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Phantom Blood:

˙⋆✮ Dio Brando x Reader (Part 1).

˙⋆✮ Dio Brando x Reader (Part 2).

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Battle Tendency:

˙⋆✮ Joseph and Caesar x badass!Reader hcs.

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Stardust Crusaders:

˙⋆✮ Noriaki Kakyoin relationship hcs.

˙⋆✮ Noriaki Kakyoin hcs part 2.

˙⋆✮ Stardust Crusaders x Reader text messages.

˙⋆✮ Mohammed Avdol relationship hcs.

˙⋆✮ Jotaro Kujo x Reader during an art project.

˙⋆✮ Jotaro Kujo x an oblivious Reader and Stand.

˙⋆✮ Mariah x nb!Reader spoiling her.

˙⋆✮ Jotaro Kujo x Kakyoins sister.

˙⋆✮ Jotaro Kujo x Reader (College!au).

˙⋆✮ Polnareff x an oblivious Reader and Stand.

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Diamonds Are Unbreakable:

˙⋆✮ Josuke Higashikata x Reader getting caught by joseph.

˙⋆✮ Josuke Higashikata x Reader who fell first, but he fell harder.

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Golden Wind:

˙⋆✮ Giorno Giovanna x Reader who sees ghosts.

˙⋆✮ Bucci Gang x Reader revealing their cute stand (using the same ghost stand).

˙⋆✮ Bucci Gang x Reader who nullifies others stands.

˙⋆✮ Leon Abbachio relationship hcs.

˙⋆✮ Bruno Bucciarati + Bucci Gang x Reader.

˙⋆✮ Narancia x Trish relationship hcs.

˙⋆✮ Giorno Giovanna relationship hcs (Part 1).

˙⋆✮ Giorno Giovanna relationship hcs (Part 2).

˙⋆✮ Bucci Gang x Reader whose stand controls gravity.

˙⋆✮ Father!Fugo x Mother!Reader.

˙⋆✮ Bucci Gang x Reader with a secret admirer.

˙⋆✮ Giorno Giovanna SFW alphabet.

˙⋆✮ Giorno Giovanna x fashion student (Reader).

˙⋆✮ Bruno Bucciarati x Reader.

˙⋆✮ Bucci gang feeling ashamed of their crush on Reader.

˙⋆✮ Bucci gang x Miwako personality!Reader.

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Stone Ocean:

nothing yet:(

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Steel Ball Run:

˙⋆✮ Johnny Joestar x Reader.

˙⋆✮ Father!Gyro x Daughter!Reader.

˙⋆✮ Gyro Zeppeli SFW alphabet.

˙⋆✮ Johnny and Gyro hcs over reader smudging their lipstick.

˙⋆✮ Enemies doctor!Gyro Zeppeli x doctor!Reader (NSFW).

˙⋆✮ Diego Brando x rival!Reader.

˙⋆✮ Diego Brando x taller male!Reader.

˙⋆✮ Diego Brando x Reader.

˙⋆✮ Johnny & Gyro x child!Reader.

˙⋆✮ Diego Brando x Reader (NSFW).

˙⋆✮ SBR characters x riding partner!Reader.

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Multiple Characters:

˙⋆✮ Joestars reacting to their initial on your nail.

˙⋆✮ Bucciarati, Rohan, Johnny and Gyro husband hcs.

˙⋆✮ Villains x Reader fixing them/not fixing them.

˙⋆✮ Caesar, Kakyoin and Rohan x diva!reader.

˙⋆✮ Josuke(4), Giorno and Narancia x nerdy!Reader.

˙⋆✮ Rohan & Doppio x McBling!Reader.

˙⋆✮ Villians x Reader with cute smile.

˙⋆✮ Joestars x blind!Reader.

you’ve only known one parental figure in your life, and that’s your brother- leone abbacchio. you’d only ever been co-dependent on him, since at a young age you understood that there’s only so much that he can do for you, not being all that much older than you.

you were use to seeing him every day, following his orders whilst he was working, and staying on your best behaviour for him.

yet now, leone abbacchio hadn’t seen you in five years.

five years since he’d walked out of your apartment with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, and a look on his face that said he wasn’t coming back.

you’d been ten. old enough to understand he was leaving, but young enough to wait by the window for weeks afterward anyway. you managed to get along fine without him, despite it taking some time to adapt, but by the time you were just 12 years old you’d become fully independent.

at first you’d hated him. then you missed him. then you convinced yourself you didn’t care. that lie lasted until you saw him again.

“you’re kidding.” abbacchio stared across the room at the newest recruit standing beside bucciarati. you.

a little taller than he remembered. older. sharper around the edges. but definitely you. the same eyes, that stubborn expression. and judging by the way you froze when you spotted him, you recognised him too.

for several seconds neither of you spoke. then, you whispered, “…you’re alive”, but mainly to yourself than anyone else. of all the things he expected you to say, that wasn’t one of them.

your face twisted. “oh yea, nice to see you too, leone.” you spat after only being met by silence, the feeling in your stomach worsening by the fact that your very own brother hadn’t even been happy to see you.

nobody in the room missed the fact that you’d used his first name. not “abbacchio”, just leone, like he was a stranger.

some while later, after introductions had ended, abbacchio cornered bucciarati.

“what the hell are they doing here?” he spat, pushing bucciarati by the collar, who remained annoyingly calm.

“they joined willingly.” he hummed.

“they’re only fourteen.” abbachio replied through gritted teeth.

“fifteen, actually.” bruno corrected him.

“that doesn’t make it better!” he replied, roughly pushing his anger out through bruno’s shoulders, aiming him directly into the wall behind him. bucciarati only raised an eyebrow.

“they never mentioned being related to you.”

abbacchio cursed under his breath. of course you hadn’t. why would you? as far as you were concerned, he wasn’t family anymore, never even knew he was in the passione.

abbacchio pinched the bridge of his nose, but bruno didn’t give up. “you mean, you think i didn’t notice?” he scoffed. “you’re lucky the rest of the group are as passive as a fly. the colour drained from your face, they only used your first name, they were surprised to see you alive. i think i know long-lost siblings when i see them.” he tutted, but abbachio had now fully closed in on himself.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he mumbled, turning away from bruno, but was abruptly stopped.

“of course you don’t. just tell me, how long?” bruno took a more friendly approach now, never having seen his closest friend this distressed in a while.

“5 years.” abbachio mumbled behind his back, before fully leaving the scene this time.

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you found him on the balcony that night. the city lights glittered below, the frequent honking of cars blaring into the sky.

abbacchio didn’t turn around when you approached, instead, he waited until you were stood directly next to him, for him to firmly grip your arm.

“you shouldn’t be here. it’s dangerous, and you are not cut out for it.”

you laughed bitterly, amused by his sudden need to be responsible of you. “funny. that’s exactly what i thought when i saw you.”

he sighed, but the panic was evident by the way his arm that wrapped around you shook. “you should’ve stayed away from passione.” he shook his head, disappointed in you.. and mainly himself.

“and done what?” you snapped, knowing that both of you had experienced what you use to live like.

he finally looked at you, but the answer died in his throat, because he knew. the apartment had been falling apart even before he’d left. endless bills, debt, neighbourhood trouble.

it was a life with no parents, just two kids trying to survive.

that was until one eventually ran, causing the other to get left behind.

“so, you don’t get to tell me what i should’ve done.” your jaw tightened as the words came out.

“i-i was trying to protect you.” he mumbled, but the words sounded ridiculous the second they left his mouth.

you stared at him, then actually laughed. “what? by abandoning me?”

abbacchio flinched, only a tiny reaction, one that most people would’ve missed. but you didn’t. because you knew him, knew how his reflexes acted when being put under pressure.

with a final dismissive comment breathed out under your breath, more for your own satisfaction, you slammed the door of the balcony shut on your way out.

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the next few weeks of being in the gang.. were awkward. nobody else truly understood why.

narancia thought it was hilarious, loving the way that you would both freeze up when he suggested that you and abbachio should go on a mission together. you, wanted nothing to do with him. and he, was just about willing to put up with your stubbornness if it meant he could keep an eye on you during missions.

mista kept trying to force the two of you into conversations, but thankfully fugo wisely stayed out of it.

and abbacchio? became absoloutley unbearable.

“where are you going?” he demanded, one of the only few things he’d ask you.

“out.” you mumbled, chucking some things into a bag.

“no.”

“what do you mean, no?” you scoffed, “you’re just acting childish.”

“it means no.” he retorted, already off his seat.

“you aren’t my dad.” you sarcastically smile at him, pushing past him and heading out through the door.

“i know. unfortunately.” he replied, and you so nearly threw a shoe at him.

“i think i recall you having that chance once, and oops! yea! you fucked it. cya!” you shouted back at him, happily skipping to the exact place he told you not to go.

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the worst part wasn’t that he was controlling, but that he watched over you constantly. every mission, meeting, if somebody looked at you wrong. at first you thought it was annoying, like he was trying to force back memories of the old you if he remembered the details of your face well enough.

then one night when things went wrong, a deal having had turned into an ambush, you finally understood why he always kept an eye on you.

rough and constant gunshots echoed through an alley. people shouted and hid, but you ran, exactly as instructed.

your stand was still weak, causing one of the attackers to catch up. whilst you were fast and nimble, today you quite clearly were not fast enough.

the enemy grabbed your arm through it’s stand, its immense power exploding pain through your shoulder, making it feel like all off the bones were being twisted into knots.

you barely had time to react, when the man’s face smashed into a wall with an immense force.

abbacchio stood over him, breathing heavily with the kind of ferociousness that made people back away, thinking he was the evil one. the attacker didn’t get back up.

“are you hurt?” he said quickly, dropping to one knee so he could inspect you better.

you blinked, hard. “what?”

“are, you, hurt?” his voice suddenly sounded strained. you don’t recall ever having heard panic from him before.

“i-i’m fine now.” you said, confused as you pulled yourself up.

“you don’t look fine.”

“it’s just my shoulder.. but it stopped hurting once he let go.” you mumbled, but abbacchio still grabbed your arm carefully as he was checking for injuries.

for one strange second he looked exactly like the older brother you remembered. the one who used to patch scraped knees, who made sure you got home from school safely. the brother from before everything fell apart.

then the moment vanished, his expression hardening again. “you’re reckless. i told you you didn’t belong here.”

you stared at him, then the anger returned. “me? you’re calling me reckless!?”

“i’m serious. you wouldn’t have hurt yourself if you weren’t here.” he grumbles, trying to walk off, as usual.

“nonono, let’s talk about reckless.” you scoff, your voice echoing throughout the alley. “who leaves their ten-year-old sibling alone? with no job, no carer, not even a fucking goodbye note?!” abbacchio froze, and you immediately regretted saying it that harshly. not because it wasn’t true, but because of the look on his face.

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the argument continued back at headquarters, years of resentment spilled out all at once, loud enough for the rest of the gang to finally realise what’s been going on the past few weeks.

every birthday he’d missed, every holiday, every night you’d wondered if he was dead, every lie you’d told yourself about not caring.

abbacchio listened. he didn’t interrupt you, he didn’t defend himself, he just listened to how you felt. when you had finally ran out of things to yell about, the room fell silent.

his eyes stayed fixed on the floor. “do you think i don’t know?”

you frowned, his voice sounded rough.. but in a tired and defeated way.

“i know what i did.” he replied, neither of you moved, as abbacchio laughed a generic hollow sound. “when i left, i thought i’d come back.”

your anger faltered for the first time tonight.

“i thought it would just be temporary.” his hands clenched at his sides.

“we were broke. desperate. i was angry at everything.” he stared at the wall, “then i got deeper into things..”

you knew what he meant. deeper into the passione, into a life he couldn’t escape.

“i kept telling myself i’d return once i had enough money. once things were stable.” his smile became more bitter as he spoke, “then months became years. there’s no escape here.”

for the first time since reuniting, he looked genuinely ashamed. he was no longer annoyed or cold with you, just ashamed by the way he’d abandoned you so young.

“and after a while…” he continued quietly, “i didn’t know how to face you.”

the confession hit harder than you expected, because it sounded honest. maybe it was the slight tear that ran down his face, or the fact that he’d finally realised what he’d done, but you didn’t argue back. you just left him alone, not wanting to pressure him any further.

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after that, things didn’t magically get better. this wasn’t one of those stories. you didn’t suddenly forgive him and he didn’t suddenly become affectionate.

you still argued, constantly and loudly. but little things changed. he started leaving food aside for you when missions ran late, and you started waiting up for him when he disappeared overnight.

he complained every single time you got injured, and you secretly began to find it reassuring. although neither of you admitted that part or made it seem obvious.

one evening, narancia wandered into the common room and stopped.

“whoa!” he pelted, causing both of you to look up from the couch. narancia just pointed like he was in the zoo.

“you guys are doing like.. sibling stuff.” both you and abbacchio frowned, confused at what the spectacular sight was about.

“no we’re not.” you deadpanned, followed abruptly by “absolutely not.” from a grumbling abbacchio.

“you’re sitting together.” narancia grinned with all teeth, making you glance sideways.

and sure enough, you were. without realising it.

“get lost.” abbacchio rolled his eyes, making narancia laugh himself out of the room.

that night you found abbacchio on the balcony again. the same place as before, with the cool air and the city lights below.

for a while neither of you spoke. then quietly, you mumbled, “you really thought you’d come back?”

he nodded firmly, not wanting to cause yet another argument.

“and then you didn’t.” you leaned against the railing. the old anger was still there, maybe it always would be, but it wasn’t the only thing you felt towards him anymore.

after an increasingly long silence, abbacchio spoke, “i’m sorry.” very simple. no excuses or conditions, just sorry.

you stared at the city, the lights, the years neither of you could get back.

“you’re still an idiot.” you sighed, but this time, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“probably.” another pause. then, very carefully, like he wasn’t sure if he had the right anymore, he reached over and ruffled your hair.

“what was that?” you groaned, immediately shoving him away.

“nothing.” he instantly accepted defeat, his hands in the air.

“you absolutely did that to mess my hair up on purpose.” you scowled, but this time it was playfully for once.

“maybe.” he laughed, a real laugh, for the first time in years.

and as for you, for the first time in years, standing beside your brother didn’t feel like standing beside a stranger.

˙⋆✮ polnareff starts out by thinking he’s immune to your flirting. he is not.

˙⋆✮ the first few times you call him handsome, he grins so wide you’re surprised he doesn’t have permanent dimples. by the twentieth time, he’s blushing because you’re saying it completely sincerely.

˙⋆✮ jotaro quickly grows tired of the two of you, calling you idiots and begging you to focus for at least five minutes.

˙⋆✮ you absolutely weaponise eye contact. polnareff will be trying to explain a plan, glance at you, and immediately lose his train of thought because you’re staring at him like he’s the most fascinating man in the world.

˙⋆✮ whenever polnareff tries to flirt back, he gets overconfident and accidentally says something ridiculous? such as “if beauty was a stand, yours would be unbeatable.”

˙⋆✮ his compliment were always met with silence, since everyone (including himself) knows they are awful.

˙⋆✮ the others can always tell when you’ve been left alone together, because polnareff comes back looking smug and flustered at the same time.

˙⋆✮ you constantly invade his personal space. leaning on his shoulder, adjusting his collar, brushing imaginary dust off his jacket. every single time his brain turns into television static.

˙⋆✮ if you’re complimenting him while he’s fighting, there’s a 100% chance he’ll get distracted. even just a simple “that move was impressive!” he’d snap his head round? “you thought so?”, and immediately gets punched.

˙⋆✮ eventually, the group develops a rule: no flirting during missions. the rule lasts approximately three minutes.

