#i miss you joseph joestar

[shhhhhiminsidesaitamascloset]

Dammit JoJo I'm coming! I realized I missed you so much! You beautiful bastard!

[shhhhhiminsidesaitamascloset]

Heck yeah I'd love if Joseph did that!

But let's be real. He'd be out cold and snoring. 😬

Imagine falling asleep in your F/O’s arms. They’ll stroke your hair and maybe hum softly to you, and they’ll hold you close to them, happy to be close to you. Of course, they think you look cute while you’re asleep.

[a-stars-art-blog]

Oh Kakyoin this is why you’re my favorite

Rewatched a couple episodes of SDC including Wheel of Fortune and just seeing all the SDC members thoughtlessly beating up these innocent civilians, except for Kakyoin who I guess just…. STOOD THERE AND LET IT HAPPEN AHAHHAHA

He may have let it happen but the fact he didn’t join in only made me appreciate him more. I love my polite boy <3

[foodlesoodlesdoodles]

my wrist hurts soooo fucking bad anyway I think I’ve worked on this long enough to justify not doing any more

[illubean]

OMG SORRY FOR NOT SPECIFYING😭😭 I MEANT LIKE AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER

JJBA Men W/ an Avatar!S/o

Characters: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Wamuu, Risotto Nero Type: Headcanons, Gn!Reader

ALL GOOD LMAOO also i lwky didn't know how to write kars ghiaccio or diavolo/doppio for this AND I COMPLETELY MISSED THE FEM READER PART OF YOUR REQ IM SO SORRY

Warnings: none?

Jonathan Joestar

thinks it's just a very powerful manifestation of hamon and doesn't question you further

it's relatively new to him so he doesn't doubt hamon can manifest itself in the elements

no matter how strong you are he still has strong instincts to be the one to protect to you

he doesn't want you to so much as lift a finger against anyone; he's got it don't worry your pretty little head

very gentlemanly and treats you like royalty simply because he thinks you deserve it, not because he underestimates you

he's amazed if he is ever able to see you in action

he also finds it very noble of you to use your powers to try and maintain balance in the world, even though he doesn't understand how a single person could do that

he likes to stand watch if you are ever to journey to the spirit world, making sure your body is safe and unbothered

Joseph Joestar

very confused on how you're able to control the elements in the first place

what kind of fancy hamon is this!?

he's seen weirder things on his adventures so he chooses not to dwell on it too much

probably asks you to use your bending for silly things, like party tricks or to play pranks on Caesar

this guy is always picking on you (lovingly) and never learns his lesson no matter how many times you use your bending to retaliate

you blew him across the room? he's getting right back up and trotting back towards you

you drench him with water? well now he's gonna grab you and get you wet too

if you can heal with your water bending he will always come to you for assistance, no matter how large or small his injury is

Jotaro Kujo

confused as to why he can't see your stand

even when you explain to him that it's bending and you have to master all the elements because its your destiny or whatever his brain is like "hm. glorified stand"

don't try to convince him of a difference, he won't get it

he's seen Avdol use Magicians Red a handful of times but he finds your fire bending to be even more impressive

asks you to use your bending for a light sometimes

your earth bending was SO useful during the fight against Wheel of Fortune

it was perfect for both offense and defense

he already acknowledges you as a strong individual but if you can BLOOD BEND?

very very impressed (maybe a little frightened but he wouldn't be caught dead admitting that)

he's a little embarrassed if you use your water bending to heal him, turning away to hide the little blush on his face from how close you are

Wamuu

you're one of the few humans he holds respect for (well...if you're human)

you are a strong fighter and take your efforts seriously

you guys are completely different; you keeping balance and him being an accomplice to world domination

but he still holds an odd kind of admiration for you

if he is to ever see you fight, especially in the avatar state, he'd think your strength could be on par or even more than him and the other pillar men

Risotto Nero

he doesn't question how you got your abilities

he could care less about your bending tbh, he's encountered many odd stand users and someone who can control the elements is probably one of the more normal abilities he's come across

though he doesn't outwardly express it, he really cares for you and is concerned about you if you are ever to fight anyone or get hurt

he would never forgive ANYONE who hurts you

and he also wouldn't forgive himself if he let you get hurt so he tries to keep you as far away from his italian mob craziness as much as possible

even if you are very strong and capable of handling things yourself he still tries his very best to protect you

[kots-kots]

Caesar lives AU, but with one serious twist: he becomes a villain.

