#jjba fics

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

how much they'll miss

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kakyoin was 17 when DIO punched a hole through him. Jotaro was 17 then. Shigekiyo Yangu was 14 when Yoshikage Kira blew him up to silence him. Jotaro was 28 then. Jotaro couldn’t protect either of them. - jotaro reflects on kakyoin and shigekiyo's demises

oneshot, jotaro-centric, hurt/no comfort, 328

aka: i got really sad abt shigekiyo and kakyoin parallels fell into place from there

[gncgang]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Doctor Kujo Jotaro. Who is this?” “Doctor? When did you become a doctor?!” The line was dead silent for an entire thirty seconds. Then, in a voice scraped raw, straining to sound calm but not quite managing it, “…Polnareff, you fucking idiot.”

UPDATE to my avpol fic!!!! in this one we ignore all our worries yaya :)

[crdteezv]

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[banzaitaka]

Can you write a platonic scenario where reader helps Kakyoin with a crossdressing dare put forth by Oldseph? I'd like to imagine that he thought that no one can top Tequila Joseph. Too bad Reader knows exactly how to make Kak look good!!

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Noriaki Kakyoin x gn! reader

I love this one!

And I'm so glad I'm a cosplayer, so I know a few things about make-up :'D

Oh, and I made reader Jotaro's sibling, just so this could work better- 

And this takes place after they defeated DIO, but everyone is alive and yeah

Hope this is what you wanted & hope you enjoy

Tequila Noriaki

None of them knew how they got there, but all of the Stardust Crusaders sat in a circle, listening to Joseph telling them about how he saved the world when he was only 18. Even Joraro was listening to his grandpa's rambling until a certain point in the story.

"But in order to get into that building I had to get past those guards, so I dressed up as a hot chick, with make-up and everything, and tried my luck. I even brought tequila!"

"What now?", (Y/N) asked while the others looked at each other with confused or slightly disgusted expressions, picturing the old man all dressed up in a tight dress.

Joseph raised his hand, "My plan was foolproof!"

"Doesn't seem like it! You could've easily knocked them down with your hamon, or whatever, or am I wrong?", Polnareff interjected. "Well, I ended up doing that because they saw through my disguise."

Avdol placed a hand on his forehead as Kakyoin frowned and Jotaro did his signature move. (Y/N) and Polnareff couldn't help but laugh. "Hey! At least I looked fine as heck! No one could've done that better than me."

"As if. Kakyoin would've looked at least 10-times better and would've probaly fooled those guards.", the (Y/HC)-haired said with confidence, pointing to said male who replied with an, "Excuse me?"

Everyone looked at Kakyoin, but Joseph scoffed and crossed his arms, "You kids sure play too much video games. Your eyesight is clearly messed up."

"Come on!", the (Y/EC)-eyed began, "Look at him! He got such a pretty face! Also, he isn't as buff as you, much slimmer." Kakyoin only looked at them, brows furrowed, but eyes slightly widened. "I only believe it when I see it.", Joseph stated.

"Do I have a say in this?", Kakyoin spoke, looking at (Y/N) who seemed to already think about how they could make him top Tequila Joseph.

After some back and forth, Noriaki gave in, saying, "I guess it could be an interesting experience." (Y/N) grinned and stood up, grabbing the hand of the red head before pulling him to their room. "So glad I practiced sewing in Jotaro's size."

They told Kakyoin to sit down on their desk chair while they went back to they brother to ask where he put the clothes they sewed. Noriaki raised an eyebrow when they got back, a pile of clothing in their arms. "So, what do I have to expect?", he asked with a small smile on his face.

"I think we should keep everything basic. Not too over the top, but not too natural either.", they answered, a hand on their chin, "So I guess for the make-up...Maybe a bit of red eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner...and maybe a little bit of lipstick too. You're skin is almost flawless, so I don't really think we need foundation, but I will use powder."

The 17-year-old nodded, not understanding everything they said, but enough for him to mentally prepare himself. "Don't worry, I'm a pro. Jotaro is a great brother, you know?", (Y/N) reassured, grinning. The last comment made him chuckle, "Is that so?"

The (Y/HC)-haired nodded before pointing at Kakyoin's clothes, "You should probably take the jacket off first. You don't want them to get dirty." While the red-haired took of his uniform jacket, (Y/N) set up the make-up, putting the supplies on their desk next to them.

Kakyoin sat down again, now in his undershirt, and laid his hands in his lap. (Y/N) pulled up another chair and sat infront of him, so they were eye to eye.

"You ready?", they asked, grabbing a concealer fitting Noriaki's skin-tone. "Yes. Should I close my eyes?" "Yup, that'd be good."

