You were a tailor, it wasn't rare you'd get to work on a wedding dress. Your mother was a tailor before you and trained you in her ways. She was the greatest tailor around town and she taught you everything she knows. She taught you to identify body types within a blink and to know which dress types would suit them, how to cleanly sew clothing, etc. Like your mother, you were as skilled as she is, perhaps greater.

The pristine mannequin sat in front of you, bare and empty as you scanned through your old dress sketches. The old tailor's block was back at it again with its shenanigan to mess with you. And you thought you'd know what you'd want in terms of making your very own wedding dress, but here you were, boarding the indecisive train of thoughts.

"Ugh, this is just a prototype after all. I shouldn't take it too seriously." You sighed, closing the book with a loud smack. You turned to the mannequin once more, before taking the neatly folded pile of fabrics by the floor and worked on your wedding dress.

You have been making wedding dresses for every one who decided to get married and by the gods it was sure magical as they say. You never believed this day would come, but here it is, you were designing and making your own wedding dress. You can still feel the chills running through your body with the thought of marriage in mind. Marriage... A reward for a relationship that lasted long enough to be sure you'd be together forever, because he was smart to know he'd love to spend the rest of his living days with you... The thought of it made your stomach churn pleasantly.

You kept in mind that these actions will bind you to him for the rest of your lives and you were happy for that! There's no turning back in marriage, you will gladly face every challenges life will offer. You knew Joseph, he is quite the stupid fool who comes up with the most elaborate plans and reckless decisions and honestly... You're here for it.

As you were about to pin the complicated pattern by the white mannequin, the colossal idiot bound your arms close your body as he wrapped his arms around your figure from behind. You immediately knew who it was, as no one as foolish as him would attempt to embrace you while you were busy and armed with sharp objects. "Joseph, quit it before I shove these pins in your eye—"

"Oh please, don't. I won't be able to marvel at the sight of your beauty." The dark haired male cheekily shoots back, chin atop your shoulder as his muscular arms snaked around your body, retraining your ability to freely move around to tend to your dress.

You narrowed your eyes at the big buffoon whilst he only grinned back at you. The man was just wrapped in bandages from head to toe a few weeks ago from his previous battles and was in the middle of recovery. Despite being out of the bandages, he was still healing. If he weren't in that certain state, you would've taken a rock and crush him under it. Repeatedly.

"Oh if I weren't kind, you would've taken my elbow by your ribcage by now." You carefully maneuver your arms to set yourself free from his iron grip and successfully broke free from him.

"Hmmp, you're no fun," he crosses his arm to his chest, childishly turning away with a pout.

"Out, Joestar, I want to work on this thing in my own. Now skedaddle." You waved your hand at his direction, as you busily tended to the dress.

"Whose dress is that anyways?" Joseph asks, sitting by one of the small stool you kept around your room, as he watched you pinning silk fabrics on the mannequin. You didn't replied and simply occupied yourself on working on the dress.

Joseph Joestar and you have always been friends for as long as you can remember. The dumb fool was a stumbling block head who was oddly clever in a way that charmed his way into you heart. By that, I mean you somehow found it cute how tough he is by handling street thugs with ease while he was a powerless little baby whenever Granny Erina sternly lectured Joseph by hitting him with her parasol.

You met him by the time Gran Erina visited the tailoring shop your mother owned. You met him, the big dumb idiot, begrudging childhood friendship influenced by Gran Erina for you to play with each other since both of you were little.

Until you both grew to be close and Joseph Joestar had his eyes on you whilst you trained to be the next person to take over your mother's tailoring shop. He would often visit your shop with his clothes in his hands, claiming they have been scratched by a cat, needed to be repaired.

There was no way in hell a cat can scratch a perfect circle on a cloth, Joseph. - is what you'd tell him.

Next thing you knew, you caught the feels for the boy as he persistently entered your shop with dozens of reasons just to see you. Ripping his own clothes just to see you as an excuse to visit your shop.

That dumb idiot and his dumb smile and his dumb ways of thinking. Ugh, you couldn't help but to fall for him. The past few months has been hell for you, as you've heard he was going off and about training his Hamon to defeat pillar men oh just so outrageous. And he didn't escape that mess without being severely scathed.