Left mortally wounded and assumed to be dead, he barely manages to survive and drag himself free from the rubble long after Joseph and company had left and presumed him dead. He then spends the next 50 years feeling abandoned and in physical agony, relying solely on his spite, anger and Hamon to keep going, and in his vulnerable state Dio's agents find him.

Finding it useful to have a Hamon user on his side, Dio fleshbuds him, helps him heal and gaslights him to stoke his hatred for the Joestars. "They left you to die. Your friend, Joseph...he lived a long happy life while you suffered in pain. But as I have saved you, you owe me a task, one I'm sure you are happy to oblige."

"I will find that bastard, Joseph Joestar, and end his bloodline," Caesar vows. "Either he dies, or I do."

Joseph is now reunited with a dark shadow of a former friend during the journey in Egypt. And he has no choice but to put an end to him for good.

woah… um… that’s a crazy au, i would read that on ao3 ngl LOL

I feel like Caesar and Joseph would’ve rekindled after he initially recovered but then maybe Caesar went missing again cuz of Dio and was presumed dead…?

And then BOOM ITALIAN JUMPSCARE

man idk how to draw old Caesar

[lemmetreatya]

Any spare jjba smut? Literally any of the guys, although I love how you write joot, and I'm interested to see how you'd write old!Joseph (SDC)

omg anon thank you SO much for reminding me that i am indeed a whore for joestars. your diligence will be heavily rewarded!! ❤️

Jojo characters during sex

ft. Jonathan, Old!Joseph (SDC), Jotaro (part 4), DIO (SDC)

content: afab!reader, modern au ig, smut, sex, male. pen, missionary, doggy, cowgirl

🔆 jonathan: missionary 🔆

despite being the supposed gentleman he is, jonathan is an absolute sucker for being able to hover over you from above during sex. he may not give it away, but loves being able to play and fondle with your breasts as he thrusts into you, large hands able to engulf all of you — regardless of size. it’s almost perverted how his eyes can never seem focused on your face despite how much he proclaims he likes missionary for that reason.

“jojo…”

your fingers cant help but play within the naped locks of jonathan’s navy black hair, your mind on the verge of going blank as result of how passionately he was fucking into you.

“you’re so beautiful…” he’d strain out despite his attention not being on you. as his eyes cant help but lay strain over your bouncing breasts, you can only let out a huff.

“feel like…” your cheek lays flat against the pillow, drool peaking at the corner of your lips. “you’re not even…that wasn’t f-f-or me…”

a short stutter leaves jonathan’s mouth but he doesn’t let up his pace. in fact, the man continues to plough into you whilst bringing up his index finger and thumb to his lips. he momentarily sucks on the digits, eyes fierce, before bringing them down onto the exposed nub of your nipple.

nothing less of a yelp and a moan leaves your throat at the additional stimulation. if anything, it just makes jonathan smile more.

“don’t underestimate me…i can appreciate…more than one thing at a…at a time.”

🔆 joseph: spooning 🔆

“it’s not because of my age…” he usually groans but joseph is an absolute adorer of spooning fucks. he says its always been his go-to choice of position but even you didnt need to know him within his juvenile days to work out that (lazily) thrusting into you from behind on his side was definitely due to lack of effort. still yet, joseph was always a good lay when it came to this position— clearly he knew what he was doing.

the patient slapping of skin sounded throughout the room as joseph took you from behind. his cock had no problem in sliding in and out of your gooey cunt, his grunts feverently hot against your neck.

“god, you’re always so warm for me princess…” he endearingly spewls as the rough hairs of his silver moustache softly scratch against your skin.

you yourself cant help but mewl in reply as the man’s fat cock continues to drive up your ridged canals, the arched angle of your back resulting in you feeling him just about poke your innards.

“always for you, daddy…”

you moan almost subconsciously. it wasn’t something youd said with him before but there was just something about the man that made you want to address him as such. the use of the pet name makes joseph’s dick jump within you. you dont miss how he blows an extra hot puff of air onto your neck.

“don’t say that unless…you want trouble.” he muses, but you know he’s more endorsing the behaviour than berating.

with an impulsive clench of your walls around him, you signal that you were willing to take whatever ’trouble’ was.

