#polnareff x reader insert

Stare in Awe

The fresh scent of linen strikes you first. 

As you wake from your sleep you register the fresh, clean scent, and  the fluffy warmth it fills you with makes you release a soft, content groan like your back at home. 

Stirring, you then slowly open your eyes to be greeted with the sight of a pillow , the sham which is a color that is close to white, but off by just a tint is decorated with a moistened spot that turns your blissful mood somewhat sour. 

With just a bit of frustration you use the palm side of your fist to wipe off the remains of your drool, and occasionally you release more little sounds of discontent, mostly due to how shitty you feel. 

Your body is sore, aching almost everywhere as you sit up, and it's to a point you'd have an easier time pointing out the little spots that don't hurt vs what body parts of yours had been brutalized by that asshole before. 

'Stupid Dio,' you think to yourself bitterly, 'Stupid Dio, and his stupid stand user band of assholes,' you add while moving on, by then rubbing your two tired eyes from what little buildup had decided to friend you throughout the sleep. 

A little yawn leaves you, and it's then that there's movement in the bed you lay in. 

Suddenly alert, you shoot your eyes right to your side and find one of your friends occupying the side of the large bed, and he's keenly watching you. 

His azure eyes that are just as striking as the bluest sky connect with yours, and the softness in them hurls you into a feeling that has your face immediately blooming with sweet warmth that spreads all over you like the gentlest summer heat.

The smile he greets you with has you swooning like always, but now it's gone tenfold, maybe because you've been caught so off-guard .

-And that's not mentioning the somewhat rare sight of his hair in its natural state.

 It holds the lightest touch of moisture, no doubt the aftermath of the blissful shower he’d been begging for, for a while, and that your glad he was finally able to get.

The silver strands are layered in a way that the front ends barely graze his sharp jaw, and the rest that falls behind his head nearly grazes his shoulders in a soft wave you wouldn’t be able to image if you hadn’t seen it given how he usually styles it. 

It's a delicate ripple that has you mesmerized for a reason unknown to you, perhaps because it entices you to run your fingers through it. 

Of course he’s always been attractive to you, but there’s something about his  lazy look that has you especially affected.

“It’s about time you wake up,” he muses, “ I was starting to get bored,” he then states and it occurs to you that he’s caught sight of you problobly snoring away and with what was a considerable about of slobber on you as you woke up.

-And you’d be right to assume because he's been watching you the entire time, even longer than the few seconds you stare at him with surprise.

 The realization flusters you, your immediate response being a rather abrupt facefall back into your pillow. 

On your little travel, you let out a frustrated sound that is definitely a groan that morphs into a small squeal. 

The sound of his soft chuckle warms your tummy, and while the man brings you so much comfort, so much sweetness, at that moment, it only makes you want to hide even more, 

"Polnareff!" you huff out, "Quit Staring at me!" you cry out, your voice muffled by the pillow as you refuse to look up at him. 

“-Don’t look at me,” you add quickly.

"And why not?" he asks, and even without looking you can swear he's pouting, he definitely sounds like it. 

“I look like shit!” you say back, certain.

"Don’t be absurd,” he huffs, “You look lovely," he says back, and it does no good to you, it just makes you want to hide even more, all in spite of how wonderfully pretty you're beginning to feel. 

"No I don't," you say back, stuffing your face so fully onto the fluffy pillow that you could very well suffocate yourself, "What's wrong with you?!" you ask, whining. 

You wish you could just act normal. 

You know,

-  blush cutely and say something coy back. You always plan to, but never pull through because it's impossible to, especially not now when he's seeing you so...sloppy. 

Your hair must be some sort of mess.

You're certain you look tired as you guys had only just gotten a break, and you know it hasn't been the best for your presentation, and that’s not mentioning the fight you had earlier.

Speaking of, 

"How long have I been out?" you ask softly, remembering how you'd definitely beaten the breaks out of that loser before, but it hadn't been after they'd gotten a few good strikes in themselves. 

You recall the end of the fight where you skipped using your stand, instead charging towards them, your right hand fisted and brutally swinging with what little energy you had left before you knocked out. 

- Boy you were mad, mad enough to use your last bit of focus to connect angry hits.

"- Not long..." Jean Pierre admits, sounding soft. 

"An hour, two...a day..." you trail off, wanting to know because anything was possible while on your little bizarre adventure. 

