#robert e.o. speedwagon fic

[gingernut1314]

Cold

Summary: Dio has been defeated and Speedwagon is left alone with a wounded Jonathan. He should tend to Jonathan's wounds immediately, but a phantom from the past comes walking towards him.

Content: Oc x Speedwagon, Speedwagon's pov, this is a part of a slowly growing larger series, takes place during JJBA part 1 (ep. 3 - slightly into 4, spoilers about Stone Mask and Dio), mention of death and light descriptions of it, fear of death, blood, unrequited love, "who did this to you" trope, unhealthy relationship (dio x oc), suggested to read after Companion and main series but doesn't really happen until later in oc's story

Word Count: 2.9K

Setlist: Speedwagon x Elise

Tag list: @cinnbar-bun

A/N: They have been on my mind too much recently and I really reallyyy wanted to write this angsty scene cause I love angst too much ugh. I forgot how much I love Elise and Speedwagon so I hope to maybe get some more out with them. I hope you all enjoy!

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Speedwagon thought some sort of phantom was walking their way over the grassy field just beside the burning Joestar manor. 

No, not a phantom. It was a reaper come to take the souls of all those that had perished in the slaughter that had occurred here tonight. Come to guide them afterlife awaits them. 

The reaper was awash in white from its skin, to its long curtain of hair which cascaded down its back, even to the dress it wore. 

Maybe it was a phantom. Some lady in white. The phantom's eyes were as hallow as a spirits might be. Looked as lost as a phantom would.

The front of its nightdress dress, he noticed the closer the phantom grew, was covered in a deep, red stain. It was a shocking color against the snow-white paleness of the rest of it. A color that not only covered its dress, but its hands and feet and face. A color that had even stained the ends of its hair. 

It was a color he had seen so much of tonight. A color he had seen too much of in his life.

Blood. 

This was no reaper come to claim souls. It was no sorrowful phantom. 

This was a revengeful specter. 

A bloodthirsty creature he recognized instantly as Elise Pendleton. 

He hadn’t seen her in years. Hadn’t seen her in over eight years. Not since her father sent for her to come back home here in Liverpool. 

He had written to her every week. He had even gone to her aunt for help in perfecting his handwriting and spelling just so he could keep talking to her. He had missed her the moment she had left and needed to hear from her.

But she had stopped responding to him about a month or two after that. Had gone utterly quiet. 

The few letters before that had been short and curt. Vague. Not full of the love and care they had usually held. 

The handwriting had been sloppy and rushed like she had better things to be doing. 

And when she stopped writing back it had hurt. More than hurt. It had broken his heart which he had let grow too fragile when it came to her. A heart he found, despite his better judgment, had grown to only beat for her.

But he understood. 

She was a lady of high society, even when she tried to deny it. A lady who would marry some lord and live in luxury. She would mother a rug rat or two. Would knit and sew and attend lavish balls. 

And Speedwagon…he was just a common thug. Nothing more than street trash who would more likely than not die before he ever reached the age of thirty.

She was better than him and had wasted more time on him than she should have. 

It had hurt but he had understood. 

But now--now he was seeing her again and she looked--horrifying. Like some goddess of death. 

And yet Speedwagon saw her still shining in her eyes. Saw the wounded animal that she hid so well from the world, but could never hide from him. The same wounded animal he had seen during their first meeting. Someone who, despite her sharp tongue and well-placed masks, was terrified. Terrified of life and death and the very world itself. 

He still saw that even when she looked like a demon came straight from hell. 

“Elise,” He called as her bare feet padded soundlessly over the wet stone that made up part of the front lawn. 

She didn’t look at him. Didn’t even seem to hear him as her blank, green eyes stuck onto the fire still engulfing the Joestar’s manor. 

Speedwagon grit his teeth as he turned his gaze back onto his friend, who was bleeding out all over the stone. Whose skin was blistered and scorched from the fight he had just won. 

Jonathan needed help. He needed a doctor instantly but--

“Hold on a bit longer,” Speedwagon spoke to his unconscious friend, pushing himself to his feet. He held his broken arm, which throbbed painfully from such sudden movements. He swallowed down his pain and pushed on. 

It was secondary at this point. 

Not as important as Jonathan. 

Not as important as her.

Rain continued to fall, though now just a drizzle of its former self. He could tell Elise hadn’t been out in it for too long, her hair only damp from where it was stained red. 

“Elise.” He called again, finding she had come to a stop all too close to the burning manor. “What are you doing out here? You’re going to catch your death.” The dress she wore was too thin, near transparent in the firelight. It was met for warm nights. For sleep not rainy nighttime walks.

But that wasn’t what Speedwagon was truly concerned about. Not when he, now only an arm's width away from her, could tell just how much blood she was covered in. 

It had to be gallons.

“Are you hurt? Tell me if you’re hurt.” He tried again only to still receive no response. He tried to find where she might be bleeding from. It would explain the paleness of her skin. Skin which had once flushed with such life but now looked as cold as marble. 

But no matter how many times he scanned her over, he could not find even a single paper cut. 

“Whose blood is that? Elise?” He reached his uninjured hand out to grab hold of her shoulder. To make her face him, but as soon as his skin brushed over the exposed skin of her shoulder, his breath was stolen from him.

Cold. Too cold. 

Cold like ice.

Cold like death. 

He’d only ever felt this kind of cold on those who had died. 

It made him think of his mother. 

He hadn’t thought of his mother in ages. Could hardly even remember her but what he did remember was that utter cold. The cold of her skin as he had curled into her side without knowing she was gone.

A horrible horrible thought crossed his mind then. One he didn’t want to acknowledge. Didn’t want to face the utter truth of it. 

Panic ceased Speedwagon’s heart. Ceased it and squeezed it so tight he thought he might kneel over and die right there.

