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abbynx · 1 year ago

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Dio's Doll II

Yandere DIO X Vampire Reader

Genre: Just a filler chapter covering JJBA Part 2, so no DIO yet.

Warning: Grieving, deaths, existential angst

Part I

A/N: The extent of Dio's damage not only to your life, but your loved ones as well.

- Devastated was an understatement upon the news following after Jonathan and Erina's departure. It took Straits and his apprentices to hold you back and Speedwagon to ease you from looking for Erina yourself, damning your own life in search for the woman even in sunlight.

If you'd have known there were ways in which that damned creature would have lived, you wouldn't have moped and mourn the loss of your mortal life and instead focused on hunting him down, Jonathan and Erina wouldn't have to face Dio again.

"Erina!"

You ran to hold her in your arms upon spotting her from a distance. For a moment she jumps, but soon found herself melting in your arms, letting herself to be held after a long, tumultuous moments of her life and she held on tight, Letting her face against your chest and letting out silent tears. Soon, she was freely sobbing on your chest, clutching the fabric of your shirt.

"It's okay... Let it all out." You run your hand against her back.

- Your vampiric abilities, you've never deliberately made use of them. Not the ice breath, nor the laser in your eyes. As for your speed and strength, it is something you unintentionally use every damn time, but over time, you made sure to always be careful around everything you interacted with. Because of this, the Tibetan monks who practiced Hamom never considered you a threat... But you senses a certain Straizo's gaze looming over you. Unsettling, but you simply brushed it aside.

- You stood as another parental figure when Erina and Jonathan's child was born, even occasionally visiting the child Erina had saved from the shipwreck. Even at a young age, Elizabeth found herself at awe with you. You took babysitting duties when Erina was busy throughout the day as a teacher, while you take in the children to your room that was draped with black curtains as to not let in a ray of sunlight.

Sometimes you find yourself in a daze whenever you lay eyes on George II, as you started to see more and more of Jonathan in his son's visage as he grew. Eventually you'd snap from your gaze before resuming to whatever task you were tending to.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" George places his small hands on either sides of your cheeks when you started to daze off while staring at him. It was a sweet little habit of his, as his mother would do the same to him as a sign of affection and/or concern.

"I'm fine, George. It's just..." A look into his eyes, the eyes like his father's, as they glimmer under the candlelight with an innocence so precious and familiar. "I'm sleepy." You lied, giving him a closed-eyed smile. It wasn't a complete fabrication, you haven't had the chance to sleep.

"You can sleep. It's all dark in your room anyways, it always feels like it's night."

Unlike other children, George has become accustomed to the dark. There are no monsters hiding in the corners of the room, there was only his lovely god parent, Y/N. And Y/N is sweet, kind and sneaks him candies when mother isn't looking.

- Maybe it was Jonathan's semblance you were seeing in George that made you close to him, but you were close to the young Joestar nonetheless. At some point in his life he realised how you look so... Unchanging beside his mother and uncle Speedwagon, looking as he remembers you in his childhood. That's when he had the talk about your being and everything started to make sense to him. How your room was draped with dark curtains, how you roam the night and sleep at day, your sharp teeth, your impressive strength and speed... And yet he never treated you any differently.

You knew, at some point this day was coming and you prepared yourself for it. You know how some people could not handle the thought of a night crawler, blood-sucking monster within his proximity. You were ready to leave him be if he sees it fit... But like his father, his views of you were unchanged.

"You don't... See me as anything else? You're not scared?"

"Why would I be scared of you? You're Y/N. Just sweet, kind Y/N watched over me at night."

- Your life has been catered to by Speedwagon and his newfound wealth, which he uses to help you. Supplying you your meals and such, and by the next few years, you need a new identity to take on. He has already crafted an identity for you as to not make a rise of suspicion among others. Not only that, he has been funding developers to invent certain devices for you to use and finally be kissed by the sun.

"Oh Robert you don't have to—"

"Nonsense, Doctor Y/N. I promised Jonathan to take care of you and Erina, hell, the rest of your bloodline. I owe that to him." His hands held yours within it, the warmth of his care seeping in your skin, which you couldn't help but to feel it heating your cold, dead hands.

"You're a good man, Robert. A friend like no other. Jonathan was very lucky to have found you."

- There wasn't a moment where Dio would not cross your mind. He'd be adrift in your thoughts, your dreams... How he would return and further torture you in your deathless life. Something Erina would make the conscious effort to quell you of these demons and hold you as long as you need to, talk idly about the years of what felt like fleeting moments to you. Talks of her day, reminiscing of the past, from your childhood with Jonathan, to Erina's relationship with him. Sharing the solidarity of cursing Dio's name for ruining your relationships with Jonathan.

"He's in hell. Sunken at the very bottom."

"With all he's done, I agree Erina."

- At the age of Enlightenment, the flourishing of humanity, you find yourself studying the new discoveries and let go of the updated practices you've learned back when you were a doctor. Though you were out of practice for a long time now, you always tried to update your studies in medicine. Though you were out of practice, you were always happy to help with whatever injuries anyone in your tight circle of friend have. George always anticipated to get hurt in one way of another, and so he was always on your table as you patch him up despite how minor those injuries were.

- Life is nice, years breezed by like mere seconds in your eyes and before you knew it, everyone around you were aging while you barely changed but they treat you all the same. At your worse days, your thoughts would drift at the inevitability of your loved ones end, seeing how they already age throughout the years, while it does not feel long in your perspective. It was a thought always at the back of your mind, rearing its ugly head occasionally to remind you everyone you will ever come to know and love will slip through your fingers and taken by time.

And at those days, Erina was always by your side, like she had always been.

"I cannot imagine how dreadful it must feel the way you do, I am so sorry... But know that no matter what, I will always be by your side for the rest of you days and know that I cherish every moment with you."

- George became a pilot during the war, married to Elizabeth. George was a thoughtful man Erina raised him to be and with his fondness of you, he organised his wedding to occur at night time just so you too can bear witness to Erina and Jonathan's boy marry the love of his life. He wanted you like you have always been, an important part of his life.

Shortly after that, or what seems like it in your perspective, George introduced you to his baby boy Joseph. You were immediately enchanted to Joseph just as you were to George, you swore the same oath to protect the baby boy from harm.

"He looks like George... And his father..." Erina gently coos, holding the baby against her chest with a soft smile. Her curled finger nudging the baby's chin, before moving the coot just slightly to reveal the entirety of his face and giggled when the bundle whimpers. "Don't you think so?" Erina glances at you through her glasses.

"He does..." You had a hearty smile whilst wrapping an arm around Erina before using a curled finger to trace Joseph's forehead. "Hello Joseph."

Elizabeth can only smile at the sight of her mother-in-law and you smile like this for once. All her life, she had always sensed a certain gloom within your spirits, weighing heavily on your body, burdening your minds. This might just be the first time she had seen you in light spirits and she hoped for it to last.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

- The way your whole world collapsed from the news of George's death, how it was caused by a monster of your own kind and Elizabeth's revenge resulting to an exile. Everything was going well, for the first time you felt as though your past will no longer catch up to you, you trusted George can handle himself but it was a creature whom you are associated with— you could have saved him. You could have saved him but you weren't there. Elizabeth had to finish the job resulting for her to flee the country, when you could have done that yourself. You should have done something but you didn't.

In the middle of the tumultuous moment, this time, your own thoughts did not strangle you. Your first priority was Erina.

"Erina... I am so sorry..."

She was no longer the young woman she had been when Jonathan died to protect her, but a woman damaged with grief but strengthened by the knowledge that Jonathan would have wanted her to live on, kindness still in her heart. She appreciate every single gesture you so willingly provide her, from your words to action, you always knew what to say to soothe her woes.

She held you close, tears staining your chest. You run your fingers through her hair, whilst the other stroked her back.

- And so you raised Joseph with Erina once again, with Robert occasionally dropping by to spoil the boy. Joseph had always been so fond of you, as you were less strict compared to Erina and because of that, the mischievous boy always hid behind you whenever he would get in trouble.

"Hi Y/N!" He greets as wraps his arms around your waist, tactically turning you to use your back as a shield.

"What is it now, JoJo?" You sighed. "What have you done?"

"Nothing, nothing is wrong."

You glared at the cheeky boy.

"I know what you're gonna say—"

"I swear if you're hiding from Erina again I am taking your comics away."

Glancing at him with wide eyes, you began to think how he did it, while he can only give you a gummy grin.