He closed his eyes, only slightly nervous, he trusted his good friend after all. He trusted them with his life and to not make him look like a clown. The concealer was opened with a quiet 'pop' before (Y/N) applied the liquid on Kakyoin's eyelids with the little brush, Kakyoin's eyes twitching a bit, blending it out afterward with a brand new sponge. "That is the base, so the color applies better and is more visible.", they muttered and closed the concealer again, putting it away and grabbing their eyeshadow pallet and a brush.

"What are you doing now?", Kakyoin asked, to prepare himself and to satisfy his curiousity as to how to do ones make-up. "The eyeshadow. I'll start with the lightes red I have and apply it on your whole eyelid." Noriaki hummed in response and waited for a sensation on his eyelid.

After they were done with that, they took a darker shade of red, applying it to the outer corners of their friend's eyes, going along the crease to about the middle of his eyes.

They blended the colors, adding another darker shade of red. They let Kakyoin have a look at himself in the mirror. It was an unfamiliar look, for sure but he thought it was looking rather good on him. He told (Y/N) that which made them proud of their work.

"Nice! Then let's continue with the eyeliner."

Kakyoin closed his eyes again as (Y/N) grabbed their eyeliner and opened it. "You have to sit very still for this.", they told him, raising a hand to his face to hold it in place. "I'm starting now."

The red head tried his best to stay as still as possible, not wanting his friend to screw up now. To his surprise, (Y/N) seemed to do quick work with the eyeliner, sliding the tip from the middle of his eyes to the outer corner, making a little wing, before filling it in. "Told you, I was a pro. You can open your eyes now.", they snickered which made Kakyoin chuckle and open his eyes.

"You look so prettyyyy.", the (Y/EC)-eyed said and grabbed the mascara. Noriaki took a glance at the mirror and smiled, "You really are doing a great job."

After putting the mascara on Kakyoin's eyelashes, a bit of lipstick on his lips and setting everything with powder, the (Y/HC)-haired stood up and looked through the pile of clothing they threw on their bed before for a suitable outfit.

The teenager joined them on the hunt, holding up a few things that might suit him. Not after too long they settled on a light pink dress. Since it was a bit too big for him they decided to wrap a shawl like thing around his waist.

(Y/N) took a few steps back to look at their friend, "You look gorgeus, oh my god." Kakyoing slightly wrapped his arms around himself as he walked to the body lenght mirror in the room, looking at himself from different angles, "I can't help but agree with you.", he chuckled.

"WHOA!!", Polnareff was the first one to see Tequila Noriaki as (Y/N) and him re-entered the room where all of this began. "(Y/N) did a really great job. You look amazing, Kakyoin.", Avdol said, smiling. Jotaro only nodded.

All eyes landed on Joseph who was staring at Kakyoin with wide eyes. He didn't want to admit that he was looking good, let alone better than himself in a dress. Joseph crossed his arms over his chest  and looked to the side, "Not too bad, I guess."

[mistaeq]

nijimura okuyasu: half and half

tw // hospital things at the beginning, angst, flesh bud

contains: have you ever wondered why is okuyasu's hair half black and half gray? and what about his facial scars? NO reader insert.

dora's note: this comes from my mind entirely. but i found this interesting, and i care a lot about it. i was scared of sharing it, but i think it's worth a read. i hope so. thank you in any case.

word count: 2.4k

"so, sir... what you're saying is that you have no clue of what happened to your baby?" the nurse asked. the adult held the older son's hand tighter, to prevent him from telling the lady what had gone down during the previous hours. he knew the child enough to imagine keicho wouldn't have stayed silent about it.

"not at all. i left the two of them in the kitchen and moved to my studio for a while. i heard screams and a loud cry, and when i went back to them, the little one was bleeding and... crying. i got so scared." listening to his old man's lies, five year old keicho left the place, running off of his father's grip, because he didn't even want to be touched by him. 

the man obviously made sure he had left the bloody ring at home, that one ring that originated two deep, symmetrical scars, the youngest nijimura would have never forgotten. and all nijimura mansaku could do about it, was lie, and say it was an accident. okuyasu, keicho's little brother, was in need of blood because of that injury, and it's meant to give you goosebumps, to know his only parent doesn't feel even remotely guilty about it. he's just ready to do anything in order to hide what really happened. in order to save himself over his baby.

