#polnareff oneshot

[beneathashadytree]

Hii how are you?❤️ I'd like to request prompts 41. and 58. with either Avdol or Polnareff from JJBA. Could you make it so the reader is pregnant or postpartum, and they're not the most confident in their body, which is noticed by the man who wants to show them that they're not any less attractive to him (all of this during a vacation abroad)? I apologize if there are any mistakes but English isn't my first language.

I love your work and I hope the request isn't too much </3

PERFECT - JEAN-PIERRE POLNAREFF X READER

Warnings : reader has twins, mentions of pregnancy, post-partum insecurity and body-image problems, kissing, light nipple play, fingering, this is not proofread, reader is female-bodied but gender-neutral!

Genre : fluffy smut 🫶🏽

Word count : 1.6K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie, I’m doing alright, thank you for your sweetness! I chose Polnareff for this, since it felt fitting for his personality. However, please take care that I do not write for female readers at all. I haven’t written except for gender-neutral readers in over a year, actually, as that’s what makes me most comfortable. I wrote this with they/them pronouns, though the reader has female anatomy. Hope you like it!💗

Prompts : “This part of you...seems to be very sensitive.” “That’s it, there we go… just like that.”

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“Ma chérie! There you are,” Jean-Pierre exclaimed as he unceremoniously burst into their shared bedroom. “Sorry I took so long. I was putting the twins to bed, when they started crying all over again.”

Without looking up from the night creams they were applying underneath their eyes, they chuckled. “You would think the sounds of the sea from their window would calm them down.”

“Greece doesn’t seem to be to their liking,” their husband sighed dramatically as he flopped onto the bed. “Quite tragic really, when there’s so much to enjoy.”

“Hard for them to enjoy it, when they’ve inherited their strong lungs from you.”

“I’d rather have them loud and healthy any day.” And despite the twins’ wailing at all times of the day and night, they knew that Jean was being honest. After all, he never uttered a word of complaint, and always offered to be the first to help his little angels calm down and see to their needs. If he had it his way, he’d never let his spouse lift a finger.

Humming in agreement, they brushed back their hair for bed, before climbing into their side. With a cheeky grin, Jean-Pierre was quick to lean over them and pull them into his embrace, before peppering their face with loud kisses all over. A sudden burst of laughter escaped them, and his strong arms kept them from wriggling out of his hold.

“There you are,” he said, playfully nipping at their ear. “How I missed hearing that lovely sound.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” they asked, a look of confusion on their face as they half-turned to look at him. Jean had a half-smile on his face, though he looked a little wistful.

“You’ve been a little… forlorn, I guess. I don’t know what it is that’s on your mind, but I do hope you know that you can always share your thoughts with me.”

Sighing, they refused to meet his blue eyes. “They’re silly thoughts, anyways.”

“But nothing is silly when it comes to you!” His voice was earnest as he gave their hips a loving squeeze. “Ma chérie, s’il te plaît. Je veux effacer tous tes problèmes.”

“But this is one you can’t erase, my love.” They smiled sadly as they stared off into the window in front of them. “You can’t exactly bring back my body to the state it was before having the twins, can you?”

He stilled, and for a moment they could swear that they felt him stop breathing altogether—that is, until he inhaled sharply and cursed under his breath. “I should’ve known.”

“Jean—“

“—I should’ve seen the signs. Your avoidance, your hesitance—“

“There was no way you could’ve foreseen this,” they firmly interrupted, gripping his wrist with trembling hands, overwhelmed with their own emotions. “It’s simply how I feel. You can’t control that either. If I find myself unattractive, then that is no one’s problem but mine.”

“But you’re not!” he cried out, “Mon dieu, chérie, do you not know what you do to me?”

Swallowing thickly, they chose to remain quiet. A strangled sound of despair left the Frenchman, before he cursed yet again. After a few seconds of what seemed to be an internal battle of his, he shook his head and pressed a kiss to their temple.

“I can see that no words will comfort you now,” Jean murmured against their skin, “But will you let me show you instead? Exactly how I feel about your body?”

Hesitation was clear on their face for a second, in which he stopped all his ministrations. Then, finally, they said, “Alright.”

“Perfect.” Another sweet kiss fell on their cheek, followed by one at their jaw. “Just relax, will you?”

“I’ll try.” And good as their word, they seemed to untense in his arms.

“That’s it, there we go… just like that.” Jean’s praise sounded like the sweetest thing in the world now. His hand splayed over their stomach began to gently rub circles onto their soft skin, as his kisses trailed a little lower down their neck.

A keen of pleasure escaped them as his lips found that particular spot on their neck that they loved the most, his teeth grazing it and causing them to moan louder at the sensation. After having spent so long without falling into this lovely routine with him, their body had grown quite sensitive—a fact that only grew more apparent as Jean’s hands wandered and tugged their robe completely off their body.

One gloved hand tentatively reached up to their breasts, where their nipples were already growing harder with each kiss. It was rather embarrassing, seeing how their body reacted to him almost instantly. With expertise that only he could’ve had with their body, he groped the softness of their breast, gently squeezing and watching as they gasped at the feeling.

“Does that feel good?” he breathily asked, sucking at their neck and tugging more of those beautiful whines out of them. “You look heavenly when you’re like this in my arms.” Pinching their aching nipple between his fingers, they cried out his name as he tugged just the way they liked it. “Too beautiful when you call for me like that.”

“Don’t tease,” they huffed, gripping his muscular arm for leverage. Jean-Pierre shook his head.

“I’m not teasing you. I’m saying the truth. You really are breathtaking, even more so after you’ve had our twins.” Though his actions were anything but innocent, his words were so full of love that they could feel the sting of tears in their eyes. “You’re radiant.”

Rolling their nipple between his fingers with one final tug, he switched to their other breast to lavish it with the same attention. Clamping their thighs together to hide their growing wetness was futile, as Jean’s other hand teased them open. He drew small, slow circles around their skin, earning a shudder from them as he kept growing closer to where they were aching for him, but never quite giving in to their need.

“Please,” they asked, still a little teary from before, “I want you, Jean.”

“And you’ll always have me, in every way,” he was quick to reassure them, “But I want to spend a little more time loving you before filling you up. Would you like that?”

This time they did not hesitate to nod, and Jean couldn’t hold back the grin at the way they grew more eager for his touch. “Your wish is my command, mon amour.” His other hand left their breasts, only to gently tilt their chin for a proper, hungry kiss. As his warm tongue caressed theirs, and his fingers deftly stroked their chin, his other hand delved between their legs.

They both moaned into the kiss; them at the feeling of his thumb drawing small, fast circles onto their throbbing clit, and him at the feeling of just how wet they were as his index finger traced their dripping entrance.

It felt like their body was on fire, their strings pulled taut as their husband pulled them closer and closer to the edge with his every touch. They could barely even form a thought, let alone do anything but writhe in his arms and pant into their all-consuming kiss.

Jean-Pierre pulled back for a moment, eyes full of want gazing at their hazy ones. As he picked up the pace with his thumb, they began to shift in his embrace, clearly wanting more. “This part of you...seems to be very sensitive.” He chuckled, tapping their clit twice and causing them to cry out. “But I want to make you feel even better. You deserve it, ma belle chérie amour.”

With little warning, he dipped his index finger into their warmth, curling into them in the way he knew they wanted, before a second finger delved into their wetness. He knew every inch of their body like the back of his hand; knew that they would begin to sob with pleasure before he’d even put a third finger in. They were always so sensitive to his touch, so wet for him, and so perfectly tight as their walls fluttered. In fact, he knew…

“You’re close,” he observed, curling his finger even deeper as his thumb circled their clit faster still. “Do you want to cum? I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

“You always make me feel good,” they sighed, tears clinging to their fluttering eyelashes, before their eyes snapped wide open as his fingers pumped inside them faster with an obscene squelching sound. “Oh, fuck!”

They knew they must’ve been drenching the sheets underneath them, but at the moment, with his fingers filling them up so nicely and his mouth seeking theirs again, they couldn’t care less. All they cared about was how incredible it all felt; how in love they were with everything about the only man that could bring them to the precipice of extreme pleasure without even using his cock, while showering them with lovesick praise.

All it took was another stroke to that particularly sensitive spot inside them, and they were cumming all over his long fingers, sobbing his name and babbling words of love as they rode out their high. Jean’s gaze was nothing if not adoring, and the hardness of his cock against their back was more than enough proof—if they weren’t yet convinced by his actions—that he found them intolerably sexy.

That thought alone made them cry all the harder. He was too lovely, really.

“There, there,” he cooed, ever-so-patient with them, though the passion in his eyes never diminished. Jean-Pierre’s lips kissed every inch of skin within his reach, and nipped and teased whenever he liked to see a blooming red mark on their skin. “See? You’re just as stunning when you cum too. A few more rounds and I’ll have you convinced of how perfect you look in every position possible.” His grin was positively wicked now. “We might even use the mirror for extra emphasis.”

“Jean!”

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[sleepdeprivedsimp101]

Polnareff x Reader (One shot)

Okay, so I´ve always said that this man is like my husband and husband material. So not only do I always say that he's the ONE, I thought, how would it go down if he proposed to the self-insert character?

Warnings: It's literally just fluff.

Word count: 547

It's been about a good full year since you and Polnareff have been dating and a lot has happened. One day you were just a normal 19-year-old just trying to get through life, then the next year you´re 20 years old stand user that helped the other crusaders defeat a 100-year-old vampire, and then ended up dating the man you love most.

Now you are in Paris at Jean's beautiful apartment that looks like a small piece of a mansion. 

And wake up to the sun shining through the curtains hitting your back and onto Jean´s beautiful rested squishy sleepy face in his pillow.

You smile to yourself at the thought of how lucky you were to even end up with him. 

Tired but filled with enough energy to go get ready to make coffee at 7 in the morning. You place a kiss on Jean´s cheek and head to the bathroom. 

Heard muffled noise from the sleeping man, not understanding exactly what he said. 

Ẅalkin into the bathroom with a big yawn rubbing your eyes. Until you noticed something on your left hand. Taking a good look at your ring finger, rested a rose gold diamond ring. 

My heart nearly stopped and hyperventilation took over. 

¨wha-- Jean?!¨

Turning around only to be met with a tall figure leaning on the door frame smiling at you with one of the most genuine smiles you´ve ever seen him make.

“What's this?”

You asked him freaking out 

“Can I get a better look at that?”

