credit – kept his composure, holding a face of indifference as best as he could as he looked anywhere but the annoyed man right beside him at the table.

Sitting next to your husband, you couldn’t help but struggle to keep your smile down.

Jotaro looked downright pissy.

Sitting at the table, Jolyne sat to your left at the head, Ermes next to her (and opposite to you) and followed by Emporio and Foo Fighters, with Weather Report finishing up the crew, sitting at the head of the table opposite of Jolyne.

It was a positively merry band.

A little while ago, the drinks and entrees had been ordered, Jotaro already halfway through his beer.

“Dad, how’s the paper going?”

Pulled out of his brooding, Jotaro lifted his head, glancing to his daughter. “It’s going well.” He responded and you smiled to yourself, seeing the man’s sour expression soften the moment he laid his eyes on the green-haired girl. Or- woman, now. She wasn’t your little girl anymore. A thought that stung, though you kept it to yourself.

“What was it about again?”

“Blue whale migratory patterns.” Jotaro cleared his throat, always a little embarrassed to speak about his work.

“Oh, I hear they’re rare to be sighted!” Emporio spoke up, ever curious.

Jotaro nodded, crossing his ankles under the table. “Indeed, due to whaling in the last century their numbers drastically decreased. It’s been banned since 1966 but they’re still an endangered species.”

“So how’d you find them?” The now thirteen year old boy asked.

Jotaro’s lip quirked up before he answered while angling his hat’s brim down. “By knowing where to look.”

You knew your husband had a soft spot for the kid. In fact, the two of you had offered to take him in, but Jolyne had declined, saying she and Ermes could do that since they lived together. And neither of you protested, given Emporio and Jolyne in particular had a bond that could not be shattered.

“How’s the job, Jolyne?” You asked instead, lifting your glass to take a sip of your drink.

At that, Jolyne smiled. “It’s going well! I got some designs approved finally and have started making them.”

“You should see some of them, they’re incredible!” Ermes butted in, placing her hand on Jolyne’s thigh, making the girl blush as she glanced off to the side – a trait she got from you.

To his right, Jotaro saw Anasui glare daggers at Ermes, making the raven shift forward in his seat, blocking Anasui’s stare with his frame while giving a scrutinizing look of his own to the man in pink.

Seeing it, Anasui swallowed bitterly, crossing his arms and just letting it go. He knew he couldn’t beat Jotaro, no matter what happened.

“Oh! Do you have some pictures, Jolyne?!” Foo Fighters piped up excitedly, leaning on the table with both her forearms.

At that, both Jolyne and Ermes shared a look. Tilting your head in intrigue, you studied the two young women. There was excitement in their eyes, as well as slight nervousness in Jolyne.

“Sure.” Jolyne then hummed to her friend, nudging Ermes, who picked her bag up off of the floor, digging through until she pulled out a camera.

Before she could show anything however, waiters came up with the entrees, putting them down one by one in front of the right people.

Again, you saw the two women to your left touch, their hands intertwining under the table.

Perceptive as ever, Jotaro noticed too – the two of you sharing an inquisitive glance. There was something going on with them.

“So, show me what you’ve been up to, miss fashion designer.” You smiled, reaching over and gently squeezing Jolyne’s elbow.

“Okay, mom.” The girl smiled, taking the camera from Ermes, turning it on and flicking through a few pictures before handing it over to you.

Taking it happily, you shifted a little closer to Jotaro, pushing the camera’s strap to the side as you saw a picture of a slim fitting coral patterned dress sit on a mannequin. Jotaro leaned into your space, the two of you looking over at the small screen together, as you tilted it so that he could view it as well. “Oh wow, that looks so detailed!” You complimented.

“There’s some more pictures if you press the arrows right.” Jolyne instructed and you followed her word, moving your thumb to click the arrow.

The screen shifted to a new picture and your eyes widened as you felt Jotaro grip your hip tight, his breath faltering a bit.

Right there on the screen was a photo of Jolyne and Ermes on the beach, Ermes down on one knee, a small but ever so prominent box in her hands.

Snapping your head up to your daughter, you saw her with a wide grin on her face, her eyes a little misty as she lifted her hand, showing a beautiful yet simple ring sitting on her ring finger.

“You’re engaged?” You asked, in disbelief though quickly, a warmth filled your heart as you saw both women nod.

“No way!” Foo yelled out, almost throwing herself onto the table to look closer at the ring, Jolyne easily obliging. Emporio had the widest smile on his face, having already known and Weather Report held an unusual but calm smile on his face.

