#might be Jolyne. just a feeling

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ACT ONE

PAIRING: Caitlyn x reader

SUMMARY: all scenes where Caitlyn appears in act one but with reader.

CW: mentions of grief. angst. lots of fluff. oral. public sex.

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TAGLIST: @lewd-alien @greysontheidiot @jolyne @sapphic-ovaries @tlouloser @prwttiestbunny @visobsession @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @patronagrona @halle5s @usuck @thalchmy @lovelyy-moonlight @nosferatuv

At this point, you may as well live with her. The house has become an echo of silence, too hollow and too heavy for Caitlyn to bear alone. Tobias is a ghost himself, drifting in and out, his presence marked only by the faint clatter of cutlery as he eats in solitude, retreating once more into his room. And Caitlyn is haunted. Haunted by faces and moments that play on a cruel, endless loop. Jinx. Her mother. What she could’ve done. What she should’ve done. Choices to act, to protect, to pull the trigger—all left untouched, unclaimed. The weight of it all presses against her, and the only lifeline she allows herself to reach for is you.

So now, she’s here, curled up beside you on her bed. The room is cold, its stillness mirroring the emptiness that seems to stretch across every corner of this place. Even the outside world mourns. The rain has been unrelenting, a quiet lament that soaks and taps against the windows like a reminder of shared sorrow. You can’t help but wonder if this is the right place for you, if immersing yourself in this sea of grief is the wisest choice. But then you look at her.

Her hands are tucked beneath her cheek, her face serene yet marked by the faint shadow of unrest. Her brows furrow, even in sleep, as if the storm inside her mind refuses to quiet. Gently, you cradle her face, your fingers tracing the soft contours of her jaw, brushing over the faint hollows of her cheeks. Your touch moves upward, combing through the messed strands of her hair. The knots formed from her restless tossing untangle beneath your fingers, and the soothing rhythm of your hands feels like the only lullaby she can bear.

A quiet hum escapes your lips, a melody you don’t think much of but one that seems to work. Slowly, her frown eases, replaced by a soft, almost hesitant smile—a smile she seems to fight, as though afraid it might shatter. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her smile.

“Morning,” she whispers, her voice low and rasping with the weight of sleep. Her hand shifts from under her cheek to find yours, her fingers threading through yours in a tender, grounding gesture.

“Morning,” you murmur in return, your voice soft as you lean closer beneath the cocoon of sheets. You press a kiss to her forehead, lingering there, the warmth of her skin against your lips grounding you both. For a moment, the world outside, with its rain and sorrow, fades. For a moment, it’s just her, and that feels like enough.

But you’re not the only one here. Violet has been wandering through the house, a presence so quiet yet heavy, a living reminder of everything that’s fractured. Caitlyn had insisted on letting her stay, her voice stained with a kind of reluctant understanding that pain like this doesn’t belong to just one person. It is shared, diffused, seeping into every corner of the lives it touches. When Caitlyn told you, you said nothing. Not in agreement, nor in protest. You didn’t dare show that you cared.

There was something tender about Violet—the softness in her manner, the raw edge to her grief. She carried herself with a quiet dignity, but her eyes betrayed her: red-rimmed and glassy, too burdened to hold anyone’s gaze for long. From the little you knew, it was clear she had deserved better. Tobias, however, saw none of that. For him, the very sight of her was a wound reopened. His anger sat on the edge of his tongue, unspoken but omnipresent, simmering beneath the surface. He was mad, sad, heartbroken, and everything in between. Having a stranger in his house, a woman whose sister had brought devastation to his family, felt like betrayal in its purest form. Caitlyn's insistence on Violet's presence was a knife to his already shredded heart.

And you? You stayed silent. You sat there, an outsider observing their silent war, pretending not to notice the sharp glances and terse words exchanged when they thought no one was looking. You understood, or at least you told yourself that you did. You saw their pain, raw and jagged, and tried to hold space for it all. But understanding wasn’t enough. Because in truth, you couldn’t bring yourself to place blame—not on Violet, not on Caitlyn, not even on Jinx. It all felt too tangled, too complicated, like a string knotted so tightly that pulling at any thread might unravel the whole thing.

The tension in the house was suffocating, building and breaking in whispers and murmurs that swelled into shouting. You pretended not to hear, ignored the raised voices that crept under doors and through walls. That was their fight, their privacy, and you had no right to disturb it. At least, that’s what you told yourself—until Caitlyn pulled you into it.

She had become more meticulous, more controlling, as if the chaos inside her mind demanded order in the world around her. Every movement, every decision, she dragged you along. It wasn’t just habit or need, it was fear. Fear of herself, of what she might do if left alone. She was terrified of causing more harm, of making one more mistake that might not only hurt but destroy the fragile pieces still holding her together.

The shadows of her guilt loomed large. Jinx had stepped into her shower once. Jinx had taken her mother. The thought of what else Jinx might do—to you, to Tobias, to anyone Caitlyn still dared to love—paralyzed her. And yet, she feared the reflection in the mirror even more.

You could see it in her eyes, the way they darted toward you every few seconds, as if checking that you were still there, still breathing. She had made you her constant, her refuge, her proof that not all was lost. But it came with a cost. Being tethered to someone drowning in their own despair meant you were always at risk of sinking with them. And yet, you stayed. Because Caitlyn needed you. And you needed her too.

"This is all my fault." Caitlyn’s voice was uneven, frayed at the edges, carrying the weight of yet another argument with Violet. Her steps were restless, almost aimless, as she paced into the living room before collapsing onto the couch beside you. The cup of tea she'd abandoned earlier sat cold on the table before her, its surface a quiet testament to her neglect of even the simplest comforts. Her strength seemed spent, reserved solely for crying and, occasionally, your embrace.

The letters scattered across the coffee table mocked her in their neat lines of shallow condolences. Hollow phrases of regret and empty assurances from people who couldn’t begin to fathom the depths of her anguish. You’d taken to opening them in her place, sparing her the cruel repetition of their false sincerity. Tobias had tried to help, his presence a strained and fleeting support, but after the faint echoes of raised voices, he’d muttered an apology and retreated to his room, leaving you alone in the quiet.

"Love… you know it’s not," you said softly, leaning back and reaching for the cup of tea, hoping it might bring her even a shred of comfort. "Did Violet say something? We heard—"

She cut you off, her hand pushing yours down, the motion sharp but lacking the force of true anger. "Stop." The plea, despite its brusqueness, was so fragile.

You fell silent, your gaze locking onto hers. Her eyes, glassy and red, carried an exhaustion that seemed to seep into her very being. You searched for a clue, a flicker of understanding as to what torment had clawed its way back into her mind this time.

"My mother was right," Caitlyn murmured, her voice weak, almost swallowed by the room’s stillness. It cracked under the strain of her sorrow, and your chest tightened at the sight of her—this woman you admired so deeply—reduced to such cruelty toward herself.

"My arrogance led me to take on more than I could handle." Her fists clenched, her knuckles pale as if trying to anchor herself.

You could feel the anger radiating off her, sharp and bitter, not just toward Jinx or Violet, but toward herself. Toward you, even. Toward everything and everyone that had become tangled in this mess. She hated the circumstances that had left her exposed and hollow, hated the gnawing insecurity that whispered she wasn’t enough. And yet, what pained her more was the thought that no one around her—neither Violet nor Tobias nor even you—could be enough for her either. It was a loneliness that festered, a wound that refused to heal.

But then, the room shifted.

A black envelope appeared. It bore no ornamentation save for a symbol pressed into the dark paper. They cared little for the pageantry of their position, choosing instead to let the symbol do the speaking. Unlike the many others envelopes you’ve opened so far, written with the fanciest tones and even decorated.

Caitlyn’s frown deepened as she took it, her expression darkening further as she recognized what it meant.

You handed her the envelope and the badge enclosed within. Her eyes, those piercing blue orbs, scanned the words printed on the letter. With each line, her grip on the badge tightened.

And then, without a word, she stood.

She didn’t look at you, didn’t explain. There was no request, no demand, not even a glance to acknowledge your presence.

You were left behind. Again.

Left alone to the silence of the room, to the scattered letters and the burden of her absence. Caitlyn, as much as she loved you, was taking advantage of your presence, of your devotion. She left you to clean up the pieces, to sift through the meaningless apologies on those envelopes and tidy the remnants of her spiraling grief. She left you to endure the aftermath while she chased whatever closure—or recklessness—her heart demanded.