the truth is, that not even dio himself ever trusted nijimura mansaku. it was clear from a mile away, that a man like him had no interest in the vampire's plan and intentions, rather than in the money he could earn from that alliance. that's why, to keep himself from being betrayed, dio brando made sure he gave him the flesh bud, a disgusting octopus-looking thing, that carried all of dio's will and dna. no wonder, the presence of that made his attitude as a father even worse than it was before. he was already used to hurting his sons, it more or less began when nijimura juuno, his wife and mother of his children, died. but the flesh bud worsened it, at the point that he didn't know when to stop.

at this point, both him and keicho had taken a blood exam to check the compatibility with okuyasu's body, and at the end of the day, the closest one was mansaku's one. how does it feel to save the son you almost killed with your own hands? how did you expect a three year old baby to endure that wrath? and the best part, is that all he could offer was dirty blood. dirtied by the flesh bud, dirtied by dio. but it's always better than nothing.

as he was running around the hospital after the blood exam's result, keicho looked for his little brother's room everywhere, and successfully climbed over a chair to take a better look inside of the room from the small window on the door. okuyasu was quiet. bandaged, connected to a bag, full of transparent liquid keicho couldn't quite identify. poor baby wasn't sleeping, his eyes were halfway closed. the blonde one blamed himself. that should have been him, not his little brother, he thought. if he could take the pain from okuyasu, he would have done that.

that was, until he felt the strong arms of a sweet nurse picking him up from the chair and putting him back on the floor. "be careful there, little one... who's your guardian?" oh keicho, he felt the impulse to go on and tell the lady that his father had lied. okuyasu's injury was no accident, rather domestic abuse. but all he could do was stare in the nurse's eyes. she looked like mom. she really looked like mom. the child pointed towards the door with his chubby finger. the sweet lady's breath gently hitched. "is that your brother? then your dad is looking for you. we'll take good care of him, he'll be fine."

so... it was okay, right? keicho trusted the sweet nurse. he even accepted to hold her hand as she guided him back to his father. and in his mind, when after a bunch of days of hospitalization, okuyasu was allowed to come back home, keicho thought the sweet lady had cured him directly. after such a concerningly narrow escape from guilt, mansaku didn't touch his sons for a week. it was the best week of the babies' lives. somehow.

"aniki..." the blonde's heart broke, everytime he heard that weak voice in his ears. he was combing okuyasu's hair, he always did. a lot of black, dark hair. the brothers were pure opposites. keicho's eyes were green, a really beautiful green, at it. they looked like two fresh apples. "...why won't these signs disappear...? i am ugly..."

okuyasu's eyes, on the contrary, were gray. as gray as a cloudy day, when it threatens to rain. and sometimes, it rained a lot in them. "they will disappear, eventually." keicho lied. "they're called scars. they make you look strong, not ugly." he knew what to say. it was a lot, for a six year old who had grown too fast. yes. six year old. he had his sixth birthday, during okuyasu's hospitalization. it wasn't celebrated. none of the children's birthday ever got celebrated, after juuno's death. but the biggest present had been the return of his little brother from the hospital, and it was more than enough.

"mama was b-beautiful." the little one mumbled with a short giggle. keicho moved a lock of his own golden hair away from his shoulder. he liked long hair. his father always forced him to keep it in a bun or in that weird hairstyle he used to have when mom was still alive. she used to style her son's hair with a braid when she had the chance, though. and keicho loved the braid too. "am i beautiful too?"

okuyasu's hair, on the contrary, was shorter, and pitch black. the elder brother liked to dip his hand in it, and it would just disappear in a dark cloud. "yes, of course you are." keicho's hair came from the fatherly part. mansaku's mother, the children's grandma, was blonde. on the contrary, okuyasu definitely looked more like mom. everyone on her family side was dark haired. and always tried to make others happy. keicho started to comb the younger's hair with his hands, and took the chance to check out the black again.

black on the front, black on the sides. black everywhere, every black hair around the house was okuyasu's. black were the eyebrows, black the eyelashes. the little locks of hair sprouting from the top of his head were black. the whole soft center of them was black, and just like the rest, his nape hair was... gold? no way. okuyasu was black haired, come on. keicho's hands trembled, as he touched those unusual locks. they were warm, and gave him negative feelings. but he couldn't quite understand how could it be possible. it didn't even look like human blonde. it was just... gold.

how do one's hair just turn blonde? nobody in history had ever had his hair to get blonde, no, gold, all of a sudden. nobody, right? right after that one operation, right after that one blood-giving thing. five year old keicho, smart but naïve, as kids are, just thought, that since father's family side was blonde, getting mansaku's blood could lead okuyasu to get blonde too. little did he know dio's dna was running around that blood because of the flesh bud on his dad's forehead. and that such a thing, injected in a three - almost four, in october - year old was no joke.

