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bagelbright-tok · 2 months ago

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Stayin' Alive

Used 'Too many beds,' from the "reverse tropes," as a prompt for this fic.

After the events of N'Doul, you stay with Kakyoin at the hospital, waiting for the rest of the group to come. While being led to the room Kakyoin would be staying in, instead of an empty room, you see... mattresses? Watch out! An enemy appears with a power able to rival your own!

JJBA x fem!reader, TW: Swearing, mentions of death, a dead body, mentions of blood, fighting

Word Count: 2,156

'Text' = thoughts, "Text" = music

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No Time To Talk

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"Egypt!?"

You knew you should have denied when this teen and his grandpa began raving about a hundred year old vampire who was killing the teen's mom spiritually. Of course, with the context of Stands, you were more willing to believe them; Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammed Abdul, and Jean-Pierre Polnareff.

You were in the same boat as Kakyoin-- no commitment other than to Jotaro's mom, a stranger. While you knew the trip would be life threatening-- you weren't expecting a grave example.

The Emperor and Hanged Man. At first, you played your part. Minded your own business, even managed to tune out Polnareff's and Abdul's argument. You'd barely met them; you didn't want anything to do with their drama.

The whole day became one moment. You, Mr. Joestar, and Kujo stared down at Abdul's dead body. You couldn't help but feel a rattling terror and chill. You'd just met this man in Singapore, and now he was dead. Kakyoin and Polnareff were nowhere in sight.

"What--? What do we do?" You shutter.

No one said anything. Not a noise slipped out.

That day was a while ago. You still think of it-- or, well, it haunts you. Your encounter with N'Doul was arguably also terrifying. Another Stand reliant on sound? Not to mention the useless dog the team acquired. Your headphones were destroyed in that battle-- truly the biggest lost to you.

It did save you, though, temporarily.

All of this runs through your head before a doctor approaches. "Miss [L/N]?" You look up. "We are placing Mr. Kakyoin in his room. Please follow me,"

You stand and follow the moving MD. Your mind is still in a static. "Is he okay?"

"Yes, the main damage was fortunately done to his eyelids rather than his eyeballs." The doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Still, there was some damage, and his eyes need to heal."

"Hey, I'm a big fan of it not being as bad as it could have been," you exhale. "How long will it take?"

You begin to see two nurses rolling a bed towards you and the doctor. It seems you are meeting Kakyoin at his room. "We estimate around two weeks,"

"Shit, two?" You look to the doctor. "That's a long time."

"Optimal for healing,"

The doctor stopped with the bed next to the door. As the doctor opened it, the bed was reoriented to fit through the door. You entered.

"What the fuck?" Bed upon beds upon beds. The room is littered with them. "Is this a storage room or what?"

"Ehm..." The doctor is also looking around the room, confused. "N-no! This is.. this is supposed to be Mr. Kakyoin's room! The key is only for this room,"

You snatch the key. "Let me see that!" You turn and compare the number on the key to the one on the door. "Doc, someone's gotta be fuckin' with you! Why are there so many goddamm beds!?" You throw the key back at the man, growing more frustrated.

"To use against you, [Y/N]~!" A voice echoed from within the beds.

You shoot your head around. "Seriously?" you groan. "Can we not get a day off?" The static was ringing now.

"Your Stand is formidable, I hear," the voice coo'd. "I was beyond elated to have been assigned to handle you and Noriaki!" The doctor was yelling in fear, backing out of the "bed" room.

"Yeah? I can tell by the way you talk, you're overcompensating," You scoff at them. "Why don't you show yourself and see how 'formidable' my Stand is!" You point at the beds, challenging the user.

"Oh, please, as much as I would love to, I also enjoy living." The voice laughed, the source being thrown around the room. "First, the battlegrounds should be in my favour!"

A loud thwap echoed around the room as each and every mattress slapped themselves against the walls of the room. One even managing to slam the door behind you. You look around, now spotting the source of the comments and mattresses.

"Cushioning the walls?" You fold your arms. "I'm guessing so when I beat you, you won't hit them so hard?"

"Don't you hear the difference already, [Y/N]?" They tapped on their ears. "I've made the room sound-proof. The noise we make doesn't bounce back, or echo-- and no noise can get in." They smiled widely.

Your eyes widened. "S-so what?" You stutter, pointing a sharp finger at them.

"So what?" They laughed loudly. "Your Stand, Ace's Wand, is entirely reliant on noises and your feelings. I also know, you don't do well without your music, so-!" They spread their arms out defiantly. "-I have made you your own personal Hell!"

"Shit," you mutter. "So what's your power? Mattress making and manipulation?"

"My Stand is Knave! It's a bit more intricate than that," they explained. "I can create objects from nothing and manipulate them as I please. Mattresses were simply the most inconspicuous object for me to make and plaster."

"Inconspicuous?" You doubted

"It got you in here, didn't it?"

"...Touché."

"Enough talk!" The Knave's wielder yelled, a sparkling object beginning to form in their hand. They launched it towards you before it was fully created.

You gasp, rolling out of the way of the brick hurdling towards you. "Ha!" You taunt, perhaps too early. "ACK--!" A strong heavy force smashes into the back of your head. The brick finally crumbled and seemingly vanished.

"Did you forget the part where I can manipulate what I create?" They snickered, another object beginning to form in their hand.

You groan from the ground, holding your bleeding head. Your vision hurts and blurs, but you're coherent enough to be pissed.

'With enough blows like that, I will forget!' You think to yourself. 'I have to try and use my Stand-- even if it'll be hard to control without music!'

You begin to stand, shakily. Another brick hurdles towards you-- this time you duck down. You summon your Ace's Wand-- partially. You hear the brick change trajectory towards you again. Waiting for the last second, you twist out of the way, allowing the brick to instead smash into the ground.

"Using your Ace to hear my moves, eh?" They hummed. "They may not do as much damage, but perhaps quieter objects will do!"

"Fuck you!" You sprint towards the enemy, almost tripping. You raise a confident fist and throw it towards them. You see them try to raise an arm in defense, but they're too slow.

Your knuckles collide into their face-- you can feel their skin wrap around your hand. With the combination of your Stand, the enemy is launched backward into a mattress.

You breathe heavily, wiping your bloody fist onto your pants. The enemy groans in pain. "I--I think--! I think I'll be better off, out of sight as well..."

"What?"

You can only watch in horror as the enemy slowly melts into the mattress, becoming one with it. 'I need to get some fuckin' music in here, fast!' Your thoughts are all you're left with along with the eerie silence now encasing the room.

You take steps to look around the room, waiting for the next attack. 'Knave creating objects doesn't have a noise.' You spin at the disturbance of air behind you. 'Throwing them rips the air-- but that same sound could be Knave coming out of a mattress... they're too similar sounding!' A flat pane of glass is already too close to you and shatters into your face.

You scream, "AUUGGH--!" the shards digging in and causing you to stumble back. 'Shit! They know what they're doing! Sending things I would hear too late to dodge!' You hover your hands over your face, trying not to touch it.

A small ring alerts you again. You shift to left and watch as a long needle of glass flies by into the wall, shattering into the mattress and disappearing. 'T-too close!' You try to think of a plan while avoiding as many of the glass knives and needles as you can.

You don't avoid them all, though. One needle tears itself through your left shoulder-- another one through the same arm. A ceiling attack rockets a needle and it embeds itself nicely into your right foot, which gives Knave the opportunity to shoot knives straight into your legs. You wail in pain and lay on the ground as comfortably as you can. There was a lot of glass in a lot of your body.

You hear the laughing of the enemy. He reappears and stands above your bloodied form. "It's hard to believe that you, the great [Y/N] [L/N], managed to defeat Yellow Temperance," they stated sarcastically. "You were clearly just lucky."

You shake your head. "I'm-- I'm not lucky," you groaned. "Luck doesn't-- augh--! Luck doesn't win battles!" You smile widely, revealing your blood stained teeth.