You gave her space—not the kind that pushed her further into isolation, but just enough to let her breathe, to gather her scattered thoughts. You ate with her father, the meal tinged with a shared hope that hunger might coax her out of hiding. Yet, her absence was a weight neither of you mentioned aloud.

Tobias offered you a small, knowing smile, one that carried the quiet gratitude and understanding only a parent could convey. It was a look you’d seen before, in Cassandra’s gentle glances—their shared acknowledgment of the love and care you held for Caitlyn.

"Look in the garden," Tobias said softly, his voice lined with something between encouragement and resignation.

And you did. The air cool and fragrant with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers. The space unfolded before you like a living painting, the greens vivid, the blossoms vibrant in the soft light of the day. The path ahead seemed to glow faintly, a trail of violets guiding your steps like a whisper from nature itself.

“Cait?” you murmured, your voice low as not to disturb the fragile tranquility of the moment. You placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, feeling the slight shiver that ran through her. She didn’t flinch, but her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. You lowered yourself onto the bench beside her. “Everything alright?” you asked, hesitant, the concern in your voice brushing the air between you. You were on the verge of apologizing for intruding when her gaze finally shifted to you.

The relief that washed over her face was almost luminous, softening the sharp lines of her anguish. A small, fragile smile broke through as she reached for your hands, cradling them. Without a word, she leaned into you, her cheek pressing against your shoulder as though finding shelter in your presence.

“Ever since it happened...” she began, her voice a quiet tremor, “three faces keep spinning through my mind.” Her words were slow and deliberate, each syllable heavy with exhaustion, as if speaking them aloud cost her a piece of herself.

“I see Mother—when they found her.” Her voice cracked, and the pause that followed felt like a knife held at your chest. “Every fiber of me just sinks, like a stone swallowed in dark water.” She stopped, her silence thick and oppressive, and you could feel your own heart missing.

“And then there’s Jinx, laughing.” The sound of her sigh was uneven, almost a gasp, as though the memory itself had taken the air from her lungs. “I want to tear that laugh from her throat forever.”

The venom in her voice made you freeze, the raw, unchecked fury a side of her you’d never known. It was a wildfire in her eyes, consuming everything in its path, and it frightened you—not because you feared her, but because you feared what that anger might do to her.

“It’s so easy to hate them...” she whispered, her voice trailing off into the rhythm of the windmill nearby. Its blades turned steadily, the faint creak and groan of wood mingling with the soft rustle of petals caught in the breeze. The air seemed to carry the garden’s sorrow, the weight of it pressing against your chest.

You squeezed her hands gently, your thumb tracing slow, soothing patterns across her skin. “And the third one?” She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes finally meeting yours. They were tired, lined with shadows that no amount of rest could erase, yet there was something luminous in their depths—something that spoke of vulnerability and trust.

“You,” she said softly.

The single word hung between you, delicate and profound, as her gaze searched yours for a reaction. Her brows furrowed slightly, the faintest trace of worry in the lines of her face.

She leans into you, her chapped lips brushing yours with a tenderness that makes you shiver. The kiss is brief yet lingers in your chest as haunting as it is sweet. When she tilts her head back, her eyes meet yours, and the moment feels suspended, as if time itself has paused to honor the weight of this intimacy. Your skin tingles where her cold fingers trace up your arms, their path slow. They find their way to your neck, her touch a mix of hesitancy and need, before her lips return to yours.

This time, the kiss deepens. There’s a fervent gentleness in her movements, an urgency tempered by care. You respond instinctively, matching the rhythm of her lips. Your breaths interwine, until you pull away just enough to press another kiss to her lips, softer this time, a silent assurance that you are here.

But Caitlyn doesn’t stop. Her mouth finds yours again, her tongue grazing your lips. For a moment, you hesitate. Perhaps it’s the rawness of her emotion, or the vulnerability of being in this open space where anyone might stumble upon you. Maybe it’s the Caitlyn you see now—a woman so familiar yet so distant—that makes you pull back, just slightly.

“Cait...” you whisper, your voice breathless, your eyes searching hers for clarity, for reassurance.

Her response is a smile, a rare one you’ve missed, the one you’ve longed to see for what feels like a lifetime.

And it undoes you.

Your lips find her neck, trailing a line of kisses along her skin, each one a confession of the emotions you can’t put into words. Your hands move instinctively, slipping beneath the fabric of her uniform, seeking the warmth of her thighs. The soft give of her skin beneath your palms.

Her hands rest on the bench, her fingers curling slightly as if anchoring herself to the moment. Her lips part, a soft gasp escaping as your touch deepens. Her breath mingles with the cool air, each exhale carrying a note of longing. She tilts her head back, and her body shifts subtly, her legs parting in silent invitation.

There’s no need for words. Her body speaks for her, a language of trust and desire that you understand without effort. You lean into her. Your lips press on her legs, starting with her knees as you pull her uniform up enough to slide your fingers into the hem of her panties. Her hips adjust, allowing you to pull her underwear down her legs and slid your fingers near her folds. You kiss your way up her inner thighs, never leaving her out of sight. Your thumb rubs small circles around her clit, feeling the wet growing. Caitlyn holds herself in place, letting out quiet whimpers and gasps while fighting for her legs to stay wide open for you.

You slid your hands once again at the sides of her thighs, leaning closer to press small kisses on her clit and down her slit, savoring every inch of her before sliding your tongue up and down, slurping obscenely while moaning against her. "Please..." you begged breathlessly. "Cum for me."

You stand beside her during the speech, her arm looped tightly through yours. Her fingers fidget with yours, nails that expose the restless and uncertain in her with the scars they leave in your skin. Yet, there’s a softness in how she squeezes your hand, as if reminding herself that you’re there. When her mother’s name is mentioned, you feel the slight tremble in her grip, a signal of the tears gathering in her eyes, threatening to spill. You glance at her, catching the sheen of vulnerability in her gaze, and your heart aches to comfort her.

But before you can whisper how you're here for her, the moment shatters. A thunderous boom cleaves through the air, its force rattling your chest. A streak of red light arcs into the sky, burning your view. Screams erupt all around, high-pitched and frantic, mingling with the sound of chaos. The crowd scatters and you freeze, caught in the disarray, until you feel her hand pulling you—urgently, forcefully—dragging you away from the danger.

“Are you alright?” Caitlyn’s voice cuts through the noise, firm yet tinged with worry. Her hands cup your face, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that makes you forget the pandemonium for a second. Before you can fully respond, she snatches a rifle from a fallen enforcer. You nod, though your legs feel unsteady beneath you, your mind swirling with fear and confusion.

A red-haired enforcer grabs your arm and ushers you toward the back of the stage, guiding you to the safety of a waiting truck. As you climb into, surrounded by panicked council members, your breath quickens, the fear of something happening to Caitlyn pounding in your chest. It's so loud and so strong you fear it might stop. And it does, when a sharp impact swallows you into darkness.

When you wake, the room feels colder than usual. Caitlyn’s voice breaks through the haze, her words sharp and trembling. “A memorial...” she mutters, her tone teetering between outrage and disbelief. She’s seated at the edge of her bed, you see in her muscles how her back is tight and rigid, her hands balled into fists on her thighs. A nurse exits quietly, leaving you alone-- you almost pray she doesn't.

Her frown is a weight too heavy to watch, her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip, drawing blood. "What kind of animals..." she spits, her voice rising, "All they did is piss me off!"

This side of her is uncharted territory—raw, angry, and terrifying in its intensity. It’s a version of Caitlyn you’ve never seen before, and the sight of it scares you. But still, you move toward her, crawling onto the bed to approach closer.

Her head tilts slightly, leaning into your presence as if drawn by gravity. The fire in her expression falters, replaced by a heartbreaking vulnerability. Her eyebrows tremble, her lips quivering as she fights to contain the sobs threatening to break free. “I don’t know what to do,” she confesses, her voice cracking as her hand rises to cover her face.

She trembles beneath her own emotions, her fingers twitching as her hands drop uselessly into her lap. "She dies and leaves and I’m just supposed to fill this hole like she was never there to begin with." Her words come out in fragments, each one cutting deeper into your heart.

A single tear escapes her, carving a trail down her cheek, and it feels like the final crack in a dam about to burst. Gently, you reach out, your thumb brushing away the tear, your hand trailing down to her chin to lift her gaze to yours. “Hey,” you whisper softly, the word laden with all the comfort you can muster. “We’ll be alright.”

Her eyes meet yours—red and glossy, matching the rawness of her chapped lips. Her exhaustion is etched into every line of her face, the weight of her grief pressing down on her like an unforgiving tide.

