#I love avdol I want to hold his hand and make tea with him

[luvevee]

I don't think it's talked about enough how gorgeous and cute Avdol is

[wri0thesley]

hi nat it's the avdol anon again 😳 i noticed that ur requests were open and uh... you might know why i'm here. feel free to take this in any direction u want but i was wondering if afab reader could get a tarot/palm line reading by avdol which foreshadows their quickly budding romance. this is just an idea but i think it's cute! tysm for reading <3

prediction - avdol x reader (2k)

warnings: none! neutral reader, neutral pronouns. sfw.

It is your third time stepping foot in Muhammad Avdol’s little fortune-telling shop, and your heart is beating faster and more nervously than it ever has before. The first time, you had come with a friend who had not stopped chattering on about how they’d heard that this man was the real deal, they had friends who he’d been able to tell the life story of from just a glance at a tarot card spread. You had been sceptical but humoured them, agreeing to come with them to get a glimpse of this mysterious character who would so easily be able to read one’s past. It would have been dangerous, you reassure yourself, to send your friend alone to a strange new place.

Avdol himself had looked at you and smiled and you had been hit by how warm he was. You’d assumed he’d look like a charlatan, a snake-oil salesman – but his hands had seemed genuine as he’d shook yours, his thumb warm as it brushed your wrist, a curious expression on his handsome face before he’d turned to your friend.

His shop smelt like burning incense, draped in rich warm shades of red and ochre, comforting as he poured you both a cup of tea. If he’d been perturbed that your friend had brought with them an audience, he did not show it; merely motioned for the two of you to sit as he shuffled a well-worn pack of tarot cards.

You had expected the same vague kind of allusions as you’d heard so many people make before – broad statements that, if thought about, could be connected to anything in one’s life if the listener was desperate to do so. You’d expected his dark eyes to be sharp as he searched your friend for weakness, as he picked up on various little tremors of their face and voice and twisted them into something like cleverness.

But his voice had been unwavering and calm as he’d said names straight off the bat, as he’d confidently recounted incidents in their life in not quite elaborate detail, but in enough detail for you and your friend both to understand that he was the real deal. As he’d predicted moments in the future, his brow furrowing as he gave advice as to paths that should be taken carefully and paths that should be embarked upon with wild fervour and excitement.

He’d taken their money with a small smile, before he’d turned to you and said;

“And you?”

The thought of your future spelt out by him suddenly seemed terrifying. You had shaken your head, backing away – and he had given you that curious look again, like he saw something inside of you that you’d never noticed yourself.

“Maybe next time I see you,” he’d said, and you’d followed your friend out of the room with a dizziness that you couldn’t quite explain.

He had not said ‘if I see you’. In Muhammad Avdol’s mind, the two of you meeting again was a fated occurrence. You had told yourself that you would not allow that to happen, to afraid of all of the things that could happen to you and hadn’t yet.

Of course, you go back. Your friend is desperate to see him again, after some advice that he gave them leads to a promotion at work. They want to thank him, and ask him advice for an upcoming business trip that will take them out of Egypt for six months – when you hesitantly shake your head and bite your lip, they pout at you.

“Please?” They wheedle. “I won’t see you again for half a year, this is our chance to do something together before I leave--”

And because you love your friends, you agree, and you step foot in the comforting, homely little fortune-telling shop for the second time in your life.

Avdol does not look up from the table.

“I already poured you tea,” he says. “Please, take a seat.”

Something about the atmosphere of the shop is at once terrifying and comforting to you; like a place you’ve been a hundred times in your dreams. Your fingers trace the delicate gold embroidery of the table cloth as Avdol listens to your friend’s ardent thanks. It’s pretty; constellations on dark midnight blue velvet.

“Do you like it?” You’re snapped from the daydream by Avdol. He’s looking at you, his face unreadable. “I made it myself.”

“Oh,” you say, heat rushing to your face. “Y-yes. It’s beautiful. So delicate. It must have taken a long time--”

“I like projects,” he says to you. “Small work you have to take your time over. It’s satisfying to see it turn into something beautiful at the end.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks at you. “Watch out for your own constellation, habibi.”

You don’t know what he means, but your friend is tugging you out of the door before the two of you outstay your welcome, chattering on about all of the advice that Avdol has given them about making the most of their six months in a foreign country. When you round the corner and Avdol’s little shop is no longer in sight, she gives you an elbow to the ribs.

“I think he likes you,” she says, and you go all over hot and bothered at the thought of it. There’s something about him that frays at the edges of your consciousness – you have never felt quite so safely ensconced in anything as you feel within the warm incense-laden air of his rooms. But him liking you is ridiculous. And you don’t believe in anything so nebulous as fortune-telling.

You do some spring cleaning that weekend. In the very corner of your wardrobe, almost falling into a gap between the floor of it and the chipboard of the back, is a necklace that your mother gave you for your eighteenth birthday. It’s not precious; it was a silly little gift picked up for pennies in a market to go inside your birthday card, cheap metal. It’s a representation of the constellation you were born under.

Your heart beats too fast in your chest as you put it on.

And that’s the series of events that leads you to be stepping foot in Muhammad Avdol’s fortune telling shop ten minutes before he’s due to close. The lights are already off, but Avdol is sat by his table with a book in his hand and looks up as the bell over his front door rings, a smile splitting his face.

“I was expecting you earlier,” he says. Your hands fly up to the necklace, twisting it between thumb and forefinger. “Ah. I’m glad you heeded the warning.”

“How did you know?” You ask him, your throat dry as you take the seat that he points to opposite him. There is already a steaming teacup in front of it; you know it will be steeped exactly how you like it, will have two spoonfuls of sugar in it, will be your favourite blend. Avdol has seemed to know that since the moment he laid eyes on you.

“The universe works in whatever way it wills,” he shrugs, taking a sip of his own tea. The teacup he has put in front of you is patterned with your favourite flower. “You wanted me to read your palm, didn’t you?”

You nod. You do not ask him how he knows what you came here for. Too many coincidences have lead you to this point, and with Avdol so close to you and you finally alone with him you are beginning to wonder if your scepticism has been misplaced. He holds his hand out over the finely embroidered velvet cloth – you realise that your own birth constellation is exactly beneath it.

Up close, he’s so handsome you can barely breathe. Dark-haired and dark-eyed, his skin reflecting the flickering candlelight beautifully. His hands are warm and dry; well-kept, as you place your own in it palm-up.

“You’re soft,” he says – which is not the most professional thing for him to say, you don’t think, but your breath catches in your throat anyway. “Let me see.”

He gently traces your life line. He murmurs something about your family, about your past, about your driving force and your career – all of it true, all of it right. His finger dances over it as he tells you to be wary of people offering you chances that are too good to be true.

Head line. Fate line. His fingers are so warm, he holds you so gently – you imagine what he would feel like holding your hand as a lover and chastise yourself in your head. Everything he says to you about your past is true. Everything he says about your personality, about how you value certain things and about how you are feeling right at that very moment is true. You can barely breathe as his index finger brushes along your heart line.

“Ah,” he murmurs, soft. He coughs. You swear you see his cheeks change colour, just a little, but you don’t know how to react to it. “This is interesting.”

“I-is that a good thing?” You ask him, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Perhaps,” he says. There’s a rigidity to him that wasn’t there a moment ago.

“What . . . what does it say?” You ask. “What does it mean? Am I going to meet a tall, dark, handsome stranger?”

“Not a stranger,” he says. He swallows, and for the first time you see Avdol looking a little nervous. “And I think perhaps it would be remiss for someone like me to call him handsome.” You look curiously at him, but his eyes are focused on your smaller palm. It feels so right, being held like this. “Your heart line. Well. It says you were wary of this person at first, that you did not quite believe everything they were saying – but that something about them seemed to draw you in even so, like a magnetic pull. It says . . .” He seems more awkward than you’ve ever seen him, and certainly more awkward than you’ve ever heard anyone describe an encounter with him. “It says you should trust your instincts. And if you want to make a move . . . well. It seems to think today is as good a day as any.”

Your eyebrows scrunch as you think about what he could mean. You haven’t had any thoughts about anyone like that, recently. There’s nobody in your life. Hell, Avdol is the first man you’ve touched like this in the past week--

And a lightbulb goes off over your head.

It explains the way that you feel in his shop, the way that your heart seems to beat just a little bit quicker around him. It explains the constellations and the teacup and the way the two of you keep not quite meeting one another’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Avdol says. “This is unprofessional, I should be closing up shop right now--”

He goes to drop your hand, but you breathe in soft and sure as you whisper with a dry voice;

“Wait.”

He looks at you from under thick dark lashes. The whole of outer space feels like it’s contained within his eyes; dark constellations, secrets you can only wish you understood. You take a deep breath to gather all of your courage up within you. You think of Avdol warning you about things offered that seem too good to be true, but you push back the anxiety.

“Would you like to get something to eat, sometime? I’d ask about something to drink, but . . . I don’t think anything will measure up to the tea.”

Avdol looks at you. His eyes linger over your face; the cross between trepidation and hopefulness. They flicker back down to your palm. The small smile he gives you in return to yours is just as shaky as your own.

“Yes,” he says, quietly. “I would love to.”

[c-c-cherry]

OOH I GOT A GOOD REQUEST,,,, How about Jonathan’s reaction to each of the jojos, and their jobros?

*Jonathan looking down at his absolutely fucked family tree, a single tear running down his cheek*

Listen...I always say that *insert literally any character* is the best parental figure but it's Jonathan hours which legally means I can call Jonathan best dad in this post regardless of anything I’ve said in the past about any other best dads.

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Lemme just implement my soft Jonathan headcanons first: 

-Soft man. The king of manly tears. Tears down toxic masculinity like a fucking bulldozer

-Knits AND crochets. He never had a mother growing up so when Erina came in with all these lovely, traditionally feminine skills, he wanted to learn ALL OF IT

-Arguably gives the best hugs out of every Jojo (Josuke is a pretty close second, though)

-Since this post is just an impossible dimensional pocket where anything can happen, him and Erina live in one of those old grandma cottage-houses with a comfy, old couch and tacky curtains and a really cute little garden

-Again, if this is a pocket dimension he’s definitely hosting the Joestar family reunion there

-Just one of those houses where everyone feels comfortable

-Is impossible to piss off (except if you do anything to the people he loves)

-Always speaks in a very soft, understanding voice even when he’s mad/disappointed

-The father figure all the Jojos wish they had

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Part 2:

-You know that face you make when you watch someone you love do something insanely stupid but you’re still trying to keep positive because you know from experience that trying to stop them is futile?

-Just this constant, wincing smile?

-Yeah. That pretty much sums up Jonathan’s expression within any vicinity of Joseph Joestar

-He loves the man. He really does. But oh my god is he a dumbass

-Jonathan is the type of man to like,,,make bread and talk about his feelings but Joseph wants none of that shit and that’s ok,,,Jonathan can and will find another way to bond

-Regardless, he loves his Himbo grandson and the two of them end up talking about Erina and Speedwagon and a lil bit of Hamon too :3

-CAESAR on the other hand—Jonathan is so fucking happy to see a descendant of the Zeppeli’s continuing the whole Hamon thing and managing to be friends with Joseph

-Although Joseph never wants to talk about it outside of fighting, Jonathan and Caesar both share this tender love for the healing aspect of it :’)

-He teaches Caesar how to do stuff like grow/heal plants and flowers and Caesar ends up growing his own sunflowers in Jonathan’s backyard :)

-Smokey reminds him of Poco and he literally just wants to protect him with his whole heart hhhhhhhh

-Suzi Q also reminds him of Erina, but he still has no idea how she puts up with Joseph’s bullshit (and whenever she can’t decide what to wear, he always helps)

-He penalizes Lisa Lisa for being a fucking Hamon coach and also smoking cause like-

Part 3:

-Hgggghnn HEAR ME OUT but between him and Joseph, Jotaro arguably has more qualities of Jonathan including this wonderfully secret, sweet, sensitive side

-Jonathan grows flowers using Hamon and braids them into Star Plat’s hair (he has practice when doing it with Erina) :))))

-Joot claims to hate the bread that Jonathan bakes but if he DOES make it y’all know you’ll find him sitting there, eating it, and talking about his feelings like a good man should (but only if no one else is around)

-Arguably the only responsible father figure in his life and the only one who would scold him for literally going to jail

-Also apologizes profusely for not killing DIO the first time ;(

-Kakyoin is the kind of person you could just sit in silence with for hours doing shit like reading or painting or something and Father Jojo is loving the vibe

-YES JONATHAN WOULD HAVE A HOME GARDEN and every year he grows cherries for Kak >:)

-Pol is a bit extreme for him, but if he can handle Joseph then he can handle this man

-As rich, Victorian boys often did, he definitely studied french as a kid and can surprisingly hold a pretty good conversation

-Him and Avdol!!!! Feed his chickens together!! And engage in lovely, civil conversation :)))))

-Holy definitely inherited Jonathan and Erina’s sweet nature and she’s always down to compare knitting techniques with him :)

Part 4:

-Is it....is it safe to say that Jonathan just adopts all of Morioh?

-Ok but Josuke gets along with everybody (Rohan doesn’t count hgfjgh) so you already know he’d be up for some nice familial bonding (though he wouldn’t show it initially)

-I feel like he’d be hesitant at first because him and Joseph are already on weird terms and he doesn't wanna “intrude” on the Joestar family or anything like that

-But our man Jonathan is here to reassure him that he’s still a part of the family and his cute little grandma house door is always open for him when he needs it

-Jonathan would bake that bread and Josuke would be sittin’ on that couch pouring his heart out before that shit even comes out of the oven

-Josuke’s the biggest out of his friends so getting completely engulfed in a nice, warm, loving Jonathan hug is the best shit

-Like instant serotonin :)

-Crazy Diamond doesn’t have any hair so no stand braiding :( BuT Josuke will let his hair down sometimes and you already know master weaver Jonathan Joestar is braiding in some purple flowers and shit :)

-Okuyasu isn’t that smart academically, but our man has a big heart and that’s all Jonathan cares about

-Jonathan always makes soup for him whenever he’s down because Oku’s mama used to make him soup when he was sad too ;-;

-The two bond over losing a mother at a young age and never being close with their father and feeling unwanted growing up and its the sweetest shit

-Koichi would just,,,,stare in awe because between Jonathan, Joseph, and Jotaro he feels like a fucking ant (and is honestly kinda scared)

-The first time they meet, Jonathan tries to ruffle his hair and accidentally PUSHES THE BOY INTO THE CONCRETE and he feels so bad after, that he spends all night knitting him a new sweater

-He gives it to Koichi with apologetic tears in his eyes and Koichi fucking LOVES IT with all his heart

-Rohan is extremely intrigued by all of this shit and they two of them spend hours talking about Jonathan’s life

-Rohan ends up giving him a painting of Erina and now Jonathan sends him his favourite cookies on his birthday every year

-Also him and Tonio are real good buds and Tonio never yells at Jonathan for “eating impolitely” like George used to because he knows its just a sign that he loves his food :)

Part 5:

-What can I say? Both Jonathan and Giorno got a love for flowers and life, and that’s literally all they do together

-Like,,,their happiness is in one giant, contagious loop because when Jojo’s really happy, his Hamon will just make shit bloom everywhere and when Giogio is happy, his stand will go fucking bonkers and change shit into plants

-Ok but what if,,,they braided flowers into each other’s hair? :D

-Jonathan would bake the bread. Giorno would sit hesitantly on the couch. The moment this kid takes a bite with that GOOD jam he’s like “HAHA there goes my stoic front whoops-”

-Jonathan thought Giorno would get cold in the winter so he crocheted a heart the size of his tiddy window and gave it to him for Christmas

-As I said previously, him and Bruno would go fucking hard on tea parties and all that shit -Both are the obvious mom friend, it’s impossible for them not to get along

-Abba’s a little,,,iffy about him, but eventually grows on him the more Abbacchio actually starts warming up to Giorno (for whatever reason)

-Jonathan’s never really had to deal with teenagers that much (aside from when he was one himself,) so he really has no idea what the hell to do around Narancia and Mista because they’re so young and he feels like a fucking grandma around them

-But they’re always really sweet to him and ask if he wants to play COD but Jonathan has no idea why they could wanna play with a fish so he just smiles and laughs and hopes its a joke :’)

-When Trish wants her nails done, best jonadad is here to do it. She wants her hair done? Jonathan’s got that special brush that doesn’t hurt when you’re doing tangles. Hugs? Infinite hug supplier, babey. He’s really out here doing whatever it takes to keep best girl happy

-Fugo is,,,quiet,,,but he always comes over and eats the strawberries in his garden when they’re ready for harvest

-He even helps make them into jam :)

-He also teaches Fugo Hamon breathing techniques when he caught wind of his anger and it actually helps him a lot

-He considers everyone in that house his family too, and always invites them over for social events at his pocket dimension grandma house

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Jonathan Joestar lives in my head rent free...

