#sdc fic

[gingernut1314]

Jinxes and Good Luck Charms

Summary: Your feet hurt and your best friend shows up just in time to help you out.

Content: GN!reader, Stardust Crusader reader, during JJBA part 3 (no spoilers), polnareff's love language is physical touch, gift giving, Jotaro being sassy, Kakyoin being a good but teasing, whiny but playful reader, reader gets to use Polnareff as a seat

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: Because i need more fluff moments with my darling husband and also I wanted to try out writing for like...a whiny/teasing reader? If that makes any sense lol. I hope you all enjoy!

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“My feet are killing me.” You whined in the most annoying and pathetic sound you could muster. One that had Kakyoin grimacing and Jotaro giving a low muttered good grief--the exact reactions you had been trying to pull from them. “Can we please find somewhere to sit?” 

“Just sit down on the curb,” Kakyoin suggested in that calm voice of his that you only huffed at. 

“In the dirt! No way.” You continued, giving another pathetic whine at the end of your words. You rose your left foot, hooking it around your ankle to try and give it a rest. This only made the near-biting pain radiating in your right foot increase, but the relief you felt in your left made it worth it for the time being. “Why can’t we find somewhere to sit? It’s so hot out here and humid and it’s making me sweat and--”

“Because we need to wait for the others to get back and this is where we all agreed to meet up.” Jotaro snapped, making you narrow your eyes at him. “We’ll find a damn chair later, so either sit down on the damn curb or shut the hell up.” He finished, pulling his hat further down his face. 

“Always so mean.” You huffed, placing your foot back to the floor and hooking your right foot around your left ankle. Your body wobbled a bit, but with a small extension of Kakyoin’s arm, you were able to use him to keep balance. “Where is Polnareff? He wouldn’t be this mean to me about finding a chair.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Kakyoin said in way of comfort. He offered you a thin smile as well that did nothing to lift your mood. “Unless he’s lost his way again.” You gave him a wildly panicked look. 

“You’re trying to jinx him!” 

“Jinx--no. Just stating the obvious.” Kakyoin playfully teased. You huffed, pushing him away from you as you stood on your own, a chuckle spilling from his lips. 

“Maybe he fell into the shitter.” Jotaro’s grumbling voice spoke again, only making Kakyoin’s stifled chuckle grow. 

“You two are assholes.” You gruffed, clenching your fists at your side.

What if he had fallen into a toilet? 

You felt your heart clench as you made to march off in search of your best friend when he popped around the corner, a bright smile on his lips and arms spread out to the side. 

“Ta-da! Miss me?” Polnareff’s gray eyes found you in seconds, the corners of them crinkling as his smile continued to grow.

“Obviously.” Your own smile came to your lips as he moved into your orbit. His eyes shined at your confirmation of his question. “You left me here with these grumpy guses.” You hooked a thumb in the direction of your other friends.

“...I don’t think I’m a grumpy gus.” Kakyoin murmured from somewhere behind you, almost sounding offended.

“Forgive me, mon ange. I should have taken you with me.” You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a mocking, displeased huff. 

“Damn straight you should have taken me with you. Better than standing here in the blazing heat with no chair in sight.” At the reminder of your aching feet, you gave a dramatic pout that only pissed Jotaro off further. 

“Did you get them?” Jotaro grumbled, changing the topic quickly. Polnareff nodded to the most grumpiest of the guses way, pulling out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. They were tossed Jotaro’s way, the teen catching it without any trouble as usual before those soft, gray eyes were back onto you. 

“Come. We’ll sit together. I got you a little something too.” Polnareff spoke as he lowered himself down onto the dusty ground, criss-crossing his legs together. He gave his thick thigh a pat before reaching up to take your hand. You were quick to accept it, allowing him to guide you down into his lap. 

You gave a sigh of relief that you used your diaphragm to make spill out louder then it needed to be from your mouth just to further grate on Jotaro’s nerves. He stared daggers your way as he placed a cigarette between his lips.  

“There is no way your feet hurt that much.” Kakyoin voiced, that bit of amusement at your antics clear in his voice.

“Oh, it felt like I was standing on a street full of needles. Ouch.” You gave a played-up wince.

Polnareff’s chuckle shook through your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. One of his strong arms snaked around your waist to hold you securely against him, while the other came to sit before your eyes in a closed fist. 

“To make you feel better.” And he opened his fingers to reveal a tiny wooden black cat. “In France, if you treat them with the utmost care, it is believed they will bring you good luck.” You gently ran a finger over the head of the wooden critter. “Of course, this isn’t a true cat but I believe it will do the same for you.” You turned your gaze slightly to look at Polnareff’s face from out of the corner of your eye.

“Thank you. I will treat him oh so well.” Craning your head back a bit, you placed a sweet but fleeting kiss to his warm cheek. As you looked away, you saw his face flush a deep red, full lips parting at such affection from you. 

God you absolutely loved making that blush form over his skin.