“Come here,” you urge, your voice tender yet steady. She hesitates, her hand reaching up to cup yours for a fleeting moment before brushing it away. She wipes at her tears, a futile attempt to hide her vulnerability.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, her voice faltering. “It’s just...” You silence her with a shake of your head. You understand the walls she’s built, the weight she carries, and you refuse to let her bear it alone.

“It’s all coming apart,” she whispers, her tone fragile, almost defeated.

“No, it isn’t,” you counter, your words firm before cupping her face, your touch grounding her. “We won’t let it.”

The warmth of the fire casts a golden glow across the room, dancing along the walls and casting flickering shadows on the green upholstery of the ornate armchair you occupy. The tea in your hands sends soft tendrils of steam curling into the air, the faint scent of chamomile mingling with the woody aroma of burning logs. The book in your lap lies open, its pages half-read, but your eyes stray to the flames, their hypnotic sway lulling you into a rare moment of stillness.

The sharp crack of the door swinging open shatters the serenity. The sound echoes like a gunshot, startling you enough to spill a few drops of tea onto the small, polished coffee table before you. Your gaze snaps to the doorway, and your breath catches in your throat.

She’s standing there, framed by the doorway. Her face is a canvas of bruises, the darkened hues of purple and red marring the thin curves of her cheeks. Scratches crisscross her skin. Dirt clings to her clothes and streaks her hands. But it’s her eyes that root you to the spot—red-rimmed and glistening.

Her lips are parted, and though no words come out, the tremble in her bottom lip betrays the raging inside her. She’s been crying—you can see it in the rawness of her expression, the puffiness around her eyes—but there’s something more, something primal and consuming in the way she stares at you.

“Are you alright? What happened?” you ask, your voice urgent, almost stumbling over the words as you rise from the couch. The tea and book are abandoned on the table, forgotten in the sudden shift of your world.

She doesn’t answer, at least not with words. Instead, she steps forward, her boots heavy on the floor, carrying the weight of her anguish with every movement. The firelight catches the tears that threaten to fall again, and you notice the subtle wince in her steps, the stiffness in her posture.

You reach out instinctively, your hand brushing against the dirt-streaked fabric of her sleeve.

“Talk to me,” you urge, your tone softer now, pleading.

For a moment, it seems as though she might speak, her mouth opening slightly, but then it closes again. Instead, her eyes find yours, wide and glassy, searching for something—reassurance, safety, understanding.

The fire continues to crackle behind you, its warmth a stark contrast to the coldness that seems to cling to her. Your hands gently brush against her hair, now tangled and dusted with remnants of the outside world.

"Where’s Violet?" you ask softly, the question laced with unease. The mere thought of losing someone else, of her standing before you so battered and with more grief on her shoulders, sends an icy jolt through your veins.

Her reaction is immediate, sharp—her eyes roll in irritation, her teeth sinking into the flesh of her bottom lip as though she’s trying to chew away the words she doesn’t want to say. She pushes past you, the faint scent of dirt and sweat trailing her as she tosses her gun carelessly onto the nearest surface. The dull thud of metal on wood makes you wince.

"She stopped me," she spits, each word drenched in fury. "I had Jinx—right there—and she stopped me... for a stupid child." Anger ripples through her, but beneath it lies a wound far deeper than she wants to admit.

You don’t interrupt her. You simply stand by the door, watching as she paces, her movements frantic yet constrained, like a caged animal desperate for escape. Her words tumble out in disjointed bursts, a storm of emotion too overwhelming to contain. But even as you listen, the weight of her pain settles over you, a burden you’re all too willing to share if she’d only let you.

Her rambling halts abruptly, the noise of her anguish giving way to a silence that feels almost oppressive. You take a hesitant step forward, your voice calm, steady. “Let me...”

She doesn’t argue, doesn’t resist, and that alone tells you how exhausted she truly is. You guide her gently to her room, allowing her to step into the bathroom.

The shower runs, steam curling into the air as you help her wash away the grime of the day. Her movements are slow, mechanical, but she lets you guide her, her trust in you unspoken yet profound. You don’t rush, letting the water and your careful hands work to soothe her, to strip away the evidence of whatever nightmare she’s just endured.

Later, as you sit behind her, combing through the damp strands of her hair, you feel the tension still clinging to her. Her shoulders are tight, her neck marked with faint bruises that stand out against her pale skin. Your fingers work gently, unraveling knots, both in her hair and, you hope, in her mind.

You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the spot where her hairline meets her temple. "It’s going to be fine."

She doesn’t say anything, but you catch it—the faintest curl of her lips, a smile so small it’s almost imperceptible. It’s fleeting, but it’s there, and it’s enough. Only you, it seems, can quiet her fear for a moment.

But perhaps you had been wrong all along. Perhaps it wasn’t only Caitlyn you were trying to convince—it was yourself.

The name, "Caitlyn Kiramman," rings out suddenly, the sound sharp and cutting, turning acrid as it settles in your ears. It twists your stomach into tight, unrelenting knots, your pulse quickening with an instinctive dread.

Your eyes snap to her, wide with disbelief. She’s too far away, standing on that raised platform like a figure in some tragic play. There’s nothing you can do—no hand to grasp, no words to whisper that might reel her back. You can only hope, pray even, that the Caitlyn you know, the one who always looks for you in a crowd as though you’re her anchor, will see you now and find her way.

But she doesn’t.

Her eyes meet yours for the briefest of moments, not with the steady resolve you’ve clung to, but with something unrecognizable—mocking, almost defiant. Her gaze burns.

You see her chest rise and fall, her breath shallow and erratic, her hands twitching at her sides. Her skin glows with an unnatural warmth, a fever born of anxiety and mounting pressure. The ceremonial uniform clings to her, an ill-fitting armor that seems to suffocate rather than protect her. Her face, once serene even under the heaviest burdens, now betrays her unraveling composure.

The murmurs in the crowd grow louder, each hushed gasp and whispered word a dagger in your heart. She hears them too. It’s evident in the way her shoulders tense and her brows curve inward, forming lines of worry and doubt. Her nose scrunches as though trying to block out the suffocating air around her. The bruises and scratches you’d helped her hide beneath layers of powder now peek through the flush of her reddened cheeks, revealing a fragility she seems desperate to mask.

Her lips part as though to speak, but no sound comes. Instead, her breaths grow uneven, quickened, fluttering with no escape. She hesitates, falters, her steps unsteady as she moves toward Ambessa.

Your heart plummets.

This wasn’t supposed to happen—not like this. Everyone around you seems to agree, their silent nods and approving glances affirming Caitlyn’s every move.

Everyone but you.

Your throat tightens as you watch her bite the inside of her lip. It’s the kind of detail that would normally endear her to you, but now it feels like a weight pressing against your chest.

And then it happens.

Caitlyn steps to the forefront, her figure illuminated by the dim light of the grand hall. Ambessa looms before her, a towering figure draped in authority and power. The room stills as the older woman steps forward, placing a heavy cape over Caitlyn’s shoulders. The gesture is deliberate, ceremonial, and it feels like the final blow in a battle you’ve already lost.

You watch Ambessa lean in, her voice too low to hear but her lips close enough to Caitlyn’s ear to utter something significant, something that makes Caitlyn’s expression waver for the briefest of moments.

You can’t take it.

Your heart screams at you to intervene, to shout, to do anything but stand there frozen in your disbelief. But your body betrays you.

This cannot be your Caitlyn. The Caitlyn you’ve fought for, bled for, loved beyond reason. The Caitlyn who was supposed to fight for what was right, not be swallowed by it.

But she stands there, and for the first time, you wonder if the Caitlyn you thought you knew is already gone.

[kittwix]

What are the Joestars like in a Relationship?

Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Josuke Higashikata (Gappy), Jodio Joestar x Neu! Reader

tags: mostly fluff, there might be some sugestive content for joseph and jolyne specifically but you have to squint to really catch it,

Jonathan Joestar

Perhaps this might be a bit predictable, but he's a total sweetheart and would treat you with the most care in the world. Honestly, it can be a bit overwhelming how affectionate he can be.

To start things off, he's very much the type to always ask you for minor things. To walk you home, to hold your hand, to go out on a date, etc. It was how he was raised, he'd put your feelings first as the gentleman that he is.

He isn't one to initiate a lot of things, he isn't used to romance that often honestly. You had to initiate the first kiss and he allowed you to. However, once he gets the silent approval from your end, that lets him know that he needs to be bolder in order to at least impress you.

Will always defend you, no matter how right or how wrong you are, he will be at your side and believing everything that you have to say.

