#polnareff x reader

Polnareff You won’t even need to wait for a lull in the excitement for Polnareff to be all over you in love. It gets to the point that almost everyone else is sick of you two being together (Joseph has had to separate you two like a peeved off teacher more than once). Polnareff loves to gush over you, he never thought he’d get to have a lovely partner like you by his side on this journey! It can be a bit annoying to you when he acts overprotective at first. His actions border on sexist when he claims he’s just getting you out of the action to protect a delicate little lady like you. He means well, and you know he loves you, so just prove you’re tough enough to fight alongside the others and he’ll apologize :) If you ask him, he’ll teach you some naughty phrases in French. If Iggy happens to be in the same room as you and Polnareff, the dog will sit in your lap and fall asleep. If Polnareff tries to scooch over to snuggle you, Iggy will wake up and growl at him until he backs off. The dog DEFINITELY knows he’s being a third wheel but he’s too cute to get mad at.

Avdol Your lover is as straight laced and borderline uptight as they come with affection. It’s hard to blame him when you’re all on a dangerous journey, there’s no time for frivolities! Similar to Polnareff, he’s a bit of a helicopter partner, but to be fair he’s pretty watchful of everyone in the party. He’s had to babysit Mr. Joestar almost the whole time… When you two finally get a night to yourself in the desert, he’ll beckon for you to follow him from the campsite and take you to a secluded spot underneath a rock outcropping which has already been decorated with cushions and lit candles. He’ll tell you your fortune and read your palm, before placing a delicate kiss to the back of your hand and pulling you in for some snuggles in the cold desert night. He’ll remind you that he loves you more than anything, and once this is all over, you’ll both head back home and enjoy the rest of your lives together in peace.

Kakyoin You and Kakyoin have spent much time getting to know each other. You two practically come as a set now, always joined at the hip wherever you go. Polnareff might tease you two about it, but Kakyoin just smacks him upside the head to get him to shut up. Kakyoin loves to spend the few moments of free time you can get reading a book beside you, or maybe playing a board game together. He stays up surprisingly late and will request to sleep in the same room as you just for safety. Perhaps it’s his anxieties about you being attacked or captured by DIO’s minions. He won’t let anything happen to you, not on his watch. Still, he knows how capable you are, and if you have a stand of your own he’ll request to spar with you. Some nights he’ll hold you close and talk about how when you two go back home, he’ll introduce you to his parents and you can go to school together. Your happiest years are ahead of you!

Jotaro You love spending time with Jotaro, but ever since you started travelling he’s been distant, and it’s not just his usual standoffishness. When you’re both safely alone together, no danger to be found in sight, he hardly talks to you and just hangs out with you like it’s out of necessity. A terrible thought crosses your mind: maybe it’s the fact that you’re a girl and he thinks you're a nuisance? Finally when you corner him and demand to know what’s going on, he gruffly admits he never wanted you to join them. You’d only be in danger while accompanying them. He can’t stand to lose you. You tackle him in a hug and assure him that if that’s what he thinks, you’ll work extra hard so nothing can take you away from him! He pulls his cap down and scoffs, but you can see the blush on his cheeks.

INSTANTLY matches your vibe when you flirt. And I mean instantly.

He will no doubt revel in your attention, and wonder how in god's name he was able to find someone who loved to flirt as much as he did. He no doubt finds himself lucky, because he is!

At the beginning of your relationship, I imagine he'd be very surprised that you never shied away when he teased, charmed or courted you. But the surprise would almost turn into shock when you fired back with as much fierceness as he did, and suddenly he goes quiet.

"Ah- well, naturally. I do tend to have such an effect on people."

This man can't get enough of romance, and will dedicate most of his days - when he's not busy of course - to look into your eyes as he listened to and answered your flirting.

He liked getting competitive with it, always firing back with something even more flirtatious. The back and forth would thrill him, and it never failed to make him smile.

If you somehow out-flirted him, he'd be a flustered, stuttering mess. But don't fret, he loves every single second of it.

