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[sllverchariot]

Get to You (Polnareff x Reader) Chapter Thirteen

You're a bright eyed and ambitious Anthropology student, just setting off for the international vacation of your dreams. Just days into your trip, however, you encounter a devious and charming man who would set into motion a string of events that would change your life forever, for better or for worse. ♡ word count - 1.3k ♡ warnings - some brief mentions of previous trauma/emotional abuse/manipulation/cheating ♡ notes - this is crossposted on ao3 under the same username as here. there are currently 14 chapters written and posted over there and i'm working on posting them here as well, but if you're interested in more i suggest checking there first since updates are far more frequent on there! i'd honestly completely forgot about posting on here, but thank you to everyone who has given it a read!! ♡ this fic follows the events of stardust crusaders with some changes obviously. enjoy!!!

You sauntered down the stairs and out the front door of the hotel, feeling that warm summer air drift over your skin. You took a sharp right, and headed to the corner store just a block over. 

In truth, there wasn’t anything you desperately needed at the moment, besides a few things you’d like to have on hand that you couldn’t purchase when you were around the others. Not to mention, the first aid kit you meant to buy ages ago, but never got around to. 

You couldn’t even stomach the thought of having to ask Polnareff again. But knowing your luck, if you didn’t get one right now you’d most certainly have to. 

You spent a little while browsing the little shop. There really wasn’t much inside, but you were able to grab your essentials, and a little treat for later. 

You checked the time, and knew there was no way Jotaro and Polnareff would be back yet, so once you were finished at your actual destination, you popped your head into the little boutique next door. 

You had plenty of spending money on hand, seeing as all the pennies you saved for your trip had gone mostly untouched since joining the others. Money never was much in the equation, with all of your hotel stays and meals being taken care of by the old man. 

The boutique was a rather chic little place, with tons of options and items to choose from. You were quickly approached by an employee, who was eager to assist you despite your insistence you were just browsing, not to mention the language barrier. 

Although you normally weren’t one for a changing room outfit montage, you couldn’t help but enjoy having a genuine interaction with another woman for the first time in weeks, as the employee gave you item after item to try on. You hadn’t really noticed until now, but being surrounded by a constant stream of testosterone day in and day out was definitely taking its toll. 

Eventually, you managed to convey to the sales associate that you had to get going, and feeling urged by the overwhelmingly pleasant experience you had, you picked out an item to buy.

It was a dark green, loosely knit bolero style shrug. Lightweight, practical, and most importantly, easy to carry. Although there were certainly many more things you wanted to bring along as well, your cross country desert excursion didn’t exactly allow for checked luggage. 

You brought the sweater to the front of the store, setting it down on the counter as the employee scurried around to the other side, ringing you up and gushing about your decision, although most of it went over your head.

As you fished for your wallet, something glinted in the corner of your vision. You looked up to inspect it, and found an intricately carved silver heart pendant hanging on the end of an equally ornate chain. 

You reached out and took it in your hand, admiring it from up close, and without thinking pulled it off of the display and added it to your purchase.

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As you stepped out of the store, you silently cursed yourself for spending so much money. You did not need an expensive necklace for traversing through the desert with a bunch of men to defeat an evil vampire. You were distracted by it’s beauty, not thinking straight. 

Maybe it was some retail therapy, you reasoned, trying to justify the silly purchase. As you leaned on the wall outside the shop, you tugged it out of the shopping bag and looked it over. As your fingers glided over its engraved surface, you noticed a seam running along the side.

You tugged on it a little more, and it popped open to reveal its empty insides. 

It was a locket. You just spent all that money on a locket. What the hell were you even going to put inside? 

You mentally kicked yourself again, but decided to just put the damn thing on and enjoy its beauty as is.

As you clasped the chain together and let your hair fall back over your shoulders, you heard commotion down the road a few blocks. Your eyes flicked upwards, drifting over the buildings until you could faintly make out the shapes of Polnareff and Jotaro a ways down the road, chaos unfurling around them.

Your eyes widened, before you shut them tight and shook your head, mentally preparing yourself for whatever you were going to find as you raced over to them.

As you drew nearer, Polnareff began swinging wildly at Jotaro, with the very sword he found earlier, now broken in half. Jotaro summoned Star Platinum, using his stand to block the incredibly quick strikes that Polnareff was throwing. 

As you watched this unfold, you quickened your pace, in a near sprint to get to the two of them.

As you caught up to them, you screamed Polnareff’s name, materializing Vampire Money’s webs to wrap around the Frenchman’s arm, stopping his strike in mid air.

Polnareff turned to face you, eyes deep and dark with bloodlust, and a chill ran up your spine as you kept a firm grip on your webs.

”And what do you think you’re doing?” He asked, turning to face you. His voice was bone-chilling, unlike anything you’ve ever heard before.

”What am I doing?!” You shouted incredulously. “What the fuc-“ Before you could say more, Polnareff reached his other arm around and grabbed onto your bundle of webs, yanking them roughly and causing you to stumble. While you were distracted, he used his free hand to grab the blade from his restrained arm and brandished it, bringing it down in one fell swoop and slicing your makeshift handcuff.

You winced in pain, before regaining your composure and steadying yourself. You were floored. Your ability seemed to have no effect on the man, his energy still at full throttle as he marched towards you. 

“That little trick won’t do much on me.” He spat, nearing closer. “Your abilities are no match for mine, as every time you attack me I grow stronger.” 