Not knowing if this was real or not he gently took your hand and traced his fingers around the ring, laughing to himself a little. He looks into your confused eyes.

“It's a perfect fit.”

“Polnareff-”

he cuts you off by placing a finger on your lips to silence you. 

He holds your left hand with both of his big hands. As he kept eye contact with you, he slowly got down on one knee and started crying a bit.

Your jaw started to drop as you put a hand on your mouth, and then tears started to well up in your eyes.

“(Y/N), this past year with you has been an amazing adventure, you´ve made my heart feel so many things that I´ve never felt before, you´re always so full of amazing surprises...and I love you so dearly. I don't want any of those things to ever end and so with that, will you, Y/n L/n, be by my side for more adventures, and marry me?”

Pausing for a moment, then letting the tears fall, you knew exactly what to do.

“Yes.”

“REALLY?”

“YESSS!”

Now having the biggest smile on both of your faces you both start to laugh as you each place a hand on both cheeks of each other and kiss patiently, smiling in the kiss as you both laugh again. Then Jean picks you up and spins you around you then rapping your legs and arms around him still kissing his forehead as he keeps yelling

“OH MY GOD YES YES YES SHE SAID YES AAAAA!”

Laughing at his comment as you also yell

“I KNOW, WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A BIG WEDDING, BIG HOUSE, LOTS OF KIDS, AND GROW OLD TOGETHER, OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!”.

The end <3

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[gojo-inabox]

𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 (𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

Days on the desert leave you and a familiar frenchman falling for each-other. On a tired night, maybe a single cigarette would expose your true feelings. Or maybe Jotaro is an asshole.

word count: 2187

warnings: smoking?? idk. this is a repost from my old account, however all rights are reserved to me, please don’t repost.

It was a tiring day for the crusaders. As most days were, but being attacked by two stands in the same day made all of your muscles ache more, and your eyes droop dangerously lower than they usually would at this time. The car you currently sat in was cramped, and everyone was irritated and tired. Not a word spoken, not a glance spared. You wondered how long this would last.

If you were being honest, you liked the 5 men you had found yourself travelling with. It was an odd group of people, sure, but you had been able to bond over the common nature of being wronged and/or personally faulted by Dio. Just like Kakyoin and Polnareff you had found yourself briefly under the control of Dio.

The feeling was less than pleasant, leaving a forever lingering feeling in your body, like you would truly never get him out of you unless he was forever gone. You had spent nights upon nights, staring at the ceiling in bed, wondering if Dio had ever really left you alone.

Maybe he knew all along you’d never submit, and this was his cruel form of a joke, watching you beg to get that lingering feeling of him out of your body.

It didn’t matter at this point, as the days went by, as the stand users you took down got more and more difficult, you got closer to Dio. Everyone knew it, everyone could feel it. Sometimes, it was an eerie feeling, and just like now, the group refused to say anything to each other. Not a word spared, not a glance given.

The severity of the situation getting more and more blatant, the wounds on your bodies and pain in each of your movements telling you more than you needed to know - one of these battles could be your last.

The car ride was over, you all stumbled out of the cheap rental car and made your way into the hotel Joseph had reserved rooms at. This was a greater contrast to most places you had been to, being a bigger city, the hotel was more extravagant, beautiful crystal chandeliers covered the lobby - a big spacious room decorated very sparingly with couches.

At this time of night, people were not as present, and you honestly couldn’t be anymore thankful. Joseph, Avdol and Kakyoin made their way to the front desk to retrieve the keys for the rooms, as for you, well-

“Oh thank God.” Polnareff breathed out, practically throwing himself onto one of the lobby's many couches. Jotaro rolled his eyes, huffing out one of his iconic ‘Yare Yare Daze’ before strolling over to a seat himself. You found yourself exhausted, but the paranoia kept you on your feet, if they weren’t gonna stay on guard, you had to, right?

“(Y/N), take a seat. It’s been a long day, you can’t tell me you’re not tired.” Polnareff perked up from his rest, teasing you slightly.

“I am. Just would rather unwind in my room.” Simplicity was always your stronger suit. Simple and to the point, a motto Joseph had always described you with, to which you honestly could disagree.

Polnareff sighed, staring at you a bit longer before finally closing his eyes. You chuckled to yourself slightly, watching him doze off. Jean's silver hair was messy and undone, covering his pale face. Freckles danced on his face, a beautiful constellation on each cheek and over his nose. His lips were a light pink, a color soft and beautiful. You had honestly wondered if his lips were as soft as they looked.

Overall, beautiful was a good way to describe Jean Pierre.

Polnareff was an interesting man. His charm was always his stronger suit, a cheeky comment or observation just dancing to be spoken from his lips. Laughter was his favorite activity. He constantly had a wall up, it was blatantly obvious as he joked more than had actual conversations. His demeanor though, never changed, especially around you.

“Well there has to be a funny friend!” Polnareff would always say. You’d chuckle and play along, agreeing that if it couldn’t be Jotaro, then it certainly had to be Polnareff. The laughter in his eyes filled your heart tenfold, and you wouldn’t forget these moments ever in a lifetime.

There had been a few times where Jean had broken down a little. Where his smile had faltered, his eyes glossed over so slightly. It was a truly painful sight to see. But he even then still smiled. The weight of this journey was hard on everyone, but it was especially hard on him.

You were glad you could be good friends with him like that. That Jean could let himself waver ever so slightly.

Although, if you were being honest, you couldn’t deny that the sentiment of being just friends displeased you. Again, Polnareff was a charming man, full of life and love. His mere presence lit up a room, and you couldn’t deny the sinking feeling you’d get when he would harmlessly flirt with some random woman he encountered.

It hurt, honestly. It shouldn’t - but the memories of you two being alone together, laughing and smiling together - it felt like a betrayal to that. But it didn’t matter, no matter how many longing glances he gave you, no matter how much he would always insist to be by your side, how he would always check up on you - that was all in good nature.

Good friends. And he had every right to flirt with other people. Although it stung.

“You’re staring.”

Jotaro startled you. His eyes snapped from you to Jean Pierre as you composed yourself. Jotaro and you had a good friendship. You considered him a friend and got along about as well as someone could with the way he was.

You glanced his way, flustered slightly. “I zoned out.”

“Yeah. I’m sure.” His voice was slightly more playful, you furrowed your brows together, now intently staring at him.

“What’re you saying?” You huffed out slightly. His eyes snapped back to you, he sighed and leaned himself back. Grabbing a cigarette and lighter from his coat pocket, he motioned one your way but you shook your head. “I don’t smoke.”

A silence fell over the two of you. The conversation was over. A minute or two went by, maybe three. But then he laughed. Jotaro laughed. “You don’t smoke. But when he offers you one, you do.”

“I do not, he offers but I always-“ “You always sheepishly say yes and then you two go off and talk.” Jotaro interjected, waving you off as simply as he has caught your attention, now turned to facing the outside. His eyes scanned the city outside, he sighed, “You like him.”

“He’s my friend,” You faltered a bit, “I think.”

He glanced at you once more. Preparing to probably give you a stoic one liner again, but Joseph barreled over, several keys in hand. “Alright, who’s rooming with who!”

You nugged Polnareff awake, “I suppose Jotaro and I, Avdol and Kakyoin, and (Y/N) with Polnareff? I think that’s fair.” Everyone nodded, no obligations to the pairing. Joseph handed everyone their keys and continued, “Our goal is to leave around 9AM tomorrow, meet here around 8:30AM, we can plan out our line of action tomorrow! Goodnight everyone!”

The group dispersed. Polnareff slugged behind you, as you navigated towards your room, searching for the right number. There was a silence that overtook the two of you, but it was nothing but peaceful. You found yourself thinking about the conversation with Jotaro. Glancing back at the tall frenchman, damn. Maybe you did have feelings for him?

You found your room, and slid inside, locking the door behind the two of you.

“This place is nice, a little too fancy even for me.” Polnareff commented as he threw his bag to the dresser and then himself on the bed. “Too much white.”

“I agree. Hotels either have no color, or the most ugly colors I’ve ever seen.”

“Well I suppose the view makes up for it.” The frenchman sat up and watched intently as you opened the curtains to the big window/sliding glass door. He smiled, pulling out a cigarette box and lighter, “Awake enough for one?”

You smiled and nodded, thinking immediately back to what Jotaro said. You did always agree! Why? Smoking wasn’t something you hated, it was something you’d occasionally participate in, but more often than not would pass up. So why?

You pulled the door open and stepped on the balcony. The view from the 7th story was beautiful. The city was decorated in yellow and white lines - some represent cars, some buildings and street lights. The sound of the constant moving of air and cars filled your ears. It was calm.

You sat on a patio couch, Polnareff sat next to you, his bigger frame almost eating yours whole. You forgot how buff he honestly was. He handed you a cigarette, already lit. There was that silence again as you each took a few drags. The city makes up for the lack of conversation on your ends.

Polnareff suddenly chuckled, his eyes drawing to the ground, “Y’know, if you didn’t smoke you don’t have to.”

Your eyes widen, “What?” Had he heard the conversation with Jotaro? All of the sudden the silence was as thick as ice, his body was way closer than you had realized, and the city had seemed to not make a noise. His eyes darted to you, intently watching you.

“You said you didn’t smoke to Jotaro. I was still awake y’know.” You blinked a few times. What was there to say? You didn’t know why. “Why do you smoke with me? You don’t have to smoke with me to spend time with me.”

You chuckled. “I don’t know. I guess you’re right, I think the offer of a break from what we’re doing is appealing enough to smoke for.” He took the cigarette from your lips, putting it out on the ashtray as he smiled.

“Well then,” He took a hit from the cigarette and sighed, staring back at the city. A sigh of your own came out, the anxiety was gone, it wasn’t that big of a deal. “I don’t blame you. This has been fun, the whole journey, but it’s hard to avoid the tension between the others. I don’t blame them either, it’s a serious thing we’re fighting for, but they never take breaks.”

“If we’re being honest, we barely do too. Does smoking a single cigarette count?”

“I suppose for us it has to count.” He sighed. “I’m just glad my time is spent with you. Makes it feel worthwhile.” A grin plastered on his face, eyes back to you, searching your face for a response.

“How much of that conversation with Jotaro did you hear…” You sheepishly ask, a faint blush tinted on your face. God you hoped it was dark enough out here he couldn’t see

The silver haired man sighed, turned, and squished out his cigarette, “Well, enough. He was just joking though, don’t take it to heart. I haven’t.”

