(Book Three of the ❝Jojo's Bizarre x Reader❞ Series. Please read previous works to understand the lore.)
History repeats itself when (Y/N) "Drei" (L/N) III, granddaughter of (Y/N) (L/N)-Wright, turns vampiric. It's a race against time as she seeks r...
TWISTED TEETH from 35MM: A MUSICAL EXHIBITION (ORIGINAL CAST RECORDING)
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"Jotaro, wait."
He stopped, turning to see (Y/N). Then his mother came running over. "You forgot something! Here's a goodbye kiss!"
He begrudgingly allowed it. "You bitch. Stop clinging to your child alr--"
"Jotaro!" scolded (Y/N).
"How the Hell did you get over here already?"
"That doesn't matter. I need to talk to you before you go." She approached, her arms characteristically crossed. "I doubt you would but please... if you see Drei--"
"Fine." He waved it off, beginning his walk to school. But, (Y/N) grabbed his arm and put her lace in his hand. He gripped it and shoved it into his pocket as he turned to leave once more.
"Have a good day!" Holly called out.
(Y/N) remained next to her, nervously biting her nails. Sure, Jotaro had an attitude but he was nothing if not a Joestar. She knew deep down he'd do the right thing, even if it was a hassle to do so.
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You laid your back and foot against a tree. Your arms crossed, you looked at the boy next to you. His name was Noriaki Kakyoin. He painted a picture of Jotaro as he walked with an entourage of girls wearing the same violet uniform as you following close behind. Once Jotaro took his first step down the stairs that led to the school, you spoke:
"Now."
"No," Kakyoin rebutted. "Not yet, (Y/N)."
You nodded. "You have the brush. You know best."
Kakyoin waited until Jotaro was halfway down the steps before smearing red paint against the portrait's leg. Suddenly, you heard the commotion as Jotaro fell down the incline. You and Kakyoin looked at one another, then walked over to the top of the staircase to investigate and see the damage you had caused. To prevent your vampire flesh from burning, you wore a cloak with a peacock clip and the hood over your head. Underneath your already long skirt were white leggings. Your schoolbag was strapped over your shoulder and underneath the cloak.
"He seems to have quite the strong stand if he was able to prevent himself from getting injured further," you commented, holding onto your schoolbag strap.
"No wonder he wants us to get rid of him," Kakyoin agreed, throwing the painting in the branches. With the swish of his paintbrush, the canvas exploded into scraps and he tossed the brush into the bushes.
"He's no match for your stand, however, my dear friend," you encouraged.
You and Kakyoin walked down, his scarf and your cloak blowing in the wind. Jotaro turned, his eyes widening.