To your right however, you suddenly heard a chair screech, followed by a loud clang.

Anasui had abruptly risen to his feet, rage in his eyes as he stabbed his knife into the wooden table next to his plate.

Before he could say or do anything however, Jotaro had snapped his hand around the man’s elbow, tightly squeezing as he yanked Anasui back down into his seat.

“You shut up and smile.” He spoke, voice low as he glared at Anasui, a silent rage emanating from him that you hadn’t seen in quite some time.

“I won’t sit here and-“

“Then you won’t sit here!” Jotaro interrupted, yanking his arm before abruptly getting up himself, dragging Anasui with him to his feet.

Angry, a shimmering aura of a stand began to grow around Anasui, but Jotaro retaliated instantly, a familiar purple beginning to emanate around it.

“Think very carefully about what you’re going to do.” He spoke threateningly. Yet when Anasui just grit his teeth, glaring daggers at Ermes, the raven tightened his grip on his elbow and began to drag the pink-haired man out of the restaurant.

“I’ll make sure he makes it out alive.” Weather Report sighed as he got up. “Congratulations Ermes, Jolyne.” He said, giving another little smile before following the marine biologist and his impromptu charge.

Now you knew why Jolyne had made Jotaro sit next to Anasui.

Sighing softly, you then turned to your daughter, reaching out to grab her hand, reaching over to grab Ermes’ a second later. “I’m so happy for you two.” You whispered, tears in your eyes, which in turn caused Jolyne’s to fill as well. “I speak for both your father and myself when I say that I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You’ve been through so much. The both of you have. And I’m so happy to see you find solace in each other.”

At that, the two glanced at each other, Ermes reaching out and linking her free hand with Jolyne’s.

“Ermes?” You said her name and she turned, looking at you. “I couldn’t be happier to have you join our family. And you will always have a family in us.” You whispered. At that, you almost physically saw the lump form in her throat as she then nodded with a shy smile.

Smiling wide, you had to keep back your emotions as you then got up, starting to drag both out of their seats. Dragging Jolyne into a hug, she happily joined, Ermes stepping up a second later, joining in on your insistence as you hugged both women tight.

“Congratulations.”

Pulling back, Jolyne smiled at you, blinking away tears. “Thank you, mom.” She whispered and you reached up, thumbing away the beginning tear in the corner of her eye, saving her makeup.

“I’m so excited!” Foo suddenly exclaimed, pulling Emporio close into a hug, the boy tensing up and frowning a bit, his growing age making him more averse to affection – like most teenage boys – making you chuckle a bit.

Just then, Jotaro and Weather Report came walking back in, Jotaro shaking his hand out a bit while Weather walked a bit more casual.

Yet as the raven walked up, seeing you all on your feet, he softened. Especially when Jolyne broke away from you and rushed up to him.

Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, burying his face into her shoulder as he hugged her tight. You watched as he spoke a few words – too quiet to hear – but it resulted in Jolyne holding him tighter.

The two embraced for a few seconds longer while Weather Report took his place at the table again. Then, they pulled apart, Jotaro taking off his hat for a brief second to press a short kiss to his daughter’s forehead, just like he used to when she was a little kid.

Walking over a moment later, he walked up to Ermes, tightly shaking her hand. “Treat her well.” He muttered and Ermes hummed, a bit of a cocky smile on her face.

“Wouldn’t do anything else. Pink baby give you much trouble?”

“He asked to pass on his congratulations.” Jotaro said coolly, letting go of Ermes’ hand as he then walked back over to his seat beside you. “He unfortunately had to go home.”

Rolling your eyes good-naturedly, you took your seat at the table again as well.

Once everyone was seated, conversation flowed naturally, food being eaten before the main course was served. And by the time that dessert rolled around, Foo Fighters was firmly drunk after having stolen Weather’s glass of wine, and Jolyne’s ring had been thoroughly inspected at least a hundred times.

- - - -

Walking into the bedroom, Jotaro’s face fell into a deadpan as he saw you sitting upright in bed with your laptop on your lap. “Are you still on it?”

“It has to be perfect.” You mumbled, typing away as you continued to search for different venues.

It had taken about six months since the engagement, but Ermes and Jolyne had finally began planning the wedding, having asked you and Jotaro for your input – both thanks to the fact that you were funding it for a big part, as well as the fact that you already had experience when it came to planning a wedding.

“Darling, leave some planning to them. A bit of wedding stress is good for them.” He sighed, taking off his shirt as he walked to his side of the bed, lifting his pillow and rummaging under it to find the pyjama pants he keeps there.

