Joefoe marriage ceremony 🥺🙏
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Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW, possessiveness and fluff (in a way?)
Dio Brando P1
- In Phantom Blood era, marriage for Dio is never about softness - it is about ownership, status, and proof that he has “won” something precious the world wanted to deny him.
- If you are human, he marries you only after you prove you are utterly unafraid of him and his power - someone who chooses him knowing exactly what he is, not a naïve victim. He finds that defiance intoxicating.
- If he is already a vampire, the idea of a “wedding” amuses him at first, until he realizes he likes the symbolism of binding you to him in front of others, like a public declaration that you belong to him forever.
- Setting is Victorian England, so the backdrop is all stone, gaslights, fog, and looming architecture; Dio either takes over a once-noble manor or uses his castle at Windknight’s Lot as the site, turning it into a twisted parody of a proper society wedding.
- The ceremony is at night, lit entirely by candlelight and ornate candelabras, more like a gothic mass than a church wedding: high ceilings, stained glass, shadows pooling around the pews, and a long aisle that feels like walking into a throne room. Everything is arranged to elevate him visually - he sits or stands above everyone, like a king rather than a groom.
- There is likely a trail of subtle menace surrounding the place: guests swear the air feels unnaturally cold, some people swear they saw “something” on the walls, and a few of the servants never show up again after the preparations.
- The guests are a mix of terrified nobles, bought-off social climbers, and hidden monsters; if he is already a vampire, some attendees are his subordinates or zombies dressed in finery, unnervingly still and obedient.
- The officiant is either a corrupt priest he has blackmailed or enthralled, or some “respectable” figure whose cooperation is guaranteed by fear - the man’s hands shake as he opens the book, but he does not dare flee.
- Dio’s “vows” are not tender - he promises to raise you above all others, to make sure you never suffer weakness or poverty, and to destroy anyone who would so much as think of taking you from him. Your part is less about promising love and more about openly choosing him in front of everyone, something he watches for with laser focus.
- You are dressed like a figure out of a painting: layers of lace, corsetry, long gloves, and jewelry that Dio either stole or acquired through dubious means - he likes seeing you drenched in the wealth he clawed his way up to get, as if you wear proof of his rise on your body.
- You are dressed like a figure out of a painting: layers of lace, corsetry, long gloves, and jewelry that Dio either stole or acquired through dubious means - he likes seeing you drenched in the wealth he clawed his way up to get, as if you wear proof of his rise on your body.
- He goes for a sharply tailored Victorian suit or frock coat in black or deep red, with a white cravat or high collar, looking more like an aristocrat or dark prince than a normal groom - everything about his outfit screams control and power rather than softness.
- The rings are heavy, ornate, and expensive, probably bearing an engraved motif like thorns, snakes, or a crest he intends to be your “new” family emblem - an attempt to overwrite the Joestar-like nobility he despises with his own symbol.
- The reception is opulent but uneasy: lavish food, live string music, and dancing that feels like a performance for Dio’s ego - people laugh too quickly and drink too much, because everyone senses they are in the presence of something predatory.
- Dio is startlingly attentive to you in public, almost theatrically gentlemanly - pulling out your chair, kissing your hand, guiding you through the crowd - partly to flaunt you, partly to remind everyone that this is the one person he will not tolerate disrespect toward.
- When you are alone, the tone shifts from grand spectacle to suffocating intimacy: he asks if you regret nothing, stares at you like he is trying to carve you into memory, and tells you that from this night onward, your fate is bound to his - whether that means ruling from the shadows as his human spouse, or eventually becoming something inhuman at his side.
Kars
- Kars sees human marriage as a small ritual compared to his quest for perfection, so if he gives it meaning, it is because he chooses to recognize your bond as something worthy of eternity.
- He frames it less as “till death do us part” and more as “you will stand beside the ultimate being as long as the stars burn,” turning the idea into a declaration that you belong with him beyond any normal lifespan.
- The wedding would be set somewhere that reflects both his ancient Pillar Man origins and his love of beauty: an immense stone temple or natural arena carved into a cliff, lit by moonlight and bioluminescent plants, surrounded by intricate carvings and murals of his people.
- The environment is carefully chosen to be timeless - high arches, ancient stone, a view of the sky so clear you can see the Milky Way - because he wants the place itself to feel like it could exist unchanged for millennia, just like him.
