Hello! If your requests are open could I request some jojo headcanons :)
Something like Hazamada, Oingo, Pesci, Wammu and Avdol meeting their soulmate in a soulmate AU (of your choosing, and If you're comfortable writing that)
Also feel free to pick and choose characters. I know it's a bit of a strange (and long) list, and I totally get if you're not interested in writing for some of the them. I've just got a soft spot for weird, funky side villains 😔🤚 and Avdol
I certainly do have a thing for funky side villains, as well. And Avdol. However, I wrote the entire Hazamada story in a fit of inspiration then forgot about this draft for three to six or so months. Also, I had already written three paragraphs before I realized you said headcanons, so I hope this is okay instead.
Another walk today. When I’m bored, I take a walk around the city. There’s always something new to see in this maze of a city. There’s always something new to see when I look at my arm, as well. You know, around my age, more and more people are starting to find their soulmates. Guess it’s that high school romance cliche coming to life. Looking down at my arm, I see the writing begin to form, ‘Hey, dude, what’s 82x6 again?’. This encourages a sigh, but regardless, I take out my calligraphy pen and reply, ‘What’s 80x6+2x6?’. Shortly thereafter, I see, ‘Come on, don’t play with me like that, please just tell me.’ Agitated, I say out loud, “My soulmate’d better not be a damn 3rd grader!” but I then realize the position I’m in. Angrily shouting into my arm in a park full of people. Some are looking at me like I’m a lunatic. Don’t they know what it’s like to have a soulmate who pisses you off without showing their face? Grumbling, I write, ‘492,’ and walk off with my head low, pulling the collar of my shirt above my neck in embarrassment.
Before I know it, the day’s over. I head home and carry out my nightly routine. Getting into bed, I can’t help but wonder what my soulmate must look like. He seems to be the more quirky and quiet type. Obviously not the most popular, as he’s expressed his distaste for those who are time and time again. Especially my friend, Josuke. I suppose these two aspects ensure that he must be physically close to me somehow. 1. Quiet and unpopular, so I most likely just haven’t noticed him yet. 2. Dislikes Josuke in particular, who he probably wouldn’t know if he wasn’t in at least the same city as us. However, I’m not sure what his face and body are like. Well, I couldn’t possibly know for sure, so I suppose there’s no need pondering it. I close my eyes, and after a while, I’m out for the night.
You know what even going to bed on time can’t change? How damn annoying having to get up in the morning is. This bed is too comfortable for that, but unfortunately, school looms over sleep in regards to importance. After a few more moments, I get up. Gazing at my clock, I sigh, having gotten up 20 full minutes in advance. Well, at least it’s not 20 minutes after I’m supposed to. Today must be “lucky” or something because I didn’t have trouble getting my ass up. I’ll just have to see how things end up later today.
The hours go by surprisingly fast, for something so boring. At lunchtime, I decide to hang out with Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi. As per usual. This time, however, Koichi said he was bringing someone along. Hazamada was his name. At first, it seemed quite awkward, as meeting new people tends to be, but soon it wasn’t so tense as we conversed about the manga we both like. He soon asks me what I think about Sailor Moon, to which I reply, “I liked it more when I was younger. It’s nostalgic, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t really find it to be at my age level anymore,”. This seems to upset him a little, but we simply move on in the conversation.
Before I know it, lunch is over. The rest and I go in opposite directions, save for Hazamada, who apparently goes to a class close to mine. Faster than my mind can handle, he kicks me against the wall. He crosses his arms as a… holy shit, a clone of me walks up next to him?! “What business do you have talking shit about the likes of Sailor Moon?” He asks me in aggravation. “What?” “Don’t play coy, you bastard! You called Sailor Moon childish!” He spits at me, arms flinging to his sides. I calmly reply to him, “I wasn’t ‘talking shit,’ I was simply saying it seems a bit below my age level.”