“You haven’t what?” You questioned.

“Jotaro always clowns on me for it too. My feelings for you.” Jean Pierre paused slightly, almost cringing at his admission, “I’ve tried to be straight forward. But I suppose my genuine flirting isn’t too clear.”

Taking his face in one of your hands, you turned it towards yourself. “So, you do have feelings for me?”

“Yeah.” He laughed out quietly, taking your hands in his. “I have for a while, why do you think I’m so insistent to be by your side. Listen, I don’t know how much time we have left together, this journey mon chéri, I don’t know what it will take from us. I want to fill every breathing moment I have with you. I want to not die with regrets.”

“You’re not gonna die.” You breathed out, “Not If I’m by your side Jean.”

Your bodies were strikingly close, body heat dancing off of each other, engulfing each others presence. Jean searched your face for an emotion, surely your words weren’t mistaken, surely you felt the same as he did, right?

Your eyes searched his face, “Jean, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same. I suppose I mistook your advances as a good friend. I didn’t want to overstep or overthink, it seemed too good.”

“Me? Too good? Mon chéri you make me laugh.”

“What, you are perfect to me. You’re exactly my type.” You laughed, pressing your forehead to his. “Listen, I understand your sentiment Jean Pierre. I’m beyond grateful for the time you’ve dedicated to me. This journey has been worth it, so so worth it. I’m so happy we’ve met.”

All he could do was smile. Jean was ecstatic, joy radiating off of his face. You couldn’t help but smile too, pull your heads apart. A comfortable silence graced you two.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, his eyes locked with yours.

“Absolutely.”

tldr; polnareff got game 😩

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[lemon-lime-limbo]

𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖋 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙

a haunted halloween | a jjba oneshot

note: this is for my best friend! hope u enjoy it bestie POLNAREFF IS SO CUTE

pairing: polnareff x reader

warnings: um mentions of blood, spooky sorta theme, idk

word count: 813

genre: fluff!

reblogs/shares appreciated!

If someone had told you a few weeks ago that Polnareff was going to take you on a date to a haunted house, especially the scariest haunted house in a ten mile radius, you never would have believed it. In fact, even though you and Polnareff are standing next to each other waiting in line, you’re still not sure you can believe it. 

“What are the waivers for?” you say, craning your neck around to see the papers being passed between employees and customers.

Polnareff laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders casually. “To let the actors touch you when they try to scare you,” he says.

Your brows furrow. “That sounds… scary.”

He kisses your forehead. “Do not worry! I will protect you.”

You smile. “Of course you will.”

The line continues to move forward, groups of people clutching to each other as they enter the main event. Screams echo into the night about fifty feet from where you and Polnareff stand; at the ticket counter. 

Polnareff hands the employee with smeared clown face paint two tickets from his pocket. “I bought them in advance, so we could make sure to go,” he says with a smug look on his face.

You just laugh. He always seems to plan ahead. When the waivers are signed, you get ushered along the path toward the big building with flashing lights coming from inside. Polnareff’s steps are even and calculated as he wraps his hand around yours, his palm only slightly sweaty, unlike yours, which is much sweatier, evidence of your nervousness for this date. 

“What did I tell you? Do not worry. I will protect you from them!” Polnareff cheers. “If they want to scare you, they will have to go through me first!”

You laugh and punch him gently on the shoulder. “I’ll hold you to that.”

When you pass the two pillars at the front, you enter the building, the creaky floors and mostly fake cobwebs getting caught on your clothes marking your entrance. You can’t bring yourself to turn towards Polnareff, barely able to will your shaky footsteps forward into the barely-lit hallway. 

“Your hand is very cold, my dear,” Polnareff says, his voice trembling slightly.

You turn your head slowly to face him, your eyes wide. “That’s… that’s not my hand…”

Polnareff turns around to see the ghoul breathing down the back of his neck, his face going white as the actor smiles creepily, revealing blood dripping down their teeth. He screams, shutting his eyes tightly and tightening his hold on your hand. You lead him away from the actor, who follows quietly behind the two of you.

He’s still white as a sheet when you look at him next, attempting to lead him away from the other actors to prevent him from having a heart attack. The floorboards creak when you step on them, and he screams again. “That was me…” you mumble with a soft laugh. 

Fake blood drips from the ceiling as you enter a new room. Terrified, Polnareff looks up, and you do the same. A mannequin is strapped to the ceiling, its hand dangling, able to graze the tops of both of your heads. He whimpers softly as you urge him to move on, pulling him through the room.

You’re too slow, however, and the mannequin smiles, more blood coming from its mouth. “I-it’s a… real person!” he stammers, frozen in place.

“Oh my god! Come on, let’s get out of here!” you shout to him, leading him away. He continues to scream as you rush through each room as fast as you can. The floorboards creak again and you look back to Polnareff, trembling as he clutches your arm. His eyes squeeze shut again and you continue to move past.

More actors jump out at you and grab your shoulders than you ever would have guessed, but even still, you power through. By the last hallway, you’re both screaming and running as fast as you can to get out. 

The cold October air hits the both of you and you slow down, putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath. “Oh my god…” Polnareff whispers hoarsely, also trying to catch his breath. “That was…”

“Terrifying? Absolutely,” you laugh. 

He laughs too. “Sorry for… being a coward.”

You shrug, taking his hand again. “Who cares? We still had fun, didn’t we?”

“I suppose you are right,” he says.

Leading him out of the area, you head towards the parking lot. “And, as a reward for you making it through…” His face brightens. “Let’s go get ice cream. I’ll pay,” you say with a smile.

“Perhaps it was worth it then! But only if I can get cookies and cream.”

“Of course you can! You deserve it, Polnareff.” You press a kiss to his lips and laugh at the blush creeping onto his cheeks.

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[casscreative]

“You knew exactly what would happen if you pulled that stunt, I know you did, and I know that’s why you pulled it!” Polnareff says, his voice gravely and loud and hurt, and Avdol can feel the backs of his eyes burning, his chest unsure if it’s burning or frozen solid.

“... Polnareff,” Avdol croaks, “I wasn’t- I just- I wanted you s-”

“STOP- STOP TRYING TO DIE-!” Polnareff’s voice cracks, and he shudders, slumping in his seat. Avdol can only watch with wide eyes.

-

After DIO, Avdol and Polnareff have a talk about hero complexes and selfishness.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46486759

for @avpol-april’s argument prompt (mixed with a late submission for the comfort prompt <3)

#writing #jjba #avpol #Mohammed Avdol #muhammad abdul #mohammed abdul #muhammad avdol #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff #poldul #poldol #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #stardust crusaders #oneshot

[itjazzbicch]

Distraction

Pairing:  Jean Polnareff x Fem Reader

First time writing for Polnareff so I hope I did well!  

Summary: Growing uneasy and feeling as if they are a burden, the reader finds comfort by becoming close friends with Polnareff who takes those worries away with a distraction...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Foreplay, fingering, loss of virginity)

Word Count: 1.2k

This trip to Egypt was agonizingly slow. It was one thing after another, after another. Getting to our next stop was a relief, but also came with so much more anxiousness.

You’d figure that all the enemy stand users we faced, the fact that Dio is out there, would be the things on my mind.

Sitting up in the hotel bed, all I could think about was earlier this morning.

The bed had been one of the best, surprisingly. Soft but firm, so peacefully asleep and not wanting to get up.

Feeling a comforting warmth, cuddling up to a pillow that was firm, holding my head just right, long enough for my leg to straddle over.

A sleepy smile on my face, humming in the satisfaction that I could feel even in dreamland, only to realize that this was no ordinary pillow and that I was no longer dreaming.

“Good morning, chéri,” A sleepy voice cooed to me, feeling a hand on my hip, tired eyes blinking and finding Polnareff.

What I thought was a body pillow was him, my head on his chest. He was still asleep, snoring some after he mumbled out his words.

At the hotel, I decided to pair up with Polnareff considering Jotaro already paired up with Kakyoin, Mr. Joestar with Avdol, and I have connected with Polnareff the most, so he was my best and only option.

Another day had passed and there I was, sitting in the bed, eyes catching Polnareff as he came from the bathroom, a heartthrob with his white mane down to his shoulders.

“Having trouble going to sleep?”

I was so zoned out while checking him out that his voice startled me a little, saying softly:

“Just a little.”

We had been through so much on this journey and thinking deeply, I learned why I felt the way I did towards Jean.

He’s saved me, had my back, and made this crazy trip have some kind of fun in it. Looking back at our morning, I had never felt so secure in someone’s arms.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He was so kind to me too, sitting in bed while I curled into the blanket, asking shyly:

“Is it okay if we cuddle, if you don’t mind?”

“Never, dear,”

Gently, I scooted close and the moment my head laid against his chest, it was as if all my worries disappeared, sighing in relief.

“Is getting closer to Egypt troubling you?” He even knew exactly what was wrong, a bit of weight falling off my shoulders as I nodded softly:

“Yeah, and it makes me wonder if I’m cut out for this. Sometimes, I feel like a burden.”

“You know that’s not true,” Lifting my head to meet my gaze, those blue eyes truly believed, “You have a very unique stand that is very useful. We need you. Never feel that you’re a burden, because you’re not.”

“You’re the sweetest thing, you know that?” I smiled, placing a small kiss on his collarbone to express my gratitude.

Playing with my hair and rubbing my scalp helped me relax more, closing my eyes and humming, but listening to his suggestion:

“Maybe you just need a distraction, take your mind off things, hm?”

“A distraction?” I looked cocking my eyebrow, but my eyes fell gently when his lips met mine.

I was melting against him as our lips danced more, back resting easily while he climbed on top of me, as light as a feather, continuing to run his hand through my hair, kissing down my jaw and neck, earning a sweet moan as our hips connected.

My body couldn’t help itself, hips grinding towards his, feeling his erection and I couldn’t think about a single thing but the pleasure.

“You don’t worry about a thing, chéri,” He cooed, hands sliding up to get rid of my shirt, kisses leading up my sternum and finding my breasts, “Just let me take care of you.”

“Please,” I breathed hollowly, chest heaving slowly with his tongue circling my nipple, squeezing the other softly.

Slowly but surely, more moans began to pour out of me, drifting away to a new, wonderful place that I’d never been to.