- Kars does not like crowds of humans, so at most, it is a very small gathering: only the other surviving Pillar Men, a few handpicked witnesses, or even just the two of you with the night as your only audience.
- If Esidisi, Wamuu, or Santana are there, Kars treats it as a rare, solemn occasion - they stand as silent witnesses, recognizing you as someone their leader values enough to formally bind himself to.
- Kars keeps his usual regal, almost statuesque look but elevates it: ornamental armor-like pieces, precious metals, and fabrics that echo his tribal and ancient heritage - something that makes him look like a god being crowned rather than a groom.
- Your attire is chosen or designed by him: something that flatters your form and moves beautifully in the wind, decorated with gemstones or motifs that reference his people’s art, making you look like the living embodiment of his “new world” ideal.
- His “vows” are straightforward but overwhelming: he speaks about how he has watched countless humans come and go, yet decided you are the one he will keep by his side as he transcends every boundary of life, evolution, and time.
- Instead of simple rings, there might be a more primal, ancient exchange: carved bands of stone or metal inscribed with Pillar Man symbols, a shared mark on your skin, or a ritual where you both place your hands on an ancient pillar to “record” this union in his people’s history.
- He may let a glimpse of his more monstrous, ultimate side slip through during the ritual - shifting his body in an elegant but terrifying display - to show that he is not hiding what he truly is from you, and that he expects you to accept all of him.
- Rather than a noisy reception, there is a quiet, almost reverent aftermath: walking through the temple grounds or along a cliff’s edge together while Kars explains bits of his long history he has never shared with anyone else.
- He makes it very clear - in word and in the way he touches you, protective and possessive - that from this point on, anyone who threatens you is, in his eyes, challenging the “ultimate life form,” and that is not something he allows to exist for long.
Dio Brando P3
- Dio sees marriage less as a human institution and more as formal proof that you belong to him above any god, Stand, or bloodline, the same way he seized Jonathan’s body and the Joestar fate for himself.
- He is arrogantly certain that no one alive is worthy of standing beside him unless they can endure his world of terror and glory, so the fact that he chooses you becomes another sign of his self-proclaimed “divinity.”
- He frames it as: “Even time itself will stop and witness that you are mine,” tying the idea of marriage to The World and his obsession with power, control, and eternity.
- The ceremony is set inside his Cairo mansion, in a space reshaped to look like a throne room - chapel: towering pillars, darkness broken by red and gold candlelight, and an aisle that leads not to an altar, but to his seat like a sovereign receiving fealty.
- The normal luxury interior is twisted into something decadent and ominous: velvet drapes, polished marble, and strange symbols carved into the floor around where you stand together, making the room feel like both a royal hall and a ritual chamber.
- Almost no one is allowed to witness it; most of his followers are beneath the occasion, and he considers their gaze unworthy of something so “intimate” and “sacred” between you and him.
- At most, a handful of trusted Stand users (like Enya’s ghostly presence in his mind, a tarot-like priest figure, or one or two elite agents) serve as silent witnesses, standing far back as if they’re attending the coronation of an emperor rather than a romantic ceremony.
- Dio leans into a regal, almost divine aesthetic: his already striking, beautiful appearance is embellished with rich fabrics - deep black and gold or blood-red and gold - accentuating that he is something more than human, with jewelry that looks like relics scavenged from dead kings.
- Your clothes are chosen to frame you as the counterpart to his self-styled godhood: dramatic silhouette, luxurious fabric, and an almost altar-offering vibe - something that makes it clear you are the one person elevated to stand at his side rather than kneel.
- Instead of gentle vows, he speaks like a conqueror-king: promising that your name will be etched into the new world he plans to rule, that every moment of history after this belongs to you and him standing above all others.
- As a “wedding ring,” he gives you something symbolic of his power - perhaps a custom accessory tied to The World’s motif, or an artifact marked with his crest - that marks you as untouchable under his protection and wrath.
- For one terrifyingly intimate moment, he stops time and draws you into that frozen world with him, letting you see the universe at a standstill while he murmurs that this silent, motionless eternity is the true witness to your union.
- The “reception” is more of a private audience: a dark feast in the mansion where any subordinate who dares attend must bow to you as well, learning very quickly that harming or disrespecting you is equivalent to challenging Dio himself.
- Later, when the mansion is quiet and Cairo’s streets are still, he likes to stand with you at a window or balcony overlooking the city, one arm around you as he talks about the future world he will reshape, speaking as if this marriage is the first step in rewriting destiny itself.