Before he could get to you, you released two more webs in an attempt to wrap around his ankles and pull him off his feet. But before you could get close, he slashed through them.

”(Y/n), stop it! You don’t know what you’re up against!” Jotaro shouted, and before you could do anything else, Polnareff swung that sword down towards you.

In the brief moment you had to process what was going on, you had Vampire Money before you, makeshift shield made of webs sprawling between her hands.

Although your webs were strong enough to slow his strike, he still cut through them with ease.

“Such a foolish girl. Do you think that’s going to stop me? As we speak I’m learning and memorizing every one of your moves, you cannot defeat me.” His voice rang out, dripping with malice. 

He struck again, faster this time, faster than you could make another shield, and time seemed to stop as the blade swung down towards you.

Things moved in slow motion as the sickeningly sharp blade made first contact with your skin. You met Polnareff’s gaze, a feeble hope that you might be able to get through to him, but his eyes were still just as cold and dark as before, swimming with an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

You felt every little thing as the sword tore through your chest and down to your stomach, the excruciating pain of the cut, and the warm blood beginning to trickle out and soak your clothes. Your eyes widened as you were pushed back by the sheer velocity of it, stumbling as the blade finally left your body. 

You heard Jotaro’s voice ring out, met with a quick response from Polnareff, but the ringing in your ears and the pounding in your head made it impossible to understand anything they were saying.

The last thing you saw as your vision went blurry, was Polnareff turning on his heels and leaving you in the dust to continue what he started with Jotaro. 

Your body hit the ground with a resounding thud, and then everything went black. 

[escapedaudios]

Me in 2016 vs 2024. Twink death. Gorilla rebirth.

[smol-ackerman]

You suggest your 4th most listened to song of the year to your pfp. Are they liking it? 👀

[n3cr0angel]

Kars sketch !!!!

[houseofclamp]

[wispypengwan]

jjba oc.... jjba oc...

[cravingmoremangacaps]

[jojikawa]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙞𝙤: 𝙋𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙩 | 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚

WICKED HEARTS

Author’s note: This is a POC FRIENDLY blog. I am a black girl and I want to write more fics that don’t leave the reader racially ambiguous. This is self-indulgent and I’m just sharing it with you. Jojo is far from realistic. So, I don’t need to be either. Please don’t leave hate! Thanks! 

This is a DARK romance so there will be toxic relationship themes, NSFW themes, descriptions of violence, and gore. There will also be unintentional sexism and racism from the characters toward the reader. The reader is canonically black in this AU but it is written for people from all walks of life to enjoy.

MASTERLIST

"You are my JOY..." Art by KDash_01 on Twitter!

I made this chapter into an audiobook. Audio File: The_Bride_of_Dio_Pilot.wav for those who want to listen while reading! I struggle with paying attention while reading. Made with Eleven Labs AI. It mispronounces Dio's name sometimes and tries to voice act. Could be immersion-breaking!

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

You’ve known Erina for some time now. Her family has always been extremely kind to you. Despite your situation, her parents allowed you and your mother to stay with them. Free of charge. Of course, your mother was very adamant about working off any possible favors. Erina never held it over your head or made you feel bad about it. She was so naive and innocent. She always viewed you as a best friend and sister. Not a poor girl living rent-free in her house.

The young girl was a pampered one as well. She had no idea how to put on her dress or do her own hair—but you did. You were always on your own, so you knew how to do a lot of things. You did it for her for a while and then eventually taught her how to do it herself. It was almost like you were her handmaiden. Life was comfortable but…you wanted more. You didn’t want to feel like you were mooching off of your best friend anymore. You never wanted your mother to work herself into an early grave just for you to live like this.

You just…didn’t have the resources to execute anything. After all, you were just a poor girl.

Your life had become boring and monotonous for a few years after realizing this. You spiraled into a depression that was barely visible to anyone but Erina. Unable to help, she would reassure you that you’re a pleasure to have around and that she’s always available to talk to. Unfortunately, that didn’t help. 

You busied yourself with education and chores, hoping that one day, you could find a suitor, just like Erina had. She went on about a boy named “Johnathan Joestar.” It was a very particular name, wasn’t it? Joestar. It came off like a noble name to you. 

Erina would tell you stories of how she believed the boy had a crush on her. It began when you needed to separate from Erina to grab lunch. She planned a picnic for the two of you, but she forgot to grab the basket with all the food. You were kind enough to go fetch it for her and while you were away, a few bullies showed up.

They made fun of her and took the doll she had been showing off to you. They tossed it around and held it out of her reach, making lewd comments about the doll and trying to take its clothes off. Erina claims the Joestar boy fought the bullies, but you were skeptical. Although, she did have a Joestar handkerchief as proof. Perhaps, he did. You were happy that Erina had discovered feelings for someone who seemed to be respectable. It was hard finding decent men these days. Most held no regard for women.

You were almost surprised when things had begun to spice up for you as well. You unexpectedly found yourself in the eye of someone else. This “Jonathan Joestar” has a brother. Dio Brando. 

It was clear that Erina thought poorly of Dio. She told you that he treated Jonathan badly. He kicked his dog on the day he first arrived. You couldn’t understand that. You loved dogs. It was also hard to imagine Dio doing such a thing. You would surely confront him about it.

Erina’s love for Jonathan had been blooming faster than ever. She gushed about it all the time and wanted to go out to eat again for a celebration. You prepared lunch together and made sure she didn’t forget it this time. 