“I will name him…” You started, taking the cat from Polnareff’s hand, turning it this way and that. “Charm. Because he is a good luck charm.”

“Very original,” Jotaro commented in that deadpanned, yet all too sassy, way of his. 

“I think it’s…charming.” Polnareff joked on a badly stifled laugh that came out in pffting spurts. You couldn’t help but laugh alongside him at his joke or at the way Jotaro closed his eyes on a deep exhale of smoke and annoyance.  

“See? This is why you are my best friend. You get it.” You had just finished your sentence when you felt Polnareff nuzzling his cheek against the side of your head. 

It was your turn to feel like your skin was on fire then. Your turn to feel those butterflies you were hardly concealing flutter violently within your stomach.

You almost begged him to do it again, but held your tongue. Not yet…though, maybe with this bit of luck he had gifted you, you would finally find the courage to let those butterflies fly free.

[celestial-jazzie]

Masterlist (ever-expanding)

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Harvey

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Hypothermic Health Risk

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Notice (me) In Front of the Whole Town

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Girls on Film

[gncgang]

It’s the middle of the night and Polnareff is awake. The Kujos’ couch isn’t very comfortable, but that’s not why. He sits up and rubs his eyes and tries not to stare too hard into the darkness of the living room. It’s really unfair, he thinks, that both the dark and the light scares him. Or, well, it’s more like the latter makes him sad. He can’t light a cigarette anymore without wanting to cry. It’s stupid.

In the doorway behind him, the air shifts. A soft exhale.

Silver gleams over Polnareff’s knuckles for a split second as he ducks down—and just as quickly remembers himself. He glances over his shoulder and sees the man of the house frozen in the doorframe, face as grey as everything else in the dim half-light of the room, eyes more hollow than the pockets of black gathered in the spaces that light still avoids.

Jotaro blinks at him. Then, with steps so light he seems to drift over the carpet, he comes around the couch and sits down next to Polnareff.

He looks like shit. Polnareff feels the faint urge to say so; if it were light out he would tease the younger man mercilessly, cackling at the terrible ripostes Jotaro would return with and wincing at the more effective (and physical) jabs that would follow. He would laugh, and Jotaro would smile despite himself, maybe even chuckle a little too.

But he doesn’t. The quiet of the house and the dryness in his throat and the hollows in Jotaro’s eyes tell him not to, so he doesn’t. He swallows. It takes more effort than it should.

They sit there for a while. If Polnareff really wanted to, he could lift his head and glance over at the red glowing numbers on the stove over in the kitchen; they’re perfectly visible if he leans back a little. Something keeps him from checking. The dark is horrible, but the idea that the dark will give way to a weak and repulsive grey creeping through the windows in just a few short hours is-…

A hand covers one of his fists where it’s clenched tight at his side. When he looks, Jotaro doesn’t look back. But the man shifts slightly closer.

Polnareff’s throat feels thick again. He understands this, he thinks, and scoots over until their shoulders touch. He pointedly turns his gaze away.

When Jotaro’s head comes to rest on his shoulder, Polnareff squeezes his eyes shut and keeps breathing. It’s all he can do.

[a-998h]

in honor of MerMay, can you please do the SDC with a shy! merman! reader?

Reader never trusted any land people because they were held captive by Dio and his minions.

(Everyone, but Dio, lives AU)

"Hey, what was that?" Polnareff asks.

Looking into the water, the rest of the group sees... nothing. They all look at Polnareff, confused and annoyed.

"I swear I saw something!" He yelled.

The group goes back to investigating the ship with the sailors, unaware of the net being dropped into the sea.

Their search yields nothing of note, but Joseph does notice a large net near the port side of the ship. Getting closer, he notices it's wet and dripping water, like it was freshly pulled up. The size is also odd, like it was made for something larger than the local fish.

As Jotaro is trying to figure out why there is an orangutan on board, he sees a heavily locked door.

"Well, what do we have here?" He asks himself.

Upon opening that door, he sees a large fish tank. It's filled with slightly murky water and he can't see any fish. Getting closer he hears the rattle of a chain. Turning around, he is met with nothing. Now on guard, he moves closer to the tank before hearing Anne screaming. Running to her aid, he doesn't hear the soft cries from the tank.

"Please... let me out," the voice softly cries.

After Forever's defeat and his Stand collapsed, the group continues on their journey to Egypt. The creature in the tank escaped, and thoughth she was free. Until she saw a minion of Dio's. She swam away, trying to find somewhere other than the ocean.

*In Egypt*

The group was looking for Dio's mansion, but no luck.

The group sets up camp near the Nile, but they hear splashing.

"What was that?" Kakyoin asked.

"Maybe some people or animals getting a drink," Avdol reassures.

Polnareff leaves to take a piss, only to run back a second later. He's yelling about a woman. The group rolls their eyes collectively. They were all too tired to deal with Polnareff's perverted antics. After minutes of begging, the group follows Polnareff to the place where he claimed to see a woman.