Although he likes to get flirtatious and playful, he will always make sure you know that every word he speaks is full of the most sincere affection he has, and if you tell him the same his heart will melt.

He is absolutely delighted that he finally met someone who can keep up with him and match his energy. He never wants to let you go!

Now if you're touchy, not only that but if you actually initiated the small touches, he'd immediately be flustered.

Your hand is on his chest? He's blushing wildly but he insists it's just the weather! You're playing with his hand? Such an intimate little touch but it's all he can think about for the rest of the day!

He will never stop you from touching him, and if you don't touch him first there's no doubt in my mind that his hands will already be somewhere on you.

Polnareff is the type of guy to never want to overwhelm his partner, but seeing as you're as into it as he is, he couldn't be more lovestruck. Nothing in the world can convince him that the two of you weren't meant to be.

Sometimes you'd put your palm flush against his leg when the two of you sat together, and his train of thought would just either change direction to focus on your hand, or just stop altogether.

If you could see he was somehow getting uncomfortable with something, you'd immediately notice and put a hand on his back, reassuring him that no matter what happened, you were right here by his side. Words couldn't express just now much he appreciated that.

Although he'd get flustered by your touches, he always wore the biggest smile when you did so! Now if said touches were to turn a little more spicy, his brain would shut down immediately.

Your hand would be travelling up his thigh, and he would immediately freeze, every coherent word or thought seizing to exist at that exact moment.

If your hand traveled up his nape, pulling him down to your level as you whispered something extremely flirtatious into his ear, he'd be all but putty in your hands.

You could easily have him wrapped around your finger, his dignity at your mercy and his existence laid bare, but he wouldn't have it any other way!

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Walks into the room all graceful while humming some stupid love song, expecting his sweet angel to be waiting nicely or just gently preparing for a nice and cozy shower but instead walks in to see them with the scariest most haunting makeup he has ever witnessed.

Screams for a solid 5 seconds, his breathing rapid and his hands flying into the air. Just overall very dramatic about the whole thing.

His scream is definitely louder than anything you've heard him produce, and that says a lot.

Silver Chariot is immediately summoned, all in an effort to protect himself in pitiful terror.

Almost cries when he does a double take, as you just sit there and stare at him like he disturbed something sacred.

He has never heard of the term "pre shower makeup", and when you explain it, he thinks it sounds stupid.

Asks a bunch of questions after he has calmed down. "What's the point of doing all that if you're just gonna wash it off immediately?" or "Why in god's name did you choose to look like an evil ritual personified?" and of course "Did you do that because you knew you'd scare me?" Doesn't understand half your responses but hey, at least you did answer.

Thinks it's a waste of time to remove it right after you put it on but it if makes you happy it makes you happy.

Still calls you beautiful and tells you that despite looking like an undead corpse, you did a really good job.

Overall a very good reaction, you'd 10/10 do it again.

Leone Abbacchio

Walks into the bathroom to remove his own makeup, only to be met with the realization that you were apparently already busy in there.

He freezes on his spot immediately, eyes widened and eyebrows slightly furrowed, his mind running miles upon miles on whether he was just seeing things or if you were taking the piss on him.

"Should I... come back later?" His voice hasn't changed much, but his tone signals confusion and uncertainty. When you tell him no, you were just about to take a shower, he actually huffs a laugh. "Right. A shower."

When he realized you were not only serious, but very much telling the truth, that's where the questions pop up, each one starting with a deep sigh.

Is somehow intrigued by the idea of a thing such as pre shower makeup, but is mostly annoyed that you wasted product like that.

Compares you to the ghost from the ring, and will definitely tease you about it whenever he sees you doing your makeup again afterwards, even if it's just your regular makeup.

"Woah, not gonna look like Sadako today?" Or "What happened to my favorite evil spirit? Not feeling like it?" Each groan you answer with boosts his confidence that much more.

If you do ask him to stop teasing you so much about it, he'll tone it down, just for you. But if you respond with your own teasing, he will roast the shit out of you. It's really a side to him you've never seen, and you can't determine if it's a good thing or a bad thing that you of all people brought it out of him.

