#polnareff fluff

It started off small. The ancient espresso machine had sputtered and died mid-brew, scalding coffee spraying across the tiled kitchen floor. You’d cursed under your breath, mopped it up, then tripped over the same loose tile you’d been meaning to fix for weeks. Which caused the bucket of soapy water to fly and make the kitchen a damn slip-and-slide. Your favorite mug—the one Polnareff had painted with little silver hearts on that fateful date he arranged when he could tell you were about to break yourself—shattered against the counter with a crash that reverberated through your ears while your heart was thudding against your chest as if it would break free.

And then something inside you just… snapped.

“God damn it!” The words tore out of you like a snarl. You grabbed the broken handle and hurled it across the room, where it bounced off the wall with a pathetic clink. “Why does everything in this stupid house have to fall apart? Why can’t I just have a relaxing day, dammit!"

Your voice echoed off the high ceilings as you sank to the ground in a mess of heavy breathing and sniffles. Eyes darting toward the bucket from before, kicked over and lying pathetic on its side. Tears burned hot behind your eyes, but you shoved them down with another string of curses under your breath as you buried your face in your hands from the sheer stress this day caused you. You were shaking at the thought that... the anger felt good for a second—sharp and unwinding—until reality hit you like a crashing wave.

He’s going to walk in any minute, you thought. And he’s going to see this. See me. The thought made your stomach twist. Polnareff was sunshine, chivalry, and ridiculousness rolled into one beautifully perfect man. He left little notes in the garden for you to see and sang off-key opera while he cooked just to hear you giggle under your breath. But you were… this. Moody. Aggressive. A storm cloud that seemed to ruin everything they touched. Simple as that.

You’d tried so hard to be softer for him. You really had. But some days the world just pressed too hard, and the only way you knew how to push back was with your sharp tongue.

The front door creaked open. Footsteps—light, familiar, the soft click of his boots on tile—paused in the doorway.

“Chérie?”

His voice was gentle, the way it always was when he sensed thunder. You didn’t look up. Couldn’t. The shame sat heavy in your throat.

Polnareff crossed the kitchen without a word about the mess. He lowered himself to the floor beside you, long legs crouching in front of you gracefully despite the cramped space between the cabinets. One warm hand settled between your shoulder blades, rubbing slow circles like he was coaxing a frightened cat out from under the bed.

You waited for the sigh. The careful distance. The moment he realized you were more trouble than you were worth. Ready for the moment he'd sigh deeply in disappointment like everyone else did.

Instead, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Bad day, hm?”

A broken sound escaped you—half laugh, half sob. He really was too sweet of a man for you. Hell, too good of a man for this world. “I broke the mug. The one you painted.”

“I see that...” His thumb traced the line of your spine with a quizzical face until he tilted his head lower just to see your face, smiling softly as he replied. “We can always make another. I still have the paints.”

You lifted your head just enough to glare at him through wet lashes. "I'm a mess. Like a child. And you’re just… sitting here like it’s nothing.”

Polnareff’s eyes softened at those words of self-deprecation. His sharp facial features in this moment made it impossible to believe there was a charming and caring man underneath it all. “It’s not nothing,” he said quietly. “It’s you. And I love every part of you, even the hard days. Really... I admire how strong you are. Despite everything life throws at you. Cause even after episodes, you stand up and continue.” You swore his smile brightened just admiring you.

You wiped your face with the heel of your hand, angry at the tears now. “You shouldn’t have to. I’m not… I’m not sweet like you, Jean. I get like this and I can’t stop it. I feel like I’m scaring you off every time. Like one day you’ll wake up and realize you could have someone who doesn’t turn into a hurricane over a stupid coffee machine.”

He was quiet for a long moment, just rubbing your back. Then he shifted, pulling you sideways into his lap with the same effortless strength he’d used to swing a sword through legions of enemies. You went without protest, curling into the solid warmth of his chest. He smelled like sun-warmed linen and the rosemary from the garden.

“Listen to me,” he murmured against your hair. “I have faced many dangerous Stand users time and time again. A little thunder does not frighten me.” His hand slid soothingly up and down your arm as he shifted to sit criss-cross in front of you. “You think your moods are too much? Mon ange, you have no idea how amazing you are when you’re fighting the world. Fierce. Alive. You burn so bright it makes my heart race!” He beamed a but but immediately returned his attention to you.