You can hear yourself screaming at the boy back in that day when you found where his location is when he was still gravely injured, you gave him an earful alright. One thing lead to another, the situation ended with a kiss and a proposal. The big dumb idiot didn't even have a ring when he proposed, meaning he made the decision on the spot.

Oh and don't get me started to how he showed up to his own funeral and had the nerve to blame you for not informing him about the whole dead thing, when you barely had any idea to what happened back then—

You flinched the moment the sharp tip of the pin found its way in your finger, crimson blossomed on the white silk as the blood dripped from your hand, causing you to back away.

"Oh Y/N, you klutz. Don't you normally use a thimble to avoid that?" Joseph stood from his seat and trudged towards you. You only stared at your finger dripping in blood, as he took a hold of your wrist to examine the pin sized cut. You peacefully watched the rhythmic drip of the blood out of shock, when the oversized fool took your finger in his mouth.

"JOJO YOU DEGENERATE—" you screamed, smacking him by the shoulder. His hot tongue swirled around your finger, lightly and gently sucking the blood before pulling away. He chuckles mischievously, peering from half-lidded eyes, before planting a light kiss on the previously bleeding cut.

"Degenerate?" He puts on an offended act, putting a hand on his chest. "I was simply stopping the bleeding in the most innocent way!"

"You could've used a cloth or something! Ughh," you covered your face with your hands to avoid showing him your face dyed red with embarrassment. "I can't believe I am actually engaged to you."

"Hey! For your information—" he points a mock accusing finger towards your direction. "You're about to get married to the most handsome, powerful man there is." He leans down, planting a feather-light kiss on your exposed forehead.

"Oh my god, get out!" Your voice was at least an octave high when you shrieked. Bracing your arms, you prepared to push the heaviest person you have laid your eyes on. "Get out, get out, get out, get out, out, out, out, out—!"

"Okay, okay," Joseph chuckles at your attempt to push him out, seeing that there was no sign he was moving at all despite your strongest attempts. "Okay, I'll leave. Just don't forget we have to visit Granny later, okay?" He shook his head in amusement and plants a kiss by your cheek before he ran off.

"Whatever, just get out!" You waved at the boy to ward him off. As he opened the door, he plants a kiss on his palm before cheekily blowing it towards your direction. You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, but went along with his buffoonery and pretend to catch and holding it in you arms.

"And your next line would be 'You're such a dork!"

"You're such a dork— oh!" The moment you spoke, you immediately slapped a hand over your mouth, you free hand widely searching for a throw-able object that isn't as lethal as a pair of scissors, but enough to knock some sense into him.

"Gotta run!" He laughs out loud, nervously fumbling with the doorknob before you can even have the chance to aim at him. As the door slammed close, you collapsed on the desk with your hands covering your red face.

"Ughhhh, that boy!" You narrowed your eyes on the mannequin, before tearing the blood stained silk off and threw it on the laundry basket. Right now, you didn't have inspiration to design your own dress, unfortunately. Hopefully you can gain inspiration for your dress if you have the chance to ask Gran Erina about the design of her wedding dress with her husband.

Sighing, you decided to clean your work space instead of working on your dress within this current moment.

Your fingers daintily placed itself atop the soft material of Joseph's beloved grandmother's wedding dress, admiring the brilliant details flawlessly pinned on it. Truly befitting for the saint she is. You can only imagine how truly beautiful she is when she wore it back in her day, when she herself got married to her husband. She is an embodiment of a goddess of perfection, elegance, regality... Oh the tales of her life, her wise wisdom... Truly a saint.

As you stared in awe, you can't help but to remember what she said. You withdraw your fingers away from stroking the fine, antique silk as you were pulled into a string of thoughts endlessly soaring within your mind.

"You can have it. Do whatever you please, alter it to your liking." -- she said.

Oh but you simply couldn't do that, it was her wedding dress. Surely it possess high levels of sentimentality. Your tailor work is amazing for sure, but you do not want to taint her perfect, vintage antique dress. Her dress was more than just a bunch of fabrics sewn together, oh no. It was symbolic, a highlight of her life, the first biggest reward she could ever have when she pursued her love for her beloved Jonathan Joestar... It wasn't just an object, it's a physical memorabilia of one of the happiest moment of her life... But also the tragic. And yet she persevered and persevered, kept living on even if life cursed her with a dark cloud.