"let's say about three hours," he tells you. "Maybe a few minutes too," he adds with a soft smile, and shyly, you peek at him, finally lifting up your head, but only a little.

" That long, huh?” you breathed, and you think that with all things considered, you were doing good. 

 “So...” you then hum, “Were you worried about me?" you ask, your voice small.

 While he did fluster you, every now and then you played around with him, saying such silly things, and while it's to tease him, you itch for little affirmations back. 

You were ashamed to admit that sometimes you fished for little signs he cared.

He released a little sigh, one that sounds rather amused, and he moves one of his hands close to you, luring you out more to where you finally lift your upper body up, propping yourself up by your elbows while your belly stays pressed against the mattress.

Your new position gives him a chance to graze his hand over your cheek, his thumb brushing over the side of your lip, the little winch you perform whilst the pad gently brushes over the lower cut spot encouraging him to offer you an even sweeter look. 

“I brought you here,” he started, " And I made sure to clean your cuts, " he tells you. 

You thank him, and it's not without you releasing a soft chuckle,

“...Of course you did,” you murmur because he’s always one to take care of you. 

"Look how they left you ma cherie," he then says, and it's like he's hurt, himself.

"I'm alive aren't I?" you tell him, and you manage to offer him a little grin, one he appreciates, but it doesn't soothe the guilt and frustration he feels. 

- He should have been there sooner, and he should have been the one to put that asshole down for just ambushing you like that, and much more insulting you the way they did.

'That vulgar... no good...' he couldn't let himself continue. 

He couldn't even continue to recall all the disgusting things that lackey had said about you. 

"Of course you are, " he said with eyes that admired you, " You're very strong.... capable too," he complimented you, and by saying so reminding himself that you are not just his sweet (f/n). 

He has to remind himself that he can't always be there and that in spite of how much he cares about you, he'd do worse by treating you like you are useless and not an actual member of their crew.

You had your own role, and defiantly your own reasons that he respected, just like you’d honored his journey to avenge his sister.

“Stop...” you say while hiding your face again, falling down on the pillow with less frustration than before , and in place bashfulness that had made you  forgot how beat up you were.

-And he’s living for it. 

“And you’re so beautiful too,” he adds in a little murmur, stuck in awe, and it just has you steaming and swooning. 

As he lays beside you, he continues to smile as he rolls a little bit and lays on his back. 

 His eyes are then distracted with the ceiling, but he only has you in mind, even while his sight is diverted.

“Too lovely (f/n),” he adds as he clasps his hands together, his thumbs twiddling as he speaks. 

He glows a soft blush over his pale tone, and he can hear his heart beating in a way that almost deafens him, but its not enough to discourage him from his little confessions.

“Why are you saying this...” you say almost too quietly. 

He’d been flirty before, playfully, but there was a certain touch to his words that had you thinking that something was going to change between you two real soon.

- And it had you thinking that maybe you weren’t crazy.

“I don’t know ….” he breathes, “ Maybe because I'm a fool,” he confesses as he closes his eyes.

“To think I'd embarked on this journey for something else... for revenge... for redemption. 

- for sherry...for my love for her,” he starts with a little rambling, and there is pain in his voice before he swallows hard.

“Love...” he repeats with a different tone, yet another soft one that’s touched with a gentle flicker of hope, “ it’s love that has me here laying next to you,” He admits, and you swear your heart skipped a beat.

You hug your pillow strongly as you feel your heard try and make a mad dash right out your chest.

“Mhmm...” you respond, and you want him to continue so bad, just for a while longer as you steady your voice.

“It has me worried about you, about losing you so much that I act a fool,” he tells you. “I don’t know how it comes off : how I come off. “ he proceeds.

 “ I believe in you, believe me I do,” he assures you.  

 “ You’re strong, more than capable of defending yourself,” he says with certainty. 

“-  But I can’t help stepping in and running to you,” Polnareff explains himself, having noticed the frustration you sometimes wore when he intervened. He’d noticed, and had wanted to address it.

 “ I've got this bad luck that follows me, and I can’t tell you how much I've been dreaming of you, or morso, having nightmares of you meeting an end that I can  prevent only if I'm there,” he says and as he speaks, his hand closest to you moves, and it blindly moves to lay beside you, hoping you’ll reach out, and you do. 

As you feel it creep close, you take your own in a blind move of your own and lay it over his, holding it, silently urging him to tell more.