Sure enough, the top half of a woman is laying on the banks of the Nile, wearing something that looked like a hair net with a shell in the center. She looked to be asleep. The group elected to leave her alone, until Avdol noticed something in the water. Where the woman's legs and feet should be, was a fish tail.

"Oh my God!" Joseph yells.

The woman wakes up, spots the group and dives into the river and hides behind a nearby rock among the weeds. There is a silence as the group stares at this mermaid. No one knows what to do, or if the mermaid even understands their languages.

"Umm, hello, we mean no harm," Polnareff says, trying to sound non threatening.

Silence, then the mermaid hides under the water. The group doesn't know what to do and is a about to leave, when the mermaid sticks her head back out of the water.

Polnareff introduced himself and the group to the mermaid.

Jotaro notices the mermaid holding a sharp stone and gets on edge. He then asks a single question to the mermaid.

"Do you work for Dio?" He asks.

The mermaid stiffens in fear. Clutching her sharp rock tighter. She hides deeper in the water and plants.

They all just stare at each other, not know what to do. This time, the silence is broken by the growling of the mermaids stomach.

"Hungry?" Joseph asks.

The mermaid shakes her head, trying to ignore her hunger, buts it's so strong. She's dying to have real food, not the mush Dio had his servants feed her. So, eventually the mermaid agrees and gets a little closer to shore.

"Oh, don't worry. We'll bring the food to you," Polnareff insisted.

The mermaid ducks back into the water. The group returns to their camp, and debate what mermaids eat. Once the figure that out, Kakyoin walks towards the river while holding a bowl of food. He doesn't see the mermaid, so he just leaves the bowl near the river. Walking away, he hear a splash and the clang of the spoon hitting the bowl.

When he turns around, all he sees are a wet bowl and spoon, picked clean. He takes them back to camp and wave to the still river.

He didn't see the bright eyes watching him, nor did he hear the soft mumbling for him to come back. The mermaid wanted to trust him, after all he did give her real food. But land dwellers always have alternative motives for kindness, she learned that from Dio and his minions.

The group keeps thinking about the mermaid they saw, debating if they truly saw a mermaid or if they had made it up.

Eventually they determined they had made it up. The heat, and the fate of Holly on their shoulders was starting to get to them. All unaware of the shiny scale in Kakyoin's pocket. He found the scale in the bowl that night, so he kept it. He doesn't know why but he did.

By the time they reached Dio's mansion, they had practically forgotten about the mermaid, until they walked into a room. They tore the door open and they found, a large fish tank. They were on edge and confused. Why did Dio have a large fish tank in a room by itself. Joseph got closer and saw a label engraved into the plate near the bottom of the tank, Pet it said. Looking inside they saw something move. They all got their Stands ready to fight, only to spot a familiar silhouette.

"The mermaid?" Polnareff asked.

Waping away some dirt from the glass, they did see the mermaid. She looked scared, but almost relived when she saw the group.

"Help" was all she softly said.

The group didn't know what to do, but Jotaro notices how the mermaid kept pointing to something that looked like a hair net. Jotaro picked it up, looks for a way to open the top of the tank, and handed it to the mermaid.

Putting it on her head, she swam to the top of the tank and stuck her head out of the opening.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

So, now the group is faced with the fact that mermaids are real, and one is right in front of them.

Asking questions and being given short word answers gave the group a timeline of events for the mermaid.

She was taken out of the sea by Forever, once his Stand sank she swam up the Nile, and was caught by Dio's minions. The group wanted to help but they didn't know how.

The mermaid pulled herself out of the tank to get a better look at the group.

Jotar was the closes and she reached out to touch his face, however she was wet and a bit scaly so Jotaro made a grunt when she touched her.

She shrunk back into the tank. Jotaro just stood there. Polnareff tried to reassure the mermaid that Jotaro meant no harm. But she never resurfaced.

The group spoke to the mermaid, wanting to know what happened to her.

The mermaid told her story. She had lived in the China Sea all her life, enjoying her freedom. But Dio spotted her and ordered for her to be captured. He offered a spot as his minion but the mermaid refused. Dio had her caught and kept in a tank, being watched over by Forever until she had reached Egypt and Dio's mansion.

Then the group freed her from Forever, as she swam to the Nile. After the group left, Vanilla Ice was tasked to catch her, which is how she ended up here.

The group felt bad, and made the promise to free her as soon as they could. The mermaid smiled and started to climb out of the tank, Joseph was freaking out. Once her tail was out of the water, her tail turned into legs. The mermaid explained the hair net looking thing was a Sea Cap and it let her travel land.

*After Dio's Defeat*

Now free, the mermaid bonded with the group. Kakyoin and Joseph taught her about mondern technology and how to be more social. Jotaro taught her how to fight, Polnareff taught her more social aspects of human life. But the group as a whole helped her learn how to trust land dwellers, after her awful experience. The mermaid was happier with them, but still not to trusting of the people on land. Iggy made it easy for the mermaid to learn and interact with land animals.