For reasons unknown, I go suddenly stiff. I can’t move a muscle. Hazamada pulls up his sleeve and gazes casually and half-lidded at his wrist as I take out my calligraphy pen against my will and aim it at my face, the clone perfectly reflecting my movements, minus holding an actual pen. I’m staring right down its nose as it slowly nears my eye. I then glance at Hazamada’s wrist to see what he was looking at. Just then, I realize exactly who is standing in front of me. With no time to lose, I exclaim, “Wait! The writing on your arm, it’s that of a fountain pen, yes? Like the one approaching my eye!”. “Your point?” He asks, redirecting his gaze to a skeptical stare right at me. “My point is,” I begin, taking a breath in, “that you should check my wrist.” The pen thankfully stops inching towards my face, and I instead reach down and pull back my sleeve. Lacking proper motor control, of course. My wrist beholds the exact same words on his, handwriting and all.
His eyes widen while my expression simply softens. His head turns slightly and he sighs with a crude tone then says, “er… sorry. I suppose I lashed out without considering the repercussions. Besides, you still like Sailor Moon, right?”. I laugh and nod, finally able to move again, “Right.” Flushed, he faces me once again and offers, “Do you want to chill out at a comic book store or something later? We got off on the wrong foot, I owe it to ya.” To this I agree, and the so-called clone forms into a wooden figure as I put my pen away. “By the way, can you explain that doll-thing to me when we meet up later?” I ask, still quite bewildered about what almost went down. “Haha, yeah, will do.”
The first words they, your soulmate, say to you are written on your arm.
“Will you please join us?”
That’s what is written on my arm. Reading over it now, I chuckle, as it reminds me of when I first met my uncle, Joseph, 19 years ago. I was 10 at the time, and somehow, he was 50. We aren’t blood relatives, as my father was simply his close friend in their youth. My mother was a date of this friend’s for a short period of time, and I’m the result of that. I’m not sure how, but she managed to get some information about my father long after their separation. As it turns out, he had passed away within a month of my being conceived, and his close friend, my “uncle,” had a child by the time my mother caught wind of him. Her name was Holly, and at this point in time, she was 23. A lot to unload at once, I know.
My life story aside, I noticed something about my so-called uncle pretty quickly. He was a total riot. My 10 year old self was cracking up. Holly could tell I really got a kick out of him as well. She cooked some Japanese dish for us and it was positively scrumptious. After dinner, I showed Uncle JoJo the quote on my forearm, and he joked about it with me. He told me there were monsters that say just what was on my arm, so there was a big chance one of those monsters were my soulmate. The thought shook me a little, but I giggled and feigned bravery. Looking back on it, I was really quite foolish. That said, this memory is among the fondest of mine. The fact that I still haven’t met my soulmate makes me feel rather gloomy, though. Maybe a monster would be easier to pursue.
While I was off day-dreaming about the past, the telephone went off in the other room without my knowing. After a few more moments of thinking to myself, I was finally brought back to reality by the rambunctious ringing of the phone, and got up to answer it. I couldn’t help but stand and stare at it, hoping it would just stop ringing. Over time, I began to resent that damn thing. Why not just send a letter? Why not just drop by in person? Why…Plummeting into my thoughts, I subconsciously began to shake. I am so lonely. So cold. I shut my eyes tight to hide from the bright colors all around, flung my arms around myself, and bent my knees as my back and neck arched forward, but once my body’s vibrations got wild enough, I was brought out of my thoughts once again. I shifted speedily forward with my dominant hand ahead and seized the device, bringing it up to my skull so fast I hit myself with it, throwing my other hand out in front of me and grabbing on tight to the station my telephone rested on with a swift, messy move. I then sung in an artificially confident voice, “Who’s calling?”
I was soon greeted by a delightfully familiar and joyful voice, “My dear Y/n!” My smile grew real as I heard my uncle’s voice. He and Holly make me happier than anything in the world. “You sure took your time on that thing,” Uncle JoJo remarked. “Sorry, sorry! But- I haven’t heard from you in a year, Joseph! I just gotta know how you’ve been,” I call out stamping at the ground and grinning in elation. “I’ve been just peachy! I assume the same for you, ya ball of giggles. I almost forgot! I need you to meet me at the Café a block or so West of your place. It’s a matter concerning your cousin, Holly… and your nephew, Jotaro. Get here quick! Bye bye!” And just like that, the hang-up beep blares into my ear, jabbing at my eardrum. Well, at least I won’t be alone.