You huffed a pathetic laugh as you leaned forward, burying your face into his shirt. “You’re ridiculous.” You murmured into his chest as you relished the scent of comforting linens that seemed to radiate off of him.

“I'm usually always ridiculous. But right now...” He tilted your chin up with his knuckle, coaxing you to meet his eyes full of compassion. “I'm being as honest as the day is long to you, mon cherie. I do not want your version of some 'perfect, quiet partner who smiles through every inconvenience.' I want you. You are more than perfect for me." His smile softened slightly as he continued. "With all the emotion that you have? It makes you so much more compassionate and empathetic. You have the biggest heart under all that armor!” To add some playful emphasis, he poked your chest with his index finger, which made a slight chuckle come from you, which, in his eyes, was a success.

You then settled back with that weary look on your face, sighing softly. “I just… I hate that I make you deal with it. You’re so good to me. You deserve someone who—”

“Oh, hush.” His voice was playful yet sincere, with a velvet-soft tone. “If anything, I don't deserve you! Someone so kind as to deal with my jokes and silliness—I really applaud you." He noticed the slight glimmer in your eyes but decided to tone it down and be serious to make his point clear and reassure you.

"But, truly, I love you. Exactly as you are. And when the storm comes again, I will be right here with an umbrella and a broom and all the cuddles you can stand. We will talk it out, like this. Unless you want some alone time because some days you like that too.” You cleared your throat, the sound echoing softly in the stillness, and nodded, a delicate smile playing at the corners of your lips. In that moment, to him, you embodied perfection itself. It was a silent affirmation, a reassuring sign that he had succeeded in his mission and had not fallen short of helping you feel your best, despite how the day treated you.

He gently wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb and looked into your eyes. “Please...share what happened today. I want to know the truth.”

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, feeling the heaviness of everything weighing on your mind, and then it all came pouring out in a sudden rush. You spoke about those long, sleepless nights that seemed to stretch endlessly, with each tick of the clock echoing the solitude of your room. What once felt like a serene escape in the countryside now felt almost stifling, amplifying the chaos in your mind. You opened up about how your emotions surged like fierce waves, pulling you under and making it difficult to find your balance.

Polnareff listened intently, his warm, supportive gaze encouraging you to share without fear of judgment. He nodded softly, his quiet affirmations surrounding you like a comforting blanket. As you poured out your heart, a deep sense of relief washed over you, and he leaned in closer, gently pressing his forehead against yours. This tender gesture forged a powerful connection between you, filling the space with a profound intimacy. In that moment, you felt reassured that you weren’t alone in your struggles. It was a beautiful reminder that sharing our burdens can lead to unexpected connections and pave the way for healing.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to know how proud I am of you. Truly... so incredibly proud.”

The knot in your chest finally unraveled. You melted against him, your arms looping around his neck. “I love you,” you mumbled. “I just.. can't believe you still love me even if I am a walking disaster.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Even more so then. And, for the record, I love you more than tiramisu, more than sunsets over the vineyards, more than my own fabulous hair.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Now. Shall we clean this up together? Or shall we leave it for tomorrow and go watch the stars from the balcony while I feed you gelato straight from the tub?”

You smiled despite yourself. “Gelato first, then cleaning, with music—my own personal opera singer,” you cooed playfully, giggling.

“Deal.” Polnareff stood, lifting you with him as if you weighed nothing. He carried you toward the door, stepping carefully over the shattered mug. “And tomorrow we fix that tile. Together. No more tripping over it and cursing the universe.”

Outside, the sky had deepened to indigo, fireflies sparkling above the lavender beds you planted together just to make this house feel like a home. Polnareff set you on the balcony railing, fetched the gelato and two spoons, and wrapped you in a blanket that smelled like him. He settled beside you, shoulder to shoulder, and let you lean your head against him while the first stars appeared.

“You know,” he said after a while, voice low and warm, “in France we have a saying: *Après la pluie, le beau temps.* After the rain, good weather.” He kissed your temple. “Your storms don’t scare me away, chérie. They only make the sunshine sweeter when it returns.”

You turned to him, feeling the warmth of the moment wrap around you like a soft blanket, and kissed him deeply—slow and tender, full of gratitude and the lingering sweetness of strawberry gelato. The flavors mingled between your lips, a delightful reminder of the joy that had led you to this moment. "You sap…" you teased softly, smiling as you pulled back. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of affection and relief, reflecting the same emotions that danced within you.

