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thornybubbles · 9 months

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Short Scenario: Reader's Stand is overpowered nightmare fuel (Stardust Crusaders) (non-yandere)

It wasn't looking good. An enemy Stand user had managed to corner nearly the entire group minus Jotaro and Iggy. You really wished they were here right now. You were the only one standing at the moment. The others lay on the ground paralyzed due to the enemy's Stand's ability. Anytime another Stand user tried to attack him, both they and their Stand would end up as a helpless heap on the ground. You were the only one that hadn't revealed your Stand yet... and you were hesitant to do so.

You haven't used Overkill in a very long time and for good reason. If you summoned it, and used it against the enemy, it would no doubt take out not only the Stand user, but the other Crusaders, yourself, and half of the town. For most of the trip, you'd managed to do just fine without it. You really, really didn't want to have to summon it unless you absolutely had to.

The enemy suddenly turned to you.

"You there," he said. "What exactly are you waiting for? All the others have revealed their Stands to me and I would very much like to see yours. I'm a bit of a collector you see. Got a photographic memory, I do. My favorite thing in the world is to commit to memory my enemy's Stand's appearance and abilities right before I send them to Hell. So come now, don't just stand there looking all scared and useless. Let's see that Stand of yours. If its user is any indication, I'll bet its positively adorable!"

"I--I can't!" you stammered.

"Why are you hesitating!?" Polnareff gasped from where he lay injured in the dirt. "Can't you see we're in trouble over here? Just reveal your Stand and kick his ass already!"

"No, don't!" Joseph's shout was slightly muffled from the fact that he was lying face down in the dirt. "If you attack him you'll just end up like us! You've got to get away from here! Go find Jotaro and tell him what's happening!"

The enemy scoffed at the old man.

"I don't think so," he said. "No one's going anywhere."

He gave his Stand a nod and it sauntered over to where Avdol lay, struggling to break out of the paralyzed state he was in. He stopped struggling when the Stand placed its foot on top of his throat. It applied a little pressure to his throat, causing the Egyptian man to sputter and cough and then glare over at the Stand's user.

"Stop it!" Kakyoin shouted. "You're going to kill him!"

The enemy sneered.

"That's the idea, you little waste of space." he said, giving the red head a vicious kick in the side.

Kakyoin yelped. as one of his ribs cracked.

"Stop!" you shouted.

"Now then," the enemy began. "For every moment you hesitate, I'll kill one of your friends. I was going to kill you all anyway, but at the very least you could die knowing that the death of your friends wasn't all your fault. So, for the last time, REVEAL YOUR FUCKING STAND!!!"

You flinched as he bellowed out the last part. You wanted to protest, but poor Avdol's face was starting to turn blue.

"Fine." you said at last. "But just remember, you asked for this."

And with that you summoned your Stand.

Within moments of Overkill coming into existence, the sky went black and the normally blazing sun dimmed and took on a strange, gray color. You watched as Overkill's monstrous form took shape, towering over everything within a hundred miles. It stood on four long legs attached to huge, stomping hooves. Its hunched body was lined with glaring eyes and snapping mouths. The head, if you could call it that, was little more than a mass of writhing tentacles.

All around your Stand, chaotic events took place. The fountain in the middle of town began spewing blood. A little old lady morphed into some kind of creature and began rampaging through the streets. A group of thugs suddenly found that they had sprouted wings and took flight against their will. They screamed as they were pulled into the sky, forced into a flight formation like a flock of birds.

You glared at the enemy, despising the fact that he'd pushed you this far. He was staring up at your Stand looking like he was having several crises at once.

"This is Overkill," you introduced.

Your Stand let out a low bellowing roar as if in greeting.

"Well you've seen my Stand. Are you satisfied or do you need more time to commit it to memory?" you mocked him.

"In DIO's name!" he cried, finally finding his voice.

"So do you still want this fight?" you asked.

The enemy looked at you, horrified.

"My Lord said nothing about this! It was assumed that you didn't even have a Stand! I was just testing that theory! I didn't... I never realized.... I-I-I have to report this!!"

The enemy turned on his heel and ran face first into Star Platinum's fist.

Jotaro had seen the massive abomination of a Stand from the marketplace. He was hoping to grab some oranges for a snack for later, but that was before all the food in the stalls started screaming and pleading for him not to eat them. That's when the sky darkened and he looked up to see the monster towering overhead. Suspecting an enemy was attacking the rest of the group, he ran to investigate, leaving Iggy to cower under one of the stalls. The canine wanted NO part of THAT THING!!

