ok ok daisy think fast: guardian angel Jonathan, no buts 👀
mans is gonna wonder why i make so many bad choices as has to show up just to make not do that bad choice. jokes on him, I want that because I wanna be softly daddy dommed into mundane tasks.
And of course, I'll probably try to fuck him. using the reasoning "but, if I do it with you I won't have to be with another bad guy. It's the right choice for me, right?"
He is one of the most respected angels in Heaven for multiple reasons. Everything from his compassion to others to him willing to fight to protect those who need protecting.
When it comes to demons, he is often sympathetic to those who were unfortunate in their mortal life to end up in Hell. He does try to give them a swift, painless end if they refuse redemption. He will not cause any unnecessary pain or suffering to anyone, no matter what they have done.
Everyone knows his brother is a demon, and that can sometimes be a little complicated but Jonathan tries his best to get Dio to redeem himself, as he is the one angel Dio will not kill.
His wings are large enough to use as shields if needed, he had used them countless times to cover someone from the rain.
Now I'm tempted to turn Myrrdin into archangel Michael like how Marshall actually called him and make Jonathan an angel that can only cry blood after turning and the only way to cure the blood of hate is if he can cry real tears again as an angel. Which only happens if he betrays his very angelic nature by falling in love with a human (Geoffrey duh). but that's just me projecting ship feels on another ship. also who doesn't love to draw wings?
Angel Jonathan Joestar x Demon Robert E.O Speedwagon
Demon/Angel AU
Modern AU
This is an idea I got and I hope you all enjoy it!
Please enjoy!
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For as long as time itself has existed and further than that, there had always been light and darkness. Warmth and cold. Good and evil. Heaven and Hell. Humans had once believed them to be as real as the ground they walked upon and the water they drunk though as the centuries passed, their faith and hope wandered away and turned to science for answers they sought. And yet both were true, both were real and often engaged in battles that were invisible to humans, allowing them to go about their lives completely oblivious to the two forces clashing against one another. Even when they looked at them straight in the eye.
Only a handful of angels travelled to Earth, and that was only for a short time as they preferred to observe the humans from afar. Behind a one-way window that they could never see. It was mostly demons who made more frequent travels to Earth to rain their mischief and misfortune upon any poor soul unfortunate enough to cross one. Jonathan was one of the few angels who travelled to Earth more often than the others did, as he preferred to wander and explore the new eras and times in person. He had always been more curious and amazed of humans and their creations than the other angels. It wasn't that hard to blend in, all he had to do was conceal his wings and dress differently though the way his eyes sparkled with such vibrancy and the kindness of his heart was something he could never hide, and he didn't want to. He had even bought himself a lovely house to stay in.
Soft hums were made as the angel stirred the mixture of milk, water, sugar and tea together, making sure it was properly done before setting the spoon in the sink and taking the cup. The sweet aroma of the tea was soothing to him, they didn't have anything like this in Heaven, another reason he also loved Earth so much. Angels may not require to consume food nor water but he had grown to enjoy it.
As he took a sip, a soft sound caught his attention. A golden furred cat sat on the windowsill outside, its bright golden eyes locked solely on Jonathan as it meowed again, turning its head and motioning to the door. Jonathan chuckled softly, setting his cup down and going to the door, opening it and allowing the cat inside.
"Should I just have a cat flap installed for you?" The cat gave a purr sound as it passed him and made its way into the kitchen. No sooner had it done so, the feline's body began to change and alter. Growing in size rapidly as the fur faded to skin, the tail and ears vanishing as long, golden locks fell past his shoulders. Somewhat formal yet casual clothing covered his body as he stretched a little, turning to the dark-haired angel with a smile. His eyes remaining the same with their golden hue that seemed to have a light mix of orange and red too, more like the shades of fire, and their slitted pupils.
"Nah, I like havin' you open the door for me. Makes me feel special." Speedwagon spoke, flashing the angel a smile as he did.
Many would frown upon their friendship, an angel and a demon as friends was completely blasphemy and would be punished with execution for the pair of them. Still, they were both careful with one another and made sure that they had reasons for such things, mainly that they were keeping an eye on the other. And, at first, that was true but over the centuries the two grew close to one another. Speedwagon hadn't caused destruction or harm to humanity beside bits of inconvenience, stealing and playful mischief, nothing worthy of severe punishment. As for Jonathan, he wasn't as strict and uptight as the rest of the angels in Speedwagon's eyes, if anything, he was what other angels should have been like. Rather than killing a demon upon seeing them, he let Speedwagon explain himself. Saying that it would be wrong of him to pass judgement on him for something that wasn't even his fault.
And ever since, the two became friends. Jonathan made Speedwagon some tea as well and the two sat together, "You redecorated?" he asked and the angel nodded, smiling as he did.