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the plan was simple. according to avdol, that was exactly why it should have worked.

“all we need to do,” avdol said, pointing at the map spread across the table, “is enter quietly, locate the stand user, and leave before attracting attention.”

everyone nodded. everyone except you and polnareff, since you were balls deep watching him, and he was watching you.

“…are you listening?” avdol asked.

“of course,” polnareff said immediately, the back of his neck turning pink.

“what did i just say?” avdol snapped now, his patience clearly running thing with the pair of you.

polnareff jumped a little bit, looking up at you.

“…something very smart?” he said through gritted teeth, trying to suppress the small giggle erupting up his throat.

jotaro groaned at his reply, scoffing as everyone began leaving the room.

twenty minutes later, you were walking through crowded streets toward your destination.

this was important. potential enemy territory.

the perfect time, apparently, to notice how nice polnareff looked in the afternoon sunlight.

“you know,” you said casually, “your hair is kind of impressive.”

he nearly tripped over a curb, a goofy grin on his face.

“my hair?”

“mhm.”, you nodded thoughtfully. “must take a lot of dedication.”

“u-uh, well, yes, obviously.” he straightened his hair instinctively, “it does.”

polnareff forgot where he was going, causing joseph to physically grab his shoulder and turn him back in the correct direction.

the actual mission somehow went even worse. caused primarily by the group spliting up to search the building.

you and polnareff were supposed to be checking one hallway. supposed to.

instead, he was standing beside a locked door while you leaned against the wall.

“you know,” you said, causing his eyes to narrow suspiciously.

“whenever you do that dramatic hero pose thing.. like, after a mission.. it’s a good pose.”

“is it?” his tone perked up, the confidence returned through his body instantly.

“yeah! it really is. i think that’s why it works so well.” you nodded, biting your bottom lip softly.

polnareff blinked into your soul, use to only getting the piss taken out of him. “really?”

“really.” you confirmed.

he stared into your soul, and you stared back just as hard, yet again.

neither of you noticed the door opening.

a suspicious figure stepped into the hallway and stared at both of you, but you were both too busy encapsulated in each others eyes.

the figure slowly backed into the room again, the door clicking shut behind them.

several seconds had already passed before the pair of you locked in again.

“…weren’t we looking for someone?” you suddenly asked, looking around at the once again empty corridor.

“probably.” he shrugged, yet neither of you moved.

when the mission was finally over, the entire group sat around a café table, absolutely exhausted.

except for joseph, who was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, and you and polnareff, who were receiving the worse grilling of your lives.

“you two,” he wheezed, “managed to miss the enemy because you were flirting.”

“we were not flirting,” polnareff mumbled.

you immediately rested your chin on your hand and smiled at him.

“he’s right. we weren’t.” polnareff turned bright red, and jotaro just buried his face in his hand.

joseph laughed even harder now, and despite every important thing they still had to do, polnareff found himself smiling back at you anyway.

Bucciarati:

˙⋆✮ bruno would probably be the first person to recover from the shock.

˙⋆✮ when your hat is knocked away and your hair spills free during the fight, there would be a brief moment where everyone freezes. but not bruno.

˙⋆✮ his immediate concern would be whether you’re injured, and only after the enemy is defeated would he fully process what happened. and when he does? he’d be surprisingly calm.

˙⋆✮ bucciarati would never make you feel guilty for hiding your identity. in fact, he’d immediately understand why you did it.

˙⋆✮ being in the passione is dangerous enough for men. but for a woman, especially one as beautiful as you, the risks would be even greater.

˙⋆✮ he’d likely feel bad that you believed you couldn’t trust the gang with the truth.

˙⋆✮ the beauty aspect of your face would definitely catch him off guard. and not because he’s shallow, but more because he’d suddenly realise why random civilians constantly stared whenever the group walked through a city. he’d connect all the clues he’d overlooked.

˙⋆✮ afterward, he’d quietly pull you aside. “your secret is safe with us. it always was.”

˙⋆✮ his respect for you would increase, you fought beside them every day despite the danger. that’s what matters to him.

˙⋆✮ the others would be losing their minds while bruno is already acting completely normal.

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Abbachio:

˙⋆✮ abbacchio would malfunction. completely. for approximately ten seconds.

˙⋆✮ the man who constantly suspects everyone, somehow never figured out the truth. that alone would irritate him.

˙⋆✮ during the battle, when your disguise comes undone, he’d stare. actually stare, and he thinks staring is rude. but he didn’t care. the enemy could be attacking and he’d need somebody to yell at him to move.

˙⋆✮ afterward he’d become weirdly quiet, which is somehow more concerning than when he’s angry.

˙⋆✮ at first he’d act annoyed, wondering why you felt the need to lie to them. but beneath that, he’s mostly annoyed at himself.

˙⋆✮ he prides himself on reading people. and you fooled him.

˙⋆✮ as for your appearance… abbacchio would absolutely pretend it doesn’t affect him.

˙⋆✮ meanwhile everybody can see he’s avoiding eye contact. if someone like narancia points it out, he’d immediately snap, but would become extremely protective of you afterward.

˙⋆✮ he’d never openly compliment your looks, but one day you’d catch him glaring at a man who won’t stop staring at you. that tells you everything.

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Mista:

˙⋆✮ mista has stopped working.

˙⋆✮ the reveal would hit him like a truck. one second he’s fighting, the next second he’s staring at you with your hair falling loose and your disguise destroyed.

˙⋆✮ the poor man would be absolutely stunned. mostly because he’d spent months treating you like one of the guys.

˙⋆✮ now his brain is desperately replaying every interaction you’ve ever had.

˙⋆✮ your beautifulness makes it infinitely worse, because mista is not subtle.

˙⋆✮ everyone would know exactly what’s happening. narancia would know, fugo would know, the enemy would probably know too.

˙⋆✮ bruno would have to tell him to focus (several times) throughout the duration of the mission, and after the fight he’d ask about a million questions.

˙⋆✮ not because he’s upset, but because he’s genuinely curious. only after hours of torment would he eventually admit that he thinks it’s kind of cool.

˙⋆✮ he’d admire your confidence, but his attraction would develop quickly afterward. not because you’re beautiful, ahough that certainly doesn’t hurt, but because he’d realise you’ve always been the same person he already liked hanging around with. now he just gets to appreciate your looks too.

˙⋆✮ expect relentless flirting. and i mean relentless.

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Narancia:

˙⋆✮ narancia’s brain would completely short-circuit. like mista, but somehow louder.

˙⋆✮ when the reveal happens, narancia sees your hair, sees your face, and sees everyone staring. and immediately screams.

˙⋆✮ the entire battlefield hears him. possibly neighboring cities too.

˙⋆✮ at first he’d be genuinely offended, not because you’re a woman, but because you didn’t tell him. his best friend?!?!

˙⋆✮ narancia values trust deeply, ashamed with himself that you’d kept yourself hidden. but once you explain your reasons, he’d forgive you almost immediately, as if nothing happened in the first place.

˙⋆✮ shortly after, he’d become fascinated. he’d want to know everything. how did you disguise yourself? how long had you been doing it? did nobody notice?

˙⋆✮ afterward, he’d become your biggest supporter. anyone who says something disrespectful or got too close would receive an instant attack.

˙⋆✮ he’d love to brag about you constantly, and his admiration would be completely from his heart.

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Fugo:

˙⋆✮ fugo would piece things together faster than everyone else.

˙⋆✮ the moment your disguise falls away, he’d immediately understand. then he’d get angry. not at you, but at the situation.

˙⋆✮ his first thought would be if you even realised how dangerous doing this could’ve been, since he knows exactly what kind of world the passione operates in.

˙⋆✮ eventually, he’d understand why you hid your identity. but he’d hate that you ever even needed to in the first place.

˙⋆✮ as for your appearance.. the man would freeze. not visibly, just internally. he’d be trying to have a logical conversation while simultaneously noticing that you’re incredibly beautiful.

˙⋆✮ his brain would be fighting for its life, meaning he’d become awkward afterward. more awkward than usual.

˙⋆✮ he’d overthink every interaction, until finally he’d settle into a calmer attitude.

˙⋆✮ his respect for you would skyrocket, since you managed to deceive an entire criminal organisation, and that requires intelligence.

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Trish:

˙⋆✮ trish would be the least shocked. honestly, she probably suspected something.

˙⋆✮ not necessarily that you were a woman, just that there was something you weren’t telling everyone.

˙⋆✮ when the reveal happens, she’d simply blink as everyone else was losing their minds.

˙⋆✮ meanwhile trish would be standing there completely unfazed. afterward, she’d be one of the first people to support you.

˙⋆✮ she understands what it’s like to exist in a dangerous world where people treat you differently because you’re a woman, and she’d help you adjust to no longer needing the disguise.

˙⋆✮ plus, she’d absolutely love watching the boys panic around you afterward. especially mista, quite happy that he’d rub off onto someone else.

˙⋆✮ trish would also be one of the few people willing to directly compliment your beauty, with no hesitation or awkwardness.

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Giorno:

˙⋆✮ giorno’s reaction would be surprisingly subtle when your disguise is destroyed. his eyes would widen slightly, but that’s about it.

˙⋆✮ but internally, he’s processing a lot.

˙⋆✮ the biggest realisation wouldn’t be that you’re beautiful. it would be that you trusted your mission enough to risk exposing yourself.

˙⋆✮ after the fight, he’d approach you privately. he didn’t want to interrogate you, he only wanted to ensure that you’re comfortable.

˙⋆✮ giorno understands secrets better than most people, and he’d never judge you for keeping one.

˙⋆✮ as for your appearance, the reveal would catch him off guard. you’ve always been attractive to him in a general sense, but now he suddenly understands why.

˙⋆✮ he’d become even more attentive afterward, watching for signs that others might treat you differently, and making sure that they don’t.

˙⋆✮ his admiration would be quiet but profound, seeing your reveal not as a weakness being exposed, but as proof of your courage towards the gang.

the stardust crusaders had spent gruelling hours traveling, exhausted from yet another stand battle. sand clung to their clothes, sweat dampened their skin, and tempers were beginning to fray.

well… almost everyone’s. you skipped ahead of the group, completely unbothered, a pink ribbon bouncing in your hair as you gently detangled some knots from your hair.

“look!” you chirped. “a flower!” everyone stared. there wasn’t a flower. there was a dead bush.

“that’s a shrub,” jotaro said flatly, continuing to walk on.

you gasped dramatically, a pout forming on your face. “it was a flower in my heart.”

jotaro pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling “good grief”, as usual.

joseph laughed through the hardship, resting his palms on his knees for a break. “kid, how are you still cheerful? we’ve nearly died three times today.”

you only smiled brightly, a new found spring in your step as you pull him back up. “because being sad won’t make the trip any shorter.” you remark, your arm tangled in his as you drag him along.

kakyoin chuckled softly at your matter-of-fact tone, and even polnareff immediately sorted himself out.

“you see guys? that’s the wisdom i keep trying to encourage! we should all learn from her!”

“..you’re literally the most dramatic person here,” avdol mumbled, the rest of the group continuing to stumble forward.

so trapped in the haze of the heat, nobody noticed the danger until it was already there.

a strange pressure settled over the air. it was heavy, oppressive.. almost, wrong?

avdol stopped first, his expression hardening. “everyone..”, he whispered, the others instantly becoming alert.

“what is that thing?” kakyoin asked, the caution of the foreign feeling evident in his tone.

the ground trembled beneath everyone, a low growl echoing through the desert. it wasn’t a machine, but by far not an animal.

it was something else.. something powerful.

that was when the sand erupted, blasting a wave of dust down the crusaders eyes and throats. it seemed like the massive creature emerged from beneath the earth.

its body towered nearly fifteen feet tall, jet-black armor covering up its true form. razor-sharp claws dragged through the sand, leaving craters the size of cars, with a face that resembled a skeletal dragon.

dozens of crimson eyes opened across its body, leaking out a wider pressure from what was already overwhelming.

star platinum appeared instantly beside jotaro, as the others followed suit. however, the monster simply stood there. like it was watching.. waiting.

the crusaders immediately assumed the worst.

“is that even a stand?!” avdol shouted, joseph’s eyes widening over how his smartest friend couldn’t even tell what it was.

“whose stand is that?!” kakyoin pelted out, as the creature slowly turned, it’s crimson eyes landing on you.

the group tensed as the monster took a step forward, then another. each footfall sent ripples though the sand.

the group swallowed hard and leant back, prepared to attack as the creature finally reached you.

then- you smiled.

“hello, sweetheart!” the creature immediately lowered its enormous head into your hands, like a puppy greeting its owner.

on the other side of you? silence. pure, utter silence.

you patted its skull affectionately, peppering kisses across its face.

“there you are! shy little thing, ain’t ya?” you coo into its ear, smile bursting across your face.

the horrifying beast let out a ‘happy’ rumble as its face now fully nuzzled into your shoulder like an oversized cat.

the crusaders stared in utter disbelief, until joseph pointed and broke the silence. “w-what is THAT?!”

you blinked innocently, almost forgetting they were there in the first place. “oh!” you looked up. “this is my stand.”

the group collectively froze. “THE FUCK YOU MEAN THAT’S YOUR STAND?!” polnareff screeched like a girl, in which you only nodded.

nobody could process this, you looked like someone who belonged in a cute fashion magazine. you wore ribbons, you collected stickers, you cried when you saw baby animals.

and somehow.. your stand looked like the final boss of the apocalypse.

the contrast nearly gave joseph a heart attack, but jotaro stared at the stand. the stand stared back, just as intrigued. the pressure it emitted was unlike anything he’d felt before.

“what does it do?” jotaro finally asked, causing you to think for a moment.

you smiled, turning to face them. “it kills things.”polnareff laughed nervously, “that’s a joke.”

“no?” the smile never left your face. “it kills things.”

kakyoin was the one to speak up this time. “i mean yes, so do ours, but that’s the consequence of their fighting technique. it can’t just kill…?”

the crusaders suddenly weren’t laughing anymore. avdol narrowed his eyes, worried about what he’s brought into the group, demanding an explanation.

you nodded, “okay.” you patted your stand again, its crimson eyes fading into a soft pink love-filled shade.

“the stand is called abyss garden.” the air became colder, as if the weather was also perplexed by such a sweet name for such a horrific being. “and it can destroy almost anything it touches.”

everyone’s expressions darkened, the same question all on their minds… anything?

“well, physical matter.”

as if on que, a claw lightly scraped against a nearby boulder. and just like that, the stone instantly vanished. it didn’t shatter, didn’t brake, it was just.. gone, erased. like it had never existed there in the first place.

the boulder had genuinely disappeared completely, not even dust or a dent in the sand remained.

you smiled sheepishly, the stand hiding behind you, almost wary of its own power. well, attempted to hide, despite being fifteen feet tall.

“but, it’s actually really shy! only comes out when i want it to.. or wants feeding.”

the crusaders nearly lost their minds at that last comment. “SHY?!” polnareff shouted, his eyebrows standing almost as upright as his hair.

the monster timidly peeked around your shoulder, its countless eyes blinking innocently in all directions.

the image was absurd. a nightmare creature capable of erasing matter from existence… acting bashful because strangers were looking at it.

you responded by scratching its jaw, to which the creature practically purred.

kakyoin was the only one who seemed intrigued by the interaction, and not sweating buckets. “how are you not frightened of it?”

you tilted your head in his direction, “why would i be?” the stand proved your point by lowering itself beside you, the massive body it owned curled protectively around yours.

you leaned against it comfortably, a lazy hand running down its body. “it’s always been nice to me.”

everyone stared. “nice”..? that word did not belong anywhere near this monster.

avdol studied the stand carefully. “powerful stands often reflect aspects of their users.” that comment sent everyone slowly turning around toward you, then back toward the giant nightmare dragon.

polnareff quirked an eyebrow, “no offense.. but you are literally the cutest person i’ve ever met.”