“That's why I jump at the chance to stay in a room with you... to share a bed. I’m a man of course, believe me, I'm not all sweet,” he admits wearily, though, truthful.

 “Any man would would want to be close to the woman they yearn...but it’s also because when I have those nightmares... waking up to you next to me...close to me, it eases me.” he says with a thick swallow. 

By then you’ve fully turned to him, laying on your side as you look at  him tenderly, and he takes a chance to do the same, forcing him to let go of your hand.

“And I wake up...” he says, “I wake up... and I admire you. I do so and  I just think about how beautiful you look, how much you take my breath away,” he muses.

Again, he caresses your cheek, and he offers you a little smile, “ I don’t know if I've made this obvious, but to answer your question, I'm saying all these things because... I lo..,” he seemed a bit troubled at first, like the final leap and big words were stuck in his throat. 

-and you suddenly felt like you weren’t crazy.

There were obvious signs, but they were ones you couldn't accept, your uncertainty stemmed from an insecurity that had you afraid you misunderstood him.

 you inched closer to him with a small, wormy movement, and he smiled just a bit more, his eyes glowing.

“I love you too,” you say to him not needing any more encouragement to just say it as you lean even closer. 

While you do that his eyes flutter close, and instantly he seems to give in, waiting for your lips to reach him. He waits for the kiss, but instead the sweet press is offered to the tip of his nose, and the way he blushes at the contact has you giggling. 

His eyes remained close and he’s taking in a slow breaths through his nostrils, 

“Ma Cherie,” he exhales longingly,” You’re teasing me..” he speaks airily. 

 “After I've confessed to you, you’re teasing me so,” he said with a pout before opening his eyes again to look at you pleadingly. 

“You didn’t confess anything,” you said with mirth, and the way your face brightened with playfulness had him excited.

“I told you ‘I love you,’ first,” you peeped out, and he nearly gasped, like he realized his mistake. 

It happened so quick, and suddenly he was on top, having rolled the two of you over in a way that had you beneath him. 

He doesn’t hold you down, but instead he’s just there, looking down at you with a touch of sternness in his playful demeanor, 

“You’re absolutely right,” he tells you 

“ How could i not tell you?” he asks. 

“Say what?” you question him back, trying to will it out of him. 

“-That I love you,” he said smoothly, and you wouldn't believe he had trouble before with how easily he admitted it then. It was like he’s used to telling you. 

“I love you,” he said again, a kiss offered to your nose as a little tease back. 

“I love you,” he said again, peppering them over you while muttering the words over and over, all while you were thrown into a fit of giggles.

As you enjoy yourself, laughing, in between the presses he looks at you, admiring you and finding you utterly precious.

Thankfulness

Her (e/c) colored eyes blankly dropped down to the thin layer of blankets covering her lap, and all the while, the deep (e/c) colored hues were dimmed, holding a much duskier tone than they had possessed just a few days ago.

Her bottom lip trembled before it was caged between her two rows of teeth, the woman keeping it crushed between the pair of sharp edges before she swallowed down a horridly tart taste that was very faint, yet familiar. 

As the fine ends of her teeth began to dig into the flesh of her lip furthermore she could taste a hint of metal, and she was so close to having it splash into her mouth that she could feel her stomach clench, twisting and turning as it spun to retch the contents back up as soon as it traveled down.

'Blood...' She inwardly thought to herself, holding spite to even the word itself.

Her right hand trembled as she fisted it over the sheets until the material on her lap was wound in a tight ball, and soon after, harsh pants resonated from her as she tried to calm herself down. 

'Blood...All of their blood...' She inwardly rambled, trying to rid herself of the thought.

Whereas silence would bring any other person calm, it only brought her more distress, her entire body raking with shutters as she tried to calm the voices in her head, the very ones that were so familiar and precious, it brought her actual pain. 

'Did...Did we really win?' she asked herself, struck by a reality that felt as though it'd been basked by defeat. 

' because It doesn't feel like it.' She then added, slowly hanging her head, a small, almost inaudible sound that was akin to a croak escaping her parted lips.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

As his eyes fell onto her, he dropped the small flower arrangement, quickly making it to her bedside in a single leap, his eyes brightened by the sight of her finally conscious. 