“But there’s so much to do, I just want to help.” You frowned, glancing to the side to see your husband switch out his pants for the pyjama ones.

“Your helping is causing you to stress like it’s your own wedding. They’re smart girls, they can handle it.” Jotaro said, climbing into bed beside you.

“But-“

He grabbed your cheek and turned your head to face him, shutting you up. “No buts. Sleep, Y/N.”

“I’m not overbearing, am I?” You whisper, worried now and Jotaro huffed in amusement, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“No, you’re not. Jolyne asked me to get you to take a break because she’s worried about you. She assured me she appreciates you taking the work load from them, but as I said; let them have their own wedding stress. It’s healthy.”

“You sure?”

Reaching over, Jotaro closed your laptop and placed it on his nightstand, shuffling down under the blankets a bit while pulling you down with him. “Certain.” He assured, looking at you with gentle eyes. Age had truly mellowed this man out.

“Okay.” You whispered, allowing him to pull you in as he took a deep breath, his arms tight around you as he cuddled you close, your own body melding with his.

“Goodnight.”

“Sleep well, love.” He muttered.

- - - -

Reaching up, you straightened Jotaro’s bow tie a bit.

“I can’t believe she still invited him.” The raven grumbled and you sighed softly.

“Like it or not, she views Anasui as a friend. He saved our lives, remember?” You asked, dusting his suit of imaginary dust as you spoke and Jotaro huffed.

“I’ve saved his life dozens of times by not caving his skull in.”

Letting out a little ‘tssk’ you softly hit his arm. “It’s your daughter’s wedding day! Stop with the negative talk.” You scolded, crossing your arms. “He won’t be a problem. Weather Report is there to keep an eye on him.”

“He’s going to object.” Jotaro spoke matter of fact, clearly displeased.

“Didn’t you threaten him so severely he stayed out of Jolyne and Ermes’ way the entire wedding planning?” You countered, raising an eyebrow and Jotaro sighed.

“Yes, but even his malleability has an end. He’s obsessed with Jolyne. It’s dangerous.” He frowned and you nodded, not wanting to wave his concerns away, as well as knowing he was right.

“This is true, but Jolyne only allowed him to be here if he promised to behave. And we’ll step in if we have to.”

“I don’t like it.” Jotaro just said and you gave him a sad little smile before leaning up, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

“I think you don’t have to worry.” You said. “I heard Ermes talking to Jolyne earlier, said she had it handled.”

At that, Jotaro seemed pleasantly surprised. “She okay?”

“Weather went with her.”

“Good man.”

Chuckling a bit, you nodded, patting his chest for a moment until music started up in the chapel. “Oh, that’s my cue.” You hummed, standing up straight. “I’ll see you at the front row. Love you.”

With that, you walked through he double doors, leaving Jotaro alone in the forechamber. “Love you too.” He mumbled, looking down and straightening the small flowers in his suit jacket pocket.

And then, a door opened behind him and Jotaro turned, the crease in his brow vanishing as slowly, Jolyne stepped out of her dressing room.

She was dressed in a beautiful wedding gown, white as snow and fanning out from her hips, giving a simple yet elegant shape, accentuated by jewelry embroidered into the boddice. Her hair was up into a perfectly sculpted bun, wreathed in braids.

“Look at you.” Jotaro muttered, holding out his hand and Jolyne walked over, positively shining as she took his hand, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Can you help me, dad?” She whispered, holding up her veil.

Looking down at it, he huffed a little in amusement and nodded, gently taking the piece of fabric from her.

Stepping closer, he raised his arms, carefully inspecting her hair, testing where it would be best to push the prongs of the veil’s comb into to keep it in place. With a gentle move, he slid the prongs into her hair.

“This reminds me of when you used to do my hair.” Jolyne whispered and a fond smile spread on her father’s face.

“Only fitting I do it one last time before giving you away.” He muttered, fixing the veil in front of her face so that it hung proper. “You planned it, didn’t you?” He asked and Jolyne smiled from behind the white silk, nodding.

“I love you, dad.” She whispered, her voice breaking a bit and Jotaro had to take in a heavy breath, cradling her cheeks through the veil as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I love you too, my little seastar.” He murmured back before pulling away, giving her a proud look before he shifted to stand beside her, holding out his arm. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Jolyne said back, her nerves flaring and Jotaro hummed.

“Then you’re doing better than I was.”

“Really?” She murmured, looking up at her dad and the raven nodded.

“I was sure I was going to throw up, waiting at the alter for your mother. Let’s hope Ermes is doing better than me.”

