JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Jonathan x Reader: "Not Ladylike"

You truly appreciated all the time you had spent with Jonathan. He had been your sweetheart for a while, though the two of you had never really discussed the status of your relationship in detail. He had kissed you several times (of course he had asked permission first, being the adorable gentleman that he was) and you two saw each other almost every day. He would rejoice with you when you were happy and console you when you were sad. Anger, however, was a different issue.

He was never the cause of your frustration, but you avoided him all the same whenever someone struck a nerve. You were used to this by now and you knew how to calm your anger: punch something. When you were a child, your mother had found you kicking a tree in the garden when she had denied you your desert. She had told you that your behavior was "unladylike". Your solution? Dress in your father's old clothes and box with the boys.

It was easy to find their little arena. Every day after school, most of them would circle around the small pen (which had probably held farm animals at some point or another). You didn't like them as people: they were cruel and violent, but they lived for the sport. They knew what they were getting into when they entered the arena, and because of that, you didn't mind giving them a bloody nose or two.

You two had actually met each other through the boxing, or at least a you had met him (he didn't know of your dirty little habit of course, and you certainly did not want him to find out). It was Dio who had beaten him in the fight, but you had seen through the dirty little trick. Jonathan rarely came back to the arena after that, but for a while you would come and challenge anyone who supported that scoundrel Dio. Eventually, you challenged Dio himself. It had been a bloody and unfair defeat and you stopped fighting as often after that: your fits of anger seemed to be waning ever since you befriended JoJo...

But now, you thrust your boots up to your knees as you gritted your teeth. You buttoned up your trousers, your jacket, pinning your hair up into your cap. It had been months since you had last stepped foot into the boxing arena, but this was unforgivable. Jonathan and Dio had been on relatively decent terms for the last few years, but recently Jonathan had confessed to you Dio growing spite. JoJo insisted that he had done no harm, but you sensed that Dio's wickedness was making his life a living hell.

You couldn't stand the thought. And that was why you were going to challenge him. You knew you were in for a beating, but as long as you could land one or two sizeable blows, you would be content with the match.

The dust swirled through your vision as Dio landed a finishing blow. His glove was bloody, and several of his lackeys struggled to drag the unconscious victim out of the dust. You rolled your sleeves up as your blood raged in your veins. One of Dio's followers held up his hand in triumph.

"Any one else DARE to challenge the reigning champion? One last victim before his final battle!" You scoffed at the remark.

"Victim?!" your commanding voice split through the crowd. "I certainly would be a willing volunteer. However, I have a feeling he might be the victim this time around."

The crowd went silent. The scene seemed like something from an epic story as the swarm of sweaty teenage boys parted to let you into the ring. You jumped over the short fence as the boy beside Dio laughed.

"How old are you, boy? Twelve?" You looked at him inquisitively.

"I believe I challenged Dio Brando, not one of his snivelling sidekicks. But if you would like for me to beat you to a bloody pulp as well, by all means continue speaking." The group of boys cackled at your comeback, and the idiot teenager stepped aside, his face flushed with anger. Dio chuckled, and approached to inspect you, tilting up your chin with his boxing glove without the slightest regard of personal space.