If you’ve got a head canon idea, my ask box is always open!! <3

[mistaeq]

writing suggestion, cuddling with avdol and magicians red

muhammad avdol & magician's red: cuddling time

tw // none

dora's note: i didn't know whether you meant headcanons, or drabble, or anything, so i mixed them up and it turned out to be a sorta headcanon + scenario ?? hope it is fine, i had so much fucking fun with this !!

taglist: @fragolaaaaaaa @outofthiszawarudo @sky1mercy @cheemerthejojofreak @gintokayy [if you wanna be removed or added, all it requires is a dm or an ask !!]

♥︎ cuddling with avdol is something that happens rather often, whenever you need it. he likes to respect your spaces and always asks for permission before trying to cuddle with you, and he's always available when it's you who to to him to ask for some cuddling. the fortuneteller rarely tells you he doesn't have time for it. if he happens to be working or to be really busy, he'll look for a way to fit you in his schedule. muhammad is not a big fan of strict schedules though, he enjoys taking life the way it is, so most of the time you'll easily fit in his programmed events for the day.

♥︎ muhammad loves to wrap you in his giant red coat, when you're feeling cold. warmth during cuddling time is his first rule, but most of the time, even if he doesn't wrap you in his coat, the warmth of his chest and strong arms is enough to make you feel deeply comfortable.

♥︎ on the other side though, cuddling with magician's red is a little bit more difficult. most of the time, it's unavoidably covered in fire, and your boyfriend/husband [up to the reader!!] is a little bit worried about his stand risking to hurt you. unfortunately, avdol doesn't summon magician's red that often, so the poor stand misses you a lot sometimes, and will really need to cuddle with you. it'll need a lot of efforts, for muhammad to cool down the stand's flames enough for it to cuddle with you, but in the end, he'll realize it was worth it. seeing you and magician's red being to affectionate with each other is the cutest thing he's ever witnessed.

♥︎ is this stand jealous of its stand user? no matter the fact that avdol looks and behaves like a sweetheart, magician's red is having none of it. it wants to be just as important as avdol is, for you, and will do anything, even disobey avdol's will, to get your attention. and most of the time, it succeeds like a spoilt kid.

♥︎ both of you will never forget that one night during which magician's red evolved in the pettiest thing that ever existed towards his stand user. you had never heard before of stands getting offended because of their users and taking their revenge for it. well, it had been hilarious.

♥︎ after a tough day during which both you and avdol had been working a lot, the fortuneteller had suggested resting a little bit together on the couch with a cup of warm hot chocolate/tea/coffee in your hands and a good movie in order to relax and spend some quality time with each other. the fireplace was lit, the lights weren't too intense and the blanket was on your knees. muhammad was holding you so dearly, and in that moment, you had the feeling nothing could ever go wrong... right? come on, it was all to perfect for anything to even happen.

♥︎ you spent more than a quarter of an hour choosing a good movie that could satisfy both of you, and you learnt that your courageous boyfriend/husband hated horror movies and splatters, which is actually valid, and you would have kind of expected that from him, being avdol a gentle and sweet person. and because of his naturally parental behaviour, he said you couldn't watch them because they're too scary for you. of couse, if you wanted to watch them, he wouldn't really forbid you from doing so. he's just worried that you'll get traumatized because of them or something.

♥︎ muhammad had sent magician's red in the kitchen to take care of the warm hot chocolate/tea/coffee for the two of you. because of its powers, the stand is perfect to cook and warm up food and drinks, so avdol uses it often to avoid a waste - and avoid the bills -, even if magician's red often asks itself how did it end up warming up meals after a trip to egypt that lasted fifty days and during which its stand user almost died twice. sometimes it still thinks it has just dreamt it all.

♥︎ but on that particular night, well, magician's red was upset. sometimes muhammad happened to probably forget it was the representation of his own soul, and that if he was tired, most likely the stand would have been tired as hell too. then why did it always have to be itself, the one who prepared avdol and y/n's drinks, instead of avdol himself? and why couldn't it be the privileged one who got to cuddle with y/n? perhaps its stand user had taken too seriously the fact that it technically was a chicken and started treating it as such. well, during that precise night, magician's red decided to pull out the pettiest attitude he had ever tried pulling on avdol. and muhammad had to thank god it wasn't able to speak, because it would have had so many things to say.

♥︎ well, needless to say, you were a little bit taken aback but amused, when the stand eventually showed up in the room with a single much which it handed to you, and sat down between you and muhammad, specifically excluding him and holding you. it is difficult to assume facial expression, when the creature you're trying to understand has a beak, but it looked rather clear, that the stand was electrocuting his stand user with his gaze. though it kept its cool. getting angry would have made it warm up and it didn't want to burn you. you had no clue stands could actually get pissed off at their users, and to be honest, it was the first time you had ever witnessed that. but you had seen jotaro and star platinum not agreeing about something before, for example, so it was cool.

♥︎ finding a good compromise between avdol and magician's red, you managed to spend one of the best nights of your life, getting cuddled by both stand and user, one on your left and one on your right. during the movie, magician's red let go of you eventually, and obeyed muhammad when he tried to withdrew it. definitely, a night you wouldn't have forgotten at all.

[go-dark-turtle]

(This is for @kakyoin-shades thank you so much for inspiring me. Anyhoo I hope you enjoy my first Jotaro x reader fan fiction. Let me know what you think. Thank you~ 😎)

Overdrive into Platinum

Jotaro x Gender Neutral reader fanfiction.

After the events of facing N'Doul, Kakyion had to spend time in the nearby hospital which meant the Stardust Crusaders were a member short. However it wasn't until Avdol received a telegram from his fromer shop assistant that they were in the area in the town outside of Luxor.

"Oi Avdol who exactly is this person?" Polnareff asked while placing his cheek on his palm leaning over the table to try and read the telegram.

Avdol placed the telegram in his chest pocket and gave the Frenchman a glare for trying to read it. He gently clasped his hands and softly spoke "Ah lets see well Y/N came to me about 4 years. They asked me for a reading. They wanted to know more about the world so I took them under my wing teaching everything I knew. Then a year later it was discovered they had a unique ability."

"So they are stand user?" Joseph asked while holding his cup.

"No, they use Hamon. I know now it's a very old practice..." Avdol nodded

"That can't be, the only Hamon users left are myself and my mother..." Joseph scratched his chin trying to figure it out "The Hamon tribe was wiped out after I defeated Straizo..."

Just then you walked into the cafe and smiled at Avdol and charged at him and pinned him against the table glaring down at him. "Long time no see Avdol ha ha ha ha ha!"

"What the heck Y/N! What in the world has gotten into you." Avdol struggled to get you off him.

Jotaro walked up behind you and pried you off Avdol and holding your arm and looked at your face. " Listen here, I don't know who you think you are, but pulling this sort of shit off isn't funny."

You grunted and glared at the young teen and took a deep breath. "KWOOOOOOOO"

"Watch out Jotaro! KWOOOOOO" Joseph tackled his grandson to the ground and used his hamon to deflect yours.

"Ah if it isn't Mr Joestar, HA HA HA HA, Oh it's going to be an absolute pleasure taking you out." You cackled at the older gentleman.

Polnareff ran over to Avdol and helped him up while Jotaro dusted himself down and marched up to you and used Star Platinum to hold you down to the ground, you struggled against the invisible grip and grunted and growled knowing you couldn't move against his tight grip. His aqua eyes scanned over your face and that's when he nodded to his grandfather who took the place of Star Platinum to hold you down. Jotaro held your cheeks and Star Platinum brushed your fringe back and right in the centre of your forehead a fleshbud.

"ORA!" Star platinum yanked it out at full force.

"YUCK!" Joseph used a hamon kick to make the fleshbud into dust.

You sat up and held your face like you woke up from a dream and you noticed Avdol.

"Mr Avdol, I am so sorry. I... I was too weak to overcome him..." You rushed to his side and placed your hand on his and bowed in his presence.

"Y/N, Im so sorry you were under his control...how did it happen?" Avdol placed his other hand on yours and looked at you.

"2 years ago, after discovering my hamon powers I began to research my past a little. But I only got so far, the records of my grandfather and before him were gone from all existence. That's when that night I came back to your shop to ask more but Dio was there outside of your shop. standing there in the dimly lit street his skin was so white and eerie looking I was frozen on the spot unable to do anything. His voice was so calm and yet I felt more terrified. The last words I heard before under his control was 'It's ironic that a Hamon user is under my spell.' Mr Avdol I'm so ashamed of myself I let him take over." You hung your head in shame.

"Y/N, I am to blame if I had run the other way that night I could have saved you from that terrible and terrifying encounter. Please don't feel ashamed, he is a terrifying monster." Avdol patted your shoulder "But what matters is now you are safe with us, Y/N these are my friends Mr Joestar, Jotaro and Polnareff, everyone this is Y/N."

Everyone except Jotaro shook your hand and when you approached him with an open hand he smacked it away and walked outside to have a smoke.

"Ah don't mind my grandson Y/N he keeps himself to himself dont take it personally. So you are a Hamon user? I don't understand how that can be. The Hamon race died out a long time ago." Joseph tiled his head in confusion.

"Well I only got to meet grandma Zeppeli once before she passed on but she didn't say anything about Hamon..." You smile at the memory.

"ZEPPELI?! OH MY GOD! Now it all makes sense." He laughed and ruffled your hair and cried a little "My old training partner Ceaser, he's your grandfather... I had a feeling he had a girlfriend on the side back then, heh heh I miss the training days."

Jotaro walked back in and saw you and his grandfather laughing and chatting, he glared even more and pushed you aside. "Don't think that because you're free from Dio's control we can be friends. The others might not see it but I'm still suspicious of you!"

"Jotaro would you calm down, they are actually more connected to us more than you think. Caesar, my old training buddy, was their grandfather...." Joseph folded his arms at his grandson .

"I dont care, I still don't like them." Jotaro glared at you and sat down to join Avdol and Polnareff having a cup of tea.

You put your hands on your hips and shook your head at how disrespectful he was not just to you but to his own flesh and blood.

***Later at the hotel***

There were only 3 rooms available and Polnareff was insistent he had his own room. As much as Joseph was up for sharing with Jotaro, Avdol voted against it and went with him. That ment by default you shared a room with Jotaro, thankfully the room you two were put in had a bunkbed and a bit of space to sit and watch TV. Joseph and Avdol's room were a few doors down from you both. But due to single rooms being smaller Polnareff's room was directly belows yours.

"Good night Mr Joestar, Avdol, Jotaro and Y/N. Hey and you two don't you be fighting all night I need my beauty sleep." The Frenchman spun his key around his finger and headed down to the second floor.

You both glared at the tall haired man but then followed the older gents down the hallway, you stopped with them as Jotaro carried on to the room.

"Ah this is our spot good night Y/N if you need me or Mr Joestar just come on by." Avdol smiled.

Joseph smiled at you both "Now listen up you two, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow so get some rest okay." You smiled and waved them good night before catching up to Jotaro.

"Ugh what a pain..." He gritted his teeth and opened the door knowing tonight was going to be a rough and challenging night.

"Oh wow what a lovely room." You looked all around the room " Ah I want top bunk."

"No top bunk is mine, back off." Jotaro started to climb the ladder

"I called it first." You janked the back of his belt

"Dont touch me...." Jotaro turned around and towered over you and backed you into the wall.

"Ah I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you can have the top bunk just dont hurt me.. " You felt helpless in his icy glare.

He huffed and climbed up the ladder to place down his rucksack while you sank to the floor and sighed with relief and closed your eyes.

PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCH!

Your eyes widened and you looked over and noticed he helped himself to one of the beers in the fridge without asking permission.

"Hey! You should ask before opening that!" You sprung to your feet and pointed at him

"Pfft, I don't need to listen to someone like you." He shrugged and proceeded to bring the can to his lips.

You shook your head in disbelief and held the can "KWOOOOOOOOOO!" you breathed deeply.

You smirked as the liquid inside came out like a big blob and encased itself around your finger and you walked towards the door.

"Oi gimme that back." Jotaro marched up behind you.

"You need to ask permission first..." You smirked more turning the doorknob and the door opened ajar.

Jotaro slammed his hand on the door and forced it to slam again. You looked up at him and you sighed.

"Fine if you really want it back then here take it!" You charged Hamon through the liquid, but due to the force of the Hamon charged it exploded over his jacket and forced him backwards in shock.

"Ugh... oh you are going to pay for that. Star Platinum." Jotaro threw off his jacket and clenched his first and glared at you more.

"Oh you wanna fight then alright. KWOOOOOOOO!" You charged Hamon in your fists and watched him approach you. (ha ha yes he is approaching you lol)

He was getting closer and that's when you smirked knowing you had the upper hand.

"OVERDRIVE!!!!!!" You punched his stomach and he landed on the floor.

You stepped forward and nudged him while he was paralaysed on the floor. He looked up at you and realised how strong you were and gritted his teeth and charged Star Platinum at you and pinned you against the wall which caused you to hurt your back being slammed so suddenly.

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?" Joseph slammed the door opened and saw you pinned against the wall by Star platinum and Jotaro was on the floor stunned by hamon. "Y/N! JOTARO! I WANT AN EXPLANATION NOW!"

You both started to bicker and talked over each other and Joseph held his hand up "I don't want to hear anymore pettiness. You are supposed to be a team. Now stop all this fighting and for the love of hermit purple get some bloody sleep. Avdol and myself could hear you fighting all the way down the hallway. Just be thankful he's not in here otherwise you'd both be sorry. Now make up and get some rest."

Joseph left the room and Jotaro called back his stand and you fell to the floor. " I'm sorry Jotaro, I didn't mean for your jacket to get drenched in beer." You crawled over to him and used Hamon to get rid of his paralysed state before dusting yourself down and standing up.

"Y/N I'm sorry too, are you okay?" Jotaro stood up and looked to the floor not wanting to make eye contact.

"I'll be fine, what about you? I just sent Hamon on your stomach. I hope it didn't leave a mark..." You felt bad and clenched your fists nervously.

"Ah I wouldn't worry about that, the old man is right let's get some sleep, ugh...." Jotaro turned to climb up the bunk bed and that's when he realised his abs felt like a thousand bruises all appeared at once.

He lifted his tank top and saw a huge burn mark left by the Hamon. Your eyes widened and you dashed to the bathroom, you grabbed a face cloth and some badges from the first aid kit and encouraged him to sit down.

"Y/N thank you..." He smiled softly at you.

You nodded and placed the wet cloth on the burn and wrapped the bandage around his waist making sure it was secure.

"There we go all fixed. Again I'm so sorry I've never been in a fight before so I have no idea how strong my powers are really..." You looked down and admitted

"Until today you've...never been in a fight? I...I feel such a dick... Y/N I was so angry hearing you are a Hamon user and letting Dio take over you so easily. I started to blame you for this mess with Dio, but you aren't to blame at all. You were all alone in the dark unable to ask for help, of course you would be terrified.... Y/N I hope you can forgive me." Jotaro looked up at you with such sad eyes.

You nodded " It's okay, Jotaro I forgive you. I understand now why you were so hostile towards me. Friends?" You held out your hand.

He nodded "Friends!" He shook your hand and smiled softly. "Anyway I'm going to sleep now."

"Good night Jotaro." You smile at him.

You turned off the light and switched on the lamp on the table in the corner by your bottom bunk and you smiled and grabbed another beer can and quietly charged Hamon through it and walked over to the bunk bed and smirked while using your powers to make the can float up to him. It nudged his arm and he opened his eyes and shifted towards the edge of the bed and saw you tap your nose and place your finger over your lips.

"Our secret" You whispered

Jotaro smirked and opened the can and took a sip while adjusting himself to look up at the ceiling. You got into the bottom bunk and leaned over to turn off the light, jotaro finished his beer and used Star Platinum to gently place it in the bin. He shifted himself to nestle into bed and that's when his eyes sprung open with the realisation his heart started to race and his cheeks flared up. He tried to shake off the feeling but then he took a deep breath and leaned over the bunk bed railing carefully seeing you sleep soundly and softly, the feelings got stronger and his heart raced even more. He sat back up and closed his eyes and shrugged it off and fell asleep.

*** The next morning***

You and Jotaro went out shopping to get a few bits for breakfast to eat on the train to Luxor, the streets were bustling with vendors on every street and cars drove in the streets. Jotaro was very quiet and you wondered if his injury was worse than you thought.