The two of you sat beneath an apple tree. It made for good shade and if Erina wanted fresh fruit, you could easily climb up and grab it for her. You had barely sat down before the girl claimed she saw the Joestar boy and ran off to be with him. She wanted to return his handkerchief that you had washed for her. 

It didn’t help that Erina had become so impulsive like this. Jonathan this, Jonathan that, May I have an apple? Oh, Jonathan’s there! You were all the way at the top of the tree that you had climbed just for her. You had become stuck with no way down.

You tried to work your way down but today you chose to wear fancier footwear. You would slip and probably break your leg. You were beginning to lose hope and the idea of just waiting for Erina to come back and fetch someone to get you became more acceptable.

Then you heard a voice. 

“Erina is a silly one, isn’t she? Leaving you all alone once again.” 

It was deep and smooth but very sly and cunning. A condescending tone.

You looked around, confused about where the voice could be coming from. You couldn’t see anyone just yet. You shuffled around a bit before a person emerged from behind a tree some distance away. You recognized the blond hair and amber eyes. A look that couldn’t be found just anywhere. It was Dio. 

“Oh, it’s just you.” You were genuinely surprised to see him. “Oh? Is one not excited to see yours truly?” He smirked at you before crossing his arms. “Just when you’re in need of help as well.” His speech was slow and sure. He has all the characteristics of a villain from all the books you’ve read from Erina’s library. You remembered that your mother said not to judge people by their outward appearances.

“I believe I can get down on my own.” You informed him, trying your best to find a footing that wouldn’t let you slip. 

Dio walked over to the tree you were stuck in. He held out his arms for you. “If you could get down, then you would have already. Just jump. I can catch you.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” You lowered your gaze. You wanted to get down but Dio was supposed to be this horrible person who kicks dogs and is mean to his brother whom Erina crushes on. 

“You have no other choice.” 

You began to look around. The sun was beginning to set. The evening would come very soon. Your mother would be furious if someone else had to come out and get you. You looked back at Dio. He was patiently waiting for you to make up your mind. So smug and sure of himself. 

“Okay.” You sighed, readying yourself for the jump. The moment you let go of the leverage to move, you slipped anyway, coming off of the tree branch. Dio quickly stepped forward, seemingly catching you with ease. The abruptness of his actions actually caused him to suffer pain in his lower back and leg. You were a bit heavier than he predicted! 

Dio ignored the pain, smirking at you as he held you bridal style. “See. There was nothing to be fearful of. You should learn to trust me.” You huffed at his tone as it sounded semi-condescending. Rolling your eyes, you jump out of his arms and adjust your dress. “To be honest, I thought that you only came here to make fun of how I look.”

The blonde boy tilted his head. “Make fun of you? Why would you think that of me?” Even when his words were of curiosity, his tone made it as though he couldn’t be trusted. 

“Because that’s what everyone does.” 

This made Dio knit his eyebrows together for a brief moment. It was obvious why the others would make fun of you but you seemed to already have an opinion of him. Something he didn’t have control over. “I’m not everyone. I am Dio Brando.” 

The boy before you failed to hide how disingenuous he could be. 

“I know who you are.” You said lazily, not at all caring for your attitude. “Jonathan’s brother.”

 “I am not related to such a talentless oaf!” Dio scrunched up his face in disgust, averting his eyes and crossing his arms. He had a real bone to pick with that innocent boy. You had previously found yourself disbelieving the things Erina had told you of Dio but it was beginning to show. You found it rather funny. You expressed your joy shamelessly, giggling to yourself without the effort of suppression.

“This is how you thank me? By calling Jonathan my brother like we bleed the same blood and laugh in my face?” Dio narrowed his eyes at your behavior but he still held restraint. He had become self-aware enough to realize that he can lash out. This was something he didn’t want to ruin for himself.

“Okay, okay.” You rolled your eyes to the left and gave him a half smile. “Thank you for helping me, Dio.” You then turned to him. “But why exactly did you come over here?”

“Can a boy not go wherever he pleases?” Dio teased you, causing you to frown. His idea was to be flirty with you but it seemed like no matter what he said because the way he says things dictates the reactions. Dio’s smirk fell. You weren’t very privy to flirting, were you? The young man readjusted himself. “When I heard that Jonathan would be coming out to see Erina, I couldn’t help but think about how that girl just leaves you to your own devices.”

“Erina is like my sister and my best friend.” You told him. “I support her relationship with Jonathan. It’s just that-“

“—there’s no one around to support you, yes?”

You pouted, examining his face for any sign of being disingenuous. Your mother taught you how to read people. You needed to be good at it to survive as someone with a low status as yourself. It was the best way to tell when you were being used or discarded. “So, you haven’t come to make fun of me for how I look or that I’m not as rich as you.”

Dio placed one hand on his chest with the other outstretched towards you. “I come from humble beginnings as well. You can see me as…one who gets it. You have to get good at fighting if you want to survive where I’ve come from.” He gloated. This behavior was familiar to you. It was always something you saw men do in the presence of women. He was trying to impress you. Although it was subtle, the things he would gush about were normally about him and things you never asked about. 

You did think Dio was rather cute. You didn’t expect someone with blonde hair and a dumb smile on this face to sound a fair bit intelligent. Let alone, give you any attention that wasn’t negative. You weren’t ugly but the clear beauty standard was someone like Erina. You didn’t look like Erina at all…

“Mmm. I see.” You hummed, humoring him just a little. “So, now that you’re here, Dio, what is it that you would plan on doing?” You smiled at him, causing his pupils to retract while a dusted pink appeared on his cheeks. “I’ve come to get to know this fair maiden that’s been plagued by Lady Erina.”