He frantically grabbed up her blood-covered cheeks in his palms, turning her away from the fire so that all she could look at was him. He didn’t even feel the pain in his arm screaming at him as he moved it--he didn’t care. Couldn’t care. He held her face and caressed her skin as if he could transfer his living warmth into her. 

“Elise--Elise, what happened?” He stressed, leaning down so he could peer more closely into her eyes, which seemed to be looking at nothing. Eye which were just so devoid of everything that had been good and--and human about her.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was just as hollow as her eyes.

“Well think, Elise. Please. How--how--who did this to you? Whose blood is this?” Speedwagon pet over the side of her face, brushing bits of hair from it as he did. Tried to comfort her. To let her know it was okay to tell him. That she could tell him anything. 

“Father came home. Everyone was so quiet. I can’t--I was so starved.” Speedwagon knew for certain then what had happened and it made the blood in his veins run cold. 

He knew then her father must have come home to find his staff torn apart and drained of every last drop of blood they possessed like some animal had broken in. That her father had come home and had met an unseemly end just as they had. Just as the commissioner and his officers had here. 

He could only hope her younger sister and Jonathan’s sweetheart had escaped, though in his despair he knew to not hold such hope.

He held his breath as he moved his thumb over her lips. Held his breath and resorted to prayer in hopes he was completely wrong. 

He pulled at her bottom lip and felt his frozen heart plummet into her stomach at what he found.

“He--he used that mask on you.” Speedwagon’s voice came out broken as he gazed at the delicate fangs that had replaced her upper and lower canines. A voice that came out strangled thanks to the tightness growing in his throat--thanks to the further breaking of his heart.

Fear shot past the blankness of her eyes. Such guttural fear he had never seen her show him. 

“Death, death, death--” Her voice was strained as she spoke, cold fingers crawling at his own. Grabbing onto them like he could save her from this fate. He held her tight, eyes burning with tears he had not shed in years. Hadn’t shed since he was a child--had refused to shed since then. “Death was there. Death--it came for me. Oh god, it came for me. It had me.” She spiraled, voice breaking further until it bubbled in a sob. “It had me, it had me.” 

“I know--I know, Elise. I--” 

What could he do? What could he do? 

He could do--nothing.

Elise was gone. 

She was no longer human. Death had come for her. Death had taken her. And now--now she was this creature suspended between life and death.

He had done this. That Dio. He had done this to her. 

He didn’t know why he had. Hadn’t even known Elise had known him, but--no he knew that to be untrue. 

She had written about him. About a boy that the Joestars adopted. One she told him her sister believed to be the devil himself. 

One he was starting to believe in his heart, no matter how much it hurt, she had sought out. One that had caused her letters to him to stop. 

Speedwagon should have tried harder to reach her. Should have made the trip to visit her because maybe--maybe she would still be breathing if he had. Maybe he could have kept that devil away from her. 

The groan of wood and the crashing of walls falling in on themselves sounded, ceasing Elise’s sobs and turning her gaze from him. 

“Where is he?” 

“Gone. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He tried to ease, but Elise gave a soul-stilling cry. 

“No-no! Where is he?” Speedwagon--he didn’t quite understand. Dio had done this horrible, awful thing to her. Had killed her and yet--yet she was searching for him. Was crying for him. 

Maybe he was--maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was finally wrong about someone's character. About how they truly were feeling. 

Yes, yes he had to be. He was just tired and his arm was killing him. 

He was wrong about what he was seeing in front of him.

“Elise, he is gone. Burning to ash as we speak. His soul will be dragged to hell for what he has done.” Speedwagon seethed, trying to grab for Elise once more. To try and keep her mind away from Dio and all his evil. To try and shield her from it all.

Elise gave yet another mournful cry, shoving him away. It was a strength Speedwagon was surprised she possessed. A strength that had him stumbling back, too stunned to think of anything past his confusion. Past his slowly shattering heart.

“No! No, no, no!” She screamed at the fire. “He cannot die. He will not die. It was not in his future--the cards do not lie. It is not true.” She clawed at her chest like the pain she was feeling was physical. Clawed at her skin to the point she drew blood. 

He vaguely remembered her interest in the occult past her shouting and crying. Vaguely thought of the deck of tarot cards her aunt had gifted her long before he had first met her. Cards Speedwagon had always been leery of whenever she handled them.

“He is a god. He cannot die. He--he is my savior, he is my protector, he is my lord. He gifted me eternal life. He promised death would not find me any longer. He--he is not dead.” Tears streamed down her face like some sort of waterfall. Fast tears that seemed to have no end in sight. 

Speedwagon could only stand and watch her in utter shock. Stand and watch the insanity she was spewing. Insanity he hadn’t seen. Insanity… insanity had had chosen not to see.

Savior. 

Dio wasn’t her savior. Speedwagon was her savior. He had been her savior when they first met and would always be her savior. He had vowed to keep her safe from all harm that would wish to come for her.

And yet--yet he had failed in doing so. Had failed so completely he had lost her. Lost the girl he loved. 

“E-Elise?” He tried, voice just as completely broken as his heart, but she was too far gone. She could no longer hear him. Could no longer see him. All that her mind and soul would think of was that bastard Dio. 

Silence befell her. Silence as another bit of the manor fell in on itself with a wicked scream. 

Calm feel over her. Such an eery calm compared to the bout of hysteria she had expressed.

And before he could even blink, she was rushing into the flames. 

Speedwagon gave a strangled cry, feet finally moving as he made to rush after her but a small hand grabbed a fistful of his jacket, yanking him back. 

If it hadn’t been the broken arm the hand had grabbed hold of, he knew he would have been able to fight against the weak grip. But it was as if the master of that hand knew just where to grab to get him to stop. 

“Do not be a fool.” A gentle, yet firm voice shouted to him.