He chuckled softly, the sound rich with amusement, as if her statement were delightfully naïve. With a relaxed posture, he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in a casual yet confident manner. The warm light in the room danced in his eyes as he gazed at her, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know, we've been together for quite a while now,” he began, his voice steady and warm. “I really thought that by this point, you’d have figured out that this is just who I am—unapologetically me.” There was an undeniable warmth in his tone, a mixture of affection and a touch of teasing, as always.

"My bad, my bad. I should've known." You replied with a playful laugh, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you joined in on the lighthearted banter. It felt good to share a moment of laughter, the friendly teasing adding to the warmth the beautiful, starry night had to offer you both.

As the gentle Italian night wrapped around you like a soft embrace, the stars twinkled high above in a velvet sky. With his arms securely holding you close, you could feel the warmth of his body contrasting with the cool evening air. The serene countryside lay beneath you, a patchwork of shadowy hills and whispering trees, breathing in a rhythmic, soothing way that echoed the calm of the moment. In that enchanting stillness, you felt a profound trust wash over you, and you believed him completely.

joseph is a bit more hands on than jotaro and tends to be a bit more teasing than the others but that doesn’t mean he can’t be serious when the situation calls for it. his usual teasing nature is out on the back burner when he hears of the news or sees the noticeable shift in you demeanor and body language. gently he offers a shoulder for you to lay on if ever you needed it.

not trying to overstep especially at such a time. he’d also spoil you some—a lot more noticeable to the others than with the former. making sure you’re well fed, you don’t have too much on your shoulders, and he refuses to let you fight claiming you’ve got a lot on your mind so let him handle it. you also don’t really have a choice even if you insist.

if you with old joseph, he treats you more like a daughter to him. but if you’re with young joseph—i mean you’d be treated as a friend regardless but it’s more prominent here due to the two of you most likely being around the same age. either way he’s still understanding especially having dealt with loss himself.

kakyoin feels more a bit more timid in his approach to comfort, but not too much. of course he’s not going to smother you with affections but he’s also not going to leave you feeling cold and alone. he’ll hug you when he feels the situation calls for it but most times he’ll just stay by your side in hopes that his presence comforts you in someway. and if he notices it does even just a bit, he’s more than happy.

he might also do tasks for you if he feels you need rest or a break of some kind but not to an excessive amount. he focuses a lot more on being there for you because he feels like that’s what you need most in this situation. never straying too far or always making sure you’re within at most a foot of a distance from him.

polnareff is a nice balance. yes, while sometimes i think he can be overbearing he means well. making sure you’re never left to your lonesome but giving you privacy when the moment calls for it. while also hugging you when he feels you need it most and maybe even occasionally giving you a quick forehead kiss.

he tries to take your mind off it in order to cheer you up and make you feel a bit better, but never to the point where you’d forget. and due to his perceptive nature he knows when too much is literally too much and lessens his actions for your comfort.

“My feet are killing me.” You whined in the most annoying and pathetic sound you could muster. One that had Kakyoin grimacing and Jotaro giving a low muttered good grief--the exact reactions you had been trying to pull from them. “Can we please find somewhere to sit?” 

“Just sit down on the curb,” Kakyoin suggested in that calm voice of his that you only huffed at. 

“In the dirt! No way.” You continued, giving another pathetic whine at the end of your words. You rose your left foot, hooking it around your ankle to try and give it a rest. This only made the near-biting pain radiating in your right foot increase, but the relief you felt in your left made it worth it for the time being. “Why can’t we find somewhere to sit? It’s so hot out here and humid and it’s making me sweat and--”

“Because we need to wait for the others to get back and this is where we all agreed to meet up.” Jotaro snapped, making you narrow your eyes at him. “We’ll find a damn chair later, so either sit down on the damn curb or shut the hell up.” He finished, pulling his hat further down his face. 

“Always so mean.” You huffed, placing your foot back to the floor and hooking your right foot around your left ankle. Your body wobbled a bit, but with a small extension of Kakyoin’s arm, you were able to use him to keep balance. “Where is Polnareff? He wouldn’t be this mean to me about finding a chair.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Kakyoin said in way of comfort. He offered you a thin smile as well that did nothing to lift your mood. “Unless he’s lost his way again.” You gave him a wildly panicked look. 

“You’re trying to jinx him!” 

“Jinx--no. Just stating the obvious.” Kakyoin playfully teased. You huffed, pushing him away from you as you stood on your own, a chuckle spilling from his lips. 