- Joseph is sweet and thoughtful in his own way, unaware of your being as supernatural yet, was confused of your living habits, questioned and judged you for it, but followed nonetheless. For example, when daylight would come, he would immediately close the curtains just so you can tread the house if you wanted to. He never thought you'd be a vampire, he just thought you were weird.

"How come you can't come into the light?" He asks, as he cautiously open the dark velvet curtains by a crack, to see whether the sun had completely set before fully pulling them back.

"I might burn." You flatly answer, as all day he has been tugging on you clothes while you do chores in the house with him tailing behind you with myriads of questions in his mind.

"So you're not allowed at all?"

"Correct, JoJo."

Joseph is a smart boy, cheeky little scamp with a tongue so slivery and silver knows just how he can escape any situation. All day, he had been questioning you and your entire being and you answered them as frank as you can. Perhaps now he has figured out--

"Aha! I've got it!" He shouts with convinction, before pointing at you. "You're allergic to sunlight! Hence why you look as though you've never aged a day, you remain unchanged due to the fact you never see the light of day and absorb rays!"

Your expression dropped.

"Actually--"

"Do no tell me, I know I'm right!"

... having been dealing with his shenanigans, you simply gave up with a sigh. It's been a long day.

- When Speedwagon summoned you, Erina and Joseph from England to New York, you wasted no time to go there, as it must have been urgent. Aside from that, you have also wanted to see your dear friend for a long time now and perhaps look around America for awhile.

Joseph being Joseph, has already caused mayhem left and right once he arrived, but he has also managed to meet a new friend who joined you and Erina to dinner. His friend Smokey was a touch distant when it came to you, perhaps sensing the monster within you. Erina also senses this and comforted you, holding your hand under the table.

Of course, as much you don't like it when Joseph has the tendancy to cause chaos in public, but there are a few occurrences where you supported him. Back in your day, you weren't allowed to fight back against those who stomped on you. And hell, you were not about to make Joseph experience the same thing.

- When the news suddenly came to you of Robert's death, your initial response was to hold Erina and escort her home. It was good you did, Straizo had apparently succumb to the desire to have the same curse you bear and began to cause chaos in New York where Joseph was able to stop it. The youth, the power, Straizo claimed that you do not see the true beauty of Dio's gift. Then Straizo dropped the news that Speedwagon is alive and that there were other threats for Joseph to defeat before he allows himself to die by sunlight. It came to you that beings of divine-origin had been set free after centuries of slumber, these were beings that consume your kind Hamon is known to possibly eliminate these creatures.

All in all the events of part 2 constantly had you on the edge of your seat regarding Joseph's safety, you know how the boy tends to be. With Joseph rescuing Speedwagon from the Germans and being able to survive a pillar man, meeting with a Zeppelli, encountering more pillar men and promising them a battle, unknowingly reuniting with his mother, great stone of Aja, training Hamon, losing his Zepelli friend, the awaited duel with the pillar man, defeating the final pillar man after it had transformed to an ultimate being, presuming he is dead, holding a funeral for him, turns out he's alive and married... Tumultuous, to say the least.

It wasn't until it was over were you able to rest your weary heart. Through it all, you were beside Erina and Robert.

- With Joseph's marriage with Suzie, whom you have welcomed warmly into the family, had brought another member of the Joestars. A lovely little girl they named Holly, Erina and Jonathan's great granddaughter where you were always happy to greet upon her introduction.

"Oh Joseph she is beautiful, she looks like her mother," Erina holds the precious Holly in her arms. "Hello little Holly..."

- Having been inspired by Kars' ability to stand under the sun, he got to work with funding his company to scour sources in order to grant you the same ability. A stone mask with an artificial recreation of the Stone of Aja. It is not as powerful as the original, as its sole goal was to grant you immunity against the sunlight. Robert wanted nothing more for you to finally step out of the shadows and see the light once again.

At first you were nervous, waiting for the sun to rise where Erina was nothing but supportive as she held your hand in hers with Robert holding the other. You can only close your eyes once the clock strikes and dawn falls upon the residence. You can feel the warmth on your skin and you feared what once you open your eyes, you would see your skin catching on fire. A shuddering gasp from Erina and Robert had made you open your eyes to see them with tears brimming their eyes, her figure basked in daylight. Looking down, you see sun rays touching your skin again, a tear rolling from your eye. Erina and Robert embrace you out of joy, thanking.

Before you can wrap your arms around them you feel Joseph engulfing all three of you in his arms, even lifting you out of joy. As Elizabeth approached to see the scene up close, she was pulled in by Joseph.

- The day would come where you would lose the friends you love is inevitable and would sting the most.

Erina Joestar ate age 81 in 1950. You have only met him when you had to take care of your dear Jonathan after his first fight with Dio and you were fast friends through your mutual care of Jonathan. Since then you have been close, having been there for each other when one needs comfort and a shoulder to cry on, and to help each other in general. Always so kind and gentle, yet so fierce and strong that she is able to power through all the tragedies life has thrown at her direction.

Had given nothing but love to everyone around her; George, Elizabeth, Joseph, Robert, you. She stood as a mother figure to her students and had loved them like she would her own children. She died surrounded by loved ones and knowing that she had achieved all her goals in life without succumbing into the deep tragedy Dio had caused her. You were happy Jonathan had married her. You were glad to have met her.

Robert at age 89 in 1952. He was a dear friend, often offering the shirt off his back. There was no greater honour than being generous and kind that despite his rough upbringing, he manage to change for the better and help those who come from the rough parts he used to reside in, he never wanted the youths to grow up in such environments and fight to survive. He wanted to provide them education, opportunities for a bright future, a better upbringing. Heroic until the very end of time, as he will continue to help families even in his death.

He died surrounded by loved ones. His friends, family, and the families of those he had helped. You were glad Jonathan had a friend like him. You were glad to have met Robert.

- True to his word, the Speedwagon foundation have always been there for you. The one who had inherited the company was one of the scholars from the slum Robert had saved from the life of crime now runs the foundation and in his fierce loyalty to Speedwagon, in in turn, loyal to you. Fulfilling Robert's wish, you were provided the necessities from your blood bags, travel funds, but most importantly, a new identity.

You use your new identity to become a doctor once again, assisting the Speedwagon foundation in every medical endeavour, your very first work as a doctor under a new name providing help with the charity work to distribute needed vaccinations to in need, giving back to the Speedwagon foundation as much as you can buy helping them fulfill what Robert had intended to do even in death, to help others in need.

#x reader #dio brando x reader #vampire reader #jojos bizzare adventure battle tendency #jojo's bizarre adventure #erina pendleton #erina joestar #robert eo speedwagon #speedwagon foundation #filler chapter

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aquietlifesblog · 2 years ago

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Hungry Eyes (Dio x F!Reader) 4/6

He’d met Lord Pendleton before—he’d come once to visit the Joestar estate. The man took one look at Dio and decided he wasn’t worth acknowledging.

Your features may have been darker, but you carried his face.

Dio Brando knows what it's like to be hungry, to reach for more in life. He can use your ambition to destroy the man who slighted him and discard you just as easily.

He never planned to like you.

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Note: Part of this story is directly taken from the JJBA Light Novel, 'Over Heaven.'

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Chapter 4: Erina's Interlude

Erina is old now, a few months past 81. Time took its toll on her features, and her body gave way to age. She lived an interesting life, a life filled with love, laughs, and paranormal tragedy. And yet, despite it all, she held very few regrets.

She wished she could have saved Jonathan, stopped George from running off to war, and shielded Joseph from the hardships he faced. Yet Joestar men had a propensity toward goodness, toward sacrifice, so she made peace with all those things. And while she could never truly make her peace with Dio, she made peace with the actions she took that night—her decision to save him.

It was dark, terribly dark. Thick plumes of smoke rose from the fire that engulfed the sinking ship. It was a terrible sound, the ship breaking and falling to pieces in the water, yet the light of that fire was a beacon in the darkness.

She opened the lid of the casket that sheltered her, eager for a breath of air. She kept herself low, away from the smoke that spread out overhead.

Elizabeth, she would go on to name the child, was crying, so she held the baby to her chest, turned her back to the roaring flames, and rocked her gently. Erina wished she had a bottle, something to soothe the child to sleep, but she had nothing but a song her nanny used to sing and her resolve to save the child. Her nanny had a beautiful voice, one much deeper than Erina's, but she sang the song anyway, sung louder than the fire's roar. Elizabeth cried and cried, but fell asleep after a while. So with shaking hands and tried eyes, Erina placed the baby on a bed of soft red pillows. She then shifted out her dress and slipped down into the black ocean. It was cold. Her bodice and petticoat grew heavy, weighed down by salt and water, but she kept true to her resolve.