“none taken, and thank you!” you beam, a giddy look on your face.

“but…” he continued, “your stand looks like it crawled out of hell itself.”

you nodded with a simple shrug, “that’s fair.” you hummed, not thinking into the logistics to much.

nobody had an explanation, not even avdol with his wisdom or kakyoin with his studies. not even jotaro who acts like he knows everything. the contradiction simply just made no sense.

then, their attention shifted to a hidden enemy stand user bursting from the sand. he’d been waiting. watching, listening until the groups attention was moved, and now he was attacking.

the crusaders reacted immediately, but they were a second too slow. as the enemy lunged straight toward you, before anyone could stop him- abyss garden moved.

the desert exploded once again, but this time the monster was beside you, then the next, it was standing behind the attacker.

nobody had even seen it move. a tentative claw touched the enemy’s shoulder, causing the man to freeze in his exact spot as his eyes were sent rolling to the back of his head.

then in the same strain of the moment, he vanished instantly. erased, gone from existence, just as you said.

the crusaders stood motionless, the overwhelming power of your stand was undeniable. even jotaro’s eyes widened slightly, a very rare reaction.

your stand returned to your side with a happy tip-toe, the usually terrifying form seeming rather relaxed and calm.

you smiled brightly at your stand as you hugged its enormous arm, a soft hand scratching it once again.

“good job!” you beamed with a high-pitched tone, the nightmare monster practically melting under the praise.

everyone watched in stunned disbelief. a being powerful enough to erase people from existence…and all it wanted was affection from the cute girl holding its hand.

jotaro adjusted his hat, mumbling “good grief.”, and for once, nobody disagreed with him.

˙⋆✮ it starts off as competitive banter before anyone realises feelings are involved.

˙⋆✮ joseph insists he’s not jealous, while actively keeps a score of how many times caesar makes you laugh throughout the day.

˙⋆✮ caesar acts composed and gentlemanly around you… until joseph interrupts one too many conversations and suddenly he’s challenging him to races, training matches, and ridiculous dares to try and one-up him.

˙⋆✮ neither of them would confess first because they’re both convinced the other already has your attention. meanwhile, you’re obsessing over both of them and struggle daily on which one to choose.

˙⋆✮ joseph flirts with you through teasing, cockily saying “you know, if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could’ve just said so.”, when you ask him to practice training with you once.

˙⋆✮ caesar flirts like he’s in a black-and-white romance film, always complimenting you and asking you on dates. the contrast was good, but it only made you doubt more.

˙⋆✮ training only became more and more unbearable since joseph tried to show off, and caesar was naturally impressive. you were constantly trapped between the both of their arguments that just never seemed to end.

˙⋆✮ lisa lisa notices immediately and absolutely refuses to intervene, only rarely sending you a look of sympathy.

˙⋆✮ joseph becomes unexpectedly attentive when you’re tired or injured. he acts casual, but always remembers details.

˙⋆✮ caesar becomes softer around you than anyone else notices. he adjusts your gloves, fixes your posture, quietly checks if you’ve eaten.

˙⋆✮ if you compliment one without the other then joseph would celebrate, caesar pretends not to care, yet both of them think about it all day. all whilst they secretly worry you’ll choose the other.

˙⋆✮ the turning point is usually when one of them stops treating it like a competition and actually asks, “what do you want?”

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the training courtyard was too warm. not because of the weather, but because somehow, against all odds, you had ended up between joseph and caesar for the third sparring session in a row.

“you’re holding your shoulders too stiff,” caesar mumbles, stepping behind you and adjusting your stance.

joseph immediately scoffed at his action, straight to defend you as always. “oh, come on. she was doing fine.”

caesar raised an eyebrow at him, matching his unimpressed facial expression. “your standards are low.”

“my standards are realistic.” joseph instantly retaliates, the pair of them now stood with their arms crossed at eachother.

you sighed for the fourteenth time that night, “you know i can hear both of you?”

they ignored you, as usual.

joseph stepped closer, his hands now falling into his pockets before he turned to you. “alright, new idea. train with just me instead.”

caesar of course would not be having that until he dies. “and learn bad habits?”

joseph’s scoff sent you over the final edge, finally turning to face them.

“you both realise this stopped being about training like… a week ago?” you spat, but only received silence.

for once, joseph looked away first, followed shortly by caesar suddenly finding the sky fascinating.

“don’t look at me like that.” jojo finally blurted out first, his skin itching from the tension.

“you’re jealous.” you cocked an eyebrow at him, amusement laced through your tone, causing his eyes to widen.

“i am not jealous.” he instantly retorts. caesar, clearly picking up on his eagerness, made a thoughtful noise.

“that was fast.” was all he had to say for joseph to round onto him.

“YOU don’t get to say anything.” he blurts, and caesar blinked once. then smiled.. too calmly.

“why? because she talks to me?”

joseph opened his mouth to retort, but closed it. you just stared. neither of them denied it?

and somehow.. that was worse. you couldn’t help the small laugh that came from your mouth, and not because it was funny, but because this was ridiculous.

“you two act like i’m some trophy.” you shook your head at them, causing both of them to immediately answer at the same time.

“i don’t.”

“i wouldn’t.”

then looked annoyed they’d spoken together.

“then stop competing! i feel like a cow at auction.”

caesar’s expression shifted softer first, then joseph’s followed. the courtyard slipped into silence as joseph rubbed the back of his neck as he shot caesar a glare, in which he completely ignored him.

“you’re easy to want around.” caesar continued quietly.. which joseph whispered an agreement to.

your face instantly grew warm, which was unfair, because now neither of them were being annoying.

“…then maybe stop trying to beat each other and actually ask me out.” you smiled softly, finally accepting their peace.

joseph recovered first, of course, his grin returned instantly. “oh. oh! i can do that.”

caesar exhaled through his nose, then offered his hand out to yours. “would you join me for dinner?”

“n-no- that’s not what i meant-“ you attempted to protest, but joseph immediately shoved his own hand in to the mixture of yours and caesars.

“no no, that’s boring. come with me instead.” you looked at both of their much larger hands entangled in yours, before a great idea came across your mind.

“depends who complains less.” you said, rather proud of yourself at the peaceful quiet. yet somehow, the competition started all over again.

the desert wind was unforgiving whilst pounding at the open windows, dry grains of sand biting against your skin as the car rattled along the uneven road. you sat in the back, arms folded, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. it was easier that way.. easier than meeting their gazes, easier than remembering.

they didn’t fully trust you yet. you couldn’t blame them either. a young lost girl inviting herself into their car, after all they’d been through? yeah, you knew you still had a long way to go before they even acknowledged your innocence.

jotaro leaned against the window, cap low over his eyes, though you could tell he was watching you anyway. kakyoin pretended to read, although his page hadn’t turned in several minutes. polnareff was the only one who didn’t bother hiding it. his curiosity was loud, restless. at least the elderly man called joseph gave you space.. maybe he understood more than he let on.

you exhaled slowly, hands fidgeting in your lap. “i know what you’re all thinking,” you muttered.

polnareff perked up immediately. “well, since you mentioned it-”

“polnareff,” avdol cut in gently.

“no, it’s fine.” you finally wrenched your head to look up, meeting them one by one. “you want to know why he let me live.”

silence fell over the car, each one of them individually releasing their own stress, whether that be through scoffing or nervously twitching in their seats.

your fingers curled against your sleeves. “it wasn’t mercy.” a faint shimmer flickered beside you- your stand. it was barely visible, like heat distortion in the air. it pulsed once, responding to your emotions. reading them.

“he called it dangerous,” you continued. “unstable.. too adaptable. it doesn’t just fight.. it learns. mimics? evolves depending on what it faces.”

kakyoin’s eyes sharpened. “a reactive stand…” he mumbles, almost seeming annoyed that he never realised in the first place.

you nodded in his direction, the same uncomfortable look plastered across your face. “dio didn’t see a threat. he saw potential.”

and just like that, the memories came flooding back.

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the mansion had been suffocating.

dark curtains, endless halls, the scent of something old and rotting hidden beneath expensive perfume. you remembered standing there, trembling, when you first awakened your stand. you didn’t even understand it properly yourself- only that it responded to fear.

and then he appeared, right infront of your face. the radiant, terrifying form of dio’s being that you grew to know.

he had smiled at you like you were something precious. “you’re special,” he had said, his voice smooth as silk. “misunderstood. but i see you.”

..no one had ever said that before. not like that.

he never raised his voice at you, well, he never needed to. every word wrapped around your thoughts, softly and too convincing for you to say no.

he trained you and praised you in the most gorgeous luxuries you could ever imagine. only, it was the emotional toll he held against you that mattered the most.. when he isolated you from himself, you imagined that’s what it felt like to witness the world ending.

his voice constantly echoed in the back of your head, sultry murmurs like “you don’t need anyone else.” and “they would only fear you.”, or “stay here… where you’re safe, and wanted.”

safe. a silly word, one you almost believed he could make a reality. that was until the first time he sent you after someone. someone a stand user who had refused to help him with.

you remembered the way your power adapted mid-fight, overwhelming your opponent before you even understood what you were doing. you remembered how their fear buried deep inside your soul, just another person who your stand had managed to wipe from existence.

but more importantly, you remembered how dio smiled when you returned. not proud, but satisfied. like you were a weapon that worked exactly as intended.

although; that simultaneously was the moment that you noticed something cracked between the two of you.

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“but… you stayed with him anyway?” polnareff asked, softer now.

you swallowed, taking down months of trauma with you. “i didn’t think i could leave.”

joseph sighed quietly, almost as if he knew what sort of being dio was. “yea, that adds up.”

“but i did stay, for the time being.” your voice steadied. “not because i got stronger or ever wanted to. but because it was before i realised something.”

jotaro finally spoke through the silence, his reply monotone with an underlaying note of agitation, “what.”

you met his gaze, unphased by that same tone you’ve only grown to all too well. “he never cared if i survived. only if i was useful.” you mumble, the car falling silent again.

“i escaped during a mission,” you continued. “ran. didn’t stop. didn’t look back.” a bitter smile tugged at your lips. “i expected him to hunt me down immediately.”

avdol frowned, noticing the expression of your face. “but he didn’t?”

“no.” you shook your head. “because he’s confident that i’ll either come back… or die.”

kakyoin closed his book that he hadn’t looked at for a good 10 minutes. “then helping us is more than just revenge for you.”

you nodded once, more confidently this time. “if i don’t stop him, i’m still his.”

another long pause plagues the car, only broken by polnareff’s grins, however it was gentler than usual. “well, lucky for you, we’re very good defeating his minions, he cant be much worse.”

you huffed a quiet laugh despite yourself, surprised at their confidence.

you were snapped out of your haze by joseph pointing at you. “and hey, powerful evolving stand? that’s a huge bonus for us. you’re basically a cheat code-”

“don’t call her that,” jotaro muttered in defence for yourself, but there was no bite in the accusation against his grandpa.

and for the first time since joining them, the tension eased. not entirely gone, but much lighter.

avdol threw you a respectful nod through the passenger seat, “you’ve made a difficult choice. but at least it’s one that matters.”

your stand slightly flickered into reality off and on again, although you already felt a steadier control over it this time.

despite the newfound feeling of confidence, you looked out at the endless horizon, your mind somewhere else.. knowing that dio was waiting. and for the first time, you weren’t afraid of facing him. because you wouldn’t be alone.

“the next time i see him,” you said quietly, “he won’t be able to recognise me.”

jotaro was the only one to recognise your adjusted mood, in turn altering the placement of his cap. “good.”

a faint, determined smile crossed your face. “i’m not his anymore.”

it had been a long, hard day of fighting for you and the rest of the crusaders- you’d managed to wipe out 3 of dio’s minions, more than you’d usually get done on a typical day. however, as the sun set and your limbs grew restless, you all stumbled into the nearest hotel to crash for the night.

the single receptionist was busy with a long line of what seemed to be every last customer of an entire plane that clearly landed before you got there, so you you all slumped down onto the lobby sofas.

everyone.. but you. you were stood up, the only one with some slight sanity left to scout out the area. you slouched against a pillar, your arms crossed over your chest, blissfully unaware of the gruff drunken man approaching you from behind.

his rough hand gripped your bum from behind you, the iron hold not budging until your forceful elbow drilled back straight into his gut, the noise erupting from his mouth snapping the rest of the group out of their trance.

that wasn’t enough to stop him tho, his entire drunken weight resting on your shoulder, his lips scarily close to your ear. “c’mon baby.. why you hanging with these gays? come back with me..” he mumbles out, clutching your hand and tugging you straight off the pillar.

“i’d rather kill myself, but thanks.” you spit back, attempting to drag your hand back, but it had already been done for you. jotaro had the guys’ wrist in a deadly grip, twisting it enough to hurt, but not enough to make a scene.

“you’re gonna run now, or you won’t be able to run again.” he snarled at the guy, who only gave him a smug smirk in reply. that was, until he saw the other four men who were also double the size at him, and he sprinted out of hotel entrance exactly how jotaro anticipated.

a moment of silence spread across the group, every last one of them staring at you.

“what the fuck..” you mumble out, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself. everyone was still in a state of shock, unaware of what to do or say. the silence was only broken when the ever-wise joseph finally spoke out.

“well- i think that the only way to solve this issue would be for y/n to share a room with me, that way i can keep an eye out over her.” he chirps out with the most unconvincing tone you’d ever heard.

“no. that’s stupid.” avdol responds, shaking his head aggressively and holding his hand out. “it’s only right that she stays with me. i can set the intruder on fire, what could you do?” he hisses.

polnareff was the next to argue his cause, blabbing on about some “i could stab him” and “i have excellent instincts”.

“oh get a grip.” avdol mumbles, dragging polnareff back by the shoulders. “remember what happened last time we put you in a hotel? do you really want that to happen to y/n after all she’s been through?! she needs to rest!” he scolds him.

“t-that wasn’t my fault! how was i meant to know!” polnareff whines, stomping to the back of the group in a sulk, as if he were rejoining the begging queue.

“guys, honestly, i’ll be alright alone.” you tell them sternly, but at the end of the day they are men, and will only hear to what they want to hear.

“well, if it makes you feel any better, you could take the room next to mine?” kakyoin offers, polite as ever. “that way, we won’t have to share, but i could also keep a keen eye out for you!”

“aww, kak, that’s so sweet of you-“

“no need.” jotaro cuts you off smoothly. “i was the one who helped her whilst you selfish lot sat around, being unobservant of what was happening. how do you expect to save her in the middle of the night? it’s settled. y/n is staying with me.” he grudgingly says, making it out like he was solving world hunger.

“enough!” you finally snap, an accusing finger filtering through all of them. “i am independent enough to sleep alone.. fuck i even elbowed the guy by myself!” you groan, head rolling back.

that set them all off simultaneously, each blabbing over the top of eachother until they somehow reached a harmony. you didn’t let them finish, rolling your eyes and walking away from the commotion and shutting them all up at the same time.

“you should make a choir!” you yell at them with your back still facing them, beelining towards the nearest water fountain or vending machine.. anything at this point.

of course the only thing in the nearest vicinity was a vending machine that only took cash, in the only foreign country you were stopping in that you didn’t have the currency for. you were pleasantly surprised that the water bottle you’d been eyeing up only took 3 solid kicks and 7 shakes to fall out of the fucker. after claiming the goods, you slumped down on the nearest wall, still feeling the guys breath on the side of your neck.