“So, I finally have something I’m better at than you?” Jolyne teased and at that, Jotaro turned his head to look at her, right as from inside the chapel, the organ began to play, the ceremony starting.

“You’ve always been better than me, Jolyne.” He spoke, his eyes soft. “You’re my little girl.”

Taking in a shaky breath, Jolyne was just forced to bite her lip and hold in her tears as right at that moment, the doors were opened, showing her to the gathered people.

Inside, everyone was waiting on chairs, even though there weren’t that many family or friends gathered. Ahead, Foo Fighters was spreading flowers across the carpet, fit to burst with excitement before she quickly veered off to the right and sat down in one of the few chairs set up in the room, not many attendees present.

Still, as the two Kujo’s started walking down the aisle, Jolyne felt her heart fit to burst, seeing Ermes stand at the altar, a proud smile on her face.

Almost perfectly, the sun shone in through the stained glass windows of the church and Jotaro glanced left, seeing the head of Weather Report’s Stand peeking out behind the man, even as he sat next to a pissed off Anasui.

Finally, the two reached the end of the aisle and Jotaro turned to Jolyne one last time, looking down at her, his hands dropping down to hold onto hers.

“Go start your life, Jolyne. Properly this time.” He quietly spoke, glancing up to Ermes who was still beaming with pride in her white suit, in awe of Jolyne in her wedding dress.

With a small squeeze to his daughter’s hands, he then helped her up the shallow stairs onto the altar, his hand feeling strangely empty the moment Jolyne’s left his to instead grab Ermes’.

Letting out a little breath, he turned and moved to sit down on the empty chair next to you, feeling your hand grabbing hold of his. And god did he not realise he needed that.

Together, you watched as the officiant began to read his lines, Ermes and Jolyne only having eyes for each other at this point.

They looked gorgeous and so so happy together and Jotaro was once again reminded of the Joestar family saying. Joestars only fell in love once in their life. And Jolyne had found her single love.

As the ceremony progressed, the entire church was dead silent, solely focused on the couple while the sun continued to shine perfectly down through the windows, bathing them in a multitude of colours.

And then, it came time for that dreaded part of the ceremony as the officiant called out. “Is there anyone who objects to this union?”

Turning around, Jotaro glared at the man sitting two rows back from him, but before either could do anything, a snap came from behind the raven, followed quickly by a kiss sound coming from around Anasui. He opened his mouth to protest and both you and Jotaro watched how there were two tongues in his mouth, only to snap together as Ermes’ signature Stand sticker disappeared.

Immediately, Weather Report shoved a handkerchief towards the man so he could hide his grunt of pain, as well as the blood.

For, with his tongue shredded, Anasui couldn’t speak a single word.

“Very well. The rings, if you’d please.” The officiant asked and carefully, Emporio stood up from his seat beside you, walking over to the two where he presented the rings.

With a smile, Jolyne took one first, slowly sliding it onto Ermes’ hand while repeating the phrase the officiant read aloud. Shortly after, Ermes did the same, Emporio walking back over to his seat.

Watching it together, Jotaro held your hand tighter and tighter, watching as Ermes now reached up, lifting Jolyne’s veil.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Reaching out, Jolyne grabbed Ermes by the hips before twisting her into a dip and kissing her deep as instantly, applause and cheering roared out through the church.

Your smile was as wide as the Chesire cat’s as you stood up like many as you watched the scene.

And as you looked over at Jotaro, his eyes were misty as he watched, clapping as he stood beside you, seeing Jolyne pull Ermes back to her feet, the two of them smiling sweetly at each other before sharing another, more tender kiss.

With that, the two of them began to ran down the aisle together, rushing out the doors and as you watched, Jotaro’s arm slid around your waist as he pulled you in tight, not having his hat to be able to hide his emotions.

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𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐭. 𝟑

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ˚⁎⁺˳ .

This story takes place after Jason's death (warning: not 100% Comic accurate)

Pairings: Dick Grayson/Nightwing x (fem!Reader), Slight Jason Todd/Red hood x (fem!Reader)

Genre: Action, Angst, Revenge, Violence, DC

Warnings: Comic Spoilers!, Explicit content, Child abuse, swearing, torture, mental health, weapons

Word count: 3855

The room is quiet, too quiet for the intensity of the sparring session that had been going on for what seemed like hours. Sweat beads on her forehead, dripping down her face, her movements become sloppy. She is exhausted, physically and emotionally drained, but she does not stop. She cannot stop. Not yet.