The enemy stares down in disgust and horror. "What does that mean!?" Now they're on high alert, looking around the room. "You have your Stand summoned! Where is it!?"

You begin to laugh finally. A loud ringing causes the Knave wielder to look up. A gaping hole in one of the mattresses reveals an intercom. "What!?" They scream, reaching up quickly.

A noise begins to emit from it, though, and the moment it does, the enemy is slammed into the ground. "Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk / I'm a woman's man, no time to talk," Now you hover above the enemy, your Stand taking on a horrifying, yet controlled, appearance.

"You are right, my Stand does rely on music," you explain. "However, my Stand isn't a short-range. It can travel up to 100 metres."

"N-no way!" The enemy cried, your Stand beginning to crush them. "Y-you were using your Stand to dodge my attacks! You couldn't have-- have used it to put music on!"

"Wrong, and correct," you smile. "I wasn't using Ace to dodge, but if I were, I definitely wouldn't have been able to put music on."

"The New York Times' effect on man,"

You begin to bob to the music. "Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, / You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive!"

You turn around and walk away, tuning into the music as the enemy begins to scream in pain. The sounds of shredding and crunching are muted to you.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive!"

The mattresses disappear as you arrive at the door. "Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive!" You open the door, the doctor and nurse standing next to Kakyoin's bed in fear.

When they look into the room, there is nothing but the dents and the splatters of blood on the floor. The Bee Gee's echo through the entire building.

"Hey, uh," you begin. "When you're done with Kakyoin, do you think you could take a look at me, doc?"

You remember the doctor nodding frantically, darkness, and then waking up in a hospital bed two metres away from Kakyoin's.

"Damn,"

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"Oh my god!" Joseph exclaimed at you. "I didn't think a Stand user would actually attack at a hospital! Those workers of DIO really are downright diabolical!"

"Kakyoin is the most vulnerable," Jean-Pierre pointed out. "It makes sense they would want to take advantage of that and try to get him while he's down."

"I'm more surprised they were able to clock my flaws so fast," you hum quietly.

"Oh." Jotaro noised as he rummaged around his pockets for a moment. "I found a store that sold these things. It looked like the one you had before."

Jotaro reveals a pair of headphones. You widen your eyes and snatch them giddily. "They're exactly like them!" You excitedly announce. "Thank you! God, it's been Hell without my music!"

You immediately pull out your Walkman, pop a tape in, connect the headphones, and play your music. You leave one headphone on while the other rests on your head so you can still hear the team.

"All the pairs of headphones we tried to get you as replacements," Joseph began his complaint, "And all you wanted were your old ones!? I paid a lot of money to get those brand new, top-quality ones the other day!"

"I like my old ones," you shrug. "I don't like how the new ones feel on my head or ears."

You put the headphones on completely, now unable to hear Joseph and his frustrated and annoyed rant about your pickiness. You bob your head to the music and even close your eyes so as to avoid his angry hand signs.

"Music loud and women warm / I've been kicked around since I was born / And now it's all right, it's okay,"

"And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive / Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive!"

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It's been like, two? Years? Damn. Anyways, this is a continuation of my fic, Take Me to Funkytown! It has been a while since I have written for JJBA, and I am still not very good at writing fight scenes, so I hope you lot are able to enjoy this! Shout out to @cheesencrackersinprison for commenting on my Funkytown fic. It was actually the greatest motivation for me to write this.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #x reader #reader insert #Noriaki Kakyoin #Jotaro Kujo #Joseph Joestar #jean pierre polnareff #jjba part 3 #Stardust Crusaders #writing #my writing #fiction #fanfic #my fanfic

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shhhhhiminsidesaitamascloset · 1 year ago

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I realize. I REALLY miss JOSEPH FUCKING JOESTAR!

ROMANTICALLY! PLATONICALLY! DAMMIT I MISS HIM. AND I CANT CUDDLE WITH HIS PLUSHIE AT NIGHT ANYMORE!

I'm fighting these fuckers cuz they fucked with my livelihood! Fuck this!

#that drunk melancholy text at 12 am #i miss you joseph joestar #cheers 🥂#😢#dammit #reblog

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goatpaste · 8 months ago

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I feel like I’m missing something.. what is the eated him incident of 89 I mean I get the premise but I feel like I’m missing like, the first post? I saw the short comic but that’s it and I NEED to know

oh man.. itS YEARS of AU writing iv done its soo fucking indulgent, iv literally been working on this AU since.. good lord April of 2022..

If you wanna go digging (which you can but a warning that theres OLLD ugly art post way back in there lol) its all tagged on my blog under #Pillar Fam

but even then its a lil non chronological

the best i got for that, is forever ago i tried to put the general info in a google doc, but its kinda outdated at this point as well lol

But the general idea for this 'incident' in this AU is simply, Jotaro didnt just kill Dio, Jotaro ate Dio

it stems from a P2 rewrite that ultimately ended up with everyone living for better or worse. Along with Joseph and Suzi having a relationship with Wham. Holly is born under both the Joestar Curse as well as Half Pillar man. Theres a lot to dive into with that, but thats just the bases for the bigger topic of 'Eated Him' which is a silly Nickname to a horrific Jotaro event in my AU lol

Jotaro coming from his half Pillar man Mom, is also part Pillar man. And everything we know of Jotaro and the way he behaves and the fear he had over his own stand he thought to be an evil spirit, all lumped on top of being part 'monster'

Jotaro is afraid of himself because he thinks he is a monster because he came from monsters. From comments from his granny Lisa on how cruel and mounterious his grandfather Kars is. To the way his mother doesn't open up about her own feelings of how she and her family is seen in the eyes of human society (which to her is meant to put on a smile and say nothing wrong in hopes that it can keep everyone happy and not burden anyone with her own sadness)

Then he gets this big scary evil spirit haunting him thats supposes to be from his own soul, and it looks just like his mean, cold and disliked 'monster' of a grandfather kars. Baring Fangs, horns and the works.

Jotaro and his mom in their large house, no husband usually around, or friends who come to visit. Just a large empty monster mansion.

So when it comes to the Dio fight in Egypt and as far as Jotaro knows everyone he cares about is dead or dying and he's back into a corner. Its just

fight or flight, and Jotaro doesn't even know whats happening, and how its so instinctual to him. Something so ancient in him that tells him to destroy Dio absolute.

He kills and eats Dio the way any good Pillar Man would a Vampire.

And Jotaro can never take that back. Jotaro has hurt many people, but always as a human, nothing beyond what any of the others in his new found circle of friends cant do. But this? this is what a monster does. Standing there in the middle of the streets of Cairo, covered in blood that isnt his own, dragging back and the last arm of flesh to his dying grandfather. In his eyes he has become his grandfather.

#jotaro 🤝 holly having very complicated feelings about being part pillar man and also their relationship to kars #who both love him and fear him #and who kars loves and hates them #theres some more old content on this if you wanna dig through that tag o mine #iv been thinkin about going back and redrawing old comics for this au since some are nearly 2 years old now...#pillar fam

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despicablebisexual · 2 years ago

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$5 | Caesar Zeppeli x Reader

Joseph really should have learned to listen to Suzie Q when she told him to knock...

warnings: afab reader, EXPLICIT SMUT mdni, betting, cursing, Joseph Joestar is a perv

set during battle tendency (part 2), all characters are 18+ years old

a/n: I've been on a Caesar fics binge lately, pls give my lover some attention

A wasted day.

That's all Joseph could think. He was wasting his one free day away.

Lisa Lisa decided to have mercy on the occupants of Air Supplena island and let everyone take the day off. She had business to attend to in Venice all day and wouldn't arrive back home until dinner time. When she left, Joseph begged Loggins and Messina to loosen the reins and leave the young adults alone. After some (shameful) begging on Joseph's part, the instructors gave in and left them alone. The only condition was to leave them to their all-day poker tournament in the library of the mansion. They told them if any funny business happened, they would not defend the young adults against Lisa Lisa.