You looked up at him as he looked forward to the busy street you grew more and more concerned, but you took in his features, his dark hair and his aqua coloured eyes, the more you looked up at him you soon realised you started to blush. You were lost in his beauty and at that moment you were about to open your mouth to ask him if everything was okay but,

"Y/N watch out!" He pushed you into an alleyway

You both landed with a thud and you could hear a truck drive by with police cars chasing after it.

"Y/N are you okay? You aren't hurt are you?" Jotaro held your side.

You blinked a few times and realised that everything happened so quickly, you looked down at your side and saw he was holding onto your waist and saved you from falling onto the ground. You looked up at him and smiled and nodded.

"Ah sorry Jotaro thank you i wasn't paying attention...." You leaned your back against the wall.

He sat next to you and sighed with concern "You did seem a little spaced out, I hope it's not from our fight from last night..."

"Ah no no not at all. We are cool? friends right?" You shyly smiled at him

"Of course Y/N." He smiled back.

He tried to stand up but his hand brushed against yours and he gasped and his face lit up

"Shit sorry I didn't mean..." He was a little flustered.

"Ah, I'm sorry did I hurt your wound?" You looked at his flustered state.

"No, I mean yes, I mean we should get going... yare yare daze..." He slid his body up the wall and he pulled down his hat.

"Jotaro, are you honestly okay?" You tilted your head at him.

"Y/N... " He tipped his hat up and you saw his bright red blush on his cheeks.

"Whoa Jotaro are you...." Your eyes widen and you also blushed seeing him stand there in a shy state.

He looked down and reached for your hand and held onto it softly blushing like crazy and pouting the entire time.

"Y/N yes I am. anyway we should go..." he held your hand a little tighter and walked beside you.

You smiled and enjoyed the feeling of his warm hand holding yours so softly.

"Ah Y/N I never got to thank you properly for fixing me up last night." He smiled at you, his eyes shining with joy.

You waved your other hand as you were nearing the end of the alleyway "You don't need to do anything Jot..."

He leaned to your side and placed a soft kiss on your cheek he smiled and then within minutes you were back in the streets, your face was beaming red.

"Oh there you two are.... Oh?! O la la~" Polnareff noticed you both holding hands " Tres bien! Oooooohhh wait until Mr Joestar and Avdol hear about this!"

"Ah don't you dare tell Mr Avdol!" You pouted at him

"You dare tell the old man.... I'll never hear the end of it..." Jotaro pointed at him.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH~ Hey Mr Joestar Avdol guess what!" Polnareff started to run up to the train station.

"Polnareff! get back here!" You ran beside Jotaro and chased the Frenchman

"Yare yare daze..." Jotaro sighed and used Star Platinum to trip him up.

You both looked down at the Frenchman and pointed at him.

"You say anything about us to the old man or Avdol and I swear your head will be as smooth as a baby's butt got it!" Jotaro glared down at him.

"And I'll use Hamon to make sure it doesn't grow back. got it!" You huffed at him.

"Ahhh yep got it.. got it... ha ha ha.." Polnareff gulped and nervously giggled.

"Good." Jotaro smirked.

"Glad we agreed on something eh Jotaro." You laugh.

You both giggle as you board the train with Joseph and Avdol confused why Polnareff is on the ground.

THE END!

[icollectyoursins]

Muhammad Avdol SFW/Not SFW headcanons

Misfortune26 asked for this on AO3 and who am I do deny them! 

Like always, I tried my best to keep this gender neutral. Please tell me if there’s any ways I can improve! I’d be happy to hear your thoughts!

DISCLAIMER Please don’t do any of the more dangerous stuff on your own (ie. wax play, fire play, shibari even, depending on how far you go). They can be extremely dangerous and in the case of wax play, there are specific candles you can buy for sexual pleasure. DO NOT USE A REGULAR CANDLE. And with fire play, you must be with a partner if you’re just starting out and, hell, even if you’re experienced. It’s hard to put out a large fire when you are the large fire. Also keep in mind that everyone’s skin reacts differently to different stimulus, always test it safely before you get into an actual scene with fire play. Do your research. It does not take long to go into google and find out the dangers of edge play or any kind of play for that matter. Thank you.

-Sin

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WARNGINGS: Blow jobs under a desk, wax play, cock warming, massages with a happy ending, light shibari mention, fire play, fun dates with Avdol, brief mention of wine tasting, general wholesomeness with Avdol.

Word Count: 1981

SFW

Avdol is so sweet. He loves energizing or exciting dates, so he’ll likely take you out to a new restaurant with cuisine he’s never heard of and then go to the park or something along those lines; something fun and exciting. Or to festivals! Carnivals too. 

He’d ask Joseph and Polnareff where to take you to have more fun, but they only offer romantic things or things that are out of his comfort zone, so he resorts to asking Jotaro, who tells him the aquarium is always nice. Or a walk down the street to find new vendors and such.

He settles on taking you to the aquarium and list off what he knows about fish that he’s learned from Jotaro that he thinks will impress you. You impress him even more by telling him something he doesn’t know. His favourite part is seeing you smile at him. And the stingrays. Definitely the stingrays.

If there’s a tunnel to go through, he will 100% memorize the way the light looks on your skin. The way it compliments your hair and dances in your eyes. Breathtaking. He pulls you into a soft kiss, brushing your hair out of your face and holding you close. Then, he’s glued to your hip the rest of the tour.

LOVES wine tastings. He doesn’t get too drunk, what are you talking about? Giggles every time you smile at him. You just make him happy.

When at home, you share the chores. He’ll do the ones you don’t want to do, and you can do what he doesn’t want to do (I mean, he’s okay to do whatever, but you’ve gotta make it fair, right?)

He loves when you make him breakfast or tea in the morning. Usually, he’s the one to get up early and make things, but on the days when he sleeps in more than you (which is usually on the weekends) you get up and make him some eggs and toast with grilled mushrooms (I hate them, but he looks like a heathen who loves mushrooms.) God, his heart just bursts. He’d walk into the kitchen and wrap his arms around your waist as you’re putting stuff on the plate, peppering your face and neck with kisses.

Like I said, Avdol loves trying new things, and that comes through in his cooking especially which may or may not end in some disasters. He tried to cook a zucchini pasta-thing and… well, you didn’t think they were supposed to be black. Or, that one time he tried to flambe something, which, for someone whose whole thing is fire you’d think would be easy. The first attempt was less than successful, but with plenty of practice, he finally got it and then tried to teach you!

He’s so warm. Everything about him either warms you physically or just warms your heart. He flashes you a smile while you’re talking with friends and you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. 

And on the colder days, he’ll give you his jacket or pull you into a large hug and keep you there until you’re warm. Kissing the top of your head or your cheeks. Or even your nose, if you’ll let him! Kiss him the same way and you will receive the heartiest, most wholesome laugh. 

On the couch, you don’t even need to ask, he’ll just pull you into him and kiss you until you fall asleep or start getting a little handsy.

His kisses are so nice. So soft and loving. Addicting in the best way. He’ll always rest his hand on the small of your back, pushing you further into him. He loves to interrupt you while you’re talking because he knows you can’t resist kissing him back. And he loves the look on your face when you lose your train of thought. If you’re feeling brave, pull him in for another one and you might have to make a b-line for the bedroom.

NSFW

He’s usually sweet and soft with you, taking great care in making sure you both get what you want out of it. Gives you the sweetest orgasms you have ever had. His warm hands feeling all over you, caressing you, the soft kisses on your chest and face. The feel of his breath on your neck as he whispers into your ear. If there were ever a man to make you feel loved, it’s this one. 

He prefers to be dominant in the bedroom but Avdol will always take care of you. He will always make sure you’re enjoying it and check-in he thinks he’s gone too far. You know that, but sometimes. My god. This man loves to tease you in the loveliest way. His fingers feel so nice on you. Every time he touches you, you feel as though you have no choice but to give in and let him do whatever. 

He’s a very traditional man, so I don’t think he’s super into oral, but he’s open to whatever you want. If he’s feeling a little extra, he’ll make you sit under his desk with his cock in your mouth while he’s doing work or something. 

     Avdol leaned back and look down at your face, sweaty, eyes back in your skull, mouth stretched out over his girth. He runs his hand through your hair and pulls you back a little, watching your eyes focus on him again. He grins, then pushes you back down until your nose is flush with his crotch.

     “I’ve got a call with Mr. Joestar in a few minutes. Do you think you can last a little longer?” Through tears, you look up at him with those beautiful eyes, move your tongue just oh so slightly and he’s weak. How can he keep you from what you want? He sighs, letting out a deep chuckle that makes your core buzz with excitement. “You have 5 minutes, my love. Make it quick. You don’t want me to be late, do you?”

     You moan as he pulls his hips back before thrusting them in again. You could make him cum in 5 minutes, right?

He isn’t a lazy lover, I swear, but he would love to watch Magician’s Red pound you into the mattress while he, again, does work. He’s a busy man! But watching his stand rake it’s claws down your back and push you further into the bed while you beg for him (Avdol) to fuck you. It does something to him. (He can control the temperature of MR, so don’t worry about burning yourself.) 

Cockwarming. He loves it. He can feel you close to him, get some work done and then fuck you all at the same time? He makes you sit on his lap, face buried in his neck while he writes something for Mr. Joestar, or does a tarot reading for you. He’ll pull out literally any card and tell you it means you’ve done something you shouldn’t have. 

     “Have you been bad, my love?” You frantically shake your head no. “I’m not sure I believe you. Let’s see what the cards say.” You feel him reach forward, cock moving inside you. He then leans back and clicks his tongue. Shaking his head as he talks, “No, no, no. This won’t do at all.”

     You whine into his neck, kissing him fervently to try and gain his favour. “Please. I’ve been good. I promise.”

     “Shh, shh. I believe you, but…” he puts the card down, “I need more proof, don’t you think?” You lean back to look at him, confused and desperate. He laughs warmly, making a pleasant feeling coarse through you. Then, he stands up, holding on to you carefully, making sure he doesn’t slip out and puts you on the desk. “You can be good, right?”

Loves to tie you up. Gets a nice-looking brown rope and ties your arms so they’re flush against your chest and then ties your legs open. He’s into the more aesthetically pleasing aspects of shibari. Also a fan of tying your feet and hands together so you’re ass is in the air and face in the mattress. 

If he’s feeling more tame, he prefers missionary so he can see your face when he hits that spot that makes you wild. He thrusts into you with slow, practiced and methodical moves of his hips. 

God, and when you ask him to move faster. Oh, does it drive him wild. On his more sassy days, he’ll just slow down more.

Avdol is a little more hesitant to admit this, but he’s got a thing for candle wax. Tie his arms up and drip it down his chest. Ohhh. He is rock fucking hard. One of the few times he shuts up in the bedroom, normally he’s really talkative, telling you you’re doing a good job, but he just can’t think straight. 

But wait! There’s more! He loves to give massages with a happy ending, as well as receiving. Those warm, slightly rough hands rubbing all over your back with some nice smelling oil, down to your ass and then he starts kneading into it. Maybe slipping a finger or two down there. 

Look, Muhammad Avdol just loves to make his partner feel good. What can I say? He’s literally almost perfect.

Now, when I got a suggestion for fire play I was a little taken aback. But, after some research, I have learned something about myself and, of course, about Avdol. For starters, I don’t think he would be into whipping/flogging, especially when it’s on fire. It would take a lot of convincing. That being said, if it was safe enough, he would be more than happy to light your hand on fire. Or your ass.

He would make sure you two had taken every precaution to make sure you don’t get hurt and he got a special burn moisturizer, just in case anything happens.

You’re on your knees, naked, waiting for your next command from the man before you. Avdol pours something into a bowl, then adds some cotton balls. He smiles at you, confident and kind. 

“If it hurts, tell me. I’ll put it out. The only thing you should be feeling is a tingle.” You nodded your head, understanding what he said. He had gone over what to do if it went out of control since you brought the idea up to him a few weeks ago and both of you had been studying up to make sure you were both safe. 

Avdol picks up one of the cotton balls and walks over to you. He holds out his free hand, motioning for you to put yours in it. You do so. He bends down to kiss it before lowering the cotton to your hand, rubbing it around your palm, then putting it back into the bowl. He tells you one more time what to do after 3 seconds. 

“Use your other hand and clap, or dust it off. If it gets out of hand, I’ll step in. Now, are you ready?” You nod again, smiling up at him. You were more excited than you should be considering your palm was about to be lit on fire. 

He summons Magicians Red, who lets out a screech, then pets your face with a clawed hand. They both smile at you. Magicians Red lights a single finger and brings it down onto your hand. 

You gasp at the sensation. Avdol was right. It does tingle. It almost tickles. You can feel the pleasure building in your gut. 3 seconds go by too quickly and you put it out with your other hand.

“How do you feel? Good, I hope.” He examines your hand, checking to see if anything burned. You smile and pull him into a kiss. He gently cups your face before pulling back. “In that case. Turn around.”

[jjba-hell]

Fate and Fortune

I don’t know if this can be classified as Part 2.5 or Part 3... y’know let’s go with Part 3

Content warnings: pretty mild if not for the ominous feel, abandonment themes and some possible PTSD, nightmares and sleep paralysis (implied but not mentioned) and maybe some blood but not gore or violence.

So the big explanation I’m putting down for this one is that Vera holds the Wheel of Fortune as her stand- as I’ve said, my canon now, the one in canon do not exist ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ. I’ll probably elaborate on how it works later, for now- you’re getting breadcrumbs -w-

For the lovely @risottoneroo (please lemme know if I should cool it with the tagging lol (*´ω｀*)

Part 1

Part 2

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It had been a few months since the incident in the place Vera once called home. Sitting at a café, overlooking the river Nile, Avdol and Vera had just polished off a pot of tea together. It was somewhat a celebratory brunch, Muhammed Avdol had won custody over Vera Astbury- the big benefactor that was sponsoring her schooling abroad being what won the courts over in his favor.

“So, who is this oh so generous benefactor?” She asked as she brought the cup to her lips once more- hoping she was veiling her distaste at being shipped to a boarding school in the following months well enough behind polite banter. If this idea was Avdol’s or the benefactor’s idea, she was still unsure- but her reluctance remained.

“You’ll meet Mr Joestar as soon as he returns for business in England. You really don’t have to break your head about who he is until then. I’ll keep you updated.”

Avdol had a tendency to avoid speaking on the court processions for her custody. She’d been upset by both her families’ reluctance to take her in at her time of need, the bags she’d packed to be shipped to one them, standing in Avdol’s living room for one too many weeks. Until he cleared a room for her and asked her to unpack.

The smile tugged at the corner of her lips without her knowing. Avdol caught the gesture and calmly placed his cup of tea back in its saucer. “And now I wonder- what could have made my answer so amusing?”

Vera shrugged as she swirled the stray tea leaves around the bottom of her cup. “For a moment you sounded like my dad-“ her smile slid off her face as the tea leaves settled.

Divination by tea leaves was something she’d laughed at when Avdol first taught her about it but now- with all her readings, even the ones she did unintentionally as practice to get a feel for how much tea she needed to move the tea leaves around- all ended in the same black dog figure stalking the bottom edges of her cup.

To her, it felt as though she was plunged ankle deep into the tea in the bottom of the cup, as though the image mirroring her own grief and fear in the tea leaves would consume her as well.

A graceful brown hand stretched over the mouth of the cup, obstructing her view of the leaves.

“You know better than to read into your predictions now. You need to grieve first.”

Vera’s gaze met Avdol’s across the table, the concerned frown on his face enough to remind her that she wasn’t completely alone.

“Would you have me organise a psychologist at the boarding school for you?” He sighed as he withdrew his hand from her cup.

She chuckled and cringed at the same time. “I appreciate you looking out for me but I am not looking forward to leaving.”

“I know, Vera. But whatever or whoever was after you hopefully won’t leave Egypt for you. And… now don’t look at me like that. No matter how desperately you want revenge, you’re much too young to go out and look for that kind of trouble.”

Vera reverted her scowl to a smirk, she wasn’t going to fight him, the last thing she wanted was to seem ungrateful for what he was doing for her. “Watch out Avdol- if you let me get too far under your skin, I’ll give you grey hairs.”

His eyebrow shot up as he folded his hands into his robe sleeves- “You underestimate my tolerance, Vera. I know you jest most of the time, even if its just a way for you to cope.”

Vera’s words caught in her throat- the clever retort gone before she could give it some voice. With a clear of her throat she folded her hands on the table. “Perceptive. I’ll keep quite then, I know when I’m outwitted.”

“I thought so.” Avdol chuckled, signalling the waiter for the bill.