🔆 jotaro: doggy 🔆

oh now jotaro is a man who takes what he wants — thats we know. but there’s just something about having you at his beckon from behind, the almost animalistic inclining to have his way with you unabashed?? jotaro has his suave and intimate moments but sometimes he just wants to be able to indulge in you any way he can.

bullet crowns seem to be ringing through your head at this point. your body is being jolted way too harshly for anything you have to say to come out sane. no matter how much you cry out in pleasure or muffle his name into the duvet, jotaro is absolutely not letting up.

“s-shit…”

his own curses come out half baked and cant even form properly from his lips. understandably, seeing as jotaros eyes are determinedly focused on the mirror situated in front of your naked bodies, the sight delightfully vulgar as his hands squeeze at your hips.

“mine…m-mine.” is what he chants over you, his cock making no mistake in target as each time it perfectly carves out the pipe of your insides and leaves your pussy puffy with white froths of cream.

you can’t help but squeeze out a sorry excuse of a “yours” in reply to jotaro’s proclamation. which to his delight he takes it as a green light to prop one of his legs up onto the bed and proceed to drill into you with the vigor of a thousand men.

itd be no lie to say that your mind was then completely scrambled and your senses telling you this man was nothing but fine trouble.

🔆 dio: cowgirl 🔆

this man needs to be in control for every aspect of his life, but when it comes to sex? actually, no he still needs and wants to be in control, but he finds a way to not always make it about him. dio loves cowgirl simply because it gives him the feel for power whilst simultaneously letting you do all the work. it also gives the illusion about the sense of worship finally being directed towards you — and he likes that! (but he’d never admit that aloud)

as his fingers grip onto the seat of your hips, you cant but help yourself feel exceptionally full and imbedded by dio’s cock as he rocks himself up into your hole.

“look at you…”

hed almost pray from below, beady eyes strained and focused on you and everything you deliver — raining from your moans, cries and curses.

“so beautiful for me.”

you should be mindful that he doesn’t suddenly plant his feet flat into the mattress to use as a anchor of some sort before he’s using the momentum to fuck into you mercilessly. however when he does, it’s like heaven on earth as you cry out of both shock and pleasure.

“di…” is all you can get out and the smile on dio’s face in response is devliah.

“that’s it. lemme hear you.” hed coo.

[naomijoestar]

ᡣ𐭩 ‘ ‧ ︵ ‿₊୨୧₊‿ ︵ ‧ ˚ ₊ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

꒰  𝑗𝑗𝑏𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝘵𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘵 ♡ ꒱ ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞ა

ִ ࣪ 𖤐.ᐟ ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

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+ requesting rules

Hello everyone! I decided to make a masterlist to make it easier to browse through my account <3 Enjoy

Part 1

- speedwagon cute scenario

- insane in the brain - Jonathan Joestar (NSFW)

and you can request more for this part!

Part 2

- caeser zeppeli x pillar woman

- baby…s? - caeser zeppeli (NSFW)

- please! - joseph joestar (NSFW)

and you can request more for this part!

Part 3

- Jotaro Kujo scenario

- good cop bad cop - polnareff (NSFW)

and you can request more for this part!

Part 4

- “would you still love me if i was a worm?” with the duwang gang

- Rohan Kishibe and Bruno Bucciarati romantic headcanons

- baking with each duwang gang member

and you can request more for this part!

Part 5

Bucci gang

- F!reader confronts bucci gang for always making her seduce the enemies instead of fighting

- Karaoke with each bucci gang member

- each bucci gang member walking in on their partner trying to become a super saiyan

- drunk confessions on each bucci gang member

- bucci gang headcanons

- “i could kiss you rn!” with each bucci gang member

- bucci gang members react to reader calling them husband

- bucci gang members getting a boner bc of their crush

- bucci gang after making unemotional s/o laugh

- bucci gang with a member who has a creepy doll aesthetic (platonic)

- bucci gang with girlfriend who has big boobs

- bucci gang with a goth reader who has a cute stand

- bucci gang with their s/o clinging onto them because they miss them

Bruno Bucciarati

- Bruno Bucciarati and Rohan Kishibe romantic headcanons

- bruno bucciarati finds out his shy crush is a former mafia asassin headcanons

- birthday desert - bucciarati (NSFW)

Narancia Ghirga

- Narancia with an awkward partner headcanons

- narancia ghirga boyfriend headcanons

- narancia as a stay at home dad

- narancia confessing to his shy crush

- narancia as a father general headcanons

Guido Mista

- taste test - guido mista (NSFW)

Leone Abbacchio

- yeehaw! - abbacchio (NSFW)

La Squadra

- la squadra with a goth reader who has a cute stand

and you can request more for this part!