“hey.” kakyoin’s voice smoothly broke though your thoughts.

“not now kak. i just wanna be alone.” you huff, resting your head in your hands but tipping water all down your shirt in the process.

“heyheyhey- it’s okay.” he softly whispers, taking a seat down next to you. “they’re still all arguing. the whole lobby is dead silent listening to all the commotion.” he chuckles dryly, the icebreaker clearly doing nothing to break the tension.

“look, im sorry if we all came across as too demanding. it’s just, we need you. if something were to happen to you.. we wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves.” he mumbled, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around your chest to hide the ongrowing see-through mark along your shirt.

“is this a plot to get me to stay in your room? i swear- all of you lot are not much better than that guy-“ you defensively snap, despite kakyoin showing his best efforts at making you feel better.

“no! y/n, trust me when i say this. i haven’t been sent here to try and convince you, im saying this off my own back. honestly, stay with jotaro tonight.” he begrudgingly states. “joseph is a perv, avdol only wants to one-up him, and polnareff, well..” he trails off, looking at you with a comforting gaze. “jotaro isn’t bothered by the whole ‘fighting the enemy’ thing, he’d just kill him. and he’s probably the most… intimidating?” he reminds you, his genuine tone causing a slight giggle to come from your lips.

“alright, yeah. thank you kakyoin.” you huff out, taking his hands as he yanked you off the wall.

once the pair of you got back to the rest of the group, the previous queue to check in had diminished.

“come to say you’ve chose me?” joseph teases you, his usual banter covering for the fact that he does actually care for you.

“no, actually. i’m staying with your son.” you smile sarcastically at him, cocking an eyebrow to jotaro to make sure that his deal was actually still on.

“yea, it’s whatever.” he murmurs, his nonchalant facade returning now that he’s won you over.

polnareff groaned at the moment of peace, “oh come on! you’re just handing it to him?!” he whines, but shuts up just a quickly after seeing the unimpressed expression on your face.

as you all headed towards the elevators after grabbing the room keys, their arguments didn’t quite stop- but they softened into something more familiar and warming. and even as they all walked slightly ahead to get into their rooms for a well-deserved sleep, they kept a steady pace, just enough to make sure you stayed close.

Johnny:

˙⋆✮ at first, johnny treats you like just another competitor tagging along, but it doesn’t take long before he starts relying on your presence more than he admits. riding side by side becomes his comfort.

˙⋆✮ he’s quieter around you, but not in a cold way. it’s more like he feels safe enough not have to perform or prove anything.

˙⋆✮ when terrain gets rough, he watches your horse more than his own path. if you or your horse struggles, he immediately notices and adjusts his pace without saying anything.

˙⋆✮ johnny isn’t great at expressing concern directly, so he’ll phrase it like “you’re slowing down. don’t fall behind.” but he always stays back with you.

˙⋆✮ when it gets to dusk and you’re still riding throughout the desert, you’re one of the few people he’ll open up to. about his past, his fears, even doubts about winning.

˙⋆✮ if someone threatens you, his reaction is immediate and sharp. there’s no hesitation- he doesn’t like losing things that matter to him anymore, especially not his favourite riding partner.

˙⋆✮ your riding rhythm syncing with his becomes symbolic. he starts feeling like you’re part of his “balance,” like spin itself.

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Gyro:

˙⋆✮ gyro instantly treats you like a partner rather than competition. he cracks jokes, teaches you tricks, and insists you ride alongside him instead of behind.

˙⋆✮ he’d absolutely try to teach you spin basics while riding. most of it is chaotic and ends in laughter, with at least one of you being flung off your horse and into the sand.

˙⋆✮ he calls you and your horse nicknames constantly. none of them consistent at all, but all of them are weirdly affectionate.

˙⋆✮ if you’re tired, he’ll start singing or telling ridiculous stories just to keep your energy up.

˙⋆✮ gyro is very attentive without making it obvious. he’ll casually adjust your saddle, hand you water, or slow down the pace like it was his idea all along.

˙⋆✮ he respects your independence though, and if you insist on pushing forward, he won’t stop you, and he’ll ride right beside you the whole time.

˙⋆✮ there’s a quiet pride in how he looks at you when you handle difficult terrain well, always praising you with sayings like “yeah, that’s my riding partner.”

˙⋆✮ and if you ever fall or get hurt, his usual playful tone disappears instantly. you see a much more serious, protective side of him. although, he’d still never let you ride valkyrie.

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Diego:

˙⋆✮ diego initially sees you as either competition or an inconvenience- there is no middle ground.

˙⋆✮ but once he realises that you can keep up with him, his attitude shifts into something sharper… and more interested.

˙⋆✮ he pushes you. constantly. always challenges you to race, tests your endurance, and tries to see where your limits are.

˙⋆✮ if you win even once, he becomes very invested in you all over again in a half rivalry, half fascination way. he pretends not to care, but he always notices where you are in the race. always.

˙⋆✮ diego won’t openly protect you, but he’ll eliminate threats before they reach you and act like it was unrelated.

˙⋆✮ on the odd occasions where you do meet up and ride beside him, there’s a constant tension. whether that’s competitive, electric, or strangely cooperative, you always find a middle ground to get along on.

˙⋆✮ compliments from him are rare but powerful, your favourite being when he told you “you’re not useless. that’s… something.” which is what you’ve grown to know is basically the highest form of praise from diego.

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Soundman:

˙⋆✮ he prefers running, of course. the first few times you met up he would leisurely stroll next to your horse, somehow not once dropping behind.

˙⋆✮ the first time he tries riding beside you after days on end if you constantly begging, he’s visibly uncomfortable. he doesn’t like the lack of direct control compared to running.

˙⋆✮ still, he does it for you. quietly though, without announcing it. but both of you know deep down.

˙⋆✮ you notice he dismounts as quickly as possible whenever and wherever he can, but he always returns to your side, even if he’s on his feet.

˙⋆✮ his care shows in his actions, not words. he’d scout ahead, watching the terrain, ensuring your path is safe by feeling the texture under his feet.

˙⋆✮ on the occasions when you do ride together, he grips his knees and calfs together so tight in an attempt to not fall off- but that just encourages his horse to go faster. and no, of course you’d never tell him that.

˙⋆✮ when you do encourage him to ride, he’ll try it again… and hate it again. but there’s a small sense of determination in him that doesn’t want to give up as easily for you.

˙⋆✮ he respects your strength deeply. to him, traveling together isn’t just casual, it’s a bond you’re sharing together.

Jonathan:

˙⋆✮ you lost your sight following a major attack from a group of dio’s zombies that you didn’t see coming from behind you. despite the groups best efforts at fighting back, you just couldn’t keep them off you. you still remember the feeling of them tearing at your eyes, pulling them out from so deep that no amount of surgery would be able to fix your vision again.

˙⋆✮ jonathan would carry immense guilt over what happened, even if it wasn’t his fault. despite that, he’d still see it as his duty to protect you better.

˙⋆✮ he becomes incredibly attentive, guiding you gently by the arm, always announcing his movements so you’re never disoriented.

˙⋆✮ he’d put all of his time into training you in hamon breathing techniques, helping you sharpen your other senses to compensate.

˙⋆✮ jonathan would read to you often- history, poetry, anything comforting- his voice becoming something you rely on and search for when you’re worried or anxious.

˙⋆✮ when you struggle with the frustration of not being able to do the same things you use to love, he doesn’t try to “fix” it. he just stays beside you, steady and patient. secretly, he admires your strength more after your injury. to him, continuing forward like this is the truest form of courage.

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Joseph:

˙⋆✮ during an immense fight between the pillar men in an underground cave, the last thing you expected was for a ginormous divine sandstorm to come hurling in your direction. despite joseph coving a large quantity of your body with his, he missed the most delicate part of the body.. your head. because of the insane display occurring right infront of your face, you found yourself unable to look away, causing millions of tiny sharp rocks to cement themselves into your eyes, forever denying you of any vision.

˙⋆✮ joseph’s first reaction is rage. not at you, but at the pillar men. however after some time to allow his ego to sink, he realised that he only had himself to blame. of course only he could be so stupid as to not hide your face.

˙⋆✮ he masks his concern with humor, but he’s constantly watching out for you. he quickly adapts his fighting style to include you, by teaching you tricks, cues, and timing so you can still participate.

˙⋆✮ he expands his vocabulary to suit you, so you can expect a lot of conversations that flow similarly to “okay, when i duck, you duck”, followed by you snapping at him about some “how the fuck can i see you ducking?!”. eventually he gets there, his communication forming to things more like “when i say ‘run,’ you really run.”

˙⋆✮ he’d invent small signals- taps, whistles, code words- to help you navigate chaotic situations. you constantly scold him for treating you like a dog, but whatever he’s doing, it’s working.

˙⋆✮ when you doubt yourself, he gets uncharacteristically serious, reminding you that you’re still you even if you “have eyes or not”, because he refuses to treat you like you’re fragile.. but he’s always within reach if you need him.

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Jotaro:

˙⋆✮ when you lost your vision to that stand who shouldn’t have even given you a paper cut, you only wish you could’ve seen how hard jotaro beat that guy. instead, you were left to only hear the beats that pounded down on him, and his muffled agonising screams over star platinum’s shouting that you could’ve sworn had never seemed so angry before.

˙⋆✮ jotaro is quietly protective of you now. he doesn’t say much, but he’s always positioned between you and danger. he relies heavily on star platinum to assist you subtly, such as catching objects before they hit you or adjusting your surroundings without you noticing.

˙⋆✮ he doesn’t pity you at all, which was comforting for you to find out. if anything, he’s rather direct, especially when directing you. it’s always “step up.” or “careful.”, with nothing but two fingers pressed softly against your back.

˙⋆✮ his version of care is making sure nothing ever reaches you again. however, he does let you stand your ground, and if anyone underestimates you because of your blindness, jotaro shuts it down instantly with either a stare or a punch.

˙⋆✮ late at night, when no one else is around, he softens a bit- checking if you’re okay in quieter ways, such as asking if you need help getting changed or if you want him to cook you some dinner.

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Josuke:

˙⋆✮ josuke is openly emotional about what happened to you, sobbing at your feet on the hospital bed the same night he’d heard what happened. he hates seeing you hurt, but mostly he hates the fact that he wasn’t there to help you at the time, or even now whilst his power was still weak.

˙⋆✮ although he can’t use crazy diamond to fix you now, he does constantly use his stand to make your life much easier. he repairs any broken objects in your home that you accidentally fell into, so you can navigate your home safely again, without ever making you feel bad for being clumsy.

˙⋆✮ he’s incredibly encouraging of you, reminding you of how cool the blind fighters are in the mangas he’s read and always makes you feel confident in yourself.

˙⋆✮ if you ever get frustrated, he doesn’t try to cheer you up immediately, he listens first. he lets you cry on his shoulder with a guided hand, holding you in place or scooping you up again if you fall. most of the time his gentle manoeuvring of you erupts a slight giggle, which is all he ever wants to hear from you when you’re feeling low.

˙⋆✮ also, no one is allowed to speak down to you. ever. he’ll absolutely throw hands if someone does, and trust me they are not getting healed after it.

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Giorno:

˙⋆✮ giorno felt his whole heart sink when he was told that your vision could not be repaired, knowing full well how much you loved and appreciated the nature and world around you. that was probably why the two of you got on so well, since his stand was all about bringing things to life. however, the news that followed made his heart sink even further.. being told that he’d never be able to help you.

˙⋆✮ giorno approaches your blindness with calm determination, immediately focusing on solutions. he uses golden experience creatively, such as turning objects into living guides (like small animals to lead you) or enhancing your environment so it’s easier to interpret through touch and sound.

˙⋆✮ he speaks to you the exact same way he always has, with quiet respect, never pity. giorno believes your experience gives you a different kind of perception, not a lesser one. he encourages your independence, but he will always be nearby if needed.

˙⋆✮ when you feel lost, he reminds you that you are not defined by what was taken from you. there’s something very grounding about him, and he never fails to make the world feel less overwhelming.

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Jolyne:

˙⋆✮ jolyne is fiercely protective over you, but also deeply empathetic. she understands the anger, the frustration, the feeling of unfairness. she’s never been in the same situation as you, but she sure has felt the same emotions as you before.

˙⋆✮ she adapts quickly, using stone free to create guiding threads that you can follow that sense vibrations and relay them to you.

˙⋆✮ as always, she’s very hands-on, grabbing your hand, pulling you along, making sure you’re included in everything. she’s never left you out before, so why would she now?

˙⋆✮ if you get discouraged, she doesn’t sugarcoat it. she doesn’t want you to bring yourself down when there’s still so much more life ahead of you, reminding you that whilst it sucks, you’re still here.

˙⋆✮ she pushes you to keep fighting. not recklessly, but stubbornly. and not out of her own greed to keep you on her team, but because she completely trusts you in battle, which helps to rebuild your confidence.

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Johnny:

˙⋆✮ johnny understands loss in a way few others can. so when he noticed that something was off with you, it was almost as if he could tell straight away. after you finally murmured out that you couldn’t see anything, he helped you wrap a tight cloth around your eyes whilst you trekked through the dusty desert (he 100% drew some eyes onto the bandana with dirt).

˙⋆✮ he doesn’t overwhelm you with comfort. he just stays, quietly present whilst respecting your peace, never rushing you, knowing full well that your horse would take you where you needed to go.

˙⋆✮ you two bond over a shared struggle, learning how to live in a body that’s changed. he offers advice only when you ask for it, but it’s always meaningful and he seems genuinely interested in helping you improve, in turn making him want to try to change too.

˙⋆✮ he always reminds you that you’ll figure it out, whether that be with his help or not. but deep down, there’s a deep, unspoken understanding between you, and he doesn’t want to lose contact with you once the race is over.

Giorno:

˙⋆✮ he finds you… intriguing. your emotional expressiveness contrasts with his calm, composed demeanor, but he doesn’t see it as a flaw. he sees it as a strength. something human and genuine.

˙⋆✮ you’d treat him with soft admiration, maybe even unintentionally putting him on a pedestal sometimes. he gently corrects that, encouraging you to see your own worth too.

˙⋆✮ romantically, it’s quiet but profound. he doesn’t overwhelm you with affection, but when he gives it, it’s meaningful. he loves offering you subtle touches, attentive listening, and especially remembering small details about you.

˙⋆✮ when you get overwhelmed or emotional, he handles it with surprising grace. he never dismisses your feelings- instead he validates them, then helps you find clarity.

˙⋆✮ you inspire his humanity, and in turn he stabilises your emotions.

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Bucciarati:

˙⋆✮ he understands you almost immediately, even if he doesn’t show it at first. your warmth, your tendency to throw yourself into people and emotions- it’s something he respects but also quietly worries about.

˙⋆✮ you’re the type to loop your arm through his and start rambling about something trivial like fabric textures or a stranger you met five minutes ago. he listens, as always. even when he’s busy.

˙⋆✮ romantically, he’s gentle but firm with you. when you get overwhelmed or scatter your energy everywhere, he grounds you with hand on your shoulder, steady voice, reminding you to breathe. he admires how openly you love others, but he makes sure you don’t forget to love yourself either.

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Narancia:

˙⋆✮ you two are chaos twins.

˙⋆✮ your emotional openness and his impulsiveness feed off each other in the most ridiculous ways. he hypes you up constantly, and you absolutely thrive off of his attention.

˙⋆✮ you’d probably treat him with a lot of affection too; fixing his hair, praising him, getting excited over small things- and he becomes fiercely attached to you because of it.

