Black Magic Woman { Johnny Joestar x Reader }

*Prologue*

am·biv·a·lence/amˈbivələns/nounnoun: ambivalence; plural noun: ambivalences
the state of having mixed feelings or contradictory ideas about something or someone."the law's ambivalence about the importance of a victim's identity"

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[Y/N] pushed her bowler hat down to contain her [H/C] hair, holding the reins that were attached to her horse's brown leather bit in one hand. With the peak of her cap guiding the sun away from her whirlpool [E/C] eyes, she looked around in search of the camp she'd be staying in for the night. The Steel Ball Race had yet to begin, so [Y/N] had time to practice with her old pal, Atmosphere.

Atmosphere was a Karachay Horse, black starting from the tip of his ears to the base of his neck, below that was brown fur with white spots. His mane was jet black, done in a neat braid by [Y/N]. He was bred for many things, three of those being pleasure riding, endurance riding, and mountain races. He was known for being loyal, that was [Y/N]'s favorite part about him. She showed him loyalty, Atmosphere showed it back. Atmosphere was known for endurance, strong resistance to disease, high coordination. [Y/N] was more 'relax now, business later' but, Atmosphere was like one of those best friends who keep you out of trouble.

[Y/N] was a pretty laid back person, the lady was calm and almost always relaxed. She had friends in different places, so many that if someone was to ask what she was like, they'd describe her as the best person they'd ever met. [Y/N] wasn't rich, - at least she wasn't anymore - but she had so many people that respected her you wouldn't be able to tell. [Y/N] was also known for her persistent and persuasive nature, a temptress if you will, except she would never use her looks to her advantage. And although she was mostly laid back, she could also be serious. This is why she and Atmosphere got along so well.

[Y/N] carefully got off of her horse, rubbing his neck before reaching into her satchel, and pulling out a Black-Eyed Susan. Twisting the stem between her lengthy fingers, [Y/N] brought the flower to her horse's mouth. Atmosphere ate it with no hesitation, [Y/N] chuckling as he did so. She closed up the satchel, popping her knuckles with a grin. Baby hairs stuck to her forehead due to perspiration, her skin looked dewy in the light of the sun. The twenty-year-old Giada wiped her head, pulling a handkerchief from her cuffed sleeves. Dragging the off-white napkin across her skin, [Y/N] noticed her horse was also sweating. She turned to her satchel again, pulling out a leather canteen and pouring a bit of her water onto the damp handkerchief. She wiped the beads sweat off of her horse's shoulder.

Shoving the handkerchief into her satchel, as well as the canteen, [Y/N] nodded. Looked as though everything was in order. She had already gotten rid of things she didn't need and made room in her leather satchel. The girl looked at Atmosphere, smiling at him. Atmosphere whinnied, rubbing his muzzle against her shiny [S/C] cheek. [Y/N] smiled and climbed onto her horse, running her finger down the black braid on the back of his neck.

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[Y/N] sat on the leather saddle on her horse. She was sitting at the starting line with Atmosphere, nibbling on her bottom lip as the race was about to start. Atmosphere could tell [Y/N] was nervous, though the horse remained calm. Atmosphere lifted his snout, [Y/N] taking notice. She chuckled, rubbing the top of Atmosphere's head, he always managed to calm her down. The sound of a firework made her jump a bit, the race had started, and [Y/N] was still a little nervous.

Atmosphere wasted no time in galloping forward, giving his rider little time to adjust her seated position. She laughed as Atmosphere ran ahead, a few paces behind and to the left of the blonde-haired Italian in first. [Y/N] gripped the reins connected to the bit, wrapping them around her balled up fists. [Y/N] wasn't trying to get in front of Gyro, but it seemed as though Atmosphere was. The girl cackled, something about the situation was all too funny to her.

Before she could catch her breath, [Y/N] noticed something. She craned her neck, only to see winning candidate Diego Brando. She pursed her lips, licking her top row of teeth. She reached into her satchel, pulling out a thin ball of yarn. The translucent yarn slipped around her finger as she shoved the rest of the yarn back into her satchel. The green string tightened around the knuckle of her finger, cutting off her circulation. [Y/N] tied the yarn in place, wagging her finger next to Atmosphere's leg, causing the horse to lock up and fling forward. The horse suddenly went back to normal, running as nothing happened. Now beside Gyro, [Y/N] offered a wink before Atmosphere dragged ahead.

This was something [Y/N]'s mother passed down to her. The string of Everlong. None of the males in [Y/N]'s family knew about it because, despite being married to them, they couldn't trust they wouldn't call Everlong witchcraft. Which isn't what it was, it was Gadia black magic. Everlong could change the physical properties and chemical properties of any living thing, however [Y/N] didn't use it for much. She only ever used it when she wanted to play a prank on others, often turning things that were hard, soft. Or vice versa.

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[Y/N] was shocked. First place, because of a mistake Zeppeli made? This must be her lucky day. She slid off of her horse, jumping up and down. Atmosphere caught onto [Y/N]'s excitement, neighing in response. "Ah, Atmosphere! We did it! Who's a good horse, are you my good boy?" [Y/N] clapped her hands, pulling another Black-Eyed Susan out of her leather bag. She forked it over to Atmosphere, who ate it quickly. "I'm so proud of you, baby! Look at you!"

[Y/N] was removed from her thoughts when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around to see that same British rider, Diego Brando. She raised an eyebrow, "Can I help you?" [Y/N] asked curiously. When he didn't answer, [Y/N] rolled her eyes and turned back to her horse. She hopped up onto the saddle. "Well if you-"

"I want you to lose this round," Diego stated bluntly. [Y/N] took a second to register what he said before bursting out into laughter. Diego remained still, he was serious. [Y/N] awkwardly stopped laughing, before returning to her previous mood. She wanted to say something snarky, but to remain mature, she decided against it. 

"You're stupid and crazy if you think I'm going to do that willingly. Maybe win the next round, then you can try demanding me around. Even then, I won't listen. You've got a better chance at teaming up with me, Brando. And again, those chances are low." [Y/N] sassily fixed her bowlers cap, climbing onto Atmosphere and sending a harsh glare towards Diego. She pet Atmosphere, riding off to prepare for the next stage.

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