There was a net floating in the distance. She noticed it as she sang and thought she could use it to catch some fish. She should have waited until morning, but she feared losing sight of it in the dark. Rubble from the boat floated aimlessly around her, bobbing up and down with the waves. Erina couldn't lose this opportunity. Those planks of wood and broken boxes helped her stay afloat as she kicked and paddled, fighting against the arc of the waves. Her teeth chattered. The icy water chilled her to the bone, but she kept moving. She had never been a strong swimmer; there was no reason for her to be. So when Erina finally made it, when she took the net into her hands and pulled against it roughly, she was out of breath and somewhat delirious.

But she saw something else there as well.

"Jonathan?" Her husband's body lay faced down in the water, his shirt singed, his collar bloody. "Jonathan!" She screamed and swam closer, trashing about till she made her way to him. He didn't respond, but she didn't expect him to. She waded through splintered crates and half-melted plastic, hoping she could reclaim the body. But what she discovered made her heart sink: Dio. She might have screamed, cried, or left him there to die. She might have begged God to take it all back and offered own her life in exchange for Jonathan's. She might have laid her head upon his chest and resolved to die alongside her husband for a second time. She might have held him till her strength gave way with the rising of the sun.

But she did none of those things. Though she was sickened at the sight of Dio's head crudely grafted onto her husband's body, Erina took hold of him. He was cold, rigid, and unmoving—but the body still pulsed with a strange form of life.

He was alive.

Careful to keep her grasp on the net, Erina Joestar used Jonathan's body as a flotation device, just as she did the wreckage. She kicked her feet and paddled toward the casket as fast as circumstances allowed.

Pulling herself inside was difficult enough, as she couldn't risk the casket turning over or tilting in a way that would harm the baby, she figured she could use Jonathan's body as leverage. She would climb on top of him and climb over the side more easily. Yet as she examined the casket, its polished finish and ornate design, she thought it was very strange. The bottom seemed far deeper than what the space above implied.

It was a casket made for two.

There was someone helping Dio, wasn't there? He had a loyal companion, did he not? Was it made for both to find refuge on this trip alone? Or was it meant to be used beyond the night?

Curious and hopeful, Erina clung to the side of the casket and moved her way around it. Slowly but surely, she searched for signs of a false bottom or something. What she found was a small latch, one that enabled the opening of a secret compartment, a shelf. Coming back to the other side, Erina took hold of Jonathan's body and pulled it along the casket. Though pushing him in was no easy feat, Erina managed to fit him inside despite her labored breaths and trembling hands. She then used the shelf as a stair to climb over the side of the casket and froze.

Elizabeth squirmed and cooed but continued sleeping soundly, wrapped in her blankets and Erina's own dress. Satisfied, the widow then took a moment to breathe, to rub her hands against the soft lining of the casket in a weak attempt to create some warmth.

The ship was more than halfway gone and soon there would be nothing but darkness. She had to say goodbye. So, after a moment, Erina peered over the side of the casket.

But before she pushed the shelf closed, before she laid her husband down to rest, she took one final look at Dio’s face. And for the first time, she thought he looked tranquil.

"Dio. Can you hear me, Dio?" He showed no signs of consciousness. "If I had been born poor, I may have done the same thing. I may have had the same ambitious heart and strayed from the path of humanity if given the chance to do so." She thought about her sister then, thought about you and your cold hands, sharp fingernails, and the way your eyes seemed so clear to her even in the darkness. She realized then what it was you had become; you were the same sort of being as Dio, a creature of the night.

Sometime after her Mother's funeral, Erina learned the latest gossip. She heard you'd been seen with Dio once or twice. Most assumed he was acting the part of a gentleman by showing kindness to a humble maid. But Erina wasn't sure that was the case. She intended to warn you of his early evils, to ask you to keep your distance for your own sake. She knew the way noblemen viewed housemaids, as easy women to lord their power over, and she didn't want your heart broken or reputation sullied. But he managed to impress everyone around him, and common rumors claimed he'd grown into a fine, upstanding gentleman. And, perhaps even more important, she heard he and Jonathan were friends.

She'd been gone for over seven years at that point. It would be wrong to judge him unfairly. And it wasn't until later that she learned of his obsession with image, that he wanted to climb higher and stand alone on top of the world.

He never could have taken you as his wife, not as the maid you were. Is that why he shared his power with you? To make you something of an equal? Were you meant to be the second occupant of the coffin? Was it love that led him to do this? Or was her thinking too romantic?

Yet, when she saw you that night, it was hard not to think you'd been swept off your feet.

You were dressed so finely, almost like a queen. Your red dress was perfectly fitted and your jewelry sparkled in the dark. She assumed you found a wealthy husband, that you returned to the Pendleton estate to reveal your triumph or contemplate your humble beginnings. But if you were the same as Dio, were you there to kill her instead? And if so, why didn't you?

Erina looked down at Dio with a sigh. He was in no position to answer.

"Jonathan's body belongs to you. Now, you truly are a member of the Joestar family. Please let their noble spirits guide you." She touched his neck, the ugly scar his actions left behind. "Please rest with my husband at the bottom of the ocean. Sleep soundly. I don't know if it will be in five or fifty or five hundred years; but someday, please give up your evil ways and become a good person." And if you still lived, if you found a way to live in peace with the rest of the world, if you took no actions that would draw the attention of the monks, perhaps Dio would find you when he woke. Perhaps the world would be better. Perhaps you would find happiness together.

Erina pulled the shelf shut, laying Jonathan and Dio to rest.

And when a rescue boat came a few days later, she asked the fishermen to weigh down the casket; she watched it sink.

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It was the right thing to do, she always reasoned. Dio wasn't born evil—so he was capable of change. She hoped he would make the choice to do so, someday.

She never told Robert, Straizo, or the other monks. She never told George, Elizabeth, or Joseph. 'But it's time to tell the truth to someone,' she thought, meeting your gaze from across the room. The wind rattled the trees outside and shook the window violently. There was a terrible draft, but you stood undisturbed by the window, eyes glowing in the dark. You wore your pendant on a chain around your neck and dressed fashionably in red.

"You've returned," Erina smiled. "I always hoped you would."

You didn't move. You didn't speak. She shifted slowly, turning to gaze up at the ceiling. Was she dreaming? Were you truly there? Or were you a ghost, a specter haunting her final days?

"...I should tell you about Dio, shouldn't I?" she continued, her voice thin and raspy with the weight of age. "He rests at the bottom of the Atlantic, placed in a coffin of his own making. I made sure of that."

Again, you said nothing, and it was quiet for a long time. She turned her head to see you, but you were gone. Your body vanished, but Erina could feel you watching.

"I understand what you thought you needed to do. I only wish things turned out differently," she rambled, eyes growing heavy with sleep. "If things were different, if we were born in an era where the trappings of status and nobility no longer mattered, or if father claimed you as his daughter… could we have been true sisters?" She always felt she never did enough, never tried hard enough to find you.

It was quiet still, and the light of the moon shone brightly through the window.

Perhaps it was just her imagination; perhaps you were never truly there. It wouldn't be unheard of, the mind conjuring images of those who could absolve you of guilt. She shut her eyes, ready to embrace the soft lull of sleep.

"...rest now, Erina." Your voice spoke above her head. "Summon those who love you in the morning," the cold press of your hand felt heavy on her forehead. "...go easy into the next world knowing my grudge was never with you. I hold no grievance toward the family you made… find peace in that."

That was the last she would ever see of you, and it was enough. Even if it was just a dream, even if you were only a vision, she found peace with you.

And thus, Erina Pendleton passed away at the age of 81, surrounded by the friends and family who loved her.

And you, her sister, the last of the Pendletons weren't far away. You leaned against the aging stone of your family's estate, a red umbrella shielding you from the evening rain.

Yes, your grudge was never with Erina, so you felt nothing for the family she left behind. You would make no move to harm or help them lest they interfered in your quiet life.

So, when news broke of a casket being found at sea 33 years later, you felt no need to warn them of the danger ahead.

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#erina pendleton #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #dio x reader #dio brando x reader #phantom blood

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jojo-reader-hell · 4 years ago

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Good Morning Gals and Gays it’s Time for a Gay Moment™️

Let’s cut the crap. All her life she’s been treated like she’s supposed to suck up her feelings and be strong. The last thing Lisa Lisa needs is to be referred to like she’s a dominatrix.