"Hey, I'm off to the store. You need to stock up on blood?" You'd hear him yell from the doorway. "LEONE ABBACCHIO." Was all he'd hear as he chuckled.

Not a big initial reaction, but the aftermath is huge. 7/10

Caesar Zeppeli

Walks up behind you all sweetly, already prepared with countless flirtatious remarks and compliments when he looks in the mirror and gasps audibly.

Actually takes a few steps back, his hands scrambling to form a cross as his mouth hangs open in pure horror.

"Honey, no! What did you do?! Your beautiful face looks like the devil!" Tears actually form in his eyes, his heart breaking just by the fact that his love has decided to look like the undead.

When you do explain that yes, you were playing with makeup, and no, you hadn't suddenly decided that this was your new every day look, he calmed down a bit.

Insists that he can help you take it off, even offers to use his special hamon bubbles if you'd like. Totally not because even when you do look like this, he still wants to pamper you. You always did look better without makeup in his opinion anyway.

Tries not to judge, and is scared he might've offended you with his initial reaction.

For this, he offers for you to do his makeup next, because despite it all and despite you looking like a maniac, he'd do anything to show you how supportive he is of you and your hobbies. And thus, he takes a seat in front of you and takes a deep breath, ready to say the nicest things when he opens his eyes again.

Sighs in relief when you refuse, only to be laughed at because of how serious he gets when it comes to his devotion to make you happy.

"Well, at least warn me next time."

Pretty funny reaction, but very cute response. 11/10

Ermes Costello

Pauses in the doorway as she sees you looking back with your terrifying makeup, only to break out in immediate and booming laughter.

"OHMYGOD! YOU LOOK UNREAL!" She howls as you've no choice but to sit there and take it with the most monotone face you can muster up.

Wants to take a picture, telling you it isn't because she's gonna make fun of you for it, she just wanted a keepsake. The answer was a hard no.

"I mean, I've heard of pre shower makeup but this is just wild. It's really just art." She says, only half sarcastically.

When she's calmed down, and isn't merely as eccentric anymore, she actually takes a good look at the finer details and marvels at your creation. She appreciates a good eye for such things, even if it isn't conventional.

"Hey, now that I think about it... it actually looks really good! Maybe if you added more blood here, or if you darkened your bags a bit more- you know what? Let me get my own brushes." We love a constructively critical queen, and after all she does mean well.

When you tell her you were just having fun, and not being too serious about it since you were going to wash it off, she just goes: "okay and? I still think it looks great."

You will 100% find her doing the same thing one day. Maybe not horror themed makeup, but she'll want to try this while pre shower makeup thing off.

She finds it fun when you do it together, both coming up with little things you could've done better, places it came out perfect or just ideas on what to add next. It becomes a bonding experience more than anything.

The rest of the night blurred by. The guy eventually got the hint and wandered off, you turned back toward Jean with a grin, ready to crack some joke about his lame lines. But she was already sliding off her stool, muttering something about needing fresh air. You genuinely thought she actually needed air.

But the few minutes you thought it would take her to come back became longer. You weren't interested in what Joseph was telling you, so you got out of the bar, looking for her. You finally found her with her drink still in her hand, looking at the car pass on the road.

"Hey, don't you wanna go inside? It's cold out here," you said, already shivering because your jacket was inside.

"I'm fine," she said simply, not even turning you to talk to you.

"I'm talking to you, Jean, I would appreciate if you at least look at me," you tell her, voice a bit louder than you meant to. That's enough to make her turn, with her little pout and furrowed eyebrows. "What's up with you?"

She huffed, crossing her arms and looking away. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all."

You leaned in closer, your shoulder bumping hers gently. "C'mon, Polnareff. I'm too tipsy to play your games, just tell me. Is it about the guy flirting on me?"

Her head snapped toward you so fast it was almost comical. "What? No. Why would I care about some random fool hitting on you? We are not even… you know. It's whatever."

But the way she said it, all puffed up and dramatic, made you bite back a laugh. You tilted your head, grinning now. "Uh-huh. So you're ignoring me 'cause you hate me. Okay."