“She--she’ll burn if I do not--”

“Let her burn.” Those words, which were full of nothing but ire, had Speedwagon turning to face the voice. He found a petite woman there, her kind face something that did not match the loathing in her voice for Elise. She looked a bit like Elise--she had the same shade of green eyes. The same nose and jaw, but the resemblance ended there. 

Speedwagon noted she was injured. Noted the deep cut on her forehead, the bruising along her arms, and the bandages wrapped around her neck, which red had just begun to seep through. 

“My sister has always been a foul creature. She hid it well and tricked many poor fools just like she did you. Dio only made her worse and used that mask to finally bring that monster fully to the surface.” This was Erina. This was Elise’s younger sister. A girl she said meek and shy and hardly ever talked of to him. Speedwagon should have been relieved to see she survived, but all he could think of was Elise burning alive. 

Erina seemed to see his thoughts and gave his injured arm another yank. 

“She was a demon. It was only natural for her to find the devil and go hand in hand to his burning domain with him.” 

“You’re--you’re wrong.” Erina shook her head in pity at him. 

“Believe what you will. I wish your faith in her had been strong enough to change her.” Erina's voice deepened to something mournful. “I loved her too. We are blood…but Cain murdered Abel despite that same fact, just as she has killed our father. God is the only one who can judge her soul.” 

Speedwagon did not trust God. He never had, not when he had seen all he had seen in his life. Not when he had lost so much. And he found he wanted the God Erina spoke of far away from Elise. 

He turned his gaze from Erina to look back at the fire. To search desperately for Elise’s form. 

“Let me set your shoulder back and then you will help me bring Jonathan to the hospital.” Erina’s voice turned sweet. Speedwagon could tell she didn’t like being so hateful. Could tell she wanted her sister to have changed. He could tell she was only trying to help ease his hurting soul. “Come now. If we do not get Jonathan to a hospital I fear the worst.” 

He sat down, eyes turning back to the fire as he allowed her to set his shoulder as she had requested. 

Speedwagon had always prided himself on being able to see people's true selves. On being able to sniff out the good from the bad. It was a skill he had been born with and one he had perfected. And yet--

Yet he had been wrong about Elise. 

He had seen it burning in her eyes when they first might. Seen that will to survive. Saw that she would do anything to do so and yet he had ignored it because he saw everything else that was good about her. 

And he wanted to be wrong. He wanted to be so wrong because she was beautiful and the longer he hung around her the more he fell for her. 

He had thought maybe--maybe she had loved him too. 

Had he been wrong about that too?

As he dragged Jonathan’s body away from his burning home, he knew he would never know the answer.

[abbynx]

Rules!

Well, there is a need for rules when requesting and here they are~

🩷 I'm a university student, I write in my free time and for fun, I wouldn't like to be rushed to write your requests.

🩷 I am a touch picky about what I write so I may be selective when it comes to picking what to write and what not to write. For example, I might find the topic upsetting. Or maybe, I lack the experience and knowledge to write sensitive topics and may not know the intricacies of it (such as mental illnesses). Sometimes I may reject smut requests.

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🩷 I only write in gender neutral and will not accept gender-specific requests! I'd like this blog to be inclusive so everyone can read it.

Here are kinds of fic I can write!

~ Fluff

~ Romance

~ Platonic

~ Familial

~ Angst

~ Yandere

~ A little bit of smut, like I said I'm a touch selective about it

~ Headcanons

~ Drabbles

~ One-shots

Here are characters I write for!

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood

~ Jonathan Joestar

~ Dio Brando

~ Erina Pendleton

~ Robert E.O. Speedwagon

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendancy

~ Joseph Joestar

~ Caesar Zepelli

~ Suzie Quatro

~ Elizabeth "Lisa Lisa" Joestar

~ Kars

~ Esidisi

~ Wammu

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders

~ Jotaro Kujo

~ Joseph Joestar

~ Holly Kujo (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Suzie Joestar (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Noriaki Kakyoin

~ Jean Pierre Polnareff

~ Muhammad Avdol

~ DIO

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable

~ Josuke Higashikata

~ Okuyasu Nijimura

~ Koichi Hirose

~ Jotaro Kujo

~ Joseph Joestar (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Tomoko Higashikata

~ Rohan Kishibe

~ Aya Tsuji

~ Reimi Sugimoto (Before she died or after she died)

~ Yukako Yamagishi

~ Tonio Trusardi

~ Mikitaka Hazekura

~ Shinobu Kawajiri

~ Hayato Kawajiri (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Yoshikage Kira

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Experience

~ Giorno Giovana

~ Bruno Buccerati

~ Leonne Abbachio

~ Panacotta Fugo

~ Narancia Ghirga

~ Guido Mista

~ Trish Una

~ Formaggio

~ Illuso

~ Prosciutto

~ Pesci

~ Melone

~ Ghiaccio

~ Risotto

~ Sorbet and Gelato

~ Vinegar Doppio

~ Diavolo

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean

~ Jolyne Kujo

~ Ermes Costello

~ FF

~ Emporio Alniño (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Narciso Anasui

~ Wes Bluemarine/ Weather Forecast

~ Thunder Mcqueen

[icouldbemoreclever]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Robert Edward O. Speedwagon, Tattoo (JoJo), Kempo Fighter (JoJo) Additional Tags: Christmas, Orphans, Friendship, Backstory, Short One Shot Summary:

Ogre Street is not the kind of place that allows children to sleep with visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads. On a cold Christmas night, Speedwagon and Tattoo venture to steal some of these treats from those only slightly more fortunate than them. They end up with more than they bargained for - a new friend.

[jojos-stardew-adventure]

stars and stardrops

Chapter 1: Moving In

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This is a stardew x jjba self-insert fic where Farmer moves into Pelican Town.