When she tells you her real name, she nearly melts into a puddle of soft when you call her your “Lizzie” and make those adorable cooing sounds at her. Secretly Lisa Lisa likes to be submissive and taken care of.

If you’re feeling silly, sometimes you’ll call her “Lizard” and she will stick her tongue out at you in a very... interesting way. 😛

#jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure battle tendency #jjba battle tendency #jjba #jjba x reader #lisa lisa x reader #elizabeth joestar #lisa lisa jojo #lisa lisa #elizabeth joestar x reader #wlw #let’s make it gay #jjba headcanon #jjba headcanons #jjba hc

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twinkling-writings · 4 years ago

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Can we have some Lisa Lisa s/o with ADD and ADHD? Or anxiety please

(Of course, you can! Be mindful I can’t write Lisa Lisa well though. ~ Mun Johnny)

💄Lisa Lisa with an S/O who has ADHD/Anxiety💄

- Lisa Lisa would definitely catch signs from early on. From seeing how forgetful you are to your wall-staring habits. - One time she was talking to you, Caesar, and Joseph about Hamon and saw you staring off into the distance. Bouncing your leg as well as you were all seated. She snapped her fingers to get your attention. - When she noticed you flinch and bite your lip, she immediately recoiled and sighed. Asking if you'd like her to repeat what she said. - You hesitantly said yes and she gladly did so. Smiling at you while she did. - “Don’t feel bad my darling, not everyone can be perfect.” - Lisa Lisa would be very patient with you, she even gave you her scarf for you to use as a stim-toy. - Overall she has major mom vibes and is very caring and patient. She’s also pretty overprotective of you as well.

#Headcanons #Lisa Lisa x Reader #Elizabeth Joestar x Reader #Lisa Lisa #Elizabeth Joestar #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JoJo Battle Tendency #JoJo Part 2 #JJBA Part 2

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axther · 4 years ago

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for my queen - a love letter

A Lisa Lisa drabble for @meilc

sometimes, things are better said on paper.

Life was not kind to Elizabeth Joestar.

In ways, it bent her to her limit. Between George Joestar the Second dying, being on the run, being forced to leave her son behind, taking in the violent italian Caesar Zeppelli, and bearing the burden of the Red Stone of Aja, all she could do was hold her head up high.

And, of course, she could love. She loved Caesar and Joseph, but as sons; she cared for Loggins and Messina as allies. Oh, but she adored YN.

YN was a comfort, more or less. It started as brief stares, touches that lasted a moment longer. Of course, YN was oblivious, a curse, like many things in Lisa Lisa’s life. She would simply look up at her teacher and grin, with that smile that would outshine the sun. How strange. To think the Hamon Master would have her breath taken away with a single beam. Beam...what wording. What glorious, glorious wording for a smile that could drain seas and fell cities. Helen of Troy wished she had that smile.

Which is what made her sit on the balcony and stare over the sea, a fountain pen in hand. Suzy Q had flitted off somewhere, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Before Lisa Lisa, on her little tea table, was several leaves of paper. They had been spritzed with a perfume, one that Lisa Lisa wore often. The pen hovered over the top of one, and a drop of ink managed to slither down and stain the paper prematurely. Lisa Lisa blinked. She needed to let it out, before it leapt and oozed before her, and YN, and everyone on Air Supplena Island.

I didn’t think I could love again.

It was a start, but a deafening one. Who could not love?

My heart was torn out when George died. It was ripped and devoured whole, only barely retrieved in pieces from the throat of monsters. I placed it in my hands and held it tight, keeping the pieces protected in the most suffocating way.

And now, you have pried my hands open and laid the parts bare.

You could have done the most terrible things. You could have lit them on fire, or thrown them into the sea. But you merely held them in your own hands, touching them with curiosity. You had not quite patched it together, but you showed my heart such kindness that it began to gather itself, just for you. It was as though you were caring for a wounded animal, one that bore its teeth until all it knew was your soothing touch.

It healed, though it still has a ways to go. What to say of you? You are an angel, one that God could barely believe he made. I fully believe that you are not quite human; you are a blessing, you are the stars. I can only hope to reach for you every time, hands wanting nothing more than to caress your cheeks and bring you close. What god could make you, I wonder.

You are a living painting, gorgeous even when you think otherwise. The boys will be boys and say that you are beautiful, but they do not know your beauty like I do. They only see your flesh, your mortal body. But they do not see the gentlest of glances, the softest of looks that wash over me like the morning sun. Even if the night remained night and the sun was never to be seen again, I would rejoice, for you have become my sun, my queen.

This is for you. This is my letter of devotion, my declaration of dedication. I would live and die if it was even if your shadow-and I very well may.

This is for you, my queen. A love letter.

#lisa lisa/reader #elizabeth joestar x reader #jjba x reader #lisa lisa x fem!reader #battle tendency #jojo's bizzare adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #drabbles

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junosartsthetic · 4 years ago

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Lisa Lisa

HEADCANONS (SFW)

You two met at a bar when you were drunk and upset over your lack of success as a screenwriter.

She was sitting near enough to hear you and felt she wanted to help.

When a guy tried putting his hands on you, she jumped into action and sucker punched him, knocking him out.

When your drunk mind saw a beautiful woman kicking ass, your heart skipped a beat.

You two got to talking and you discovered she was a rich woman who lived in Italy before moving to America with her son and his wife.

Drunk you didn’t question how she looked so young despite having an adult son.

When she mentioned she didn’t have a maid ever since Suzie Q left, your ears perked up.

You offered to be her maid in exchange for a place to live and her support of your screenwriting dreams.

She agreed to your terms.

Of course, Lisa Lisa led you right into her masterplan.

It wasn’t a master plan as much as it was her wanting to see you in a maid outfit but her airing her grievances over her lost maid was a smart move.

You moved in quickly, staying in the guest room next to her room.

When you saw the outfit you wore, you blushed.

Calling it a dress would be a stretch.

It had spaghetti straps and the bottom of the skirt covered your underwear only when you stood straight up.

The middle was white lace, and if you wore anything but a white or nude bra, it could be seen.

The apron was short and didn’t look like it would protect you from getting stains.

The box containing the outfit also contained a white lace garter with a black bow on it.

You decided against wearing it the first few days.

Lisa Lisa seemingly admiring your legs as you dusted and cleaned changed your mind, however.

You weren’t sure if the crush you were housing was going to be reciprocated or if she even liked women, but you had a suspicion the previous maid didn’t receive this same treatment.

One day, when Joseph and Suzie Q stopped by to say hello for the first time since you started working there, you found out the answer to your suspicion.

As soon as Suzie Q saw you, her jaw opened. She turned to Lisa Lisa.

“Oh my, why is she wearing such a short dress? I never wore that when I worked for you? How queer!”

“Hey, I don’t mind it!”

At Joseph’s words, Lisa Lisa smacked his son on the back of the head.

“Hush. She likes wearing it, and times change, Suzie Q.”

When Suzie Q managed to catch you alone, she spoke her thoughts.

“Pardon, I don’t mean to be a bother but I think that Miss Lisa Lisa likes you more than she ever liked me.”

“Oh no, she loved having you, she’s told—”

“No hon, I mean I always wore a long dress and whatever I liked most days and she never said anything about it. And she never looked at me the way she looks at you.”

“Well, umm, she—”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything! I just wanted to let you know. I caught you blushing like a schoolgirl when Lisa Lisa was walking up the stairs in front of you.”

With that, Suzie Q sauntered off to find her husband, leaving you to your thoughts.

‘She doesn’t see me like that, that’s insane. Right? She could never.’

Once Suzie Q and Joseph left, you soon learned that you couldn’t have been more wrong.

NSFW FIC

After they leave Lisa Lisa calls you into her bathroom. She tells you to run her a bath. You do. She tells you to check the water. You do. She removes her clothes. You’re still in the room. Your hands fly up to cover your eyes. “Oh miss Lisa Lisa, I’m sorry, I’ll leave—”

“Stay.”

You slowly take your hands from your eyes. She’s in the bathtub, the bubbles barely covering her breasts. Your face alights in a blush. “Is— do you need anything else?”

“Wash my hair, please.”

You nod, getting on your knees behind the tub and following her order. Her hair is soft. It smells nice. You keep getting distracted by her legs occasionally coming above the water to rest on the edge of the tub.

“Would you mind checking the water again? I think the temperature is off.”

You stand up and move to the side of the tub, bending over to check the temperature. She checks out your ass as you do so.

“I— I think it still feels hot enough—”

“Oh? Join me in the bath then. I don’t think just checking it with your hand will be enough.”