The man had waited what felt like an agonizingly long eternity to finally meet her again, and now that she was fully there, he could drop his shoulders down in relief, 

 " Thank goo-" he began to speak, but she cut him off quickly,

"- Who do you think you are? ," she said lowly, her voice sharp and seething, making his heart still as she used the tart tone with him, because rarely had he ever heard her speak with such venom.

She had been smiles and cheers, perhaps a clever tongue here and there, but it wasn't anything he really took to heart, and in the end, always found enjoyment in.

- But then again, that was all before their final battle in Cairo.

 "Mon Cherie…" he said softly, going to capture her hand when he stopped entirely, regretting doing so. 

An action that was always welcomed with a sweet, appreciative smile was abruptly stopped, and it was all because he simply couldn't continue. 

It was impossible to.

Retracting his own hand, he fisted it instead, keeping it close to his side as his face morphed into a hard etched grimace, one that was of regret.

"Go on right ahead," she invited him, looking up at him with wet (e/c) eyes, and for just a moment, the sizzling boil she felt calmed to show him more pain than rage,

 "why don't you take a hold of it?" She asked him, using the same, soft, delicate voice that quivered, urging him to answer in spite of already knowing why he held back, already aware of the factor stopping him. 

With guilt written over his face, he strayed his eyes from her for a moment, uttering once again the endearment, "Mon Cherie ...I…"

"You should have left me there," she breathed, her good hand falling over the side of her shoulder, gliding down to feel it mostly flat, a small bump which was all that was left over from her limb being the only thing there for her to find.

" You should have let him take all of me," She then added, desperately trying to hold back tears, because she knew that once they fell, there would be no stopping them. 

'Why did you risk yourself for me?' She asked herself, 'Why did you even bother?'

All the beautiful words he could utter to her would be nothing in comparison to the pain that would consume everything until her heart became a bitter black, and by that point, they both knew it.

But even then, he continued, 

"I'm glad you're alright," He said to her, and at that, she choked.

 "I should be dead!" She said in a strangled tone, "I miss the point of it all!" She added, closing her eyes tightly, and it damned her to feel the limb there, when she knew that in reality, it was nothing but a ghost now, existing only in her mind.

'I don't have an arm,' She thought to herself,  but that was the least of her grievances, 

 'I don't have Avdol. 

I don't have Iggy.

I don't have kakyoin here either.

They're all gone...but I'm still here...' She lamented, knowing that by that point, they were also just ghosts, exiting in her head, haunting her every thought. 

'Why...?' She asked herself, soon muttering the word in a breathy state, "Why?" She then asked the silver-haired male. 

"I'm missing the point of me still being here!" She heaved, "why am I still here when they aren't?" She asked him, wanting to know just how she, of the handful, was one of the lucky ones out.

' Kakyoin was smarter..., 

Avdol was much stronger…

Iggy was braver, a million times more than I am!' 

"- I froze! " She reminded the French male, " I could barely move...but I was the lucky one out?" She asked him, and as he watched her, his gaze slowly fell, his blue eyes filling with misery, because he couldn't console her when all throughout the events that occurred afterward, he wondered the same thing.

'It's a pain we'll all bear,' He silently spoke, 'not just you and I...but Mr. Joestar, as well as Jotaro.' he continued on, only finding one single certainty within all the doubt and pain that came from barely scraping by the battle.

"My luck wasn't to make it alive..." He started, "It wasn't to make it out alone," He told her.

"It was to somehow have made it out alive... with you in my arms," He revealed to her, remembering that after the battle with Ice it was his one solace.

 "It was to be able to make it out, only because I didn't want to lose you. 

-Because I didn't want their sacrifices to go in vain." he added with a  voice that wavered, holding a truth that was unmoved.

Even with a dark cloud raining over her, washing away all of her former illuminances, he couldn't look away from her. He spoke to her the only way he could, by looking directly at her, silently thanking the world for giving him the opportunity to do so. 

'Even with all this pain...

Even with the dimness in your eyes at this very moment...

Even if right now you feel resentment towards me...

You're still so beautiful. You still hold my heart.'

"I'm glad you're here," he assured her, bending down to pick up the fallen blossoms, the beautiful colors of the batch reminding him of their travel.

'The red reminds me of a comforting glow.' he thought while his eyes immediately gravitated to the most passionate color that was in the collection, looking down at it with fondness. 

'It's of his flames. 

it's of the ones he'd share with us to keep us warm.

it's of all the protection he provided, right until he last selfless moment.' he reflected upon as his body memorized the comforting warmness.