He isn't the best cook, it wouldn't be too wise to ask him for some help around the kitchen. He may be a gentleman but he is still a very clumsy man. But he would gladly be a taste tester.

He will refer to you with loving, old-fashion petnames (ex. darling, dearest and sweetheart are his favorites)

Very solid relationship, 10/10 he treats you the best out of all the joestars in my personal opinion.

Joseph Joestar

It's never gonna be boring with him, that's for sure. He makes sure you have the time of your life whenever you're around him, even if it means risking your lives.

Seriously, at times you hate to be the party pooper but he takes things a little too far. Though, the last thing he'd ever want is to put you in danger for his own foolishness. A good talk or two would really put him down and keep him in his lane.

He very much does initiate a lot of the activities you do together, as well as the affections that he shows you. And that also means being extra touchy with you too. Seriously, he can't keep his hands to himself.

The kind of guy to go out of his way to really impress you in a way that it feels like a competition. Who is he competiting with? Well any other man that looks your way, of course! He'll always have your heart and you'd have to tell him that since he goes above and beyond in getting you gifts.

Some of the petnames he has for you is very classic (ex. baby, babe and sugar are his favorites).

Pretty strong relationship, however he is prone to have an affair, so take that what you will. 7/10 just because he's hot.

Jotaro Kujo

He's a tough cookie, alright. Honestly, it was a bit of a shock for anyone to see Jotaro act so... soft around somebody.

Part 3 Jotaro would take his time to really warm up to you, as long as you're patient with him and know that he can rely on you, then he'd slowly lower his guard and the most you'll get from him is a little kiss on the cheek. Everybody would be surprised and wonder about how you manage to break this man.

Part 4 Jotaro is a way more mature, with some experience up his sleeve and a career that he could only dream of, he isn't necessarily shy to show his appreciation for you. He'll hug you and his words run a lot deeper than what he would've said if he was in highschool.

Part 6 Jotaro has no shame in calling you his, of course he isn't openly affectionate but behind closed doors he can be a little clingy. But because his job requires him to move a lot, he can be a bit neglectful.

Petnames that I could see him use are a lot more classic and sweet names (like honey or darling).

He still has some hiccups here and there but it could be worse. 6/10. He's trying.

Josuke Higashikata

In his own words, he's a very romantic type of lover and likes doing things the old-fashion way. He doesn't take you for granted, that's for certain.

Because of this, it means that he preferes a much more slow burn of a relationship with you. Expect to see him by your door with a bouquet of flowers just for you. Or how he always stays by your side, walking you home or accompanying you to the store. Sometimes it takes Okuyasu and Koichi to pull him away from being around you so much. Now he's the real loverboy.

He wears his heart on his sleeve and he's a pretty emotionally sensitive guy. He takes good care of himself and he likes to always look good for you, even when you tell him he's perfect no matter what. On date nights, he takes a lot longer to get ready than you, mostly for doing his hair to which he might even ask you to help.

Initiation goes both ways honestly, sometimes he's a little shy to ask for a kiss or to hold hands; Other times he's carrying you bridal style with Crazy Diamond behind him spewing all kinds of lovey dovey crap to defend in your honor.

Petnames he likes to use for you are really classy and unique (such as babe or lovebug).

Pretty good relationship status, I'd say he's second best because he cares and wants was best for you as well as wanting to just have fun. 9/10.

Giorno Giovanna

He's pretty reserved, it can take a bit for him to open up about himself and especially with you since you are his partner. I like to think Giorno has little experience, sure he has a lot of charisma and it's easy for him to use that charm to get what he wants but when has he ever actually been on a date before? Be in a relationship, for that matter? Probably nothing as as serious as the relationship he's with you now.

Which leaves room for him to learn more personal and intimate affections that casual flings won't happen, like discussing the future and actually expressing how much you love each other.

He's gentle with you and surprisingly obedient. He has a heart of gold, yet mischief lies behind those eyes of his that leaves you a giggling mess. His sense of rebellion keeps you up on your toes and yet he was always so gentle with you.

He can be surprisingly pretty protective and almost terretorial for you, always having you behind him of all cause and his hands always seem to gravitate towards your hips just to keep you close.

Once he's mob, leader of them all, Giorno then he'll make sure to spoil you with everything and anything you want.

Petnames that he likes to use for you are sweet and sincere italian nicknames (like caro/cara or bello/bella).

He really cares and he shows that he cares, despite setting his priorities over you at times, you'll always matter to him. 8/10.

Jolyne Cujoh

She definitely warms up to you quicker once you've gained her trust, using any excuse to wrap herself around your arm and is at your side at all times. She can be pretty clingy, being away from you for so long is straight up torture for her.

No literally, everything about her softens whenever she's near you just from how soft her voice gets or how gentle she is with her touches.

Initiation goes both way, though she catches you off guard and at times she gets a little too bold; Not like you're one to complain.

She's an experimental lover, she isn't one to really turn down the adventures you have planned. And I mean that in more ways that one.

She knows that she can be a bit complicated and all she wants is someone who is willing to fight at her side and someone to rely on, much like her dad.

Of course, don't take yourself too seriously, she still likes to have fun and mess around.

Petnames she likes to use are things like babe, baby, and cutie.

Overall, 9/10 relationship! It isn't perfect but she's a lovergirl and if she trusts you enough, she'll swoon over you.

Johnny Joestar

Definitely likes teasing and making a mockery out of you but it's all for love, it's really nothing personal.

Is also the type to be a little clingy, though he likes to deny it from time to time and uses an excuse that he was just worried for you. Honestly, he just wants to be understood and you're one of the few that listens to him.

At first he may seem a bit closed off, but he really likes the attention you give him and honestly he'd be upset if you weren't as affectionate. Thats why he prefers it whenever you take the initiation, he likes being caught off guard and pampered with kisses. But don't worry, he has some tricks up his sleeves as well and he'll return the favor.

I'd like to think that he was still raised to be at least a bit respectful, though that certaintly backfired since he can be a bit of a jerk. Though, not towards you, he has a soft spot for you and doesn't see you as some rich person who he sleeps with when he was at his prime.

Some petnames I could see him use is along the names like Sweetheart, Honey and Dear if he's feeling extra affectionate.

8/10 , he likes to put an image that he's tough but with you around he acts soft.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

You are his everything and he loves you so much, he just likes to express it a little differently. His main priority is to retrieve his memory back and trying to figure out who he is, but in the process of that he turns to you because you are one of the few people that truly understands him.

He doesn't know what he wants or how he is, he was drawn towards you because you're nice to him and is willing to help him out of his situation.

You had to do most of the initiation, he's a little clueless and oblivious to your advances unless you're really direct with it and let him know what you want or what you're gonna do. If you're gonna kiss him, tell him that and he'll close his eyes and pucker his lips just for you to take the intiative to lean in and lock lips.

He loves hugs, being embraced by you calms him down and puts him at ease. Sometimes he thinks a little too much or thinks of nothing at all, only to be reminded that you're still with him and he appreciates you for it. He cries just a little and you poke fun of him for that, just for him to say that he wasn't crying at all (he is).

As for petnames, I can only really see him just call your name.

7/10 , He doesn't know what the hell is going on but he knows for sure that he likes you and we'll do everything in his power to keep you from harm.

Jodio Joestar

A somewhat stereotypical, awkward, highschool relationship where you both have no idea what you're doing but holding hands for some reason is such a big deal.

He's kinda a loser, perhaps you don't say it out loud but because of his inexperience to talking with anyone or being in a relationship in general, he lacks the ability to muster up the courage to do anything further than just hand holding and hugging. So when you surprise him with a kiss, he kinda just stands there with a blush before resorting to just expressing how cool he is (he's freaking out).

The money that he gets from selling drugs and getting himself into trouble, he'd use some of that up to buy something nice for you or at least something that reminde him of you.

Sometime's he's a little mean, a bit of a jerk at times but you learn to bring him back and help him keep his cool. He just likes to run his mouth and at times it can get the both of you in trouble. A little kiss or squeeze of his hand will instantly shut him up.

Petnames he likes to use are a bit obnoxious just to make everyone around him annoyed. So something like babe, honey and baby.

7/10 , you're both young and dumb and its not perfect and yes theres ups and downs but at the end of the day.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

I have a feeling that maybe some of the yanderes have a cute aggression towards reader.

Like the they would hug reader so tight and pepper them with kisses sorta stuff

Who would do this to reader?

A few I can think off the top of my head would be Guess (she does have forceful/violent tendencies, but I think she leans into the cute aggression when she sees her obsession).