“Miss Lisa Lisa-”

“Just Elizabeth is fine.”

“Oh, umm, Miss— Elizabeth, I shouldn’t.”

“I’ll double your pay.”

You immediately grab the edges of your dress and pull it up, quickly stripping off the rest of your clothes. You stand there, naked, next to the bath.

“Are— are you sure? The bath looks a little too small to fit two people. Where would I even sit?”

She sits up in the bath, spreading her legs. She gestured in between them. “Sit in my lap. I’ll wash your hair as you washed mine.”

You, face burning, do as she says. You rest your arms and hands on her legs, doing everything in your power not to squeeze her thighs that you wish would suffocate you.

She begins scrubbing your hair, and you let out a rather inappropriate moan. She says nothing. After washing your hair, she goes to massage your shoulders. You fail to stifle noises of pleasure.

She leans in to whisper in your ear, catching you off-guard. “If I fucked you right here, right now, in this bathtub, what would you do, I wonder?”

Her lithe fingers glide across your skin, caressing your sides and hips. She even goes as far as to rub against the side of your breasts, making you shiver.

“Tell me, my maid, would you care? Would you enjoy it?”

That last question makes your hips tremble. She notices, squeezing her bare thighs together to lock you in place. She leans forward, her breasts meeting your back.

“Elizabeth,” you manage, a hitch in your voice. Your mind is hazy with lust. “It— it would be my pleasure—” your voice hitches again when she cups both of your breasts in her hands, palms working them as she pushes you flush against her.

“Well, then maybe I will.”

One of her hands moves further down, trailing past your belly button and down in between your legs. Her lips meet your neck and back, kissing, occasionally using her teeth to nip at your skin. You squeeze her thighs in approval, neck and back arching. You look to the ceiling, tears brimming your eyes. ‘Is this really happening?’ You think to yourself. ‘Is this a dream?’

When you feel her fingers brush against your clit, you push any thoughts out of your mind. You don’t care. All that matters is this moment, and you don’t want to waste it.

“Please,” you mutter, voice strained and wobbly. Hers remains as smooth as ever. The voice of a muse, no, a siren.

“Okay, my little maid,” she responds. “But only since you asked nicely. Don’t scream and maybe I’ll take you out for ice cream later, hmm?”

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out but a moan.

MORE HEADCANONS (SOME NSFW)

After that, there was no denying the fact that you two were more than maid and mistress.

She soon began making you tag along to her meetings and such for her job, sitting you down on her lap as she spoke.

As she did so, her fingers were pressing against your inner thighs, hamon flowing through her fingertips.

You clenched your legs shut as tight as possible as though that would stop the pulsing between your legs.

As soon as she was no longer needed, she ushered you out of the room, her mouth hitting yours the moment you two got home.

She’d praise you as her nails raked across your bare skin, saying how proud of you she was for keeping quiet.

“You’re such a perfect little maid for me. Always do exactly what I say, hmm? Do you think you can do something for me?”

“I— oh! I can- can try.”

“Don’t scream too much, alright? You’ll wake the neighbors.”

“The— oh God, miss Elizabeth, your fingers are— the nearest neighbors are— please!— are miles away!”

“Exactly. And with how loud you are, they’ll hear you.”

You eventually made it as a popular screenwriter, and though you were no longer her maid, you two still lived together.

She’d still use her ‘little maid’ nickname for you, however.

Because, while it was no longer your job, you never hesitated to follow her every order, whether in public or in the bedroom.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojos #lisa lisa #elizabeth joestar #lisa lisa x reader #not safe for minors #kids close ur eyes #smut #jjba smut #headcanons #fanfiction #jjba fanfiction #battle tendency #jojo's bizarre adventure battle tendency #jojos part 2 #slight sugar mommy implications #lil bit of a maid kink

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crying-fantasies · 2 years ago

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1936's Winter

Joseph x reader

There is nothing more romantic than a date in the middle of December, snow flakes falling from the sky, a joyful atmosphere around, the usual smell of the bakeries near with new and warm products that could make you head there without even noticing.

But there was also that could be called your worst enemy: the cold.

Since you were young even a cold breeze could make you weak, it would give you a fever or even worse, it got to the point that you were bedridden most times than what you could remember, it made you lost so much of what was supposed to be your happiest years, leaving you in your teenage years.

In those lost years it was common to have Joseph into your room, he would go almost everyday if time could let him do it, something that always made you comfortable, maybe too much give the fact that you even found it normal to talk to him in the late hours of the night and waking up with him next to you, it was fine, accepted by the adults when you were little kids, but now that you two were older it was bad.

Joseph couldn't go into your room, he was prohibited to do it after your father found him with you one morning, of course you two didn't do anything but the fact that he was in there was enough for almost chasing him out.

"Yo!" Now, said young man still had no respect for boundaries or personal space, that was clear by the fact that he could never keep his hands for himself, like now, appearing out of nowhere and hugging you from your back, a big smile on his face, you were once again greatly appreciative of the Joestar's genes by how tall he was at the moment, his body easily overshadowed yours, "did you wait for me? So sweet!"

Not that you had much of a choice, you weren't familiar with your surroundings so you only could wait for his appearance.

"Let's see, are you hungry? I know the right place for us" being totally honest you could say that you could trust him, he could be an idiot, a total stupid guy with bad jokes, but at least he knew you enough to lead you to good places that you would like, and that's exactly what he did while reciting the menu to you like he was singing.

Joseph was like this, he was funny, he was smart and also a complete dork, but you liked that, you really did.

In reality, you weren't sure if he liked you, at least not like that.

It was normal back in the day to have Joseph take your hand, if you were down with fever he would take ice and put it there, it didn't matter that it was too cold, if you were just too cold he would use his two hands to keep you warm.

Even at this point in life you weren't sure if Joseph liked you or if you liked Joseph, the one of your past, or the one now that was flirting with some girls after they asked him about a certain direction, totally a lie because they were looking at him for a long time before approaching.

Well, it was obvious that the puberty hit him quite hard, not only physically but also mentally, and hormonally for what it seemed.

You wanted at least one tip from someone older than you in this matter, so you took your shoot and asked to the first man that you found in your way.

"Uncle, I like Jojo"

Uncle Speedwagon started to cry in that very same moment and you didn't have an idea of the reasons, he was just saying something about your grandma and Mr. Joestar.

"Jojo is only a young man, and if he takes after Mr. Joestar and George, well..." He told you that, so you were quite certain that you needed a miracle in order to have Joseph to like you, you were quite aware of the fact that Granny Erina only needed to exist to attract Mr. Joestar, and you were also aware that the same thing happened with Elizabeth and George, Joseph's parents, rest in peace both.

So yeah, looking at the photos of the two incredibly gorgeous women it was obvious that you needed to work hard.

"I really like this new volume of the series"

"Wait, how come that you have it?!"

Work hard.

"Hey, you look nice in that outfit"

"Thank you" you were so uncomfortable in those clothes.

Work hard.

"I cooked too much, you can have it if you like"

"Sweet~!"

Work hard.

"I saw it in the market and thought of you, it looks good on you"

"It does, it's perfect!"

Work harder.

To the point that you just decided to stop, it was indeed impossible, and the worst was that Uncle Speedwagon started to cry again when you told him so, but he was also one to tell you that there are many opportunities out there for you and that anyone that you got to choose was lucky enough to be next to you.

So, yeah, you already let go of your hope a long time ago (it was only a week ago) and you drowned your sour heart with yogurt.

"Women really are crazy" oh yeah, there was also the fact that apparently Joseph would always say something stupid when he was talking to the opposite gender, it was funny because most of the times they would hit him, good riddance.

"It's only you" of course he put showed a painful expression, "if you put yourself some filter you wouldn't need to deal with this"

He put both hands where his heart was supposed to be while falling to the ground on his knees, showing that your words hurt him in such a dramatic way, "you are so heartless!"

Oh, now you were the heartless one.

"Yeah, yeah, then I'll be heartless enough to let you alone in this cold night..."

"What?"

"All alone, not giving you sweet and warm mug of chocolate..."

"What?!"

"I was just thinking about how warm my bed could be tonight, I got new blankets the other day so..."

"I mean!" Now he was on his feet again, his arm on your shoulder, "let's say, do you remember that time when we and Uncle Speedwagon were kidnaped?"

"I better not" oh dear, you still had nightmares about that day when Jojo almost killed you all.

"Well, let me tell you, this whole magic thing, I have it almost totally under control, I can show it to you" now he was close, maybe too close for your liking (not really) and with all the muscle that he was growing this was bad, you could feel every move around you.

