jojo's bizarre reader-inserts

quick fix - giorno

requests are still open so send me in some jojos to ruin with my writing. enjoy some out of character giorno and vento aureo spoilers 😄

also I made gio a little older

The petrifying glow that emitted off of Giorno Giovanna scared you only a tiny bit.

As he looked into the mirror Mista had handed him, he noticed that his face was luminescent and nearly transparent. The glow emitting from his face was only a startle compared to the fact that he could barely see his own face. How was he gonna do his hair in the morning?

"Well," he finally stated,"Polnareff?" Giorno's voice was in monotone.

With your hands underneath Coco Jumbo, Polnareff emerged from the key on its shell.  His eyes went wide when he saw the glowing Giorno.

"Mon deiu! You're glowing!" You chuckled at his response but Giorno glared; he didn't find anything about his situation amusing.

"Why is this happening? What's going on?"

The Frenchman thought for a second, before crossing his arms.

"Well...You do know that your father, Dio, was a vampire..."

"Excuse me?" You and Giorno spat at the same time. Polnareff looked up at you confused. Mista rubbed his chin and chuckled to himself muttering something like 'this would make so much sense..' However, Polnareff cleared his throat and all eyes were on him.

"According to what I know, Dio has been around for a few centuries. I wouldn't be surprised if you yourself would be half vampire, Giorno."

Your knees felt wobbly just by holding Coco Jumbo in your arms. He wasn't heavy at all; it was more so the things that Polnareff was explaining making you feel shaky. Giorno's expression didn't change but you could see Mista crossing his arms and staring at Giorno's translucent face on the mirror.

"I need some time to think. Everyone please leave."

Mista suddenly jumped back and nodded, heading towards the door and side eyeing you to join him. But before you could move, Giorno spoke once again.

"(Y/N) hand Polnareff to Mista. I want to speak to you alone."

You handed the turtle off to Mista. Polnareff gave you a quick wink before he and Mista exited the room. You were thankful for the Frenchman's wink as it felt like a small reassurance that everything was going to be ok. Since he was the oldest out of Giorno's reformed gang, he felt like a sort of mentor to you. Like a father or an older brother figure. You were thankful for his existence.

Giorno silently motioned you to come to him as he continued looking (or trying to look at) his reflection. You decided that he looked a little tense so you came from behind his chair and wrapped your arms around his neck. In return he brought your hand to his lips and gave it a loving kiss.

"What do you think I should do?" He asked, almost uncharacteristically. You rested your chin on his shoulder.

"How should I know? I'm not a vampire." You could tell this only irritated Giorno a little more. You decided to go against another snarky comment. "You've been living off of human food since you were born so you don't need blood....Oh, and you don't have fangs." He stayed silent.

"None of that solves how I'm supposed to look at myself in the mirror everyday."

You thought for a second on what he would need to look in the mirror everyday for. You don't really need to look at yourself to brush your teeth. He was already eighteen years old and he still hasn't grown a full beard yet. The baby hairs that sprouted above his upper lip and on his chin didn't count, and when they did he would shave them off. Technically, Mista shaved them off for him. The hairy man was well experienced in that field.

So what caused Giorno infernal turmoil with his reflection?

Then it hit you.

"Your hair!" You yelped, "is that what you're worried about?"

Giorno seemed as if he wanted to cry, but instead just merely nodded and sighed longingly. You puckered your lip and gave him reassuring butterfly kisses from his jawline to his cheek.

"We'll fix this, Gio, don't worry."

"I know. I have hope."

"There has to be some way that vampire look at themselves in the mirror. They can't look naturally beautiful without fixing themselves up a little can they?" Yes they can. 2AM after-sex Giorno was proof.

"I guess not." He muttered. The word 'beautiful' lingered in your head for a moment as an idea birthed itself inside of your head. An invisible light bulb suddenly sprung itself above your head and you moved yourself to his side in order to face him eye to eye.

"I've got an idea. Wait here." Giorno was confused by your sudden outburst as you disappeared from the room and into another. Trish's more specifically.

Trish had gone out shopping for summer clothes, and was currently missing the reveal of Giorno's newfound identity. She had messily left her makeup behind, cluttered around her vanity desk. You gathered everything she had and hoped that she wouldn't mind it being used. You figured she would do anything for her boss.

You returned with a mess of items in your hands leaving Giorno with a raised brow. But before he could question, you began dusting and powdering his face with Trish's foundation. You weren't going to do the whole set of eyeliner or mascara since you were pretty sure you'd faint at the sight of him. He didn't question your make up method. He stayed silent and let you do what you did best. He must really be that desperate.

You patted his nose once more before raising his lowered vanity from his thigh. You went back behind his chair and graced his cheek with your thumb.

"Ta-dah! Reflection! I knew this would work." Giorno's eyes lit up with pools of tears and his plump lips quivered. To your dismay and want of seeing the Italian boy cry he didn't let those years escape his eyes.

Without another word he brought your chin onto his shoulder and grazed his lips against your cheek.

"Thank you." You smiled in response and gave him a quick kiss. "Anything for you, Giorno."