Years have now gone by, the mermaid was once again longing for the sea. The Crusaders knew it was for the best, so they bought her a plane ticket to the nearest country that could get her to the China Sea.

Standing in the airport, the Crusaders ready to go home. The mermaid gave them each a necklace, each on had the first and last initial of each Crusader carved into a shell, each having one of her scales and beads of their signature colors.

"That way we can be together, even when we're apart," she says.

She gave them all their necklaces. Avdol's has orange and red beads, Kakyoin's has red and green beads, Polnareff's had silver and pink beads, Iggy's had black and white beads, Joseph's had purple and orange beads, and Jotaro's had purple and black beads. The Crusaders smiled and gave their mermaid friend a hug. They gave her their own gift, a photo album and letters of love.

They all got onto their respective planes and they all went home. Happy, the Crusaders never forgot their mermaid and the mermaid never forgot her human friends.

[moooooolnp]

OKAY GUYS I HAVE A SDC/JJBA AU AND I CANT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD LMK IF ITS WORTH WRITING

TW: mentions of d3ath, mentions of mvrder, and eating raw m3at. Don’t read this if these would trigger you!! Have a lovely day!!

Okay so basically dio awakens 2 years earlier than expected and (for some reason that I will figure out) Jotaros stand won’t awaken until he’s 17. So he sends a couple stand users to kill him and he dies. UNTIL it’s when SDC would start. Instead of having a stand, he is a living corpse and (bc of the nature of his death) has his emo personality. Replacing SP, he is kinda like Sally from the nightmare before Christmas in that he can detach limbs and doesn’t feel pain (at least not in the same way living people would.) If he WANTED (which, considering part 3 Jotaro being stubborn and a contrarian prob wouldn’t on his own fruition) he could eat raw meat/raw food in general (not human flesh) to look alive. I’m also considering giving him this (kinda gross) ability but idk yet. He would be able to bite people (around where their neck and shoulders meet) and look like that person, however, only look like that person in a state of rigor mortis (don’t look it up, it’s a stage of death) and he would have to be mute cus he wouldn’t sound like them. I have stories like this for Kakyoin and Polnareff but not for Avdol and Joseph cus I’m not sure what I should make their traumatic backstory or interesting way of making them gorey creatures. I also don’t think old Joseph being one of them would really make sense in the context of everyone else. Esp cus Holly would be like a mourning mother WHILE being sick AND just now getting her son back and him being in a constant state of being, well, dead. I just think I would keep Joseph the same since there would be stands in this universe ofc. have settled on Polnareff being kinda like Edward schissor hands, and Kakyoin being a full on ghost and making ppl go crazy. I literally just had this idea listening to music today so it’s not rlly developed yet but if it’s worth developing I have it STUCK IN MY BRAIN.

[makiswirl]

chapter 2 of the jotaro fic is up!

“Can’t promise something like that.”

“Try,” his grandfather says. Jotaro’s eyes narrow farther. “Don’t you dare ever make the same mistakes the rest of us have.”

Jotaro just wishes that he could make sense of why the hell everyone wants him to live so badly.

He’s getting awfully tired of making promises that he’s not sure if he can keep.

--

Jotaro goes to Egypt, meets some odd friends, reads about the ocean, and bonds with his grandfather; all while wondering if the price of being loved is really worth the cost.

Word Count: (Ch. 2) - 13,154

Rating: Teen (warnings in second author’s note: ‘suicidal thoughts/ideation, gore, derealisation, mention of periods (transmasc character)’... will tag/warn appropriately as chapters are updated)

Fandom(s): ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure  

[junosartsthetic]

So This Is Christmas. . .

It’s the happiest time of the year! Let’s ruin it with sadness, shall we? Don’t worry, though. Polnareff is there to help you through things. 

Warning(s): SDC spoilers, death mention, angst, ending hinted at being positive but nothing is clear, xmas

--

You stared down, one gloved hand resting on your lover’s shoulder as the other tucked away in your heavy jacket. Wind and snow whisped at your face, nipping your nose. The white bobble on your knit hat swayed gently as your boots turned themselves inward, as if to shield yourself from the cold and emotional scene. Your eyes were blurry with tears—from the wind or your own heartbroken thoughts? You couldn’t tell.

Your companion, knelt down at the delicately carved stone, placed a bouquet of roses gently against the cold surface. He brushed the fallen snow off the words etched into the gray rock, staring at the two names permanently residing there. It broke your heart reading them, and you let out a choked sob, finally joining Jean Pierre as you knelt down and cried. The hand on his shoulder moved to wipe your tears away, but it was no use. You felt his hand grasped yours, and he pulled you against his chest as he rubbed your back gently. 

Salty drops streamed down your face, stinging your chilled features. You buried your face into his chest, shaking your head to wake yourself up from this tragic nightmare. They didn’t deserve to die. It wasn’t fair. It shouldn’t have happened. You promised yourself everyone would come out of it alive. You swore on your life you’d protect them. And look what you’d done? You failed them. They were dead. And you were still alive. Alive for what? To mourn? To spend every waking moment thinking about the last time you saw your friends? To picture their faces as their visages became blurry? 