'And this flower here is the same mix of blue and violet, reminding me of loneliness that fades,' he added while thinking of the younger he'd traveled with, realizing that it was almost the same color as his eyes.

'It's of friendship I never thought I could attain,' he went on, musing at the thought of befriending such a young brat, one so different from him.

' And the thorns that protect this flower are mature, they're hidden beneath the young blossoms, underestimated and burrowed, but always there, hidden cleverly.

Sometimes they are a hassle, but after all this, I don't think I will ever find it in me to remove them,' He thought with amusement, his heart filled with comfort while knowing that the thorny vines of their group remained just as vivacious as ever. 

'And then there is this stubborn little shit,' He mused while looking down at a particular, little, yellow flower. Most of its petals were slightly withered, one even torn.

'I don't know how you made the final cut, but you did,' he wordlessly spoke to it, 'You really did fit in,' He then added, for just a moment, his thoughts straying to the expressly annoying beast that had traveled with them.

'Stupid dog,' he thought with fondness.

A black band snugly held the stems together, elegantly tied into a little bow, and he thought about the man that helped him pick it out, 

"This one's nice," Kujo commented, his index and middle caressing the silken material between the spaces of the fingers.

"Black?" Polnareff said with skepticism, staring at the ribbon with hesitance, "you really think it fits? I mean... it's such a morbid color," He questioned the younger, finishing off with a grumble. 

"...For a bouquet nonetheless," he added, having wanted to give something lovely to the woman, desiring to decorate the room with the various fragrances and colors to liven up the quiet space for when she woke.

'For this situation,' he went on, silently speaking as he watched Jotaro quietly marvel at the ribbon.

His sea colored eyes had dimmed, and for the time being, he looked like he wasn't really there, at least, not in mind.

"...I like it." Kujo repeated, breathing out the words in a flat state before he let a low, blue sigh leave him, one that temporarily washed away the grim thoughts.

"She'll like it,"  He then added, fully aware it was a color she liked, and much more, would more than likely be something she’d use to accessorize. 

'She'll put it in her hair. 

Or She'll wrap it around her neck in a little bow.

Or she'll just put it somewhere safe,' He thought with certainty, having discovered how much she appreciated the little things, 

'If she gets a hold of one soon, she might just stick it in a book,' He then added.

"this one for sure," He concluded, willing to bet on her loving it.

'- You're missing much more than I am,' Jean-Pierre recognized, watching her sit quietly, noiselessly observing the flowers. 

'Because right now... even while I'm still in mourning, I feel struck by luck, just a small hint of it,' He thought to himself, watching as gradually, a hint of a smile graced her gloomy features.

After the outburst, she'd seemed to calm, falling into a somber hush that soon mellowed, and he lived through every moment with her, not bothering to disrupt their peace with any words, because, after all, he understood where she came from.

Just then, the door to her room was tapped, signaling new visitors, 

"Coming in," Joseph said lowly, his expression changing from neutral, to completely elated,  

"Well, look who's up!" He exclaimed, shooting the female a grin, one that was wide and bright. 

Slowly, her eyes went up to watch him enter, witnessing the man's grandson also following in suit.  

At the very moment, her eyes met with the younger's sea green, and the action caused a small smile to find its way on his face, giving her a greeting that she took in with appreciation.

"Glad you're ok," the teen said with true relief, and even if he'd held back so much more, she could see the glow in his eyes that spoke much more than he could ever say.

‘I’m glad I didn’t lose you,’ Jotaro said in silence.

Again, she brought her eyes down where the sight of the flowers greeting her.

The little bouquet in her hand was gently held, and as she looked down at it, she watched the little blossoms capture little, fallen drops before they slid off of their petals.

'I'm not,' She corrected him, though not having the heart to tell him, because, she knew that really, he couldn't be in any better state.

'I don't think any of us really are,' She thought to herself, regretful for having attacked the silver-haired male as he'd greeted her, because she was certain he was also in pain.

By then, she'd become understanding of not only her grief but everyone else's.

"Me too," She then told them, not wanting to take for granted the chance she got, much more not willing to make the sacrifices that went in play go in vain. 

'I won't do that to you guys,' She thought with certainty. ' I won't do that to any of us.'

"Thank you." She said with gratitude.

'Thank you all...'  She added with a loving smile, the gratitude dedicated for everyone in the room, which included the ones there in body, as well as those who now traveled in their hearts.