Living with Avdol had turned into an agreeable co-habitation, a bit of an adjustment for both of them but she felt safe under Avdol’s protection.

In terms of basic necessity she was well taken care of- physchologically she was still struggling.

To Vera, the development of her stand did the exact opposite to what she felt like it was supposed to do- or at least what Avdol had told her it would do. Instead of manifesting her own strength, she felt more vulnerable.

Avdol had shown his own stand to her once he realized she had some control over her own. Magician’s Red radiated an intense heat that felt like it would suffocate her if he left them out in the room too long. They were considerably larger and more opaque than her stand- intense glare matching their user’s.

“I call them Magician’s Red,” Avdol had explained. “You will find the name for your stand soon, I’m sure.” At the time she shrugged off her own ability as useless. She was just a bit more lucky whenever she hovered her stand’s extended hand over a dice. She couldn’t image her stand setting having any more power than that- the envy of seeing Magician’s Red starting the bonfire outside one evening making itself evident.

To Vera, her stand only hovered a few inches above the her bed’s edge, cross-legged like a cat watching her struggle to make her limbs move or violently jerk herself out of a nightmare. It only let her feel guilty as she playfully stole a win from Avdol in a game of cards. Only a few weeks later she realized her stand could do more than steal luck.

“Ahhh shit.”

Avdol’s head popped in around the corner at her cradling her bleeding palm over the kitchen sink.

“What happened.”

“I dropped the knife and caught it at the blade.”

Avdol cringed as he ducked back into the hallway. “I’m getting the first aid kit.”

She pulled the unplugged the water in the other sink and turned the water on to run over her wound.

Without warning her stand emerged and took hold of her hand out of the water.

The dial that replaced their wrists twisted as they hovered their palm over hers.

Obstructed for a moment, Vera couldn’t figure out what was going on until the blood drops in the sink disappeared. For a moment she thought the water had rinsed it away but as her stand’s hand moved away from hers the wound in her hand was gone. Not even a scab left in its place.

“Now THAT is a useful trick.” Avdol laughed as her stand de-materialized, Vera turning her hand in front of her in disbelief.

Time and Fortune moved in tandem to one another- at least that was what her stand had her believe. Like time marched beside the changing seasons of the world, time was tied to the Wheel of Fortune.

On her last day in Egypt, Vera sat across Muhammed on the rooftop of his home.

“I see you’ve gotten a good grip on summoning your stand.” He hummed at her stand hovering just over her right shoulder. “Their presence is strong, much less translucent than it used to be.”

Between them sat a tarot deck she had bought on a whim- it’s maker had gingerly opened the box and let her run her hands through the cards, it’s irredescent gold beauty captivating her.

“How much?” She said as she pulled her wallet from her bag.

It was her very own deck and now- with the cards already shuffled and placed face down between them for a reading, she was ready to start her first reading with them.

“Let’s hope there’s not a Death Card for this reading.” Avdol sighed.

She smiled, spreading the cards out onto the dealing mat. With her intent set, she picked two cards- a card that would represent what she had to leave behind and a card that would name her stand.

The first card was flipped and the smug smile on Avdol’s face was all she needed to see.

Six of Swords reversed- “the Resistence to transition.”

Her gaze shot up at the cocky bastard, Vera groaning in frustration. “Yeah yeah yeah, I need to stop fighting my relocation.”

In defiance she flipped the second card and to no surprise the Wheel of Fortune card looked back at her.

“I wish I could say I was surprised.” She sighed.

Avdol chuckler quietly, “So how do you refer to them in your mind?”

Vera shrugged as she put her cards back together. “I just keep calling them Fortune in my head.” Her gaze looked her own stand over- it wasn’t particularly impressive, looking like painted terracotta stacked in disks to make up a body not too different in shape from her own.

“Suits them.”

With a heavy sigh Avdol rose up and guided her down the stairs where her bags and the Speedwagon foundation security stood waiting for her.

She assumed her benefactor must have been a higher up within said foundation if he was going this far to make sure she got the boarding school safely.

Vera rolled her window down and peered up at Avdol, a bitter smile on her face as she sat in the car and he remained standing outside.

“Don’t call me and tell me you’re lonely, this was your idea.” She taunted.

He rolled his eyes and then folded his hands over his forearms.

“I was hesitant to tell you this before but I think its fair you know.” He started and the words that followed had Vera floored.

“You’re the first person I’ve ever met to survive a stand fever. Keep that in mind before you think you’re too weak to go on your own.”

Vera’s widened gaze couldn’t look away from his face, as if her next blink was going to make him disappear before her very eyes.

“You’re serious? The first?”

That same sadness returned to Avdol’s eyes, but a mismatched smile returned briefly as he straightened up once again and with a fold of his hands into his sleeves said: “Don’t let that information go to your head.”

Vera smiled back, watching the window roll up between them and Avdol become smaller in the rear windscreen.

“Oh, this talk is far from over Muhammed Avdol.”

[cheemerthelizard]

Nothing Else Like it: Chapter 2

“Yorokobi, you’re going so soon?” Holly asked.

“Yeah,” Yorokobi answered as she headed out the door. “It’s the only way to avoid Jojo’s fangirls.”

“Well, before you go, give your mom a goodbye kiss,” Holly chirped. The two kissed each other on the cheek and gave one another a tight hug.

“I love you, Mom!” Yorokobi yelled as she left for school. “I’ll see you later!”

“I love you, too, Yorokobi!” Holly called. “Have fun at school!”

Yorokobi and Holly waved to each other for as long as possible, until they reached the horizon.

***

“I’m telling you, man, this is a bad idea,” a boy whispered to his friend. “She looks sweet and all, but she’s not weak.”

“Oh, come on,” the other boy whispered back. “She looks like the type of girl that will do anything if you annoy her about it enough. I’ll just have to do that.” And with that, he got out of the bushes the two were hiding in, and walked up to Yorokobi.

“Hey, girlie,” the boy purred, putting his hand on the wall behind her. “Wanna go to my party tomorrow?”

“Um, I’m good, actually. Thank you, though,” Yorokobi answered.

“Aw, come on,” the boy smirked. “You know you want to.”

“I know I don’t, actually,” Yorokobi continued. “I’m sorry if that disappointed you.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” the boy replied. He put his other arm across the wall, trapping Yorokobi in between them. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“No means no,” she stated, a little firmer than she had been before.

“Well, I’ll change that no to a yes in no time,” the boy cooed. “I won’t let you get to class until you-”

Suddenly, Yorokobi swung her entire arm at him. He saw it glow with a strange yellow light, and he flew further back than most guys could send him.

“Hey, idiot,” Yorokobi snapped, “when I say no, I mean no. Now get lost.”

The boy did exactly what Yorokobi told him to, quickly getting up and running away.

“So you’re Yorokobi Kujo,” a different boy’s voice said.

“Yes, that’s me,” Yorokobi answered. She turned around to see the face of the new boy, a tall figure with red hair. Not ginger, a real red. “And don’t worry, I won’t hurt you unless you give me reason to.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,” the boy chuckled. “You’re the sister of Jotaro, right?”

“I’m nothing like him, I swear,” Yorokobi laughed. “What’s your name?”

“Noriaki Kakyoin,” he answered. “Of course, that won’t be important for long.”

“What?”

Kakyoin’s eyes darkened as a green creature formed behind him. “All I need is a tool to help defeat Jotaro, and you’re the perfect one.”

***

“Jojo!” Yorokobi exclaimed. She burst open the doors to the nurse’s office, breathing heavily. “A Stand! A Stand attempted to attack me!”

“What?” Jotaro asked. “Where? Where is it now?” He grabbed Yorokobi by the collar, holding her up to his face. Yorokobi grinned, but not with her usual grin. It was darker, in a way.

“It’s already here, Jojo,” she replied, almost monotone. She kicked Jotaro in the stomach, sending a shock of Hamon through him.

“What was that for, Yorokobi?” Jotaro asked.

“How did I know you were in the nurse’s office?” Yorokobi asked back. “It’s because I’ve been watching you. Not Yorokobi…”

“But me, Noriaki Kakyoin!” Kakyoin proclaimed.

“Kakyoin?” Jotaro exclaimed.

“Yes,” Kakyoin replied. “My Stand, Hierophant Green, is currently possessing the body of Yorokobi. He’s in there, and he won’t leave.”

“Not until you’re defeated, Jojo!” Yorokobi shouted. She went again for another kick, this time to the face, but was blocked this time. However, while Jotaro was blocking her kick, she punched him in the gut again, with more Hamon than before.

If she wasn’t my sister, I would be able to kiss her in order to get my Stand’s teeth close enough to Hierophant’s head, Jotaro thought. Unfortunately, I’m not kissing Yorokobi even if it kills her. I’ll have to think of something else.

“Hesitant to hurt me, Jojo?” Yorokobi taunted. “Are you afraid to kill your sister?” She sent another Hamon-filled roundhouse kick straight to his face.

“I’m not afraid to make you bleed if I must,” Jotaro huffed. “Kakyoin, do you really not know how siblings work? I’ll do anything shy of killing her.” He summoned his Stand, which reached inside of Yorokobi’s mouth, and yanked Hierophant out.

“So this sleazy Stand is Hierophant Green,” Jotaro chuckled. “It looks like a shiny melon. Maybe its head can be crushed just like a melon, too.”

Yorokobi, finally free of Hierophant’s grasp, saw a brief vision of Kakyoin on the windowsill, Jotaro right in front of her, and Hierophant firmly in her brother’s Stand’s hands. However, she could see Hierophant getting ready for his next attack, with a green liquid coming out of his palms. I wonder what that tastes like, she thought, before promptly passing out and plopping on the ground.

***

Yorokobi groaned a little bit, and slowly opened her eyes. She could feel constant bumping, like someone was walking with her in their arms. Looking down, she could see the ground moving, and the back of Jotaro’s coat.

“I’m awake, Jojo.”

“Good.” Jotaro let go of her legs and let her fall to the ground headfirst. “I was getting tired of carrying two people at once.”

“Two people?”

“Yeah. I’m taking Kakyoin home so we can question him about Dio.”

“Good idea. So, it looks like Dio really has made it so we have to hunt him down, huh?”

“Yup. And I don’t like it one bit.”

“You’ll be fine. I’m sure Toto can do the job.”

Jotaro glared at Yorokobi. She replied with a grin.

“If we’re calling him anything, it’s absolutely not Toto,” Jotaro told her. “However, it looks like you’re right. I’m gonna have to get more attached to this guy. I’ll think of a name when we get home.”

“You better.”

The two walked the rest of the way in silence, until their house was on the horizon.

“Jotaro!” Holly exclaimed. “Why are you carrying a boy with you, and why is he covered in blood? Don’t tell me…”

“He did it to protect me, Mom,” Yorokobi reassured her. “Don’t worry.”

“Oh…” Holly said. “Well… that’s good! I wouldn’t want either of my babies getting hurt.”

“I’m not your ‘baby’,” Jotaro growled.

“Okay!” Holly chimed. While Jotaro walked away, Yorokobi turned back to her mom and shrugged.

When the two arrived in the tea room, Jotaro laid Kakyoin down on the floor. Joseph revealed that Kakyoin was being brainwashed by a little thing in his head called a flesh bud, and that he would die in a couple of days. Jotaro, saying he wasn’t dead, summoned his Stand to attempt pulling the flesh bud out of there.

“Jojo, what are you doing?” Yorokobi exclaimed. “You could die!”

“He could die, too,” Jotaro replied, far too calm for the situation. “I can’t have that happening. I still need to thank him for keeping you alive.”

Keeping me alive? Yorokobi thought. What happened while I was passed out?

Although Kakyoin woke up halfway through the removal process, Jotaro succeeded in saving the boy’s life. After it was all over, he started to leave the room.

“Why?” Kakyoin asked. “Why did you risk your life to save me?”

Jotaro looked back, and grabbed the top of the doorway. “When you were talking about Hierophant Green after I had gotten him out of Yorokobi, you said that he would get angry if he was forced out of his small spaces. You said he hurt Yorokobi because of that, and I saw in your eyes you weren’t just talking up your powers. Yorokobi could have been heavily injured, or even dead. And yet, when I checked on her after you were finished off, she was unharmed. I don’t know why, but you spared her, and I needed to return the favor.”

So that’s what this was all about, Yorokobi thought to herself, smiling. Holly came in and patched up Kakyoin’s head while Yorokobi sat right next to him on the floor.

“Does it hurt?” she asked. Kakyoin looked over.

“Huh? No, I’m fine,” he said. “Thank you, though.”

“I have a little technique to get it to stop hurting,” Yorokobi continued. “It works really well, and it doesn’t inconvenience me at all.”

“Well,” Kakyoin admitted, “it does hurt a little. It’s like a dull headache, if that helps.”

“Ooh, I don’t know if I can help with headaches, but I can try,” Yorokobi replied. She gently put her hands on the top of Kakyoin’s head, and breathed deeply. Sparks started to appear from her fingertips, and they travelled to Kakyoin. He noticed a slight tingling, but for the most part, it just warmed him, and made the pain go away.

“It numbs the hurt spot,” Yorokobi explained, “while also filling that spot with a gentle warmth that just feels nice. You won’t be able to feel your forehead for a while, but it should help. Tell me if it starts hurting again.”

“Okay,” Kakyoin nodded. It was then that both of them noticed Holly and Joseph arguing about the Japanese way of doing things, and how Holly wanted to be called Seiko. Yorokobi chuckled.

“It’s just the way family goes, I guess,” she sighed with a small smile. “We love each other, but we just can’t stop getting on each other’s nerves.” She stood back up, and left the tea room, wandering about outside.

“What’s with that smile of yours?” Jotaro asked.

“Hm?” Yorokobi replied. “Oh. I don’t know, really. I guess it’s just that we saved a life today.”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“Fine. You saved a life today. But I did help him out afterward.”

Jotaro shrugged. “Fine. Whatever makes you feel good.”

And after a nice dinner, and a long rest, the next day had begun. Both Kujos were determined that today they were certainly going to school, and not getting mixed up in any weird Stand business.

“Mom!” Yorokobi called out. “I’m going to school now!”

That was weird. Holly was usually right at the door when Yorokobi was leaving. If she wasn’t there, then something was wrong.

“Mom? What’s the matter?” Yorokobi shouted. She had searched all throughout the house, but Holly still wasn’t anywhere to be found. That is, until she came across the kitchen, finding her mother passed out in front of the fridge.

“Mom!” she exclaimed. “Oh no, Mom’s fainted! Granddad! Jojo! Mr. Avdol!”

All three of them ran to Yorokobi’s distressed cries, then rushed to Holly’s side.

“I-I-I-I c…” she took a shallow breath, “came in h-here, a-a-a-and she… Mom was…”

“Don’t worry, Miss Yorokobi,” Avdol reassured her. “We’ll help her. You should… probably leave the room. We might say some things that would distress you even more.”

Yorokobi nodded, and left the room. However, she hid behind the doorway. What do they mean, distress her even more? She was strong and independent. Even if her mother was fainted, she could pull through, right?

“She… only has fifty days,” Avdol said. From behind the door, Yorokobi gasped. Inside the room, the men heard fast-paced, heavy footsteps coming from outside.

“She heard,” Jotaro sighed.

As Kakyoin walked past one of the rooms, he heard heavy sobs coming from inside. When he looked in, he saw Yorokobi, curled up in a ball, alone.

“Yorokobi!” he exclaimed. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whimpered, still in the ball. “It’s just… my mom. I’m worried about her. They said she has fifty days left.”

“Oh, Yorokobi, I’m so sorry,” Kakyoin consoled. He walked up and sat down by her side, picking her up and hugging her. “I know it must be hard to hear that. Do you know what’s causing this?”

“No, I don’t,” Yorokobi mumbled. “She’s going to die and I can’t do anything.”

“Not true,” Jotaro interrupted. He gave Kakyoin a glare that Yorokobi didn’t see, and Kakyoin knew to let go of her. “Turns out, this is Dio’s doing. She fainted from a Stand that she couldn’t handle the strength of. Our destination is Egypt.”

Yorokobi sniffled. “We can save her?”

Jotaro nodded. “Well, are you coming or not, Kakyoin?”

“Me?” Kakyoin asked. “Yes, I’m coming.”

“Then come on,” Jotaro beckoned for him to follow. “We leave right now. And Yorokobi.”

The girl looked up.

“His name is Star Platinum.”

