The Moon, Our Lucky Charm [George/Jorge Joestar II x Reader (Oneshot)]
Summary: Something shifts in both you and George after your meeting.
//request by @dailygeorgejoestarii
Okay, so I only read the first few pages of the Jeorge Joestar novel, and this might be OOC for someone who knows his character better, especially since the show or manga doesn't give much either. It truly was the hardest request I’ve gotten, but I also loved writing it, and I’m actually proud of it 👐
It felt strange. That kind of strange feeling that someone feels when something bad or unexpected is about to happen.
Hopefully, it will be just unexpected.
You didn’t need another worry right now—your existence alone was already enough of a burden. It really is a drag, you’re nothing but a simple worker, and maybe a name on someone else's list. Even your roommates forget about you, but why would they care anyway? They also have their own troubles trying to better their existence, a lady is even about to give birth.
So, it’s almost in their favour if you don’t come back, they will have more space. No wonder they seem more pleased when you choose to roam the dark streets after your shift at the factory.
The full moon was your guide at moments like this, the never-ending stop. Oh! To walk by the moon! To live alongside it, no stress, no worries. A true paradise for one such as yourself. A place full of truth and peace, something you deserve. The moon was the symbol of your hope and resilience, your lucky charm when you walked.
The surroundings seemed abandoned, almost no one could be sighted in the long way. But, this didn’t stop you from bumping into something or someone, meeting the cold ground in the process.
“Excuse my negligence, miss,” a smooth and refined voice echoed from above. It belonged to a tall and muscular man with shiny brown hair. His posture was confident– yet approachable as he held a hand to help you stand up.
Judging by his clothes and aura, he seemed to come from a noble family, one of good status as it seems. But, why was he so nice to you? Usually, noblemen didn’t even glance your way. Maybe he wanted something from you, but it was impossible, you didn’t wear a lady of the night’s clothes! But what if he wanted it anyway?
The man seemed confused by your immobility and fear, taking it upon himself to help you stand up. With a cheerful and friendly tone, he added “There you go, miss. I once again apologise for making you fall, I was simply just lost in thought.”
Then, his eyes lit up with an emotion you couldn’t recognise as he made you an offer, “How about I compensate by taking you to the new bar? We can share a cup of tea or a beer.”
You thought about the possible outcomes, but none seemed in your favour, so you accepted.
You were surprisingly wrong regarding his intentions. You two shared some drinks in a nearby place and decided to end the night there. So, you walked together as he escorted you home.
He truly was charming, and dorky, but still. He was everything that someone could wish for, understanding and gentle. He spoke in such a way that it made you feel like you were also a noble, someone who holds a special significance. And you did, you saw it in those warm eyes, who seemed braver than the king himself.
You also learned his name, Jeorge Jostar, or Jojo. Such a beautiful name, unique and refined, so fitting for him. Yet he didn’t believe the same.
“I have never been particularly fond of it,” he said, in husky voice, “It always felt weird.”
Surely, he did not mean that? It was one of the most beautiful names you ever heard, one that makes you feel capable of everything. That name makes you feel like a person, you can’t let this slide.
“I beg to differ,” you began, “It is a unique and beautiful name, much like the person who holds it.”
George looked baffled like he didn’t believe a word that came out of your mouth. So, you continued, gently taking his hand in yours, “Jojo, you may think so, but something about you is truly special. I have only met you a few hours ago, yet you changed me. Something in me.”
With this, he only smiled in return, tightening the grip around your hand as the moon shine slowly lightened his face.
The moon brought him to you, and you to him. It was your shared lucky charm.
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