#listen anon you are absolutely right pol is a sweetheart

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Idk if you do other parts of jjba or not, but if you do how about part 3 polnareff and #21. With a fem! S/o? I feel like yan!polnareff isnt common (he’s too big a sweetheart) so if you wanna try something challenging maybe? Also I feel like polnareff is on the delusional side of yandere. He just wants to protect his darling and keep her safe, he’s going to be her silver knight in shining armor even if she doesn’t want one.

me @ me: okay, you can make this a bit less violent also me @ me, spitting on the ground: fuck you

21. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.”

Content warnings: yandere content, violence, murder, obsessive behavior, honestly making Polnareff a yandere is a crime in itself.

France was a beautiful country, full of historyand art, the centuries clinging to the walls of the buildings and musicalityhanging from the words of the locals. During your vacation you were sure you’dfind good food, interesting sights and didn’t even mind the few bad-manneredpeople who crossed your path while you were busy taking pictures of everything.You were wide-eyed, your mind on another plane as you admired the beautifularchitecture or the characteristic cafés.

You didn’t even notice people walking around you,inconsiderate as you were in your stupor. You didn’t even notice when youstepped back to take in the palace right in front of you that you walked rightinto someone, and maybe you’d stay in your world if the size of this personwasn’t so impossible to ignore against your own body. You turned around inrecord speed, apologizing profusely with half your words coming out in Frenchand the rest in your native tongue, your rational brain too far behind in yourhurry to ask for forgiveness.

“Don’t worry,” the man you were facing wascheerful while replying, the heavy accented English in his voice was making theletters roll softly on the back of throat. He grinned charmingly at you, andyou were compelled to smile back with coyness. This spurred him to stretch lipseven further, his smile reaching his eyes. “I’ve to apologize too, I was juststanding in your way. You were lovable, all caught up like that!”

You felt your face heat up and he let out aplayful laugh, offering immediately to escort you around the capital to showyou the beauty of his homeland. In the days that followed that meeting,Polnareff brought you around and made you know the sides of Paris and the sidesof France that a simple tourist wouldn’t see without a guide or the knowledgeof where to look. He was jovial, chivalrous, he put so much effort in yourentertainment and fun that you forgot he was a near stranger, in a foreigncountry you were merely visiting for barely more than a week. You were aware,though, that those moments would end soon and you’d have to say goodbye to yourunlikely acquaintance.

And those days did come to an end, with theweekend rolling in and passing in a blink of an eye. When you saw him standingright outside the door of the hotel you were staying in, like every othermorning you met him, you greeted him and informed him that if he wanted to showyou the marvels he considered the best, that was the right moment. You were tofly back home that evening, after all. At your words, Polnareff’s eyes widenedand he pouted just slightly. You assumed he was being the usual goof, so you sneakedyour arm around his own and dragged him along the streets of Paris.

He showered you with more care that day, refusingto let you buy your own food and keeping you closer than usual as you walkedaround. Even when it was time to depart and say your goodbyes, offering yourpersonal number and address if he wanted to keep in contact, he insisted ondriving you to the airport. It would be cheaper and quicker probably, so youaccepted and confided in his good heart.

The drive was, however, long and complicated. Hecontinued to reassure you he knew the way, he was just taking a different routeto be faster, while you continued to glance at the clock of the car. He wasvisibly relaxed, and you forced yourself to trust him as your shoulders tensed andyou started to count the pennies in your pockets, ready for the worst. When youarrived at the airport, your flight was long gone and he swore up and down hedid what he could.

Despite expecting this outcome, you started to getfrustrated as you checked your budget. It seemed like you had just enough tosleep another night in some seedy hotel, you’d have to deal with the cost ofthe flight another time. You whipped your head to glare at your companion, whostayed irritatingly cheerful through this whole ordeal, and excused yourselfwith annoyance latching your words. With your luggage, you stepped outside andstarted to walk in the direction of the taxi parking.

You tuned out your surroundings, in spite of thedarkness, to decide how to proceed; you had enough money to sleep, that muchwas true, but another ticked would drain your bank account and you really didn’tneed this strain on your finances. Mindlessly, you waved your wallet around tocontemplate your options, when you felt a hand gripping yours with violentforce. You yelped and looked over a shady man, who was snarling at you in French.

With a whine and a sob, you yanked your armhelplessly in an attempt to free yourself when the man reached for your walletwith a groan. When you realized what he was aiming for, you were about to handhim the money, just to see the man fly away in a flash.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.” Youdidn’t even register the words or the pet-name. Polnareff was standing right infront of you, his hand grasping the guy’s throat painfully, making you wince atthe gasping pleas you couldn’t even understand. The Frenchman, your guide in thosedays, stood there looking you over and then smiled smugly, as if you weresupposed to be impressed by his display. He let the man fall to the groundwithout thinking twice, raising his feet to step on his head and press hischeek on the ground. The attempted thief let out a loud wail, coughing with thenewfound ability to breathe.

The pressure on his head, though, didn’t allowhim to enjoy that relief for long: after few agonizing seconds, the skull gavein and got crushed against the heel of Polnareff’s foot. You watched in horror,petrified, as your companion dragged his dirty shoe on the ground to clean iteven a tiny bit. You regained a bit of your composure, and you looked around;no one was there to aid you and no one saw anything, the thought of being alonewith your former chum made your blood freeze.

With little hesitance, you fished around your bagto find your phone and tried hard to remember the emergency number in thatcountry. Alas, the split second that you needed to recollect your memory wasenough for Polnareff to grab your wrist and snatch the device from your hands, throwingit to the other side of the parking. It collided with a low thud on the ground,breaking.

“No, no, no, my dear,” he caressed the side ofyour face thanks to the closeness, seizing your side tenderly as he looked atyou with admiration, adoration, desperation in his eyes. You were forced tolook at him, and after the awful demonstration you just witnessed, you weren’tsure you wanted to confront him openly. “I will take care of you, you don’thave to worry. I’ve lost enough as it is.”

You weren’t sure what he was saying, you weren’tsure if you understood what was buzzing in his mind, but you knew that all youdid was nodding imperceptibly, as if the slight movement would negate yourcompliance. You let him escort you to his car and sat passively in thepassenger’s seat, his voice cooing in your ears as you didn’t even understandhim. He wasn’t even talking in French.  

#jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure #polnareff #polnareff x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #reader insert #violence /// #death /// #listen anon you are absolutely right pol is a sweetheart #but also if i was murdered and my brother decided to kill my murderer i'd still have Concerns #so he has the potential we just don't want that because he deserves better #Anonymous