"Alright! Now then lads, let's say we kick the day off by getting into the wine c-"

Joseph stopped mid-sentence when he noticed his two fellow Hamon users nowhere to be found.

"-cellar..."

That was about four hours ago. It's 1pm on the hottest day of the year in Venice, and Joseph had nothing to do. He had been trying to entertain himself with cards but could hardly focus since he was so bored.

"I know... I'll find Suzie Q! Then we can track down y/n and Caesar."

Joseph smirked to himself as he set off in search of the girl who had captured his heart. Besides her shyness, she was quite the jokester herself. He searched all throughout the mansion before finally spotting her in the laundry room.

"Suize Q!"

"Ah, Jojo! You scared me! Don't sneak up on me like that."

She playfully smacks his chest before turning back to folding the laundry in front of her. Joseph stands behind her and watches her.

"Jojo, if you came to watch me fold laundry, then the least you could do is offer to help me instead of staring."

Joseph snorts before he brushes the hair out of his face.

"I wasn't staring... I came to ask if you had seen y/n and Caesar! The two rats fled on me before I could even suggest what we do today."

"I believe I saw them in their swimsuits, heading for the pool earlier."

Suzie Q continues folding the laundry while Joseph stands behind her with a confused look.

"Swimming? Why would they go swimming without me?"

Suzie Q giggles at Joseph, not even bothering to turn around. When she turns around to place some folded towels on the shelf next to her, she sees Joseph's look of confusion.

"Oh my, Jojo! Do you really not know?"

"Know what," he says as he furrows his eyebrows.

"Why Caesar and y/n would go swimming without you, silly." Suzie Q laughs again but Joseph is steadily getting more impatient.

"What's the big idea?! Do they not like me or something?" He's starting to fume at this point.

Suzie Q sets down the laundry and laughs hard. "Jojo, you are so funny! It's not that they don't like you, it's that they like each other."

Joseph's jaw drops and Suzie Q laughs as hard as she possibly could at his reaction.

"What?!?!"

"How could you not notice that your two best friends are dating each other? Everyone in the house knows!"

"Everyone?!! Knows?!! Caesar and y/n... are dating?!!"

Joseph clutches the side of his face. Suzie Q's laughter has died down at this point and is instead replaced with shock.

"How did you find out?! Who told you?"

"Y/n and I spend a lot of time together when the three of you aren't training. Women talk, it's just what we do."

Joseph is baffled at this point.

"I don't believe you. I would bet $5 on it that you're wrong," he states plainly.

Suzie Q shakes her head as she chuckles.

"Follow me, Jojo."

Joseph Joestar might not be the smartest person in any given room, but there was no possible way that he could miss something like his two best friends dating. As him and Suzie Q trekked through the mansion, he began to think aloud.

"Caesar and y/n, really?? But she's so mature and strong and sensible, and he's not."

Suzie guides them through the kitchen and onto the back patio. She stops and turns to him. "Sometimes, love is found in the last person you expected." She smiles so hard at him, her eyes crinkle. Joseph blushes as they continue walking. Heading through the small flower garden, they reach the pool. Caesar and y/n are nowhere in sight.

"Hmm... I know I saw them in their swimsuits, y/n was wearing that beautiful green one that looks amazing on her!"

Suzie Q and Joseph looked around for a moment. That's when Joseph noticed two sets of wet footprints by the back door that had not dried yet due to being in the shade.

Joseph grabbed Suzie Q's arm. "There, Suzie! Let's follow the path they took."

Without even waiting for an answer, Joseph took off with Suzie in tow. He followed the water trail through the kitchen, into the hallway, up the stairs, through the corridors before finally landing in front of Caesar's room. He put his hand on the doorknob. He went to turn, but Suzie Q grabbed a hold of his wrist and stopped him.

"Jojo! We can't just barge in! They're a couple, what if they are..." Her cheeks flushed as she abandoned the thought.

"Nonsense, I walk into Caesarino's room all the time and he has yet to been in there with y/n. I'm telling you Suzie; they aren't a couple." And with that firm statement, he turned the doorknob and entered the room.

Upon entry, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Caesar's bed was made, the curtains were drawn open to let sunshine in, and all his items were in place. The only thing out of the ordinary was a towel that sat on the bed. When Joseph's picked it up, he could smell the chlorine on it still.

"See Suzie Q! Only one towel; Caesar's towel. If they were together, her towel would be in here with his."

Suzie Q shook her head. "I guess you are right, Jojo. Perhaps we're all mistaken, and they aren't together."

Unsatisfied with her defeat, Joseph grabs her hand. "I'll prove to you that I'm right, perhaps y/n is still in her room. I'm getting to the bottom of why they left without me now."

The duo exits the room and Joseph marches them down the hall to y/n's room. She had been placed on the other side of the large hall to afford her privacy from the two boys.

Again, Joseph doesn't knock and bursts into the room. "Oh y/n," he says in a sing-songy voice.

When they enter, they can hear the shower in y/n's ensuite bathroom running. The door is cracked open just enough to let the steam escape.

"Jojo, she's in the shower! Give her some privacy. Such a pervert!"

Joseph sighs and turns on his heel to exit the room with Suzie Q. The two are just at the door when they hear her.

A long, high-pitched moan comes from the bathroom. The duo turns to each other suddenly.

Another one. "Mm, more please, Caesar."

"Anything for you, cara mia."

This time it's Suzie Q's jaw that drops. Joseph slowly turns to face the shower. He takes a few steps forward. Silently, he gets Suzie Q's attention and points to the green swimsuit on the floor right by the door, accompanied by blue swim trunks. The moans coming from the bathroom are getting louder, and the sound of skin hitting skin becomes apparent. Joseph takes a hand and eases open the door by a few centimeters. Suzie Q is silently shaking her head and trying to stop him, but he can't help but take a look in.

The scene inside is pornographic. Caesar stands inside y/n's shower (that has clear doors) with her in his arms, pressed against the wall. The couple are facing one another, too absorbed into the moment to realize that the door had crept opened several inches. He's rutting in and out of her at lightning quick speed. Y/n's arms and legs are wrapped around him, and she bounces along with his thrusts, moaning obscenely. Caesar is whispering sweet nothings to her while she babbles on about how good his cock feels inside of her, and how she's coming close to the edge.

"Caesar, I'm so close. Please don't stop."

Caesar groans at her words, trying to adjust her up higher. He handles her a little too roughly, and almost slips. The couple both yelp and Joseph takes this moment to flee from the scene.

He grabs Suzie Q and they run out of y/n's room, flying through the mansion until they are back in the kitchen, as far as possible from the couple.

Panting and out of breath, Jojo sits at the table and holds his head in his hands. He processes the moment he just saw between his two best friends, before looking up when Suzie Q taps his shoulder.

She's out of breath also but has a smile on her face and her palm before him, waiting. He cocks his eyebrow at her in confusion.

"$5, please."

Several days later. Joseph and Caesar walk into the kitchen to see Suzie Q conversing with a heated y/n.

"What's going on," Joseph asks nonchalantly.

"Joseph Joestar, you are a dead man!"

Y/n chases after Joseph, who has no idea what he has done to incur her wrath, throughout the mansion. Caesar and Suzie Q just watch the two.

"He finally caught us, didn't he?"

Suzie Q giggles, "yes, I'm sorry, I tried to stop him."

"Dio santo... She's going to kill him."

#caesar zeppeli x reader #caesar zeppeli x you #caesar zeppeli smut #joseph joestar x suzie q #joseph joestar is a perv #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos part 2 #battle tendency #caesar deserved better #love him sm

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rougepancake · 1 year ago

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in the middle of the night

FT. Incubus!Joseph Joestar; AFAB Reader

WELCOME TO THE MONSTER MASQUERADE

WARNINGS: Incubus Joseph, somnophilia, dubcon, fingering, choking, tail play???, little bit of s&m??? Also might be incredibly poorly written… and short… (IM SORRY GUYS). If there’s any tags I missed, lemme know!