“Maybe he fell into the shitter.” Jotaro’s grumbling voice spoke again, only making Kakyoin’s stifled chuckle grow. 

“You two are assholes.” You gruffed, clenching your fists at your side.

What if he had fallen into a toilet? 

You felt your heart clench as you made to march off in search of your best friend when he popped around the corner, a bright smile on his lips and arms spread out to the side. 

“Ta-da! Miss me?” Polnareff’s gray eyes found you in seconds, the corners of them crinkling as his smile continued to grow.

“Obviously.” Your own smile came to your lips as he moved into your orbit. His eyes shined at your confirmation of his question. “You left me here with these grumpy guses.” You hooked a thumb in the direction of your other friends.

“...I don’t think I’m a grumpy gus.” Kakyoin murmured from somewhere behind you, almost sounding offended.

“Forgive me, mon ange. I should have taken you with me.” You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a mocking, displeased huff. 

“Damn straight you should have taken me with you. Better than standing here in the blazing heat with no chair in sight.” At the reminder of your aching feet, you gave a dramatic pout that only pissed Jotaro off further. 

“Did you get them?” Jotaro grumbled, changing the topic quickly. Polnareff nodded to the most grumpiest of the guses way, pulling out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. They were tossed Jotaro’s way, the teen catching it without any trouble as usual before those soft, gray eyes were back onto you. 

“Come. We’ll sit together. I got you a little something too.” Polnareff spoke as he lowered himself down onto the dusty ground, criss-crossing his legs together. He gave his thick thigh a pat before reaching up to take your hand. You were quick to accept it, allowing him to guide you down into his lap. 

You gave a sigh of relief that you used your diaphragm to make spill out louder then it needed to be from your mouth just to further grate on Jotaro’s nerves. He stared daggers your way as he placed a cigarette between his lips.  

“There is no way your feet hurt that much.” Kakyoin voiced, that bit of amusement at your antics clear in his voice.

“Oh, it felt like I was standing on a street full of needles. Ouch.” You gave a played-up wince.

Polnareff’s chuckle shook through your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. One of his strong arms snaked around your waist to hold you securely against him, while the other came to sit before your eyes in a closed fist. 

“To make you feel better.” And he opened his fingers to reveal a tiny wooden black cat. “In France, if you treat them with the utmost care, it is believed they will bring you good luck.” You gently ran a finger over the head of the wooden critter. “Of course, this isn’t a true cat but I believe it will do the same for you.” You turned your gaze slightly to look at Polnareff’s face from out of the corner of your eye.

“Thank you. I will treat him oh so well.” Craning your head back a bit, you placed a sweet but fleeting kiss to his warm cheek. As you looked away, you saw his face flush a deep red, full lips parting at such affection from you. 

God you absolutely loved making that blush form over his skin.

“I will name him…” You started, taking the cat from Polnareff’s hand, turning it this way and that. “Charm. Because he is a good luck charm.”

“Very original,” Jotaro commented in that deadpanned, yet all too sassy, way of his. 

“I think it’s…charming.” Polnareff joked on a badly stifled laugh that came out in pffting spurts. You couldn’t help but laugh alongside him at his joke or at the way Jotaro closed his eyes on a deep exhale of smoke and annoyance.  

“See? This is why you are my best friend. You get it.” You had just finished your sentence when you felt Polnareff nuzzling his cheek against the side of your head. 

It was your turn to feel like your skin was on fire then. Your turn to feel those butterflies you were hardly concealing flutter violently within your stomach.

￫ Like I mentioned earlier, he’s really patient with you even when it comes to sex. So if you want to fuck, you’re going to have to signal him in some way.

￫ The minute he’s given permission, he asks a few more times just to be sure before ravaging you.

￫ He’s lovingly sucking on the bead of your chest as his hand kneads on the empty one. Cherishing each hushed cry he can get out of you.

￫ He loves eating you out. He gets off to that alone and he’s super messy when he’s going down on you. A mix of saliva and your fluids as he buried his face further into your cunt in hunger. If you’re trying to suppress your moans, he’ll ask you to stop as best he can because he doesn’t want to seem threatening, but the lustful haze that blinds him almost gets to him.

￫ When it’s finally time for him to go inside you, he’s gentle at first but that barely lasts long especially if you’re already writhing beneath him. He’ll completely lose his mind as he pounds deep and hard into you.

￫ He seems very vanilla so don’t expect anything too hardcore aside from breeding. He just loves the face you make when he fills you with his seed.