Mikitaka - Being a supposed “alien” (regardless if he’s actually one) he might not be familiar with “cute aggression” but often goes through it. Just a small little squeeze, maybe a small non puncturing bite (more like sucking if being direct). Kisses are his best bet, but he really enjoys holding you though. (Even after you embarrassingly tell him about cute aggression, or he learns it by his own means) he keeps going with it and adjusts it accordingly, after all it’s just an expression of love/affection.

Jonathan - interestingly enough he’s likely to fall into cute aggression, he’s aware it sometimes can get extreme but he dials it in to give you all the love you deserve. Which usually leads to him being touchy (and really wanting to squish you to his chest) , and any embrace he does to you, ends up as perpetual feedback. Sometimes though he ends up getting carried away, possibly tiring you out in the process. No fear however, he can help you recover by being by your side!

Polnareff - the Frenchman actually might be familiar with this phenomenon, (he’s not completely dense). It just adds to the whimsical romance he wishes to have with you. Peppering you with kisses is his preferred method. But he always sneaks to find an opportunity to get physically close to you. So there might be a few times he purposely sets things up to feed into his cute aggression. Sometimes just thinking of the mere thought of these actions simply have him over the moon to squeeze you.

Yasuho Hirose - she’s another character I believe would fall into cute aggression without meaning to. She definitely knows what it is, and rather leans into it as a safety net for her obsession. A few times you might notice Yasuho hug just a little too tightly and a little bit too long. She personally likes contact through intertwining your hands with her own. If she’s feeling bold enough she may pinch/poke one of your cheeks.

Others that might fall into cute aggression territory may include, Anasui, Johngali A, Doppio, Kaato Higashikata, Norisuke Higashikata IV, Josuke Highashikata (Pt 4), Karera Sakunami, Hato Higashikata, Holly Kujo, (possibly) Joseph Joestar. Jolyne Kujo, and Jotaro Kujo.

[cinamintyy]

Jotaro Kujo x Reader hc's

☆Part 3☆:

☆Let's be honest he's an angsty teen here

☆He is not into PDA whatsoever

☆Horrible at giving affection, he will give extra water or something of the sort and think that is effective.

☆But Star Platinum is the opposite.

☆Star would give you some of your favorite things.

☆Every once in a while, Jotaro will come out of his edge shell and will be so soft

☆You two will sit together as you read a book out loud and use your fingers to comb through his loose curls.

☆With teenage Jotaro these moments wouldn't happen to often, but he does show he cares when you seem down or out of routine with your affection towards him

☆Overall, just horrible with affection both because he doesn't know how to show it and is just edgy

☆Part 4☆:

☆So much more mature and know much better than his teenage counterpart

☆Star Platinum has also gotten more affectionate bring you things like beautifully colored sea shells

☆Jotaro loves having you play with his hair

☆He lives for having movie nights where you both cuddle up and watch marine documentaries

☆He still will not take PDA, but he might intertwine pinkies if he's feeling a bit more affectionate.

☆Soft moments with him would come more often as he now knows what affection really is and how to show it

☆Part 6☆:

☆He's more aloof mainly to protect you

☆Star Platinum is so much more protective over you (and Jolyne)

☆The chances of him still leaving if you're a stand user, lowers

☆But if you're not, I feel he will leave to keep you safe. He would keep in contact with you but very little and extremely sparce

☆But once it's safe, he comes back to you and definitely makes up for the time you've both missed tenfold

A/N: ik what happened at the end of Stone Ocean, just let me dream plzz 😞

[anon-imuz]

Yandere Jotaro X ex girlfriend mother of Jolyne reader

okay okay sorry for making you wait so much anon 😔😔

Pairing: Yandere! Jotaro Kujo x Ex girlfriend! Jolyne's mother! Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, threatening

Type:Angst

Notes: I DONT SUPPORT any warning listed above, this is fiction. English isn't my first language so there might be some spelling mistakes. hope you enjoy :))

On your way back from home, it was rainy and foggy so you drove carefully, safely arriving to your home and running inside.

You weren't feeling particularly well today, maybe because of the bad weather, so you decided to take a nice hot shower, make yourself a warm dish and eat it in bed while watching some TV.

As you scrolled trough some series, you found one that you started but didn't finish. It was about a young girl having a hard childhood because her parents divorced when she was a child and she had little to no friends. It reminded you of your ex, Jotaro, and that's probably the reason you didn't want to finish it.

But since there was nothing else to watch, you decided to just continue it and stop thinking about that jerk. How evil of him, he left you and your baby girl alone, and when she comes over to give you a visit and tells you about her dad, you don't know how to react.

You continued to watch the series and eat your soup in a cozy warm pajamas, while also hearing the sounds of the rain. All of a sudden, all the lights go off. You get scared at first, but then place your soup down and get your slippers on, to go check outside what had happend.

You grab your umbrella and quickly open the door, then the umbrella, as you walk to the back of your house to check electrical panel.

You didn't feel safe and instantly wanted to get inside your house again but just kept going.

When you arrived to the panel, you opened it but you felt someone walking behind you. You thought it was just some stupid hallucination because your fever level was kind of high so you quickly start to work with the panel to check what was going on.

When you felt the last step super close to you, they stopped but you didn't even realize since you were too busy working with the panel. When you had everything set, you were about to turn around but then you saw a tall man standing behind you.

You couldn't see his face so you tilted your umbrella a bit higher only to then feel your heart stop. It was your ex.

You both stare at each other in silence, but he breaks it.

"Y/N." he calls your name, but you were just staring at him with your eyes wide,thinking of a good threat to make him go away.

"W-what the hell are you doing in my property?! Get out or I'll call the authorities right now!..." He interrupts you with a light laugh and a fake smile.

You think of something better.

"... A-and I'm also sick! Yeah! So if you don't want to get high fever, just- go away and leave me alone!" You said, hoping that he'd go away.

"Is there a better excuse you can think of?" He asks, as you watch him in fear while some droplets fall from his hat.

You had to defend yourself from him, so you just tried to hit him with your umbrella, but as soon ad it got close to his face, it snapped in a half.

"You're so cute. I didn't realize what I had lost when I left you... But well, now I'm here to get you back..." He says, pausing himself to put his cold hand on your hot cheek,

"…Jolyne will be so happy when she'll hear us say that her mom and dad got back together. Don't you think?" He asks you, but you don't answer, it felt like you were totally freezed and couldn't move.

"I promise we'll be happy together and I'll take good care of you," He pauses himself again, picking you up, placing your face very close to his.

"Just me and you. You'll regret all the years you've spent alone, here without me. We will together forever... after all, it's for our daughter, right? She deserves the best, so we'll give it to her." He says, with a malicious smile on his face.

[hylianane]

I was wondering why the hell Silver Charriot would develop the ability to switch minds and bodies, because while requiem abilities don’t have to coincide with the Stand’s original power, they’d have to at least coincide with the user’s personality, but body switching just feels so odd for Polnareff. Stands are the manifestation of the soul. I have two ideas.

The first is tied to the common idea that, when Chariot Requiem was walking seemingly aimlessly trying to ‘protect’ the arrow, it was in fact looking for Jotaro- the only person Polnareff would realistically feel the arrow is safe with. And it made me think that maybe, Chariot’s requiem power is the result of a sort of envy. Not a shallow one, Pol is not at all the type of person to feel envious of Jotaro’s powerful stand, or his looks, and I don’t think anyone would ever envy his personality. But, he does have something a Polnareff lacks, and that’s a loving, living family.

During the specific time that Jotaro and Polnareff spent hunting for the stand arrow, Jotaro found himself a wife and daughter, while Polnareff remained alone. It wouldn’t be shallow or unrealistic or out of character for Pol to sometimes indulge in imagining himself in Jotaro’s shoes, filling the whole in his heart left by Sherry and his mother. And it wouldn’t be too cruel to wish Jotaro was in Polnareff’s shoes instead, since you can’t convince me that a man so terrified of causing harm to his family intentionally procreated. Jolyne might be the best thing to ever happen to him, but that girl was an accident baby, and one he never fully learned how to adapt to. So, a body switch in which Polnareff gets to step into the role he used to have for his younger sister as a caretaker, while Jotaro enjoyed in his independence, might appeal to the deeper parts of Polnareff’s soul. I don’t think that’s unreasonable.