every morning since then, keicho would wake up in the middle of the night to go check on his little brother's new golden hair, and couldn't admit he was rather jealous, at this point. okuyasu's hair color was much brighter than his. soon, the pitch black cloud was gonna turn into a golden wind. that's how keicho was gonna call it.

the golden wind had started to spread more in okuyasu's nape, and reached the sides of his head as well. all that was left, was a bunch of black hair at the top. for a while, that one issue with the younger's hair had been an amusement for the both of them. "what if aaaaall of me turns gold?" the baby often asked, and keicho had an answer, under the form of "dad would sell you if you did, sweetie", but he never dared to really say that.

september came, okuyasu's birthday was always closer, and keicho waited for it patiently. every morning, he woke up earlier than usual, to comb his little brother's hair and get to school in time. on okuyasu's birthday, the kid couldn't help but notice the golden wind was a little paler than usual, but he'd just laugh it off with his little brother. "see? it's because you're turning old."

"but i-i'm... i'm not that old." god, okuyasu was an hilarious baby. and they laughed even more. now that they could. now that they had a reason to. because just a week later, their life would have been doomed.

keicho would have come back from school, he would have greeted his small sibling and caressed the golden wind with joy. add a prayer to make sure dad would have been used to hitting them less than he usually did. or better, not hit them at all, if possible. or at least, this is what he had planned. but he came back to an awful scene. the worst he could see. as soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with his little brother, crying right in front of him. for a second, he thought mansaku had beaten him again. "okuyasu!"

everytime he would beat them, before he stopped doing that after his little brother's operation, there was something weird about the man. like he hurt them without ever attacking. little did the children know, that he had a stand they couldn't see. "did dad hit you again?" he ran to okuyasu. "that scum!" but the little one kept saying no, and holding onto keicho as if something was scaring him to death. mansaku's screams could be heard from the other room, as if he was in pain. and it was looking down at okuyasu, that keicho noticed...

he didn't know what it meant. but dio had died. and with him, mansaku's flesh bud had gone berserk. and with that, okuyasu's golden wind became a gray cloud. dio was dead. it was over. the golden wind was over. "your hair..." keicho mumbled, caressing his little brother's hair. "what's happening..." he asked himself, as followed by the little one, he looked into the kitchen to see what was up with mansaku.

we all know what happened next. the man turned into a creature, not worthy of being called a man. the vampire had died, and the effect of his existance...

"...and the effect of his existance marked you for life."

the teenager's lips started trembling, as he pushed the tongue on his cheek's inside to prevent himself from crying. "okay, fine, it's a nightmare, after all. i'm gonna wake up in some minutes... and go to school... with josuke."

"i'm sorry, okuyasu." jotaro tightened his grip on the papers in his hands. the temperature in the nijimura household was dangerously cold, and the atmosphere caused by the topic they were talking to each other about was even worse. the marine biologist could swear the air was warmer, before he had finished explaining. "the foundation's been examinating all of your brother's childhood diaries. along with the testimonies josuke and koichi gave us about what your brother told them before his death."

"so, jotaro-san... i have these scars because the flesh bud made my father go mad." okuyasu stood up. "and i have this..." he pulled his hair in fury. "...this fucking hair because of dio's blood." jotaro started to feel not so much at ease. would have it been better for him to shut up about it? in josuke's opinion, it was the best choice. okuyasu deserved to know. "what is it, did that... scumbag mistake me for a customizable doll?" tears couldn't be held back anymore. kujo took his hat off.

"the hair thing happened to his son too. giorno giovanna, my... great grand uncle. but his hair changed from black to blonde when dio was dead, already. i think it's because it's a matter of parental genes, while you just had a direct injection of them when you were three, causing your body to react immediately."

"great granduncle..." okuyasu repeated, looking at the ground. "it's amazing you still have a great granduncle... and josuke is your uncle... you have your parents... and you have mr. joestar... and... a mrs. joestar, i believe...? and your daughter..." a couple of heavy tears fell on the ground from okuyasu's jaw. "you have such a big family, jotaro-san... i'm so jealous..."

how many families had dio destroyed? jotaro remembered of jonathan, even if they never met. jotaro risked seeing his mother die when he was seventeen. he witnessed friends die, when he was seventeen. and could, somehow, understand how would it feel for a teenager to lose his family. but maybe, he couldn't imagine how was it to come home to nobody. in his life, he used to come home to his mom and to his wife and daughter for a brief time. the kind of relationship he had with them is unrelated.

how does it feel to come home to nobody but a creature that barely remembers who you are? "josuke told me you would have probably said that." the marine biologist stood up, and in front of okuyasu's shocked gaze, he hugged the teenager. the younger one didn't even know what to do. did he have to hug back? did he have to stay still? he was hurting, but any kind of contact could make him melt. he trusted jotaro, he was a man to admire, in okuyasu's eyes.