Jotaro had assumed that the monster Stand belonged to the enemy, but now that he sent the bastard to dreamland he realized that wasn't the case. And since he knew what everyone else's Stands looked like, that meant that it could only belong to one other person.

He looked over at you, stunned.

You gave him a sheepish, uncomfortable look in response and dismissed Overkill. Once the Stand was no longer present, everything returned to normal as if nothing had ever been amiss. Even the flying thugs had been returned to the ground and they went about their day as if nothing had happened. Not a soul remembered the insanity that transpired only moments ago. Fortunately no one was killed, but the looks your friends were giving you bothered you.

Were they afraid of you now?

They were all looking at you as if trying to figure out what part of your soul or psyche caused you to have a Stand like THAT.

You averted your gaze, unable to take the shocked, questioning looks they gave you.

"I, um... I have some issues..." you mumbled.

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Meanwhile, Polnareff:

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thornybubbles · 1 year

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Blind Love, Blind Obsession (Yandere N'Doul x Reader)

Another Picker Wheel prompt story.

Yandere: N’Doul

Prompt: “Yandere and their darling are good friends until Darling accidentally finds something in their room that reveals what the yandere's intentions really are.”

**Note: I was working on the Jealous Yandere Doppio/Diavolo story but I’m struggling with it. I’m not sure, but I may end up rewriting it all together. I’m taking a break from it for now. So here’s a little something to tide you over until I finish it. I took some liberties with N’Doul’s character in this story. Not much is revealed to us about him (at least not in the anime, I haven’t gotten that far in the manga just yet), so I just got creative with him in this. Hopefully it’s not to the point that he’s out of character. I also didn’t realize it until I was already finished with the story that N’Doul went the whole way without ever once using his Stand. Sorry, Geb. Maybe next time.**

N’Doul had developed a strange friendship with you ever since you’d come to Cairo to study Egyptian Mythology. You ran into each other by chance and found that the mysterious blind man knew quite a lot about the subject. You would even go so far as to say that he was almost an expert. From there, you had developed a fondness for him. As for N’Doul himself, well, he never expected to make any kind of friendship with anyone.

His duty to Lord DIO had been his one and only concern for so long that the notion of friendship or any sort of attachment to anyone other than his master was a foreign concept. But as he held onto your sleeve as the two of you traveled from landmark to landmark, he felt an intense emotion beginning to swell up in his heart. He noticed that it was beginning to happen nearly every time he was in your presence. Your excited laugh, your kindness and consideration towards him, your occasionally brazen touches, it all nearly drove him insane. You had a strange habit of tapping against his earrings to get his attention instead of merely speaking to him. He knew you were only doing it out of playfulness, but… you had no idea what sensations such a simple act sent through him. The vibrations of your fingertips coupled with the warmth radiating from your hands nearly made him drunk with the ever growing affection for you.

But it wasn’t just affection anymore. He knew that what he felt for you had broadened well past what was normal. Even Lord DIO had become aware of it and commented on it.

“If you’re going to make your move, N’Doul, you had better do so soon. In the meantime I don’t want your pining over this commoner to get in the way of your responsibilities to me.” the vampire warned him.

“Of course not, my Lord. Nothing will deter me from serving you.” N’Doul was quick to assure him, dropping to one knee upon hearing the voice of his master.

“See that it doesn’t.” DIO said with a derisive sniff.

He was silent for a moment before adding, “However, it would be painfully cruel of me to deny one of my most loyal and competent followers the simple happiness of being with the one they love…”

There was a sinister tone in DIO’s voice that made N’Doul uneasy. If his vision had been intact, he would be disturbed by the look of wicked mischief that painted his master’s expression. He could hear some rustling sounds as DIO moved about. After a moment, he could hear the sound of something being put into what he assumed was a glass container of some kind, followed by the sound of Lord DIO’s footsteps approaching him.

“Hold out your hands, N’Doul. I have a gift for you.”

N’Doul did as he was told while balancing his cane against his shoulder. He felt a jar being placed into his hands and was confused until he felt the vibrations of something moving in the jar. It squirmed and writhed in a worm-like fashion and when N’Doul realized just what his master had gifted him with, his lips formed into a menacing smile.