Jason's strikes are relentless, but controlled. He does not give her any space to breathe, forcing her to respond, forcing her to push through the pain, the exhaustion.

It's nothing like Ra's training, nothing like the harsh, brutal sessions under her grandfather's command. Yet, as Jason's fist connects with her side, the pain is sharp, shaking her, and her mind flashes back.

Her grandfather's voice echoes in her ears, harsh and demanding. "Behave, or you will never survive this world"

Suddenly, it is like she is no longer in the present. She is back there, back in the cold, dim-lit training chambers under Ra's al Ghul's eye, pinned against the stone floor with his hands forcing her to stay down, her body aching from countless hours of torture disguised as training. "You will learn to endure. You will learn to obey." Ra's voice echoes in her mind. "Obey."

Her breathing quickens. Jason's figure blurs before her eyes, moving into her grandfather's form, his dark eyes cold with that same ruthless command. He is there again, towering over her, forcing her to submit, telling her that her pain meant nothing, that her will did not matter. "You will learn to follow orders, or you will be destroyed."

No.

She shakes her head, trying to snap out of it. But the more she fights it, the more the memories hold her down, suffocating her.

"Behave."

The words drill into her head like a hammer against an anvil.

Suddenly, the world around her blurs, becoming distant, distorted, and then- snap.

A primal surge erupts from deep within her chest, her hands trembling violently as she moves. Anger. Fear. Pain. They mix, boiling up in a violent wave, and in that instant, the dagger forms in her hand. It is an instinct she did not even know she had, a violent force she had not learned to control, and she does not think, does not hesitate. She throws it.

The blade cuts through the air in a blur of black, shimmering in the dim light of the room. Jason sees it coming too late, his body reacting out of reflex. He jerks to the side, barely avoiding the deadly strike, but the dagger slices across his hand, blood spilling from the wound.

He stumbles back, looking down at the cut that is quickly staining his gloves and then back at her. His face is frozen in a mixture of disbelief and shock, but more than that, there is something else- concern.

"Jesus, what the hell, Y/n?"

She does not hear him. She cannot hear anything anymore. She is barely aware of her surroundings, only aware of what just happened. What she just did.

The cold weight of the dagger still lingers in her hand, and she drops it. The cold, unfamiliar feeling of control lost rattles her to her core.

Her body trembles violently as she stares at the floor in front of her, the air around her thick with the silence that follows the chaos. What the hell is wrong with me?

Jason takes a cautious step forward, his eyes flickering between the dagger and her. He does not rush to attack, does not yell. Instead, his movements are slow, deliberate, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer, gentler, but still edged with an undertone of concern.

"Y/n..." he starts, his voice trembling a little with the same unspoken tension that is settling in her chest. "You didn't-"

But she cannot hear him. She cannot hear anything except her own mind, screaming at her.

Her body goes limp. I did this. She did this. She is no better than the monsters who turned her into this. The power she never asked for. The power that came to life in the middle of her panic, of her brokenness.

Her mind swirls with guilt, self-hatred, and confusion. I'm just like them.

Tears burn in her eyes as she collapses to her knees, her hands clutching her chest. "I'm a monster... I'm a monster..." Her sobs are ragged, uncontrollable, and she feels as though her entire body is trembling, the weight of everything coming crashing down on her at once.

She hears Jason's footsteps as he approaches, but she does not look up. Does not want to see his face. Does not want to face the truth. Does not want to know what he thinks of her.

Jason kneels beside her. She can feel his presence next to her, but she does not acknowledge it at first. Not until he places a hand on her shoulder, a gentle touch that feels like a lifeline in the storm inside her.

"Hey." His voice is quieter now, softer. "You're not a monster. You're not. What happened wasn't your fault."

The words are there, but they feel hollow, meaningless. Of course it's my fault. I just- Her thoughts break off as she looks up at him, eyes blurred with tears. His hand still rests on her shoulder, warm and steady, and his voice is not angry, is not accusing her. It is calm. It is... almost soothing.

Jason looks at her, his expression serious but not harsh. "You didn't mean to hurt me. You were just-" He cuts himself off and looks down at his hand, the blood still dripping steadily. His gaze lifts back to her, not in anger, but in something else- something like understanding.

"I've been there," he says softly. "Hell, I've been a weapon, too. I know what it feels like to be pushed, broken down until you don't know who you are anymore. You're not a monster. You're just... trying to survive."

His words settle into her chest, but the storm still rages. Her body still shakes, still shudders with the weight of what she is just done. She clutches her hands together, digging her nails into her skin to feel anything other than this overwhelming guilt.