You giggled. “Oh, I’m not ‘plagued by Erina’ but I appreciate your efforts.” You parted from Dio, beginning to clean up the picnic that you were having with Erina. There was a grunt behind you and recognized it to be Dio. “What’s the use in getting rid of everything when you’ve only just started?”

You turned to look at Dio. Was he trying to eat with you?

“Mm. You’re not as bad as everyone is making you out to be. Is this a prank? Have the city boys sent you to embarrass me?” You questioned as you halted your actions. You went to sit where you previously were, leaving room for Dio to sit as well. He acted on this opportunity, sitting by you in Erina’s place. “Not at all. I’ve come of my own volition.” He answered.

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t believe that at all but all you could do was give him a chance. If he was lying then that would just be something you had to deal with. What followed was completely unexpected!

Dio had come to visit you very often during the day. Sometimes spending the evenings with you too. The pot rumors of Dio became less and less evident as you got to know him. You didn’t know if he could actually commit the horrible things you’d heard of. 

Unbeknownst to you, your presence had caused Dio to behave a lot better. The young devil had been tormenting Jonathan for some time but recently, it didn’t feel like things were that bad. Was it because Jonathan had found salvation in Erina or was it that Dio found salvation in someone else?

Jonathan was unaware of your presence for some time. Dio was very good at keeping his secrets and his whereabouts were no exception. Since the Joestar wanted nothing to do with Dio, any time where the devil disappeared was highly welcomed, but he never would have guessed it was a girl. He heard it from Erina.

The two were together and had spent time swimming. It was clearly a date. Jonathan felt compelled enough by his relationship with the girl to carve their initials into a tree. Very wholesome. It wasn’t too enjoyable for Erina, though, as there was something eating away at her.

Your time with Dio.

Was she jealous? Maybe. This boy who tormented her boyfriend daily was now tormenting her by taking her best friend away. Erina vented to Jonathan.

“Has Dio been acting strange lately?” The girl questioned politely. Jonathan turned his head to the side, thinking for a moment before facing his lover. It was so easy to forget about Dio when he was having such a good time. “I suppose so.” The boy answered. “He hasn’t seemed to be too much of a bother!”

Erina frowned. “I believe that's because he’s spending time with (y/n), my friend.” She sighed. “He could be a bad influence on her.”

Jonathan agreed. Perhaps, Dio wasn’t the best person for you to be around. It was natural for your friend to worry about you, right? So, Erina asked Jonathan to warn Dio to…stay away.

That was a huge mistake. 

Dio only pretended like he had gotten the message. 

“I don’t think you should be talking to Lady (y/n).”

This caused Dio’s mask to begin slipping. Who were they to tell him who he could or could not talk to? He was Dio Brando. He could do anything he wanted. If anything, this made him want to be around you so much more. Anything to piss off those mongrels.

Even after all of this time you had spent with Dio, you still had a hard time believing that everything was real. It wasn’t a negative feeling. It was almost the same as pleasant disbelief. The first boy to ever give you time like this. You went from planning picnics with Erina to planning picnics with Dio. You didn’t want to call him your lover just yet but he already felt like one. Everyone expects boys to be a bit airheaded and oblivious but Dio seemed to be very in tune with his emotions. He was also very sensitive towards yours.

There were the occasional sexist comments that spawned from misinformation and curiosity but you’d always clear it up. 

It was mid-spring. The air was warm and the wind carried a cool breeze. It was refreshing and perfect for a date. You wanted to do something special for Dio. He had completely extinguished your feelings of loneliness these days. He even made you forget about your internal struggles. It was a sweet escape. As a “thank you” you made him some extraordinary Earl Grey tea. It was expensive and something you had only ever made for Erina’s family. 

Preparing food and drink and getting others to look nice was your specialty but it wasn’t something you enjoyed hearing about from Dio.

“I never knew that your kind could be so good at making English tea. This is extremely delicious. You should make tea for my father!” Dio held a joyous look on his face. His cheeks burned with delight at the taste of your tea. It was like heaven to him. 

You did not look the same. You could not tell if Dio was trying to be sexist or what. It defeated the point of the compliment. It was so backhanded and very like him to say such a thing. 

“Can you not say stuff like that?” You narrowed your eyes at him. The boy choked on his drink as he saw your face. The hot liquid went down his windpipe, quickly causing him to cough and gag. You rolled your eyes, patting him on the back for assistance. 

“L-Like what?” He repeated, mood displaced from the hot tea. “You said ‘your kind.’ That’s derogatory.” You told him. “I’m tired of hearing everyone being so surprised that I can do something well.” You sat your tea cup down, retreating inward as if you were trying to make yourself small. 

“But I wasn’t insulting you-“

“You were. You don’t understand because everyone already expects you to know how to do stuff.” You pouted. “I’m taught just like everyone else but for some odd reason my intelligence gets insulted.”

Dio grunted. “Well, I wasn’t trying to.” 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Your heart sank and your chest ached at the memories of being put down for being a woman…or more. It had been piling up and only as a little girl, it had already become too much for you. Dio audibly reacted to your small change in behavior. He was never one to actually apologize to anyone—for anything! 

But it was clear that he triggered a response that ran deep within you. 