SUMMARY: An incubus’s job is to feed off of the lust of women, not to fall in love with them. That goes against practically everything they stand for. But it’s not like Joseph cares.

There was something about how the night enveloped it’s victims that made it beautiful. Maybe it was the danger that came with the darkness. Or maybe it was what lay in waiting within the darkness…

Various monsters from all over like to make appearances at night. It’s like the lack of light allows them to hide the things they hate most about themselves. That’s how human-monster hybrids are brought into the world, as the night was practically made for doing things that would be frowned upon in the sunlight.

Your lover was a monster. An incubus, to be exact.

And he had you falling asleep early so that you could feel him in your dreams.

Joseph appeared and slowly walked over to your sleeping form, taking in the sight in silence. You were in nothing but a baggy shirt, and he loved it. It was almost as if you had fallen asleep that way on purpose…

“You look so lovely…” He whispered, reaching down and running his hands along your smooth legs. You squirmed at his touch, but you were in too deep of a sleep to wake up. His tail flicked behind him as he crawled onto your bed, the additional weight causing it to creak beneath him.

Joseph wasted no time dipping his fingers into your cunt. The sounds you made in your sleep were simply too divine to pass up, so he figured he’d relish in them while he still could.

His tail made its way up your leg, forcing it to the side so that his fingers could delve deeper into you. Goosebumps formed along the surface of your skin, moans falling from the lips of your sleeping body like a prayer. He knew what you wanted, but he wasn’t quite ready to give it to you.

Oh how he wished you were awake for this part.

His fingers left your cunt, his tail falling to the side and allowing your leg to rest. Joseph Joestar wasn’t exactly one for foreplay. He was an incubus, after all. All he was really supposed to do was have sex with you and leave, but he was to enamored with you to do the last part.

“Come now darling, I think it’s time you ought to be seeing my beautiful face.” His tail came up to wrap around your throat as he quickly undid his belt. The sound of you struggling to breathe was something that never failed to get him hard.

To his luck, your eyes began fluttering open right as he began to feed off of your lust. He was buried deep in you, patiently waiting for the lack of air to wake you up, and sure enough it did.

“J-Joseph…” Your eyes were lidded, your chest heaving as his grip on your throat loosened slightly. That jerk, he was wearing that same old shitty grin. He wanted to watch you struggle.

“Well hello there beautiful. Why don’t we have some fun…”

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba smut #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #joseph joestar smut #x reader #jojo smut #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jjba joseph #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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fabunicorn · 2 years ago

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Hi this is my first story and it is agere and yandere so caution my people reader is female In this

Warnings

Contains injury

Ageregression

Yandereism

Forced agere

Kidnapping

Drugging (If you squint)

Let me know if I missed anymore fanfic is under the cut.

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The ominous sound of a mobile looming above your head awakens you from your peaceful slumber, as your drowsy form slowly awakens vision clearing you notice that your in some kind of cage?, no a bassinet!

‘Why the hell am I in a bassinet! I’m no infant’ you thought faded memories finally coming back to you after a few minutes.

*flashback*

“JOJO” you screamed in concern, your dear friend Joseph joestar was fighting against men he was no where near prepared to go up against. the pillarmen. Jojo had tried to use his clackervolley to try and bring down the adopted son and underling of the pillarmen, whamu however morphed his body away from the clackervolley and sliced Joseph’s wrists open, he had less than a minute to live.

Tears running down your face you charge towards whamu fist outstretched to try and land a punch on him only for whamu to push you onto the ground chucking lightly “your pathetic display tiny human is amusing to me”. Your brows furrowed in anger you noticed the other pillarmen staring at your namely Kars. “gentle with this one whamu she is only young, I sense a power in her she must be raised correctly to unleash this power and who better than us the ultimate beings” kars interjected. “Come little one let’s go home and away from these humans forcing you to act older than you are, it’s humans like you that disgust me the most” kars sneered to Joseph and ceasar.

Eisdisi nodded towards whamu and at that point everything was a faded blur, your brain didn’t have the energy to even try to remember.

*end of flash back*

‘Oh no, I’ve been kidnapped!’ You thought your mind in a state of panic and fear ‘even worse they think I’m some infant’ as you got lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice the door silently opening and dark figure making his way towards you. You only noticed the presence when your felt a dark shadow leer over you, it was kars!

“I see your awake tiny human, you must be confused as to what’s going on but you have nothing to fear your daddy is here now” Kars spoke quietly attempting to not scare you further but failing. “I will explain after we have gotten you ready and fed” kars finished reaching out towards you, only then did you notice the soft fabric pinned around your hips and the baby bottle in kars hand.

You tried to shuffle away and protest only for Kars to swaddle you in a soft fabric and carry you to a changing table. “I noticed you have not used your nappy, we will have to remedy that we can not have our little one getting sick” kars made quick work of your clothes and changed your into a light pink footed sleeper, he carried you into a large hall with a throne in surrounded by vampires.

Sitting down in the throne kars positioned you into the crook of his arm with your head supported you tried to protest but no sound would come out. Kars shoved the bottle into your mouth but you refused to drink sputtering and choking on the warm milk, he snapped his fingers and one of his vampires came with another piece of fabric and laid it over your chest to act as a bib “don’t tell me your too young for a bottle little one, we have ways to remedy that too” kars said with a light smirk, you quickly started drinking after that not wanting to know what he meant.

Before you knew it the bottle was empty and there was a warm heavy feeling in your tummy. You were confused when kars lifted you over his shoulder and started parting your back, a loud burp erupted from you causing your cheeks to flame in embarrassment, “that good huh” kars hummed lightly. You buried your face in his chest to embarrassed to face him again, kars snapped his fingers again and another vampire came and bowed before him “go fetch eisidisi and whamu to meet our new little one” and as quickly as the vampire came he left, meanwhile all you could think was ‘can this get any worse’

To be continued…

That was part one maybe a part two depending on the reaction to this please leave constructive criticism as I have not written in years and tell me if any warnings are missing thank you for reading goodbye

#daddykars #forced agere #forced infantilism #yandere kars x reader #yandere kars #yandere pillar men #yandere diapers.#yandere eisidisi #yandere whamu #daddy eisidisi #brother whamu #yandere

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ascorpiosramblings · 10 days ago

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Exhausted

warnings: Angst, grief, general feelings of sadness from survivors guilt.

Joseph Joestar. A man who took to the skies many times and crashed just as many. It was a miracle he lived as long as he did considering all the stunts he pulled in his youth. Now that DIO was dealt with, he could resume his air travel as he usually would.

But then he truly realised what he'd be resuming. Air travel. Sitting in an airport with bodies moving in all directions, buying cola from overpriced food stalls, finding no place to sit, going through a long security check and waiting even longer.

This time however, he was five hours early. Five hours. All courtesy his wife who insisted "What if it's crowded and you take hours in a line!" . And if his wife wasn't enough he also had a grandson who was more than eager to drop him off at the airport earlier than needed. The precious hours he could have spent talking to Holly were now spent sitting in the airport doing nothing other than sipping on an overpriced frappe.

Sitting there he felt exhausted. But not just exhausted with his environment. Exhausted with all that he had gone through. He was no stranger to loss. But time and time again seeing those he loved pass on while he continued to draw breath was near unbearable.

He still remembered the first time. Ceaser. He didn't deserve to have his life cut short so suddenly, he was an ally only few could boast of befriending. He missed the banter they had to this day. The way his golden locks shone in the sunlight, shaping the aura of strength that emanated from him. He was one of a kind indeed.

After that he had thought that was it. That was the only painful and bizzare experience in his life. But what he didn't know at the time was that the worst was yet to come.

Kakyoin was a child. Just a bright young highschooler with so much life left to live. So much world to see. It was ironic how the boy joined to repay a debt, yet looking back reality suggests that it was the crusaders that were indebted to him. He was the one to figure out DIOs stand. He was the one to give up his life to expose the secret. And he was the one who paid the ultimate price.