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The land rolled by, as you looked out the window of the bus. Over the span of a couple hours, the scenery slowly began to lose its abundance of man made structures until nature seemed to take over.

Your nerves were a bit strung, and you already tried to take a nap to help ease them but closing your eyes would only cause you to become more restless.

You were making a big change to your life. A huge one. The dull and drab life of an office worker was just not tolerable for you anymore. 

You wanted to escape, get closer to nature and your late grandfather's farm seemed like the perfect opportunity. You hadn't been to his farm since you were a child and could barely remember it. 

The one thing you could recall was visiting him when he was sick and the letter he gave you. He told you not to read it until a hard point in your life. At the time, you weren't sure what that meant but you agreed. And for years you kept the letter with you and hadn't read it until one day when work was making you feel especially shitty:

If you're reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. The same thing happened to me, long ago. I'd lost sight of what mattered most in life... real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.

When you were deciding if you wanted to really move out of the city, Speedwagon, the mayor of town your grandfather's farm resided, assured you that he would be happy to have you there and would prepare everything to make moving in as smooth as possible. After a bit more consideration, you decided to quit your job and now you were on your way to your grandpa's unused farm.

You straightened up as a sign that stated 'Welcome to Pelican Town' comes into view. After a few more minutes, the bus slows down before coming to a stop.

You grabbed your small suitcase containing the few items you hadn't sold and exited the bus to find Mayor Speedwagon waiting along with someone else. You don't have a super clear memory of Speedwagon but he definitely looked older.

"Y/n, welcome. You've grown so much! How are you?"

You smiled slightly. "A bit nervous to be honest." 

"I know you'll do well here. Your grandfather would have complete trust in you taking over the farm."

"At this point anyone taking care of that rundown place would be great!", a somewhat rough voice chimed in.

You turn your attention towards the man who was standing next to Speedwagon.

Speedwagon introduced him. "This is Okuyasu Nijimura. He takes care of the town's finances. He insisted on coming along to welcome you."

You smile and reach out to shake his hand. 

"Nice to meet you! You're definitely not what I was expecting." Albeit that previous statement, Okuyasu seemed quite friendly. Maybe he just tended to speak his mind freely.

"Yea, I've never really farmed in my life! Unless taking care of potted plants count." 

Speedwagon checks the watch on his wrist. "Should we head over to your farm then?" 

Your farm…

It was a bit hard to believe that you owned a whole farm now.

As you all walk towards your gramp's--your farm, Speedwagon hands you a map. "This will help you get around at first."

You mainly relied on GPS to get around back in the city. You hoped you were good with maps.

You could see the farmhouse in the distance and a feeling of nostalgia washed over you. The house looked quite worn out though.

When you reached the end of the path to the farm, what you saw wasn't what you were expecting.

Everything looked extremely overgrown. 

Okayasu whistled. "Wow, I think it's even worse than the last time I came over here."

"I know it looks really messy but it just needs some work,'' Speedwagon assured you.

But this looked like a lot of work for one person. 

Okuyasu grabbed his chin as if he were thinking deeply. "You know, if you need the help, I'll be glad to provide you with any upgrades you need around here! I'll even give you a discount on the first one!"

The man walked up to you before pointing to a building on the map you were holding. "You can visit me here if you're interested."

You smiled at him. "Uh, thanks." 

"Okay! Well, I gotta head out. See you around Farmer!" Okuyasu waved before heading back down the path.

Speedwagon sighed at the man. "Well Farmer, you're now officially a resident of Pelican Town! I'll leave you to get settled in. If you need me, I'm usually available in my home during the evening. It's the biggest house on the map. You can come to me for anything." The older man tips his hat before walking back down the path you had come from.

You looked around at all the overgrown grass and trees trying to reclaim the farmland. 

Oh boy...

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[robert-speedweed]

Who Wants to Hear my Speedwagon Foundation Headcanon?

SO MY HEADCANON is that Speedwagon took a husband who was a divorced man with a child. And Speedwagon raises the kid like his own and is a great husband and dad. So this kid takes over the foundation and sets up an orphanage and LGBT youth center to honor his adoptive dad. And the kids are all just really grateful to the foundation and want to keep it going and helping people and that's why the Speedwagon Foundation is this constant force for good? It helps so many people and they want to in turn help others and offers of power are just like "Meh, I have my awesome found family. Fuck off"

Like no one is obligated to stay but since it is such a large foundation any youth that they take in is guaranteed a job and a place to stay.

If nothing else, I really like the idea of Speedwagon having an heir who sets up an LGBT Youth center. Because Speedagon grew up on the streets and he's so gay coded so like, it's easy to imagine that he got kicked out for being gay in London in the 1900s. And the heir would want to honor Speedwagon by helping save other kids from that life ;u;

(Copied wholesale from me rambling on discord.)

[ouroboros-panacea]

Problematic-[2/?]-Peculiar

Previous

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You were, for lack of better words, strange, in the eyes of the other children.

It was no different for Wang Jiayi

Quiet, unassuming, you never seemed to exhibit any real sort of emotion in class. Yet sometimes you'd laugh and smile at what seemed to be thin air. Even then, that small display of happiness you’d show from time to time would always be quickly wiped out whenever you looked down at that doll you always carried.

You were...a mystery.

At the start, some children would come up to you, wanting to befriend the little girl that sat near the kind teacher. Trying their best, yet all their efforts were in vain.

It was strangely sad to him. Yet as he thought about it, wasn't it kinda your fault? You never tried to make friends with anyone, and you never tried to interact with anyone. If you just talked to him, he'd probably be your friend. 

So why didn't you? Why did you allow yourself to be the ghost in the classroom? Staring at you from across the room, Wang Jiayi paused on the current equation he was on to ponder the "what ifs".