Jean groaned, burying her face in her hands for a second before peeking through her fingers. "No! It's dumb, alright? We hooked up once, I know I can't feel jealous and you're free to talk to whoever. But ugh, seeing him lean in like that made my blood boil a bit."

You couldn't help it, you laughed, reaching over to tug one of her hands away from her face. "Jean, that's cute, you know?"

"No it's not."

"I wasn't interested in him at all. I was thinking about how much more fun it is when it's just us." You tilted your head, showing her a tiny smile.

Her expression softened, she melted into a shy little smile and a blush that she tried to hide. "You're teasing me now. Cruel woman."

She didn't pull away when you wrapped your arms around her middle, pulling her into your arms for a hug. She was slightly taller than you, but she buried her head on your shoulder either way.

"I'm not," you shot back, one of your hand tickling the back of her neck, the other resting on her waist. "Don't ignore me like that ever again, please, it messes up with my head."

She nodded without lifting her head, daring to press a kiss right below your ear.

"I won't, I promise."

a/n: lesbians win once again

taglist: @avashifts06 @uma2304 @munji-tunji

A lot of weird things seemed to happen in your group of friends. Being friends with five guys and a dog who were all actively being chased down by an evil, resentful vampire that was over a hundred definitely has given you many stories to tell at your next family reunion. And of course, being so close to them all has brought you other things as well- such as a lovely boyfriend named Jean Pierre Polnareff, the arguably most obnoxious (and flirtatious) one of the group. He was always getting into ridiculous situations, more than anyone else… and well, something about that seemed to charm you enough into a relationship with this goofy man. However, since you were always with him, you were automatically roped into whatever nonsense he was getting into- whether on accident or on purpose. Today was one of those days … where it seemed like the whole world was up against just the two of you.

The seven of you always stayed in a hotel of sorts on your travels, and those hotels also seemed to be the places in which you ran into many a stand user. You and Polnareff shared a room of course, not only was it cheaper that way, but you got to spend much needed time together. You woke up early in the morning as usual, next to your loudly snoring boyfriend. You started your regular routine, staring at the wall for a couple seconds before actually standing up. You padded your way over to the bathroom, the floor creaking a little louder than usual- but nothing worrying. And god, you had to pee so bad. Like, really bad. You went into the bathroom and unzipped your pants, catching a brief glance at yourself in the mirror- your beautiful white hair and large muscular frame looking back at you.

Hold on.

Your what?!

Your… white hair… and large muscular frame…

You look back into the mirror, but you don’t see yourself- not even close. In fact, Polnareff is staring back at you.

“This HAS to be a dream,” You think to yourself, eyes widening. You put your hands on your face, feeling it just to make sure. But it felt very, VERY real. This was no dream.

You look down. The unzipping of the pants should have been your first clue. You don’t wear jeans to bed (you have no idea why he was wearing them last night either). You groan, running your fingers through your new hair, wondering what on earth could possibly be going on right now. It was probably the work of an enemy stand user nearby.

You pace around the bathroom for a few minutes, wondering what you were going to do when Jean woke up, what you’d do if any one of your friends came in here, and how on earth you were going to pee, because you don’t NORMALLY have…

Well, you know. One of … those.

You thought to yourself about waking Polnareff up, but you didn’t want to startle him or anyone else that was in the hotel. You decide that maybe Mr. Joestar would have an idea of what was going on, and maybe he was in a similar situation.

Before you leave your hotel room, you fix your hair as much as you could (because you have no idea how Polnareff makes it stand up like that) and get dressed in his usual outfit. When you walk to the door, you see yourself laying in bed still, breathing and sleeping soundly. Your heart (well, Polnareff’s heart) starts racing slightly.

YOU HAD TO GET OUT OF THIS BODY. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

Oh, and also, you still have to pee.

Mr. Joestar across the hall was, unfortunately to you, not having the same issue. He had just woken up, and was just barely dressed before he heard your knocking.