"I don't know what's happening to me," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'm scared, Jason. I don't know how to stop."

The words come out in a broken, uneven rush, and she feels her chest constrict as the weight of everything crushes her from all sides. She feels small, like a child again, like the girl who used to hide under her blankets, praying for the nightmares to stop.

Jason does not flinch. He does not pull away. Instead, he pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her in a way that is surprising- gentle, steady. He is there, a solid anchor in the storm she is drowning in.

"Hey," he murmurs softly. "I've been there, okay? I know what it's like to feel lost, to feel like you're broken beyond repair. But you're not alone in this. You've got me. And I know you think that's not enough, but trust me, it is. You don't have to go through this alone. Not anymore."

The warmth of his embrace is like a lifeline she did not even know she needed. And for the first time in a long time, she feels safe. For the first time in a long time, she lets herself fall into the comfort of someone who does not want to fix her. Someone who does not want to make her a weapon.

Jason holds her as she lets go, her sobs shaking her entire body. She does not know how long they stay like that, the only sound the faint hum of the city in the distance and the quiet rasp of her breath. But in that moment, she does not care. For once, she does not feel like she has to be strong. For once, she is allowed to just feel.

And Jason lets her.

─────────────────────────────────── The sound of heavy, hurried footsteps echoed through the corridors, growing louder with each passing second. Y/n's trembling body was still pressed against Jason's chest, her sobs shaking her to the core.

Jason's hand gently rubbed her back, trying to calm her down, but the intensity of the moment was overwhelming. She could not escape the memory of what she had just done. The power-her power- had terrified her, and now all she could feel was guilt.

But then, the door to the training room slammed open with a violent force.

Ra's al Ghul stood in the doorway, his dark eyes locked onto Y/n, and his cold, calculating expression never faltered. His voice, when it came, was a sharp command that cut through the air.

"Y/n," he spat, his tone dripping with fury. "Get up."

Y/n froze. Her heart clenched in terror. She could not look at him- could not bear to face the man who had made her this way. The man who had shaped her into nothing more than a tool for his twisted goals.

Ra's al Ghul took in the scene before him, his gaze quickly flickering over the blood pooling around Jason's hand and the uncontrollable sobs wracking Y/n's body. But his anger only deepened. He did not care about her broken state. He did not care that she was crumbling.

"Now." His voice was low, dangerous.

Y/n flinched, her body tensing in Jason's arms. She wanted to run. She wanted to scream. But she could not. Not now. Not in front of him. Not when her grandfather's grip on her was already suffocating enough. She knew better than anyone that if she did not go now, Jason would suffer.

Jason's grip on her tightened as he saw the way she struggled with the idea of leaving. "Don't listen to him," Jason growled, his voice harsh but protective. He did not want to let her go, not now, not like this. He had already seen enough of her suffering. "Stay, we'll deal with this- together."

But Y/n's heart was sinking. She knew her grandfather. She knew what would happen if she did not comply. Ra's al Ghul did not give second chances.

With a deep, shuddering breath, she tried to push away from Jason's arms. Her hands shook as she stood unsteadily on her feet. Her vision blurred from the tears and the terror building in her chest. She had to do this.

Jason reached out to grab her arm, his touch soft yet insistent. "Y/n, no. Don't-"

"I have to," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes locking with his. "It's the only way. I can't let him hurt you, Jason. I won't let him hurt you because of me."

Her words hit him like a slap in the face. His grip tightened, but it was not to hold her back- it was to keep her close. "Don't make me do this," he snarled, his own voice cracking with frustration.

But it was too late.

Y/n pulled away from him with as much force as she could muster. Her body trembled from the emotional storm inside her, but her mind was sharp. She did not want to leave him. She couldn't leave him. But if she did not, there would be consequences. She could not put Jason in more danger. Not like this. Not because of her.

Ra's al Ghul's hand shot out like a snake, grabbing her wrist with a bone-crushing grip. Y/n winced as he yanked her towards him, the force of his pull almost knocking her off balance. She could hear Jason's angry shout, his frustration and fear echoing behind her.

"No!" Jason screamed, his voice raw. He tried to rush toward them, but Ra's al Ghul moved with terrifying speed, placing himself between Y/n and Jason.

"Step away," Ra's growled at Jason, his voice laced with malice. "This doesn't concern you. I'm dealing with my granddaughter. You, on the other hand-" He glared at Jason, his face twisted with cold disdain. "I will deal with you later."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, her stomach dropping as the words rang in her ears. She felt like a weight was being forced onto her chest. She wanted to scream, to fight, but her grandfather's iron grip on her arm made it impossible to move.