˙⋆✮ romantically, it’s intense and a little overwhelming. he gets jealous easily.. not in a controlling way, but in a “i want to be your favorite person” and “be next to you side all the time” kinda way.

˙⋆✮ when you cry or get emotional, he panics. but he tries, and that’s all that matters to you. he’ll hug you tightly, ramble, maybe even get teary himself. you both grow together on how to handle your emotions better, and he becomes deeply loyal to you because of it.

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Mista:

˙⋆✮ he absolutely loves your chaotic energy. you instantly become best friends, never leaving each others side. you’re expressive, affectionate, a little unpredictable- but he finds it fun and comforting at the same time.

˙⋆✮ you’d cling to him, dragging him into conversations or random adventures, and he just goes along with it. half the time he doesn’t even know what’s happening, but he’s laughing anyway and would never turn down some silly side quest with you.

˙⋆✮ romantically, it’s loud, messy, and full of physical affection. he’s the type to throw you over his shoulder, rest his head on yours, or complain dramatically if you don’t give him attention.

˙⋆✮ but when you get emotional or insecure, he surprises you. he softens, sits with you quietly, (maybe awkward at first), but he stays. he would never run from your feelings.

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Abbacchio:

˙⋆✮ at first? he does not understand you.

˙⋆✮ your bubbly, affectionate, emotionally expressive nature clashes hard with his guarded, cynical personality. he probably thinks you’re naive or just too much.

˙⋆✮ but over time, he starts noticing the depth behind it. the way you care so intensely, the way you don’t fake your emotions- and that gets to him.

˙⋆✮ you’re one of the few people who can sit near him and just talk, even if he doesn’t respond much. and somehow… he doesn’t tell you to leave.

˙⋆✮ your romantic connection is very slow-burn. but once he realises that he actually does care about you, it’s deep. he won’t say it outright, but he shows it in small ways. such as making sure you’re safe, silently staying near you, or stepping in when things get too heavy.

˙⋆✮ you soften him. and he protects that softness in you.

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Fugo:

˙⋆✮ you fascinate and frustrate him at the same time.

˙⋆✮ your emotional spontaneity clashes with his need for control and logic. he doesn’t always understand why you act on feelings so freely, but he can’t deny that it draws him in.

˙⋆✮ you’d probably be very affectionate toward him in a gentle, non-threatening way, which helps him feel safe. you don’t push him, you just exist warmly near him.

˙⋆✮ romantically, he struggles. a lot. he’s scared of hurting you, especially because you’re so emotionally vulnerable. but that’s also why he values you so much, and tries so so hard to constantly make you proud of him.

˙⋆✮ you become one of the few people he actively tries to be better for. when you get emotional, he doesn’t always know what to do- but he stays, and that matters enough for you both.

jean pierre polnareff had faced death more times than he could count. he had fought assassins, monsters, and stand users with abilities that defied logic itself. he had stared down terror- and yet somehow, nothing terrified him more than you.

not because you were dangerous. no, but because you were dense.

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his feelings blossomed for you long before the journey to egypt.

back when the two of you wandered europe, chasing rumors of stand users and cheap food, polnareff had already known. somewhere between your laughter echoing through narrow streets and the way you always had his back in a fight… he fell. hard.

“today’s the day,” he muttered, pacing in circles. “i will confess. like a man.”

you sat nearby, completely unaware, focused on cleaning a stain off your t-shirt from the previous breakfast (except the cloth was bone dry). “you said that yesterday.” you reminded him.

“and the day before that,” you added casually, not even looking up.

polnareff froze. “…you heard those?”

“of course.” you chirped, unaware of where his sudden panic came from.

“…and?”

“and you’re very determined,” you said, smiling.

he just stared at you. how do you not get it?!

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and now, years later, in the desert, not much had changed.

one key thing was that you were now traveling with jotaro, joseph, avdol, and kakyoin. polnareff had just assumed-hoped-that maybe, just maybe, something would click for you once you saw how badly the rest of the group ship you two together.

it didn’t.

“just tell her,” jotaro said flatly, leaning against a wall one day.

“i am trying!” polnareff snapped, not expecting any other answer to come out of the tall broody man’s mouth.

kakyoin adjusted his glasses, amused. “from what i’ve observed, your ‘subtle hints’ are anything but subtle.”

“exactly!” polnareff pointed at him. “so why doesn’t she notice?! i mean, she can be a bit slow sometimes, but-”

across the yard of the hotel you were staying at, you unknowingly cut him off and waved frantically to catch his attention. “polnareff! look, i found a cool rock! and it looks edible!” you joyfully called to him, paired with a wide grin plastered across your face.

“…she thinks i’m showing off when i flirt,” he whispered, devastated. “thinks i’m talking about someone else, probably..”

joseph deeply laughed at him, clearly amused that his relationship-issues years were long gone. “kid, i haven’t seen someone miss signals this badly since—well, me, actually..”

avdol, ever wise, crossed his arms. “perhaps a more… direct approach is necessary.”

that one comment caused polnareff’s eyes to widen.

then slowly, dramatically, he snapped his fingers. “of course… the stands.”

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later that evening, you stood alone, stretching after a long day of digging up fancy edible-looking rocks. a shimmer of silver appeared beside polnareff, silver chariot materialising and gleaming in the sunset, when you were too deep in organising the rocks to notice was even there.

“alright,” polnareff whispered. “you can do this. you’re literally my soul.”

silver chariot struck a confident pose, his chest propelled far out as his arms created a dazzling swan-look. across from you, your stand emerged-calm, composed… and immediately uninterested.

polnareff clenched his fists. “okay. onto step one; charm.”

silver chariot approached your stand, dramatically placing a hand over where his heart would be, then gesturing toward you with theatrical devotion.

your stand blinked in return. clearly processing what was going on. then… gave a polite thumbs up.

“…no, no, i’m not encouraging you!” polnareff hissed.

silver chariot tried again- this time kneeling, presenting a single imaginary rose.

your stand… she finally, actually accepted it. then ate it.

“…that was symbolic!” polnareff cried aloud, finally attracting your concentration away from those stupid rocks.

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from a distance, the group watched in a mixture of disbelief and awe.

joseph was barely holding it together, mumbling back insults such as “i’ve never seen a stand fail at something so simple.”

avdol and kakyoin couldn’t fight back the sigh they both simultaneously made, agreeing how even your souls seem to be incompatible in telling eachother how you truly feel.

they all thought it was over as you brought your attention back to the rocks, deciding to give up and turn to face each other to discuss more important matters. that was, until jotaro witnessed the most horrifying thing that he’s ever seen, to this day.

“oh- he’s going again..” he muttered out, causing the rest of the gang to snap their heads around and see an incredibly determined polnareff, who only took it further.

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“alright! step two!”

silver chariot struck his feet into the ground, then began miming an entire love confession. this included pointing to himself, then to your stand, then forming a heart shape with exaggerated flair. apparently, more actions continued to be made, but the group has sworn secrecy to never tell you what those were..

whilst taking in the whole scene playing out behind your back, your stand stared. paused, then… copied the motions exactly, pointing to itself. then to silver chariot. then making the same heart.

polnareff gasped instantly, his whole body radiating joy. “IT WORKED?!”

you turned, noticing the commotion. “oh! are they playing a game?” you asked, noticing both of your stands staring each other down.

“…a game?” polnareff echoed weakly.

“yeah!” you said brightly. “it feels like they’re practicing synchronized movements. that’s really cute!”

polnareff’s soul mentally left his body, leaving silver chariot, to complete whatever ‘step three’ would’ve been, since he stupidly didn’t plan one thinking that you would’ve gotten the hint by his point.

anxiety riddled his stomach as he watched him gently reach out and take your stand’s hand, the anxiety turning into more of a punching feeling once your stand allowed it.. polnareff leaned forward, eyes shining and unaware if what he was seeing was actually happening.

his moment was ruined as you clasped your hands together. “aww! they’re such good training partners!” you cooed, blissfully unaware of polnareff’s growing irritation.

that was it. the large man next to you dropped to his knees in the sand, screeching out “why is fate so cruel?!” and “why don’t you understand!”.

thankfully, just as he was about to go even more insane than he already felt, the rest of the group approached.

joseph’s knees cracked as he leant down and patted his back, mumbling “you got further than i expected.”

jotaro ruined the moment by casually shrugging. “just say it already.” he said in his usual uncaring voice, just wanting polnareff to pull himself together.

he looked like he was genuinely contemplating it, before you ruined the moment again. “what are you all talking about?” you questioned, your head leaning as far back as possible to see them all.

everyone went quiet.

polnareff slowly stood. this was it. no stands, no theatrics, just him. he walked up to you, heart pounding louder than in any battle he’d fought.

“y/n,” he said, voice uncharacteristically steady. you looked at him curiously, but only made him hesitate more. your eyes were soft and patient, waiting for him to say the thing that’s been on the tip of his tongue for years.

“…i really, really like you,” he finally said.

the desert wind passed between you as you slowly blinked, unsure if you were hearing him correctly.

he was expecting you to say some stupid comment such as how of course he likes you since you’re best friends, so struggled to keep his hopes up. that was until you smiled- gentle, warm, and understanding in a way he hadn’t seen before.

“i know,” you chirped, a wide grin showing on your face. and then polnareff froze.

“…you know?”

you nodded. “you’ve been trying to tell me for years.”

“…then why—?!” he spluttered, moments away from dropping into his knees.

“because you’re more fun to watch when you’re trying. plus, why would i ask you myself? you’re the man.” you giggled softly, clearly proud of your work of putting him under stress for ages.

behind you, joseph bursts out laughing. kakyoin turned away to hide his chuckling, but his shoulders shaking gave it away. even jotaro let out as much of a smirk that he could muster.

“YOU KNEW?!” polnareff shouted, face turning bright red. you just stepped closer, taking his hand- this time, unmistakably intentional.

“and i like you too,” you added. “always have.”

polnareff’s brain stopped working entirely, instead leaving the work to his stand. silver chariot appeared beside him, striking a loving pose. your stand replied in another thumbs up; this time in acknowledgement that your plan of being nonchalant had actually worked.

avdol looked at you, then back at polnareff. “perhaps she understands more than she lets on…” he suggested, nodding towards you with a concerned yet intrigued look.

that was believed, until you took a hard bite into one of the ‘edible’ looking solid rocks you’d been piling up for an hour.

things between you and grimmjow used to be perfect. you were both highly rated espadas with a bright future, but even more than that, you enjoyed each others company. as close partners you would terrorise the soul reapers together, keenly serving aizen and ensuring that you both kept eachother happy.

that was until things changed. as aizen grew stronger and stronger, his hatred towards what he considered ‘weak’ espadas did too. unfortunately for you, that included yourself.

you had no where to go. nowhere, except to ally with ichigo. of course you didn’t leave without begging grimmjow to come with you, since he’d become the closest person you’d attached yourself to. yet of course, as you expected, he snorted in your face and left you alone. you were only surprised by the fact that he didn’t kill you there and then.

and so, you ended up swapping sides alone. not all things were bad, such as how you slowly began to realise how different things were. they didn’t tear into you if you messed up, and eventually they grew to become real friends.

the only thing that fully rubbed you the wrong way was when you saw grimmjow again. only this time it wasn’t to fight against eachother, but it was because he came to support ichigo.

thankfully the rest of the group never knew how close the two of you use to be, but that never stopped them from teasing the pair of you to date since you had been the only ex-espadas in the group.

although once all the fighting was over, it seemed as if grimmjow had never existed in your life in the first place. you had gone from being sole-tied, to enemies, to alright friends again, and now to nothing. you craved his presence with your entire heart, desperate to just have one more drink with him and laugh until you were crying. however, even after 3 whole years, your prayers were never met. and you learnt to cope without him.

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it was past midnight, the soft hum of the street lamps contrasting against the dark, reminding you of how long your shift had been. your feet dragged as you walked down the streets of karakura, heading home with your hands stuffed in your pockets.

everything was rather calm, until the familiar purr of a specific someone’s spiritual pressure alerted you that they were approaching. your skin instantly erupted in goosebumps, ripping your flimsy earphones out from your ears.

grimmjow steps out of the darkness, his expression smug, and of course paired with that signature grin stretched across his face.

"oi, long time no see." he hollers out, arms stretched wide towards you.

“grimmjow, how nice to finally see you again.” you say sarcastically, whilst folding you arms tight across your chest, desperate to keep any warmth in from the on-growing chill crossing your body.

he chuckles, the sound low and rough whilst leaning against a nearby wall, eyeing you with that same cocky smirk.

"feisty as always, huh?" he teases, a hint of amusement in his tone. "can't say i've missed that attitude of yours."

he smoothly pushes off the wall and strolls casually towards you, his footsteps quiet yet deliberate.

“can’t say i’ve really missed you at all.” you hum, not daring to budge from your spot.

grimmjow feigns being hurt, bringing a hand to his heart.

"oh, you wound me," he says dramatically, the sarcasm thick in his voice. "here i am, ready to give you a warm welcome, and this is the kind of reception i get? i'm heartbroken."

he takes a few more steps closer until he's standing right in front of you, looking down at you and clearly not bothered by the invasion of personal space.

“well, i told you to join ichigos team at the same time as me, did i not? and when you did follow along later than me it was purely because of your own selfish greed!”

your words saw grimmjow’s smug smirk be replaced by a flicker of irritation.

"oh, here we go again," he says through clenched teeth. "you never let that go, do you? it's been over a couple of years already, and you're still holding onto that." he crosses his arms, mirroring your stance. “join ichigo's team, you said. just like that, as if it's some simple decision. you know it's not that easy for me, especially back then."

“do you really think it wasn’t easy for me either?!” you yell back, suddenly feeling all the same emotions that had plagued your mind years ago. “aizen was ready to have my head on a stick if i failed one more mission!”

"yeah, yeah, i get it," he mutters, his tone less sharp now as he cocks his head, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. he's not used to seeing you tired and vulnerable like this. “i know i can be stubborn." he takes a step closer, the space between you shrinking.

"it's just... being an espada isn't something you can switch sides from easily, ya know? it's not like flipping a switch."

you can only sigh, putting your head into your hands. “look, i know, alright? it’s just hard to let go of some of these things.”

grimmjow's expression softens just a bit as he sees you rubbing your temples. he never liked seeing you upset, despite his tough exterior.

"tired, huh? don't tell me you've been pushing yourself too hard again," he says, his tone growing more caring. well, as caring as grimmjow can get.

he reaches out and gently cups your chin, tilting your head up so he can look directly at you. “you look like you're about to drop."

“i think i will if i don’t get home soon. it’s already pitch black and freezing.” you chuckle through your teeth, slowly pulling your face away from his hold.

before you can protest, he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it over your shoulders. it’s not exactly designed for warmth, but the residual heat from his spiritual pressure keeps it oddly comfortable.

"fine, i’ll walk you back," he grumbles, falling into step beside you. "wouldn’t want you passing out in some alley. ichigo would never shut up about it."

his smirk returns, but softer this time. "and don’t think this means i’m nice now."

“well, considering you offered to walk me back when i don’t recall ever asking you to, that might be a sign that you’re improving.” you smirk at him, cuddling closer to his jacket.

he scoffs, but doesn’t pull away. "shut up," he grumbles, shoving his hands into his pockets. "you’re imagining things. i just don’t feel like dealing with ichigo’s nagging if you end up dead or something."

he stares at you, catching your smirk. "and stop looking so smug about it. this is a one-time thing." silence stretched amongst you two, before he silently mutters. "...maybe two-time."

his grin is all teeth, but there’s no real bite to it. if anything, he walks a little slower, matching your tired pace.