“Thank you, Master! Thank you!” he said in jubilation.

“Yes, yes. I am a giving and generous god to those that earn my favor. Now go and bring your little pet here to join us, N’Doul. Just be quick about it.” DIO said.

N’Doul slipped the jar into a pocket inside of his cloak and quickly got to his feet. He left the mansion as quickly as he could, grinning like a madman the whole way. He passed by Vanilla Ice, who stood in the shadows of Lord DIO’s room, looking grim-faced as always. DIO didn’t miss the slight twitch of one of Vanilla’s eyes as he watched the blind man pass by. His second in command always got so very jealous whenever he would reward his other lackeys. Sometimes DIO would do it just to see Vanilla’s stony facade crack ever so slightly as he eyed the other minions with envy. Maybe if he allowed him to have a pet of his own, Vanilla Ice would learn to lighten up a little.

When N’Doul arrived at the quaint desert house he’d bought on the outskirts of town, he was surprised to find you already there. You smiled at him as he approached in spite of the fact that he couldn’t see it.

“Good timing! I was just about to leave.” you said.

He could hear the smile in your voice, but he could also sense an underlying sorrow there. Something was amiss.

“Were you?” he said as he felt his way to you. He stopped when he could sense your presence close to him.

“I’m glad I came home when I did then.”

He didn’t ask you what was wrong. He left the unasked question hanging in the air, hoping that you would tell him without being prodded.

“I’ll be leaving the country soon. I’ll be going back home.” You said, not knowing a better way to put it.

N’Doul’s heart felt like it had shattered like glass. He refused to let it show. He leaned against his cane to balance himself, feeling like he was going to fall over from the rush of emotions flowing through him.

“Ah, I suppose that means your studies are coming to an end then.” he stated, his voice sounding lifeless.

You nodded, realized he wouldn’t know that you did, and said, “Yeah…”

“When will you be leaving?” N’Doul asked.

“By the end of the week.”

There was an awkward, gloomy silence between you before you added, “I just came to say goodbye, N’Doul, and to thank you.”

“Thank me?” he said with a weak smile. “For what?”

“For helping me out, showing me around, just being there for me,” you said. “I was just some dumb foreigner that bumped into you by accident one day and you could have ignored me and been on your way, but you shared your knowledge with me and went out of your way to make me feel welcome. I just wanted you to know how much I appreciated it.”

You wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. Your sudden show of affection stunned him enough to cause him to drop his cane. He genuinely forgot to breathe for a moment. While his heart was soaring over the fact that you had your arms around him, he couldn’t ignore the despair he felt at the news that you were leaving. There was a very good chance that once you left Egypt, he would never see you again. He wrapped his arms around you, returning your hug. His embrace was far more possessive than he meant for it to be and he released you quickly. He felt his cane being placed back into his hand. You had taken it upon yourself to pick it back up for him.

“Thank you.” he said quietly. “Are you in a hurry to leave now? Do you have time to visit for a while?”

You thought for a moment.

“I supposed I could spare some time for a friend.” you said.

N’Doul smiled, trying his best to keep the look of triumph off of his face. You let him hang onto your sleeve as the two of you went to the entrance of his house. He unlocked the door, letting you enter first, then going in and shutting the door behind him. He made sure to lock it back.

“I will make some tea,” he announced.

“Okay. Where can I wash up a bit?” you asked.

He pointed with his cane down a short hallway.

“First door on the right.”

N’Doul walked into the kitchen, found the sink, and washed his hands. He had only just dried them off when he heard your footsteps going down the hallway. He stopped what he was doing immediately to listen. Why were you going in that direction? Your footsteps went past the wash room and stood in front of the door to his bedroom. He felt a shock of panic go through him as you entered the room.

You couldn’t go in there! If you went in there you would see…

The panic in N’Doul’s heart vanished. At this point it didn’t really matter that you saw what was in there. He had already put his plan into place the moment you set foot into his home. He sighed. He supposed he was going to have to put things into action earlier than intended.

You entered the room and quickly realized that it wasn’t the washroom. You must’ve misheard N’Doul’s directions. You started to leave when you spotted something on a table in the far end of the room that looked… wrong. You turned back to see that there were some burned out candles in the middle of the table and surrounding the candles were some very familiar items: a ring, a pen, a hair clip, and a nail file. They were yours. Every single item on the table were items that you thought you’d lost during your stay in Egypt. Why… why would N’Doul have them? And what were those strange marks encircling the items? Was that… blood?