"Yeah, fine, okay" oh, how could you say no to him in that situation?

You've never arrived home so early, everyone was surprised but didn't say a thing, you just hurriedly got to your room, your window was closed so Joseph was still on his way, looking out and expecting his appearance you didn't expect to feel his arms behind you once again, before you thought that he was warm just because the environment was cold, his hands were warm and big, no matter what was around, you wanted to hold them, his face showed his usual grin and now that his hair was longer than ever you felt how it also was in touch with you, Joseph always secured you in his arms, "nice and warm" he would say, not caring an ounce if you were in public, sweaty, angry at him or just being, in his own words, weird, he would appear out of nowhere and get you just where he wanted.

You liked it, because it was cute, it made you feel good, feel wanted, even when you knew that he was doing it only by the reason that he liked to do so.

"Do you like me, Joseph?"

It took courage, almost two months ago, to say those words, only to be greeted by his stupid and handsome face, he looked so confused before smiling again.

"Not in that way, silly, but of course you are good looking, anyone that get your eyes in them will be lucky"

Joseph tried to make it as less awkward as possible while you tried to just go with the flow, it was something that you never told Uncle or anyone else.

And now here you were, with you dear friend, in the same bed, without your parents knowing and seeing something similar to little fireworks appear in his hands, you smiled at how beautiful it looked, you could feel it near, you could feel him near, under the same blankets, Jojo was warm, even when he wasn't touching you, even when he was out of your reach and-

"Ow, what the fuck, Joseph?!" And then Jojo head-butted you.

What a way to ruin the atmosphere, really.

But what is to be expected of two idiots with 16 years old and zero experience in love?

Maybe that was the cause, Joseph thought at the time, you two were two fools in love, one already noticing it and the other just stupid enough to not even realize it, and he can say, without doubt, that he was that stupid one while you were the brave one that even got the courage to ask that question back when you were just two stupid kids.

"I mean, what was I supposed to say?" He wasn't sure, even when he was about to reach 80, and he was being quite serious about the question, even when he knows that you never were resentful of his negative response, maybe he could've say that, yes, that he liked you even when he didn't just to try and have his first relationship but the he would also be a piece of shit for doing such a thing to you, maybe if he said yes at that moment you two would've started a relationship and then, with enough time for his stupid young self, he would've noticed that, yes, he liked you.

He likes you, even the one that is sitting next to him, one that shouldn't be here because you died years ago.

"By the way, did I tell you that Fourth and Josuke are expecting a child already? It makes me so happy everytime I remember it, they're still young, and that foolish kid hasn't made the question even when I already told him to do so but still" you were listening, just like always, not saying a word, just like when he would enter your room to tell you about all the things that were happening outside those walls.

This was good, even when he could feel the worried glances from his family, but they just let him have it.

And he was happy with what he could have from you now.

#reader insert #x reader #angst #joestar family #jojo x reader #jjba pt 1 #joseph joestar x reader #joseph x reader #failed #meant to be #stupid love #spotify #Spotify

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elizabethsbeloved · 2 years ago

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Theme #2: fluff

“Eventful” Afternoon | Elizabeth Joestar x fem reader

“Kisses being exchanged back and forth underneath the covers; clothing begins to leave each other’s bodies. You knew that you were in for a wild ride tonight with the love of your life.”

#jjba #jjba x reader #jjba part 1 #jjba part 2 #jjba part 3 #jjba part 4 #jjba part 5 #jjba part 6 #jjba part 7 #jjba part 8 #fluff #jjbafluff #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure

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sinfulauthorwrites · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 2023 Day 4: Thigh Riding

In the past, I’ve mostly done Lisa Lisa and my self-insert, but I realized that most of the Lisa Lisa x Reader fics are F/F, so I wanted to add more diversity to the selection! I tried being as gender-neutral as possible, so let me know if you recommend any changes going forward!

💖 Many thanks to @flightlessangelwings for the prompt list! 💖

Ship: Lisa Lisa x GN!Reader

Word count: 110

Applicable Tags: Grinding, Dom/sub, Mistress, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Dom!Lisa Lisa, Sub!Reader, Reader Orgasms, Femdom, POV Second Person

“Mmm, just like that. You’re doing such a good job at pleasing your Mistress.” Lisa Lisa cupped your cheek as you sat on her thigh and ground your sex against her. She held your hips steady, guiding you in circular motions.

“Getting close…” you mumbled between moans, the friction pushing you towards the edge.

Your Mistress began to stroke your lower bits, slow at first but increasing the pace as your moans grew louder. “Seems you like it when I touch you like that,” she softly chuckled. “Now come for me.”

The extra stimulation pushes you over the edge, and you climax with a loud cry of your Mistress’s name.

Liked this and want more? Check the full Kinktober fic on my AO3 here!

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ao3feed-giomis · 5 years ago

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by Nervous_SunEater

It all began when Jonathan ruined the calm by adding Joseph

Words: 197, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Jonathan Joestar, Erina Pendleton Joestar, Robert Edward O. Speedwagon, William Anthonio Zeppeli, Joseph Joestar, Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Elizabeth Joestar | Lisa Lisa, Kujo Jotaro, Kakyoin Noriaki, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Mohammed Abdul | Muhammad Avdol, Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Nijimura Okuyasu, Kishibe Rohan, Hirose Koichi, Yamagishi Yukako, Otoishi Akira, Giorno Giovanna, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Pannacotta Fugo, Bruno Buccellati, Leone Abbacchio, La Squadra di Esecuzione, Kujo Jolyne, Hermes Costello, F. F. | Foo Fighters (JoJo), Narciso Anasui, Weather Report (JoJo), Emporio Alniño, Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, Lucy Steel (JoJo), Diego Brando, Hot Pants (JoJo), Higashikata Josuke (JoJolion), Hirose Yasuho, Higashikata Joshuu, Higashikata Norisuke, Higashikata Daiya, Higashikata Jobin, Higashikata Hato, Mamezuku Rai, Dio Brando, Agents of DIO, Kaaz | Cars, Esidisi | ACDC, Wamuu | Wham, Kira Yoshikage (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Diavolo (JoJo), Vinegar Doppio, Enrico Pucci, Funny Valentine

Relationships: Erina Pendleton Joestar/Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar/Suzie Quatro/Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable)/Nijimura Okuyasu, Giorno Giovanna/Guido Mista, Hermes Costello/F. F. | Foo Fighters/Kujo Jolyne, Johnny Joestar/Gyro Zeppeli, Higashikata Josuke (JoJolion)/Hirose Yasuho, Dio Brando/Enrico Pucci, Diego Brando/Hot Pants

Additional Tags: It gets crazy, Oh my god a non x reader, This break from x readers wont last, insanity sometimes, Cioccolatta, thats all I can say, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Stands Still Exist (JoJo)

#giorno x mista #giomis #ao3feed #fanfic

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crying-over-spilled-feels · 3 years ago

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Ships I Will Write Requests for as of January 17th, 2022

Ships Listed Are in No Particular Order

1. Robin x Regina (Once Upon a Time)

2. Happy x Toby “Quintis” (Scorpion)

3. Megan x Sylvester (Scorpion)

4. Paige x Walter (Scorpion)

5. Cabe x Allie (Scorpion)

6. Daphne x Simon (Bridgerton)

7. Anthony x Kate (Bridgerton)

8. Benedict x Sophie (Bridgerton)

9. Colin x Penelope (Bridgerton)

10. Violet x Edmund (Bridgerton)

11. Flynn x Eve (Librarians)

12. Jake x Mabel (Librarians)

13. Judson x Charlene (Librarians)

14. Diana x Steve (Wonder Woman)

15. Chloe x Jackson (Zoo)

16. Kaliis x Aurora (Aurora Rising book series)

17. Finian x Scarlett (Aurora Rising book series)

18. Cat x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)

19. Saedii x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)

20. Elizabeth x Will (Pirates of the Caribbean)

21. Jack x Angelic (Pirates of the Caribbean)

22. Thor x Jane (Thor)

23. Tony Stark x Pepper Potts (Avengers and Iron Man)

24. Loki x Sif (Thor)

25. Loki x Nebula (Thor and Guardians of the Galaxy crossover)

26. Ryder x Grace (The Grace Year novel)

27. Fletcher x Sylva (Summoner book series)

28. Clint Barton x Laura Barton (Avengers)

29. Wanda x Vision (Avengers and WandaVision)

30. Bruce x Natasha (Avengers)

31. Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (Captain America)