Part 6

- Stone Ocean men getting a boner bc of their crush

- Weather report bf headcanons

- Tethered by Fate - jolyne cujoh WLW story

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Part 7

- the big three - gyro x johnny x reader (NSFW)

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General

- each jojo walking in on you trying their clothes

- trying makeup on the jobros

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Request Rules

I don’t have any strict rules for requests, but I don’t write smut (unless I feel like it, so if you request smut and I don’t respond I apologize), I do write NSFW headcanons/scenarios, but the scenarios don’t lead to anything, also no yandere! Also if my bio says request open then no need to ask if I’m taking requests <3 Have fun with the asks! :P (I apologize if I don’t respond quickly to your requests, I won’t always be able to do that, so please be patient! I frequently get busy with my day to day chores so responding to requests will take time, I am sorry in advance for any delays)

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hello! I hope you are doing well! If possible, may I please request some Jojo headcanons for Jonathan, Erina, and DIO with an S/O who has a stand that, much like [The World], has the ability to stop Time and… they use it for the most mundane of purposes? Like, no evil plans or anything, they just use it to help them out perhaps? Like if their missing something, they suddenly have it in their hands, etc? Also, I love the idea of non-stand users just meeting a stand user, DIO is there because he’s… DIO lmao.

My first and last ever JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure request! So, let’s do it! Phantom Blood characters. Def favs were Phantom Blood and Battle Tenacity! Joseph is my hero! Thank you dearly

Joestar Jonathan

Jonathan is just shocked and so fascinated… Simple as that; nothing more, nothing less. Are you magic? No. He saw you just sitting there and now, there is a water bottle in your hands from literally nothing? How is that possible!

Jonathan is so intrigued by your ‘invisible hands’ that he asks questions. How does it work? Is it magic? Is it psychic? Can anybody get such abilities? Is it like vampirism? He becomes a curious, cute little child as his blue eyes sparkle with hope to learn

Jonathan won’t ever try make you do anything you don’t want but he would be interested to see your invisible hands fight and he even tries to touch your STAND. He simply encourages you and compliments you about your amazing ability in the STAND! You have additional greatness, alongside your amazing personality

Jonathan is mainly just so interested and curious to learn more about a STAND user, everything they haven to offer

Pendleton Erina

Erina is frightened by how you’ll be in one spot before she blinks but once she does, you’re somewhere else. She can’t be seeing things! That’s impossible… so what are you doing? She is kinda too shy to ask about it but the way she acts, it’s obvious she wants to

Erina wonders if this magical ability of yours is dangerous or not as you insist to her it’s harmless whilst making a object ‘float’ in midair. She can’t see it… so what are you referring to? She does believe you as you speak, but at the same time, she just wants to see this creature you have described to her herself

Erina is such a polite girl. So, she keeps most of her questions to herself and she tries to keep out of the way of your STAND but if you have it pick her up from falling over, she will be frightened by the invisible hands but thankful to your own kindness. If you let her, she’ll try touch your STAND

Erina may be a bit suspicious about such a existence, but she does believe you and would love to learn more about a STAND user

DIO

DIO cannot believe your STAND is so much like his The World that he is completely interested in you straight away. You can stop time as well? He must know exactly the limits and abilities of your time-stopping STAND to figure out how it ties to The World

DIO is annoyed by how you don’t use your STAND for the right reasons but for such nonsensical reasons. STANDS are built for battle and you’re using your extremely powerful one to do such mundane tasks since you proclaim; “it is more comfortable for you”. Don’t be such a moron!

DIO may have a matching ability to yours but not even he can predict nor notice you using the time stop. You’ll be somewhere as he turns away then you’ll be gone from the room when he turns back. DIO knows to always be ready as your STAND and The World can openly clash

DIO knows of STAND users but a STAND user with the same ability as his has his undivided attention and fascination

[shhhhhiminsidesaitamascloset]

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!

[bagelbright-tok]

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,"

***

"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.

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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.

[despicablebisexual]

$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."

[rougepancake]

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…”

[fabunicorn]

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

[ascorpiosramblings]

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.