The sound of the door shutting behind you caused you to scream and jump. You turned to see N’Doul standing there. His eyes were open for a change and you could see the white film over them. N’Doul’s expression was… not pleasant.

“I distinctly remember telling you that the washroom was the first door on the right. You do know it’s extremely rude to wander a person’s home without their permission, don’t you?”

His tone had a dangerous edge to it.

“I-I made a mistake!” you said, defensively. “I misheard you… but N’Doul… why do you have these things? W-what is this?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t find that,” he said with a sigh. “But since you did, I suppose I could explain myself. It’s a charm. I know it’s silly, like something a superstitious child would do to get good luck or cause their crush to fall for them. Still, I had to try it.”

He slowly began to approach you as you pressed yourself ever further into the room. His cane made threatening thumping noises with every step he took.

“This particular charm was meant to keep a loved one from leaving.”

You looked at him like he’d lost his mind, not caring that he couldn’t see your expression.

“I knew that you would finish your studies eventually, I just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. I suppose the charm worked in a way, though. Today, my Master gave me something that will solve all our problems.”

You could feel a cold sweat beginning to form on the back of your neck.

“N’Doul… what are you talking about? None of what you’re saying makes sense!” you said, nervously.

“I’ll say it plainly then.” he said as he reached into his cloak to pull out a jar.

You couldn’t quite make it out in the dim light of the room, but it looked like something living was squirming around in the jar.

“You will not be leaving Egypt any time soon, my dear.”

Your blood froze and you began to tremble.

“N-N’Doul, I don’t understand what’s happening! Why are you saying these things? W-why are you acting like this? What the hell is in that jar!?”

N’Doul began slowly, painstakingly unscrewing the lid of the jar. The thing inside it seemed to get excited at the prospect of being set free. You backed up until you ran into the table where the “charm” was set up. You looked back up at N’Doul who had a deceptively placid smile on his face.

“Remember when we discussed mysticism, the origin of the tarot, and many other aspects of the supernatural that are embedded in Egypt’s history and mythology? What if I told you that there is a secret side to Egypt, no, to the world where the things that live in legend and myth are all very real and exist right alongside the modern dung heap that is human civilization? If you stay with me, I can show you all those things that mankind still thinks to be only make-believe! You will learn so much more than your paltry Universities could ever teach you! All that you have to do is agree to stay here with me and I’ll see to it that your every need is met. Just stay. Stay and unravel the mysteries that humanity has been too cowardly to seek out! You want that don’t you?”

He was crazy. He was completely and utterly out of his mind!

“I can’t stay with you N’Doul.” You said in a trembling voice. “I have to go home. People will miss me if I don’t.”

N’Doul sighed.

“I just wanted to give you a choice…” he said, and removed the lid from the jar. “...before I took away your ability to choose.”

You screamed as what looked like a mass of tentacles leapt from the jar and right at your face. There was a brief moment of agony as whatever the thing was pierced through your skull and slithered into your brain. Flashes of a beautiful man with blonde hair and malevolent red eyes flooded your mind. A voice, calming yet commanding, spoke to you.

“Follow N’Doul. Do as he says. N’Doul is your companion, your beloved, your soulmate, but do not forget that DIO is your Master.”

You moaned and placed a hand over your forehead. Your head was killing you.

N’Doul waited for you to do or say something to let him know that the flesh bud had done its job. After a moment of only hearing silence, he got impatient.

“Dearest?” he called. “Are you alright?”

You took your hand away from your head and faced your lover.

“Just a sudden headache, that’s all… I forgot what I came in here for.” you said, laughing on the last part.

N’Doul chuckled darkly.

“I believe you said that you were going to wash up. I was going to make some tea, remember?” he said, not bothering to hide the wicked grin of triumph on his face.

“Oh, that’s right!” You said in a bubbly tone. You bounced towards him, stopping to tap at one of his earrings and giggling as it swung like a clock pendulum. He blushed at the sensation and you giggled again.

“It’s late enough that we may as well start on dinner while we’re at it.” You said as you passed him to go out into the hall.

He smiled at you fondly as you walked away from him. Once you were out of the room, he turned to look at the “charm” he’d set up.

“Thank you, Lord DIO.” he whispered under his breath.

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