After throwing on a clean outfit, I went out the door and trudged gingerly on down the block, humming a tune to pass the time. My bad posture shows itself now more than ever, especially when people look my way. It’s been a while since I’ve been out of the house. “Ah, there it is,” I say upon arriving at the Café before bending my elbow over in front of my face, brought forward by an outstretched neck now displaying an unnerving patch of rash, to cough a bit, shoving my hands back into my steep pockets, then heading in. After gazing around for a moment, I find my uncle, my nephew, and two people entirely new to me. Taking a seat, I greet everyone and apologize for my tardiness. Jotaro looks at me with his signature cold and unmoving expression and says with a dull tone, “You smell like a hospital, Y/n.” I sigh and smile as his friend in green lightly hits his arm and looks him in the eyes while the man in red-orange dips his head down and smirks at their antics. Uncle Joseph pats my shoulder and begins to speak;
“You already know about stands, but what you haven’t yet heard about is how my beloved daughter, Holly, has fallen ill. She appears to have developed a stand:- one which she cannot control. It has done her much harm in the past few days. What hurts me most is that she tried to hide it from us. DIO’s curse upon our family most definitely plays a big part in this situation. On the other hand, Jotaro here has developed a stand of his own as well. A powerful and precise one at that. Thanks to this newfound ability, we have freed this gentleman, Kakyoin,” he signals to the boy in green with his mechanical hands, “from the reigns of DIO’s mind tricks.” This ‘Kakyoin’ bows slightly and beams and gratitude. Uncle Joseph then points the front edge of the crown of his greyed head at the other man momentarily and continues, “Avdol here has almost fell victim to DIO himself, but he narrowly evaded the situation, courtesy of his impeccable wit. And thanks to my stand’s spirit photography and Jotaro’s stand’s sharp eye, we have deduced that the bastard we’re after is located in Egypt. Your stand may very likely help us reach and put and end to him quite quickly. Are you willing to join us?”
Pausing for a moment, mouth agape, I shiver. “Are we really so sure that I can help in this situation?” I begin, but am interrupted by Avdol. “Will you please join us?” I mean to continue, but I pause once more. Sheepishly turning my face toward him, I begin to grin:- awkwardly, yet sincerely. “Looks like I have no choice,” I say in glee, subtly shifting back and forth in my seat. I reach for my sleeve, but he grabs my arm and smiles, forming a deep connection between us with our eyes. His are so beautiful, so hypnotic, so… warm. We both begin to lean forward, slowly but surely. The closer I get, the less lonely I feel. Close, closer, and closer still, until…
“Good grief. Get a room.”
Quickly turning to face my nephew, I freeze in place, then sit back down in my seat, letting go of my sleeve and sliding my hands together to appear more casual, even though I knew it was a bit late for that. Avdol takes his seat more calmly, but looking closely, very mild traces of shame may be found. “I apologize for my public deviance,” the gorgeous soul before me says. “Relax, Jotaro, Y/n just found their soulmate!” Kakyoin calls over in a friendly tone. I laugh, but lock eyes with that living beacon of warmth again. His expression has my mind positively overrun.
After we exit the joint, and Jotaro earns a name for his stand, I talk to Avdol in private.
“May I see your forearm?”
“Of course,” he replies, dragging up his sleeve. It says…
I scoff lightly. What a simple first thing to hear someone so significant say.
“I predicted I would meet an important figure today.”
Looking back up at him with my hands on his arm, I reply, “Mr. Dumont told me he knew I’d meet you today.”
“Oh? Who is Mr. Dumont?” Avdol asks me in genuine curiosity as I let go of his arm and turn away. I begin walking, but stop in my tracks. Turning to the side, I smile tamely and say, “Him? He’s my caretaker.”
End of story note: my cousin thought I said
“I bent my uncle over my face and saw a giant passion rash”