And the second idea, which feels a bit more like a stretch but I defined find just as interesting, would be Chariot Requiem’s power as a manifestation of surviver’s guilt. ‘I wish I could have taken your place’, taken completely literally. If he had Chariot Requiem’s abilities back at Dio’s mansion, Avdol’s body would have still been destroyed by Vanilla Ice, but Polnareff would have been the one to die. Same with Iggy, and with the bullet Avdol took for him back in India. Or the time Anubis turned his body against him and forced him to stab Jotaro. So many times, Polnareff must have wished to switch places with those who’d bleed and die for him. Chariot Requiem is that wish taken form.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Jojo’s kink hc (except for minors)

F!reader

Jonathan Joestar

praise: Jonathan loves praising you. “You’re such a good girl, y/n.. your body is so cute, quivering for me..”

He also loves spanking though he doesn’t want to hurt you he does enjoy doing it while he praises you.

“Why are you acting up, darling?” Smack! “You’re usually such a good girl for me~” he lifts your chin to look back at him and kisses your cheek as he rubs your red ass

Size difference: seeing your tiny form take his big cock just does something to him. He loves feeling you tighten around him as he breaks your tight cunt.

Breeding: Filling you up while he praises you, imagining you full of him and his child so you two can finally start a family together. It’s not just because of the possibility or risk if you getting pregnant but the fact that you two can be one and creat a family together

Joseph Joestar

Loves dirty talk, anything he can say, he will.

“You slag, you know I love it when you toy with me like this! Don’t you!? You know what you’re doing to me!” As long as you two are fucking expect him to call you whore, slut, dirty bitch, he just loves degrading

Roleplay: loves when you dress up for him and just make up something on the spot, boss x secretary is especially his favorite. “Well, looks like you want that promotion real bad, huh? Well you’ll have to work for it~ good girl..”

Bondage: seeing you tied up or vice versa is just a turn on in general, but if you’d like to tease him while he’s tied up he’ll be cumming in minutes. If he ties you up then you’d almost always end up being teased and overstimulated until you can’t even properly think.

Toys: using a vibrator on him while he’s being forced not to cum until you tell him to would have him shaking. If you use a vibrator in front of him, he’ll get hard from just watching you, watching you please yourself to the sight of him watching you.

Master/ mistress kink: you calling him master or him calling mistress depending on what you two are doing that night will get him more than in the mood to rock your bed springs out of place.

Jotaro Kujo

Spanking: loves spanking you for being a bad girl and disobeying him. He can’t get enough of seeing your ass red from him spanking you and pussy soaked while he does so. You can obviously feel his buldge in his pants beneath your tummy as your say over his lap.

Degrading: calling you names while he plows into you as he’s gripping onto your hips, “you slut. I know you like this, beg me for it. Beg me to let you cum” calling you whore, cumslut, etc..

Fingering: fingering you in public or private just turns him on. Maybe because you’re getting so worked up over just his fingers, or it could be because he’s eager to feel your right, wet pussy on his big cock. Either way he loves doing it, especially in public, if you wear a skirt he take advantage of it immediately. Taking you to a fancy restaurant and pulling your panties aside so he finger you while you’re ordering.

Breeding: filling you up while he uses however he wants. You begging him to fill you and fuck you full of seed and give you his baby are just a few reasons why he likes doing it so much<3 otherwise he just loves seeing his seed drip out of you while you whine.

Daddy kink: calling him daddy switches something on inside of him for some reason, maybe because he likes being power.

Jolyne Cuhjo

Pussy eating: she gets off to pleasing her partners more often than not. Hearing her partner whine and whither under her because of her talented tongue. Lapping at your needy cunt while she’s taking in tasteful noises.

Edging: either giving or giving, she doesn’t really care. In cooperating it into foreplay almost every time seeing you fall under her spell of ecstasy, begging to cum while she takes complete utter control of your pleasure. Now if you do it to her she’s definitely gonna be whining and begging you to let her cum already, she might start hurling insults but they don’t mean anything.. it’s the edging talking.

Mommy kink: same as jotaro, doesn’t really know why she likes it so much but it’s just the position of power.

Johnny Joestar

Doing it in public: the thought of getting caught is so thrilling it’s almost enough for him to cum on its own. Having someone seeing you both in such a submissive state together.. it’s too much!

Body marking: kissing and nipping on parts of your body he knows people see most definitely see while he fucks you. Thinking about how people will react and how flustered you will be when people notice.

Mutual masturbation: jerking off to the thought of you when he’s right next to your sleeping form. When you awoke, you didn’t move or say anything you stayed still and listened to his moans. A pool began forming in your panties, you couldn’t take it anymore so you reached down your panties and started toying with yourself, eventually gaining Johnnys attention and leaving his shocked.

“Keep going, don’t stop now that you’ve been caught”

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Buy me a Kofi! ☕️

Definitely not required but they do help:)

[demilypyro]

I think JoJo should be further left; the amount of people screaming "BAAAAAAASED" when Araki puts literally anything queer-adjacent into it, the heavy focus on typically "gay" aesthetics from the media and fandom itself, the fandom being heavily leaned into by explicitly and loudly leftist creators... it might be my Saltydkdan, Soundsmith, and Joel Vinesauce bias speaking, but I feel like JoJo Enjoyers tend to veer less centrist

Jojo is in a weird spot where there's a lot of queer fans but there's also a lot of conservative cishet dudes who just see a show about Big Tough Guys Fighting and decide it's for them.

Some self described Jojo fans on twitter just REALLY hate Jolyne just because she's a woman. and they will never be safe from my wrath

[jolyfics]

Could I pretty please get some 6taro falling in love again headcanons? Them snake pants make me weak at the knees~

𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

𝘫𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘶𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: hcs of 6taro falling inlove again

notes: hope you like this!! i honestly could just write jotaro stuff for hours. i love my little guy sm

you two probably met at work

being a marine biologist too, you both had a good amount in common already

you definitely spoke to him first

probably about work related stuff

once he saw you istg he was practically MESMERISED

though obviously he said nothing

he would keep his cool in front of you but when hes in private he will definitely just stare at a wall and think about you

since then he subconsciously would sit beside you at lunch, keep a spare umbrella incase it rains and so on

eventually you’d catch onto this and confront him you found it cute though

he’d come clean, he’s more mature than his younger self once was

though he wouldn’t confess anything to you

he’d keep that locked up inside of him purely for how jolyne would react to him dating someone else

he doesn’t wanna hurt her :(

you’d have to tell him your feelings first, though he’d be hesitant at the start of your relationship, he soon grows more comfortable dating again

you two would obviously go on aquarium dates

i get the vibes that 6taro just loves going to the cinema, so expect alot of that too

he works alot, so you’d have to coach him to take more breaks

he probably loves just sitting with you

i get the idea that his love language is quality time, so be wary at how clingy he’s gonna be

you will hardly ever get time to yourself

hes not doing anything wrong, he might not even be talking to you. he just likes your company alot

[edgymuses]

i believe in female and fem presenting muses having body hair supremacy

[r3starttt]

ACT THREE

PAIRING: Caitlyn x reader

SUMMARY: Almost all scenes with Caitlyn in act three but with reader.

CW: too short. no sex scene cs that's too precious. Caitvi mention if u wish.

TAGLIST: @lewd-alien @greysontheidiot @jolyne @sapphic-ovaries @tlouloser @prwttiestbunny @visobsession @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @patronagrona @halle5s @usuck @thalchmy @lovelyy-moonlight @nosferatuv @Sss @v1ntagecl0wn @etar @imfckingfantastic

You found yourself once again in the warmth of the green room, though the comfort it once offered felt distant now, dulled by the weight of everything left unspoken. The soft hum of voices filled the air—Caitlyn and Maddie, their words colliding in a blur of hushed urgency—but to you, they might as well have been whispers, too distant, quieted by the crackling fire. Each syllable melted into the background, indistinct, like echoes you were no longer part of.

"Maybe we can negotiate," Maddie suggested, her voice laced with a hesitant hope that felt fragile, almost naive.

Caitlyn’s gaze snapped to her, weary. "Not with Ambessa," her voice stripped of any pretense, raw with a certainty that left no room for argument. "I saw it in her eyes."

She looked so lost then, so deeply entrenched in the turmoil that gnawed at her every thought. The small wooden boat in her hands—a delicate thing, carved with precision and care—was gripped too tightly, the fragile edges pressing into her fingers as though it might shatter beneath the weight of her anxiety. Her body leaned heavily against the fireplace mantel, shoulders tense, gaze fixed on the floorboards as if searching for answers among the grain of the wood. She gnawed at the soft flesh of her inner lip, her hand resting on her hip, fingers curled so tightly that her knuckles paled.