Adjusting my legs, I helped as best I could to help his hands take away my pajama bottoms and panties, his mouth leaving some faint marks across my chest, fingers slipping through my folds, the pressure at my clit making me gasp:

“Jean..”

“Yes, my love?” Reconnecting gazes, coming back to the crook of my neck, I admitted nervously:

“I’ve never done much like this before.”

“Do you want to?” Looking for confirmation, I nodded, humming more at his finger circling my clit softly:

“It feels so good.”

“I’ll make you feel more than good,” He whispered, kissing my neck and pushing a digit in carefully, working to a quicker tempo as my moans were self-explanatory.

Adding another shortly after, this new stretch made me lose myself more, fingers so thick, curling upwards and nudging a bump that had me shaking.

“You’re doing so good,” He kissed my cheek, realizing more than me that I was cuming around his fingers, slowing his pace at the clenches of my walls, “Want something better?”

“I’m all yours, Jean,” I breathed out, watching him take place between my thighs, blown away by his figure and size once he was nude.

“I’ll take it nice and slow,” He cooed down to me, guiding his tip to my entrance, “Take good care of you, love.”

“Oh my god,” Breathing in deeply, this stretch and friction were even more intense, holding onto his back and breathing out moans and noises I didn’t even know that I could make.

The first few thrusts made me ache a little, but beginning to adjust to his girth, legs latching around his waist in an instant as his hips met mine.

“That feel good?”

“Sooo good,” I couldn’t stress that enough, my consciousness already swirling in my head.

“I can tell,” Smiling down at me, he rolled his hips against mine quicker, adoring, “Who knew you’d moan so beautifully? All those noises say it all.”

“Mhm,” I hummed, quickly losing my breath, not sure what to say, like it mattered as senseless babbles were all I could get out.

There was so much heat in my stomach, feeling like it was all about to break, like with his fingers, but so much heavier and stronger.

“Jean!” My body was going out of control, hugging his head with a handful of hair, stressing, “It’s so much.”

“It’s alright,” He cooed, instructing with kisses, “Just let it take you.”

I didn’t bother to ignore all of the wild feelings running through me, back rising off the bed inch by inch to form an arch, my soul about leaving my body when warm wetness spilled out of me, quicker thrusts making me see stars and only able to hear the sound of wet skin slapping.

“You’re the good one,” He praised, humming while chasing his bliss, lips steaming against my skin, “So soft and warm, taking me so well.”

I appreciated his praises, only wanting more of his comfort as I held onto him, “Hold me, please.”

He did as so, our bodies resting and giving each other sweet nothings, growing tired quickly in his embrace.

His body warmth was so soothing, putting me to sleep quicker, but hearing his coo:

“Feeling better?”

“A lot better,” I smiled tiredly, resting against his chest.

“Good. I’m sure you’ll get a good night's rest,” back rubs sending me off with his kiss on my forehead, “Sweet dreams, chéri.”  

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[karskilledme]

Dinner Dates - Polnareff x Fem!Reader

Description - Reader and Polnareff meet for one of their weekly dinner dates and things get sappy. 

Content Warnings - None, SFW

Words - 966

Minors and ageless DNI, 18+ Only

Something about that Frenchmen just set me ablaze. Ever since our adventure to Egypt ended I had to keep making up silly reasons to visit him before all together I up and moved to France for… studies. What could I say, my heart just longed for the cheesy, not so little, flirt. Luckily, and totally not planned, my new apartment wasn’t far from his place but also just far enough to not be obvious. Because of this we were able to have weekly dinner dates, one week at my house and the next at his. It was perfect really but I was still troubled by something. Was his flirtation genuine or just his nature? Every time we met I’d be drowned in a sea of affection that tip-toed right on the edge of platonic and sometimes even further if he had more than one glass of wine. It didn’t help that I was inexperienced in the ring of romance and therefore had no idea what was normal and what was not. I let out a soft sigh and finished up my makeup. Nothing heavy but hey I had to look my best for my Frenchie. Smoothing down my dress and slipping on my shoes I was off. 

The trip to Polnareff’s house was quiet. A nice autumn breeze accompanied me both to my enjoyment and dismay as my hair was now more similar to a bird's nest than anything else. The cool breeze did mean that Polnareff was likely to have the fire going and that meant it was a great excuse to huddle up next to him while we chatted. My knuckles rasped against the wood door before a distant crashing sound came from behind it. Polnareff practically ripped the door off its hinges with a worked-up pant. 

“Mon Cheri! You’re early, come in, come in!” He gushed, ushering me in and out of the chill. “You look so beautiful but that wind really did a number on your hair.” He teased. I pouted and fixed it to the best of my ability but it didn’t matter much, I had seen the man with his hair in much worse states than mine was currently. 

His house was warm with the roar of fire and the smell of delicious food. “It smells great Pol, I hope that crashing I heard wasn’t you dropping dinner.” I taunted. A hearty chuckle erupted from his chest, his blue eyes crinkling ever so softly. 

“I would never do such a thing and let you down. These dinner dates mean too much to me mon bébé!” He exclaimed, his hands shooting in the air for emphasis. A blush crept to my cheeks, not at his usual terms of endearment but at his admittance that the dinner ‘dates’ meant something to him too. “The crashing was nothing for you to worry yourself about.” I only hummed out at his lame excuse and decided there wasn’t much need to push further. 

“So what’s for dinner Frenchie.” I asked, my stomach rumbling on queue. Polnareff took notice of this and flashed me a cheesy grin. 

“It’s a surprise but it’s something sure to sate that appetite of yours. Come sit and I’ll bring it out to you.” He said.

Polnareff guided me to the dining room where our usual table sat unusually adorned with a table cloth, candles, and a vase of my favorite flowers. My lips parted ever so slightly in shock as my hand made way up to them. I turned to the smirking man who stood next to me. 

“What’s the special occasion? It’s not my birthday is it?” I questioned. Once my gaze met his I could feel the dramatic shift in atmosphere. My heart sped up in anticipation of what would happen next. Polnareff's gaze softened before he took my hand in his much larger, calloused one. 

“Mon amour… I can’t hide it any longer, no matter what you may think of me, I must tell you! Je t’aime (Y/n). I love you; I’ve loved you ever since you bandaged me up in Egypt and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since.” He paused and brought my knuckles to his lips, placing a soft peck on them before continuing. “The thought of you going back to America after you finish school next month has been driving me crazy. I can’t imagine my life without you now! What do you say (Y/n)?” My heart had long since stopped beating. My breath was hitched in my throat, my brain too busy racing to remember basic functions. Unable to form any sort of coherent sentence I crashed my lips into his. His lips were just as soft as they looked and tasted of his last cigarette and a hint of wine. Initially he was too shocked to kiss back but soon his lips began to work in tandem with mine. His chest was pressed so tightly against mine that I could now feel his heart beating against my own, as one. I hesitantly broke the kiss, tears softly cascading down my cheeks, so much for my makeup. Gently Polnareff's strong hands wiped my tears away before cupping my cheeks. 

“I love you so much Polnareff!” I choked out. He grinned before peppering me in a million little kisses. I felt dumbfounded but also the happiest I had been in a long time. All this time he really had liked me back and I was silly enough to think he could have been teasing me. I smiled at him with all the love and care I could muster. 

“I’m so glad you’re mine mon cherie” He whispered. My stomach rumbled again, earning a laugh from him. “Now let's have dinner!” He cheered before whisking himself from my grasp.

#jjba #jjba x reader #jjba oneshots #jjba oneshot #polnareff #polnareff x reader #jjba polnareff #polnareff imagine #self insert #fanfiction #HaleyWritesStuff

[thefinalecrusader]

The Last Train Home.

CW!: Heavy Spoilers (part 3), Heavy angst, Blood, decriptions of death and violence, no specified relationships, no specified gender for reader!

Hanging out with the crusaders was amazing, everything felt so lively.

Sometimes you forget that you've only just met these people, hell you were going on an entire journey with them!

They just grew on you quickly, you suppose.

You joining the crusaders wasn't some bizzare fight with you trying to kill them. You just happened to be outside the nurse's office window, watching Jotaro and Kakyoins fight.

At first, when you asked to go with him, he hated the idea, he already had enough of the people at the damn school.

The only reason he let you follow him home was because of your own stand, and he still hated the idea.

But now, Jotaro- who you took fondly to calling 'Jojo' -was content.

Hearing the train whistle, you guys headed aboard the first train of your adventure.

The train was crowded, mentally, atleast.

Even if you and the crusaders were in different compartments of the train; solely because you couldn't all fit into one; it sure was noisy.

Polnareff was going on and on about who knows what, talking Avdols ear off about whatever he could.

Kakyoin seemed to get distracted by whatever he saw pass the windows, seeming to make small doodles of them on sticky paper.

Joseph was talking to you and Jotaro about some.. Pillar men? Boasting about how he manage to beat some ascended being.

Jotaro seemed like he was halfheartedly listing to his old man, listening to the stories of his golden age while the sun set down the hills, marking your guy's first day.

You couldn't help but smile at the stars. When the sun set, it got quieter.

Polnareff tired himself out and simply passed out in his compartment, and the other crusaders seemed to drift off to sleep already.

Drifting off to sleep contently, you wonderd what tomorrow would have in store for you.

"Hey guys, i found a camera!" Jospeh yelled out to your group, running over with a smile on his face.

Jotaro scoffed "And what do you want us to do? Take a photo?"

"Thats exactly it my dear boy!" He'd laugh, patting his grandson on the back as Jotaro let out a mumbled sentence.

Polnareff went off about how nice a photo would be, to remember how cool your little group was.

Kakyoin laughed, he didn't despise the idea of a photo at all.

"What if we took a photo now, and when we beat DIO we take another?" You spoke, smiling at the old man.

He smiled back, letting out a nod as he set up the camera, "Positions everyone!"

It was quiet.

Apart from the trains whistle which broke you from your thoughts.

But at that point the only thing your mind could comprehend was the faint sound of the trains wheels.

You looked over the other 3 crusaders, you could all fit into one compartment now.

A faint golden light seeped over the horizon, signifying your victory, how you survived and won against such a monster.

But you were tired.

You were beaten and bloody, bruised and battered.

You could only remember the pools of crimson. The way that monster laughed as others could only scream.

And yet it was all so, so quiet.

That's right.

There was no more laughter, no more jokes or stories while waiting to get to your destination.

You were able to rest now, to relax and finally let out a weight on your shoulders.

But you couldn't, no matter how bright the sun shined or how tired you were.