What if he had to make the first move? What if you just didn't like people? What if you were secretly a necromancer sent to earth to prepare for judgement day?

...ok, that one was definitely impossible, Wang Jiayi thought, mentally berating himself for his overactive imagination. Still, you were quite the strange character, but he supposed that was what made you so interesting.

He wanted to get to know you. Although, staring at your expression of glacial calmness, perhaps another day.

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The rhythmic sounds of the teacher’s constant typing was comforting to you. It was unchanging, stable. Lulling you into a state of peace and calm. Something which was continuously being broken by Jonathan’s encouragement. (No matter how fluttery and light you felt about it inside, you stomped those feelings far back down. It would do you no good to be so easily distracted by this talkative ghost.)

“Keep going! You’ve nearly finished this question!”

“Only nine more left! You’re getting better at long division, that’s great!”

Outwardly, you seemed to be completely blind and deaf to his genuinely excited face, and the endless amounts of cheering. Though the red that slowly dusted your cheeks and made your ears glow in the embarrassing sort of way one gets when they’re flustered gave much of your inner feelings away. You gripped your pencil harder, pressed down harder, rubbed at the smooth grid paper.

Either way, no matter how good you felt about it, no matter how much praise he gave, you still had to finish these nine remaining questions. 

It was surprisingly easier than it seemed to ignore Jonathan's incessant chatter, you thought. Your hand swiftly writing out numbers and symbols in your childish scrawl-legible, and neat enough for someone of your age-this exercise was easier than you thought. Your eyes flicking to the question number once more, you allowed a brief breath of air to puff out of your lips.

Only eight more left.

You stopped in between the twelfth question, and dangled your pencil from your fingers as you tried to discreetly look at the question the classmate that sat closest to you was on. Jonathan was quick to notice, and called your name, curious about your sudden stop in writing.

“What are you doing?”

You didn’t answer.

Your body twisted ever so slightly, your limbs moving ever so slowly so that not a sound would alert anyone to what you were currently trying to do. Your vision scanned across her neat papers, skimming across the question numbers she’d written down.

(It was there that Jonathan understood just a little more about you. His expression of curiosity slowly morphed into one of empathy.)

She was on question fourteen.

Shame burned through you. How could you be so stupid? So slow? You forced your expression to stay calm, inwardly wrestling with the disgusting churn of feelings in your stomach. Heart tightening, slender fingers scratching at the smooth skin of your collarbone, occasionally digging into the skin-covered flesh. Hunched over and glaring icy holes into paper, you must've been such an odd sight for anyone who bothered to look.

(Alas, only the dead can see everything.)

A cold, yet oddly warm hand placed itself on your shoulder, jerking you out of your thoughts. Knowing exactly whose hand it was, you didn't bother to look back.

"I'm fine." You whispered tonelessly, face blank and staring down at your nearly completed paper.

In return, you got a hug from him that completely enveloped you with a rush of warm feelings you couldn't quite understand yourself.

"...thank you, Jonathan." You whispered again, a hint of gratitude seeping through your voice.

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Later that day, you sewed a small blue star onto a plush heart. Both Jonathan and Speedwagon smiled when they saw it.

"Well, your sewing has gotten better!" Speedwagon said your name loudly with gusto, patting your back with a gentle force.

Your lips quirked up a little at the praise, but you said nothing in reply.

This was nice. You liked this.

[c-nstellati-ns]

IF YOU WOULD BE MY LOVE… — fic

author’s note — happy birthday babygirl 💖💖🫶🏾🫶🏾💋💋 word count — 1.2k featuring — robert e.o. speedwagon CW — NSFW CONTENT, drinking, slight exhibitionism, getting caught, more of a lime than anything, not proof read

all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2022. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Going out to celebrate Robert’s birthday to a bar had been a last minute decision you both had to admit, but it was certainly a good one in the end.

Many of his friends had been there, all there to celebrate his 26th and how much he’s achieved in such little time. You hadn’t been sure if they would show up, but were pleasantly surprised to see how Robert’s face brightened with that little gap in his teeth. It made your heart all aflutter to see him so joyful like this.

The bar was packed full to the brim, drinks being passed out to everyone there, courtesy of one Jonathan Joestar who unfortunately couldn’t be there that night. Robert took full advantage of the practically unlimited drinks, while you stuck by his side the entire night mostly sober just in case he got too rowdy. The night was wonderful, you did have to admit… but all good things had to come to an end.

Robert slumped against you, his long locks brushed against your cheek as he slurred under his breath, “Iii llovee youu…”

“I love you too, Robbie. C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He pushed closer to you and you helped him up, waving goodbye to the others. You were glad you both left when you did because my goodness, Speedwagon could get touchy when he was drunk— you would have hated to have anyone see him gently caressing your sides and pressing his lips to your neck like that. You knew that he would eventually get like this but perhaps it’s because it's his birthday, he felt a little more loveydovey with you.

Maybe you could have a little fun with this, you thought to yourself. Gently leading Robert into a shady alleyway, making sure that no one had followed either of you there. Thankfully, it was quite late at night so you weren’t too worried.

Speedwagon looked up at you, a small smile on his face as he managed to mutter out, “Interesting place to be in, don’t you think? I thought you wanted to head home?” He says quietly, but immediately leaning into your touch when you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Hmm… I suppose so,” you hum, “But I also suppose we could have a little fun before we go.”

You pressed a kiss to his neck, listening to the soft groan that slipped through his lips. You slipped a hand underneath his coat, carefully unbuttoning anything you could get your hands on. He wrapped his arms around your neck a little tighter as he pulled you in for a deeper kiss, tempting you a bit by licking your bottom lip and letting his own mouth fall open for you to properly ravage. You readily took his offer and slipped your tongue into his mouth, smirking slightly at the sound of his whimper. You could taste the cherry bourbon on his lips.