“Huh? Who could that be so early? Maybe it’s the housekeeping,” He grumbles to himself, walking over to the door and looking out the little keyhole. What he saw was a little unusual. Polnareff with his hair down, looking quite … nervous? Polnareff, nervous? Something was definitely wrong. He opens the door and looks at you with a rather … irritated frown.

“Polnareff, what do you want? It’s too early to get a cigarette.”

You push past Joseph, letting yourself in. Before he can protest, you slam the door and stand against it.

“Polnareff, just what the hell is going on here? Why are you acting like this?” He exclaims, more confused than ever. You were more nervous than ever to start speaking… hearing Pol’s voice with your thoughts was going to be so weird.

“Um…” You shudder a little at the sound of his voice. “Mr. Joestar, it’s … uh. It’s me. I don’t know how, but I, uh, must have swapped bodies with Jean somehow… god, this is so weird… I was wondering if you knew why or maybe had swapped with someone too.”

Joseph’s eyes widen. He then bursts out into laughter, louder than you had ever heard him laugh on your journey yet.

“I knew something was wrong with you. This must be the work of an enemy stand user. Has Polnareff woken up?” Joseph questions, wiping the tears from his eyes. He was pissing you off.

“No, he hasn’t woken up. I’m a little worried as to what’s gonna happen when he does, though,” You explain. Just then, a loud woman’s scream echoes from across the hall.

“Ah. I suppose that’s him, then?” Joseph says, raising an eyebrow.

You facepalm, and nod in disappointment. “I better get over there and … uh, figure it out. You can tell the others when they wake up… This sucks so bad, Mr. Joestar.”

Joseph chuckles to himself. “It’ll be fine. We’ll find the stand user in no time, and have this all reversed. Go tell Polanreff to calm the hell down, we can’t get kicked out of ANOTHER hotel.”

You giggle, leaving Joseph’s room. As you make your way down the hallway back to your own room, you can only imagine how Polnareff found out about this- the thought makes you laugh. You knock on the door. Of COURSE he didn’t have the key to the room in his pocket.

“GO AWAY!” You hear from the other side. “I’M… UH… VERY BUSY RIGHT NOW…” Your own voice yells back to you.

“Polnareff! Open the door. It’s me, you dumbass!” You call from the outside, knocking on the door again.

A few moments later, the door opens up. It’s you! Sort of. You look down at your body. Your arms are crossed, your face is all flushed… Polnareff does not seem to be having the best time in your body.

“What the hell is going on here?!” He exclaims, pulling you inside. “Why am I… YOU!?”

You put your hand on the back of your neck. “I don’t really know, Jean. I woke up like this.”

“WELL WE CAN’T STAY THIS WAY!!!! How did this happen!??! Was it a stand user?!?! Is anyone else affected like this?? God, I miss my beautiful luscious hair and my big strong pecs!!!! I miss my sweet voice and my face and my shoulders….” He rambles, whining and pouting the entire time.

“Well whining about it isn’t going to make it any better, Jean!! We have to suck it up and stay like this until we defeat the stand user!” You firmly say, putting your hands on his shoulders. You shudder a little hearing your voice so shrilly. “Stop using my voice like that.”

Polnareff rolls his eyes. “I can’t believe this… what if we’re stuck like this forever? How are we even going to find the stand user?!” He whines. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was normally this pathetic.

Just then, a knock on the door. You felt an intense presence outside, you thought it might have been Jotaro or Mr. Joestar again… But upon opening the door, it wasn’t either of them.

A sweet looking lady stands in front of you two, but she had something quite … sinister to her. You couldn’t place your finger on it, but you looked at Polnareff in hopes he felt the same thing as you.

But unfortunately, once an idiot- always an idiot.

“I think it’s the cleaning lady,” He leans over to whisper to you. The lady nods with a smile so wide, you think you might be going insane for thinking that it’s fake.

“Yes, that’s me! I’m here to clean the room, whenever you two are ready,” She exclaimed. She had a cart full of supplies and fresh sheets and towels. Just a typical worker at the hotel.

Until you could’ve sworn you saw a rat tail peeking out of her hair.