Avdol was a wise man. With his head held high and a fiery sense of duty and loyalty he gained a surfeit of knowledge and wisdom at his disposal. Sometimes Joseph was taken aback by how much the man knew about stand powers. And not only was he wise, he was brave too. Brave enough to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

And how could he forget Iggy. The brave little mutt who left a deep imprint on the crusaders. By far the memory disturbed Joseph, seeing such a heroic dog die so painfully. Even now coffee flavoured chewing gum isn't the same for him.

All these losses and he sat there at the airport feeling powerless. "Why do they have to die while I live on?". This thought never left Joseph and made him uncomfortable. He could feel his skin crawl with darkness taking over his thoughts. Underneath the confident and put together was a man with insecurities and pain. The memories of his fallen comrades were too much for him.

The airports uncomfortable noise adding to the discomfort he felt, making him feel as if bugs were crawling up his back. Little bugs that reminded him of how he got to live while the others more deserving of life had passed. All he could feel was the discomfort of living. A part of him making him wonder if he should have been in their place instead.

The discomfort of being haunted by ghosts of the past had him feeling choked under the weight of survivors guilt. How was he even allowed to live? What did he even do to deserve all the life he had while the most remarkable people he knew were laid to rest? The suffocation of being alive was too much to bear and the pain was just as piercing. It's as if he was back when he watched Ceaser lose his life, or Kakyoin pay the ultimate price, or seeing Avdol and Iggys heroic sacrifice. It's as if the memories refused to leave him be and played in his head over and over again in a loop. The maddening pain of having to be the survivor while those better than him weren't given such luxury.

"papa". An image of his daughter flashed in his head. That's right. Holly. His perfect little daughter. He considered himself lucky to see her grow up. The becon of hope in his life. He swore that his daughter was synonymous to sunlight.

"old man". Jotaro. His grandson. He didn't get an opportunity to spoil the boy rotten when he was young but that doesn't mean it's too late. Though something told Joseph that his aloof grandson would roll his eyes and mumble "good grief" and brush off any grandiose gesture he could come up with.

In that moment he felt the darkness receed. He had a family to live for. A daughter to protect and a grandson to watch grow up. He lived to grow old with his wife in retirement. Even the family he found along the way like Polnareff.

Weather he deserved it or not, he had a life that he wanted to live for his loved ones.

Pulled out of his thoughts he relaxed on the airport chair. Lifting his hand to check the time from his watch he came to a dreadful realisation.

Only 15 minutes had passed.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #part 2 #battle tendency #part 3 #stardust crusaders #joseph joestar #noriaki kakyoin #mohammed avdol #iggy jojo #ceaser zeppeli #jotaro kujo #jjba #jjba part 3 #jjba part 2 #jjba fanfic #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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scarymonsters-andsupercreeps · 3 months ago

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The Miracle We Need

Prologue + Chapter 1

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After overcoming her sickness, Holly develops a Stand of her own and seeks to join her family in Egypt.

Read on AO3 here!

Warnings for: nightmare sequence, illness, mentions of death

Prologue

Suzi craned her neck to see better out the car window. They were coming up on Holly’s house and she wanted to see if her daughter was out in the garden. Unfortunately it was a school day today, meaning she couldn’t see Jotaro right away. It had been several years, and she was curious to see just how tall he’d gotten!

Suzi received a call from Joseph a few days ago saying he was going to be gone longer than he expected on his business trip to Japan. He didn’t give an estimate, which was odd for him. Usually he kept her informed.

She was a little miffed about that, and she felt like doing something spontaneous—so here she was. She booked the soonest flight to Japan despite the protests of her butler, Roses. She was excited to surprise Holly with her visit and hopefully see Joseph.

As the car neared Holly’s house, though, Suzi’s heart dropped and an acute feeling of dread settled in her chest. The driveway and streets around were full of vans and SUVs, some marked with decals she vaguely recognized. She’d seen Joseph dealing with people that had that logo: “SPW.”

She got out of the car quickly, marching up the driveway. At the door, a young person in scrubs stood with a clipboard. “What’s your name?” He asked. “Gotta check if you’re authorized.”

Suzi frowned. Authorized? This was Holly’s house, not some kind of military base!

“I’m Joseph Joestar’s wife. Does his name ring any bells? I’ll have you know he sent me.” She stuck her chin up, trying to sell her lie and praying these people were aligned with Joseph. They had to be, right?

The nurse looked at his clipboard. “You’re not on the list.”

“Is Joseph?” She asked. The nurse nodded, so she continued. “Well, as I said, I’m his wife, Suzi Joestar. He sent me here. Did you miss the call from him? I’m sure you don’t want to be the person who has to answer to him about who kept his wife waiting.”

“I…” the nurse wavered a bit. “Fine, go ahead.” He reluctantly stepped aside.

Suzi quickly elbowed past him before he could change his mind. She took off her shoes at the door and looked around. The front room was strangely empty, but she could hear voices a few rooms down. There were probably more doctors here.

Usually she would check the kitchen for Holly, however, this time she had a sinking feeling that her daughter wouldn’t be there. Suzi followed the sounds until she rounded a corner and saw a door propped open.

She approached slowly, her knees starting to feel a bit weak.

Inside, a hospital bed and heart monitor had been set up. There were multiple side tables with supplies, as well as an IV drip hooked up to the person in the bed—Holly. She was currently asleep. When she got closer, Suzi saw how pale Holly was, and the sweat shining on her brow.

What had happened? Suzi pulled up a chair and reached for Holly’s hand. She was burning up and her hand was clammy. Suzi sat there for a moment, taking deep breaths to try and collect her thoughts. What could have possibly occurred that would lead to such a sudden illness? Suzi had spoken to Holly on the phone just a few days ago. Worse yet, what illness would Joseph not tell Suzi about? Why did they bring all the medical equipment to Holly instead of just taking her to a real hospital? The more Suzi thought about it, the angrier she got.

Holly stirred and Suzi snapped out of her angry haze, realizing she had been gripping Holly’s hand too tightly. She leaned over and fussed with Holly’s hair. Clearly the people who had laid her here had no regard for her hair—it was a mess.

As she worked out the tangles, Suzi thought about the situation more. She needed to get ahold of Joseph. But how? Maybe the strange doctors would know.

She reluctantly stood, leaving the room. Now there was a doctor and a few nurses there, hovering to see what she was doing.

“Hey, you!” Suzi said. “Can you get me on the phone with Joseph?”

The doctor nodded. “Yes…but who are you?”

“I’m Suzi Joestar! Joseph’s wife!” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, of course. Right this way.” The doctor briskly led her to the landline, seeming to sweat a bit. Suzi liked how effective name-dropping Joseph was.

At the phone, the doctor dialed a number swiftly and then handed it to Suzi, scuttling away before she could say anything. On one hand, she didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot with the doctors keeping her daughter alive, but on the other, she didn’t trust a single one of them.

The phone rang for a long while, and she heard the call being redirected a few times. Apparently the doctor didn’t actually know where Joseph was and the call was being sent through a few operators from within this mysterious organization. Suzi wondered if it would work.

Who cares about that? She thought. Who are these people and this company? What do they have to do with Joseph? Why does he trust them? Where is he? And will he even pick up?

But then he did.

“…hello? What is it?”

Suzi never expected to feel such mixed emotions upon hearing her beloved husband’s voice. One part of her was relieved he was okay, and the other part wanted his head on a pike for keeping this from her. She took a breath, trying to organize the tornado of questions flying around her head.

She must have been quiet for a while, because he said hello a few more times. She pursed her lips.

“Joseph Joestar,” Suzi hissed. “You’d better have an explanation ready for me.”