Speedwagon always got so sensitive with you whenever you started getting touchy with him, you loved it. You trailed a hand up to his hair, running a hand through the blond locks gently before roughly tugging. Robert pulled back from the kiss from that, a deep groan rumbling throughout his chest. You pressed another kiss to his lips before mouthing down his neck, nipping at his Adam’s apple before going down even further and making it to his collarbone. You had gotten most of his shirt undone at this point, so to see that pale skin blooming with blue and purple from your teeth— it was certainly a sight.

“Haah— wh-wh…wait- w-what if someone sees us?” Robert finally manages to spit out, but that thought pretty much vanishes the moment your fingers brush against his nipple and his knees nearly buckle underneath his own weight. “[Name]-“ He whines out, oh so softly… it makes you lean in and press a kiss to the scar on his cheek.

“Don’t worry, love. Everything will be just fine. And besides… You seem to be enjoying the thought of potentially being caught, aren’t you?” You say with a soft laugh, and your hand teasingly goes lower, brushing against his crotch where he is painfully hard in his dress pants. His pale cheeks blush even harder than before, his panting growing heavier as he attempts to look away from you. You were always so on point sometimes, it annoyed him.

Robert attempted to try and get you to remove at least your button down, but you gently held his wrists and kissed his hand, “Not yet. It’s your birthday, not mine, darling.” He pouted at this but stopped… for now. To make up for his disappointment, you pressed him harder against the wall and slipped your thigh between his own. He let out another soft noise, leaning his head back against the brick as he ground down as best he could against your leg, now more determined to chase his release more than anything.

You kept biting down onto whatever exposed flesh you could get your teeth on and playing with those sensitive pink buds of his, you adored all the little noises he would let out. He could do nothing but grip at your shoulders, fistfuls of your coat as you kept him up from collapsing then and there.

“My gorgeous boy… I’m so proud of you, I’m so lucky to have you be mine.” There was a choked sob from him at your words.

“P-please— [Name]- Oh god-“ Robert could barely get a word out, too interrupted by his own whimpers and moans. You already knew what this meant, capturing his lips to quiet him down a little bit. Your hands kept roaming throughout his body, groping his pecs, slipping your fingers into his pants, keeping him close… until a voice stopped you.

“Are you boys alright?”

That seems to immediately sober Speedwagon up and get you to properly cover him up with your coat. You quickly fixed your own hair and turned around, looking at a constable who flashed a lantern at you both. You smiled and nodded, “Yes, we’re doing alright! My friend here has had a bit too much drinking and I was just taking him home. It’s his birthday after all.”

Speedwagon clung to you and your coat, leaning in close and pressing his lips into a flat line when he felt you grabbing his ass despite the constable being Right There. His cheeks were practically on fire, but you were sure that it would be passed off as an effect of the alcohol.

The man looked at you both and nodded, “Alright, do get home safe. Happy birthday.” Speedwagon couldn’t help but smile sheepishly and wave at the constable as he left.

You both let out a deep sigh and Robert shook his head, “Never again.” Even in his drunken state, he knew this was risky. But even with what he said, you leaned in and captured his lips roughly again. You lightly bit down on the lower one before pulling away.

“We’ll finish this at home, eh? Happy birthday, my love.” You winked at him, snickering at the absolutely flabbergasted look on his face as you helped him look somewhat decent. He pouted and gently punched your shoulder, but silly giggles erupted from the both of you.

Robert leaned up and kissed your cheek softly, “Thank you for this, sweets.”

Safe to say, he had quite the splending birthday and night with you that year.

NOW PLAYING — butterflies, michael jackson…

[honey-nut-doppios]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Joestar/Robert Edward O. Speedwagon, Erina Pendleton Joestar/Jonathan Joestar Characters: Robert Edward O. Speedwagon, Erina Pendleton Joestar Additional Tags: Travel, Grief/Mourning, Post-Canon, Angst, Unresolved Emotional Tension, It's like Phantom Blood: The Beach Episode exception everyone cries and there's no closure, well maybe a little closure, Gift Fic Summary:

Robert arrives on the Canary Islands with nothing but a steamer trunk filled with another man's possessions.

Part 2 of 2 of my @jjba-secret-santa gift for @shirasucorps!

[soupbabe]

🎃 Monster Lovin' Month 🎃

Since October is time for ghosts, skeletons, zombies, etc,,why not give some love to them ! This lil event will specialize in Monster! Character x Human! Reader 🧡

All fics will be gender neutral! Reader 🧡

🎃🎃🎃

This'll be for all the fandoms I write for (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Parts 1-5, Ouran Highschool Host Club, Black Butler, Disastrous Life of Saiki K, and Danganronpa games Trigger Happy Havoc and Goodbye Despair!

❗All works will be sfw ❗

🎃🎃🎃

1. Ghost- Josuke Higashikata

2. Werewolf- Jotaro Kujo

3. Merman- Giorno Giovanna

4. Vampire- Pannacotta Fugo

5. Witch- Haruhi Fujioka

6. Demon- Formaggio

7. Mothman- Leone Abbacchio

8. Naga- Risotto Nero

9. Catgirl- Trish Una

10. Gorgon- Illuso

11. Angel- Bruno Bucciarati

12. Centaur- Jean-Pierre Polnareff

13. Harpy- Santana

14. Drider- Keicho Nijimura

15. Frankenstein's Monster- Jonathan Joestar

16. Living Scarecrow- Robert E.O Speedwagon

17. Minotaur- Muhammad Avdol

18. Dullahan- Takashi Morinozuka

20. Mummy- Makoto Naegi

21. Satyr- Prosciutto

22. Genie- Reimi Sugimoto

23. Shadow Creature- Straizo (part 2)

24. Living Doll- Toshikazu Hazamada

25. Robot- Kineshi Hairo

26. Slime- Hazekura Mikitaka

27. Banshee- Grell Sutcliff

28. Dragon-Aren Kobuyasu

29. Nymph- Finnian

30. Grim Reaper- Pesci

31. Fairy- Gwess

[volfoss]

assigning jojo characters height/age that don't have them for parts 1-6:

wow fic writing procrastination project time... this will be long so under the cut. i wont do every single character, sorry. im also using canon pictures to compare to canon heights for characters that have them <3