You glanced out from your spot nestled against Polnareff’s chest, wishing the names staring at you would disappear. Wishing that one of these years they’d return to you. But that was a naive wish to have. Another year over. And they were still gone.

“Are you okay, mon ange?” a deep and calming voice whispered, lips pressing against your head.

“So this is Christmas,” you mumbled, sniffling. “This is what we get every year? An anniversary to mourn over?”

“They wouldn’t want to see us like this,” he replied, voice suddenly hoarse. “You know Avdol would scold us. Iggy would probably bite my hair off if he knew.” 

You let out a gentle laugh. “Probably. . . How’s Jotaro? I’m assuming he visited Kakyoin today.”

Polnareff hummed in confirmation. “He said he was okay. You know him. Always playing the tough guy.”

“Yeah. . . it’s a shame he doesn’t visit us more often. I suppose he’s got his own life to live, though.”

“So do we, you know,” Polnareff noted. He pulled you away from his chest to caress your face, fingers swiping at your wet cheeks. “It’s been 2 years. This guilt that you have. . . the anger and sadness. . . mon ange, it will eat you from the inside out. And it has been.”

You pulled away from him, standing up to brush the snow off the top of the gravestone. “Heat up the car, would you? I just need a few moments alone.” 

Jean thought about reaching out to you, but decided against it, instead doing as you had asked. He too had sadness, but he’d learned during the journey that to hold onto that and let it fester caused nothing but pain. Instead, he turned to helping you, using the memory of his friends as something to honor and uphold. He just hoped you too would find peace.

You glanced up at the snow still falling, watching as each and every flake swayed lower and lower, eventually finding its spot within the white-covered field. “Merry Christmas,” you whispered, looking towards the far away clouds. Three gold shimmers caught your eye, and subtle reflections formed in the high atmosphere. You blinked, and they were gone. A soft smile graced your usually stoic features. “The war is over. Dio is gone. It’s time to be at peace.” You weren’t sure who you were saying those words too, but you supposed it didn’t matter.

With that, your boots crunched in the snow, returning to your lover. You got in, buckling your seatbelt. Polnareff gazed at your features. They looked. . . softer. Peaceful, even. He smiled, leaning to kiss your cheek. “This year will be different. I can feel it,” he said, caressing your cheek. You reached to cup his larger hand.

“Let’s hope it’s a good one, Jean.”

[unkindhands]

He recognizes the green uniform even at a distance. It's been a common enough feature of his life for the past 50 days. Above the neck is harder to recognize. There's a human head but it's in the background amid flashes of familiar red hair. The mass of the gargantuan fleshbud is casting a shadow on his face. It makes Kakyoin's eyes shine bright and red like a stoplight. Reflecting the streetlamps, he thinks. It's making Jotaro's hair stand on end.

[uncaught-coolfish]

Black horns Sienna is fucking batman. She took one look at traumatized adam and immediately projects her trauma and adopts him no questions. And like I already have suspicions for her interactions with ilia lmao. I really like this facet of your characterization of her, where she deeply cares about children and the most vulnerable of the faunus. It pairs with the Great Fire from the last chapter where I get early insight about her cause for the white fang, where she knows the white fang's means of peaceful protests and general existences are met with execution. Ghira doesn't seem to know the extent of what she saw and been through so he's panicking at the world ready to enact violence on the movement. To her, the movement has long since been thrown to the wolves lol. Sienna is so compelling, I can only imagine how nuts it'll be when she dethrones him chapters later.

also adam.. a bby.... he should be wrapped in a blanket and be given his comfort weapon. let him cloudgaze to his hearts content pls omg

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ok calm down OP basically how I wanted to show it was that. Sienna went into this mission with a lot of confidence. She had nothing to lose and even when she’s fighting those guards she lets a guard go off running. But when she sees Adam?

It’s like a switch is flipped. Sienna not only sees almost every bit of inhumane, cruel suffering experienced by her people all put on one boy, so much so that she still “only knew half the story” (a line which will be. VERY relevant in a few chapters), but she sees a chance to try again and save a child, a little boy, after she lost her own ten years earlier. And after that, all that original confidence practically leaves her; and all there can be is rage.

Sienna is such a fucking interesting character to write, just as all the other silly little peeps will be as the fic goes on. And yes on that last thing. Sienna has only known Adam for 3 seconds and if anything else happened to him she would kill everyone in the room and then herself.

thank you for the ask……… 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭wwuUAaAAAAHHHHHHH

[genitalkenobi]

I’m looking for a specific jjba fanfic on ao3…

Jotaro is sent by Dio to kill Kakyoin, but Kakyoin stops him. He can’t immediately de-fleshbud him though, so evil!Jotaro shows up a few times “winter soldier” style before Kakyoin can save him. I know for sure it’s a roleswap au, and there’s a big scene where Kakyoin goes into Jotaro’s consciousness to see that he’s been locked up by Dio’s presence in his mind. I remember it being a major fight scene that ends with Jotaro’s mind being restored to a serene ocean after Dio is ejected. I also think Avdol’s grandmother/mother makes an appearance???? Anyway, it was SUCH an amazing read and I can’t find it anywhere :( I’ve used every tag I can think of!!! I really hope it hasn’t been deleted.