The photo you had held onto since the day you guys took it, had been ripped lightly around the edges.

Right, you and the others were suppose to take another after you beat DIO.

At the time it was a warm suggestion, a before and after photo to show you and the crusaders victory.

But now? Now you could only wonder how empty the photo will look when you guys take that last one.

#this was rushed #jojo's bizarre adventure #reader insert #scenarios #jjba stardust crusaders #HazeWrites☆ #jjba part 3 #jjba scenarios #stardust crusaders #jojo kakyoin #part 3 jotaro #joseph joestar #muhammad avdol #jean pierre polnareff #jjba #oneshots #I have no idea what im doing please help #THIS ISN'T AS GOOD AS IT SOUNDED IN MY HEAD #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader

[klvbxlove]

that moment when you’ve been reading hol horse smut for no reason and now you find yourself lowkey simping over him

(and hol horse in the GIF is him running away after seeing my horny ass LMAO)

#bruh and this actually happened with steely dan too #i didn’t read a smut of him but i did read a oneshot that had me feeling things for him #polnareff and jotaro ain’t gonna be happy with me simping on hol horse that’s for sure 💀 #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #stardust crusaders #hol horse #anime #kristin’s faves

[randoimago]

Hihi! I saw your thing about friends to lovers and I dig it. Maybe friends to lovers with Jean-Pierre Polnareff? Possibly takes place after sdc snd before golden wind? Polnareffs bff owns a small little shop that he visits everyday type thing? Sorry if its not a lot to work worth im bad with ideas and explaining :c

Promises Made

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots

Note(s): No this is really cute!! I'm happy to write it. Also just now realized I misread the request. I thought it said Polnareff's bf (boyfriend) and not bff so that's my bad (I can fix it easily)!!

"And how is business today, mon ami?" Polnareff has a wide smile as he walks into your shop. It's a routine he's kept every day. While his personal research and work with Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation take up most of his time, he wants to make sure that he always has this moment to come by and see you.

You glance up from where you're sweeping the floor a bit, wanting to keep it clean and the smile that crosses your face has Polnareff smiling wider. That is another reason he makes it a routine to come and see you daily.

"Not too busy today, but it hasn't been dead, so I think it's going well," you reply and Polnareff nods as if he's hanging onto your every word.

"That's good, I wouldn't want you to be exhausted from working too hard." As if he's one to talk. After all the events in Egypt, he feels as if he hasn't had a moment to rest between finally grieving and wanting to make sure it couldn't happen again. But he doesn't tell you that, he continues to be the funny, cheery guy for you. You deserve to see him at his best. "Do you think you could step away for a moment? Just to walk with me," he asks you, wanting to do more than talk to you in your shop and potentially be interrupted by a customer coming in.

Polnareff is pleased by your smile as you walk over and put a sign on the front door, saying you'll be back in fifteen minutes. He holds his arm out for you to take, acting like he's being goofy when he really wants to use it as an excuse for you to touch him. You walk with him and it's pleasant.

As you both catch up on your day, speaking in more details than you did in the shop, Polnareff finds himself staring. He's caught himself doing that a good bit since meeting you. And despite being a hell of a romantic, he does enjoy this friendship you have. Making friends hasn't been the easiest since Egypt and he doesn't want to ruin this by being selfish.

"We should probably start to head back," you say with a bit of a disappointed sigh that causes his heart to pick up. He feels that same disappointed, but he knows how valuable your shop is to you, so he agrees as he leads you back.

You had let go of his arm at this point, which did cause a frown on his face for a split second before he covered it up. He can't help the blush as he feels your hand intertwine with his on the walk back. If he wasn't so caught up in his feelings, he would've maybe noticed that you seemed a bit flustered from doing that.

You make it back to your shop with him, hand-in-hand. No one is waiting for you to be back and you take the sign off the door as he stands around your shop, not wanting to leave, but also not wanting to just seem as if he's loitering. Thankfully, Polnareff is saved when an older woman walks in to speak with you. Perhaps a regular. He doesn't pay attention to what the two of you talk about, he doesn't want to eavesdrop... Well, he does, but he manages to refrain. That is, until the woman starts to leave and looks in Polnareff's direction this time.

"You take care of them. Don't break their heart," she says to Polnareff, causing him to freeze and be unable to respond as she leaves the shop. The slight laughter that leaves your lips brings him back as his face is also red and he notices the apologetic look on your face.

"Sorry about her, she's come by quite often just to talk. She's been like an overprotective grandma," you explain and Polnareff nods at that as he's still a bit lost in his thoughts. Eventually he bites the bullet and looks to you.

"I'd never break your heart," he promises you and surprise crosses your features at Polnareff's small confession. "I could never hurt you like that."

"I know Jean-Pierre." The way you speak his name with such tenderness causes the French man to step closer.

"If you allow me, I will make sure every day is a happy one for you. I want to show you how much love you truly deserve. I cherish this friendship we have, but please do not blame me for being a selfish man and wanting more." The romantic side in Polnareff has never left him and it feels freeing in a sense to not hold back his feelings when speaking to you.

"I guess we're both selfish then," you speak up after a moment of pause and processing. The smile that crosses Polnareff's face is wider than any you've seen before as he moves behind the front counter to pull you into a hug. Normally, you'd scold him for getting behind the front counter, but now you're just trying to breathe with how tightly he presses you to his chest. Polnareff realizes your struggling and lets you go with a brighter blush on his face as he smiles down at you.

"I promise, I will never break your heart," he says again, and you nod, giving him a smile back. "I might not be able to visit every day, but I will always come back to you." It's a dangerous thing to promise with what he intends on doing. But the promise and this new relationship with you gives him extra motivation. And he knows that he'll fight so damn hard to keep it.

#kats 3000 follower celebration #jean pierre polnareff x reader #polnareff x reader #jjba x reader

[tem60]

"fragile"

Jotaro x gender neutral reader

hii! it's my first oneshot I've written on tumblr. I hope it turned out ok. anyway, have a good day and enjoy the story from Jotaro's pov! he's a softie inside and we all know it

also I miiight be opening requests soon, I'll let y'all know when I'm ready<<

word count: 1981

warnings: there's that one swear word.. at the very beginning

Each day we're getting closer to ending it all. Each day welcomes us with difficulties such as stand user or other cases. And each day I can't help but notice how different they seem. They're anxious, but they smile at me, or other crusaders. They're being nice to everyone, even though they're also having it rough to fight and survive this hell of a time. Their stand heals our every wound even if it takes a lot of energy to do so. How can they stay so positive about everything like this? And why do I envy them at some point?

I'm scared of what tomorrow could bring, although I know I must stay strong for the others. It's getting harder and harder each fucking way to do so. And yet they stay happy, or at least it seems like that. As far as I know they were good at keeping secrets, especially about themselves and their abilities. After all, I saw their stand only a week ago, and we're on our journey for about a month now. After that fight with Anubis, the stand that used swordsmanship and his own strength at best he could to crush our lives, they did manifest it that day. That fight wasn't as successful as I wanted it to be but I've never been this tired in my life to even think about it. Or at least never been while on this trip. They showed their stand on impulse, as if they didn't mean it to and yet they'd done it. They healed me. I was tired and thought that another stand was after us, I got scared because how was I supposed to protect Polnareff, them or even myself at that point? However everything was alright, at least that's what they'd told me.

My mom.. what if we fail? I wouldn't be able to hear her caring voice, would I? I'm trying to be strong but it seems as if it's never enough. I'm getting tired, each day I don't think we're going to make it, but I always throw away these kind of thoughts to stay strong. After all they all rely on me, don't they? I rely on myself. I should be able to do it so.. why am I here, now?

I've never been worried this much in my life, not when I matured enough to be responsible for my actions. Why has it come to this? Me, not being able to sleep because of them, crying. It can't be real right? When have I become this soft for anyone? Weren't I afraid of being rejected before? And why do their voice rings in my head and I recall every moment they helped me get through something, even if I didn't ask for it.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick of them being all nice to me. I've had enough of seeing their face they make when I make an attempt on making a joke. I hate it when they laugh at it even though it wasn't that funny. Their eyes, God how much I hate them. Behind those eyes hides no pity, only indulgence and patience. I'm sick of liking the sound of their voice, the way their eyes focus on me to make sure I'm okay. Their touch. Gentle touches, I thought only my mother could give them. Their touches aren't needy or curious, they seek my consent before doing anything. They respect me a little bit too much, I hate it so much. Especially now.

I've just woken up from that.. dream I've had. It was bizarre, that's all I know. I heard some noises next to me, that's why I woke up in the first place, right? But I couldn't just turn around and see what was behind me that was making all this noises. I knew exactly what it was, I just couldn't do it. As if I was frozen, I couldn't move nor breathe, I just listend to the way they cried behind me on their own bed that was next to mine. I begged to move, to do something, and yet I couldn't. It was frustrating, I started to panic slowly. I've never thought that comforting someone would be this hard on it's own.

Hearing them cry broke my heart. I've never seen them sad, nor with a frown on their face. Always smiling, wishing best for everyone and hoping to keep them safe. And yet here they are. They must have snapped, what other could've happened that made them cry like this? They were crying quietly, as if afraid of waking me up even though I'm already awake, yet they don't know that. They don't know I can hear every breath they take, or the way they try to quiet down their hiccups just to not let anyone hear them.

We all have a hard time being here, in Egypt. I should've let them cry, right? That should help them more than my simple words, I probably won't make a whole sentence even if I tried. Then why bother? I'll just try and go back to sleep, why should I care about that?

Yet here I found myself slowly turning to face them. It's dark, the only light that is emitting their shaking frame is the moon itself, as if it was showing me the way. It made me move on my own, as if I was hypnotised. By what exactly? I'm not sure. My chest started to hurt really badly, I had to do something. But shouldn't I not care and let them be? Wouldn't it be best to let them do it themselves? In fact, I'm not sure myself. Automatically I stood up from my bed and walked towards them, their back was facing me so they shouldn't have noticed me. Unless they heard me stand up and walk up go them? They must have really kept the watch out for me. Why are they like this? What happened to them?

They turned to me as if scared that I would hurt them. But they weren't scared of me, no. They must have been afraid of me eavesdropping on their little cries, that's what made them catch their breath in their chest and look at me while all I did was look at them back. Stunned as I was, all I could do was cough awkwardly and look everywhere else but their eyes.