[violetsinviolence]

avdol of course

oh sammy you’ve done it now, get ready for absolute chaos <3

First impression

When my friend Ash first told me about Avdol, he was like “oh you’d kin Polnareff and you’d really like his boyfriend Avdol.” And I was like absolutely not, Jojo’s isn’t my cup of tea! Grown men fighting? Gn <3 HOWEVER I did think Avdol was very very pretty when I first saw him! He seemed like such a gentleman and I was like “oh he’d take care of me <3″

Impression now

OH MY DEAR LORD I’M IN LOVE LOVE LOVE WITH THIS MAN!!! I’ve never, literally NEVER been so in love with a specific character. Like my first cc of all time was Levi Ackerman from AOT and dude, dude NOTHING compares to how much I love Avdol. He’s such an incredible character with so much wasted potential, he’s selfless and kind, but also cocky and hot-headed!!!!!!! Araki and I are about to fucking fight behind a denny’s parking lot because he did my mans DIRTY. D I R T Y!!!!!!! it’s homophobic and i’m suing gn.

Favorite moment

ALL OF THEM. ALL OF THEM. ALL OF THEM. A-

if I have to pick just one though, my favorite is the scene specifically from the OVA where Polnareff and Avdol reunite after their death and the fucking HUG. THE GOD DAMN HUG AND THE WAY POLNAREFF JUST CLINGS TO HIM AND AVDOL CLINGS BACK AND THERE’S JUST SO MUCH PURE UNADULTERATED LOVE IN THAT SINGLE GESTURE????? I WANT SOMEONE TO HUG ME LIKE THAT. 

In conclusion, your honor they are in love.

My other favorite moment is Avdol holding Iggy :3 I love them they’re so good together what the FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK 

Idea for a story

I have. so, so so many ideas it’s ridiculous. I’ve got so much brine rot and so many story ideas. UHHHHHHHHH one that’s Avdol-centric is a character study on how he’d react if he was the one to survive instead of Polnareff. Avdol’s selfless to a fault, imagine how awful he’d feel if he couldn’t save his friend (and boyfriend, they’re dating cause I said so).

Unpopular opinion

Idk if this counts as an unpopular opinion or not BUT Avdol’s first death should have been his final death. Like if they were going to kill him, I’d rather they’d have only done it once. Like killing him, bringing him back, and then killing him again just defeats the purpose of his original death. It didn’t hit quite as fucking hard as him dying because of Polnareff (people who say Avdol died twice because of him is wrong and I will fight tooth and nail against anyone who says otherwise.) and Polnareff growing better from it. Avdol’s not just a character growth person, but Polnareff’s growth becomes negated when you just bring him back and kill him again. 

Avdol deserved better and if he was gonna die, he should have died with respect instead of just being voided out of existence.

Favorite relationship

If you can’t tell, it’s very very much Avpol. I love their dynamic so so fucking much dude. The way they’re at each other’s throats, in the beginning, bickering and arguing only to realize they need each other once Avdol “dies”. It hits Polnareff so fucking hard dude, your best friend and the love of your life dying because of your fucking mistake? He genuinely gets so fucking heartbroken to the point that he willingly stops fighting as the clay dolls are eating him because he feels so fucking guilty, this is his punishment for hurting the people he loves. AND THEN AVDOL’S ALIVE AND POLNAREFF CAN’T BE HAPPIER

“The third wish, just the third one came true.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? THEY’RE MADE FOR EACH OTHER, SOULMATES ARE REAL AND IT’S THEM. The way they communicate and interact with one another is incredible, Avdol treats Polnareff as an equal and not just a comedic relief that everyone else sees him as. Avdol and Polnareff are opposite in a lot of ways but also similar and it’s just.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i’m kissing them both please I love my boys.

Favorite headcanon

TRANSIFICATION BEAM!!! Someone on tiktok gave the hc that Avdol is genderfluid and I cannot stop thinking about it thank you gn.

I also really like the hc that he’s got a lot of burn scars on his hands and arms from when he was younger and learning to control Red, that shit FUCKS dude.

Also also, Avdol being a doctor or at least medically trained in some way makes my brine itch.

Honestly, I can get behind 99% of hcs because I just love him so so much.

Especially Sammy’s hcs, thank u king for putting up w/ all my rambling ilysm <3

[strawberry-metal]

Ok ok, I’ll do one more unmasking and let you guys see the apology segments because honestly? I think her owning up and apologizing is just as important as her exploding like that.

Once again, all parts are from an au rp with @kazekothestrange​ Also to answer your question, anon. Kazeko is one of @kazekothestrange‘s ocs. She’s a hamon user and is the medic of the group, she is also Avdol’s love interest. All those big ass bloody wounds everyone gets in like every episode but somehow recover from the very next? That’s from Kazeko using her hamon to heal their wounds. Joseph can’t use his own hamon like that because he’s... too damn old. XD

Note though that Shanna is... kind of bad at apologizing but shes trying. This post also contains more references to how Shanna used to act prior to meeting Jotaro! Also contains some Tsundere Shanna, heh.

Also no, Jotaro hasn’t confessed yet, but their feelings are painfully obvious lol. They’re both mostly aware the other has feelings for the other, but they’re still scared to confess, mostly because danger keeps finding them.

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Apologizing to the SDC:

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Shanna: For fuck's sake. I'm still mad at him but I couldn't help but worry more than be mad so I had to come back. The moron is making everyone worry again....*she jumps down* LISTEN UP! I'M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE SO-!

Rose: Isn't there something else you should say first!?

Shanna: Oh my gooooooosh this is why I didn't want to come back, I didn't want to deal with you or you! *she gestures to Rose and Joseph* ...I'm not gonna apologize for feeling betrayed or getting mad at Rose, got it!? ....I will however apologize for my...*she folds her arms across her chest and looks away, as if this is hard for her to do* For picking fights and showing attitude. There was a big misunderstanding and I took it out on you guys. I'm mad about something else now but that doesn't concern you guys so....uh.....sorry....

Holly: *its not the best apology but shes trying, so she appreciates it* ...But you mostly came back for Jotaro, hm? ^^

Shanna: Tch. I know him well enough to know that he shuts himself off from everyone when he gets upset, and I KNOW hes upset. *she sighs* Honestly.

Rose: *she opens her mouth to say shes no better but quickly stops, knowing it'll just make Shanna more angry at her*

Joseph: *he gives Rose a pat on the back, and steps towards Shanna* I know how hard it can be to apologize. Especially when you feel like you were wronged. So thanks for that. *he smiles warmly at her* .. Sorry for almost accepting your challenge.

Shanna: ....*she closes her eyes and grins* I would of won anyway old timer! Heh!

Joseph: ... *he snorts, and grins right back* Ha! Don't you bet on it.

Kazeko: *she softly smiles from the background. At the very least, she doesn't seem angry with Joseph anymore. That's good*

Shanna: *she steps back and points at the crowd* Now listen up everyone! I'll only say this once! I am Shanna Le Brillante! I'm from a noble family and WILL be the next head, so treat me with respect! Last year I was a street fighter!

Rose: Don't tell them that!

Shanna: Now I want to become a rockstar, I guarantee you won't find someone who can shred a Warlock better than I can! I've known Jotaro for a couple months now and I will not share him! Nice to meet you!

Holly: *she supportingly claps her hands, not bothered at all but the street fighter bit*

Rose: *sighs*

Joseph: *he raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk crossing his lips* A street fighter? Looks like we have a lot to talk about! ... heh, anyway, good to meet you too, kid. I'm Joseph Joestar. *he holds out his hand* And you'd better not underestimate this old codger!

Shanna: *she raises an eyebrow. This old man....maybe hes not so bad after all* As long as YOU don't underestimate me for being young! *she accepts the handshake and returns it with a strong grip*

Joseph: Never! *with a twinkle in his eyes, he grips her hand a little harder. the hand he held out was his prosthetic*

Shanna: *she winces a bit, and there’s an impressed look on her face. Looks like his greeting has earned her approval*

Kakyoin: *he can feel the tension in the room starting to vanish. he feels some weight come off his shoulders as he watches the jovial greetings*

Shanna: *letting go of his hand, she approaches the small brunette, tilting her head up for a bit in questioning, before looking back down at her* Dunno your name, but sorry for glaring at you so much earlier. Again, it was a misunderstanding and to be honest, you in particular....made me feel jealous. I hope we can start over. I know I can be a little scary. Heh.

Kazeko: *she shakes her head, smiling gently* It's alright... I was a little overwhelmed. But I'm ok now. ... to be honest, I was worried that I'd ruined things before we'd had a chance to even talk... ... but, jealous?

Shanna: Um, I... *she turns around, her back facing her, re-folding her arms across her chest and tilting her head up, cheeks pink* It's not important! It's not like other girls being close to Jotaro makes me jealous or anything!

Rose: Ara.

Shanna: Shut up Rose.

Kazeko: Oh...? *she blinks, and her smile widens* Eheh... you have nothing to worry about. I've known Jotaro a long time. The last time I saw him, he was only this big. *she holds her hand a little lower than her waist*

Shanna: Oh. I see, so it's family relations! Naruhodo....*she lowers her hands* An-Anyway. Just call me Shanna. Nice to meet you.

Kazeko: It's nice to meet you, Shanna. I'm Kazeko. *she closes her eyes in a smile* I hope we can be friends now.

Shanna: Ah, yeah. I hope so too, let's start over, yeah? *she kneels next to Kakyoin* And you....Kak-yo-ween?  Don't worry about the...fight. I hope your head feels ok. *she reaches a hand out and ruffles his hair* What was that again? A stand? Jotaro, Rose and I have one too so...let's be friends!

Rose: !! /She...included me...?/

Kakyoin: *he leans away when she starts ruffling his hair, a little annoyed by the way she says his name, but his eyes brighten nonetheless* Ah... really...?

Shanna: Sure! I mean, why not? Yesterday's enemies are today's friends! Uh....wait that doesn't quite work in this context. Um...my point still stands!

Rose: ...Shanna, his name is pronounced Kakyoin.

Shanna: Oh crap uh, sorry- *she rubs the back of her head sheepishly* We've been in Japan for about two years now I think. I'm afraid my Japanese still isn't very good. Hope I don't offend-

Holly: She once called Jotaro, “Jotato”~

Joseph: Snnnrkkk... PFFFTTT-!! JOTATO!

Kazeko: Pffu-!!

Kakyoin: .... snrrrrr.... !!! A-Anyway...! It's alright... um... thank you. Maybe... we can be friends. *in spite of his lukewarm reply, he looks happy. deeply happy*

Shanna: *she looks embarrassed now that everyone knows about 'Jotato'* Mm, ok. Think on it! I'm sure we have many more things in common! *she stands back up* HOWEVER! For now, I have a broody friend I gotta drag out of his room!

Rose: How do you know hes in his room...?

Shanna: *she places her hands on her hips* I can read Jotaro perfectly. I mean hes soooo obvious you know?

Rose: He....he is? o_o

Joseph: *he smiles. his recently grouchy, closed off grandson... he was lucky to find someone like this*

Kazeko: Don't let us keep you, then. We'll be waiting... and I'll reheat the tea. ^^

Shanna: Thank you, I look forward to the tea. *with that, she leaves the room rather quickly, knowing exactly where to find him*

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Apologizing to Jotaro:

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Jotaro: *staring blankly at the ceiling as he lays on his futon, the raven haired male sighs. maybe he could have done something differently and avoided this whole thing... what kind of a friend was he if he made her think what she did?*

Shanna: *it doesn't take long for her to make it to his door, she knows this place like the back of her hand, since she comes over so often. Resisting her urge to just barge in, she knocks on the screen door first* ....

Jotaro: ... *he looks at the door out of the corner of his eye. it's probably his mom, or so he thinks* ... What?

Shanna: *she slides the door open* The hell you mean 'what'?

Jotaro: *hearing her voice, he sits up in surprise* ... Shanna...

Shanna: Yes I know, I'm surprised I'm back too. *she steps back in, sliding the door closed behind her* Look. I'm still mad. It's irritating but even when I'm mad at you, my worry for you outweighs it, and as I thought, you closed yourself off from everyone.

Jotaro: ... you know me. *he averts his eyes* ... I didn't feel like being around the others.

Shanna: Yeah I didn't either. Look, I uh. I really do hate myself, you know that, but at the same time, I got this annoying ass pride going for me, probably because I got a noble family tied to me. But uh....*she sticks her hands in her skirt pockets and looks off to the side* L-Look. I'll just get to the point. I'm sorry I got so mad at you, and that I still am. It's just...*she sighs heavily* It felt like I didn't mean anything to you, and that you didn't trust me. I mean it when I say that you mean alot to me, ok? So even when I found out the truth, it still hurt, alot. Because while you stayed put when I ended up crying over you, some guy pissin' you off made you come out.

Jotaro: ... *he listens quietly, his eyes on her the whole time she talks. he knows where she's coming from, really he does. and when she finishes, there's a short silence before he answers her* ... I'm sorry. ... seeing you cry hurt. ... but even if you pissed me off, I wouldn't have come out for you. Because when you're involved, I can't... I can't take any chances I might hurt you. ... I didn't want to hurt anyone, but especially you.

Shanna: *she opens her mouth to speak, but instead closes it to think over her words* ...I...get that. You act tough but deep down you're soft. *She glances at him before averting her gaze again* ...I was jealous...alright? I was jealous because a couple of old people and their friend could get you to leave and I couldn't. It made me feel powerless, untrustworthy and... it's stupid but it made me question how you feel about me, and I took it out on them, especially your grandfather and Ka-Ka...Kaaaa.....uh- that lady. ...I was a bit overdramatic earlier about how I'd rather die than be around my sister and your grandfather again, and I'm sorry for that too. I tend to just blurt out words when I'm over emotional instead of actually thinking them over. I already apologized to your family. I'll get out of your hair now. You should... get out of your room, everyone is worried about you. *she reaches for the door and slides it open*

Jotaro: .... Wait. ... Please.

Shanna: *she takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, silently telling herself not to push him away and actually hear him out this time. Turning back around to face him* Mm?

Jotaro: ... I should have come out when you were there. I should've known Star would never hurt you... but you should have seen him. It was like someone let a demon out of hell. ... I wasn't thinking right. ... *he goes silent for a few moments, thinking over what he should say* ... I don't blame you for feeling betrayed and pissed. ... and I still wouldn't blame you if you went home. ... but... I'd be happy if you stayed.

Shanna: Gosh, you always make everything so damn complicated. *she blows at her bangs* I don't understand why you'd still want me around, especially after having an argument like we did... though then again, there's alot I still don't understand about you. ....I hope I can figure it all out, someday. Just when I think you're easy to read, you confuse me again. ....Heh. *she closes the door again, staying*

Jotaro: ... *he smiles, just ever so slightly* ... you figured out this much in a few months. ... You'll probably have it all in a year.

Shanna: Yare yare, what a pain. *she steals his phrase, kneeling down on the floor beside him, reaching a hand out to flick his forehead* Baaaaka.

Jotaro: *he opens his mouth to say 'oi, but then she flicks his forehead* Fuck.

Shanna: Fuck you too. *she closes her eyes and grins*

Jotaro: You know that's not what I meant. *he smiles back and pulls her into a hug*

Shanna: *she opens her eyes, blush creeping across her cheeks as she slowly reaches her hands up to hug him back* ....m' sorry for making you cry, too.

Jotaro: ... 'ts fine... *he mumbles* Long as you don't tell anyone.

Shanna: Nah. I embarrassed you enough today in front of everyone.

Jotaro: Oi, don't say that. *his grip around her tightens* ... they'll forget about this by tomorrow. ... well, I don't know Kakyoin. But everyone else will.

Shanna: ...Mm. *she buries her face into his shoulder, it feels like it's been too long since shes been held like this again*

Jotaro: ... *he gently rubs her back, shifting his position to make it comfier for them* ... I missed you. I know it was just a couple days but I missed you, damn it...

Shanna: Yeah, I missed you too...we would see eachother every day so missing eachother for that long felt wrong...

Jotaro: *he nods against her, nuzzling his face into her hair*

Shanna: ....Myu..*she leans forward till they both flop to the floor, moving her head to keep her cheek rested to his shoulder, still blushing. A bit of their everyday lives is starting to return*

Jotaro: ... *he can't help but smile. that 'right' feeling of having her small frame laid on top of him is finally back*

Shanna: *she curls up ever so slightly* ...I'm still not gonna share ya.

Jotaro: Me neither. *he retorts, giving her a squeeze*

Shanna: Pff-! There’s no one to share me with anyway, baaaaka~ *finally, she gives him a nuzzle, like she always used to*

Jotaro: *at this, he smiles, warmly and genuinely as only she can get him to* That's cause I won't let any other guy try anything.