EDIT: thank you @sciencemyfiction I’m literally in love with you💖💖💕💞💘💘💖💕💕💘💕

[signofthestriking]

Please forgive my fucked up attempt to replicate tumblr dms but

A couple kids meet each other online and get to talking. Three years later, they’re hunting for Dragon Balls and training together.

Reblogs are appreciated :3

Yes this is how my OCs canonically met, read about it here lol

[gingernut1314]

do you take requests? if so, could you write something about polnareff and a… thick…? reader who’s self concious about the way she looks and pol reassuring her? idk if this is weird its just something i need to read :(

No Good, Very Bad Day

Polnareff x SDC!GN!Reader

Summary: You've been having a rotten day. A day your insecurities only had begun to make worse. That is until Polnareff comes to your rescue.

Warnings: takes place during part 3 (no spoilers), reader feeling insecure about weight/looks, Polnareff comforting reader, established relationship

Word Count: 1.8K

Song: Only Girl (In The World) Spotify | Youtube

A/N: So....my requests are actually closed but.....but it's my husband...I...I couldn't say no....how do you expect me to say no to him?? You can't--oops I'm just a girly 🤷‍♀️ (Also I hope you like this--I'm not sure how much I liked how it came out....so I might redo it/do another fic eventually--AH Also I just realized you asked for a female reader and I gave you Gender neutral sorryyyy 😭)

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The day had been horrible. 

The morning had started off with an attack from an enemy Stand User, who beat the ever-living crap out of your all. You all went to lunch to try and remedy the horrible start, but you had spilled yours over the ground. And then, as you were finding a hotel for the night, you managed to trip so bad you almost knocked Kakyoin into a foul-smelling canal.

And then--oh then there was the matter of you feeling just so horribly insecure the whole day. Not only had your legs decided to stop working properly, but also because your shirt felt too tight around your body. A shirt you picked and pulled and tugged at to keep it from showing off too much of your body to the world. A world you couldn’t help but think was looking at you and judging. 

It didn’t help when a stunningly beautiful person came up to the group to flirt with Polnareff. Polnareff who was your partner. But the Frenchman was too nice and hadn’t said a word to shoo them off until Jotaro snapped at them to get hell out of there because they’re voice was grating on his last nerves. 

They were a person you couldn’t help but feel--envious of because, not only were they beautiful, but they were slim--near stick thin. It was a green emotion you hated to feel towards another person but when they were flirting with Polnareff like that you couldn’t help it and it made you feel just so much worse. 

And the cherry on top of your terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day was when you caught the last bit of a conversion the group was having about you. 

“They are a liability.” Is what Jotaro had gruffed to the other Crusaders before Polnareff found you making your way back over. His frown had turned into a bright smile and he greeted you happily, as if trying to distract you from the fact they had been talking about you. He placed sweet kisses on either of your cheeks before snagging the key to your shared room from Mr. Joestar’s hand and guiding you away.

And now you couldn’t find anything to wear for dinner. Nothing seemed to be looking the way it usually did. Everything seemed to point out your curves in a way that just had your anxieties and insecurities increase. 

You stood in front of the full-length mirror in your hotel room, yanking at the fabric of the newest outfit you had thrown. Tears burned at your eyes as you tried your hardest to calm down and to just go with it but after all of the day's hardships, you couldn’t help it. 

“Andddd perfection!” You heard Polnareff cheer from within the bathroom. He had been working on his hair for just as long as you had been struggling to find an outfit, a wait you were used to when it came to him and his hair. “What do you think?” He asked, coming out of the bathroom to stand behind you. He struck a pose in the mirror that only made his muscles look all the more powerful--though that cheesy, goofy grin of his only made him look like the lovable doofus he was. 

“Uh--yeah.” You managed to get out past the tightening of your throat. You tugged again at your clothes, trying to hide yourself from him. 

A liability. 

What if he thinks so too?

What if he thinks you're too big? What if he doesn’t like you anymore? What if he takes one look at you and decides he doesn’t like what he sees?

What if, what if, what if?

A warm hand gently grabbed your shoulder, pulling you from your endless stream of negative thoughts. Your eyes were blurred as you tried to refocus them, but as you blinked you couldn’t help their escape down your cheeks. 

“What's wrong, mon ange?” Polnareff asked as he guided you to turn to face him. He bent down, those gray eyes looking directly into your own. Eyes just full of so much worry and concern for you. Eyes that told you he was more than ready to defend you against whatever was upsetting you and it only made your heart twist more painfully in your chest. 