"You uh.. you alright?" I said while feeling the nervousness build up in my stomach and a certain pain in my chest as I said those words. Their tears were shining under the moonlight that came through the small window we had in this flat. Yet they seemed to just be shocked by my presence, especially since I was standing above them.

They hadn't said anything. All they did was catch my bigger hand in theirs and bring me down to sit next to them. So I did, with a little hesitation in my movements.

They couldn't look at me, I saw the way they tried to look everywhere else but me, I've done that minutes ago, that's why it was easier to notice it. But I didn't judge them for it. In fact, I opened my arms and offered them silently a hug. I don't know what's going on but perhaps this could help? My mum used to always hug me when I was distressed, it did usually help me but she.. she said a lot of comforting words that came straight out of her heart. I couldn't do it, I'm not as open as my mum is.

Thankfully they hugged me back, in fact with absolutely no hesistation. I secured them in my arms holding around their smaller frame and let them cry their eyes out as if I was a shoulder they could cry on. My frowning eyes were focused on the door that was behind them, I couldn't think about anything logically. All I had in mind was this urge to make them smile again, to help them get through it all, without knowing the reason behind it. I patted their head a few times, hiding it in my shoulder while their arms were around my neck, hugging it tightly and crying together, but this time not as quietly as before.

I didn't judge them, in fact I didn't do much at all. And yet after a few minutes they broke the hug and looked at me with this gorgeous smile I wanted to see before. This smile that keeps me up at night and each time starts a fire in my heart. Am I becoming too soft for them? Old man told me about that feeling when he met grandma. It was similar to what I felt towards them now. I envied them before but now I see that we have some things in common. They're like a sea of emotions and hobbies I wish to find myself swimming in everyday, even dive in the deepest parts of it if possible. So mysterious and dangerous, I want to be able to seek for answers on their behaviour. I need to know that they're okay.

That realisation was the reason why I let myself slip a small smile, also in response to them lifting corners of those lips that said so many nice things to me, to all of the crusaders or other people I never cared to acknowledge. And now, those specific lips opened up a little to leave only a few quiet words for me.

"Thank you, Jotaro" - was what they whispered this night. I didn't do anything and yet they thanked me for it. Why did it leave a warm feeling in my chest? They were just appreciating the silence that fell between us. "It means a lot" then they added. I smiled up even more after those words, but quickly hid my face under the brim of my hat.

"Don't mention it." I told them while still having my arms around them. Since when was their touch so addictive? It's like I didn't want them to leave my arms. "Do you.. want to talk about it?" was what I said next, not being sure of what's bound to happened next.

All they did was shake their head, I didn't push any further, knowing how I myself didn't appreciate others doing it. Minutes has passed and we lied down on the mattress, it was a cold night after all, that was why we lied down together. I decided to sleep next to them that night. Why? Even I have no idea. The feeling of not being there for them hurt a lot more than one could've imagined. They didn't seem to mind me sleeping next to them so.. I believe it's alright.. for now. As long as I get to be their safe spot in those dark times, I'm sure we'll be fine.

That night I promised to keep them safe, no matter if their problems were huge, or trivial. I refused to believe that I could be no longer next to them to spend similar moments like these. That was another reason why I wanted to keep on fighting. I wanted to help my mum, save those who are dear to me and to have this ability of seeing Y/N next to me, simply having them close around and safe.

I felt their arms sneek around my waist. I smiled under my nose and put my other hand around their frame in hesistation. That feeling was satisfying. And it was mutual, I felt them relax under my hand which resulted in me taking a deep breath and surprisingly finding myself also relaxing in their touch.

That night, was also the night they both finally got a good sleep while being on this journey for about a month now.

so yeah this is it, I hope this small piece brings some comfort to your lives, cus I know things can get tough.. to anyone who needs this: im proud of you and hope youll be doing better soon! i believe in you guys so much :D and thank you for your time!

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[sleepdeprivedsimp101]

Polnareff X Reader (One Shot)

Hi, I've been hella busy with my writing lol, I wrote this little bit when I was on the bus one time listing to these two songs, so enjoy.

Song inspiration:

-Childish Gambino - Me and Your Mama (Let Me Into Your Heart)

-Maneater -Nelly Furtado

Warnings: It's a little spicy.

Word count: 289 (Pretty small)

Polnareff and I were being chased by an enemy stand user and we had to hide. 

When we stumbled upon a building and saw that it was dark and there were boxes everywhere. The ones next to us had an opening with a blanket on top but the space looked really small. 

So out of reflex, you pushed Polnareff into the small space leaving you on top of him covering his mouth so he doesn't say anything. 

"Hey what the hell?" He muffled. 

The space was so small if you moved one bit we would have been dead. 

I really didn't want to be in this situation and with him of all people.

The enemy chased us here but didn't see us.

"You can run all you want but you can't hide, I WILL find you love birds."

Oh, he can suck my dick🖕

But you still couldn't move. With your small form over him, and his legs sitting up to keep them out of sight but restraining you from moving back. 

And one of your arms over his shoulder on the ground as the other covers his mouth. 

When you hear footsteps leave the building you both breathe in relief. 

You felt Polnareff gently remove your hand as he made eye contact with you. 

"Oh I’m sorry, we didn't really have a choice."

"Well madame, I'll just have to thank you for saving us. "

Finally realizing the position you were in you felt heat rise to your face and quickly moved back. 

"Yeah, it was nothing."

You say flustered out of embarrassment

After that event Polnareff had that moment stuck in his mind all day and how he so wished it lasted longer than it should have.

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[beneathashadytree]

hello love, I hope you’re doing well! I just want to let you know I am absolutely in love with your writing style. it’s always such a pleasure to read and I truly enjoy everything I read off your page. thank you for blessing us with your talents! your page is one of my favorites.

that being said, I have a request for a jotaro kujo x female reader. the storyline would be set during the events of part four, during morioh shenanigans.

jotaro has an old friend who had joined the crew during stardust crusaders (a rocker chick with an idgaf attitude). who absolutely hated jotaro (the way he disrespected women, the way he treated others, etc, etc) and joined the crusaders for the sole purpose of proving she was more of an asset than jotaro. during which they bickered nonstop, (literally the nastiest arguments, name calling, etc). only when it came to fighting dio they worked together to get it done and ended up putting their differences aside to become friends. clearly there’s romantic tension there, but despite a few friendly moments nothing comes of the feelings and they set off. ( they’re basically rivals turned friends, but she still likes to piss him off for fun).

years later she gets a call from jotaro asking for her help in morioh, which she very sarcastically accepts. upon her arrival their relationship is more of a sarcastic banter. (her sarcastic witty comments solely to annoy jotaro and him huffing and gruffing). but their feelings quickly return and there’s so much tension. like, awkward tension that neither of them can deny and the entire morioh gang can point it out. finally, they have a heart to heart - and very awkwardly open up to one another over a bottle of booze. they seal it with a kiss, and shenanigans ensue.

TEN YEARS - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : lots of curse words, misogyny from 17 year-old Jotaro, implications of death, I changed a couple of minor details in canon to fit this, this is not proofread at all, reader uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : fluff with some angst I think

Word count : 4.5K words (oops!)

Additional notes : Aaaaa thank you so so much for your sweet words! I’m so happy to hear that you enjoy my writing. I feel so flattered by your kindness! In all honesty, this request goes against my requesting rules🫣 The length required for such a heavily detailed, canon-non-compliant request means writing no less than 4K words (that’s after skimming over some points too😭), which is the typical length of a ficlet, not a oneshot (which ranges from 1K to 2.5K words). I’m sorry to say this but I have stopped taking requests for ficlets over a year ago🫠 I did feel terrible, however, not taking this request, since you’d been so sweet and nice about it. But please be sure to check out my rules and guidelines before requesting! I like to stick to them to prevent a burnout, and to make sure that I don’t end up taking too long writing one piece only. Nevertheless, I thank you very much for the unique idea. I really hope you like this! 💗💗

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“So you called me up, just to bring me to your hotel room?” She raised her eyebrow, before tossing her bag onto one of the two chairs by the window. “See, that wasn’t the sort of ‘help’ I had in mind when I’d accepted your invitation.”

Dr. Kujo—or as she knew him to be, Jotaro—could do nothing but roll his eyes. She’d always liked to make a flashy entrance, with more than a few choice words ready on the tip of her tongue.

“I don’t want to know what you’ve pictured.” He sighed, moving from where he stood by the mahogany desk. “Have you heard from Polnareff recently?”

“A little.” She shrugged, a little stiffly, as though the idea of thinking of their troupe back in Egypt wasn’t something she liked to entertain. Crossing her legs, she watched as he pulled something from his jacket. “Last I heard, he was looking for Dio’s arrows, but that’s about it.”

He handed her what looked like a photograph. Squinting her eyes a little, she tried to make out just what she was seeing. “Now, I’m sure seeing me all cross-eyed has you shaking in your boots with excitement, but—“

Jotaro only huffed, a small impatient noise that she’d barely heard. At that, she quirked her eyebrow. That was rather odd. She’d come to get used to his snarky, biting remarks that left no one unscathed—least of all a woman.

“Gone soft, have you? I’d thought you’d have my ass the very second I opened my mouth,” she grinned wickedly, as Jotaro glanced away for a second.

Good. She’d always liked it when he was too flustered to say anything.

Her happiness didn’t last long though. Clearing his throat, his gaze didn’t meet hers and instead focused on the photograph in her hand. “‘s not like you were short in comebacks for everything.”

To her admittance, she felt a spark of irritation. “Well, don’t expect me to sit back and take it. If you had a stick lodged up your ass, that wasn’t any of my business.”

“I’m not here to fight over stuff that happened ten years ago,” he firmly said, before his shoulders relaxed and his voice grew a little quieter, though he remained expressionless. “I was under the impression that we’d… gotten along decently near the end.”

“If you’re trying to say we were friends by the time we faced off Dio, then alright, I’d say we might have been, by a very loose definition of the word.”

A very, very loose definition, given how they’d started out and how they’d ended up.

***

Her family had always been a quaint one, especially by the modern Japanese standards. Rock music had come in a wave that hit her father, and his passion for the genre had infected her, to the extent that it manifested in her stand, Flick of the Wrist, which was her special Rickenbacker bass that could deal serious damage to her opponents eardrums by strumming at too low a frequency.