Dio puffed out his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m sorry, okay? Just stop doing that.” He looked off to the side, trying to do anything but look directly at you. This made you confused. You tilted your head, drying your eyes. “Doing what? I’m not doing anything.” 

“Yes, you are. You’re looking like that. I command you to stop.” Dio grumbled. One thing he hated more than seeing you sad was being the reason why you were sad. Dio would do any and everything in his power to never be like his god-forsaken father, Dario. 

“Hmm.” You hummed. It was easy to tell he didn’t have a good grasp on his emotions or feelings. Perhaps his apology is sincere. “It’s okay. I guess you didn’t mean anything harmful by it.” Your body language became open again. “Did you really mean it when you said I should make tea for your father?”

Your blooming relationship with Dio was picking up very slowly. It was easy to notice how he talked about you differently compared to other women. His language was more delicate and the good things he said about you to other people got back to you often. A part of you felt like maybe the two of you could become lovers in the future. Even if you didn’t show it.

You see, Dio found it hard to tell if you were ever returning his feelings. You rarely flirted back, nor did you initiate flirting by yourself. The only thing he had going was that he was the only male you gave your time to. He wanted so badly for you to just admit it so that his mind could be at ease. The thought of rejection plagued him like a bad sickness.

Dio was always calculated but attraction always brought out the worst in a human. Especially men. They were always expected to be the ones to act first on love while women waited there to be impressed, causing him to do something unthinkable.

“I believe that you should come by the Joestar mansion and make enough for everyone. I think everyone should be able to witness and taste such excellence.” Dio smirked, gaining enough courage to look you in the eyes. His eyes were like daggers compared to your soft teary doe eyes. “There’s no way I can possibly express my gratitude.” The boy leaned closer.

You smiled at his odd behavior. It was out of character for him so far to act this nice but it was welcomed. Perhaps, you were seeing a new side of him. “Thank you, Dio. It’s rather hard to…” you trailed off as his face was now only inches away from yours. “D-Dio?” You leaned backward, trying to create more distance but he only closed it more. His arm snaked around your waste to prevent you from falling. 

“I don’t believe we should continue to ignore the feelings that we have for each other.”

“Feelings? Dio?!”

Butterflies filled your belly at how smooth he was with his actions. It felt like the romance novels you’d read in your free time. 

“There’s no reason to be modest with me. Especially if we are alone, (y/n).” Dio teased you almost relentlessly, using his free hand to grab the wrist of the hand that was pushing him away. You were backing away because you were just shy, right? All women are shy. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you? You had to. There’s no way you could just be “nice” to this degree. 

“Then kiss me.”  You whispered, your breath hitting his lips. His confident demeanor diminished, not expecting you to lean so hard into his actions. “What?” His pale cheeks turned rosy. Were you actually returning the feelings or was this a test?

“Kiss me.” You repeated, an adorable blush covering your face. The expressions you’d make made his heart jump out of his chest. This was the perfect opportunity. Dio couldn’t let this slip away! He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. The faint taste of tea entered your mouth as he went deeper. 

That was it. Now, no one else could have you. Any chance of you being with anyone else was now at a flat 0% because Dio would now do anything to keep anyone from having you. 

You went home that day, feeling so much happier than you had ever been. Perhaps, the hardships you endured were suddenly worth it. You wouldn’t have met Dio if you never got here. Dio kissed you! It was almost like a fairytale. Your knight in shining armor wasn’t perfect, nor did he act like a knight or a Prince Charming, but he made you feel acknowledged. 

Dio never asked, but you considered each other lovers at this point. He never spent time with any other girls like this…

Or so, it seemed.

Dio was not the gentleman you had believed him to be.

On a random day, seemingly out of nowhere, your mother didn’t allow you to go out. She had you stay at the Pendleton mansion and do chores. Guests were supposed to be arriving and Erina’s parents expected the house to be presentable. Dio saw this as the perfect opportunity to punish both Jonathan and Erina for their comments about his relationship with you. He was definitely one to hold grudges. 

The devil, or—Dio, met with Erina, teasing her for her relationship with Jonathan, making no mention of you or anything else. The last thing he wanted was to bring more unwanted attention to you. Especially with what he did next. He soiled Erina’s innocence: stealing her first kiss and then striking her across the face. 

Dio hoped that his intimidation would keep the girl quiet, but no. The first thing she did was cry to you. Of course, Dio knew nothing of this until your next date. It was always the same routine. You show up first, you set up the picnic then he shows up and the two of you spend a few hours talking.

But you weren’t here. Dio had been waiting almost an hour with no notification of you coming at all. ‘Did she cancel on me?’ was all he could think. His weak pride was being hurt. How dare he let a woman dictate his emotions? He couldn’t help it, though. He did like you. The sun was beginning to set when you finally arrived.

Your face was sullen but that didn’t take away from your beauty. Any boy would be nervous in your presence but Dio was too arrogant to be nervous at a moment like this. “Where have you been?” He barked his questions at you. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you?” 

Your expression didn’t change. You walked all the way up to him, not showing any sign of timidness. “I don’t care, Dio.”

“Why you-“

“You kissed Erina?!” You shouted, causing the birds in the tree nearby to become startled and fly away. Dio’s eyes widened. “Keep your voice down!” He commanded, failing to defuse the situation. “I will not!” You shouted again. 