He was too good for you. Too handsome and too kind and too--too him and you were just you. 

“Am--am I a liability?” You managed to get out wobbly. Polnareff’s eyes hardened the slightest bit at the question.

“You--heard that?” More tears fell from your eyes then, your hands grabbing for your outfit again, trying to keep it off your skin. 

Too tight, too tight. 

“Is--Is it because I’m like this? I’m not--I’m not as fit as you all--and--I just drag you all down and you could have anyone--be with someone thinner and nothing fits me. Everything’s going to shit a-and--” Polnareff brought a hand up to cover your mouth and stopped your constant negativity against yourself. 

“Stop that. Stop that right now.” He all but commanded, his voice stern. A sob bubbled up out of your throat you couldn’t find the will to stop. “Be with someone else?” His voice shifted then. Shifted softer--almost like he was hurt by your words. “I could never do better than you, mon ange. Never. I do not care what you look like. That doesn’t matter to me at all.” 

Pity. He was just pitting--

“Hey--hey stop that,” Polnareff said, caughting you before you could spiral downward again. “You are perfect. Your beauty is more perfect than words can describe--it's a beauty only art could ever hope to capture.” And he looked so sincere. A sincerity that was only confirmed by the look in his eyes that only true feeling could replicate. You shakily moved his hand from your mouth.

“But--what about that person? Wouldn’t you rather be with them?” Polnareff shook his head, his hand moved so that he could rub soothing circles into your wet cheek. A touch you instantly lean into. 

“Never. I want you. I only want to be with you. You get me like no other could.” Polnareff said, leaning closer. That smile you loved beyond anything you’ve ever loved pulled to his lips then. “Who else would go searching every shop in the city without rest until they found my brand of hair gel?” You huffed in amusement, the ache in your chest slowly beginning to ease.

“Your hair just doesn’t like other brands.” Polnareff chuckled as he cupped your face in his hands. He pulled closer and placed the softest and sweetest kiss on your forehead. A kiss that made your belly flutter and your heart begin to stutter in your chest. 

“See. You get me.” That smile of his never once faltered and his eyes never once left your own. 

“And about what you overhead,” Your heart dropped at its remention. “It wasn’t what you think. It has nothing to do with your looks and everything to do with the fact that you nearly knocked poor Kakyoin into the canal today…” You cringed a little bit at the memory, feeling all to bad for the boy. He had been so sweet about it, but had Star Platinum not caught him he would have nose-dived into the grimy water. 

“....and how you nearly knocked Jotaro into a busy street the other day…and how you dragged Mr. Joestar with you into a pitch…and knocked Avdol into a street lamp…oh and when you stepped on Iggy, though, he deserved that, the demon.” Polnareff hissed at the mention of the dog. It only made you huff in amusement at his rivalry with the animal, who hadn’t caused you too much trouble. 

“If they didn’t know better, they would think you are trying to kill them.” He said, with a chuckle, gray eyes scanning over your features. “You aren’t some enemy Stand User I have to defeat, right?” You rolled your eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. It only made the Frenchman laugh again, his hands grabbing for your wrists to pull you right back in. 

“If they keep getting in my way I might just switch sides.” You teased. Polnareff’s laugh only grew harder. A laugh that shook through your very soul. One so cheery and bright and never failed to brighten your own mood.

“Joatro is just blunt in his words, you know this.” You nodded, thinking about all the times he had cursed at you or told you to shut up. “No one truly thinks you're a liability and it absolutely has nothing to do with your weight. I need you to know that.” He said, beginning to caress the inside of your wrists in a way that made you feel so cared for. Loved and accepted. “And mon ange--you look so breathtaking tonight. A perfect choice in outfit.” You felt your body begin to heat in your growing flusteredness. 

“O-oh--thank--”

“The only better option would be if you were to go in your birthday suit.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a mischievous gleam in his eyes. 

His hands began moving from up your arms and over your shoulder, making their way down your back in a way that made a shiver rush down your spine. His hands continued their journey down your back until they grabbed hold of your waist, giving your hips a tight squeeze as he yanked you forward swiftly. A yelp fell from your lips as you braced your hands on his broad chest to keep yourself from crashing into its near brick wall-like solidness. 

“Pol--” You started but him leaning down to brush his nose against you had your words dying in your throat. 

“Maybe we should skip dinner altogether, hum? Please, mon coeur? Let’s just stay in and you could model that suit--” You cut him off with a sharp swat of his hands and a push to keep him away because the longer you stayed in his grasp the more your heart felt like it would beat right out of your body. The more you thought you were going to burn alive and fall into a pile of ash at his feet. 

“Get out of here. Of course, we are going to dinner.” You all but breathed in your flusteredness, smoothing a hand over your clothes. 

“But, mon ange, please--” He started, his eyes growing into those big puppy dog eyes you had never once been able to say no to. You were quick to look away from their power, grabbing for your shoes to keep yourself on track.