Truly an inspiration for you. You wanted to be just like her. Strong willed, persevering, strong, brave, willing to protect her family... A perfect human being, she is.

Slowly, you lifted the large pair of scissors within your grasp, the sharp blades hovered above the dress. Hesitance flowed through your veins as you eyed the intricate details of the dress. Sighing, you pinched the soft fabric between your index and middle finger, whilst your other hand grasped the scissors. Shaking your head, you simply plopped the scissors by the table and turned away from Erina's wedding dress to face the other mannequin which contained your scrap from yesterday.

Meanwhile...

DO NOT ENTER, I'M BUSY
I'm serious, don't barge in.
If I flinch, I will get things wrong.
Knock three times if you REALLY need me.

IF YOU'RE JOJO DON'T COME IN.

Lisa Lisa read the sign by the door, before glancing at Joseph. Through the dark lenses of the sun glasses, Joseph can see her obvious questioning gaze. If Y/N put too much detail into a warning sign, they must be eager to not let the certain Joestar in. Joseph sheepishly shrugged at his mother, as she turned away from the boy to knock on the door three times, as the sign instructed.

"Come in. If you're JoJo, leave."

Lisa Lisa turns the knob and immediately saw the wedding gown of Erina. She almost froze in her tracks, but still trudged in the room. Before Joseph can enter the room, the fifty year old woman slammed the door close, hitting his face.

"I see Erina gave you her dress..." Elizabeth walked towards it and began to stroke the soft material in her gloved hands, a small faint smile evident in her lips. "Lovely isn't it?"

"Indeed... Indeed..." You peeked from behind her shoulder, observing her examining the fabric.

"Have you decided on your wedding dress yet? Or do you plan on wearing Erina's dress?" Elizabeth turned to your direction, taking her sunglasses off, folding and tucking it on her shirt.

You hummed, crossing your arms to your chest, averting your gaze from her, before sighing.

"I am currently undecided, unfortunately..." You rubbed your arm, looking over the prototype you've been working on. "I don't usually have difficulties designing wedding dresses, it's rather common for me. But right now..." You glanced back at Erina's dress. "Ohh, I don't know..."

"Oh before I could forget," you glanced at her, handing you a large box you never knew she was holding. "I thought I'd lend a hand as well." She puts a hand by the lid, before pulling it.

You gasped, seeing the white wedding dress. "Missus Joestar," your mouth gaped open, you couldn't help but to marvel at the sight of her simple white wedding gown. "Oh my, it is beautiful..."

"And I am giving it to you as well, Y/N." You glanced at the woman, disbelief painted in your features.

"R-really?"

"Yes..." The dark haired woman hoists the wedding dress out of its box, present the white object of sentiment at its fullest, along with the sheer white veil. "It's a special dress for me and since you're becoming a part of the family, I'd like to give this to you as well."

"Oh my, Missus Joestar—"

"Please call me Elizabeth instead," she smiles, handing you the dress. "Soon enough you'll be a Missus Joestar as well. It would be confusing for the both of us if you'd call me that." She smirks.

"O-oh my, this is such an honour..." Still in disbelief, you stared at the dress. "Th-thank you... Thank you very much!"

"Of course, Y/N. But you have to promise me one thing," she held up a single finger in the air. You glanced up at her, listening intently. "Take care of my son, alright?"

"Of course, Missus Joest— Elizabeth... I love him and I will surely take care of him," you swore, putting the dress down to take the older woman in your embrace. She was a tad bit shock but mimicked you actions. "I promise you that."

After Elizabeth Joestar departed from your shop, you immediately set her old dress on a mannequin to observe it. As she said, it was yours, like Erina stated with her's. Seeing the dilemma once more, you did not want to ruin their wedding dress.

You sat by your stool and began to ponder. The scissors resting by the table grew colder and colder the more you did not held on to it. Perhaps you could do something sentimental about the dresses, you would want to honour them in every way you can, due to your respect and admiration for the both of them. Turning to the side, you were able to see the prototype you were working on. It was still barren with any inspiration. You glanced back at the two dresses given to you by your fiancé's grandmother and mother, both generous women who offered you options... That's when it hit you.

Smiling, you held onto the scissors and got to work. You smiled as you tended to the dresses, confident of the idea in mind whilst your hands moved with precise movements, effortlessly gliding around.

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