“well, i think i like the sound of that.” you smile at him, finally feeling like things could be going back to the way they were.

grimmjow, never changing, huffs and glances away like he’s suddenly very interested in a random streetlamp. "don’t get used to it," he mutters, but there’s no real heat behind it.

after a moment, he risks a glance back at you, his smirk returning. "but... if you ever need backup on a mission or something, i guess i could swing by. just to keep things interesting." he shrugs, trying- and failing- to play it cool. "no big deal."

and as his arm brushes against yours a little more than necessary as you walk, neither of you mention it.

“oh really? you think i’m not able to handle myself?” you tease him, feeling your body subconsciously moving closer to his.

grimmjow snorts, deliberately bumping his shoulder against yours, hard enough to make you stumble slightly but not enough to actually knock you over.

“please," he drawls, rolling his eyes. "i’ve seen you trip over your own outfit. twice."

his grin is all arrogance, but the way his fingers tighten just a fraction around his sleeve betrays him, and he’s definitely not letting go anytime soon.

“a long time ago, okay!” you laugh, almost wheezing. “i was shorter back then, ive actually grown two whole inches taller.” you say with a sarcastically obvious smirk.

he barks out a laugh in the reply, the sound sharp and genuine. "wow, a whole two inches," he mocks, raising an eyebrow in exaggerated disbelief. "look at you, a towering giant now."

he pretends to measure you up and down, but realistically his gaze was just hovering your curves. "yeah, still short as hell."

he slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer so you're tucked against his side. "but at least you're still easy to pick up, i guess."

you can’t fight the blush as he pulls you in closer, and the next thing you knew he had swept you off your feet and had you in a bridal style grip. “grimmjow! what are you doing?” you manage to get out whilst giggling.

he grins down at you, his arms secure under your knees and back like he’s done this a hundred times before.

“whaaat, can’t a guy carry his favorite ex-espada?" he teases, tightening his grip just enough to make sure you don’t slip. "you were dragging your feet like some lost puppy. figured i’d speed things up."

he adjusts you slightly, his smirk widening when you squeak in surprise. "relax, i’m not gonna drop you. unless you keep squirming." his tone is light, but his hold is firm.

“well, i’m glad i’ve climbed up the ranks of favourite ex-espadas. however many of them you know that are still alive.”

the corners of his eyes crinkle with amusement. "yeah, don't get too cocky about it," he teases, but there's a hint of warmth in his tone.

he walks slower, his strides steadying since he seems to not be in a rush to get you home. "and since you're staying still..." his grip tightens once more, pulling you even closer against his chest. the warmth that radiates from his body is almost comforting, making you feel oddly secure. “this isn't half-bad," he mutters almost to himself, his gaze dropping to you for a moment before looking ahead again.

“yea, i suppose it could be worse.” you mutter back, softly resting your head against his broad shoulder.

his arm shifts underneath your knees to pull you up a little higher, although he doesn't say anything, just hums softly in response to your muttered comment. as he walks, you can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, surprisingly calm and steady for a man like him. he can't stop the protective need to not glance down at you every now and then, his gaze flickering between the path ahead and your relaxed expression.

the silence between you is broken after a few minutes. "you gonna pass out on me?" he asks gruffly, clearly trying to disguise his concern.

“maybe if we were further away, i forgot what it felt like to not be on my feet all the time. my house is just on the left.” you yawn out, almost sounding disappointed that the walk was over.

grimmjow huffs in agreement, his stride faltering slightly as realization sinks in. he had almost not wanted to reach your house so quickly.

he shifts his grip on you again, positioning you more securely in his arms. "yeah, alright, princess," he mutters, the nickname slipping out almost unconsciously. and without another word, he turns left, heading down the path you indicated.

you blush so hard at his pet name for you that you secretly have to burry your face deeper into his chest. his smirk returns as he feels your face nuzzle into his chest, and he won't admit it, but he's enjoying this way more than he should. “this one here, number 4.” you sleepily mutter out, attempting to point at it but he caught it quickly and trapped it under his arm.

he stops directly in front of a small house, the number '4' displayed prominently by the door. without a word, he lowers you until your feet are planted on the ground, still keeping one arm around your waist for support in case you've grown clumsy from being carried.

“here we are," he murmurs, his gaze locked on your flushed face. "now, get inside before you fall over."

“thank you for walking me. it was.. really nice to see you again.” you smile at him, before opening the front door and hovering at the entrance.

he shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels. he hesitates, like he wants to say something, then shrugs nonchalantly.

“no big deal," he says, his tone casual again. "couldn't have you face-planting in the gutter. it'd be bad for my reputation, you know, leaving a girl behind." he glances at you lingering at the threshold, his eyes softening just a fraction in the moonlight.

“well, since you carried me im slightly more awake than i would’ve been. would you like to maybe.. come in for a little bit?” you ask whilst nervously biting your bottom lip.

grimmjow's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your offer, but he quickly covers it up with a smirk.

“you asking me in, huh?" he says, his tone teasing but with a hint of genuine surprise. he leans casually against the doorframe, his gaze roaming over you, assessing.

“i mean, if you're desperate enough for company to invite me into your home, who am i to say no," he drawls, feigning nonchalance. he steps forward without hesitation, crossing the threshold into your home, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel.

he glances around with casual interest, though his attention keeps flicking back to you. "so. what exactly did you have in mind, huh?" his tone is playful, but there’s an undercurrent of something else, something warmer, beneath the teasing.

the moment he said that, you realised that you actually had no idea. “well, i could make you a drink? what do you want?”

grimmjow follows you further into the house, his gaze roaming over the cozy interior. he's not very familiar with the way mortals decorate their homes, and he’s surprised you’d mastered it so well, but he tries to act like he's seen it all before. he drops down onto the couch with a scoff, spreading his legs wide and getting comfortable. "whiskey. if you've got it, that is."

of course you knew he’d say that, since the whole time you’ve known him that’s all he tends to drink.

he leans back on his elbows, eyeing you with a lopsided grin. "and don't forget the ice; you know i like it cold."

“if there’s one thing i know about you grimmjow, then i should’ve been expecting that.” you chuckle before heading to the kitchen.

his chuckle rumbles through his chest, his gaze following you into the kitchen. "damn right you should've," he calls out after you. he leans his head back, letting out a content sigh as he hears you rummaging around in the next room. the domesticity of this situation is so far from your usual encounters that it's almost surreal.

“don't poison me, princess." he says teasingly as you return with his whiskey and a cup of tea for yourself.

“well, there goes my evening plans.” you sarcastically scoff at him, seating yourself a reasonable distance away from him.

he sits up straight as he sees you come back with the drinks, accepting the whiskey glass from your hand with a nod. "appreciated, doll." he takes a sip, his eyes flickering in approval as the alcohol burns down his throat. "damn, you know your liquor." he gestures at your cup of tea. "and that's just weak leaf-water."

“hey, i like it!” you giggle, cupping the drink in your hands and blowing on it softly.

he relishes in your defensive tone, suppressing a smirk. "i'm just saying, princess. oh, don't tell me you're one of those lightweights who can't handle their alcohol." he takes another sip of his whiskey, eyeing you with a hint of amusement. he leans forward, his gaze roaming over you again. "now that would be disappointing."

you try to turn away from from him to hide the blush under your eyes, mumbling “okay, i’m not that^ bad at handling it. it could be worse.”

he barks out a laugh at your embarrassed expression, clearly enjoying himself watching you squirm under his gaze.

“that's not saying much," he says with a smirk. "you're the size of a damn toothpick. one drink and i'd probably have to carry you back to your bed." he takes another sizable gulp of his whiskey, his throat bobbing as the liquid slides down.

“fine then. challenge accepted.” you say, shooting off the sofa and grabbing his cup on the way back to the kitchen. the sound of your tea being chucked down the sink could be heard through the other room, followed by the pour of whiskey being aimlessly chucked into your mug and him a refill for him.

he’s already smirking from hearing the sound of your tea being poured down the drain by the time you re-enter the room, and he’s amused by how easily he's able to goad you into accepting his challenge.

“now that's more like it," he chuckles. "finally growing a spine."

“finally? oh hunny, i was an espada, you know?” you tease at him, pointing an accusing finger at him.

he watches as you top off your drink, his gaze never leaving you. "but don't say i didn't warn you. if you start hiccupping and drooling on my shoulder, i'm gonna make fun of you the whole night."

“who said you’re staying?” you smirk, however the teasing demeanour was ruined by the burn of the whiskey causing a crippled cough to come out of your throat.

as you looked up you saw a full-blown wolfish grin plastered across his face as he watches you struggle to handle the whiskey.

“you sure you don't want to stick to your tea?" he taunts, leaning back in his seat, taking a leisurely sip from his own glass.

“don’t you dare.” you say, moving closer to him and ditching the empty cup somewhere on the floor.

grimmjow's eyes darken at your challenge, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. "now that's what I'm talking about, princess." he sets his empty glass down on the table, his gaze locking with yours as you lean closer. the air between you crackles with tension as he watches you with a predatory gaze.

"y/n, remember who you’re playing with here," he mutters, the words low and dangerous. "you don't even wanna know what you're signing up for."

he reaches out, tracing a lazy finger along your jawline. "you sure you're feeling ballsy enough for this?"

“mhm. i am” you nod, blushing at his touch and subconsciously leaning into it closer. he loves the obvious effect he's having on you, seeing your flushed cheeks and shaky breath that only serves to stoke his own desire.

“confidence looks good on you, princess," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. his finger traces down your neck, pausing at the base of your throat to feel the flutter of your pulse against his skin. "you're either brave or just stupidly stubborn."

“bit of both, i think.” you gulp at his touch, remembering how long you’ve wished he’d show this affecting towards you.

“hmm, the most honest answer you’ve given me all night. i like it.” he scoffs, his hand dragging lower and lower.

“should give me more then.” you mutter, leaning closer to his touch with no shame.

“i’m thinking about it.. but you should know, i’m a greedy man.” he murmurs in your ear, his hot breath floating down your neck.

you thought your body was about to combust with need for this man, but all you could manage to do was nod maybe slightly too eagerly and whisper “yes, i want that.”

grimmjow's eyes darken at your needy little whisper. he's barely holding onto his self-control as it is, but just hearing you say those words out loud snaps something primal inside of him.

he moves in a flash, scooping you up by your legs and pinning you against the nearest wall in the space of a heartbeat. his body presses against yours, his hands roaming over every curve of your body as he towers over your smaller form.

he's breathing hard, almost snarling in your ear. "you have no goddamn idea what you're asking for, princess."

“i wanna find out, tho.” you pout, biting your lip and slowly peeling his jacket off your shoulders.

his gaze is molten at your sultry little comment. his hands move on their own, gripping your hips in a possessive hold as he helps you shrug out of his jacket. it allows his eyes rake over your form, taking in every inch of skin that's suddenly exposed to him. his fingers twitch, like he's itching to just strip you naked then and there.

he takes a deep breath, clearly trying to get his bearings. "damn, princess," he growls, his eyes practically glowing with hunger. "if you keep looking at me like that..."

“like what?” you cut him off, continuing to flash your lashes deep into his stare.

grimmjow bites down on a curse, his body tensing like a coiled spring. you're pushing buttons he didn't even know he had.

he pins you harder against the wall, his body pressed flush against yours, thumbs brushing over the bare skin of your thighs. "you have any idea how badly i want to taste you right now, princess?" he mumbles whilst pressing his solid cock against your stomach, trying desperately hard to not grind into you.

“s-show me.” you manage to get out through an on-growing desperate voice.

his control snaps at your breathy gasp. in a single fluid motion, he grabs your waist and spins you around, pinning you face-forward firmly against the wall with his body. his chest presses flush against your back, his breath hot on your neck. he leans in, his lips brushing against your skin as he murmurs, almost like a warning, "last chance to back out. once i start, i won't be stopping."

“i don’t wanna stop, please grim.” you whine, using the nickname for him that hasn’t left your lips in years.

he freezes at the nickname, the one only you ever called him, the one he hasn't heard in years. something raw and possessive flashed through his eyes, “fuck," he growls, spinning you around to face him once again before slamming his lips onto yours in a searing kiss. one hand tangled in your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss as his tongue slips past your lips. of course you let him in with ease, relishing in the overwhelming feeling of having his tongue explore your whole mouth.

he pulls back just enough to bite your bottom lip, his voice rough with need. "say it again."

“please, grim.. i- i need..”

he growls at your breathy plea, his patience completely gone. he lifts you up without warning, carrying you to the couch and dropping you onto it with a hard thump. he's on you in an instant, covering your body with his as he leans over you, his eyes dark with lust. "need what, princess?" he mutters, his hands roaming over every curve and dip of your body. "tell me what you need."

embarrassment suddenly overwhelms your body, and the words choke to get out. “i-i can’t do that..” you silently squeak out, covering your face with your arm.

grimmjow's expression softens at your shy reaction, but his eyes remain intense and focused. he gently pulls your arm from your face, pinning it beside your head as he leans in closer.

"doll, look at me," he murmurs, his voice rough but gentle. "don't be embarrassed. i want you to tell me." he leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses. "i want to hear you say it. or else i wont do anything."

that sudden threat stirred something deep inside of you, and it felt as if the words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could process what you were actually saying.

“grimm i n-need you to eat me out.. need it so bad.. please grimm, i’d do- i’d do anything i just need you..” you whimper, trying to tug your trapped arm free, only for it to be forcefully held down tighter.

“that’s a good girl, finally following instructions.” he cooed at you, before you saw his head disappear from your eyesight as he’d sunken down your body. you helped him take your pants off by lifting your husband much as you could, and they were off before you even noticed. if you hadn’t had a few drinks then maybe you’d feel embarrassed for sitting in just a t-shirt whilst your fully clothed ex-best friend hovered on top of you, but of course you had, and the only thing you could fathom was to push his head down.

his free hand that wasn’t holding your arm down swatted away the hand pushing at his head, as he sternly told you off. “no, bad. i’ll go at my own pace.” he warned, his breath fanning over your thighs.

the same thighs that he latched his mouth on, sucking and kissing all over them. the friction from his actions caused you to only grow needier for him, feeling the arousal dripping down onto the sofa, which of course did not go unnoticed by him.

“aww, is someone growing needy?” he smirks at you, his finger growing closer and closer to where you needed it the most.

“grimm, i swear to god i-“ and just as you were about to insult him, the words vanished from your throat and were replaced with a gasp when you felt the hot pressure of his lips wrap around your clit.

he never once relieved you by alternating to smaller licks, instead he kept drilling his tongue deep in and around your soaking cunt, replacing that straight away with sucking again.

you attempted to look down and what he was doing, but the arm that was still pinned above your head limited your movements.

“g-grimm! oh my god..” you cried out, your orgasm growing closer and closer as you clamped your thighs around his head.

that didn’t stop his pace, if anything he just sped up. as that feeling grew more intense, your body wriggled in the spot which conveniently encouraged grimm’s movements.

“ahh, that’s enough.” he groaned with a smirk as he ripped your thighs from either side of his head and pulled away from you, knowing full well what he was doing.

“you dick! i was so fucking close!” you whine out and forcefully smacked his chest in protest, pouting and turning your head away.

“hey hey hey, i’m not gonna leave you like this, who do you think i am?” he tuts at you, grinding his growing length fully against your pussy. despite his thin trousers, it didn’t stop you from feeling every inch of him.

“i wanna ride you.” you randomly declared, having to use all of your strength to push him up, and when you finally did you instantly straddled him.

you made quick work of undoing his trouser zip, the button easily falling out of place. his hard length angrily slid out into your hand, which you didn’t pay much attention to before lining himself up with your dripping cunt.

your hand shook with desperate need as you tried and tried to get him inside of you, but after multiple fails due to your blurred vision and grimm’s chuckles putting you off, he finally put the situation into own hands.

“awh, y/n, are you stuck? need a little help?” he said lowly at you, before taking his dick into his own hands and lining himself up with you perfectly, first try. he didn’t waste anytime faffing around circling you or anything nice. no, he rammed himself up into you first try, facing no suppression except from the way your pussy clenched him ridiculously hard once he was the full way in that made him see stars.

“f-fuckk.” he whimpered out, the first noise of pleasure you’d heard from him in a while. the sound did nothing to relieve you from the constant clench you had around him, unsure if your already tired cunt would be able to handle much more.

“god, you’re so tight. you don’t know.. how long.. i’ve been wanting to feel myself inside of you..” he gasped out, his cold demeanour diminishing right infront of your eyes.

his bold words of encouragement only egged you on to finally move against him, grinding and rocking your hips against him. it felt like heaven between your legs, and that feeling only doubled once you began to rise up and down on his length.

he was a grumbling mess beneath you, and combined with the sound of your sofa being pressed further and further into the ground only added to the sensations flooding through your body.

of course your stamina diminished rather quickly, having being out of the fighting scene for multiple years, but grimm picked up on your lack of senses and was swift to scoop up your thighs and began relentlessly thrusting up into your pussy like his life depended on it.

“o-oh.. grimm!” you squeaked out at the sensation of being in a new position, to the point where you couldn’t even bring yourself to conform a single illegible sentence when he finally found that sweet spot buried deep inside of you. however, he could instantly tell by the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and words began to babble from your mouth.

“is that the spot princess? i’ve always wondered where it would it would be.” he groaned out, hitting that spot relentlessly over and over.

your orgasm didn’t build up, it just hit you like a shockwave that instantly spread through your body. you didn’t need to tell grimm that, he could sense it though the way that you grew tighter around his length, meanwhile your body grew sloppy and flopped down onto his chest.

it didn’t take long for him to finish after you, not checking if it was alright to come inside of you or not, but of course he didn’t give a fuck anyway.

“oh grimm, that was.. that was,-“ you gasp out, still feeling him buried deep inside of you.

“i know. i’m just amazing like that.” he grinned at you, that playful tone and teasing smirk returning to his face as if he hadn’t just been a whimpering mess underneath you.

“wipe that smirk away, handsome. also, you’re staying tonight.” you state, slowly pulling off him with a whimper and stumbling in a very un-straight line towards his jacket that you had long ago shoved onto the floor, and sliding it back on.

“i think you’d find that’s mine.” he said cockily, standing up so quick that by the time you turned around his chest was practically pressed against yours.

“okay? and it’s my pyjamas for tonight.” you replied, easily matching his tone. as you began walking towards your bed, he followed closely behind like a wolf stalking its prey.

the domestic setting retuned as he watched you pee, loomed behind you whilst you brushed your teeth, and sat like a good boy on the closed toilet seat whilst you brushed his teeth for him (since you claimed he’d press down too hard and ruin the bristles). he grabbed you a glass of fresh water with a groan since you demanded one, and even had the decency to bring back a single damp paper towel to clean you up, which disintegrated the second it met your skin, but it’s the thought that counts.

as you turned away from him to finally get the sleep you’ve needed since yesterday, you were met with the unfamiliar yet comfortable warm feeling of his body pressed against yours. you swiftly began to drift asleep quicker than you had in years, your breath matched in the perfect symmetry. all was peaceful, until you heard those lustful and needy words leave his voice.

“round two?”

god. you were in for a long night.

Giorno:

˙⋆✮ you couldn’t be further from giorno’s type in women. he likes them elegant and well dressed, eager to hear about his life stories and perhaps maybe even a little unaware of his skills that charm the ladies. however, the moment he saw how competitive you were and how fiercely protective you are in battles when fighting for the gang, he knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore you for long.

˙⋆✮ he always thought he’d be with someone who would obediently listen to his devise for a plan, but when he saw how you’d argue back against his ideas and even try to offer better ones, he realised that this was much more enjoyable than plainly listing out a plan to someone who wouldn’t even be involved.

˙⋆✮ despite the ongrowing force pulling him towards you, he knew that dating someone from the same gang would only make things worse if anything were to turn sour. he didn’t necessarily feel bad for liking you, since you clearly wanted to be liked due to the skimpy red outfits you always wore, but he did feel guilt for the fact that you were a new member of the gang and already being chased after.

˙⋆✮ i would say that giorno would wait to ask you out until either he finished his mission of being capo, or you found out he liked you and had to force the rest of the gang to get him to ask you out yourself.

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Bucciarati:

˙⋆✮ now when i tell you this poor guy would’ve been SO ashamed of himself when he realised that he’d fallen for you. when he first met you, all he wanted to do was protect you from any and all harm in the world. but once he’d trained you up and saw how confident and prideful you were in the work that you’d learnt from him, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to ever fight the growing admiration in his chest.

˙⋆✮ only it wasn’t just admiration, the satisfaction from seeing how silky smooth your body moved in those adorable yet revealing outfits you wore didn’t help to diminish the feelings he had for you, which in turn only made him feel even guiltier for being attracted to you.

˙⋆✮ after knowing what you’d been through and personally recruiting you into the gang, he didn’t want you to feel as if the only reason he’d welcomed you in was due to his ongrowing affection towards you.

˙⋆✮ although, in the end none of that would’ve mattered to you, since despite his guilt in fancying you for so long, he still asked you out in the most romantic way possible through expensive dinner in your favourite restaurant.

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Mista:

˙⋆✮ at first this guy would not give a FUCK. after a couple days of you being in the gang, he was talking to narancia and giorno about how much of an asset you will be to this team due to your strong-willed nature. he, however, only had one thing on his mind. before he even processed how his words would come out, he blurted “yea, and she’s fit as fuck.”

˙⋆✮ he didn’t know about your lustful side at the time, and once he’d discovered it that didn’t do anything to stop him either. the only thing that switched his opinion was the rest of the gang putting him off the idea of you two being together and making him feel ashamed for ever liking you in the first place.

˙⋆✮ and so, every time he thought about you all he could remember was how the gang said he’d let the team down, as you were so cherished in the gang which meant that the others would do anything to keep you away from mista’s prying hands.

˙⋆✮ i mean, it’s not his fault you’re so gorgeous??

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Narancia:

˙⋆✮ the moment he saw you he almost dropped dead. he tells himself that it was love at first sight, but he obviously only tells the rest of the gang how much you benefit the group and how he respects that you’ve joined along with them.

˙⋆✮ at night he rocks himself to sleep through the constant aching need to be around you all the time, catching himself multiple times having to physically tie one arm to the bed because he’s convinced that his body would sleep walk to your room.

˙⋆✮ every time he sees you it’s a mixture of fireworks in his stomach, but also deep guilt. he doesn’t want to like you, since you’ve always been such a good friend to him, but he just can’t shake the feeling of how much he just wants to run his fingers through your hair or hold you until his hands go numb.

˙⋆✮ he knows he shouldn’t like you, but despite that he still always makes sure that he’s sat next to you in the smallest cars possible so he gets a chance to be pressed up next to you, or walks inhumanly close to you since his body betrays himself and always bumps shoulders with you.

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Abbachio:

˙⋆✮ he possibly feels the most guilty of them all. he claims that he’s never felt stronger feelings for anyone before, and often confides in bruno about what to do, since he’s the only one he can fully open up to. despite bruno’s words of encouragement, he still just can’t budge the growing feeling that he’d just ruin you with his short temper and intimidating personality.

˙⋆✮ when abbachio likes someone, he tries not to. which is what he found out the hard way. when you are speaking to him with those fluttering lashes and deep eye contact, it stirs something so unnatural in him that it contrasts with his guilt that just makes him come across as such a bitch.

˙⋆✮ he’d be surprised if you still liked him as a friend after some of the things he’s said to you, never once even daring to compliment your fighting and of course uses every insult under the sun against your stand. he just doesn’t want you to find out how he truly feels, and his way of coping is just to push you further and further away.

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Fygo:

˙⋆✮ oh he is so close to scratching down the walls every single time he thinks about you. he knows that you can’t be together because of his terrible anger that has ruined relationships before, but for some reason that doesn’t scare you away.

˙⋆✮ despite that, he feels so guilty for being possessive over you in front of the gang as he just thinks that he’s hogging you from everyone else, understanding full well that you’d never like someone like him.

˙⋆✮ but the guy just can’t help himself. he will make some romantic gesture and then instantly return home and beat himself up about how stupid he was.

˙⋆✮ not like that stops him either.. because he’ll do the same thing again tomorrow..

the arena roared with life, the kind of deafening energy that only a rival college hockey game could summon. banners waved, chants echoed, and the tension between the two most opposing teams that could’ve played in the league were playing against eachother in the semi-finals.

at the center of it all stood you as the captain… and of course the captain of the other team, jotaro kujo. your rival, your problem, and the one person you couldn’t stop loving.

he slammed his stick against the ground as the puck slid into your possession, adrenaline surging through your veins. across from you, jotaro adjusted his cap slightly, teal eyes sharp and unreadable as ever.

“try to keep up,” you muttered under your breath as you flew past him.

“fuck off,” he replied coolly, his voice showing an evident sign of annoyance but his voice low enough that only you could hear.

“don’t fall behind!” you chimed from infront of him, a teasing tone in your voice that only the pair of you could understand.

to everyone else, it looked like the usual exchange that containing a cold, biting and competitive undertone.

god, if they only knew.

your rivalry was legendary in the college. it didn’t even begin with hockey, it started when you joined the college a year later than everyone else and instantly ruined jotaro’s reputation at the ‘most competitive player’.

students from both universities lived for your matches. the college social media exploded every time the two of you so much as looked at each other, and commentators spun narratives about hatred, tension and unfinished business.

well… they weren’t entirely wrong.

but they weren’t right either.

because what they didn’t see was the late-night meetings behind the empty bleachers. the quiet conversations in dim locker rooms long after everyone else had gone. the way his hand would brush yours when no one was looking.. and linger just a second too long.

in current time, you collided into him mid-play, decking him hard into the boards.

“focus,” you hissed, breathless.

his hand caught your wrist for the briefest moment before letting go.

“i am,” he scolded back.

but his gaze softened- just for you. deep down he knew that you were only looking out for him, as you’d always done.

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you remembered the first time everything changed.

it was after a brutal match, the kind that left both teams battered and furious. you’d stormed into the empty hallway behind the finished match, throwing your hat against the wall, still seething.. only to find him there, leaning against the wall. waiting?

“come to gloat?” you snapped.

“no,” he said simply, followed by a pause that felt like an eternity.

“i came to see if you were okay.”

“oh did you fuck!” you chuckled sarcastically, turning your body around to face him, the physical drain from the match evident on your face.

“i did. i’m.. worried about how you’d react to losing.” he said softly, genuinely interested in your safety. however, your already agitated state wasn’t having any of it.

“just.. fuck off! ever since i arrived at this college.. it’s always been you vs me! i didn’t ask for this!.. sorry that im ‘threatening’ your social status of being mr fucking perfect at every sport that he gets thrown into!” you yell, gasping for breath out of your tired lungs.

“j-just.. just listen. okay? you are good enough. your team is lucky to have you if anything! you played perfectly, perhaps it was an.. off day for some of your members?” he said through slightly gritted teeth, but only in a way where he didn’t want to either offend you or send you fucking livid.

and maybe it was the look in his face that reeked of sympathy, or his soothing voice that took all of the negative thoughts out of your head.. but the next think you knew you had the front of his jersey scrunched up in your hand as he was pressed up against the wall.

“you drive me fucking insane. i can’t tell wether i want to rip your clothes or your face off.” you spat at him once again; a mixture of both soured disgust and suggestion.

“well, since ripping my clothes off came up first in your head, how about you do that?” he smirked down at you, who was really just an innocent little thing in his head that could control the whole mass of a human he was in a heartbeat.

and so one kiss led to many.. many.. different things. and those things didn’t quite end with one night.

that was the beginning of the end.

or maybe… the start of something neither of you could stop.

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finally snapping out of your trance, you weaved through defenders, heart pounding as you closed in on the goal. the crowd screamed your name, but you barely heard it over the rush in your ears.

until, sudden interception from your right. jotaro.

of course it was him.

“you’re predictable,” he said, skating backward effortlessly, puck under his control.

you scoffed, instantly chasing after him. “you wish.” you mumbled, instantly locking onto his path.

as he moved, you followed. not just because it was your job, but because you knew him. the way he shifted his weight, the subtle giveaways that no one else noticed.

you finally stole the puck back after he’d taken you on laps around the pitch without even bothering to shoot, and after all of that he smirked.

“good.”

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it was halftime. you sat in the locker room, head down, trying to steady your breathing. whilst your teammates talked strategy around you, your mind was elsewhere. on him. always him.

that was until a soft knock came at the side door, ripping you out of your trance. it wasn’t until you heard that same 8 beat rhythm that the rest of your team easily took as a fan trying to grab their attention, that your heart skipped a beat. you slipped out quietly, and there he was.

jotaro stood in the dim corridor, arms crossed, expression guarded- but his eyes softened the moment he saw you.

“you’re pushing too hard,” he said.

“you intercepted me,” you shot back.

“you let me.”

you stepped closer, lowering your voice. “don’t play those games with me.” you said whilst clenching your teeth, an accusing finger pointing at his chest.

“don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.”

a dangerous silence stretched between you.

“i hate this,” you whispered. “pretending we’re enemies.”

he looked away slightly. “it’s easier.”

“for who?” you accused, fearing his answer.

he didn’t answer, but his hand brushed yours. whilst you may have wished that he spoke more than he touched; it sure did work.

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the final period of the match began. the score tied.

the crowd were on their feet at this point, tension suffocating them. this was it, the climax of the rivalry everyone obsessed over (and the main reason many of them came).

you played harder than ever, every movement precise, every breath burning. jotaro was everywhere you were, blocking, intercepting, pushing you to your limits. as always, of course.

with seconds left, the puck slid loose between you.

time slowed as you both reached for it.. and just for a fraction of a second, your eyes met.

and in that instant, everything you’d been holding back- the secrecy, the frustration, the longing, rose to the surface.

you took the shot, and the puck flew past the opposing goalie to score your team the win.

the arena erupted, but you barely heard it.

because jotaro was coming toward you, but not like a rival or an opponent.. like something else entirely.

the crowd buzzed once again, murmurs spreading as he stopped right in front of you. maybe they were expecting a full on fight, a plea for a rematch, or maybe even a sarcastic handshake full of tension?

“you won,” he said, but only loud enough for you to hear.

“yea, barely,” you scoffed, trying to turn away from him. but, something stopped you dead in your tracks.

“i’m tired of this.”

your breath caught. “jotaro-” you attempted to mumble, unsure of what you’d do without your sneaky nights away with him.

“i don’t care what they think anymore.”

your heart pounded for a second, not expecting those words to come from him at all.

“..are you sure?”

he reached up, adjusting his cap, then looked straight at you.

“uh, yeah. i mean it.”

and in front of everyone, he took your hand. gasps instantly rippled through the arena as phones came out to witness the rivalry shattering in real time.

“hey, i’m not pretending anymore,” he said.

and neither were you as you stepped closer, squeezing all of your anxiety out into his hand.

“finally,” you whispered.

because whatever came next.. the chaos, the headlines, the disbelief. it didn’t matter.

not compared to this, to him.

somewhere in the distance, the commentators scrambled to make sense of what they were seeing.

the greatest rivalry in college hockey, undone in a single moment when jotaro reached for your face and pulled you into the deepest kiss that you’ve ever felt from him.

and as jotaro stood beside you, hand still firmly in yours, you realised that you’d never felt more certain. even in the case of a ‘rivalry’.

you were never supposed to catch diego brando’s attention. and that was the problem. diego noticed everything.

you’d followed him across half the continent based on races, rumors, whispered sightings, always a few steps behind, always watching. you told yourself it was admiration, fascination, destiny. diego called it something else.

“do you know,” he said lazily, boots propped up as he leaned against a fence post, “how annoying it is to be stared at?”

your heart stuttered. you hadn’t heard him approach. one minute your eyes were scanning the race track from where he’d disappeared, and the next he was by your side.

“im.. s-sorry,” you muttered, your fingers curling into your sleeves. “i didn’t mean-”

“you did,” he cut in, his piercing green eyes staring sharp and bright, predatory with interest.

he suddenly straightened, circling you slowly like a raptor deciding whether the prey was worth the effort. “you’ve been following me for days.”

you swallowed so hard you almost thought you’d broken a bone in your neck, before slowly whispering “longer.”

that earned you a grin that was sharp, yet dangerous.

“oh?” diego stopped directly in front of you. too close. so much so that you could feel the heat of him, the arrogance rolling off his body like a challenge. “that’s bold. or stupid.”

despite your efforts not to, you looked up at him anyway. “i don’t care.”

and that single message from you caused something to shift.

diego’s smile thinned, curiosity sharpening into something darker. he reached out, two fingers tilting your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his. you should’ve flinched, but you didn’t.

“obsessive little thing,” he murmured. “do you know how many people would kill to be this close to me?”

“yes,” you whispered. “that’s why i wanted it.”

for a moment, the world held its breath. then diego laughed low, evidently pleased with himself.

“you’re either insane,” he said, voice dropping as his thumb brushed your lip, slow and deliberate, “or you understand me perfectly.”

your pulse was everywhere. your thoughts were his name.

he leaned in further, breath warm against your ear. “follow me again without permission,” he warned softly, “and i won’t be so gentle about catching you.”

your knees nearly gave out there and then, but diego had already pulled back, clearly losing interest.

you were certain there was still something unspoken between you. “but,” he added, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk, “don’t stray too far away, remain where i can see you. i hate losing my toys.”

and with that the shadows had swallowed him, and you instantly checked the schedule for his next race.

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3 months had passed, and of course you’d seen diego another 8 times since your last encounter. a couple times in any club after he’d posted a photo in a bar with a location but not a name, and you’d looked up images of every club in that area until one matched. once after he’d been spotted in a shopping mall, and the rest from sneaking around his stables.

you knew what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn’t help but obey what he’d said to you.. to not completely vanish.

well, that, and his subtle promise of what he’d do to you if when he does catch you.

it was a pretty ordinary sunday. you had no plans, and the weather was pretty dull and rainy, so you decided there was nothing better to do than go and sneak around diego’s stables once again.

you zipped up your usual light pink coat- not very hidden or secretive, but it was the only coat you owned that would cover enough of your appearance from him.

after parking your car around the corner of his hidden land and once again surprisingly easily making your way to your usual hiding spot in between the hay bales of his feed barn, you snuggled up and waited to see the brief yet enticing view of diego filling hay nets for his horses.

honestly, you were surprised he did most of the farm work himself. you suspected that he was the type to just underpay and overwork frail farmhands to tend to his 20 acres of land. or maybe that he’d-

you were about to finish your trail of thought, until a rough large hand gripped their fingernails into your arm and dragged you out from the corner in between two bales of hay.

“excuse me!-“ you squealed, your other arm instinctively reaching out to try and drag the persons hand off you.

you should’ve expected it really, should’ve just predicted that of course you’d look up and see dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

“what am i gonna do with you now then?” diego’s deep voice spat out in a mix of disgust and tease.

“i-im sorry.. i was only watching.” you gulped out, unsure if you were about to collapse or cry.

“oh trust me, im aware of that. but i thought id be nice and give you a bit of a show, why else would i waste my time filling these hay nets by myself?” he muttered as if it was common sense, his growing presence slowly looming on you.

“oh.. okay, well, i’ll be off then!” you chirped and attempted to walk away, but of course just slammed into his broad chest.

“hey now, i don’t think that’s a good idea. not unless you want that pretty car of yours being smashed up.” he taunts.

“well then, supposed id have to stay if that would happen?” you reply with a sudden wave of confidence, one that got instantly put down by a dark booming laugh that came up straight from diego’s chest.

“oh, who do you think you are? someone more than a needy slut in a child’s coat?” he snorted,

“how about you learn to do something good with your time and get on them knees, yea?” his tone suddenly switches, but it was still definitely not a question.

you instantly dropped to your knees, and in that time diego had pulled his pants down to the floor. the concrete floor was freezing in this wether, littered in straw that had strayed away from its bale. it dug and pinched your skin, but that sensation was instantly forgotten about when diego’s thick and throbbing cock was rammed down your throat.

it was all you could think about, not that you had much choice. you’d had dreams about doing this for years now, and every time you saw him your knees would feel like jelly, so why were you being so stiff?

“cmon.. i know you can do better than that.” diego grunts irritated, grabbing a chunk of your hair from the back of your head and thrusting into your mouth until your watery eyes were slipping around your lips.

maybe it was because it wasn’t supposed to be like this, he was supposed to be equally obsessed with you or at least let you take a little bit of control. after all the work you’d done to see him, he repays you like this whilst he just uses you like a random whore he could’ve found on the side of the street?

“i won’t beg,” he continued, “but i at least expected something better than whatever your doing after all this waiting i’ve done.”

that suddenly grabbed your attention, your eyes snapping to look up at him whilst his pace unexpectedly slows down.

“you ever wondered why i chose clubs near you? or seen me looking back over at you? stupid sluts like you never do in all fairness.” he scoffs from above you, but somehow those few yet powerful words flipped something inside of you.

despite his actual personality slipping through at the end, your mind was fogged by the possibility that maybe he had in fact been thinking about you as much as you had him.. and that hope was enough for you to start sucking on him like you’d never done before.

diego’s eyes flinched slightly at the sudden switch in power from you, but he relished in every second of it by matching your speed.

whilst he never made a single noise, you could tell he was enjoying himself by how white his knuckles were that had resorted to gripping the hay bale next to him.

the rain outside managed to mask the lapping sounds of your throat being entirely destroyed by his dick, but it probably wasn’t able to cover the spluttering noises you made after his warm cum shot down your throat.

“a little warning would’ve been nice.” you heaved out after swallowing back all of the tickling trickles that had slid down your throat. just as them words left your mouth, his hand reached down to your face and ripped you off your knees.

his grip was uncomfortably tight, but the look in his eyes staring into yours was possibly more so.

“watch that fucking mouth.” he spat, a sudden yet direct smack coming across your cheek and forcing your face to fall left, before it was once again dragged into his direction.

“i-im sorry diego, i didn’t mean it- it just shocked me! but a good shock! like a really good one i promise!” you suddenly went all high-pitched and couldn’t control your tone, internally beating yourself up.

“fuck sake you need some training.” he groaned whilst pushing you back into a hay bale before pulling his trousers up, his head falling back just enough so his hair caught the rain. once he’d resurfaced, the slightly dampened hairs had stuck to his forehead and began to drip into his eyelashes.

he looked half disappointed yet still half in a bliss, before his face fell entirely flat and he began to walk off.

but you needed more.

before you could even think, your pink coat was thrown and abandoned somewhere you’d never find under all the hay and you had to speed walk just to get within a meter of the man.

he must’ve sensed you, since he stopped walking. this was the part that you hadn’t planned, what to say.

“always going back to your old routes then, following me?” he taunts, slowly turning to face you.

you couldn’t fight the blush that rose on your cheeks, but some of that may have been from the sting of the slap you’d received moments before. “diego, please. i’ll do anything.” you beg, tempted to get on your knees again.

however, your decision was made for you as you were forcefully slammed face-first into the brick wall next to you.

“fine then. shut your mouth and take it.” he hummed, seemingly pleased by your cooperation. his hands didn’t waste time in roaming your body, he knew where your jean buttons were from the back and before you knew it they’d been chucked into a growing puddle on the floor.

it didn’t take long for him to begin drilling relentlessly into you, offering no prep since he must’ve deemed you already ready. the noises that spilled from your mouth surely would’ve alarmed anyone near you, but judging by diego’s smartness and the emptiness of the place you guess that he must’ve dismissed any farm hand that was supposed to be working that day.

the wall that your face was being pressed against smelt of wet bricks, but the other sensations in your body was distracting you from everything around you. it didn’t even feel like a long time, but you could feel your body growing closer and closer to the edge, causing a weak hand to reach behind you and try to gently push him away.

“trying to escape now? didn’t you want this?” diego tuts, but is quick to slip out of you to spin you around so that you were now facing eachother. it was then when he finally kisses you for the first time, his breath reeking of cigarettes and the tacky minty chewing gum he must’ve used to try and mask the after-taste.

you tried to say something, anything. maybe moan his name, or tell him that he tastes nice. but the sensation of his fat cock being rammed back inside of you sent your body flying forwards into his chest, only to be slammed back into the wall again.

he was rattling and whimpering by this point, the pair of you clearly overstimulated by the drawn-out orgasm that you’d been chasing for however long. you came first, with not much surprise, and endured whatever was left inside of him before you could feel the warmness of his sweet seed being pumped inside of you.

with a sweet giggle and smile, you cupped his face with watering eyes.

“i’ve been waiting for this moment for years..” you squeaked out, finally finishing the only accomplishment you’ve ever in your life.

“whatever. leave my farm now.” he grunts, his eyes never once meeting yours as he moves away and pulls his jeans up.

your heart instantly sank for what felt like the hundredth time today. you understood that maybe he didn’t want a long-term thing, but you’d put in all of this effort for it to end 10 seconds after something had happened?

maybe he realised the emotion that was portrayed on your face, since he chuckled to himself, before saying, “make sure you come back after 8pm tomorrow tho.”

and then he left. with a wink, of course. and so you fled from the farm to your car without looking back, and also super uper duper accidentally forgetting to pick up your thong from the floor after sliding your trousers back on.

Gyro Zeppeli:

˙⋆✮ you first attack johnny and gyro under valentine’s orders, trying to steal their corpse parts. you animate dead animals and fallen racers to corner them. however, you’re not malicious, just doing what you were told. gyro yells at you like you’ve never heard before, and of course you start crying immediately. although, the corpses are responding to your emotions. because of this, gyro disarms you instantly without hurting you, and immediately regrets yelling.

˙⋆✮ your stand doesn’t discriminate. if it’s dead, it listens. humans. horses. birds. trees. even long-dead grass buried under the sand. but you don’t see them as corpses. you call them your “sleeping friends” or “quiet helpers.” gyro thinks you are genuinely insane and swears you’ve cracked up, but when he needs your help he finds himself accidentally going along with it and telling you to summon your “zombie buddies”.

˙⋆✮ you genuinely believe that the corpses like you. gyro thinks that you are genuinely weird. you talk to them constantly, filling the silence of the desert with chatter. the first time gyro saw your ability in action, you didn’t understand why he screamed so loud.. it was just the dead moving.. “they’re just stretching” you tell him.

˙⋆✮ you sometimes let corpses “walk” beside you at night so they don’t feel lonely. gyro, on the other hand, has to yank his fast-pacing horse back because no way is he associating with all that.

˙⋆✮ when one is destroyed beyond use, you get upset like you lost a pet. gyro always lets out a sigh of relief that they’ve finally gone, but the second he’s finished another body is clawing its way out from under the sand.

˙⋆✮ you’re cheerful, messy, and impulsive, with zero sense of danger. however, you love books. especially adventure stories, but you read very slowly and mix words up. sometimes you just look at the pages and make up the story instead. thankfully, gyro has the ability to instantly switch into father mode, and he reads to you softly every night before you sleep under the stars.

˙⋆✮ you were never properly taught how to behave around people, and unfortunately gyro found out the hard way.

˙⋆✮ the first time you bit his finger was after an argument over which way was the direction out of ringo’s forest. he insisted on going left, even tho it was right and you were always right. the tension got too much for you, and the next thing he knew your mouth was latched onto his finger with the most pressing force that he could’ve sworn he heard his fingers cracking.. or your teeth. oh how he wanted to hit back so hard. but, he had to tell himself it’s not right to hit a child, which he still continues to tell himself despite how much you drive him up the walls.

˙⋆✮ however, whenever he tells you to pipe down because you’re “just a child”, you instantly fire back with the exact same excuse as always. “no. the prez told me i’m 16, so i’m actually 16 to you, thanks”. gyro doesn’t understand what he could’ve possibly done to turn you into such a spicy beast after only knowing you for a couple of days, but whatever he did he enjoys your temper really.

˙⋆✮ after hanging around with gyro more, you start to realise that you like hearing his praise more than you like winning. gyro becomes a safe space for you, hiding behind him when you get scared.. even if you’re the person people are most fearful of.

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Johnny Joestar:

˙⋆✮ it’s safe to say that you and johnny didn’t step off on the right foot.

˙⋆✮ johnny notices that something was wrong with you immediately. as the dead are dancing around the three of you, you aren’t scared unlike them. in fact, you’re.. smiling? he instantly realises that this is your doing, and he also instantly realises that he wants absolutely nothing to do with you.

˙⋆✮ but of course, gyro always has the last word, and you were now stuck with the pair of them. brilliant. he hates how your stand isn’t violent by nature, but by obedience- and that frightens him more than any other stand user they’ve already met.

˙⋆✮ after hearing you glaze the fuck out of funny valentine for almost 2 days straight, he finally cracks. “listen up little boy, the president doesn’t give two flying fucks about you!” he finally spits out. however, that innocent look in your eye caused him to feel more regret then he thinks he’d ever felt before.

˙⋆✮ that innocent look in your eye didn’t last long at all. the next thing he knew, your teeth had latched around his finger and was biting down hard. unlike gyro, johnny’s not the one to beat around the bush, so once you’d finally let go he bee-lined straight to your finger and bit down equally as hard as you’d done. it’s safe to say you didn’t bite johnny again after that.

˙⋆✮ johnny doesn’t know how to speak to children, so when he tried to explain what death is to you, he’s blunt. too blunt. what he wasn’t expecting was for you to ask “but if they’re gone forever, why do they stay with me?”. and he doesn’t have an answer for that one unfortunately. what he does do however, is avoid killing anything near you whenever possible, as he doesn’t want you giving him any ‘new friends’.

˙⋆✮ once he does finally warm up to you, he allows you to ride behind him on his horse (since gyro refuses), and you cling onto him whilst he has to listen to your screams of joy whenever they chose to gallop through the desert. it doesn’t take long for you to find a group of dead travellers, so of course you use your stand to take their horse and ride that one instead.. johnny couldn’t have been happier.

˙⋆✮ when gyro passes out asleep at night, johnny is often left to his own thoughts. “how come you don’t flinch at the sound of a gunshot, but you break down into hysterics if someone shouts at you?” johnny asks you one night. “you like.. sent here by the government or somet?” he chuckles to himself. “yea! i was!” you giggle back.

˙⋆✮ at night, you animate dead wolves to guard the pack as you sleep. although in the mornings, one of your favourite things to do is bring a dead desert bush to life and scrub the thing in his face to wake him up.

˙⋆✮ johnny becomes quite territorial of you as the race progresses, and he knows that every time they collect a new corpse piece you are put into even more danger from funny valentine. he knows that the president used you, and that the world will too.