Phantom Blood:

Will Zeppeli: 6 ft

Robert E.O. Speedwagon- 5 ft 11

Erina Pendleton- 5 ft 4

George Joestar- 6 ft 3; mid to late 40s at the time of Phantom Blood's start (when Jonathan was 12)

Poco- 4 ft 9, 12 years old

Poco's Sister- 5 ft 6

Tonpetty- 5 ft 10, in his late 60s- early 70s

Dire- 6 ft 1, in his early 50s

Straizo- 6 ft

Bruford- 6 ft 4

Tarkus- 6 ft 6

Wang Chan- 4 ft 1, in his 80s

Jack the Ripper- 6 ft 1, mid 40s

Mary Joestar- 5 ft 9, in her early 30s when she died

Battle Tendency:

Smokey Brown- 5 ft 3 (as of part 2), 14

Suzi Q- 5 ft 5, 20 years old

Kars- 7 ft 2

Esidisi- 7 ft 2

Wamuu- 7 ft 1

Santana- 6 ft 9

George Joestar II- 6 ft 2

Stardust Crusaders:

Anne- 4 ft 4, 12 years old

Enya- 3 ft 9, in her 90s

Vanilla Ice- early 30s

Hol Horse- late 30s

Telence D'Arby- 6 ft 4

Daniel J. D'Arby- 6 ft 5

N'Doul- 6 ft 1, early 40s

Mariah- 5 ft 9, mid 30s

Oingo- 6 ft, early to mid 20s

Boingo- 8 years old

Kenny G- 5 ft 4, late 20s

Nukesaku- 3 ft 5, 40s

Devo- 6 ft 3, mid to late 30s

Diamond is Unbreakable:

Shigechi- 4 ft 9

Mikitaka Hazekura- 5 ft 10

Yuya Fungami- 5 ft 10, 18 years old

Yukako Yamagishi- 15 years old (same class as Okuyasu so same age)

Tonio Trussardi- 6 ft

Aya Tsuji- 5 ft 9

Akira Otoishi- 6 ft

Keichi Nijimura- 5 ft 10

Ken Oyanagi- 4 ft 1

Toyohiro Kanedaichi-5 ft 9, early 30s

Terunosuke Miyamoto- 5 ft 7, late 20s

Masazo Kinoto- 5 ft 5

Tomoko Higashikata- 5 ft 8

Shinobu Kawajiri- 34 years old

Vento Aureo:

Pericolo- late 60s

Secco- 28

Squalo- late 20s- early 30s

Tiziano- early 30s

Carne- mid 20s

Luca- mid 30s

Polpo- 6 ft 3, mid 50s

Sale- 28

Formaggio- early 30s

Illuso- early to mid 30s

Prosciutto- late 30s

Pesci- late 20s

Melone- 27-28

Ghiaccio- mid to early 20s

Sorbet- 40s

Gelato- late 30s

Scolippi- 5 ft 11, mid 20s

Stone Ocean:

Weather Report- 6 ft

Enrico Pucci- 6 ft 1

Rikiel- 5 ft 10

Ungalo- 5 ft 7

Sports Maxx- 5 ft 9, early 30s

Miraschon- 5 ft 10, 36

Lang Rangler- 5 ft 11, late 30s

[gingernut1314]

Survive - Masterlist

Dio Brando x F!Oc x Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Warnings: canon typical violence, unhealthy relationships, fear of death, allies to lovers, friends to lovers, begins in JJBA part 1

↞ to Jjba Masterlist | JJBA Oc Masterlist | Request Rules | Blog Navigation ↠

Guide:

🧨 = NSFW ✔️ = Competed ⏳ = Coming Soon 🖋️= Ongoing

A-Side: (Full "Dio x Elise" Playlist)

Desire

Rule #34

Me and the Devil

Abbey

B-Side: (Full "Speedwagon x Elise" Playlist)

Places We Won't Walk

Grow as We Go

Evergreen

Strawberry

Get to know the Oc: Elise Pendleton

Survive: 🖋️

Part 1: Survive {2.7K}

Part 2: Follow {1.9K}

Extras/Out of order parts:

Companion {2K} - {Speedwagon x Elise} : can be read between part 1 and 2

Cold {2.9K} - {Speedwagon x Elise} : takes place later in main story, suggested reading after main parts & companion

[abbacchiosbelt]

Phantom Blood | Mobile Masterlist 🗡️

Phantom Blood [General Tag]

Jonathan Joestar

“Does this tickle? Haha, why are you laughing so much?”

Hold That Pose - Jonathan x F!Reader x Dio - [NSFW Fic]

Werewolf!Jonathan in Heat

Portraits of Home [Commission, OC]

Jonathan Confessions

George the 1st

NSFW Headcanons

George 1st DILF Headcanons

George 1st Confessions

Dio Brando

Soft Dio Headcanons

Hold That Pose - Jonathan x F!Reader x Dio - [NSFW Fic]

Portraits of Home [Commission, OC]

Dio Confessions [Includes Dio from other parts]

Robert E.O Speedwagon

NSFW Headcanons

Spicy Text to his S/O

DILF Speedwagon Headcanons

Speedwagon Confessions

[cesca-untoldstories]

Ah Speedwagon my love. I adore coming up with Ogre Street hcs. I'm even working on a fic about how my OC Amaryllis became England's most protected woman because she helped Speedwagon the night he got his face scar 👉👈

So here's some lovely Speedwagon/Ogre Street ideas I've had.

