✨JJBA ONESHOTS✨

Diego x reader

The sound of galloping and only some clouds of dust were left behind as you guided your horse, from what you knew you were getting closer to the next stop, you were certain you were leading this race. 

Moving your feet you commanded your horse to keep up the pace, losing it would be bad, especially if-

"Hey there honey pie!" 

"Oh great." You cursed under your breath as you recognized the voice immediately, who else but the famous Brando, where did he even come from? And how did he catch up to you?

"Say why don't we have a little race of our own [Y/N]?" He asked you while holding up that smug grin on his face, you didn't reply, you only glared as you kept your gaze forward.

"Not talkative today are you? What a shame!" He laughed as he made his horse pick up the pace, the both of you were now riding side by side at the same pace, you gritted your teeth.

Diego could see your expression which made him grin even wider, "hey, if I win this one you and I will go have a bite to eat together? Just the two of us." He said in a low tone, "get lost." You snapped at him which made him burst out in laughter.

"Oh, dear! My sweet love! I can't get lost I'm with you!" He said faking the dramatic tone, as he tried to hold in his laugh. 

He observed you carefully, instead of tightening your grip on the reigns you let them a little loose which made him stop laughing in an instant, that's, wait- no, he wanted to annoy you so you would pull on the reigns as most would-

He watched as your horse picked up the pace, he glanced ahead to see the line, he could hear the people shouting in excitement, the two of you were really the first ones here.

He needed to focus, but your presence seemed to distract him now, his very own plan had collapsed upon him, it was time to improvise.

He was feeling devious and you were looking glamorous it was time to get mischievous. 

A toothy grin of razor-sharp teeth appeared upon his face as he lowered his head so you wouldn't see, he reached his hand ahead as he had a plan forming to his mind, sabotage, he was going to turn fleas that were on your horse into small dinosaurs-

A sudden wave of a sandstorm suddenly came out of nowhere making the jockey take his hand away to shield his eyes from the sand in the air. 

"Desert Rose."

Your voice was clear he could hear it perfectly even through this mess, "what now?!" He yelled in shock, "I knew you were going to do something, Brando, I am not a fool." You told him, the sandstorm calmed down in an instant he could see you were now clearly leading, no he needed to catch up!

His eyes stung as he looked in front of him it was like the finish line had vanished from sight and the two of you were running across a desert, there was nothing but endless sand everywhere.

He whipped his head to look at you in pure confusion, you were still there riding your horse as if nothing had happened, he could see your eyes moving to see his confused expression.

"I'll tell you one thing, you should slow down unless you want to hit something." You told him with a cold tone, "what do you mean there's nothing I could hit! There's only sand!" He yelled at you holding now a glare on his face. 

He moved his gloved hand to rub his eyes, he could hear sounds of cheering, he moved his hand away seeing the finish line where the next round would start.

His eyes landed on the wooden boxes that were placed for some reason on the track, he pulled on the reigns and guided his horse to dodge them before he could hit them.

He heard rounds of applause and turned his attention on you, he gritted his teeth as he watched you were continuing on to the second round.