Shanna: Fufu....ufufufu! Then our feelings are mutual~ /Ah. With that in mind, maybe I should be careful how I interact with the new guy, Jo might get jealous-/

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Apologizing to Avdol, who has no idea what the fucking shit happened but he appreciates it anyway:

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Avdol: I thought I heard alot of laughter back here. *a smile makes its way to his face* It looks like everyone is friends now?

Rose: Hai. Sorry for my sister's trouble earlier.

Shanna: Oi, I can apologize for myself.

Avdol: *he shakes his head* Don't worry about it. You have room for one more?

Holly: Of course! Avdol-san, was it? Please, join us!

Kazeko: I saved a spot for you, Mr. Avdol. *she scoots a little further to the side to make more room*

Joseph: Come join the 'party', Avdol~

Jotaro: *wrapping an arm around Shanna's shoulders, he exhales softly. he thought this would be annoying, but... it's not so bad*

Avdol: Thank you! Don't mind if I do, then! *he takes a seat next to Kazeko, giving her an appreciative smile before grabbing a cup* Did you make this, Ms Kazeko? Mm. It smells great~

Kazeko: I did, thank you...~

Shanna: So uh....Avdor?

Avdol: HAH! No, no. Avdol.

Shanna: Ah. Ok...um...Avdol then. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry we uh...got off to a rough start.

Avdol: *he shakes his head* It's fine, you apologized, and that's enough for me. My full name is Mohammed Avdol, I'm a fortune teller from Egypt. Nice to meet you.

Shanna: *Ahem* Yeah? Well listen up, I'll only say this once-!

Rose: Don't repeat all of that again to try and sound cool.

Shanna: *she huffs in irritation* ....I'm Shanna Le Brillante, you can just call me Shanna. Last year I was a street fighter, but now my dream is to become a rockstar! AlsoI'mnextinlineastheheadofmyfamily.

Rose: Pff....~

Avdol: Ah...then Miss Shanna it is~

Shanna: ....J-Just Shanna is fine. /////

Kakyoin: *he finds himself smiling more to himself. This is.. nice. It's unusual, but he doesn't feel as uncomfortable as he did before*

Joseph: Hahah! Get used to it, formalities are a habit for him! *he grins, giving his friend a pat on the back* I finally gave up on getting him to call me by first name.

Shanna: Heh! I hope you don't mind me being informal Avdol, I don't mean to be rude, it's just that, well... how do I explain this without getting flustered....

Avdol: *he chuckles* Don't worry about it. Avdol is fine. Miss Kazeko, thank you for the tea. It's green, right? *he takes a sip, enjoying the taste*

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Apologizing to Rose after finding out about Dio and shit:

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Shanna: ....*she holds her tongue on them being in danger for months now*

Jotaro: *he pulls her close to his side*

Kazeko: It must be hard to hear... your life's been fairly normal up until now.

Holly: *she nods* But...hopefully...these four can be safe now. Papa, Avdol-san, Kazeko-chan...please be careful?

Shanna: *she leans against Jotaro, feeling a little better from his comfort*

Rose: ...Kakyoin-san, your face has been quite red for awhile now. Are you ok?

Kazeko: Of course Holly. Mr. Avdol and I are here to make sure your papa stays safe. *she smiles at her softly, placing her hand on hers* You can trust us.

Joseph: Oi, Kaz, don't talk about me like I'm still 19! *he looks miffed* I don't run in recklessly half as much as I used to!

Kakyoin: Uhm- ah! *he blinks, his eyes darting away and to her a couple of times* I-I... I'm alright, really. ... /I-it's that obvious...? I hope I haven't caught a fever.../

Jotaro: ... *after making sure everyone is distracted first, he leans down and kisses the top of her head*

Shanna: ...*she smiles a bit...how long has it been since hes given her kiss since he got stuck in jail?*

Rose: *she raises a hand and places it to his forehead* You're burning up, I'll get another cloth for you so you hopefully don't catch a fever.

Holly: *she chuckles softly* F-For now, let's focus on enjoying the present.

Avdol: Yes, a life was saved today, it is a most joyous occasion!

Joseph: That's right! *he grins, hoping to pull the mood back up* Kakyoin, call your parents and tell them you're spending the night at a friend's house. I think we could all use it!

Kakyoin: Th-thank you... *he lowers his eyes, he definitely felt hotter when she touched him*

Jotaro: *he risks giving her one more kiss, then squeezes her to his side* /More later./

Kazeko: It's been a long afternoon... it's almost 5. *she gets up* Holly, Mr. Avdol, do you want to help me make something for dinner?

Shanna: *she blushes from the second kiss* /Y-Yes, please.../ Kakyoin! *she raises up her hand in a peace sign* Tell them you made three new friends at school today! One guy, and two beauuuutiful girls~!

Jotaro: /Good, cause I want to give you a lot./

Rose: *she blushes* Sh-Shanna!

Shanna: It's true!

Holy: *she claps her hands together* Yes, let's cook a wonderful meal together!

Avdol: I'd be happy to help out~

Kakyoin: A-aha... I-I will... *he only blushes harder, smiling as he gets up* ... they'll be happy to hear that I made friends on my first day...

Kazeko: Great, thank you both very much~

Joseph: when you're done, Kakyoin, I need to call the Foundation with this new lead. But there's no hurry, alright?

Kakyoin: H-hai.

Shanna: Well, with that, Rose, how about we spend the night too? It'll be like a sleepover!

Rose: Aren't you mad at me though? What you said earlier...

Shanna: ...Please forget what I said. *she lowers her head* That was....ridiculous of me. I shouldn't of said what I did. I was being a brat and you called me out on it, and I responded by being an asshole. I'm sorry. The truth is I am still a little upset, but I’d like to move on.

Rose: *her eyebrows upturn* ....Apology accepted.

Avdol: *he smiles at the sisters seeming to recouncil about something, and he leaves the room with Holly and Kazeko to help prepare food for everyone*

Kazeko: *she stays behind for a second, relief flooding her features. thank goodness...* Girls? Kakyoin? Is there anything you don't like in food I should keep in mind?

Kakyoin: *he jumps slightly at being called as he's leaving the room* M-me? Ah... no, I'm not terribly picky. But thank you.

Shanna: No tomatoes, please!

Rose: No onions for me, and if spice is involved, please make my portion mild.

[jjba-arni-reblog]

Certain stories

Last two prompts for Smokey’s Week

I combined them cause the opportunity was too good.

Prompts: Smokey’s revenge + Meme Smokey

Time: 1st Story: older Jojo and Smokey, before SDC

          2nd story: President Smokey and family man Jojo.

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The warm evening arrived upon them, making the group of friends decide to chat with a cup of tea.

Recently, Joseph had found a new friend through the research of Speedwagon foundation. The same man helped him to catch a spectacular stand user: a dog named Iggy. The whole chase still lingered it his mind, how weird it was.

Joseph introduced his new friend to his family as everyone gathered together. Avdol was warmly welcomed as the group exchanged multiple stories from their life. It all was going well, that is, until a certain man couldn’t help but use the opportunity of the situation at hand…

Due to Smokey and Avdol having a pleasant talk together at the moment, Avdol couldn’t help but to want to hear something from Jojo’s old friend.

“Any fond memories you have with Mr. Joestar?” Avdol politely asked the Smokey, hoping to hear any bizarre stories that the man may possess.

“Ah, well, I do recall Mr. Joestar complimenting my private areas one time. Such a lovely memory,” Smokey says nonchalantly, taking a sip of tea. He didn’t react to the multiple wide-eyed faces around him. Smokey could hear a shocked gasp of his long-time friend.

“Smokey! You little…” Jojo stood up, pointing at him accusingly. Joseph didn’t have time to defend himself as the shocked voice shook the room. Avdol chocked on his tea, trying not to chuckle.

“He did WHAT?” Suzy spoke out, looking at his husband. Holly could be seen holding her palm against her mouth, trying to not laugh out loud. Oh boy, dad is a goner.

“Ah well, I guess it was only natural,” Smokey continued, as if not noticing the chaos unfolding in front of him “We are were alone, naked to the core, warmed up and wet bodies,” he explained , leaning back on his chair, the smallest of smirks on his face “Though, I might add that I didn’t expect such comment to leave Jojo’s mouth” he finished.

“HEY! You made it sound way worse! It wasn’t like that, Suzy! Avdol!” Joseph looked at them, panic slowly descending upon him.

“I am not the one to judge your tastes, Mr. Joestar,” Avdol’s remarked teasingly as Jojo started pacing back and forth.

“There is NOTHING to judge!” Joseph exclaimed, looking at his group of friends and family “Please, Smokey, tell them something!” he whined.

“Ah well, I do recall another detail,” Smokey scratched his neck as if remembering a particular detail. This notion brough hope into Jojo’s soul

“Yes, please do tell them!” he crossed his arms, waiting for his friend to save him.

“Well, do tell us,” Avdol’s smile widened a little, his interest peaking at the idea of getting new information about his friend.

“Mr. Joestar preferred to call me ‘Mr. President’ instead of Smokey,” he answered, winking at Joseph as Avdol and Holly couldn’t hold it in anyone, bursting into laughter.

“STOP! NO!”

The whole room was filled with laughter together with Joseph’s desperate screams.

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It was one of these rare days when the president had a spare hour. He arranged the meeting with his old friend weeks before today, inviting him and his family to his private residence. Having a separate sauna and a big swimming pool meant the full comfort and privacy from the outsiders.

And so the swimming began, together with sauna competitions. Joseph was rather eager to win all of them, challenging Smokey and taunting him friendly. Splashing of water together with laugh could be heard as two families enjoyed their time together.

A time well spent. As both families felt tired, they decided to end the swimming, going to the private locker rooms to change before the dinner. Except for the two men that decided to have a one last sauna competition before changing.

They quickly gave up on trying to win over each other, instead declaring a draw.

As the heat of the sauna surrounded the place, two men entered the changing room, their cheeks red from all the heat and swimming for hours. They approached the lockers for spare clothes.

“Oh boy, that was good, right, Smokey?” Jojo chuckled, opening his locker and stretching a little. He felt his muscled relax after the pleasant the sauna, his mind a little bit cloudy. Yet he was eager to have dinner soon.

“Can’t agree more,” Smokey concluded, reaching for his spare clothes in the locker “maybe aside from your crazy need to win in the sauna” he chuckled fondly, taking his clothes from the locker while Jojo’s mirrored chuckle could be heard.

Since there were no one in sight (it was, after all, a private sauna and a swimming pool situated in a distant part of his small cottage), Smokey simply snatched the tower from around his waist, letting himself to be fully nude in the presence of his long-time friend.

As Smokey was about to start putting fresh clothes, he noticed a pair of cheeky eyes watching him from a corner of his eyes. He could almost feel Joseph’s smirk.

“Hey” Jojo’s voice cut the silence.

“What is it?” the man asked in confusion, not really looking at his friend, instead putting on clothes.

“Nice cock, Mr. president”

Dead silence.

“I can’t believe you’ve said it”

Smokey died inside as Jojo’s laughter could be heard across the room if not across the whole mansion.

[roaringwingstofly]

jojo x voltron? sign me tf up! since we heard the news of space dad, how about some hc’s for shiro x stardust crusaders? (minus joseph and iggy for obv reasons) like general cute stuff, how stands would react, yadda yadda. oh and eoh canon too since you seem to know it! (and I don’t want you getting hate: we jojo fans gotta stick together! it’s so weird coming from a fandom so accepting and chill like jojo into a vat of toxic ooze like the voltron fandom @n@)

I apologize for the really late reply, but I’m a bit busy due to my internship and I also got really carried away writing this.  orz

Oh man, I definitely agree that it’s so jarring comparing the Jojo fandom to the Voltron one (as Jojo was also the last fandom I came from and am still part of).  That saying so, yes! Give Shiro all the love! (≧▽≦)

WARNING: Extremely long and spoilers for Voltron and Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure below the cut.

Magician’s Sky (Shiro x Mohammed Avdol + Magician’s Red)

Team Dad™ couple.  

Would’ve met from both knowing Jotaro.  

Definitely hit it off since they’re both quite similar, personality-wise: serious, responsible, overall righteous, and possessing a strong sense of duty and loyalty.  But both can definitely be jovial.

Though Avdol is more in-tune with his emotions and is better at sharing how he feels. 

Everlasting patience between the two.

Avdol would’ve been a bit hesitant with the idea of a romantic relationship with Shiro, at first, since there’s a significant age gap (about 10 years).

Shiro understands but reassures him that he doesn’t mind the age gap at all.

Avdol feels more comfortable being addressed by his surname as his first name is a bit of a mouthful, and he doesn’t like being called “Mo”.

Shiro does call him “Mohammed” at times but only when they’re alone.

Shiro would’ve been a bit surprised upon learning that Avdol’s a fortune teller and owns a humble little shop.  He even has some chickens out in the back!

You bet Avdol would’ve told Shiro his fortune.  Also the other Paladins.  

Allura, Lance, Coran, and Romelle would be fascinated and would constantly ask him for fortunes - even for every little thing like what fruit is better to eat.  Shiro would have to gently tell them to let Avdol breathe.

As Avdol’s hobby is collecting old books, particularly history, mythology, and culture, he has a big collection of them in his shop.  Being a person who loves to read, Shiro gets quite eager at seeing this collection of old texts.  They tend to read together and can get into pretty absorbed discussions and debates on certain topics.

Expect home dates where the two just snuggle on a couch or in front of a fire (courtesy of Magician’s Red) eagerly reading and looking at these old texts with a spot of tea, debating, discussing, and wondering about various untold mysteries in history.  

Expect to find them sleeping with a book on their laps and lying against each other.

Whenever Shiro’s PTSD kicks in, Avdol will reach for his normal hand and gently squeeze it.  

If Shiro is having a nightmare, Avdol will gently call his name and carefully nudge him.

Avdol would’ve prepared a water pitcher nearby before they went to bed.  He gives Shiro a glass before allowing him to share what he wants to do next.

Results in either a warm embrace, tea, or just lying on Avdol’s shoulder.

Avdol rarely lets his hair down but when he does? Shiro likes running his (normal) hand through it.

When first learning of Magician’s Red, Shiro almost had a heart attack upon seeing flames bursting everywhere.

Is just…amazed? Avdol can control flames and can use them to make ropes, too? How is that even possible…?!

However, Shiro does start to feel a bit insecure as Avdol is pretty much just…light.  He’s warm, kind, strong, and his Stand represents heat and light.  

Shiro feels that he’s something dark; Sendak’s words of being a Galra tool and them being not so different from each other haunting him.

Avdol will reassure him that he isn’t darkness.  Holds him quite close as Magician’s Red warms him, too.

“It’s the reason you use your abilities, not the ability itself, that makes you a good or bad person.”

During really intimate private times, they’ll trace each other’s scars.  

Shiro has to tell the other Paladins that they can’t constantly ask Magician’s Red to heat things up.

“No, Lance, for the last time - you can’t ask Avdol to use Magician’s Red to heat up popcorn.”

Due to Magician’s Red, Avdol is quite warm to touch.  Shiro finds that he doesn’t need a blanket if Avdol wraps his arms around him.

Avdol likes giving massages, so he’ll give Shiro one even if he didn’t ask for it.  

The first time, Shiro was highly startled and almost punched him out of reflex, believing he was an enemy.  He immediately apologized afterward and enjoyed a really well-done massage.

Avdol would warn beforehand by having Magician’s Red give a low warbling coo.

Magician’s Red is quite doting.  He’ll preen at Shiro’s hair affectionately and sometimes a bit fussily.

Likes playing with the hair floof, in particular.

Though he’s the most mature out of the Stands, Magician’s Red isn’t above showing off.  He’ll puff up his feathers and flex in front of Shiro along with producing pretty flames and shapes out of the flames in a sort of fire dance.

Definitely not unlike a male bird attracting his mate.

“Dance, fire, dance!”

When Shiro gives Magician’s Red affection, the mature Stand sheds his maturity and almost seems like a smitten high-schooler.

Despite his appearance, Magician’s Red has a chirping birdsong voice.  Will definitely sing Shiro to sleep to soothe him.  Especially after a nightmare.

Both would definitely want to start a family together after marriage.  Perhaps after a year.

Sky Hierophant (Shiro x Noriaki Kakyoin + Hierophant Green)

Knew each other since high school.

Kakyoin was Shiro’s senpai and the two got along really well.  Primarily connected through their shared love of seeking knowledge.

Shiro found Kakyoin just…beautiful? How he walked, talked, and conducted himself…just everything about him.  

He seemed to be the epitome of elegance and grace.   

The fact that he’s also an honours-student and highly artistic? To Shiro, Kakyoin just seemed like he walked out of a dream.