Speedwagon's life of crime began as a child. His family was poor and he was hungry. He realized shop owners don't pay much attention to grubby little kids, so he stole himself a pastry. He adored.

Speedwagon = Aladdin. He's a criminal with a good heart. And he looks out for kids

Don't you dare harm a child in front of Speedwagon or he will invent a new way to murder you.

He started carrying knives at age 8

He invented his saw blade hat at 17.

For a while when he was younger, his hair looked a lot like Caesar's. But he overheard someone calling a long haired man a "scoundrel" and decided to look his part.

He got his scar getting jumped on his way home one night. As he was fading out of consciousness, it was his right hand man Tattoo who fended off the attack and helped him.

Speedwagon sometimes sings to himself as he works. His voice is very nice, but he doesn't do it often.

Speedwagon loves hugs but does not receive them often.

Speedwagon adopted a stray cat some teens had been attacking and kept it safe. It was a little orange cat with one eye. He named it Eliot, after a composer he enjoyed, George Eliot.

Fun fact: a REO Speedwagon song came on as I was typing these so I guess even Speedwagon approved! 😜

/proceed to play can't fight this feeling on spotify /

I love first of all how you have taken the part of Ogre Street into account, and how that has developed attached to showing why Robert E.O Speedwagon is the way he is. I would love to know more about your OC! I think you are very focused on everything canonical that Araki presents us in his development of Speedwagon and I would be very interested to know how Amaryllis would merge into that canon! it's something I personally have to admit, I love it! I enjoy so much when they focus on developing the canon to give more weight to their own character.

So let's read headcanons!

I love that comparison you made with Aladdin! since she had also thought something similar at his young age. only that I had considered him an orphan. an orphan who seeks the greater good for an entire community of children who would in that case be his family. (I must confess that in the Plastic Beach Speedwagon arc I took it as a faithful reference to my own character: Nicolai Howlett! hehe> :))

Yes! Speedwagon imagined him as that unruly child who tries to be smarter than his opponent, but many times he has ended up in the dirty mud with his dirty face since his noble heart ends up accusing him. Do you have that headcanon that maybe had an idol when he was little? continuing with the Jojos retrospective. just like Josuke with his "savior or hero" maybe Speedwagon had a hero as a child, who was undoubtedly a delinquent man but saved him and his little gang! perhaps for the same reason he adopted that cap that he had, even inherited.

The wound part of him! I like to believe that he was someone malicious who did it to scare the group of criminals from him, like that when you insert the dagger and wait for the other to scream in pain to see his weakness. Maybe that happened with Speedwagon but he continued with the assurance of him like "go on, because hearing me scream you won't"

Now Speedwagon but older.

Singing? YES! OBVIOUSLY YES! I adore with all my soul. Speedwagon likes to hum tunes and feed little birds. they brighten their days as well as sing them a different melody every morning. and what to say about the hugs! It looks so soft that you could even sleep on his chest with the heat that emanates (hehe canon)

Speedwagon the salvator of orphan children and street kittens! for me that is printed, I love it.

I adore the detail of the kitten's name. he surely had many more kittens and raised them in the way that a bird can feel safe around a street cat. and it would be a tremendous analogy to how he was adopting his character as a street cat, to an adorable yellow bird.

[icouldbemoreclever]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Joestar/Robert Edward O. Speedwagon Characters: Robert Edward O. Speedwagon, Jonathan Joestar Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Near Death Experiences, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Visions, Post-JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 1: Phantom Blood Summary:

"You were penniless when you first got to Texas, you were nearly dead in the desert when you found the oil fields..."

Speedwagon gets lost in the desert and receives a visit from someone he thought he'd never see again.

[ao3feed-jonawagon]

Trouble and Strife

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XamVx4

by Valerie_Red

After the Joestar mansion burned down and Jonathan was released from the hospital he spends the cold winter nights at the humble abode of one Robert E.O. Speedwagon.

  I tried to write a cute fic of my favorite underrated ship cuddling, but my horrible gremlin mind did this instead. Enjoy.

Words: 5068, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jonathan Joestar, Robert Edward O. Speedwagon

Relationships: Jonathan Joestar/Robert Edward O. Speedwagon

Additional Tags: Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Friends to Lovers, Cockney Slang, Literal Sleeping Together, Dubcon Cuddling, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, First Time, Comeplay, no beta we die like zeppelis, Innocent Jonathan, Powerbottom Speedwagon, Inappropriate Use of Hamon (JoJo), Hamon (JoJo), I'm Sorry

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XamVx4

[jortsjoestar]

“there’s a bad moon on the rise” - chapter 4 + 5

Title: “there’s a bad moon on the rise”

Prompt: Day 3 (Reputation)

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: "A man's reputation was often his sword and his shield, none knew that better than Robert E.O. Speedwagon."

Word Count: 593

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of Violence, Speedwagon’s Gritty Past, Character Study

AO3 Link: Here

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Title: “there’s a bad moon on the rise”

Prompt: Day 3 (Mother)

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: "They may as well have lived in different universes but the words of their lullabies remained the same."

Word Count: 1,344

Warnings/Tags: Jojo Moms, Pre-Canon, Baby Jonathan and Dio, Art/Fic Collaboration!

AO3 Link: Here

Hello everyone! Here’s our Day 3 prompt fills for @pbweek ! Just as yesterday was two fills for the price of one, today is the same! I tackled the prompt of ‘reputation’ while inferno took a crack at ‘mother’ and we’re both proud of the results! In addition to that, our ‘mother’ prompt was also a collab with @chumimin_uwu on twitter! Please check out the beautiful art she made for it right here and send her some love!

We hope you enjoy!