Jason's eyes were wide with fury, his body rigid as he stared at the two of them, unwilling to back down. "You're a monster," he spat at Ra's, his voice thick with venom.

Ra's did not even blink. His expression was unreadable, a mask of cold superiority as he dragged Y/n toward the door. She stumbled, her legs barely holding her up as he pulled her through the doorway, his fingers digging deeper into her skin.

"I said, step aside," Ra's snarled at Jason, not even giving him a second thought as he began to drag Y/n away.

Y/n did not look back. She could not. Her body felt numb, but her mind screamed in terror, telling her to break free, to fight back. But the cruel reality of her grandfather's hold on her was too much to bear. She felt a cold emptiness in her chest as he dragged her down the hall, her thoughts spinning out of control.

Jason's voice echoed behind her, his last attempt to reach her. "Y/n, don't let him—!"

But it was too late.

The door slammed shut behind her as Ra's al Ghul threw it open, his grip tightening on her arm, dragging her toward the depths of the mansion. His voice was cold and final, as if nothing could break his will.

"You've disobeyed me," he murmured, his words a deadly whisper. "You will learn the consequences of disobedience."

Y/n's heart thudded painfully in her chest. She was too weak to fight. Too broken. But she had to keep going. She had to keep fighting for Jason's sake.

She had to survive.

But as her grandfather's cold laughter echoed in the hallway, she could not shake the feeling that everything was slipping away. And Jason? He was left behind, a fading voice in the distance. She had no choice.

Y/n stumbled as her grandfather dragged her from the training room. The sound of Jason's voice faded behind her, a mix of anger, confusion, and pain that cut through her heart like a dagger. His blood was on her hands, but the weight of it was nothing compared to the crushing guilt and fear she felt as Ra's al Ghul pulled her away.

"Grandfather, please," she gasped, trying to pull free. But Ra's' grip was powerful. His hand on her arm felt like it would snap her bones if she did not comply. She could not see Jason anymore, could not hear him, but she could still feel the weight of his pain.

He had fought for her, for something between them. Yet, in that moment, she had betrayed him, not by choice but by the rage and control her grandfather had always instilled in her.

With one final, forceful tug, Ra's yanked her into her room and shoved her inside. He did not say anything more- just locked the door behind her, leaving her to drown in her thoughts. The room was suffocating, her chest tight with the crushing weight of everything that had just transpired.

Y/n collapsed on the bed, her hands trembling as she ran them through her hair, trying to steady herself. Jason's blood stained her hands, her arms, her very soul. It was her fault. All of it. She had let the darkness consume her, and now there was no way back.

She tried to think, tried to focus on a way out. But there was none. She was trapped in this gilded cage, with nothing but guilt and despair to keep her company. The pounding against the door did not stop- her desperate fists slamming into the wood, shouting for someone to let her out. But no one came.

Meanwhile, back in the training room, Jason was still struggling to regain his bearings. The pain in his hand had dulled, but the ache in his chest- where his heart used to beat was more consuming than any physical injury. Ra's had taken Y/n. He had dragged her away, like she was just some possession, and Jason was not going to stand for it.

Ra's' words haunted him. "She's mine," the man had said. And Jason had known deep down that he had no place in Ra's world. But he could not- he would not- just let Y/n be controlled by him any longer.

With his bloodied hand still clutching a nearby weapon, Jason stalked out of the room, his eyes full of fury. He needed to confront Ra's. The man had to understand that Y/n was not his property. He would fight for her, even if it killed him.

Jason found Ra's al Ghul standing in the large, quiet hallway, his back turned, staring at some distant point down the corridor. The moment Jason's steps echoed through the stone, Ra's did not flinch. He did not even look back.

"Do you know what you've done?" Ra's' voice was cold, carrying an edge of disappointment, like a father scolding a misbehaving child.

Jason stopped a few feet behind him, his fists clenched, his breath heavy. "You think I'm the one who's messed up here? You've taken everything from me. From her."

Ra's al Ghul turned slowly, finally locking eyes with Jason. His expression was unreadable, like stone. "She doesn't belong to you. She never has." His voice was like ice, cutting through the air. "She is mine. My creation. My heir."

Jason's jaw clenched, the anger rising up inside him like a storm. "She's not your possession," he spat, his voice thick with frustration. "She's a person, not some weapon you can control."