She’d often gotten stared at by others her age, especially during high school, when she’d hit the arcades on the weekend in her clothes that always garnered attention. Perhaps they’d feared anything that was different—though that fear mixed with respect whenever they stared at Jotaro, who was just as odd by their standards.

Loathe she was to admit just how petty she had been, she truly did despise Jotaro from the very first moment she’d met him during orientation day. She’d never gone out of her way to speak to someone who constantly looked like they had a ten foot pole lodged up their ass, but she’d observed the way he’d interacted with the other students—or rather, the way he hadn’t interacted with them.

His brisk and cold demeanor wasn’t just off-putting, but it also at times turned extremely disrespectful. Overhearing him yelling insults at the girls who fawned over him every morning was what solidified that image of him in her head, and she wasn’t too keen on changing her mind: Jotaro Kujo was a misogynistic asshole, who’d die alone. It was entirely his fault that when he’d injured both her and that new kid Kakyoin, she’d retaliated and flipped him off, before threatening to leave his ears bleeding and useless. Definitely not her personal dislike for him at play.

Though she’d been an intruder in his home at the time, the dire situation she’d found him in had only garnered him a bit of sympathy from her—and not for himself, but for his poor mother who’d had nothing to do with the whole affair with that Dio person.

When she’d suggested to his grandfather, Joseph that she join in on their travels as an additional stand user to their arsenal, Jotaro’s glower had been murderous. “A bitch like her would get us all killed the moment we step out of Japan,” he’d said, with no more than a glance at her as he turned away. But before he could leave amidst Avdol’s horrified protests, she’d called him a “miserable, pathetic bitch-boy”; something he hadn’t taken kindly to, if him rolling up his sleeves was anything to go by.

Kakyoin had interrupted them before things could escalate into a fist fight they were both more than willing to participate in, but as they’d went on their journey, it seemed more than apparent that both she and Jotaro could never be civil towards each other. Jotaro, with all his pretense of maturity and cool-headedness, often opposed her ideas for no good reason, just wanting to prove how much of an idiot she was to their companions. With the way she wanted to show the others just how superior she was as a fighter, and how she was no sniveling kid that needed rescuing, she always butted heads with him the moment he opened his mouth to speak.

Neither of them seemed to care about holding themselves back from cussing each other out, the vilest insults being spat back and forth. She’d never been one to sit back and take disrespect, but to the others, seeing Jotaro so riled up was something rather surprising. Avdol, ever the pacifist, had a hard time choosing between scolding them both and just sighing in defeat as he watched from the sidelines.

In a surprising turn of events, it was Joseph who’d given them a wake up call. “This pettiness will only end up as a weakness that Dio will definitely exploit.” He’d sounded uncharacteristically stern, his usual grin replaced by a deep-set scowl. “Neither of you will be getting anything done at this rate. If you can’t even pretend to like each other, at the very least put in some effort to work together.”

And so, biting the insides of their cheeks and not-so-subtly exchanging looks of disdain, they’d begun the irksome process of biting back their tongues in the presence of each other. With their respective stands, she could momentarily cause enough panic and auditory pain to distract the enemy while Jotaro beat them to a bloody pulp. The key to doing that was fast reflexes, which both of them thankfully had in abandon. With their brains, it didn’t take very long for them to figure out this strategy.

As much as she thought of him a brute, there was little she could complain about concerning him when it came to fighting. Jotaro had proven time and time again that his brash fighting styles weren’t entirely irrational, and the delicate accuracy of her Flick of the Wrist meshed well with Star Platinum’s sheer power. Perhaps it was the satisfaction of seeing their efforts come to fruition with stand users at their feet, or maybe it was the fact that they were both more inclined to listen to each other’s advice when they were putting their lives on the line, but soon enough they weren’t constantly bickering like cats and dogs did.

Instead, there came a mutual understanding; a sense of peace whenever they could glance at each other and nod, before setting off according to plan. She had found herself offering to switch patrol with him when he looked a little worse for wear, and retrieved his beloved hat whenever it got blasted off mid-fight, watching as he’d used it to hide his flush. Though still a little tactless with his words, Jotaro had draped his jacket over her shivering form many a time at night, and had silently bandaged her ripped wounds when she could no longer hide her hisses of pain.

By the time they’d turned up at Dio’s mansion, she’d known that she could no longer say she hated him. It had been a long time since she’d felt anything worse than brief annoyance towards him, and instead she’d found herself wishing she could just take a break from it all and sit with him in peace. They could talk about whatever they think of without any restraints, or they could relish in the silence that envelopes them, just comforted by each other’s existence in the same bubble.

It had sparked something akin to fondness; something she couldn’t dare think of deciphering; something that had warmth pooling in her belly every time she looked at him as he bravely stood his ground, unrelenting (and then she would be hit, once again, with the reminder that they were both just 17 year-olds at the end of the day, and tossed in a world they don’t quite belong in).

In front of the intimidating mansion that would spell out their future, she’d known that things would change forever, regardless of what would happen as soon as they’d stepped across the threshold. And so she’d turned, facing those piercing sea-green eyes that were lit with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“You know what, Jotaro?” she’d breathed in, clenching her hands into fists as a small smirk made its way onto her face, “I think I’m starting to find you pretty tolerable.”

He’d raised his eyebrow at that, his lips quirking upwards in a small, barely perceptible smile. “That’s news to me.” His tone was light, but she knew that he knew that she was underplaying how she truly felt. He just went along with it, his arm brushing hers. “Well, I don’t think I find you that annoying.”

“Ah, fuck, guess I’m losing my touch.”

“Good grief…”

And then they’d taken the steps forward that could never be undone. No matter how much they’d wish it, no matter how many nightmares it would bring, and no matter how often they tortured themselves with thoughts of the ones they’d left behind, souls drifting in between, they could never turn back time.

From then on, they’d barely spared each other a second glance on the way back. The wounds were too fresh, and the scars unhealing. Perhaps that was the disadvantage of having understood each other that well; they’d known it was unlikely that either of them would be able to face the other without feeling overexposed. So that was how they’d separated in Japan, hearts aching but faces never betraying how they’d felt at the moment. The radio silence that came afterwards was equal parts unnerving and a blessing.

***

So then why did sitting there in the Grand Morioh Hotel room feel like a death sentence?

She could see with her own two eyes how much Jotaro had changed, inside out. The beautiful eyes she’d remembered as being challenging were wisened and even somewhat exhausted, and his figure was a lot slimmer than she recalled it being. His outfits might’ve been brighter, but he seemed all the more duller in them. It was a bit of a reality check; ten years truly had passed.

Perhaps the bitterness she’d felt seconds ago was due to how they’d left things. She felt as though there was much unsaid, and wasn’t sure if it was only on her end.

Still, it wasn’t fair on him. How she felt, at the very least, was her own responsibility and not his. It wasn’t his fault she’d been too cowardly to speak up at the time. But still, would she call them friends?

It didn’t matter at the moment. She cleared her throat. “Anyways, what’s the deal with Dio’s arrows?”

“A couple of them went awry on the town’s residents. Many have had stand awakenings, and not all with the best intentions.” Jotaro paused, before pointing at the blurry photograph in her hand. “It’s not very clear, but this man is one we’re hunting down at the moment. He’s a stand user, and we’ve had our suspicions that he’s actually a serial killer underneath all that shitty fancy fabric.”

“You’re one to talk about fancy fabric, Mr. I-wear-10K-yen-pants-in-the-desert,” she mumbled under her breath, before leaning in and trying to take a better look. The picture was taken from the back and mid-action, so she could barely make out what he looked like with his head turned to the side. His most distinguishing feature was the striking salt and pepper hair that wasn’t exactly common in the way it looked so obviously dyed. “Okay, he seems pretty conspicuous, so why haven’t you been able to catch him?”

“Lack of evidence.” He took the photograph back, before briefly removing his hat and ruffling back his curls, a troubled look flashing in his eyes as he set the hat down again. “That, and the fact that the situation is pretty… complicated.”

Somehow, she understood the hidden meaning lingering beneath his words. “Too many lives at stake?”

Jotaro hummed in confirmation, picking up a white bag from the vanity beside her and shouldering it. “Come, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Though she briefly hesitated, she nodded and went along with him.

***

She didn’t know what she’d expected, but it certainly wasn’t a teenage boy with features nearly identical to Jotaro’s—uncannily so. She’d have called them father and son, if he hadn’t looked a little too old for that.

“That’s my, uh, uncle I guess, Josuke.”

A confused look made its way on her face as she looked back and forth between Jotaro and the boy. “Huh? Don’t you mean the other way around?”

He looked exhausted as he shook his head, “Apparently, Joseph’s his father, so that makes him my uncle despite being 16.”

She blinked, a hand on her hips as she leaned back. “I don’t know what family dynamic this is, and I’m not sure I want to find out.”

“I didn’t know you knew pretty babes, Jotaro. Were you keeping her a secret from us?” the boy interrupted, a cheeky grin on his face, clearly trying to appear charming (which was a little hard to achieve, given that his pompadour haircut was more than a couple of decades out of style).

Smirking, she spared the exasperated-looking marine biologist a glance, before looking back at Josuke. “Just one babe, not plural. I’m probably the only chick Jotaro’s ever interacted with.”

Josuke looked confused. “What? I’m pretty sure he was married at some point.”

She looked momentarily horrified, eyes wide as saucers. “Married?!”

The teenager awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, and he’s got a 7 year-old daughter. Her name’s Jolyne—“

“Daughter?!” She whipped her head to Jotaro, disbelief written all over her face, “Are you fucking with me? Were you not planning on mentioning any of this?”

“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled through it, “I was married. Past tense. We got divorced a few years after having Jolyne. She’s currently with her mother in Florida.”

“Florida…” she weakly repeated, struck with the realization that she truly knew nothing about the Jotaro in front of her. Though now, things made a little more sense than they did before. The reason why he’d mellowed out must’ve owed to the fact that he’d fallen in love and had a daughter over the years. Both had softened his sharp edges, it seemed, but it certainly caused a pang in her chest as she wondered if he’d ever even felt the same about her back then; after all, it seemed odd that he’d get over her that fast, if she’d done the math correctly and calculated the timeline right.

All she could do was nod, before turning back to Josuke. “Seeing as you’re the old man’s son, you’re probably a stand user, right?”

He looked a little surprised. “You know about them? Do you have one too?”

With a quick swish of her arm, she pulled out Flick of the Wrist that had been slung around her back. “If I strum this bad boy, you’ll be bleeding out from your ears before you can say “damn bitch”—which I assure you, your dearest nephew has called me multiple times.”