Chapter 1: It’s a Miracle

A dark figure, enshrouded in tendrils of smoke yet backlit by a sickly yellow flame. Golden curls cascading down his back, skin as pale as death, and flashing white teeth—no, fangs. He should have been beautiful, but there was something wrong. His neck came into the light. On it was a jagged, half-healed scar ringed with irritation, as if his head had been spliced back onto his body. His shoulder bore a purple birthmark in the shape of a star. This was a Joestar birthmark—meaning his body was stolen.

DIO.

Holly thrashed in bed, now trembling in fear.

A broad back wearing a black coat. Broken cogs. Bloodied glass shards. The boy in black hunched over, blood pouring from his mouth, shadows obscuring his face completely. The boy again, laying curled up in a circle made of knives with his face hidden in the crook of his own elbow. He was somehow still familiar. A faint heartbeat sounded in the distance. Complete and utter darkness. A lock of black hair fluttering downwards as the heartbeat got louder. Then it stopped. A glimpse of lifeless sea-green eyes, stagnant as a puddle.

Black eyelashes. Thick brows.

Jotaro.

Holly jerked awake, crying out in terror. Her hair stuck to her neck with sweat. She couldn’t stop shaking. Her breaths came in labored gasps.

Her head swirled with the need to protect Jotaro. It was so strong she could almost taste it.

After the adrenaline started to wear off, Holly looked around. Next to her, an EKG screeched in time with her racing heart. She was in a relatively professional-looking hospital bed, although it was set up in the guest room of her own house. Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains and the dividers. What had happened? Why was she being tended to at home?

Given how high her heart rate was, a nurse would probably be here shortly for her to interrogate. She sighed heavily, leaning back to try and process the dream she’d had. As she calmed down, she remembered more and more of the details, and it threatened to make her panic all over again.

The first person she saw was without a doubt DIO. She recognized him from the spirit photos Joseph had taken. She had been comforted by what she had somehow subconsciously known was Jonathan’s body. She didn’t want to think about DIO, nor did she know why she dreamt about him. The image was still vivid in her mind, and it made her shiver.

More concerning was the second vision. That one was Jotaro, she just knew it. Its meaning wasn’t as clear as the first.

The last image haunted her. She knew by how glassy his eyes were that he was dead in it. Why did she dream about her son dying? Just the thought of it made her tear up. She was certain something bad was going to happen to Jotaro, and she was certain she had to stop it.

Just then, the door opened and a nurse trotted up to her. He was closely followed by Suzi, who was in a nightgown with a hastily donned cardigan over it.

“You’re awake!” She exclaimed.

Holly nodded absentmindedly as the nurse poked and prodded at her, sometimes asking questions or giving orders. “Where’s Jotaro?” She asked, her voice betraying her anxiety.

Suzi hesitated, and that told Holly everything she needed to know.

“He’s gone, isn’t he? Is he with Papa?” Holly started to shake a little. It’s another dream, she thought. It can’t be real.

“Yes. Joseph said they’re after…DIO? They thought you were going to die of this sickness so they left in order to save you.” Suzi sighed. “He wouldn’t tell me much, and what he did tell me didn’t make sense.”

“How long have they been gone?” Holly almost didn’t want to know the answer to that one. The nurse finally got done with her and scribbled on the clipboard attached to her bed before leaving quietly.

“Around a week. They left the same day you fell ill.”

Holly gasped. “I’ve been asleep that long? I need to go, now! I need to warn him!” She threw her legs over the side of the bed and immediately saw stars. Suzi grabbed her and laid her back against the pillows. Holly barely struggled, her energy quickly fading.

“Don’t do anything dumb, Holly,” Suzi scolded. “You need to get your strength back.”

“Time is of the essence here!” Holly said, trembling again. “Jotaro could die!” She recalled the vision again. It made her sick to her stomach to think about the horrible things DIO might do to Jotaro. Would DIO steal Jotaro’s body if it came to that? She remembered her wonderful great-granny, Erina. How had she been able to bear it when Jonathan was killed by DIO? And then his body stolen? Erina was much stronger than her, Holly thought.

“You could die if you keep pushing yourself like this!” Suzi shook her head, gently smoothing Holly’s hair. “You’re starting to act like Joseph! I couldn’t get him to sit still for the life of me. Those burns he got were more serious than he gave them credit for! You’ve been asleep with a fever for a very long time. Your body isn’t ready to move, okay? Don’t be like him!”

Holly thought of her father. The burns all over his arms, face, and torso. She remembered when she was little she would hold his hand, and it would be so hard and rough. Callouses, burn scars, the works. She would always ask for him to take off his glove so she could feel his skin. His hands were always warm, seeming to radiate life. Even his prosthetic was gentle in a way. She hoped he was okay. She needed him to be, so she could hold his hand again.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Suzi said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Holly nodded, swallowing down the lump in her throat. “I had such a horrible dream…I saw Jotaro…I saw him die.”

As soon as she spoke it aloud, the tears came. She couldn’t imagine what her life would be like without Jotaro. He was all she had, ever since Sadao had divorced her in every sense but legally. She hadn’t seen her husband for so long she barely recognized him when he was in the news last time.

She had already lost him, but at least he was alive. There was a chance.

If Jotaro died for her she would never forgive herself. She bit down on her lower lip, trying not to spiral into hysterics.

“Don’t cry! It’s just a dream, alright? Jotaro is a very smart boy, he’ll be fine!” Suzi said with an encouraging squeeze of Holly’s hand. “The guy they’re after…he’s strong, but it’s a whole team against just one of him.”

Holly could tell by Suzi’s tone there that she didn’t believe that. Whatever Joseph had told her made her aware of the gravity of this situation, and the low odds of survival.

“I know, but something about the dream was just so real. I have a feeling that it’ll come true.” She pulled her knees up to her chest. “I’m scared, mama…”

“Try not to worry about it right now. There’s nothing you can do for him in your condition. The only thing that will help you is rest, okay?”

Holly nodded, drying her tears. “Okay.”

Suzi leaned over and kissed Holly’s forehead. “It’s the middle of the night, how about you try and get some sleep? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No, it’s alright. I need a minute.”

“Alright. Sleep well.” With that, Suzi left, closing the door behind her.

Holly rolled over and settled under the blankets, but as soon as she closed her eyes she saw Jotaro again. Dead on the ground. Curled up in agony. She tried to think of something else, anything else.

She remembered when he was little, he used to ask her to push him on the swing and—

It wasn’t working. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while. Why was this happening to her?

A few nurses came in to bother her some more.

No, that was mean. They were making sure she was okay after her fever broke. It was their job.

She rubbed her eyes, internally embarrassed for being grouchy.

Holly needed to talk to Joseph about these dreams. He always knew what to do, especially in strange situations like this.

She started to wonder where her father had even gotten all of his near-encyclopedic knowledge of the strange and occult. Come to think of it, he went on a suspicious amount of “business trips.” What could he possibly need to travel that much for?

If Joseph’s excursions weren’t for his job, what were they for, then? Was he some kind of ghost hunter?

Is that what those “Stands” would fall under? She trusted Joseph’s judgement, but she definitely didn’t blame Jotaro for thinking his was an evil spirit.

Jotaro’s Stand was scary, and not just in appearance. She recalled his flashing blue eyes, the same as Jotaro’s but colder and brighter. Harsher. He radiated power and sheer intimidation. But even more frightening was the thought of him allowing her son to hurt someone on accident. Jotaro said he had trouble keeping him at bay. Holly wondered if he would ever spiral out of control. Joseph certainly couldn’t do anything against this Stand—Hermit Purple wouldn’t be a match at all.

Hermit Purple had been strangely beautiful. The resonant sound it gave off was very soothing to her, maybe because it was her father’s Stand. She had liked its violet light.

And then there was Magician’s Red. Holly was glad Avdol was on their side, even though he had to rough up Jotaro. But something about watching Magician’s Red and Avdol work together was captivating. They were completely in tune, and Avdol had exact control of his flames. Maybe Avdol would be the key to getting Jotaro’s Stand under control should the worst happen.

