Flufftober 2020: Jonathan Joestar x Reader

Flufftober Day 13

Flufftober day 13 prompt: Carrying

You had known Jonathan almost your whole life, ever since you were children the pair of you would always hang around together, at first it was because your mother was friends with his father but not too much longer you and the young male and formed a special bond, one that almost nothung, besides distance, could break. And that bond was strong, all thoughout your young lives, that bond was broken the day that your family had moved out of London and to the outskirts of Paris, France. Forcing you to leave your childhood home, memories of places and your young love behind, and making you learn a new and nearly unknown language, make new memories and get used to living in what seemed like a whole new world. And of course, you had to make new friends. Non of the people in any of your classes had understood English, and very few of the teachers at the school understood your native tongue or accent either.

With all of the struggle and heart break that had come with moving away, the moment you were old enough, you started applying for post secondary schools in and around London, hoping that if you were to return home your life may turn a little more normal comapred to that of the one you were living now. And after being accepted to the school of your choice of when you were younger, you were thrilled, but instead of starting to pack up your belongings, you sat in your window, overlooking the French city and enjoying the view of the bustling streets and the small street shops and stalls and the view of the Eiffel Tower. Paris would always be your home away from home, however it only being second to that of the Joestar manor. Your mind only had one thought occupying the space; Jonathan Joestar.

The whole trip out of Paris and out of France, back to your homeland, back to your love, back to where your accent would fit in and to where people would understand what you had said, even if French had become your main spoken tongue. There was only one person who had made a nest in your mind, his face constantly in your dreams, always in your thoughts for the past ten years, even thought you were only the age of nine, both of you quickly approaching your tenth birthdays, he was always on your mind. "Love, huh? Such a loser, and after all these years, he probably doesn't even remember me." You speak quietly, so that the people around you wouldn't hear and think that you had gone absoutely mad.

As soon as you had gotten home to England, you started to make your way to your old home, the key still hung around your neck from when you were only little, it being a way for you to never lose it. Your second stop after your childhood home was the Joestar manor, crossing their property on foot and walking up to their door and knocking on it, a famillar butler answering the door and you embrace him, the age was clearly showing on his face. He lets you in and the next person who you had come across was a blond, who seemed to care more about himself than anyone else in the house, and at the top of the stairs, you saw him. The man you had traveled over a thousand kilometers to see again, his face at first uncertain as to who your were but he quickly realized, embracing you after the many long years.

You spent the entire day, or at least what was left of it, talking and bonding with Jonathan, catching up after all the years that neither of you had been around each other. Jonathan told you about the blond who now lived with him, his name being Dio Brando. The whole time you and the your 'kindergarden crush' were catching up, you would share wholesome kisses like the ones you used to think about while living in France. After that night's supper, you and Jonathan decided to go on a walk around his home,watching the sunset as you did. While on your way back home, you could feel your body slowly start to get more and more exhausted with each step. Jonathan quickly noticed and offered to carry you home, and when you had refused, he didn't take no for an answer and for him doing do you would be forever grateful. Bringing you up to his room and passing you one of his shirts to sleep in,

Slipping under the covers, he gave you a quicl kiss on the cheek. "Goofnight, (Y/N), I'm glad you're home again."