"Yes, I'm glad you noticed. I changed the carpet because the last one was quite old and I really liked the colour of this one, and it also matches the new curtains I bought." As he spoke, he got up and showed the demon, motioning to the new carpet and the curtains. It was quite funny to see something like an angel like Jonathan being so excited and happy over something as simple as new curtains and carpet; well, Speedwagon found it adorable. Everything about the angel was adorable, ranging from his kind-heartedness to the way his head would tilt a little when curious and happy. The softness of his hair that would put clouds to shame, those sparkling eyes that radiated with light and warmth, unjudgemental and open, something that the demon cherished.
How could he have been so lucky to cross paths with this angel? What did he do to deserve such a blessing? Around him, he didn't feel shunned nor the need to stand his ground, he felt relaxed and calm, all the stress and weight lifted high off his body and thrown so far away it was nothing to him. It was like...it was like feeling the light of the sun for the first time, its soft and gentle warmth that washed away the cold. They often said that demons couldn't appreciate such things but Speedwagon could easily prove that false -in his case, at least.
"-and then I finally finished arranging the books." The angel's words pulled the demon back to reality, standing beside the large bookcase packed with all types of books both old and new. The blonde smiled back,
"I think you've done good. The place is nice." That earned more of his smile as he sat back down beside Speedwagon. He was right, the place was cosy to live in for anyone, it was even big enough for another to stay in. The thought of that sparked something in the demon but it was quickly snuffed out before it had a chance to grow; Jonathan was an angel, and no matter how far their friendship was he wouldn't have a demon like Speedwagon move in with him. Why would he? Why would he have someone damned like him who cannot even bring himself to be a decent demon? A heaviness pulled down in him at these thoughts, shooing away any joy he felt a few moments ago. This didn't go unnoticed.
"Speedwagon, is something troubling you?" The demon sighed and shook his head but that didn't fool him. Moving to sit closer to his friend, Jonathan gave him a concerned look, "Please, tell me what it is." Soft words coated with an equally soft warmth, concerned and worried for his friend. Sighing, the demon spoke.
"Why're you friends with me?" He asked, "You're an angel, you're supposed to hate me and my kind, supposed to 'smite with the power of Holy Righteousness' but you don't. Why?" It just didn't make sense, and this isn't the first time such questions have pestered Speedwagon. It just...it didn't make sense. At this, the angel simply gave him a warm smile that shot right through him, his hand coming up to rest on the blonde's shoulder with a comforting touch.
"Speedwagon. You are not just a demon to me, you are special. You're unique in a way I cannot explain. I just...I find myself drawn to you. Your boldness, your playfulness and your strength, everything about you draws me in." Each word he spoke came straight from his heart and out his lips, no lies nor deception in them. "I'm not sure if it could be some kind of temptation you're doing and, if I am being truly honest, I wouldn't mind being tempted by you." His words flooded through Speedwagon's being like a rive bursting its banks and letting it all flow, his mind trying to process this and make sure he heard him correctly and it wasn't some kind of trick he wanted to hear.
"...you what?" was all he could get out of himself. Jonathan chuckled softly at this response, before he repeated what he said.
"I wouldn't mind being tempted by you, Speedwagon. I care about you." There was a moment of silence between the two as those words floated around them like a leaf on a lake. For a moment, Jonathan feared he spoke wrongly, that Speedwagon didn't want to hear such things but that was silenced when Speedwagon suddenly leaned forward, cupping Jonathan's face and kissed him. Shocked by this, he remained still as he was kissed, a mix of things coursed through him. Confusion, uncertainty, hesitation, joy. Speedwagon pulled away after realising what he was doing,
"Oh shit, I-I'm sorry, JoJo." He screwed up, didn't he? Demons don't just go about kissing angels like that, they forbid stuff like that! Damnit!
"No, don't be." Speedwagon looked at him, confusion painting his face, "I...I liked it." Again, that little flicker sparked up within him at Jonathan's words. He liked it? He didn't hate Speedwagon for his action? A smile lifted the demon's lips at this, his flame hue eyes glowing softly.
"You do?" The angel nodded, one hand slowly lifting up and gently resting on Speedwagon's cheek, his thumb softly brushing against the scar on his face. The action was gentle, careful, affectionate. Something Speedwagon hadn't felt in a long, long time.
"May...May I kiss you?" He asked the demon, and Speedwagon could hardly believe that this was truly happening. But the moment he felt Jonathan's lips press against his, he knew this was no delusion nor trick. This was real. He kissed back, refusing to just sit there and let Jonathan do all the work. His arms slithered around Jonathan's neck, pulling him closer as they kissed, pouring as much affection as they could into the kiss. At this moment, Jonathan didn't care if this would possibly lead to his damnation, what mattered was that he was here with Speedwagon.
