(((For some people, or maybe just my best friend, who wanted to see what it would be like!)))
Art work not done by me - You can find it on here - https://www.reddit.com/r/StardustCrusaders/comments/brd5oj/fanart_jonathan_gets_his_body_back/
3rd's p.o.v
It was a peaceful night in (city's name), although the loud sounds of horns and cars got annoying to new comers, this place was something that was proudly held in the hearts of those who've lived here since birth, or a very long time.
Snow fell and littered the streets and alleys, creating soft blankets amongst the dirty pavements. It was the harsh coldness of the winter time, though at the moment, it was quite tame, just silent snow.
Everything was happy and peaceful...
Expect for one person.
He had woken up to around an hour ago, snow piling slowly on top of his now droopy once spiked sun colored hair, his hands reaching up to rub against his bare shoulders, his black sleeveless turtle neck doing not much to protect him from the harsh mother nature.
This man, was DIO Brando.
after getting kicked out from a store, and being beaten by a handbag from some lady off the street who offered help, he sat out in the cold, tempting his decisions.
Quite off for a man so selflessly indulged in himself right? Quite the narcissist indeed. But, exactly what had made him go so quite in his thoughts that he was somewhat cradling himself?
Well, my dear friends, I'm here to tell you the answer!
Humanity.
Humanity was the answer. He could feel the cold wind when it wouldn't affect him, he could feel the pain from the beating of a handbag when he never could, he could even feel his body slowly become numb when he had complete control over it.
So Why.
Dio was supposed to be dead, beaten and destroyed by Jotaro Kujo back in 1989, and from the quite displeasing display at the McDonald's he stumbled upon, it was the year 2019. A whole 30 years had gone by, but how exactly did he end up surviving you ask?
He Didn't.
Yes my friends, This DIO Brando can't be the same one who died back then. Especially if he knows he died. So how? Let's say, maybe he was given a second chance by god. although, should anyone really trust DIO with a second chance? Nah, but then this story wouldn't exist.
So in fact! He had realized from the moment he had tried to feast upon a young woman's blood, to the moment he realized this shit ain't as tasty as it was those years ago, it all came ticking together.
He felt emotions. He felt pain. Blood was no longer appetizing him. He could feel the fucking cold winds for fuck sake.
He had gotten back his Humanity.
The thing he casted away for more than 100 years ago.
It came back, just to spite him.
So on the ground he was, in a fetal cradling like position as his hand gently ran over the Joestars birthmark. At least for good news to him he still had Jonathan's body. As he did this though, all those memories he had long forgotten or surpassed came rushing back,
The pure faith Jojo kept in him even after all those things, Jojo claiming at one point that DIO could change for the greater good. To those memories of him being defeated by Jonathan over and over again and then being reduce to nothing but a head. The pure respect he held for the Joestar, to where Jojo even died holding onto DIO's head.

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Fate Has us Bound (Jonathan Joestar x Reader) ((1))
Fantasía《《SLOW UPDATES DUE TO NO INTERNET AND MY GAY WRITING SKILLS》》 OKAY, so here's just in case some parts confused you. About Y/n. Or whatever you wanna put. Just before Dio came into the picture, it had been about 5 months since she had been adopted in...