Ra's al Ghul let out a low, humourless laugh, the sound chilling in the silence between them. "You think she's better off with you, a broken boy in a mask? A shadow of what Bruce Wayne failed to save?" He stepped forward, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "You should be grateful that I gave you a second chance at life. But it seems you're too blind to see that I gave you that gift, only for you to squander it on her."

Jason's blood ran cold. Ra's had just mentioned Bruce Wayne, the name that always triggered something deep inside him- something raw, something painful. Bruce had been his saviour, his mentor, but he had also abandoned him.

Ra's noticed the shift in Jason's expression. His lips curled into a smile, knowing he had struck a nerve. "You're just like him, aren't you?" Ra's continued, his voice taunting. "Bruce's broken little Robin. His failure. The boy he didn't know how to save."

Jason's breath hitched. The words Robin and failure echoed in his mind like a bang. They made the rage inside him surge again, stronger than ever.

"Don't you dare bring Bruce into this," Jason hissed, stepping closer, his voice full of venom. "I'm not his failure. I'm not anyone's failure."

Ra's took a slow step forward, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Oh, but you are," he murmured, as if savouring every word. "Just like Bruce, you were meant to be his partner. His tool. His protector. But you couldn't handle it, could you? That's why you failed him. That's why you ended up dead."

The words cut deeper than anything Jason had ever felt. The pain of being discarded by Bruce, of being cast aside, flooded his mind, and his anger flared. He was done being the boy who lived in Bruce's shadow, done being the Robin who was not good enough.

With a shout, Jason launched himself at Ra's, his fists flying. The older man blocked the first strike, his movements fluid and precise, but Jason's fury made him unpredictable. Every punch he threw came from years of pain and abandonment, from the grief of losing his family- first to crime, then to betrayal.

Ra's fought back with his usual poise, his calm demeanour never faltering. His strikes were sharp, and he moved with the deadly elegance of someone who had fought for centuries. But Jason was faster now, driven by sheer determination and rage.

Jason's mind was in overdrive, his body almost moving without thought. He was fighting for Y/n, fighting for himself, and for everything he had lost. But most of all, he was fighting for control over his own fate.

Ra's managed to sidestep another of Jason's wild blows, but Jason was already on him, landing a heavy strike to his ribs that sent the older man stumbling back. Ra's steadied himself, but Jason pressed forward. The blows came faster, harder, each one hitting with the weight of a lifetime of suffering.

"You think you can stand in my way?" Ra's sneered, launching a punch toward Jason's face.

"You're nothing but a broken toy. I taught Bruce everything he knows. He was my finest student, and yet, you think you can compare to him?"

The mention of Bruce's name, the reminder of the rejection he had felt, almost drove Jason mad with rage. His heart pounded, and without thinking, he shoved Ra's back, using his weight to slam the man against the stone wall.

"Bruce was never my father!" Jason yelled, his voice ragged. "And you're not my damn master!"

With one final surge of strength, Jason sent a fist into Ra's' stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Ra's staggered back, eyes narrowing with growing frustration.

"You will be my downfall," Ra's hissed, but Jason was not listening anymore.

Jason surged forward again, using every ounce of his pain and anger to fuel the final blow. His fist landed with a sickening crack against Ra's' throat, the sound echoing through the room.

Ra's gasped, his hands flying to his throat, his eyes wide with disbelief. His body crumpled to the floor, but Jason did not stop. The weight of everything- the years of pain, of being abandoned, of being used- drove him to finish it.

"I'm not like Bruce," Jason said again, his voice cold, filled with finality. "He won't kill. But I will."

He drove his knee into Ra's chest, pinning him to the ground, his breath ragged.

The older man's body stilled beneath him, his eyes glazing over. Jason stood over him, his chest heaving, his body covered in sweat and blood. He had done it. He had killed Ra's al Ghul.

Jason stood over Ra's body, breathing hard, the room thick with the weight of what he had just done. The air was thick with sweat and blood. He had won, but it did not feel like victory. It felt hollow, empty.

In his heart, Jason knew there would be no going back. He had killed Ra's al Ghul, the man who had controlled Y/n's life for so long, and the man who had once been his mentor's greatest adversary. Jason had crossed a line, a line that Batman never would have crossed. But in that moment, it had felt necessary.

He had done it to protect Y/n and his own codex. He had done it to make sure she never became a tool of Ra's, a weapon of his creation.

But now, with Ra's dead, Jason knew the real battle was just beginning. Y/n was still out there, and he had to find her. Had to make sure she was safe.

And when he did, they would finally be free. Together.

Part 4

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