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Weave of Devotion - Prologue

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In the outskirts of London, things were swinging in preparation for the upcoming holiday season. Even though the weather was chilly, the air around everything seemed warm. Inside a manor, a young girl of 10 with curly, fiery red hair pulled back in a tight bun watches her father prepare dinner for their wealthy employers.

"Athair? Were you always a servant?" She asks as her younger brother stands by her side, occasionally sneaking swipes of the frosting sitting in a nearby bowl, waiting to decorate the bare cake set aside for dessert. Their father chuckles and gently taps his son's hand away.

"Well, I was always a member of the household but I didn't start working until I was old enough, a leanbh." He explains carefully. "You know, Master Joestar's grandfather saved mine a long time ago, so our family owes a great debt to the Joestars. Without them, we wouldn't have a roof over our heads or plenty of food to fill our bellies."

He bent down to gently tickle the little girl's stomach, little giggles filling the kitchen. Her brother looked up in confusion with a frosting-covered hand in his mouth. He licked his hand clean and tugged on their father's apron. With a bit of thought he slowly and deliberately signs:

Will we help the Joestars too?

Their father with a warm smile takes a napkin to wipe the boy's face and hand. "If you want! Don't you want to help Master Jonathan?"

Both kids brighten and eagerly nod their heads at the mention of their playmate. "Of course! Who else will keep him out of trouble?" The young girl huffs dramatically and folds her arms with exaggerated seriousness. Their father chuckles again and ruffles their fiery red curls before adjusting his uniform and their clothes to make sure they are clean and presentable to see the Joestars.

"Come, children, after the Joestars are served I'll make something special for you two." He smiled warmly as he took the plates out with him and to the dining room with his two children following closely in tow like two little ducklings.

On the east end of London, everything seemed colder, harsher.

Inside a crumbling orphanage, another young girl of 5 sits alone in a large room looking out the dirty, frosty window, holding onto her prince, a ragdoll her parents supposedly gave her before they died. Not like she'd remember, all she knew was the cold orphanage. Her dirty blonde hair in a loose braid and her thin clothes barely kept her warm in the freezing British winter. As she wipes the fog her breath caused on the glass, she spots a young boy storming out of a house. A bottle flies after him, shattering on the ground with an echoing crash in the eerie quiet. In curiosity, she wraps a ratty old scarf around her and sneaks out of the main house to interact with this boy. She's seen him go in and out of this house often... maybe they could be friends? She runs out to the gate and grasps onto the cold iron bars with a bare hand, her other gripping her prince. Getting a closer look, the boy appeared to be older and beautiful, not like her and her fellow orphans.

"Are you ok?" She asks softly. The boy turns to her in disdain and she gets a better look at his beautiful face. To her, he looked like a prince, out of place for such an ugly part of London. "Do you have parents?"

"I wish I didn't" He narrows his eyes at the door he came out of.

"Really...? Are parents that bad?" She asks innocently with a puzzled expression.

He blinked, his eyes catching the rag doll in her hand. It looked a little like him in a ratty yet childishly cute sort of way. He flashes a charming brin before chuckling. "You don't need parents, you can only rely on yourself." He explained. He said it so confidently that even though she didn't entirely understand the words she couldn't help but nod and believe him.

"What about friends? Wouldn't you be lonely without them?" She tilts her head, absolutely hanging on to every syllable he says.

"Friends? Well, you can have friends." He said cautiously, even though his tone betrayed that he didn't believe it. His eyes deliberately drift to her doll and she looks down at her prince. His golden yarn hair was dirtied and she couldn't tell his eye color anymore but something about the doll made the boy seem more familiar to her.

"...Can you be my friend?" She asks eagerly, her wide eyes shining with hope.

"Of course." A sinister grin paints his beautiful face, his cold eyes finally matching his facial expression. He leans down slightly to reach her eye level and reaches a hand out to her, his other hand hidden behind his back. "I'll be your best friend. After all, everyone needs someone."

The girl beams in excitement. Finally, her first friend! As her heart flutters as she takes his hand, his malicious intent flies over her head. His words were right, everyone did need someone. To her, he became that someone, salvation - a prince to sweep her away from her ugly life. To him... she was just a pawn for his twisted games.

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Weave of Devotion

The threads of loyalty, legacy, and betrayal... all coming together to weave the fabric of fate.

In an alternate universe, the O'Deorain family has sworn fealty to the Joestars, a legacy that has lasted generations - one that Saoirse and Donovan take seriously. Darkness is introduced into the home with the arrival of Dio Brando, and the task of protecting the Joestars starts to grow more daunting as Dio integrates himself more into the lives of the Joestars, spreading his influence like a shadow over the estate.

When the fragile peace between Dio and Jonathan Joestar finally shatters, the O'Deorains are thrust into the heart of a battle that will test their loyalty. As their roles as protectors blur, Saoirse and Donovan must decide: will they remain bound by the legacy of servitude, or will they forge their own path in the fight to safeguard the Joestars—and their future?

This story is crossposted on my AO3 under the name fortunas_futuras, if you find it anywhere else it is not me.

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Sometimes you just need to draw a cunty elf

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If you like things like this please check out my instagram blu_crab_drawings and my ko-fi!

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Nami-swan~

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Fuck it, I’m drawing them all let’s goooo

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