“That was then…” Jotaro gruffly said, before shaking his head, as if to say that he wasn’t even going to bother explaining himself. “Anyways, about our suspect…”

***

It quickly became an almost-daily thing; she and Jotaro would leave the hotel (where he’d actually booked her a room, a fact that had both surprised her and made her a little happier than she’d care to admit), meet up with Josuke and a couple of his friends that often tagged along, and discuss their strategy. They’d need to rely on Rohan, something Josuke was more than a little miffed by.

Okuyasu and Koichi were nice enough kids, but they didn’t seem to worry their heads too much. They trusted in the combined stand power of the three of them, which was equal parts heartwarming and naïve.

And Jotaro was… well, Jotaro. He was always that odd mix of enigmatic and straightforward; of unnerving and comforting; of frustrating and amusing. She’d catch him watching the Morioh teens with a half-smile that, a decade ago, he would’ve normally never let show on his face, and she’d grin back at him. “Getting all mushy on me, Dr. Kujo?” she’d say every time, only for him to tell her to shut up without a single ounce of malice.

She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t fear for him. Jotaro’s Star Platinum’s power was almost absolute, especially once The World was activated, but she still feared that it would catch up to him someday. Karmic retribution was very much real, but did it work on people who did seemingly-horrible stuff for the greater good?

“What’s wrong?”

Speak (or in this case, think) of the devil and he appears. Facing him as they stood in Josuke’s front lawn, she allowed herself to express her weariness. “Just thinking a little. Any news from the pissy mangaka?”

“Rohan’s gonna confront the kid. Something’s wrong with that family, but we don’t know what.” Jotaro looked more exhausted than she’d ever seen him, and that was saying something. With bags under his eyes and his curls ruffled beneath his hat, he looked like he was carrying the burdens of the whole world.

She gave him a pointed look. “Really? You’re talking about odd families?”

He glared at her, but she saw no actual anger behind it. His gaze returned to Okuyasu, who was currently being held in a headlock after getting caught cheating on Josuke in a particularly enthusiastic game of cards. “Anyways, we don’t want to potentially endanger someone innocent. His family’s probably unaware, but the kid probably knows something.”

“I hate hearing about kids who’ve been burdened with the knowledge of something bigger than them,” she mumbled under her breath, a little darkness underlying in her expression. When Jotaro turned back to her, he stared at her for a couple of seconds, trying to figure something out.

“You mean like us back then.” He wasn’t asking, he simply stated it. Meeting his eyes was a lot more difficult this time, but she did all the same. Something heavy lingered in them, and she felt herself compelled to lean in closer. Jotaro simply let her, his own eyes darkening. There was something she had to see, but she didn’t know what—all she knew was that getting a closer look at him was something she desperately needed.

“You’d always been braver than you should’ve been,” she murmured, her eyes flickering to his full lips for a moment. Jotaro himself had dipped his head a little closer to hers, before—

“Hey lovebirds, quit it with the PDA! We need you here as refs!” Josuke’s yell came from behind them, causing them to snap backwards and hurriedly shift back to their places. Whatever that was—and she was sure that she hadn’t imagined it this time—could wait.

***

Rohan had set the date. Tomorrow they’d be putting the plan in motion, because waiting any longer only meant that they’d be risking the lives of every resident of Morioh for another day. As a form of celebration, as soon as they’d gotten back to the hotel, she’d suggested they lounge in Jotaro’s room with a couple of beers. He hadn’t protested, but he hadn’t seemed particularly enthusiastic. Maybe he still remembered how she was when she was drunk; shitfaced after guzzling just one beer can.

When she made it inside, she was a little surprised to find that the lights had been dimmed, casting warm shadows across the walls. Instead of the hotel beer cans that she’d expected to find, she found a bottle of wine and two glasses set on the small table by the window.

“Splurging all that scientist money, I see.” She raised her eyebrow, taking a seat and exhaling in relaxation as she did.

Jotaro poured the wine into their glasses, but certainly not without correcting her. “Marine biologist.”

“Doesn’t matter as long as you’re loaded,” she chuckled, only waiting for him to sit in front of her before taking a sip. “This is good. Looks a little odd though.”

“Zinfandel rose wine. There’s a hint of strawberry in that.” He took a sip, a satisfied hum escaping the back of his throat as he did, and she struggled to look away from his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Thought it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy our last night.”

“Already putting me to the grave? You’ll have to work harder to get rid of me.” A flustered sound so uncharacteristic to him left his lips, and it seemed that it took him a couple of seconds to realize that she was only teasing him. “Don’t worry, I know you meant our last night in Morioh. Hopefully.”

They lapsed into silence, contemplative looks on each of their faces. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the other was thinking of.

“They do remind me of us.” Jotaro’s voice was a lot gruffer when he said that. Perhaps it was just him trying to put up a tough front as he always had.

“Yeah, with significantly less clinically insane vampires, though,” she snorted, swirling the remains of the pink alcohol in her glass.

“Glad we both got rid of the last of those.” Jotaro sounded amused as he reached out to refill their glasses. “Not really sure if it was worth teaming up with you for a whole damn month.”

“Ha!” she chortled, downing half the glass in one gulp before setting it down with a challenging look in her eyes. “You definitely liked me back then.”

He went quiet for a moment, before softly speaking up again. “I did.”

Freezing in place, she gaped at him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I had feelings for you back then,” he slowly said, brilliant bright eyes meeting hers and pinning her in place.

Her shoulders drooped and her fingers fell from the wine glass. “Well then why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Jotaro almost looked incredulous as he asked, “Was there ever a time for that?” She looked away as he set down his glass too. “We were on a bit of fucking tight schedule.”

“Fine, that’s understandable, but what about after we got to Japan?”

Now it was his turn to look sheepish. “I thought you’d never want to talk to me again. Partially because you hadn’t forgiven me for how I used to be at the start, and partially because you wanted to forget all about the trip.”

“But not about you,” she swallowed thickly, the emotions she’d repressed all these years swelling inside her and threatening to burst, “Because I liked you too, you fucking Neanderthal,” she choked out a laugh, as Jotaro looked nothing short of stunned. “I was too busy wondering why the fuck I wanted to kiss you senseless back then when we were finally getting along well.”

“How was I supposed to know that…” he mumbled weakly, before emptying the glass in one shot. He somehow looked tired and yet also more relaxed than she’d ever seen him, and the fact caused the same swell of affection to bubble in her chest, the warmth spreading to her limbs.

“I thought I was being a little obvious.”

Jotaro shook his head. “If you were, I wouldn’t have thought I had to marry my college friend to get over you, would I?”

So that explained the sudden marriage. It made far more sense (and honestly hurt way less) than believing she’d meant nothing more to him than an ally; someone he’d forgotten overnight. Because only the heavens knew just how impossible he’d made it to forget him—every snarky remark, every witty comeback, every gentle touch, and every ounce of faith in her had made her think of him every night she’d spent on her own, willing the clock to turn back its hands. Eventually, her wistfulness had morphed into a bitter feeling sinking in her chest, and she could no longer afford thinking of him so fondly; not when she still wasn’t over him while he’d disappeared off the face of the earth.

But now? Now Jotaro’s wine-stained lips were inviting in the warm dim lighting of the room. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed him taking off his hat and setting it down, ebony curls falling forward and painting him as the picture of enticement. Maybe back when they’d first met she’d disliked him too much to pay it any mind, but Jotaro really had the looks that made her breath catch in her throat. And now that she knew just how tender his sea-green eyes could get when looking at someone, she found him particularly enchanting.

Before she’d even noticed it, she was leaning in across the small table. “If I kissed you now, would I be making my feelings obvious enough?”

If the small smile on his face wasn’t a clear enough invitation, then his hand pushing his drained wine glass out of the way was more than enough of a confirmation.

Resting her weight against the small table, she leaned in so close she could clearly see his thick eyelashes, and he closed the remaining distance between them as her eyes fluttered shut. The first thought in her mind was, ‘Holy fuck, does he taste sweet.’ She didn’t know if it was the wine on his lips, or if he was just a naturally brilliant kisser, but she knew she’d be damned if she ever forgot how kissing him felt. Teasingly, she nipped at his full lower lip, reveling in the deep sound of pleasure that escaped him, and in the way his hand snuck to the back of her neck to pull her in for a deeper kiss.

Much to their mutual disappointment, they soon had to part for air. Breathing heavily, they must’ve both looked positively hypnotized, if she went by the way they were both staring at each other.

“Think you might want to do that again,” he mumbled against her warm skin, thumbing her lips in a daring move she’d never have expected from him.

“What?” she breathily asked, more dazed by the mindblowing kiss than she’d like to admit.

“To make your feelings obvious. Kiss me again.”

And with her trembling hands and eager mouth, she was more than happy to oblige. After all, there was 10 years-worth of waiting to put into motion.

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[haisayonaraa]

JoJo's bizarre adventure? more like JoJo's Little adventure!

JJBA normalized agere AU!

The adventures they have are either littles and cgs alike playing pretend or theres a big trip to have a playdate with a new friend!

the villains are redeemed via agere or by helping babysit littles/being a cg

the littles make new friends along the way! littles and cgs alike!

for example: Stardust Crusaders is an entire family vacation, including Holly, with some friends, Avdol, Polnareff, Kakyoin, and Iggy, to Egypt and they bring their littles to have a big playdate at lil Dio's mansion

dis story I wrote kinda has to do with that! :3 I really really love this idea! I'm trying to think of a story for part two with this concept now, but I guess it'll have to wait for a bit TwT

#jjba agere

[beaglesbites]

YES im thinking about avpol again

avpol post stardust crusaders oneshot where avdol just loses his hands instead of yanno,, dying and he gets prosthetics courtesy of the speedwagon foundation

AVDOL AND POLNAREFF WANT TO HOLD HANDS BUT AVDOL CANT FEEL THE HAND HOLDING BECAUSE BOTH HIS HANDS ARE PROSTHETICS 

so polnareff and avdol manifest their stands in their arms and hold hands so that avdol can feel the handholding the end 

#stardust crusaders #avpol #jjba polnareff #muhammad avdol #polnareff #avdol #avdol x polnareff #they are so gay #my scrimblos #like have you even watched part 3 #i WILL write this just give me some time #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #and everyone clapped #fuck my alevels honestly i just wanna write fanfiction