Star Struck (JJBA x Reader Oneshots) [COMPLETED]

Giorno Giovanna | Fairy Problems

Mythical!AU

GENDER NEUTRAL READER FLUFF

~minor language warning~

(Art is not mine cred to Staryoruu on twitter with minor edits)

[A/n- Double update, who dis??]

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I put on my sunhat and went out into the forest surrounding my house, following my premonition that I'll make a friend today. Being the only solitary witch in the forest always made me self conscious, but that didn't stop me from my practice. Not being welcome in all three neighboring kingdoms helped my decision though. I still remember each one calling me to the throne and then kicking me out.

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I stood before a velvet curtain in heavy iron chains when a short boy that couldn't have been older than twelve walked out with a rolled parchment, certainly with the final verdict. The verdict on an arbitrary crime.

"Lord King Diavolo has decreed that the defendant, (Full/name), has committed minor treason in using the dark arts of fairy magic!" A round of gasps filled the room, but were swiftly quieted. "However, the Lord King takes pity on this young man and will only sentence him to eternal exile from the kingdom of Passione!" A round of applause, then quiet. "I, Doppio Vinegar, sire-in-waiting to Lord King Diavolo, hereby sentence you to eternal exile! Pack your things and you will be escorted out of the gates by sundown."

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Similarly again, I stood before a grand throne, but this time chained around my neck and hands, all in iron. Again, I stand trial for a false accusation. This time on being a fairy myself.

"(F/n), plead your case," came the booming voice of the royal advisor, Sir Abbaccio.

"I plead innocent, as proven by my perfect health and lack of injury from these iron chains," I declare in defiance of the town's fae hunt.

"King Bucciaratti, what say you?" Sir Abbaccio turned to the King on his golden, and frankly overrated, chair.

"(F/n), I cannot prove your innocence, nor can I seem to prove your guilt. I therefore, hereby sentence you to an eternal exile. You will be escorted out of the kingdom at your discretion before tomorrow's sunrise." King Bucciaratti, though holding a stern face, I could see the sadness in his eyes. He didn't want to, but still did.

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Goddamnit. I stand before the final throne, one of an Emperor this time, tied to a pole before his gaudy seat, the room as dark as it could be with only a few candelabras to light the area. This time for supposedly sleeping with his Pope, which I would never do in a million years. Pucci's too obsessed with DIO anyway.

"(F/n), I, Emperor DIO, am disappointed. I thought you would know better than to touch what is mine. Pope Enrico is holy and has devoted his mind, body, and soul to me, and yet you attempted to corrupt such holiness." He moves his clawed hand to pet said Pope, who sat draped over Emperor DIO's knee. "I have forgiven him, as he proved he was still holy in virtue." I had to hold back a sneer, as Pucci only did this to gain DIO's attention.

"However, my trusted advisor, Vanilla Ice has attested to your loyalty. You should thank him for your lightened punishment." I look over to a smiling Vanilla Ice, who nodded to me. I could only bow my head in gratitude. I thought I was going to actually die this time.

"So, you are hereby sentenced to exile, with exceptions for when Vanilla wishes to see you." I was shocked, and looked back at him as he blushed lightly. WHAT????

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I shook my head and refocused on the path, noticing some lavender. May I have you? I felt no ill will, so I smiled and thanked the earth as I harvested the fragrant flowers. I stood with the flowers in my woven basket. A swarm of blue butterflies flitted past, going farther down the path, and my soul screamed to follow. So I did.

I followed and followed until I came across a small meadow where there were flowers of all kinds scattered about. It was beautiful and the light seemed to trickle through the leaves, illuminating the middle of the clearing. The grass seemed to invite me in and I knew I was supposed to be there. I stepped into the clearing and saw something I never thought my mortal eyes could.

A fairy.

He stood, his long, golden hair falling over his back, his graceful hands holding a small orb of energy. He turned to me slowly, his piercing eyes seeing into my soul, and my heart stopped. He's beautiful.

"Who-?" he trailed, voice sounding nothing like they say fairies sound like. It was deep and masculine and mesmerizing.

"My name is (Y/n)," I paused and remembered those fae tricks they warn you about in stories. "And you may call me as such," I end shakily, worried if I was presumptuous. He laughed. It sounded like the only music my soul ever wanted to hear. How is he this enchanting? 

"(Y/n), I am no fae trickster, though I do seem to find the apprehensive type. Your soul led you to my meadow, so you must be tired." I realize how sore my feet are and nod, opening my mouth to excuse myself. "You needn't leave. I'll watch over you while you rest. The flowers enjoy your presence." He walks over, holding out his hand. I place mine in his and he leads me to the center.

"Tell me of your travels, I haven't heard from king Bruno in ages." I sit near him as he eases my head into his lap, gently brushing it with his hands.

"My travels are full of strife, are you sure you want to hear them?"

"Of course, dear. Tell me of your life," he gently urged, smiling kindly.

So I told him of my travels, my strife, and even the few beautiful people I've met. I told him of my family, how they sided with Lord King Diavolo, and how I was left to fend for myself. I told him of King Bucciaratti's kindness and my pain of being left by him as well. Finally, I tried to skip over as much of DIO's kingdom, it being the worst one. He laughed at the accusation Pucci pinned on me.

"I can tell you would do no such thing, nor have you. Though your soul is quite attractive to many, you've never loved, have you?" He asked with such sincerity I had to sit up and look him in the eyes. His hands went to slow me, but stopped when he saw my eyes.

"I've never thought about it, but I think I have." I look deep into his eyes and noticed their beautiful teal hue, ever changing yet steady. He blushed slowly, reaching for my cheek with his gentle hand, staring deep into my (e/c) eyes.

"Could it be," he stopped a hair's breath away from my skin when the realization hit him. "You've fallen for me?" His hand began to retract when my (well cared for/calloused) hand stopped him, placing it against my cheek. I smiled and kissed his wrist, closing my eyes to savor the feeling of his skin against my lips.

He jumped onto my chest, kissing my cheeks and nose. I start giggling when I lightly push him off to look into his eyes, gleaming with happiness. "What? Why are you so happy?"

"You did it! You broke the curse!" I looked at him, clearly befuddled. "A horrible sorcerer cursed me to stay in this meadow, never to speak of the curse, but the one to fall for me and have me fall for them would set me free by kissing a very specific spot on my wrist. He made it almost impossible but you did it." He had pure love in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered against my lips, pressing them to mine with a kind of passion you only read about.

To think, the thing that supposedly gave me the most problems in life made me feel like this. Made me fall in love.