Holly knew her son, and she knew that with power like that he would he even more self-sacrificial than usual. She wondered if he’d learned to use his Stand to its full potential yet. If he learned as much control as Avdol had, Jotaro might just have a chance against DIO. She knew he could do it. The thought offered her a small bit of comfort.

She wondered what her son was up to right now. Was he sleeping? She hoped he wasn’t having bad dreams like she was.

***

A couple of days had passed since Holly woke up, and now she was eating light portions of solid food and even walking for short distances. Last night she had cooked dinner for herself, her mom, and the nurses on graveyard shift. She was proud of her accomplishments, but worried she wasn’t improving fast enough.

This spike in her motherly instincts was making her very antsy. She didn’t like sitting around. She felt the need to help Jotaro, but she didn’t know how. She would just be a hindrance—any enemy they would face was far above her pay grade.

Holly wanted to talk to her dad; she missed him sorely. Suzi wouldn’t tell her whether that was possible. When Holly had asked why, Suzi had hedged until she gave up.

Were both of her parents now keeping secrets from her? The feeling was maddening—She just wanted to know what was going on.

Right now, Holly was talking a lap around almost the entirety of her house with the help of a walker the nurses had given her.

Her strength seemed to ebb and flow. Every now and then she could almost walk by herself, but other times her legs would be rubber and she could barely even stand. She was doing fairly well this time, although not having to concentrate on walking meant she was free to worry.

Today she just couldn’t shake the writhing clump of apprehension in her chest caused by Jotaro’s absence.

On her walk, she came to his room.

The door was slightly open and she could see the vase in his windowsill where she always left him flowers. The ones she had given him before she got sick were still there, now shriveled and brown.

Suzi had weeded her flower beds for her earlier and brought in a few hibiscus. Holly went and grabbed one out of the dining room, returning and switching it for the dead flowers. What had they even been before they dried up? She couldn’t remember.

The curtains were drawn, so Holly opened them. The flower would last longer that way, and with water.

Now that she could see better, Holly noticed how much of a mess it was in here. Jotaro never let his room get messy…he must have been in a hurry to pack. A few of his band t-shirts were thrown over his bed, and his school bag had been emptied.

Holly didn’t have the strength to clean for him right now. She felt guilty, but Suzi would have her head if she walked in on Holly cleaning.

She stopped beside his desk to throw away the old flowers. In the trash were very many pieces of paper, which she initially assumed was scratch paper from homework.

However, she saw English writing. Jotaro’s school didn’t teach anything in English that would need scratch paper. Not to mention the words:

“Dear mom,”

Holly’s heart skipped a beat. Had he tried to write her a note? With shaking hands she pulled it out of the trash, smoothing out the creases. It was written in a hasty scrawl, with several words scratched out or replaced.

“Dear mom,

We’re leaving to go after DIO. It’s me, the old man, Avdol, and Kakyoin. I don’t know if you’ll be awake to read this, but if you are then try not to worry. We’re flying straight to Egypt and we’ll have a long time to get ready once we’re there.

I don’t know how it’ll go. I don’t know enough about DIO to give you an honest guess about whether we’ll live.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. If we lose you won’t ever see it. But on the off chance you might, I wanted to tell you I didn’t mean to take you for granted. You’re a good mom. I’m sorry I turned out the way I did. I’m”

It ended mid-sentence. Holly put a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob. Hot tears streamed down her face. What had stopped him from finishing the note? Her vision blurring, she grabbed the rest of the papers. They all had variations of the first paragraph written with varying degrees of care.

She knew he was terrified. He had to be to write like that. If he was in any way confident he wouldn’t have written it like a will towards the end.

She cried harder. Jotaro had packed up his belongings without question and set off to another country in order to fight the person causing her illness. He did it for her. Because he loved her.

Her son, not even of age yet, was fully prepared to sacrifice himself to save her and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

It made her sick with fear.

Holly forced herself to take deep breaths. She needed to be calm. Think.

She couldn’t. Recalling her dreams made her panic even more. She could remember it with perfect clarity, down to each hair on DIO’s head. She sat down so she wouldn’t fall and hurt herself.

She reached to grab one of the papers, but stopped. What was that?

It looked like her hand had been engulfed in green, thorny vines bearing holly leaves and too-bright berries.

Was she hallucinating now? The vines looked shimmery and were transparent in places, like they weren’t really there. She could hear a soft resonation that was familiar but that she could not place.

Holly turned her hand over. The vines had formed tiny spirals over her palm and each fingertip. She felt compelled to touch something with that hand.

Nervously, she reached out for the paper again, brushing her fingers against it.

A jolt shot up her arm, making her recoil back. It wasn’t painful, only surprising.

What did she just do?

She distinctly felt the sensation of touching the paper again, even though her hand was nowhere near it.

She wanted it to stop, and it did. She tried to make it happen again, and it did. This strange vision was under her control.

Was it not a hallucination, but a Stand? It would make sense; these vines had a striking resemblance to Joseph’s Hermit Purple. Now that she thought of it, the sound was similar as well.

Holly froze. If she had a Stand, that meant she might be able to help Jotaro directly. She might be able to save him. She had to tell Joseph she had a Stand now, that she could help.

Who was she kidding? No matter how powerful her Stand was, Joseph would never let her anywhere near DIO. She had to take matters into her own hands.

She stood, her fear now banished by resolve, and brought out the Stand again. This time there were more vines and they went further up her arm. Had it gotten stronger just from her using it?

It needed a name.

She turned her arm a few times, trying to let ideas come to her. The vines shimmered and sparkled, as if excited for her to decide.

This Stand…it was a miracle. The physical form of her beating the odds as well as her sickness. It could have killed her, but she had overcome it by the strength of her desire to protect her family. She felt connected to her ancestors, to Jonathan. She had received this Stand because of his body. She hoped her actions would make him proud.

Holly’s Stand would be called The Miracle. Its name would remind her of what she had done in the past, and what she was capable of in the future. It would make sure she never forgot what her goal was.

***

After she was done exercising, Holly sat down to rest for a moment. She used to see her dad breathe a certain way after he did something tiring, but whenever she imitated it her chest would hurt. Was that another of his occult practices or was he just strange? Holly laughed a little.

Once her energy returned, she closed her eyes, extending her arm to bring out The Miracle. She needed to figure out exactly what its ability was.

Most importantly, could she fight with it in any way? Or at least be of help? She intended to go to Egypt regardless of what her Stand ability ended up being, but a fighting ability would help her make her case to Joseph.

She was dreading that, actually. She didn’t want Joseph to be disappointed in her. She had to prove herself to him, so maybe he’d take her seriously.

The Miracle shimmered and shifted, its vines coiling around her fingers and snaking up her arm.

Holly touched the leaf of one of her houseplants. No jolt this time, but she did hear a faint click. Now pulling away, the sensation remained. The Miracle was able to catalog sensations, then. Out of curiosity, she tried to feel the paper from earlier again.

It worked. It was just like touching the object, but her hand contacted nothing but air.

Would it work with her other senses? She stared at the plant, focusing in on it. She closed her eyes like a camera shutter, hearing the click again. Now opening them, nothing changed. Holly turned her head so her view was different and tried to see the image again. It was a bit like trying to wiggle one’s ears, but eventually she figured it out.

Her houseplant, in perfect clarity, right in front of her eyes.

What about hearing? She listened closely to the clock ticking in the other room, captured it, and replayed it with no issue. It was jarring to hear the clock ticking over itself, but it meant she was getting the hang of her new ability. It gave her hope.

It didn’t seem capable of combat, but reconnaissance would be very effective with this Stand.

Now that she knew a bit more about The Miracle, it was time to talk to her mom.

Holly found Suzi sitting in the living room crocheting something.

“Mama?” Holly said, sitting down on the coffee table to face Suzi. “I’m gonna ask you something, and I need you to not question me.”

She nodded, so Holly continued. “Is there any way you can help me reach papa’s group in Egypt? I have something that’ll make beating DIO easier.”