“No. You were just complaining about how hungry you were.” You huffed, yanking on one of your shoes.

“But, but--I would rather starve then--” 

“Come on.” You insisted, pulling on your last shoes before you glanced back to him. He was pouting dramatically like that might change your mind. “If you behave…maybe when we get back.” Polnareff was quick to perk up at this, all but jumping to grab hold of your hand and pull you out of your hotel room. 

“I am always on my best behavior.” Polnareff declared proudly. You only chuckled, linking your arm around his and holding him close.

“Sure, love.” You chuckled.

[legobatjoker]

btw omg okay dont wanna say remembered bc its not smth i forgor abt ofc but last night i did suddenly have a moment of omg world aint ready. bc omg world aint ready !! actually one thing tht made me remember is that i never listened to shake the sheets fr bc i wanted it to be the thing of u imagine ur fave song in tht scene like u said so didnt listen to it when i first read the fic and then i forgor to right after so i listened to it just now and it is a p good song id say !! altho one thing abt me is that i was nott imagining any song i liked as the song mentioned throught the fic 😭 part of it is tht the authors notes did set it was set aroubd 2005/2006and ik they also said u can imagine it being set later if you wnat but i allso literally cldnt do that even when i was trying to so yk my songs releaased before 2006 knowledge is not that great also its kinda funny that the fics like imagine ur fave song here !! but then it is nott vauge enough with its descriptions that u can do that FGHGDHD also . not that there would rly be one that wld fit the descriptions of the song in the fic . esp one (esp since ithink there are actually none released before two months before prom in 2006) that was released early enough . but if you give me an empty space and say put ur fave little belvoedest song here . im going to pick a taylor song. and the tihng abt that is that i literallyyy cant do that i cannot do that. and not bc its embarrassing even or w/e (its actually sm worse than just being normal embarrassed) its like. okay this insane but one thing abt me which is so bad and need to work on but one thing abt me is until proven otherwise i feel like literally every person ever wants to/will wnat to push into active traffic for liking taylor swift. and i literally wasnt even thinking it wld be that bad with a fucking fanfiction becuase its a fucking fanfiction before i got ot that point like i thought i was gonna be able to relate a taylor song to it and yet it appears this complex does also appy to literal characters in a fanfic so i was reading the fic and trying to put any song that i like (ignoring or trying to the like songs being released when it was set issue even) and that would fit for the song in the fic but i was trying to like thing of songs i liked including taylor songs but whenever i thought of some any taylor song first of they wldnt fit lol but also id feel so like. omg the characters l would want to push me into traffic if they knew i was associating a taylor swift song here. the author also probably. everyone else reading this fic also aswell (other than u !!) even tho i ltierally wld not judge anyone else at all for associating a taylor song there infact id think that was soso slay i was so in my head abt the very like. fabric of the fanfic judging me abt it i cldnt do it and gave up associating a song there while also not even knowing the author was thinking of 👍🏽 but also !! idk if iv asked u but i am curious abt what song you like had in mind reading the fic love? :0 bc i do think it is rly cool in theory to have a fic where u imagine a song u rly like as the song the character love but unfortunatly i am too insane for that both in not having a song that fits the specifc standards in mind and also just having smth wrong with me. but i rly do wanna hear the song u associated with it !!!

the war song of all time is<3 well it is miss americana<3

[gncgang]

It was all up to him, he thought as he kept his eyes closed and pulled his arm back. Up to him, he thought as he reached for something deep inside him and the star on his shoulder throbbed, telling him, now, now. Up to him, he thought as something older inside him woke up.

 His fist opened. Star Platinum caught The World’s leg. His stomach growled.

 The blood in Jotaro’s eyes was gone, and he could taste iron.

Another fic set in @goatpaste‘s Pillar Fam AU!!! based on THIS lovely art that i want to eat every time i look at it

[heatwa-ves]

thinking about post sdc again

[makiswirl]

what is UP my guys new multichapter parts 3-6 jotaro kujo character study lore fic just dropped

“...Jotaro,” his mother asks eventually, strained, after a few minutes of silence. “Is… there something happening at school that I don’t know about?”

Jotaro's thumb grazes over his knuckles, still bruised from last week. He's not entirely sure what to tell her. He doesn’t want to be a burden. Even if he told her, he thinks, she wouldn’t be able to do much at all.

He assumes that what’s actually been happening will die down after today regardless.

“No,” he finally decides. “Nothing’s wrong, Mom. I’m alright.”

-- Jotaro’s life had already been messy before Egypt, to an extent. It certainly only makes sense that it’d get worse afterwards. It just wasn't really in a way that he would've considered normal prior to it.

Not that it’s anyone’s fault, he thinks, but his own.

Word Count: (Ch. 1) - 4,498

Rating: Teen (warnings in first author’s note: ‘suicidal thoughts/tendencies, racism, harassment, violence, implied mention of SA/pedophilia (on minor character). will tag/warn appropriately as chapters are updated’)

Fandom(s): ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure