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Used 'Too many beds,' from the "reverse tropes," as a prompt for this fic.
After the events of N'Doul, you stay with Kakyoin at the hospital, waiting for the rest of the group to come. While being led to the room Kakyoin would be staying in, instead of an empty room, you see... mattresses? Watch out! An enemy appears with a power able to rival your own!
JJBA x fem!reader, TW: Swearing, mentions of death, a dead body, mentions of blood, fighting
Word Count: 2,156
'Text' = thoughts, "Text" = music
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No Time To Talk
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"Egypt!?"
You knew you should have denied when this teen and his grandpa began raving about a hundred year old vampire who was killing the teen's mom spiritually. Of course, with the context of Stands, you were more willing to believe them; Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammed Abdul, and Jean-Pierre Polnareff.
You were in the same boat as Kakyoin-- no commitment other than to Jotaro's mom, a stranger. While you knew the trip would be life threatening-- you weren't expecting a grave example.
The Emperor and Hanged Man. At first, you played your part. Minded your own business, even managed to tune out Polnareff's and Abdul's argument. You'd barely met them; you didn't want anything to do with their drama.
The whole day became one moment. You, Mr. Joestar, and Kujo stared down at Abdul's dead body. You couldn't help but feel a rattling terror and chill. You'd just met this man in Singapore, and now he was dead. Kakyoin and Polnareff were nowhere in sight.
"What--? What do we do?" You shutter.
No one said anything. Not a noise slipped out.
That day was a while ago. You still think of it-- or, well, it haunts you. Your encounter with N'Doul was arguably also terrifying. Another Stand reliant on sound? Not to mention the useless dog the team acquired. Your headphones were destroyed in that battle-- truly the biggest lost to you.
It did save you, though, temporarily.
All of this runs through your head before a doctor approaches. "Miss [L/N]?" You look up. "We are placing Mr. Kakyoin in his room. Please follow me,"
You stand and follow the moving MD. Your mind is still in a static. "Is he okay?"
"Yes, the main damage was fortunately done to his eyelids rather than his eyeballs." The doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Still, there was some damage, and his eyes need to heal."
"Hey, I'm a big fan of it not being as bad as it could have been," you exhale. "How long will it take?"
You begin to see two nurses rolling a bed towards you and the doctor. It seems you are meeting Kakyoin at his room. "We estimate around two weeks,"
"Shit, two?" You look to the doctor. "That's a long time."
"Optimal for healing,"
The doctor stopped with the bed next to the door. As the doctor opened it, the bed was reoriented to fit through the door. You entered.
"What the fuck?" Bed upon beds upon beds. The room is littered with them. "Is this a storage room or what?"
"Ehm..." The doctor is also looking around the room, confused. "N-no! This is.. this is supposed to be Mr. Kakyoin's room! The key is only for this room,"
You snatch the key. "Let me see that!" You turn and compare the number on the key to the one on the door. "Doc, someone's gotta be fuckin' with you! Why are there so many goddamm beds!?" You throw the key back at the man, growing more frustrated.
"To use against you, [Y/N]~!" A voice echoed from within the beds.
You shoot your head around. "Seriously?" you groan. "Can we not get a day off?" The static was ringing now.
"Your Stand is formidable, I hear," the voice coo'd. "I was beyond elated to have been assigned to handle you and Noriaki!" The doctor was yelling in fear, backing out of the "bed" room.
"Yeah? I can tell by the way you talk, you're overcompensating," You scoff at them. "Why don't you show yourself and see how 'formidable' my Stand is!" You point at the beds, challenging the user.
"Oh, please, as much as I would love to, I also enjoy living." The voice laughed, the source being thrown around the room. "First, the battlegrounds should be in my favour!"
A loud thwap echoed around the room as each and every mattress slapped themselves against the walls of the room. One even managing to slam the door behind you. You look around, now spotting the source of the comments and mattresses.
"Cushioning the walls?" You fold your arms. "I'm guessing so when I beat you, you won't hit them so hard?"
"Don't you hear the difference already, [Y/N]?" They tapped on their ears. "I've made the room sound-proof. The noise we make doesn't bounce back, or echo-- and no noise can get in." They smiled widely.
Your eyes widened. "S-so what?" You stutter, pointing a sharp finger at them.
"So what?" They laughed loudly. "Your Stand, Ace's Wand, is entirely reliant on noises and your feelings. I also know, you don't do well without your music, so-!" They spread their arms out defiantly. "-I have made you your own personal Hell!"
"Shit," you mutter. "So what's your power? Mattress making and manipulation?"
"My Stand is Knave! It's a bit more intricate than that," they explained. "I can create objects from nothing and manipulate them as I please. Mattresses were simply the most inconspicuous object for me to make and plaster."
"Inconspicuous?" You doubted
"It got you in here, didn't it?"
"...Touché."
"Enough talk!" The Knave's wielder yelled, a sparkling object beginning to form in their hand. They launched it towards you before it was fully created.
You gasp, rolling out of the way of the brick hurdling towards you. "Ha!" You taunt, perhaps too early. "ACK--!" A strong heavy force smashes into the back of your head. The brick finally crumbled and seemingly vanished.
"Did you forget the part where I can manipulate what I create?" They snickered, another object beginning to form in their hand.
You groan from the ground, holding your bleeding head. Your vision hurts and blurs, but you're coherent enough to be pissed.
'With enough blows like that, I will forget!' You think to yourself. 'I have to try and use my Stand-- even if it'll be hard to control without music!'
You begin to stand, shakily. Another brick hurdles towards you-- this time you duck down. You summon your Ace's Wand-- partially. You hear the brick change trajectory towards you again. Waiting for the last second, you twist out of the way, allowing the brick to instead smash into the ground.
"Using your Ace to hear my moves, eh?" They hummed. "They may not do as much damage, but perhaps quieter objects will do!"
"Fuck you!" You sprint towards the enemy, almost tripping. You raise a confident fist and throw it towards them. You see them try to raise an arm in defense, but they're too slow.
Your knuckles collide into their face-- you can feel their skin wrap around your hand. With the combination of your Stand, the enemy is launched backward into a mattress.
You breathe heavily, wiping your bloody fist onto your pants. The enemy groans in pain. "I--I think--! I think I'll be better off, out of sight as well..."
"What?"
You can only watch in horror as the enemy slowly melts into the mattress, becoming one with it. 'I need to get some fuckin' music in here, fast!' Your thoughts are all you're left with along with the eerie silence now encasing the room.
You take steps to look around the room, waiting for the next attack. 'Knave creating objects doesn't have a noise.' You spin at the disturbance of air behind you. 'Throwing them rips the air-- but that same sound could be Knave coming out of a mattress... they're too similar sounding!' A flat pane of glass is already too close to you and shatters into your face.
You scream, "AUUGGH--!" the shards digging in and causing you to stumble back. 'Shit! They know what they're doing! Sending things I would hear too late to dodge!' You hover your hands over your face, trying not to touch it.
A small ring alerts you again. You shift to left and watch as a long needle of glass flies by into the wall, shattering into the mattress and disappearing. 'T-too close!' You try to think of a plan while avoiding as many of the glass knives and needles as you can.
You don't avoid them all, though. One needle tears itself through your left shoulder-- another one through the same arm. A ceiling attack rockets a needle and it embeds itself nicely into your right foot, which gives Knave the opportunity to shoot knives straight into your legs. You wail in pain and lay on the ground as comfortably as you can. There was a lot of glass in a lot of your body.
You hear the laughing of the enemy. He reappears and stands above your bloodied form. "It's hard to believe that you, the great [Y/N] [L/N], managed to defeat Yellow Temperance," they stated sarcastically. "You were clearly just lucky."
You shake your head. "I'm-- I'm not lucky," you groaned. "Luck doesn't-- augh--! Luck doesn't win battles!" You smile widely, revealing your blood stained teeth.
The enemy stares down in disgust and horror. "What does that mean!?" Now they're on high alert, looking around the room. "You have your Stand summoned! Where is it!?"
You begin to laugh finally. A loud ringing causes the Knave wielder to look up. A gaping hole in one of the mattresses reveals an intercom. "What!?" They scream, reaching up quickly.
A noise begins to emit from it, though, and the moment it does, the enemy is slammed into the ground. "Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk / I'm a woman's man, no time to talk," Now you hover above the enemy, your Stand taking on a horrifying, yet controlled, appearance.
"You are right, my Stand does rely on music," you explain. "However, my Stand isn't a short-range. It can travel up to 100 metres."
"N-no way!" The enemy cried, your Stand beginning to crush them. "Y-you were using your Stand to dodge my attacks! You couldn't have-- have used it to put music on!"
"Wrong, and correct," you smile. "I wasn't using Ace to dodge, but if I were, I definitely wouldn't have been able to put music on."
"The New York Times' effect on man,"
You begin to bob to the music. "Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, / You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive!"
You turn around and walk away, tuning into the music as the enemy begins to scream in pain. The sounds of shredding and crunching are muted to you.
"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive!"
The mattresses disappear as you arrive at the door. "Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive!" You open the door, the doctor and nurse standing next to Kakyoin's bed in fear.
When they look into the room, there is nothing but the dents and the splatters of blood on the floor. The Bee Gee's echo through the entire building.
"Hey, uh," you begin. "When you're done with Kakyoin, do you think you could take a look at me, doc?"
You remember the doctor nodding frantically, darkness, and then waking up in a hospital bed two metres away from Kakyoin's.
"Damn,"
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"Oh my god!" Joseph exclaimed at you. "I didn't think a Stand user would actually attack at a hospital! Those workers of DIO really are downright diabolical!"
"Kakyoin is the most vulnerable," Jean-Pierre pointed out. "It makes sense they would want to take advantage of that and try to get him while he's down."
"I'm more surprised they were able to clock my flaws so fast," you hum quietly.
"Oh." Jotaro noised as he rummaged around his pockets for a moment. "I found a store that sold these things. It looked like the one you had before."
Jotaro reveals a pair of headphones. You widen your eyes and snatch them giddily. "They're exactly like them!" You excitedly announce. "Thank you! God, it's been Hell without my music!"
You immediately pull out your Walkman, pop a tape in, connect the headphones, and play your music. You leave one headphone on while the other rests on your head so you can still hear the team.
"All the pairs of headphones we tried to get you as replacements," Joseph began his complaint, "And all you wanted were your old ones!? I paid a lot of money to get those brand new, top-quality ones the other day!"
"I like my old ones," you shrug. "I don't like how the new ones feel on my head or ears."
You put the headphones on completely, now unable to hear Joseph and his frustrated and annoyed rant about your pickiness. You bob your head to the music and even close your eyes so as to avoid his angry hand signs.
"Music loud and women warm / I've been kicked around since I was born / And now it's all right, it's okay,"
"And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive / Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive!"
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It's been like, two? Years? Damn. Anyways, this is a continuation of my fic, Take Me to Funkytown! It has been a while since I have written for JJBA, and I am still not very good at writing fight scenes, so I hope you lot are able to enjoy this! Shout out to @cheesencrackersinprison for commenting on my Funkytown fic. It was actually the greatest motivation for me to write this.
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More random tropes that I fucking love: Becoming the mask you wore.
Like oh shit, this character who was sent to spy somewhere under a false identity suddenly realises they've started to genuinely become the person they claimed to be? Someone who's been telling the same lies about who they are for so long that they're actually forgetting that the story isn't true? Finding themselves genuinely doing the things they pretend to do in front of people, when they're alone and nobody's watching? Answering to a name that wasn't supposed to be theirs without thinking?
Ooohh-hoh-hoh, you lost track of yourself in pretending to be someone else? You were only supposed to impersonate somebody, a plausible background and a name you came up with on the spot, and now that the people you were supposed to infiltrate have become your true companions? You lost yourself in the game you played, and no you no longer know who you truly are, and where your true loyalties lie? And both sides would mark you a traitor if you came out with the truth. On a scale of one to ten, how bad did you fuck up.
Fuck that is a good trope. Never seen it done badly. Pour that shit on a table and I'll chop it into lines and snort it.
Some variations on this theme that are good as hell:
"Ha Ha! I'm an evil bastard who has fooled these simpletons into thinking I'm one one their goody two shoes lot with my carefully cultivated mask of kindness and deception via good works and my carefully maintained standards of behavior, so no, fellow evil shithead, I cannot go on your campaign of Orphanage burning, I'm far, far above that kind of gruesome menace, in fact I've even hatched a scheme to build more orphanages- wait. Fuck."
"I got into this mess on accident and cultivated this persona without a shred of forethought but now that I think about it, I honestly don't think I really was a person before, and this hasn't been me inventing a role so much as discovering myself. fuck it was real the whole time??"
"I invented this mask on purpose because I hated who I was. I wanted to become this so, so badly. I've done everything I can to commit to it but when I go to bed at night I still take this persona off to sleep."
"That's the real me. The mask is the real me too. Why are you mad? I never lied to you, you're the one who's surprised there's more than one side to me. Did you always just think of me as some one-dimensional character, playing a role on your stage? Did you ever think of me as a person?"
The super double negative where someone thinks they've discovered a traitor who lied about who they were, and they start playing games to get the traitor to reveal themselves- seeing all the little inconsistencies, the way they play at being helpful, getting closer to them to discover more secrets- until it's time to call them out and reveal who they REALLY ARE-!
... Only to find out that the initial inconsistency, the original clue was a simple misunderstanding and all those deceptions were the normal weirdness of being human, all those secrets were normal social boundaries. They're not a traitor. They're just some guy you've been stalking and hallucinating a backstory for.
You know who has been working with a secret motive this whole time? Who has been lying about their intentions and infiltrating the lives of others with ill intent?
hey bestie, sorry to disappoint, I just realized i don't like writing evil Loki. so is it okay if i remove your request since im not confident in my writing abilities for that specific version of Loki, I do appreciate you sending in a request though!
Of course, all good! I really appreciate you letting me know. It's alright if you remove my request, I understand the reasoning 👍.
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I've started going back into my wips and just rewriting them instead of finishing them. I have gotten a lot done and plan on trying to post more lol. Yeah, I have been writing other things other than the request I have, but just so I can get back into the rhythm of things.
I realize that I don't finish shit because it just ends up getting dragged on too long. I am gonna start posting shorter fics because of this.
Thank you! I love it! I'll be working on it, but it may take longer than usual. I haven't seen Prodigal Son in a hot second, so I'll have to rewatch it again so I can better write it. Again, ty ty! I really do appreciate requests still (no matter how long it's been since I've opened them.)
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