"She will burn Piltover to the ground for my betrayal." The words left her in a whisper, but there was no mistaking the conviction in them, the bitter truth she had long since resigned herself to.

You sighed, the sound heavy in the quiet space between you. "You can't blame yourself," the words slipped from your lips with a gentleness you hoped might ease the weight on her shoulders.

For a moment, Caitlyn didn’t respond, only stared at you with an unreadable expression, her eyes scanning your face as if searching for something she didn’t quite believe in. Then, with a sigh of her own, she placed the little wooden boat onto the fireplace's wooden ledge, the gesture slow, almost reverent—like setting down a burden too heavy to hold any longer.

"I don't need consolation," she said, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips, the words clipped and edged with something dangerously close to frustration.

Before you could respond, Maddie reached out, fingers brushing tentatively toward Caitlyn’s shoulder—an attempt at comfort, an anchor in the storm. But Caitlyn pulled away with that familiar flicker of irritation, her patience worn thin, the same maddening annoyance that had become second nature to her.

"I need a plan."

And there it was again—the endless cycle of Caitlyn burying her grief beneath the cold steel of action, of pushing forward even as the ground crumbled beneath her feet. You watched her, feeling the distance that stretched between you, and wondered how much longer she could keep carrying it all before it finally consumed her- consumed you.

The door swung open with a force that shattered the heavy silence in the room, its hinges groaning in protest. Maddie’s sharp frown caught your attention just a heartbeat before the heavy thud of boots echoed against the wooden floors. And then came Vi’s voice, raw.

"Arrested?!" she barked.

Maddie’s hand instinctively reached for Vi’s arm, a feeble attempt at restraint, but Caitlyn was quicker. "I can handle this, Maddie," voice clipped, cold, a thin veneer of control stretched over something far more fragile beneath.

Her eyes found yours then, softening just for a fraction of a second—an unspoken plea, a fleeting moment of something you couldn’t quite name—before the hardness returned, settling over her face like a mask she had worn for too long. "Check on my father," it was no request. It was an order.

But you ignored it. Without a word, you turned, following Maddie out of the room, though your steps faltered just beyond the threshold. The weight of curiosity, of concern, rooted you to the spot, and you lingered behind the door, pressing yourself against the frame, listening.

"Vi—" Caitlyn started, her voice tight with restrained emotion.

"She saved your life!" Vi cut her off, anger crackling through the ai.

You swallowed hard, finding yourself nodding in silent agreement, feeling the weight of Vi's words settle deep in your chest.

"If you would just calm down for one—" Caitlyn tried again, but Vi's frustration boiled over.

"Even knowing you’d never have done the same for her!"

Caitlyn’s breath hitched, and when she spoke, her voice came sharper, colder. "We’ll never know, will we?" she almost scoffed, but there was something brittle in it, something barely holding together. "You didn’t let me in on that part of your plan."

Vi's anger burned hotter now, a palpable force that filled the space between them. "Clearly the right call, since you still can’t trust her enough not to shove her in a box."

The bitterness in Vi's voice was something you had never heard before, and it made your stomach twist uncomfortably. Only now, standing here in the dark, did it dawn on you—how much Caitlyn had failed her, failed all of you.

"You believe I’m so daft I can’t recognize a contingency?" Caitlyn snapped, her composure slipping, voice edged with something sharp and defensive. "She wasn’t there for my benefit. She was there because you didn’t trust me to follow through."

"Can you blame me?" Vi fired back, her tone resentment. "How long were you sided up with that shitty, self-serving war pig? She oinked poison in your ear, and you just ate it—"

The sudden, jarring crash of something falling made you instinctively step back, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I know!" Caitlyn’s voice cracked through the tension, and for the first time, you could hear it—the exhaustion, the doubt, the guilt she could never quite shake.

A pause followed, heavy and aching, before she spoke again, quieter this time. "The only thing Jinx cared about was getting you to safety. Then she just... surrendered. I didn’t even have time to think before they hauled her off." Her voice too thin. "She’s been held in the bunker while I—decide what to do."

You could swear you heard the tremor in her breath, the barest hint of tears unshed, and it made something inside you ache in a way you didn’t expect. "I was waiting for you to recover."

Vi’s response was softer now, almost pleading. "Cait... she’s changed."

But Caitlyn's reply was colder than the wind rattling the windows outside, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "We can’t erase our mistakes. None of us."

That was enough. You couldn’t listen anymore.

You barely registered the sound of Vi’s footsteps approaching, your pulse quickening with a reckless kind of desperation.

"Give her some air!" you commanded with desperation, but it barely carried over the chaos around you. Vi sat frozen beside you, her breath shallow, her trembling hands useless in the face of the moment. The weight of the young enforcer's head rested in your lap—her skin was marred with dust and blood, the stark lines of her uniform crumpled and torn. You held her close, your fingers digging into the fabric as if it could anchor her to life. The mask—you needed to get it off, but Vi remained motionless, trapped in shock, her wide eyes staring at the dying girl with a silent horror that clawed at your chest.

The enforcer's hair, a striking shade of blue, was what shattered you most. The color was unmistakable—a signature of those who followed Jinx. A bitter knot formed in your throat. You couldn't afford to disappoint them, not like this. But the girl’s grip on Vi's hand only tightened, her breaths coming in shallow, rapid bursts—each one more desperate than the last.

"Down!" Loris’s voice rang.

The world convulsed. The ground beneath you trembled violently, sending shards of glass and debris cascading around you. Vi's arms pulled you down instinctively, shielding you against the blast, but as you looked back down—she was gone. Lifeless. The weight in your lap turned cold, and you felt the sickening absence settle in. With trembling hands, you released her, your fingers lingering for just a moment on the empty skin before grasping Vi's shoulder. You could feel her pulse hammering beneath your grip, a rhythm of fear and fury.

Before you could say a word, someone yanked Vi away, dragging her back to duty, back to the war that refused to wait for grief. You swallowed thickly, forcing down the ache in your chest as you braced yourself to stand. There was no time. Not now.

Then—impact.

A crushing blow from behind sent a black explosion across your vision, the iron taste of blood blooming in your mouth as the ground came rushing up to meet you. The world spun in dizzying, fractured glimpses—the glint of steel, the smear of smoke, and Vi’s face—etched in helpless terror—as your consciousness slipped into the dark.

A soft smile played on your lips as Vi's quiet humming filled the room, a low, almost absent-minded melody that wrapped you in her warmth. You sat on the worn-out couch—the one you had long since claimed as your own, sinking into its familiar embrace. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering gold across the room, painting shadows that danced along the weathered walls. Vi stood with her back to you, one knee drawn up, the other leg stretched out lazily. A glass rested in her hand, tilting slightly as she lost herself in the tune, her fingers tapping absent patterns.

The soft click of heels against the wooden floor pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to find Caitlyn approaching, composed, yet there was something softer in her tonight.

A quiet smile graced her lips, mirroring your own, though your gaze couldn’t help but linger on the stark violet of her eyepatch. It twisted something in your chest, a sharp pang of memories that still tasted bitter.

She brushed your shoulder as she passed, a silent reassurance, before tilting her head toward the fire in a wordless invitation.

Without a word, you followed.

Caitlyn sank into the space beside Vi, leaning in close.

"Is that singing?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement as she nudged Vi's side with her elbow, the gesture playful yet gentle.

Vi exhaled a quiet chuckle but didn't turn, her eyes locked on the fire's glow. You slid into the seat on her other side, and without hesitation, Vi reached for you, pulling your hand from where it rested idly on your arm and guiding you closer.

She stared into the flames, eyes reflecting the fire’s flickering warmth. "It's just a tune my mother used to hum," she murmured, almost to herself.

Caitlyn sighed softly and rested her cheek against Vi's shoulder, her fingers searching for yours behind Vi’s back. You intertwined them without hesitation, a silent thread of connection weaving between the three of you.

Your free hand found Vi's face, cupping her cheek, your thumb tracing the softer curves that had filled out over time. She leaned into your touch instinctively, a lazy, lopsided smile creeping across her lips. Those familiar, tired eyes—still so full of something tender and unyielding—met yours, and for a moment, the weight of everything else faded into the background.

You had them, and they had you.

Finally.

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Post 1.6 SVE spoilers - aka the 'Lance wtf is wrong with you?' update

Didn't play with the new update(s) yet but I peeked at the files and the changelogs and there are a few really funny things in there.

But first, Marlon:

These are the exact opposite of each other. It looks like Marlon was secretly trying to get the farmer killed.