"josuke told me so. and i agree with him, okuyasu. you're part of our family."

"family... t-thank you." the teenager finally hugged back.

he felt happy.

it was a painfully new sensation.

[sunsetsinhoenn]

22 with Polnareff for thé ‘50 wordless ways to say I love you’ prompts if that’s okay? ;-;

Of course it’s okay! I hope you like this! （＾ν＾）

22. “Listening to them while they vent.”

Polnareff

It had turned from a good day to a horrible day so fast that you felt like you were going to get whiplash just by even thinking about what had happened. And while you might’ve tried to tell yourself that it was just one moment and that there were more hours to come that could bring better things, life didn’t want to play itself to your favor and before you knew it, you began to angrily cry to yourself in the comfort of your own home, surrounded only by your walls and the sound of yourself.

While the tears cascaded down your face and you clung tightly to the pillow in your lap, you couldn’t help but replay all the scenes in your head, making yourself more and more miserable.

“Ma moitié...” Your head jolted up upon hearing words that didn’t come from your own mouth. It was Polnareff, looking just as said as you were just by the sight of you. In the instant that you looked at him, he knelt down on one knee in front of you, hands resting firmly but gently atop your legs so you wouldn’t get up from the couch. Leaving you as you were was not something he intended to do. “I... hate seeing you like this.”

“It’s not like I-“ You hiccuped, voice strained and uneven from being so emotional. “It’s not like I chose to do this. W-when did you even come home?”

Tears started streaming down your face again, hot and warm against your cool cheeks. As your eyesight began to blur once more, you shoved your head into the pillow, letting out a soft cry. You couldn’t even hear Polnareff as he clicked his tongue and reached up with both his hands to gently rub circles on your arms.

“I know you didn’t choose to. I just don’t like that you were pushed to this. Do you want me to run you a warm bath? I can get you some water.” You could feel his fingers brush against the little amount of cheek that wasn’t covered by the pillow. “All of those tears are sapping away the water in your body. I can’t leave you dehydrated either.”

“I coulmf usmwatwr...”

“Ah... what was that?” You lifted your head once more, looking at the man in front of you.

“I could use some water.” Your voice was still low, hesitant. “And a bath. But could you sit with me for a little bit first? I had a really bad day.”

“Of course!” He got up from his spot on the floor, moving to sit closely next to you, legs brushing against yours. As you sniffed, he held your face in his hand again, using his thumb to wipe away any tears that still wanted to fall. You reached out with your hand to rest on his leg, happier to have something to ground you to reality rather than let your thoughts consume you even more. “Did you want to tell me what happened?”

He leaned his head in close to yours, playful smile adorning his face.

“Who must I eliminate today for my wonderful (Y/N)?” You laughed a little at his antics to try and get you to cheer up. It was working, as it always did.

“No one, no one. It just started with...”

[sycobyte]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

“Giorno… what are you doing up?”

Sitting on the front steps was Giorno Giovanna clad in his ladybug patterned sleepwear. His golden hair fell loosely over his eyes with a few strands tucked behind his ears. Fugo almost didn’t recognize him without his usual, well kept braid and curled bangs. He looked… angelic under the saturated orange porch light. When he turned to face Fugo, the deep green of his eyes sparkled like emeralds.

“Do you think the moon gets lonely?" --- this time, fugo doesn't spend his sleepless nights alone.

Rating: General Audiences

[gncgang]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 13/?

Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Mohammed Abdul | Muhammad Avdol/Jean Pierre Polnareff, Giorno Giovanna & Jean Pierre Polnareff

Characters: Jean Pierre Polnareff, Shizuka Joestar, Mohammed Abdul | Muhammad Avdol, Giorno Giovanna, Guido Mista, Trish Una, Iggy (JoJo)

Summary:

After the events of Vento Aureo, Jean-Pierre Polnareff realizes that there is someone very important he needs to call.

But it isn’t Mohammed Avdol who picks up the phone.

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In which Avdol survives Stardust Crusaders and marries Polnareff, but just as they are planning to start a family, Polnareff disappears while on a mission to Italy. Three years later, they try to pick up the pieces.

Chapter 13: lie down

Summary: Some truths are shared, others hidden. Shizuka meets Polnareff properly.

NEW CHAPTER!! YES AFTER 7 WHOLE MONTHS!!!!!!! WOW