Kira Yoshikage
- He agrees to marriage only because it fits into his idea of a safe, stable, “normal” cover and because his attachment to you has grown into a craving he wants to lock into routine forever.
- He tells himself it’s practical - socially acceptable, harder for anyone to suspect him if he looks like a devoted spouse - but there is also a possessive undercurrent: the ring and papers are proof that you are his, neatly and legally.
- The ceremony is small and intentionally unremarkable: a tasteful but modest venue in or near Morioh, limited guests, nothing flashy - just enough flowers, music, and decor to look perfectly average in photos, the kind of thing no one remembers the details of.
- He chooses everything to avoid attention: neutral colors, simple arrangements, a short ceremony script, and absolutely no dramatic speeches or over-the-top displays; he wants people to think, “Oh, that was nice,” and then forget it.
- Only a tight circle of people is invited: necessary family, a few coworkers, maybe one or two acquaintances - no one who asks too many questions or likes chaos - the mood is politely warm but slightly stiff.
- Kira is charming but measured, careful not to show too much emotion - he smiles just enough, holds your hand, says the right words, but there is always the sense that he is curating the atmosphere like a perfectly arranged desk.
- Kira goes for a well-tailored suit, likely in light colors or soft tones, impeccably neat, with a tie or accessory that nods to his usual style - something that still makes him look like a refined salaryman blending into the crowd.
- Your outfit is something he quietly encourages: elegant but not loud, flattering yet not so striking that people focus on you for weeks afterward; he wants you to feel beautiful, but also safe inside his carefully built anonymity.
- During the vows, he keeps his voice steady and calm, choosing simple, traditional phrasing; he doesn’t like improvisation, but there are tiny moments - a softened gaze, the way his fingers linger around yours - that betray how intensely he actually feels.
- The rings are simple and classic, comfortable to wear every day; he’s slightly fixated on the way yours sits on your hand, occasionally brushing his thumb over it later like he’s reassuring himself that it’s still there.
- If he’s stressed, he might briefly rub his own ring or adjust his cuff as a grounding gesture, turning the symbols of marriage into part of his controlled, repetitive rituals.
- The reception is short and tidy: a sit-down meal, soft background music, polite conversation - no wild dancing, no drunken speeches - he’s relieved when guests start to leave and the noise level drops.
- His favorite part is when it is finally just the two of you in a quiet room or your new shared home: shoes off, jacket folded, the world shut out while he carefully hangs up his suit and then comes to sit beside you, looking at your ring with a faint, satisfied calm like a puzzle piece finally locked into place.
Diavolo
- He does not see marriage as romance first - it is a control mechanism and a binding, a way to ensure you can never fully leave his orbit, spiritually or practically. He is obsessive, paranoid, and terrified of losing what he has decided is his.
- On some level, he is disgusted by the idea of exposing this vulnerable attachment, so he insists the union be something private, secret, and almost ritualistic - something only you and he fully understand, never the world at large.
- A public wedding is out of the question - too much risk, too many witnesses, too much chaos he cannot predict. Instead, the ceremony feels more like an underworld rite: hidden, controlled, and threaded into his life as Boss of Passione.
- It might take place in a secluded, luxurious but tightly secured location - an old Italian church no longer in public use, a private chapel on an estate, or a candlelit room deep in one of his safehouses, heavy with incense, shadow, and stained glass colors spilling across the floor.
- Almost no one is allowed to attend; the fewer who know, the safer he feels. At most, there is a discreet officiant bound by fear or loyalty, and perhaps one or two trusted subordinates who understand how suicidal it would be to ever mention it.
- Even if his other self, Doppio, is part of your lives, Diavolo keeps the ceremony under his control - if Doppio appears at all, it’s in fragmented, confused pieces, with Diavolo reasserting dominance whenever anything feels too emotional or exposed.
- Diavolo’s attire amplifies his intimidating, almost ritualistic aura: dark, fitted, and expensive, with sharp lines and just enough color or pattern to echo his usual style - something that makes him look like both mafia royalty and an executioner.
- Your outfit is chosen to complement him: dramatic enough to feel ceremonial, but practical enough for a hasty exit if needed - rich fabrics, deep colors, and details that make you look like someone who belongs at the side of a king of the underworld.