Dio grabbed your forearm. “I did not kiss Erina. Would it be so out of this realm for her to make up things on behalf of Jonathan? I already told you that they don’t approve of us talking.” He spoke calmly. Too calmly. It was as if he rehearsed for something like this. “They’re jealous of us!” He added.

You shrugged Dio’s hands off of you. “And you have the capacity to lie to me as well. I should’ve known you were no good, Dio!”

“You don’t trust me!?” Dio raised his voice at you but you didn’t back down. “I saw the bruise on her face. She was covered in dirty water and mud. I know Erina wouldn’t lie about something like that. Maybe I should ask those street rats you call yourself being friends with. She claims they were there.” 

Dio clenched his fist. “That ungrateful wench!” He cursed to himself under his breath. “How can you be so evil, Dio?” You felt tears beginning to well up. This would be the first time Dio really made you cry. 

“I’m not evil.” He growled, his body language becoming more violent. “Can’t you understand that I was teaching her a lesson?”

“What lesson? The only thing I take away from this is that you’re unfaithful, you harm women and you have no issue lying to me about it.” You began to back away from him. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” You whispered sadly. “No! You’re not doing this right now!” Dio grabbed your arm again, yanking you towards him. The force caused you to wince in pain at the contact. Despite only being able to see red, a small bit of humanity remained inside of him. Your face and cries brought him back into reality.

His breath hitched. He let go of you and you instinctively ran away, not looking back.  Dio looked at the hands he had grabbed you with. He was beginning to become the very person he hated. His father. No amount of rationalization could excuse what he just did. He wanted to hit you. It felt like he could no longer live with himself. Dio ruffled his hair into a mess out of frustration. “Whatever!” He yelled at your shrinking form. “You’ll come crawling back!”

Hi everyone! It's me, Maron. I've come back and started a new series that I have been planning for several months. I had a real lack of my creativity and I haven't been able to finish any of my Valorant requests. Someday, I will get to them but for the past few months, I have had little interest. It's not the requests themselves or the game. Its Riot. They do so little with the lore and characters. All of my fics are usually grounded by the existing plot. I'm sorry if that upsets people. - Maron.

[shimmiemoonie]

Jotaro College Headcanons (Modern AU)

I had been attending community college for a couple of years and I just started my first semester at a university. Felt like making this to make myself a little less homesick.

Constantly complains about food from the dining hall. You know he’s a mama’s boy so going from her cooking to bland food puts him a bit of a sour mood when he’s eating. He begins to appreciate his mother more and looks forward to the holidays

He’d definitely scare off his roommate by accident. He knows he’s intimidating and sharing such a small space with a complete stranger would probably make the poor lad go insane. He doesn’t mind them moving out, Joot likes the privacy.

Onto the x reader headcanons:

If your bed is high expect him to lift you onto the bed. It’ll probably resemble a toss more than a carry but he means well (he’s trying his best). Also 80% of the time he won’t warn you before he does it

If you have a roommate, he’ll probably prefer hanging out in his room

If his schedule allows it he’ll walk you to and from class

Not a big partier. If you do like going out then he’ll tag along but don’t expect him to stay longer than an hour. If you don’t like to party either then you’ll probably stay at your dorm watching shows on one of your laptops

His feet stick off the end of the end of the bed. You find it absolutely hilarious but that means the go-to cuddle position is spooning

Expect to sit in the back of the class if you share a class with him. If you like taking notes and can’t see, he’ll read what you can’t see quietly for you

He’d rather walk to places than take the bus. Sometimes he’ll hold your hand depending on how crowded it is. If it’s nighttime then he’s more willing to wrap an arm around your waist

If he’s stressed and laying down or his head is close to you then play. with. his. hair. Cannot stress this enough. Watch this man become putty under your fingers. He may slip his signature catchphrase when you take off his cap, but both of you know just how much he truly loves it

You’ll have to teach him how to use the washing machine and the dryer. His mama did his laundry for him up until then and he was too prideful to ask her how to do it before he left. Just teach him nonchalantly or he’ll be sour mood for a while

He won’t decorate his room much other than the essentials. You’ll slowly start to add pictures that you have of the both of you or knick knacks without asking. He’ll act like he doesn’t notice but he does and he secretly enjoys the new additions

[wanderxdusk]

"You Ran Away..."

"And You've Lost Your Way."

Muse Information Rules Mun Information

Indie, Semi-Selective roleplay blog for Fandomless/Multi-fandom and Jojo's Bizarre Adventure OC. Canon-Divergent 18+ Only! Mun is 32 and lives in the United States. 15+ years of roleplay experience. Para, Multi-Para, and Novella OC and crossover friendly! Violence and dark themes will be present Multi-ship with chemistry or discussed beforehand.

[sllverchariot]

Get to You (Polnareff x Reader) Chapter Eight

You're a bright eyed and ambitious Anthropology student, just setting off for the international vacation of your dreams. Just days into your trip, however, you encounter a devious and charming man who would set into motion a string of events that would change your life forever, for better or for worse. ♡ word count - 1.4k ♡ warnings - some brief mentions of previous trauma/emotional abuse/manipulation/cheating ♡ notes - this is crossposted on ao3 under the same username as here. there are currently eight chapters written and posted over there so i'll be working on posting them here as well. this fic follows the events of stardust crusaders with some changes obviously. enjoy!!!

After the group's run-in with The Sun stand, and a chilly night in the desert, you all had a shockingly uneventful and pleasant night in a hotel. Preparations were made to set off via a small, private plane to your next destination.