32. Peter Quill x Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy)

33. Scott x Hope (Ant-Man)

34. Fitz X Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

35. Coulson X May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

36. Trip X Skye (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

37. Bobbi Morse X Lance Hunter (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

38. Killian Jones x Female OC (Once Upon a Time)

39. Will Scarlett x Anastasia (Once Upon a Time in Wonderland)

40. Gendry x Arya (Game of Thrones)

41. Tyrion x Shae (Game of Thrones)

42. Sanji x Nami (One Piece)

43. Zoro x Robin (One Piece)

44. Luffy x Vivi (One Piece)

45. Jonathan Joestar x Erina (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

46. Joseph Joestar x Suzi Q. (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

47. Mista x Female OC (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

48. Kit x Ella (Cinderella 2015 version)

49. Joshua Faraday x Emma Cullen (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)

50. Vasquez x Female OC (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)

51. Gilbert x Anne (Anne with an E)

52. Diana x Jerry (Anne with an E)

53. Mary x Bash (Reign)

54. Leif x Claude (Reign)

55. Kili x Tauriel (Hobbit)

56. Claire x Owen (Jurassic World)

57. Mia x Nicholas (Princess Diaries)

58. Joe x Clarisse (Princess Diaries)

59. Maria x Georg (Sound of Music)

60. Lara Croft x Lu Ren (Tomb Raider 2018 movie version)

61. Maleficent X Diaval (Maleficent)

62. Kate X Daniel Forsythe (The Spirit of Christmas)

63. Tiger Lily X James Hook (Pan)

64. Westley X Buttercup (Princess Bride)

65. Chato X Grace (Suicide Squad)

66. Logan/Wolverine X Mariko (Wolverine)

67. Vlad X Mirena (Dracula Untold)

68. Will X Elizabeth (Pirates of the Caribbean)

69. Jack X Angelica (Pirates of the Caribbean)

70. Galavant X Isabella (Galavant)

71. Richard X Roberta (Galavant)

72. Gwen X Arthur (Merlin)

73. Gwen X Lancelot (Merlin)

74. Gwen X Merlin (Merlin)

75. Merlin X Morgana (Merlin)

76. Morgana X Male OC/Reader (Merlin)

77. Lancelot X Female OC/Reader (Merlin)

78. Marian X Robin Hood (Robin Hood BBC)

79. Will X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)

80. Marian X Allan (Robin Hood BBC)

81. Allan X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)

82. Ban X Elaine (Seven Deadly Sins)

83. Margaret X Gilthunder (Seven Deadly Sins)

84. Meliodas X Elizabeth (Seven Deadly Sins)

85. King X Diane (Seven Deadly Sins)

86. Arthur X Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

87. Ana X Alberto (Velvet)

88. Claire X Matt (Daredevil)

89. Lilette X Robbie (Rise)

90. Hardison X Parker (Leverage)

91. Nate X Sophie (Leverage)

92. John X Sara (Alienist)

93. Mary X Laszlo (Alienist)

94. Farkas X Female Dragonborn (Skyrim)

95. Vilkas X Lydia (Skyrim)

96. E’lara X Caddoc (Hunted: The Demon’s Forge)

97. Rime x Ember (Degrees of Separation)

98. Cody x May (It Takes Two)

99. Frank x Karen (Punisher)

100. Makoto x Abigail (Great Pretender)

101. Robb x Talisa (Game of Thrones)

102. Tadashi x MK (Big Hero 6 and Epic Crossover)

103. Eloise x Sir Phillip (Bridgerton)

104. Francesca x Michael (Bridgerton)

105. Hyacinth x Gareth (Bridgerton)

106. Gregory x Lucy (Bridgerton)

107. Okabe x Mayuri (Steins;gate)

108. Okabe x Kurisu (Steins;gate)

109. Edward x Elizabeth (White Queen)

110. Liam Jones x Elsa (Once Upon a Time fan pairing)

#fanfiction #myotps #pickanyotp #that's not even all of my otps #I have an OTP fleet #scratch that #I have an OTP navy

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jojo-reader-hell · 4 years ago

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Madam,,,, I too thirst for Lisa Lisa. Could you do something where the reader's a female pillarman that has absolutely nothing to do with Kars and his shennanigains, and she and Lisa Lisa just go on a nice dinner date or something. Pillarman reader can go out in sunlight when they're in their Battle Mode and is generally p soft when it comes to their gf/wife.

did somebody say my wife and pillar lady ;w;

When you’re with her, time stops.

Then again for you, time is nothing but an illusion. After she woke you up with her warmth, drawing you in like a moth to a flame, you realized that time is an illusion when the right person walks into your life. Days melt into each other when you’re in love, even though you were old enough to mate you’d never had any member of your Pillar Man tribe make you feel this way. As though there was no change in the little world the two of you had made together.

She holds you against her breast as she sleeps, it’s wonderful to be pressed to her, nestled in strong arms as you listen to the soft sounds of her breathing. Usually a nocturnal creature, sometimes you mourn she has to get at least a few hours sleep every night. There’s no kisses when she rests, you can’t talk endlessly to her about things you’re going to do together or places you’re going to see, you can’t feel her sapphire eyes study your every move with a shiver of pleasure. It’s so lonely for you sometimes that you pout the entire night, waiting for the sun to come up so she can draw the dark drapes closed.

Other times, like now for instance, you feel privileged to witness her so defenseless as her bare pink lips pursing into a soft coo, her normally impenetrable walls down and needy hands pressing you close to her warm skin. Already you feel warm as toast as she tangles her muscular legs with yours, you crave her warmth and allow her to hold you like you’re a soft toy. Often your skin is so cold, like granite it can conduct heat but not retain. This makes you cling to her, your Lisa Lisa normally never lets you hold her during the day (she’s too proud), but when she sleeps, it’s fair game.

It was a beautiful night. It always is when you’re alone together. She started it off by taking you somewhere you both haven’t been to before, some extravagant restaurant that has a dress code and serves food that takes you two repetitions to pronounce instead of the usual one.

“What’s that?” You’d asked, poking her plate with a knife.

“Osso buco alla Milanese.” She responds, the Italian rolling off her tongue like water.

You scrunch your nose at it when she offers, never one for animal even in your primordial past.

“I don’t like it.” You whine.

“You don’t seem to like anything I offer. We have to find something you like, I can’t have you eating people when I’m not looking.” Lisa Lisa chuckles as she speaks, fully prepared for you to go into a tirade about how there are so many people you could absorb consequence free. Why, just the other day you saw this scum approach a woman who didn’t want his advances…

You never like to eat, not even pretending, but you’ll still order something (usually whatever she orders) and you’ll take the time to feed Lisa Lisa morsels from your plate, especially loving the way she lights up if your dish has any carrot. You love watching every aspect of her, from the way her lips pursed over the silverware, the way she nibbles her food like a rabbit, the way her rouge would disappear from her lips as she eats, and even to the way she’d take time at the table to reapply it. Everything about her was fascinating.

Afterwards, when the candles burned low and the bill had been paid she took you by the hand and lead you home, the two of you walking along the sand in bare feet along the beach. Air Supplena Island became your sanctuary. You couldn’t stop staring at her, hair whipping around your face and a warmth spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your horns when you noticed that she wasn’t paying a bit of attention to the scenery. Instead she watched you as though she was still hungry. On occasion she would pull you in close, her touch soft, chasing you when you teased and pulled away wanting to play with her. Even though you could easily outrun a human, Lisa Lisa overtook you with little to no effort.

It was perfect as always, an endless honeymoon, ending with a bath and love as it always did before bed where you were now.

You took a moment to kiss her, lavishing her with kisses as she dreamed of the love you shared, and the possibilities of the next day where your greatest love affair would continue.

Often, at this point in the night where the night started to give way to dawn, you slipped out of her embrace to close the drapes, a silent wish on your lips as you looked out into the crashing waves.

Before she woke up, you always wished to be with her, for your love to last until the end of time.