- His “vows” are not soft or flowery. He speaks in low, steady words about how you are now tied to him beyond anything the law or church could define, that no one will ever touch what belongs to him without having their future erased.
- King Crimson’s presence hangs over the moment: he might skip tiny slivers of time around the vows so that certain words are heard only by you, never by the officiant or witnesses, as if he is carving out a private dimension just for this bond.
- Instead of simple rings, there might be dual symbols: a ring for the world to see if necessary, and a hidden mark - jewelry worn under your clothes, a scar, or a small shared token only you and he know the meaning of - that anchors you to him in a way no one else can decode.
- The “reception” is just a quiet, tense stillness after everyone else is gone: doors locked, guards posted far away, and Diavolo finally exhaling as the pressure of being seen lifts off his shoulders.
- In private, he is more physically close but still intense - fingers at your throat feeling your pulse, thumb brushing the ring or hidden token, as if reassuring himself that you are real, bound, and not a future he’ll have to erase to stay safe.
Enrico Pucci
- He treats the bond as sacramental before anything else: not just legal or romantic, but a covenant wrapped into his theology and his pursuit of “heaven,” where being with you becomes part of his divinely ordained path rather than a distraction from it.
- There is guilt and tension under the surface - he worries about attachment clouding his duty - so he resolves it by convincing himself that God intended him to walk this path with you, and that your suffering, growth, and love will all be tools for reaching his perfect world.
- The ceremony is held in a chapel - ideally a quiet, old one with high ceilings, stained glass, and the smell of candles and incense - somewhere that feels removed from the world and yet deeply rooted in faith.
- If his status as a priest makes a public wedding impossible or scandalous, he chooses a more private, almost cloistered setting: a side chapel at night, doors locked, only a few trusted witnesses and the presence of the divine as he understands it.
- The guest list is extremely limited: perhaps a few members of the congregation who respect him, or none at all beyond an officiant and you - the atmosphere is reverent, hushed, with more prayerful silence than chatter.
- People who attend feel like they are watching something both beautiful and unsettling - a priest whose faith is palpable exchanging vows that sound less like “happily ever after” and more like promises made under the eyes of a severe, watching heaven.
- Pucci’s attire leans heavily into his religious identity: clerical clothing or a formal dark suit with subtle religious symbols, looking every bit the composed, devout man of God even as he binds himself to you.
- Your outfit is elegant but modest in a way that fits the church setting: clean lines, soft fabrics, and maybe subtle religious or celestial motifs, making you look more like a partner in a pilgrimage than a fairytale spouse.
- His vows are deeply theological: he speaks about walking together through suffering, sin, and grace, about accepting whatever “end” God has set, and about loving you in a way that is supposed to mirror divine love - unyielding, unwavering, sometimes painfully demanding.
- The rings are simple but blessed; he insists on prayers over them, perhaps sprinkling holy water, turning them into tangible symbols of a vow he fully believes is recorded in heaven - and therefore cannot be undone lightly.
- There is an unsettling undercurrent when he mentions the future: he may allude to a time when the world’s gravity will change, when everything will be “made right,” and promises that your soul will be guided through that storm by his hand, even if the path is agonizing.
- The “reception” is subdued: maybe a small meal in a church hall or a quiet walk on the grounds at dusk - he seems relieved that the noisy part is over and is most at ease when it is just you, him, and the sound of distant bells or cicadas.
- In private, he is gentle but intense - fingers tracing your ring, murmuring prayers of thanks and protection over you - as if he is trying to seal this bond not just emotionally but spiritually, so that when he finally reaches his version of heaven, you will be pulled into that orbit with him, whether you are ready or not.
Funny Valentine
- He does not separate love from duty; if he marries you, it is because he believes you can stand beside the “ideal president” and that your bond serves his greater purpose for the nation, not just his heart.
- There is a possessive, patriotic twist to it: you are not just his spouse but a symbol - someone he plans to protect at any cost, even if that means using his Stand or sacrificing countless others to keep you and his dream intact.
- The wedding is formal and steeped in national symbolism: held in a stately building or grand hall, with flags, polished wood, and a layout that feels more like a state function than something out of a romance novel.
- He choreographs everything to project stability and dignity: a carefully chosen officiant, a concise ceremony, no chaos or unpredictability - every moment calculated to say, “This is the union of a leader and someone worthy of standing at his side.”
- Publicly, the guest list includes politicians, military figures, influential families, and carefully vetted media; the mood is patriotic, full of polite applause, and speeches about unity, destiny, and the future.