All things considered, things were running along quite smoothly, that is until Mr. Joestar was informed he’d be unable to take the plane, seeing as there was a sick baby that needed to go to the hospital.

No worries, surely, you all would just bring the baby along and drop him off on the way. Things were back on track, just a minor hiccup.

And then Mr. Joestar crashed the plane. 

By some miracle, you all survived, but were forced out into the desert once again with almost no supplies, and a baby to take care of on top of it all.

Things were almost comically bad at that point, and then it got worse, when Kakyoin started to lose his mind. He was convinced the baby you’d been traveling with was a stand user, and was seriously starting to lose it. So badly that there were talks of sending him home.

Things calmed down though, nothing but a tense few nights in the desert before finally being rescued, finishing the journey across the Arabian Peninsula and preparing for the final leg of the trip, in Egypt.

You all were now on a little speedboat, barreling across the wide ocean in relative silence while Mr. Joestar drove, much to your dismay given the recent plane crash. 

The sound of the boat’s motor and waves crashing on either side was finally broken by Jotaro.

“Hey, old man. Something’s off, you’re going the wrong direction. If you’re headed to Egypt, shouldn’t you be traveling directly west?” The rest of you looked up in confusion, as Jotaro pointed over the horizon. “We seem to be heading towards that island.”

“That’s right, nice deduction. I’ve had my reasons for keeping this to myself, but before we arrive in Egypt, we need to make a slight detour. Someone is waiting for us on the island. He’s a man who’s extremely important to our journey.” You all shared looks of confusion and surprise as the old man spoke.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Questioned Polnareff, and you wondered the same thing, but no answer was given.

-

Later, you all finally arrived at your destination. A small, but gorgeous and lush island crawling with flora and fauna. All five of you stood a moment, taking in the scenery and waiting eagerly for some explanation from the old man. 

None came, however, before Jotaro pointed out a stranger spying from the bushes. As soon as you all took notice, the mystery man got up and ran, surprising all of you. Even moreso when you got a good view of his physical appearance.

“From the back… He looks-” Kakyoin started, before being interrupted by the Frenchman. 

“You’re right, I know that face!” He shouted, before making chase after the man, forcing you all to follow behind.

The pursuit ended at a small, fenced in cottage, where the mystery man began feeding his chickens while you all looked on in shock. You were nearly at a loss for words, heart pounding in your chest.

You all muttered your surprise, Polnareff about to blurt out the titular name that had been on everyone’s minds before he was stopped by Joseph, instructing everyone to stay back as he went to talk to the man and introduce himself.

“Go away! I won’t hear it! I won’t say it again… Don’t talk to me, got it?!” Shouted the man, back turned as you all looked on. “No one ever comes to see me when they have actual good news to report… I only get visitors when something bad happens!” The man whipped around, finally showing his face and you all gasped, seeing those familiar features.

“Go away!” He shouted finally, storming inside, while everyone murmured the name of the companion whose life was tragically lost just weeks before.

“Hold on… That’s impossible!” You all exclaimed in unison.

“That wasn’t Avdol… It was his father.” Joseph said, solemnly, earning yet another gasp from the others. 

“His father?” Polnareff asked, and you shot him a sympathetic glance.

“He withdrew from society…” Joseph continued. “And lives alone on this island. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to tell you about this earlier. But if it ever became known to Dio that we stopped at this place, Avdol’s father would be put in grave danger. I would never forgive myself if that happened. But for now, my focus has to be on telling him what every parent fears most… That his son is dead.” 

Your heart ached as Joseph spoke, but were quickly distracted by the grunt that came from Polnareff. His eyes were shut tight, his back to the group, as he relived that horrible moment all over again once more.

The old man placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t let yourself go there, Avdol’s death wasn’t your fault.” 

The Frenchman sighed and stepped away. “No, it’s entirely my fault. I’ll carry that burden for as long as I live.” 

Although he kept his back turned, you knew he was wearing that heartbreaking expression you’d already seen so many times before. You took a step towards him, extending your hand to grab onto his, but he stepped away before you could reach him, walking off towards the sea.

You furrowed your brows, about to follow him when the old man stopped you, shaking his head. Despite the way it tugged on your heart, you let him go. Lingering in that spot for a moment and watching him until he disappeared from view.

In your trance, you hadn’t really acknowledged the conversations happing behind you, but you tuned in just in time to hear something that truly piqued your curiosity.

“...We ought to tell him as soon as we speak with Avdol.” Mr. Joestars voice rang in your head, and you turned towards everyone again.

“What does that mean?” You questioned, eyes trained on the old man as everyone went silent.

Mr. Joestars eyes met yours, and he hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Well, (Y/n)... We haven’t been completely honest with you, or Polnareff.” You were getting more questions than answers, and you paused, arms crossed as the man spoke. “That… wasn’t Avdol’s father you saw. And Avdol isn’t dead.” Your face contorted into a mixture of shock, and horror, and disgust as he continued. “Avdol was gravely injured after that fight… And we wanted to give him time to recover without risk of another stand attack. We didn’t tell you because you were still too new, we weren’t sure if we could trust you yet. And we didn’t tell Polnareff because… Well, he’s not exactly the most tight-lipped.”

You were so furious you could feel your blood boiling as those words repeated in your mind. You narrowed your eyes and clenched your teeth as you searched for the right words to convey your rage. Really you wanted to deck all of them, but you chose to stay still and quiet as you formulated a cohesive thought.