“…I thought you might ask that. I’ve been listening for anything that might be able to help you.”

“Really?” Holly said, her shoulders sagging with relief. Finally, she was making progress.

“Yes. Joseph let it slip that the Speedwagon Foundation is trying to round up another person to join his group. He said the person they’re after is hard to get, so it’s taking longer than they expected. I think with enough luck I might be able to get them to let you go with him.”

Holly was on the verge of tears. “Thank you—“

Suzi cut her off. “One thing. You’re not strong enough right now. You have to rest, and eat, and exercise. Promise me or I won’t help you.”

She nodded vigorously. “Of course, I have been.” After a moment of thinking, Holly continued: “why are you doing this?”

“You have a chance to do something I never could. I wasn’t strong enough to go after your father when he left to fight the Pillar Men. I had to wait back home in Italy and just pray no one died. I felt so useless. I don’t want you to have to go through that, and you have the opportunity not to. Your Granny Erina and I would have wanted this chance more than anything. You have to take advantage of it for us.”

“Mama…” Holly said, taking a breath. “Thank you. I promise I’ll keep everyone safe.”

Suzi pulled her in for a hug. “Let them keep you safe as well, alright? Erina wouldn’t want me to let you go. Make it count so she won’t be angry with me forever.”

Holly hesitated. She didn’t think she would be able to let Joseph and Jotaro put themselves in harm’s way for her. They had already done so much.

“Alright?” Suzi urged. “You can’t let yourself act like anything other than a team. I know you love them, but you have to be careful as well. No self-sacrifice, and definitely no arguing! As soon as you join their team and fight together, you can’t act like everyone is your child.”

Holly sighed. “I’ll do my best.” That was probably a lie. She didn’t know how well she’d be able to control herself if things got too bad.

“Make sure Joseph comes home to me.” Suzi said quietly, and the depth of her sadness struck Holly like a wave of ice water. “I know you can do this, dear.”

All her life, Holly had gotten a sense that there was some kind of history her mother never told her about. Finally now she got a small taste of it. She realized Suzi was intimately familiar with this special kind of helplessness that followed the Joestar women, like the shadow of an early grave that followed their men.

“Mama, what is it? Did something happen with Papa?” Holly said.

“We fought, but I’m sure you already knew that. I doubt anyone could be civil after what he kept from me. I may be starting to forgive him. But I don’t care how angry I am at him, I don’t want him to die.

“Your father and I have a policy of never ending on a fight. Whenever we get upset with each other, we have to stop and say ‘I love you’ before we leave to calm down. Well, when I first got here I just hung up on him. I was so angry I forgot about our agreement. I haven’t been able to get ahold of him since, and I’m so scared he’ll get himself killed before i can say I’m sorry.”

“I’ll tell him, okay?” Holly said. “You know Papa can’t stay mad at you.”

“I know…I just don’t like leaving things like that.” Suzi looked down at picked at her crochet project.

“It’ll be fine! Papa won’t die so easily. They haven’t even found DIO yet.” She said taht as much for Suzi as she did for herself.

Suzi sniffed. “How do you know? What if DIO got to them first? What if he died right after he talked to me? What if—“

Holly cut her off. “Mama. Listen, please?”

Suzi nodded, dabbing at her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief.

Holly’s hand went to the birthmark on her shoulder. “I promise Papa is alright. He’s probably not mad at you, but if he is, he’ll get over it. You had every right to be upset. He loves you, remember? Something like this isn’t enough to get him to stop. Haven’t you two been through worse?”

“You’re right. We have.” She finished drying her tears. “Your father has defeated powerful enemies before, but this is just on another level. I don’t know if his Hamon is enough.”

“…Hamon? Is that the lightning?” Holly thought back to the times she’d seen Joseph do something that seemed improbable—they were all accompanied by the crackle of yellow lightning. She thought she’d just been seeing things.

When she was little and the adults would be talking, sometimes she would hear that word be passed around at their table. She never knew what it meant, but they always talked about it with such reverence. Even as a toddler she knew it was sacred and dangerous.

“Yes, and I’m sorry we never told you much about it before. Hamon is a special breathing technique that allows someone to harness life energy. Joseph was rigorously trained by an amazing coach, but…” Suzi trailed off, before straightening up abruptly. “Oh, that’s it!”

“Huh?” Holly said, staring in confusion as Suzi quickly got up and rushed to the phone.

“Holly, you’re going to learn Hamon! I know you can!” Suzi punched in a number, holding the phone to her ear anxiously.

Holly racked her brain. Who could Suzi possibly be calling? Who else used lightning?

Suzi jumped as someone apparently picked up. “Lisa Lisa! Please, when are you able to come to Japan?” She listened as the person responded. “Perfect! Please hurry! You must come and teach my daughter Hamon!”

Another response that made Suzi frown. “It’s life or death! Joseph will die without Holly’s assistance! You have to come help!”

Suzi listened for longer this time, and her face showed she was getting orders. She touched her chin. “Are you sure? You showed me how to do it, but I’m not sure it’ll be very effective.” Suzi nodded after a pause. “Alright. Whatever you say!”

“Holly, dear, come here for a moment,” Suzi said, covering the phone.

Holly obliged, still completely lost. What was—

WHOOF!

Suzi suddenly stabbed her hand into Holly’s diaphragm with the force of a sledgehammer, evacuating all the air in her lungs at once.

Holly doubled over, trying to get her breath back. When her vision stopped swimming, she saw that The Miracle had come out. Why was that? She stood back up shakily, grabbing onto the doorjamb for support and searching her mom’s face for an answer.

Suzi beamed, immediately picking the phone back up. “It worked, Lisa Lisa! She’s using Hamon!”

I am? Holly thought, looking up at her hand.

Where it contacted the wood, Holly’s hand was causing it to grow branches like it was still alive. She pulled away and the yellow lightning fizzed out of her hand. Just like Joseph’s. Was it that easy to learn this Hamon?

Looking back at Suzi now, Holly saw she was vigorously nodding as she received more orders.

“Sweetie, does your chest still hurt?” Suzi said to Holly.

“N-no…” she said, shocked. She touched the spot Suzi hit her. Surely that would be painful, right? It would at very least leave a bruise.

Suzi bounced on her heels. “Wonderful! Lisa Lisa, she healed herself!”

Healed herself? She used Hamon to do that? Holly supposed it made sense. Suzi had said it was life energy, after all. Whatever that meant.

After a bit more talking, Suzi said goodbye and hung up.

“What was that? Holly said. “Who were you talking to? Why did you hit me?”

“Do you happen to remember your grandma Elizabeth?”

“Yes, what does she have to do with this?” Holly said. Immediately after it passed her lips she realized. Elizabeth. Lisa Lisa.

“Grandma can use Hamon?” She tried to recall any evidence of this. She had met her grandmother maybe twice, both when she was very little. Her memory was foggy at best. All she remembered was a shining red scarf and expensive perfume.

“Use it? Lisa Lisa does more than Use! She was a Hamon coach! The finest one you’ll ever meet, in fact. And she’s coming out of retirement just for you!”

Suzi seemed to trust Lisa Lisa completely—any trace of uncertainty had completely evaporated once she contacted her.

“Her training style is intense. You’ll wish you were never born,” Suzi said. “You have to stay determined. She almost broke Joseph, and he’s the most stubborn man I know! She went easy on me during my training, but I still felt like mush when she was done.”

“You trained under her?” Holly echoed. She was a little surprised. Joseph told her stories all the time about how much of an airhead Suzi used to be, so Holly wasn’t sure exactly how that worked.

“Not nearly as extensively as your father, but yes, I can use a bit of Hamon. Lisa Lisa wouldn’t be caught dead with a maid who can’t defend herself! I dropped out, but I know you can do better than me.” Suzi grabbed Holly’s hands.

Holly looked down at her arms, The Miracle making spirals up her wrists. “I promise I will.”

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