#elizabeth joestar x reader #Lisa Lisa x reader #lisa lisa jojo #gimme my wife #wlw #jojo’s bizarre adventure battle tendency #jjba ba #jjba x reader #jjba reader insert #jojo's bizarre adventure reader insert #fem!reader #harold they're lesbians

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ao3feed-danganronpa · 4 years ago

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Request Open!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34SOIVT

by VivyRosette

r,,request

Words: 123, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Hunter X Hunter

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Dio Brando, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Giorno Giovanna, Trish Una, Bruno Buccellati, Leone Abbacchio, Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Kujo Jolyne, Joseph Joestar, Elizabeth Joestar | Lisa Lisa, Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Tonio Trussardi, Nijimura Okuyasu, Hirose Koichi, Kishibe Rohan, Kakyoin Noriaki, Vinegar Doppio, Diavolo (JoJo), Robert Edward O. Speedwagon, Kujo Jotaro

Relationships: Dio Brando/Reader, Guido Mista/Reader, Narancia Ghirga/Reader, Giorno Giovanna/Reader, Trish Una/Reader, Bruno Buccellati/Reader, Leone Abbacchio/Reader, Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable)/Reader, Kujo Jolyne/Reader, Joseph Joestar/Reader, Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli/Reader, Tonio Trussardi/Reader, Nijimura Okuyasu/Reader, Hirose Koichi/Reader, Kishibe Rohan/Reader, Kakyoin Noriaki/Reader, Vinegar Doppio/Reader, Diavolo (JoJo)/Reader, Robert Edward O. Speedwagon/Reader, Kujo Jotaro/Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34SOIVT

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

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Lisa Lisa x Fem!Reader: Let’s Only Think About Love

Every time Araki does something homophobic in his comic I make one of his characters gay. Strap in ladies. We’re marrying Lisa Lisa. Also congratulations Joseph, I’m your daddy now ;) Under a cut for length. Hope you enjoy!

Taken from a prompt I made up myself: They said Lisa Lisa married a screenwriter, I don’t remember anyone ever said the screenwriter was a man.

Never… He never in a million years would have imagined himself in this exact predicament.

Joseph Joestar must have been the only one here whose brain was too slow on the uptake. When he heard his mother married a screenwriter, he didn’t expect this to happen. Suzie Q and Granny Erina were enjoying themselves with the guild, Suzie fawning over the impeccably tailored suits that the ladies were wearing and Granny Erina commandeered by a group of incredibly friendly men, cooing over her pearls and listening in earnest to the advice she gave them on the many uses of rouge and why Mr. Fahrenheit would most certainly look better if he was to try the red versus the peach color.

“Mrs. Joestar, you are a goddess my darling!” said Mr. Fahrenheit exclaimed, wrapping his large arms around her small frame and making her giggle like a schoolgirl. “Jim sweetheart, you might have a bit of competition, I quite think I’d like to take a wild leap of faith and run away with Mrs. Joestar instead.”

“I cannot say fully that I’d blame you.” Laughed the taller man, kneeling by Granny Erina’s chair as she chastised both men for such talk.

“After all,” she insisted, “It’s not proper to say such things in front of your betrothed.”

The love in the air. Maybe that was what had first flabbergasted him. Every single person in the room was either engaged or to be married, pairing off separately with the opposite sex to prevent suspicion but celebrating the true union with their beloved. Some men in gowns, some women in suits, a bit of both on others, love was everywhere in the room. Permeating the air and sweetening it more than even the scent of the various cakes and sweets crowding a large table. It was quite the foreign concept and Joseph was not used to such freedom. He normally suffered through the parties of the affluent that his Granny dragged him to in his youth, the stiff collars and harsh whispers that permeated the smell of cigars and brandy. Here, the air was so sickly sweet with love that it was nearly suffocating.

Your friends came up to him and tucked flowers in his hair and kissed him warmly when they heard he was already married to the beautiful blonde that befriended nearly everyone in the room. Granny Erina’s lap looked like a garden with all the flowers everyone gave specifically to her in honor of her beloved Jonathan. Joseph even noticed some gentlemen getting very acquainted with Mr. Speedwagon, and the elderly man positively enjoying the attention. Every single one of the people you knew treated the Joestars like royal guests of honor, because of everyone present, the Joestars were the only family members that showed to the celebration.

“I am making this toast not only to the lovely brides who will set sail for their glorious honeymoon abroad in the morning, where they will undoubtedly fill every hour with the intensity of the love they share, but to the lovely people my darling is marrying into.” Mr. Fahrenheit had raised a glass of champagne, his hand on Granny Erina’s shoulder as she held it, “You’re Lisa Lisa’s family, her mother, her son, her daughter. All of you came to see this blessed event because you all love her and want her to be happy. That means more to her and her wife than anything in the world. By our laws, you belong to us now. For this moment in time, though we began as nothing but strangers struggling among the norm in Hollywood, everyone in the room is your blood. We are all Joestars this evening.”

In a million years, he never thought his mother would marry another woman, but when he saw you nearly falling over in your heels trying to greet everyone in his family with all the warmth and happiness of the sun, he couldn’t say he blamed her for falling in love with you. You were sweet, possibly even sweeter than Suzie Q if he was honest with himself. Constantly checking on Granny Erina and crying when she welcomed you into the family, attached at the hip to his wife who absolutely adored you, and more often than not he happened to accidentally catch you and his mother kissing as though you both were going to a war you would never return from. You were wholly and irrevocably in love with his mother, and by extension you loved his family too. There was so much kindness and love inside your pure heart… How could she not love you?

“I’m so happy to meet you Joseph.” You had told him before the party, taking his gigantic hands in yours and smiling sweetly. “I… I hope I’m not imposing myself, but I’ve always wanted a son. And I understand I cannot ever take the place of your father, but I do hope that there will come a time where you will see me as something closer than just the person who married your mother. Even if you just see me as a dear friend. I do love you as if you were my own, and if you ever need anything at all… Please do not hesitate to ask me. I will give you anything you need.”

“Jojo! Take your head out of the clouds my darling, have a drink. It is a reception after all!”

His broad shoulders were engulfed in a hug. At his side materialized Mr. Fahrenheit, a close acquaintance from your childhood that you insisted was like a father to you. He had an unusual manner of speaking, his attitude was that anyone he didn’t know was his “darling”.

“N-nothing.” He insisted, taking the punch the other man offered him. “I’m just…”

“It feels surreal doesn’t it? Seeing them in love…”

Mr. Fahrenheit’s arms never left Joseph’s shoulders, and there was so much sincerity in the embrace that he found himself even leaning into the other man for comfort.

“I… I don’t wish to be rude…”

“You’re not my darling.” Mr. Fahrenheit insisted. “It’s natural after all. You hardly knew your mother, and my sweet darling at her side is even more a stranger to you. But do not worry about the small details. It doesn’t matter a whit about conventionality. You’re not a stranger here. It is as I said before, tonight we are all Joestars, and this is your family. Never be afraid to feel safe with your family my boy.”

From the corner of the room he noticed Suzie Q cooing over the couple of the hour, her arms wrapped around your waist as she gushed over the gown you wore, wishing you and the towering woman at your side all the happiness in the world.

“Of course you’ll come see us every day when you return from your honeymoon, won’t you?” Suzie Q all but begged you as you smiled through the tears.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You insisted, “I told Elizabeth that Mr. Fahrenheit would be scouting for a home when we returned to New York, and she’s given me so many ideas for the decorations! I hope I have enough room for everything I can find abroad.”

“Wasn’t it you that said whatever we could not fit in the house we can give to Jojo and Suzie?” Lisa Lisa smiled as you turned pink, leaning into her touch as she wrapped her arms around you and kissed you deeply.

“Elizabeth.” You whined. “You’re going to spoil all the lovely surprises I wanted to send them!”

All this time he’d hesitated. Not wanting to make the wrong move that would alienate his mother away from him. And isn’t that all he’d ever wanted anyway? His family… He wanted his parents for his entire life and there they were, standing in the middle of the room with his wife.

Mr. Fahrenheit was right. Conventionality be damned. You were his family, and it wasn’t a bad thing to want to be a part of that love.

“So I guess since you married my mother, I am to call you my ‘papa’ now?”

Joseph snuck up behind you and lifted you in the air, careful not to harm you with his mechanical arm. You squealed, and Lisa Lisa bristled with a rough warning of “Jojo” before you began to giggle.

“I told you Joseph,” you laughed, “I want you to think of me as your parent. If you want me to be your papa, I’ll try my best for you!”

“Oh goody~…” he cooed, nuzzling into your cheeks and making you laugh. “Because I’ve always wanted to be bounced on my papa’s knee, and I have her now. Won’t you indulge your poor neglected son??”

“Jojo I’m warning you…” Lisa Lisa growled, only to be stopped when Joseph put you down, and was suddenly swept up in your arms much to the delight of the guests.

“If that’s what my son wants, it’s what he gets!” you giggled, much to his sputtering protests and red faced chagrin. “Come along Lisa Lisa, let’s shower our little boy in affection! He’s upset because we’re getting all the attention!”

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