“I don’t know what to say to any of you right now.” You clenched your fists and turned away from them, unable to look any one of them in the eye. “I don’t care about me, about the grief I felt losing a friend. I would’ve let it all slide had it just been me. But how could you do that to Polnareff?!” You spun back around to face them, tears of anger pricking at your eyes as you fought to hold them back. “He’s been tearing himself apart these past few weeks, I mean you heard him just a minute ago! This whole time he’s been eaten alive by the guilt of a death that wasn’t even real… And that whole show just now, what was that about?! Just to make him feel worse? To rub salt in a wound that shouldn’t even exist? God… I can’t even imagine how he’s going to feel.” You shook your head, heartache and fury rolled into one bubbling inside of you.

“I can’t even look at any of you right now. I’m going to find Polnareff and try to prepare him for the betrayal he’s about to face.” You spat, before storming off in the direction the Frenchman disappeared into earlier, nerves still buzzing from the bombshell that was just dropped on you.

[joshuhigashikatafucker]

Just remember that last year, my friends and I went to an anime convention, where I happen to use a Fem! Joshu-inspired outfit. It was all improvised and it is not even close to a proper cosplay, but I had fun! It felt great to dress like (alike?) one of my favorite 2D characters.

Well... if I go back this year, I will try to improve my performance.

(It is hard to not notice my  manly, enormous yaoi hands. It doesn't matter since Joshu is a bishounen yaoi man anyways.)

[calx-bdo]

Down on the West Coast, they love their movies, their golden gods and rock and roll groupies..

IN WHICH : 2 TEENS MEET EACH OTHER ON A BEACH CONCERT.

PAIRING : JODIO JOESTAR X GN! READER (AGE 15)

WARNINGS : mentions of alcohol (no intake dw), swearing

WC: like at least 18

In Hawaii, beach concerts are a sort of...usual thing? Well, at least it is for your neighbourhood. It's a convenient place, as the beach is right beside your house, making it like a makeshift backyard for your family. Since many people have been interested in becoming up-and-coming DJs, beach concerts have been becoming something that is held once every fortnight. From RnB music to Pop, a huge variety of music is played for the entire neighbourhood to hear.

That's why one of these concerts had attracted Jodio and Dragona Joestar, both popular in the high school you're attending. Although both had some sort of...shady past, you're willing to look past that and see of yourself what sort of person they truly are. What? It's not like they sell.. psh.. drugs? Or something. Albeit you didn't expect the opportunity to reveal their true colours to arrive so quickly, you had vowed to make do with what spare time you had before this Saturday. You were already on a time crunch since, you know, it's fucking THURSDAY, and you have a project due tomorrow (fuck the teachers), you really had to struggle.

Soon, the fated day arive, where by the DJ, a renowned one, has been playing popular songs by the now-hit singer Ice Spice, the world-renowned Dua Lipa, and the of course, ever famous Eminem. You soon spotted the pair, Jodio in a loose AC/DC hoodie with black cargo pants, his hair always tied in his usual star, though the green star hairclip seems to be more radiant. Actually, HE himself seems to be more radiant. What the hell? Before you could question yourself for saying that he's literally fucking glowing, Dragona walks in and takes the spotlight away. Clad in a tight sweater with a heart boob window, along with the TINIEST jeans you have ever seen on someone, Dragona continues to amaze you with how he ever so continuously slays his outfits. Māhū's are really cool honestly, and Dragona is one of the first you met. He's a super cool guy too, though one could easily mistake him for a girl.

Firstly, you went over to the juice bar. Grabbing a plastic cup, you had spent a concerning amount of time deciding between white wine, grape wine and red wine. You went with sparkling lemon juice. Next, you had to find a way to get close to Jodio Joestar. He seems closed off, and, well, honestly really fucking scary. But, you decide to suck it up anyway and talk to him. What possible could go wrong?

EVERYTHING WENT FUCKING WRONG. Firstly, you spilled the lemon juice on his shoes, then offered to clean it up for him. By doing that, you accidentally fell over and landed face first in the goddamn sand. And when he offered to help you up, you MISSED HIS HAND? HOW DID YOU MISS HIS HAND?! It's okay, sort of? He kinda understood the situation you're in, and pitied you. I would too. How did you mess that up so badly. Holy shit. You guys had really, REALLY, uncanny similiar humour. Even Dragona was freaked out, but glad his brother could find a friend in somone of similiar age. Soon after that, you guys exchanged numbers. His profile picture is some obscure anime guy with a black hat and a Japanese student uniform? He looks really fierce, with the words "ゴゴ" surrounding him. Hm, perhaps this is some unknown special interest that Jodio has.

You got a "ping!" chime from your phone after leaving the concert. There wasn't really much to say, the concert had carried on like normal, though I suppose you may refer to it as a "party" rather than a concert. Seeing that the message notification was from Jodio, you quickly unlocked your phone and saw that he had sent one message and a sticker.

"wsg bbg"

Well..! This is going to certainly be a...interesting conversation!

hey babygirls this is where the fic ends 🦅🦅🦅💥💥🗣❗❗🦅���💥

[dinersaturn]

I am a prophet

[betsybugaboo]

Jolyne, Fly High with GUCCI sprites

Made some cute sprites of Bucciarati, Abbachio, and Jolyne from Jolyne, Fly High with GUCCI

[xx-katisnothere-xx]

Jojo stand idea Bullet for my Valentine and it’s just a gun that actually works