Kakyoin initially didn’t want to be too close to Shiro, being rather introverted, but found he couldn’t help it.  This space-loving kouhai really intrigued him with his passionate dreams and solid determination.

Also helps that Shiro makes him feel at ease.

Even when they were in a relationship, they wouldn’t be addressing each other by their first names for a while.

Kakyoin would be the first to address Shiro as “Takashi”.

Then Shiro calls him “Noriaki” and “Nori”.

Shiro was weirded out when he first saw Kakyoin eat cherries.

He’s still pretty weirded out but after a while…it’s kind of hilariously cute?

Though Kakyoin might be a bit self-conscious that Shiro chuckles at seeing him do it.  He’ll ease out when Shiro assures him he just thinks it’s cute.

“Rerorerorerorerorerorero.”

Shiro was a bit surprised upon learning that Kakyoin liked playing video games but is happy to play with him.  Things can get really competitive between them.

They’d communicate more frequently in Japanese as Kakyoin is more comfortable speaking in it compared to English.  

As an adult, I can see Kakyoin learning English so he can communicate in it, but prefers speaking in Japanese to Shiro.

They both have fun little in-jokes and teases in their native tongue, too.

They both chuckle at seeing the other Paladins and Polnareff looking extremely confused.

Both are quite doting and caring in the relationship.

Space Dad and Cherry Mom.

Though Kakyoin would secretly trip anyone who refers to him as a mother.

Due to a low immune system, Kakyoin knows a lot about taking care of someone when they’re sick, so if Shiro starts feeling under, he’ll immediately look after him.

Would gently scold him if Shiro insisted on going on instead of resting.

Of course, when Kakyoin starts sneezing and feeling under? Shiro will immediately tend to him.

Both aren’t really big on physical affection, but Shiro’s probably the one to try and initiate it.  Kakyoin may stiffen at first but he starts to loosen up and begins to get used to it.

He even starts enjoying and craving for it.

Both are also quite shy at the start of the relationship.  But things start picking up after the initial awkwardness.

Kakyoin doesn’t like disrobing or showing his body in front of Shiro due to the large stomach scar he got from DIO.  Shiro is just shocked and silently shaking in anger that someone would hurt Kakyoin like this.

The feeling is mutual on Kakyoin’s end as well - he won’t ever forgive the person who harmed Shiro and caused him such pain.

Quite frankly, he’ll take pleasure tearing them limb from limb.

At times, Kakyoin may sketch Shiro but only when he’s not looking.

Shiro would probably blush at discovering Kakyoin has not one but a stack of sketchbooks; the pages filled with drawings of him.

Kakyoin would get a little embarrassed at being discovered but smooths it out.

Despite his proper and polite appearance, Kakyoin is quite the tease.  He does like poking at and teasing Shiro a few times but knows the limit.

Kakyoin definitely likes to run his hand through Shiro’s hair floof.  Shiro can only run his hand through Kakyoin’s hair noodle in private.

When Shiro has a PTSD moment, Kakyoin will call him and ask if he’s alright before holding his arm and stroking his back.  He’ll make some tea afterward as well.

When Shiro has nightmares, Kakyoin will shake him gently and softly call his name.

If Shiro attacks in reflex, Kakyoin will use Hierophant Green’s tendrils to divert Shiro’s aim.

Shiro would feel horrible for attacking him but Kakyoin reassures him that he hadn’t hurt him at all and that it’s fine.

Will make him tea and lie on his shoulder, rubbing circles on his back.

Shiro would’ve been really shocked at seeing Hierophant Green at first, mistaking him for a really freaky looking alien and almost attacking him, as a result.

Immediately apologizes to Kakyoin for the mistake.

Despite his strange appearance, Hierophant Green is a calm Stand and would be quite gentle to Shiro.  After the initial shock, Shiro would be intrigued and fascinated with Hierophant Green: his structure, his powers…everything.

He even starts to find him quite beautiful, too.  

Hierophant Green likes to make little emeralds and give them to Shiro as gifts during random times.  Shiro making his bed or having breakfast? He’ll find a pretty little emerald nearby.

There are times Hierophant Green may also tease Shiro by sliding or slithering a tendril on his shoulder, nape, or under his shirt.  

Needless to say, both Stand and user get amused at hearing the Shiro squeak.

Though they do want to start a family together, Kakyoin isn’t in a rush for children.  It’s not that he doesn’t like them, it’s just that he wants to take things one at a time.

Black Chariot (Shiro x Jean-Pierre Polnareff + Silver Chariot)

Introduced through Jotaro.

The two would be in quite a bromance before having a relationship.  

It’s to the point that people wonder whether or not the two really are dating or are just in a really intense bromance.  

Are they or are they not?

They are.

Shiro would call him “Polnareff” and “Pol” at first but eventually calls him “Jean” when they’ve been together for a long time.

Polnareff is stunned at first when Shiro calls him by his first name but glows so much at hearing it.

As Polnareff’s hobby is playing any kind of sports, the two are pretty athletic and work out a whole lot.  Expect a lot of gym dates, or dates that happen at the park or involving physical fitness (like rock climbing, for instance).

Expect things to get really competitive between them, too.

Also, expect Polnareff to show-off in front of Shiro.

Would sometimes end in the Frenchman getting hurt (usually in a slapstick way).  Shiro would, of course, tend to him while sighing with amusement.  

“Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’! Just don’t!”

If Shiro is stressed out or the atmosphere is tense and heavy, Polnareff will always try to find a way to lighten the mood from cracking jokes to just being a physically comforting presence.

Being very extroverted, Polnareff has no problems expressing his feelings of rage and sadness.  He’s like an open book, so Shiro knows how to deal with him.  Shiro also admires the fact that he can be so compassionate.

There are times that Shiro doesn’t want to express how he really feels, and while Polnareff gives him space when he requests it, the Frenchman gets frustrated at himself for being unable to help him in some way.

Polnareff is definitely more affectionate in the relationship.  Though if Shiro initiates physical contact? The Frenchman would be a blushey yet giddy mess.

Shiro wonders how Polnareff could even get his hair up in that style.  Polnareff takes great pride in his hair.

Polnareff likes that their hair colours match now, and likes to flick at the hair floof.

Shiro pokes back at Polnareff’s hair.

Definitely the least serious out of the Stardust Crusaders, though Polnareff can be quite serious when needed.  Especially in dire situations and in regards to Shiro’s PTSD and nightmares.

When Shiro is having a PTSD episode, Polnareff will immediately hold him and say his name; reassuring him that he’s here and won’t let anything happen to him.

When Shiro has a nightmare, Polnareff will shake him awake and call his name.  Upon waking up, Polnareff will ask if he’s alright before taking him into an embrace.

Polnareff references pop culture things a lot.  Shiro’s reaction ranges from a raised eyebrow to a chuckle.

Would sweet-talk in French to Shiro, relishing at his blushes or confused looks.

Shiro bites back however when he sweet-talks back in Japanese.

R.I.P., Jean-Pierre Polnareff.

If not blushing, Polnareff would try and get Jotaro or Kakyoin to translate for him.

Despite his manliness, Polnareff is quite the romantic and is a sucker for fairy-tales with knights in them.  He likes to see himself as a gentleman and a knight-in-shining armour.  Shiro thinks that’s really adorable and sometimes indulges him when they’re in private.

“I vow to be your knight if you become my king.”

“I’m pretty sure, I’m the knight here, Jean.  Well…ex-knight…”

“What’s with that sad face? You’re still wonderful, mon cher!”

Shiro was surprised at seeing Silver Chariot when he first came out, mistaking him for an actual knight in shining armour or someone from the Coalition.

Knowing about Polnareff’s Stand, Shiro finds it hilariously ironic how Polnareff’s favourite colour is gold.

Unlike his user, Silver Chariot is actually quite shy and is very cautious and wary around Shiro.  Shiro is a little confused and a bit saddened and worried at the idea that Polnareff’s Stand might not like him.

Polnareff reassures him that that’s not the reason why his Stand is acting that way.

It’s not that Silver Chariot doesn’t love Shiro and doesn’t want to be around or physically close to him, he definitely does! It’s just that Silver Chariot is aware that his body structure isn’t soft: he’s wearing armour, and he has spikes all over himself.  He doesn’t want to accidentally hurt or stab Shiro.

Poor Silver Chariot is also insecure about the fact that he’s more metallic and robotic: he may never be as intimate to Shiro compared to humanoid Stands like Star Platinum and Magician’s Red.

Upon hearing this, Shiro would raise up his prosthetic and reassure Silver Chariot that he won’t hurt him and that he likes him as he is.  Polnareff is touched at this lovely moment.

Still, poor Silver Chariot is quite shy.  Even if Shiro just simply holds his hand? The Stand will get really embarrassed.

When Shiro actually kissed Silver Chariot? Even if it was just a simple peck, poor Silver Chariot just completely loses his nerve and immediately vanishes.  Polnareff can’t even call him out for a little while.

Shiro feels like he really screwed up big time but Polnareff reassures him that he didn’t.  Poor old Silver Chariot’s just really shy.

When Shiro nuzzles or cuddles against Silver Chariot’s chest, the Stand will exclaim, “Pami!” 

Polnareff is not above using Silver Chariot to show-off or try and impress Shiro.  Though initially embarrassed, Silver Chariot will really get into it, too: relishing at the awed and proud looks Shiro gives him from whatever he’s doing.

Both definitely want to have a family together as soon as they get married.

Black Star (Shiro x Jotaro Kujo + Star Platinum)

Known each other since high school.  

Grouchy senpai and wanko kouhai when they were teenagers.

The Dad couple as adults. 

Shiro was a bit intimidated by Jotaro at first due to his huge height and build.  

He then looked up to and admired him due to how he didn’t care about what others thought of him and he did what he wanted.  

Jotaro, however, hated being referred to as “senpai” due to all his fangirls and just not liking formalities.  

“Jotaro-senpai…!”

“Don’t call me that, dumbass!”

At present, Shiro sometimes jokingly refers to Jotaro as “senpai” .  Jotaro still doesn’t like being referred to as one but instead sighs at it, “Good grief…”

From the get-go, they’d be addressing each other by their first names.  Namely, because teenage Jotaro hated formalities.

Jotaro was at first annoyed with seeing this wide-eyed kouhai look at him and follow him around (as they walked the same path home)…but, he had to admit: he wasn’t as annoying as everyone else.

There were a few dog jokes when Jotaro learns Takashi is nicknamed Shiro in the Garrison.  

Though Jotaro rarely makes such jokes when they’re both adults.  Only when they’re in private. 

Though he wouldn’t admit it as a teenager, Jotaro always respected and admired Shiro’s eagerness for knowledge along with his knowledge and passion for space.

He understands it quite well; likening Shiro’s love for space to his own love for the ocean.

He listens pretty closely during their stargazing though he denies it.

Jotaro was pretty tsundere-ish when he was a teenager because he was going through an “edgy!1!” phase.  As an adult, he does display some tsun behaviour towards Shiro but it’s lessened substantially due to maturity.  He’s still far from being dere-dere, though he’s trying to not be as much of an emotionless fencepost.

Shiro, however, understands his reluctance of not wishing to share how he truly feels and is extremely patient with him.

Definitely the least willing to show physical affection.  Shiro’s the one who initiates.  Jotaro stiffens a few times at first but loosens afterwards.

He finds that he even likes some of it.

Won’t go rigid when they’ve been together for a good while.

Jotaro’s the type of person who may say something callous or blunt but his actions denote his true feelings.  

The type to call his mother a bitch but will go to the other side of the world to fight an immortal, power-hungry, time-stopping vampire to save her.  This is pretty much why Shiro didn’t take his rudeness to heart when they were younger.  

Now? Shiro sees that despite his aloofness and bluntness, Jotaro’s much gentler than he seems.

“Good grief, why’re you still moping around here for? It’s pitiful.  Didn’t you say your dream was to go into space?” 

There was a time when they didn’t see each other again until they were adults.  Needless to say, both were stunned at seeing the other again.

Shiro matured substantially and he’s far less of a wide-eyed “wanko kouhai” from what Jotaro remembered. 

He’s no longer “cute” but handsome.

Meanwhile, Shiro’s quite astonished at seeing Jotaro not only no longer swear, but wearing white, no longer snapping and being way less temperamental, and also being a Ph.D. in marine biology.

He just seemed to grow even handsomer than before.

Shiro would be shocked at hearing that Jotaro not only married before but also has a child.  He really didn’t expect Jotaro to marry young and have a kid already.

They would go steady in their relationship.

Due to his divorce, Jotaro is still a bit wary of showing his feelings.  He’s trying hard to open up to Shiro but it’s so difficult opening your heart again.  

Shiro is extremely patient and quite understanding; willing to give Jotaro space and provide a listening ear if needed.

Jotaro feels guilt not only from his last divorce not working, blaming himself for it, but also guilt at not being able to share how he feels to Shio. 

Initially afraid that Jolyne might hate him, Shiro gets relieved and delighted at seeing that she accepts him.  Jolyne would call Shiro “Takashi”.

“I have a mommy and two daddies!” 

If there’s something that Shiro really doesn’t like about Jotaro, it’s his smoking habit.

Though Jotaro doesn’t do it often as an adult (only when really stressed), Shiro would still tell him it’s not good for him.  He tried to hide the packet once but Jotaro easily finds it.

When Shiro has a PTSD episode, Jotaro simply has to slip his hand into his and give it a tight squeeze.  He’ll then say his name quite lowly yet clearly.  If there’s something in the room triggering the PTSD, Jotaro will sneak Shiro out of there by using Star Platinum’s: The World.

When having a nightmare, Jotaro will say his name, voice low and clear again.

He won’t resort to physicalities until after he’s called Shiro four times.

When Shiro wakes up, Jotaro will let him breathe before placing his head on his shoulder.

Shiro has thought of marriage more than Jotaro.  Again, this is due to Jotaro having actually been through a marriage already and it not working out.  Shiro tries not to mention it as he doesn’t want Jotaro to feel uncomfortable though Jotaro doesn’t really mind hearing about it.  It’s just that he’s not ready.

Though Jotaro speaks English well, he and Shiro communicate in Japanese.  Shiro tends to respond in Japanese only when they’re alone or they want to make some remarks that they don’t want the other Paladins to hear.  

Like with the Kakyoin, Shiro can’t help but chuckle at the confusion on some of the Paladins’ and Polnareff’s faces when he and Jotaro have a few in-jokes together.

The first time he saw Star Platinum, Shiro was in awe at seeing this warrior fly out and emit a violet aura.

Whereas Jotaro is guarded with his emotions, Star Platinum? He’s all of Jotaro’s feelings he doesn’t want to express.

As a result, Star Platinum is far more expressive and open with his emotions.  

If Jotaro is happy? Star Platinum will have big, dopey grins.  If Jotaro is sad? Star Platinum would look really mopey and be drooping down while he’s floating around.

Shiro is highly amused at this but finds Star Platinum adorable despite being a blue punchy ghost.

Unlike his user, Star Platinum is really affectionate and into physical contact.  He will hold Shiro all the time, drape and peek over his shoulders, carry him up…he’s really just this big blue puppy.

Star Platinum loves to hug.  And being a really strong Stand, Jotaro watches closely, afraid that Star Platinum can get carried away and that he could actually hurt Shiro.

If he does, Star Platinum sulks and will feel really guilty.  Jotaro also feels quite guilty and would check up on Shiro.

Shiro insists he’s alright and plays it off by making a light-hearted remark on how Star Platinum’s just so strong.

Jotaro gets highly embarrassed by his Stand at times since Star Platinum does and expresses all the romantic feelings he has towards Shiro.

Would stare at Shiro with a lovey-dovey expression.

Shiro’s a little embarrassed as well but thinks it’s so cute.

Would tease Jotaro a little about it.

Star Platinum also leaves a bunch of little gifts for Shiro behind like shells, leaves, pretty little rocks…anything he thinks that Shiro would like.

Shiro has a whole collection of little trinkets collected by Star Platinum on his desk.

This Stand definitely will steal kisses.  Star Platinum will kiss Shiro randomly or out of the blue, much to his surprise.

If Jotaro deprives or denies Star Platinum from affection for Shiro for too long, the next time the two kiss, the Stand will immediately appear between them to steal the kiss.

Shiro is pretty amazed with Star Platinum’s rapid-fire punching and how powerful each blow is.  He’s even more impressed at hearing that the Stand has a time-stopping ability, The World.

But upon hearing that it actually takes a toll on Jotaro’s heart when he uses it, Shiro tries to make sure the situation doesn’t call for use of The World.

Even if the situation does call for it, he tells Jotaro not to stretch his limit.

Jotaro sighs at how Shiro is being a bit protective but secretly appreciates the concern.