- Privately, away from the spotlight, the mood shifts; he drops the polished speech pattern and speaks to you in a more honest, intense way, making it very clear that beneath the public story, this is a deeply personal vow he expects to outlast every alternate world he steps through.
- Valentine wears an immaculate formal suit or ceremonial attire echoing his usual striped aesthetic - elegant, old-fashioned, and unmistakably presidential, as if he stepped out of a painting of historical American leaders.
- Your outfit balances prestige and intimacy: refined, tailored, and camera-ready, but with subtle personal touches he insisted on - a color, a brooch, a motif - that marks you as his rather than just an ornament for the cameras.
- His vows are eloquent and heavy with ideals: talk of “standing together through all possible histories,” “defending our shared home,” and “never allowing this country or this bond to fall to misfortune.”
- The wedding rings may incorporate national motifs - stars, stripes, or an emblem - turning your marriage into a symbol of the world he wants to protect - he watches yours slide onto your finger with a look that is equal parts tenderness and strategic satisfaction.
- D4C’s presence is felt like a pressure in the air; there is an unspoken implication that across multiple worlds, he will find you, choose you, and bind himself to you again and again if he has to, because this union has become part of his “correct” timeline.
- The reception has two layers: public toasts and smiles, then a carefully controlled, more intimate gathering with only the most trusted allies, where he relaxes slightly but still keeps one eye on the room and exits.
- When he finally gets you alone, away from cameras and witnesses, he is quietly intense - thumb brushing over your ring, voice low as he tells you that from this point forward, your safety and happiness are woven directly into the fate of the nation he’s willing to warp reality itself to protect.
Toru
- He plays it off like it’s no big deal - “just the next step, right?” - but the fact he agrees to marriage at all means he has quietly decided you are part of the future he wants to drag into his weird, calamity‑ridden orbit.
- There’s a possessive streak under the lazy charm: he likes the idea that you are officially “his person,” someone who will come back to him no matter how many subtle emotional landmines he leaves lying around.
- The wedding skews modern and understated, probably at a trendy but not too flashy venue - rooftop, minimalist hall, or chic restaurant - with lots of glass, warm lighting, and indie music that makes everything feel a bit like a Pinterest board come to life.
- On the surface, it is relaxed and stylish: fairy lights, simple floral arrangements, maybe a small live band - underneath, there are little glitches - minor accidents, weird timing, a glass shattering at the exact wrong moment - that feel like the universe tripping over itself around you two.
- The guest list is small but curated: some coworkers, a few old “friends,” people who know Toru as the vaguely unreliable but charming guy, not as someone tied to disaster itself.
- The vibe is casual, conversational, and just slightly off - people laugh and drink and post aesthetic stories, but a few guests leave with the inexplicable feeling that something about the night was…odd, like they brushed against bad luck and got away in time.
- Tooru goes for effortless cool: a well‑cut suit or semi‑formal outfit that looks like he barely tried but somehow nailed; his hair styled just enough to look good in photos without losing that “I woke up like this” charm.
- Your outfit matches the modern, airy vibe - clean lines, flattering silhouette, maybe unconventional details (colors, patterns, or accessories) that make you look like the main character of an artsy romance film.
- His vows are deceptively simple and honest‑sounding - talking about how you “make life interesting” and how he “doesn’t want anyone else at the end of the day” - but there’s a slightly unsettling subtext of, “You’re the one I want, so that’s how it is.”
- He slips in private comments only you can really parse, little callbacks to things you went through together that no one else would understand, using inside jokes to mask how intensely he’s actually tying himself to you.
- You can almost feel Wonder of U lingering at the edges of the day, not doing anything overt, but making certain mishaps occur with too-perfect timing - someone nearly tripping, a light flickering at a key line - as if the Stand is watching and acknowledging this bond.
- The reception is more like a long hangout than a formal party: drinks, chatting, some dancing if the mood strikes; Toru drifts in and out of conversations but always circles back to you, hand at your waist or fingers laced with yours, like he’s making sure no one pulls you too far away.
- When it’s finally just the two of you - maybe in a quiet car ride home or in a dim, messy honeymoon suite - he drops the teasing tone a bit, studying your ring, your face, and murmuring in that soft, lazy voice that you’re “really stuck with him now,” equal parts promise, threat, and strangely comforting guarantee.