Marlon: "The Skull Cavern is dangerous for an inexperienced adventurer such as yourself. Here's something that will keep you safe." *gives the farmer something that attracts even more monsters*

But if you thought Marlon and Qi are the only oddly violent characters in the newest updates you're wrong. You can add Lance to the list too! And this time it's not a bug :D

Lance, wtf? This is a friendly competition, there are children participating! Fighting over the eggs won't even help you win, you would just waste you limited time! Lance, what are you doing? 😭

If Lace is willing to fistfight children over a meaningless contest like the egg hunt (or better, willing to threaten children with a sword in front of their parents), how competitive does he get in a serious one? We all assume Lance would be pretty relaxed about having a love rival, but he's apparently ready to go straight to violence for something much less important than the farmer.

To be fair to Lance, it makes sense. Adventurers belong to a small and tightknit community where being good at violence is the most useful skill a member can possess. And news about your talents or failures travels fast to everyone else. Easiest way for people to test their worth would be through different competitions, since clear goals and rules means it's easier to judge someone's talents, and they have less chance of adventurers killing each other.

Refusing to participate would probably label someone as a coward and it might ruin their reputation worse than simply losing would. And for a group that defines themselves through fighting to the death escalading every competition to violence probably feels natural. This might be one of the reason almost every adventurers mocks the farmer at first. The farmer is too nice and friendly and that makes them look like a weakling that would never survive among 'true' adventurers, let alone the battlefield.

And Lance is not only a highly respected adventurer but also a guild leader. He probably wouldn't have even been considered as Jolyne's vice leader if he would have avoided these contests. And in order to earn his position he must have been really good at fighting his fellow adventurers. So this attitude is not surprising if you think about it.

Still, Lance pointing a sword at Sophia while clutching a colourfully painted egg is such a funny image.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Welp. I just had the strange capsule event happen to me. It's only ever happened to me once before so I was completely shocked to see it just sitting there in the middle of my animal enclosure.

I feel like out of all the things the farmer experiences, this might be the one thing that takes the cake.

How about some reactions to the strange capsule from the adventurers and magicians? So like, Magnus, Marlon and Gil, Camilla, Lance and Alesia etc.

Like, the farmer has no idea what this is or what to do, so they go to the first person they can find. It would be quite strange to see the normally unflappable farmer so nervous. Maybe there could be romance and non-romance reactions from the dateables?

Sure thing! ☺️

I did two different reactions (platonic/romantic), including future marriage candidates (Isaac and Alesia). I don't remember if it was confirmed that Jadu would definitely be a marriage candidate (I want to flirt with him so much, Flashshifter please), so I left him neutral. Hope it's alright. Thanks for the ask! ❤️

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Alesia:

It doesn't matter if Alesia is just a Farmer's friend or their partner, the sniper will respond to their alarm in the same way, namely instantly, without delay. She reacts like that to any news she receives from adventurers, because she can tell from her experience that events that the rest of the warriors and mages would normally consider nothing dangerous can spell doom for an entire world. Better safe than sorry.

Except Farmer started telling Alesia not about a corrupt monster, but about a huge capsule with alien life. She's... in complete shock, and for the first time, she doesn't know what to do next. Still, it's better to tell the Ministry and the Order, let them decide for themselves. In the case of Alesia's romantic relationship with Farmer, she later shares that she has always believed in the existence of aliens, even if her religion says that humans are the only creatures, created by Yoba.

Isaac:

Isaac, being Farmer's friend (if almost constant silence and absence of harsh/unpleasant comments in their direction can be called friendship at all), at first will not react at all to the panic raised by the young adventurer. They have thei Guild master - let them take their stupid problems to Marlon. Why in the world would Farmer want to bother him? He wants a goddamn rest. But later, the sullen monster hunter will almost swallow his own tongue because of shock. What the hell is that thing? And it's... pulsing??? Report this to the Order immediately.

In the case of a romantic relationship, Isaac won't be rude or ignore Farmer, and will almost immediately rush to find out what's got his partner so worried. Well, the reaction will be the same - pure shock and confusion. The alien capsule... Sigh, and his day had started out so peacefully...

Lance:

If Lance's friend, who single-handedly managed to deal with Bully and Apophis, is shouting that something terrible has happened, then it's a very serious matter. The gallant adventurer immediately arrived at the place where Farmer had pointed out, in passing giving a warning to Jolyne and the other members of The First Slash to be on their guard. Even as a young man, Lance had seen all sorts of wonders and creatures, but even this was something he wasn't prepared for....

This should be handled by the head of the Ferngill Republic. Sure, Lance would make a report for the Order and the Ministry, but they deal with magic, and this was completely different thing. After the capsule is taken away, Lance assures his friend that everything will be fine. Except, being Farmer's partner, he and they will reflect before bed whether they made the right choice. What will happen to that alien, and was it really a threat?

Jadu:

A capsule? What capsule? Farmer, wait, don't pull Jadu's sleeves. Okay, he'll go after them, but there's no need to panic so much. "What's wrong with them", the young mage thinks. If his memory doesn't deceive him, Marlon had described his new Guild member as professional and always keeping calm. And now Farmer in front of him is panicking and flailing their arms.

Fine, they both come to the farm, so what next- What... What is that? It's a... thing. it's emitting a strange energy that's unlike anything else. It's actually disturbing. Jadu's a pretty calm and collected person himself, but this capsule definitely needs special attention. It's worth alerting Camilla. Or the Ministry of Magic right away. Either way, Jadu thanks his friend for keeping a watchful eye on the safety of the people of the Valey.

Marlon:

Marlon already knows very well that Farmer is capable of many things - no monster in the Mines and Skull Cavern can stop them, and dozens of corrupt mummies in Crimson Baldlans fall by their weapon. Therefore, if they burst into the Guild, anxious and panicked, it means a great danger is coming. Before doing so, however, one-eyed adventurer will remind Farmer that it's impossible to make wise decisions in s state like that, so they need to calm down first.

When they both arrived at the farm and saw the object of Farmer's worry, Marlon still remained calm. The thing hadn't exploded and no one had crawled out of it yet - at least that's good. The Order of Pythagoras should look into this capsule, they can figure out what it is and if it's a danger to humans. Farmer's doing a good job keeping Pelican Town safe. There's no problem he and Marlon and Gil can't solve, everything if fine.

Gil:

"Huh," that's Gil's reaction out loud to all of this. To be honest, it's only on the surface that the old adventurer seems indifferent to what's going on around him. Gil is just as concerned about this strange light emitting capsule, it's just that he doesn't panic as much as his young colleague. Destroying the thing would probably be unwise, little wonder what's inside. A virus? A monster? A hostile alien creature? What a load of bollocks this thing's dropped on their heads.

Gil will immediately contact Marlon, taking Farmer with him (and reassure them, reminding them that panic is an adventurer's worst enemy in such cases). The important thing now is to figure out exactly who the three of them need to contact with such a problem. Gil still insists on contacting the Order of the Knights of Pythagoras, since this thing can definitely be classed as a "potential threat to human life." The Orden will deal with this problem.

Camilla:

Poor Farmer was shaking beside Camilla, who had dropped in, sounding the alarm, pointing their finger in the direction of a two-metre long strange capsule. Their gut was screaming that this thing contained something (or someone) dangerous, but the young farmer didn't know who to turn to for help. And that's where Camilla came in! She's the one who can definitely tell them what to do with this capsule that contains danger.

"Or potential." What?... "Darling, what makes you think this object reeks of danger? Maybe it could be useful to us, who knows what secrets are inside." Oh, no no no... Farmer regretted telling the witch of Castle Village. She teleported capsule instantly, Farmer didn't even have time to react. "Don't worry, it's gonna be ok. We'll take care of it~" With that, she spurred and vanished into the smoke herself. Now Farmer was panicking even more.

Magnus Rasmodius:

"Magnus!" The man with that name nearly dropped the flask of black liquid right into his potions cauldron after that sudden noise. He began to grumble at this tactless appearance of Farmer. Though their panic and incomprehensible muttering made Rasmodius realise that something was wrong, they're usually collected and unwavering.

A capsule of incomprehensible contents falling from the sky right onto the ground of his friend/lover... Yeah, that's not something you see very often. Magnus will ask Farmer to calm down (or use a spell to do so), while looking at the capsule. Yes, the unknown is frightening, but maybe it's not that baf? Naturally, Magnus will move the capsule to a safe place, alerting the Ministry to be as careful as possible with the object. The reaction in both cases will be the same (only in the case of a romantic relationship, Magnus won't grumble about the abrupt open door).