Though marriage isn’t something that will come soon, it’s definitely some time in the future.  The two are already in a family with Jolyne so really, it’s just that final step before they really walk through life together as a wedded couple.

These were a hell of a lot of fun to write, and though I really love one of these cross-ships, I’m really liking the idea of the other ones.  So, thank you so much for this request, Anon! 

- Saging

[transpillarman]

Long Fic after break. GN Reader, Reader doesn't get their stand yet but can see them.

You knocked on the doorframe as you entered your sister's house. It'd been quite some time since you last saw her, maybe a year? Anyway, recently you'd had the oddest urge to go visit. You had dropped all plans, called off work, everything. It didn't make sense to your coworkers.

It made sense to you, though. Holly was your twin sister, you'd been inseparable your whole life. You did everything together. Played at recess, ate lunch, everything. You'd once even shredded your homework on purpose because she'd forgotten hers and you didn't want her to be alone in detention.

Once you were older, however, you grew apart. She pursued a family and you followed work. After falling in love with a jazz musician, she moved to Japan, and you stayed in America with your mother and father. Speaking of your father, you'd have to give him a piece of your mind! He'd gone to visit her without you!

You stepped inside, announcing yourself. "Hey, Holly! Jotaro! Best brother and uncle is here!" You turned the corner, hoping you'd come early enough in the morning you'd be able to catch Jotaro before he left for school.

You paused, seeing your father, Jotaro, and a man you didn't know, all standing around a teenager wearing a green school uniform. An odd purple figure was beside Jotaro, holding something with tentacles. They looked up at you and you waved awkwardly. "Hey, yo!" You said, "What's going on here? What's with the purple and the kid? And the... uh..." You gestured at the still squirming tentacle thing, which the man you didn't know swiftly burned... by summoning a buff birdman? What. "...I uh, missed something important, huh?"

----

After tending to the teen, who was apparently named Kakyoin and had been mind-controlled by some guy named DIO, Joseph set to task explaining to you the concept of "stands" and showing you the stands belonging to the others present. You all had sat down for tea, you sitting beside Holly and him.

Apparently, since you were able to see stands that means you might have one yourself now that DIO did the thing where he woke up everyone's stands or whatever.

"So uh... how do I bring mine out then?" You asked, confusedly scratching the back of your head, "I wanna know if mine's a big buff dude or not!" You looked over at Jotaro, and he shrugged.

"Mine just, appeared when I needed him." He said, using Star Platinum to scratch his back where he couldn't reach.

"Hey, that's not what stands are for, Jotaro!" Joseph yelled, "Stop taking your stand for granted!"

"Good grief, I'll do what I want with it, old man."

----

The next day, you woke up earlier than everyone else and tiptoed into the kitchen so you could start breakfast. You peeked around the corner and locked eyes with Holly. Seems you both had the same idea. Stifling a giggle, the two of you got to work fixing breakfast.

You heard a small crash and a sigh behind you, and you turned to see Holly had dropped a bowl of eggs she'd finished whisking. She looked down at the mess, wobbling as she stood. "Hey, butter fingers, are you okay?" You asked, waving a hand in her face. "Get enough sleep last night?"

She snapped to and smiled. "Yeah, just got morning dizzies. I'm okay!" She said, cheerily flashing a peace sign.

You blinked and continued cooking, but you couldn't shake the feeling something was off. Morning dizzies, huh? That didn't help the feeling of dread that was oddly not in your stomach but felt more like it was centered on the back of your neck.

Right as you went to hand her the spatula, you heard another crash. This one, a horrible thudding sound. You turned and saw. She was on the ground, unconscious.

"Oh, shit!" You cried, tossing the spatula aside as you bent down to check on her. You hoped she hadn't hit her head, that'd be bad! You stuck the back of your hand on her forehead, it was burning hot! Two people rushed inside at hearing you shout, Avdol and your father. They immediately got to work checking on her.

Jotaro and Kakyoin had entered the room and stood behind you worriedly.

After a bit, the verdict was out.

"It's her stand," Avdol stated, pulling the back of her shirt down for you to see. You could clearly see the vines on her back. "It's attacking her, as she doesn't have enough fighting spirit to handle it."

You gulped. "Does this mean..." You held her hand in yours tightly, as if letting go would mean she'd be gone for good.

"I'd say we have about 30 days." Avdol stated. "In order to stop this, we need to defeat DIO."

"I'll book us a plane." Your father said, reluctantly standing up from her side. "(Y/N), you stay and watch--"

"I'm going." You cut him off in an uncharacteristically serious tone. Your eyes practically glowed with anger and determination. "I don't really understand all of this stand stuff, but if this DIO guy is threatening MY sister, I want to do what I can to help." As he stammered, you sighed and grinned at him. "Either I go with you or I book my own ticket and go separately."

He blinked and then smiled at you. "You remind me of me when I was younger."

----

AU fic where the reader is Holly's twin brother with a similar sweet personality who seemingly doesn't get a stand (although he can see them) and comes along (perhaps he has medical training?) but when a stand attack leaves Joseph and Jotaro badly injured his stand fully awakens and it's an absolute beast and destroys the enemy stand user.

[cheemers-writing-archive]

Nothing Else Like It: Chapter 2

“Yorokobi, you’re going so soon?” Holly asked.

“Yeah,” Yorokobi answered as she headed out the door. “It’s the only way to avoid Jojo’s fangirls.”

“Well, before you go, give your mom a goodbye kiss,” Holly chirped. The two kissed each other on the cheek and gave one another a tight hug.

“I love you, Mom!” Yorokobi yelled as she left for school. “I’ll see you later!”

“I love you, too, Yorokobi!” Holly called. “Have fun at school!”

Yorokobi and Holly waved to each other for as long as possible, until they reached the horizon.

***

“I’m telling you, man, this is a bad idea,” a boy whispered to his friend. “She looks sweet and all, but she’s not weak.”

“Oh, come on,” the other boy whispered back. “She looks like the type of girl that will do anything if you annoy her about it enough. I’ll just have to do that.” And with that, he got out of the bushes the two were hiding in, and walked up to Yorokobi.

“Hey, girlie,” the boy purred, putting his hand on the wall behind her. “Wanna go to my party tomorrow?”

“Um, I’m good, actually. Thank you, though,” Yorokobi answered.

“Aw, come on,” the boy smirked. “You know you want to.”

“I know I don’t, actually,” Yorokobi continued. “I’m sorry if that disappointed you.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” the boy replied. He put his other arm across the wall, trapping Yorokobi in between them. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“No means no,” she stated, a little firmer than she had been before.

“Well, I’ll change that no to a yes in no time,” the boy cooed. “I won’t let you get to class until you-”

Suddenly, Yorokobi swung her entire arm at him. He saw it glow with a strange yellow light, and he flew further back than most guys could send him.

“Hey, idiot,” Yorokobi snapped, “when I say no, I mean no. Now get lost.”

The boy did exactly what Yorokobi told him to, quickly getting up and running away.

“So you’re Yorokobi Kujo,” a different boy’s voice said.

“Yes, that’s me,” Yorokobi answered. She turned around to see the face of the new boy, a tall figure with red hair. Not ginger, a real red. “And don’t worry, I won’t hurt you unless you give me reason to.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,” the boy chuckled. “You’re the sister of Jotaro, right?”

“I’m nothing like him, I swear,” Yorokobi laughed. “What’s your name?”

“Noriaki Kakyoin,” he answered. “Of course, that won’t be important for long.”

“What?”

Kakyoin’s eyes darkened as a green creature formed behind him. “All I need is a tool to help defeat Jotaro, and you’re the perfect one.”

***

“Jojo!” Yorokobi exclaimed. She burst open the doors to the nurse’s office, breathing heavily. “A Stand! A Stand attempted to attack me!”

“What?” Jotaro asked. “Where? Where is it now?” He grabbed Yorokobi by the collar, holding her up to his face. Yorokobi grinned, but not with her usual grin. It was darker, in a way.

“It’s already here, Jojo,” she replied, almost monotone. She kicked Jotaro in the stomach, sending a shock of Hamon through him.

“What was that for, Yorokobi?” Jotaro asked.

“How did I know you were in the nurse’s office?” Yorokobi asked back. “It’s because I’ve been watching you. Not Yorokobi…”

“But me, Noriaki Kakyoin!” Kakyoin proclaimed.

“Kakyoin?” Jotaro exclaimed.

“Yes,” Kakyoin replied. “My Stand, Hierophant Green, is currently possessing the body of Yorokobi. He’s in there, and he won’t leave.”

“Not until you’re defeated, Jojo!” Yorokobi shouted. She went again for another kick, this time to the face, but was blocked this time. However, while Jotaro was blocking her kick, she punched him in the gut again, with more Hamon than before.

If she wasn’t my sister, I would be able to kiss her in order to get my Stand’s teeth close enough to Hierophant’s head, Jotaro thought. Unfortunately, I’m not kissing Yorokobi even if it kills her. I’ll have to think of something else.

“Hesitant to hurt me, Jojo?” Yorokobi taunted. “Are you afraid to kill your sister?” She sent another Hamon-filled roundhouse kick straight to his face.

“I’m not afraid to make you bleed if I must,” Jotaro huffed. “Kakyoin, do you really not know how siblings work? I’ll do anything shy of killing her.” He summoned his Stand, which reached inside of Yorokobi’s mouth, and yanked Hierophant out.

“So this sleazy Stand is Hierophant Green,” Jotaro chuckled. “It looks like a shiny melon. Maybe its head can be crushed just like a melon, too.”

Yorokobi, finally free of Hierophant’s grasp, saw a brief vision of Kakyoin on the windowsill, Jotaro right in front of her, and Hierophant firmly in her brother’s Stand’s hands. However, she could see Hierophant getting ready for his next attack, with a green liquid coming out of his palms. I wonder what that tastes like, she thought, before promptly passing out and plopping on the ground.

***

Yorokobi groaned a little bit, and slowly opened her eyes. She could feel constant bumping, like someone was walking with her in their arms. Looking down, she could see the ground moving, and the back of Jotaro’s coat.

“I’m awake, Jojo.”

“Good.” Jotaro let go of her legs and let her fall to the ground headfirst. “I was getting tired of carrying two people at once.”

“Two people?”

“Yeah. I’m taking Kakyoin home so we can question him about Dio.”

“Good idea. So, it looks like Dio really has made it so we have to hunt him down, huh?”

“Yup. And I don’t like it one bit.”

“You’ll be fine. I’m sure Toto can do the job.”

Jotaro glared at Yorokobi. She replied with a grin.

“If we’re calling him anything, it’s absolutely not Toto,” Jotaro told her. “However, it looks like you’re right. I’m gonna have to get more attached to this guy. I’ll think of a name when we get home.”

“You better.”

The two walked the rest of the way in silence, until their house was on the horizon.

“Jotaro!” Holly exclaimed. “Why are you carrying a boy with you, and why is he covered in blood? Don’t tell me…”

“He did it to protect me, Mom,” Yorokobi reassured her. “Don’t worry.”

“Oh…” Holly said. “Well… that’s good! I wouldn’t want either of my babies getting hurt.”

“I’m not your ‘baby’,” Jotaro growled.

“Okay!” Holly chimed. While Jotaro walked away, Yorokobi turned back to her mom and shrugged.

When the two arrived in the tea room, Jotaro laid Kakyoin down on the floor. Joseph revealed that Kakyoin was being brainwashed by a little thing in his head called a flesh bud, and that he would die in a couple of days. Jotaro, saying he wasn’t dead, summoned his Stand to attempt pulling the flesh bud out of there.

“Jojo, what are you doing?” Yorokobi exclaimed. “You could die!”

“He could die, too,” Jotaro replied, far too calm for the situation. “I can’t have that happening. I still need to thank him for keeping you alive.”

Keeping me alive? Yorokobi thought. What happened while I was passed out?

Although Kakyoin woke up halfway through the removal process, Jotaro succeeded in saving the boy’s life. After it was all over, he started to leave the room.

“Why?” Kakyoin asked. “Why did you risk your life to save me?”

Jotaro looked back, and grabbed the top of the doorway. “When you were talking about Hierophant Green after I had gotten him out of Yorokobi, you said that he would get angry if he was forced out of his small spaces. You said he hurt Yorokobi because of that, and I saw in your eyes you weren’t just talking up your powers. Yorokobi could have been heavily injured, or even dead. And yet, when I checked on her after you were finished off, she was unharmed. I don’t know why, but you spared her, and I needed to return the favor.”

So that’s what this was all about, Yorokobi thought to herself, smiling. Holly came in and patched up Kakyoin’s head while Yorokobi sat right next to him on the floor.

“Does it hurt?” she asked. Kakyoin looked over.

“Huh? No, I’m fine,” he said. “Thank you, though.”

“I have a little technique to get it to stop hurting,” Yorokobi continued. “It works really well, and it doesn’t inconvenience me at all.”

“Well,” Kakyoin admitted, “it does hurt a little. It’s like a dull headache, if that helps.”

“Ooh, I don’t know if I can help with headaches, but I can try,” Yorokobi replied. She gently put her hands on the top of Kakyoin’s head, and breathed deeply. Sparks started to appear from her fingertips, and they travelled to Kakyoin. He noticed a slight tingling, but for the most part, it just warmed him, and made the pain go away.

“It numbs the hurt spot,” Yorokobi explained, “while also filling that spot with a gentle warmth that just feels nice. You won’t be able to feel your forehead for a while, but it should help. Tell me if it starts hurting again.”

“Okay,” Kakyoin nodded. It was then that both of them noticed Holly and Joseph arguing about the Japanese way of doing things, and how Holly wanted to be called Seiko. Yorokobi chuckled.

“It’s just the way family goes, I guess,” she sighed with a small smile. “We love each other, but we just can’t stop getting on each other’s nerves.” She stood back up, and left the tea room, wandering about outside.

“What’s with that smile of yours?” Jotaro asked.

“Hm?” Yorokobi replied. “Oh. I don’t know, really. I guess it’s just that we saved a life today.”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“Fine. You saved a life today. But I did help him out afterward.”

Jotaro shrugged. “Fine. Whatever makes you feel good.”

And after a nice dinner, and a long rest, the next day had begun. Both Kujos were determined that today they were certainly going to school, and not getting mixed up in any weird Stand business.

“Mom!” Yorokobi called out. “I’m going to school now!”

That was weird. Holly was usually right at the door when Yorokobi was leaving. If she wasn’t there, then something was wrong.

“Mom? What’s the matter?” Yorokobi shouted. She had searched all throughout the house, but Holly still wasn’t anywhere to be found. That is, until she came across the kitchen, finding her mother passed out in front of the fridge.

“Mom!” she exclaimed. “Oh no, Mom’s fainted! Granddad! Jojo! Mr. Avdol!”

All three of them ran to Yorokobi’s distressed cries, then rushed to Holly’s side.

“I-I-I-I c…” she took a shallow breath, “came in h-here, a-a-a-and she… Mom was…”

“Don’t worry, Miss Yorokobi,” Avdol reassured her. “We’ll help her. You should… probably leave the room. We might say some things that would distress you even more.”

Yorokobi nodded, and left the room. However, she hid behind the doorway. What do they mean, distress her even more? She was strong and independent. Even if her mother was fainted, she could pull through, right?

“She… only has fifty days,” Avdol said. From behind the door, Yorokobi gasped. Inside the room, the men heard fast-paced, heavy footsteps coming from outside.

“She heard,” Jotaro sighed.

As Kakyoin walked past one of the rooms, he heard heavy sobs coming from inside. When he looked in, he saw Yorokobi, curled up in a ball, alone.

“Yorokobi!” he exclaimed. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whimpered, still in the ball. “It’s just… my mom. I’m worried about her. They said she has fifty days left.”

“Oh, Yorokobi, I’m so sorry,” Kakyoin consoled. He walked up and sat down by her side, picking her up and hugging her. “I know it must be hard to hear that. Do you know what’s causing this?”

“No, I don’t,” Yorokobi mumbled. “She’s going to die and I can’t do anything.”

“Not true,” Jotaro interrupted. He gave Kakyoin a glare that Yorokobi didn’t see, and Kakyoin knew to let go of her. “Turns out, this is Dio’s doing. She fainted from a Stand that she couldn’t handle the strength of. Our destination is Egypt.”

Yorokobi sniffled. “We can save her?”

Jotaro nodded. “Well, are you coming or not, Kakyoin?”

“Me?” Kakyoin asked. “Yes, I’m coming.”

“Then come on,” Jotaro beckoned for him to follow. “We leave right now. And Yorokobi.”

The girl looked up.

“His name is Star Platinum.”