She then found herself looking right at the blue-eyed male, her gaze especially sweet as it touched him, knowing that if there was one person she really had to thank, and it was him. 

(F/n) panted as she slumped, a crooked smile on her face as she attempted to beam up at the Frenchman, trying to ignore the sharp pain searing through her leg.

"So... breakfast," she offered with a stiff bite to her lip, " I was thinking about that place down the street, " she suggested, nudging her head to their earlier direction, the one they were headed to before they got ambushed.

“The one we saw on our way to the hotel,” she clarified with a pained groan barley swallowed down by her stubborn will.

" (F/n)..." Polnareff started , his blue eyes grown wide as he stared on at her shaking body. 

Any idiot could tell she was hurt...

She trembled as she tried to stand, stumbling before she pathetically fell onto the dirt road. 

"Or ...Or we could just lay here for a sec," she suggested, coughing as she inhaled dry earth. 

Sighing softly he shook his head, leaning down to her. 

"Here, let me carry you," he insisted, already bending down to her.

Her face brightened with new color, as she tried to swat him away, forcefully laughing as she tried to distract him from her blushing face.

“Carry me?” she said with a squeaking tone, “ I’m too heavy!! Please don’t, you really don’t have to !” she rambled, eventually blubbering out more excuses, all which were all just silly ramblings to distract him.

Ignoring them all, Polnareff came down to her, not intent on leaving her lying there a second longer.

His nose accidentally brushed over hers in the process and the new proximity made her breath hitch, her voice coming out small and weak, words dying out, "But...I'm fine," (f/n) said quietly, her arms going around his neck nonetheless.

 Her face pointed down as she avoided catching sight of his beautiful blue eyes, as well as hiding the present warm color that invaded her features.

"I'm really fine," she added, "This is nothing," she argued, grimacing as her leg shot up with pain from shifting.

She tightened her hold, fully pressed into him, "Really…" she said in a tiny voice, "So , you don't have to treat me this way," she added, her face hidden in his strong chest, the words coming out in a pouty fashion, one that made him crack a small smile.

Although she stubbornly protested,  there wasn't anywhere else she'd be than held by him, for just a few moments being defenseless, held within large protective arms she’d craved to have around her.

And he wouldn't pass up  a moment to coddle her...

‘So big…’ she thought to herself, his large muscles making her feel small and protected as she happily cuddled close to him. ‘It guess it wouldn't hurt,’ she reasoned, melting onto him, taking advantage of the caring cradle.

She remembers her encounters with DIO, having crossed paths with him more than once. 

She’d run from him the first two times, fleeting from the vampire , only because he allowed her to, each time chuckling as she managed to ‘slip’ away.

And she wasn’t stupid to think she’d somehow outsmarted him, or cocky enough to taunt him by living her every day life as normally as she had before. Instead, she secluded herself, hiding from everyone and everything, afraid of even her own shadow, well aware it could just be him in disguise.

She knew that it was only a matter of time before he hunted her down again, toying with her like a malicious little feline, pawing at a cornered, shivering, mouse. 

Because to him, it was all a game, while to her, it was a never ending nightmare.

With an incurable insomnia she waited, every night staring up at the ceiling, blankly gazing at it as she felt her heart race, feeling impending doom fall upon her.

‘Why me?’ She asked herself constantly.

It all started after that arrow pierced her...

All the abnormalities and unrest starting from that one event, one that was in-explainable in itself.

‘How did  I even survive?’ She wondered, only briefly as it was the least of her worries.

It was tortuous weeks of unease  until she finally met with her nightmare...

When he grew sick and tired of their game, he appeared before her, ready to take his claim,

‘Do you still have any fight in you?’ He wondered, knowing the answer as he eyed her, ‘Of course I’d never force you at my side, that’s all for you to decide my dear,’ He thought with a malicious grin.

He’d then shown her the extent of his power, red raining down on her as thuds were heard at her sides, severed corpses at her feet in a second’s time. 

She hadn’t even known how he did it, but of all the red stained figures, he was all that was untouched, his alabaster skin glowing white brilliance from his chiseled body, too good for the remains of his slaughter to graze him.

Bloody gore puddled around her and shaken to the core she choked on a cry, her voice failing her,  her ability to flee gone.

Her legs gave out before him, pitifully bowing to him, not intending to, but her body seeming to know it’s place before the creature,

“ (f/n) ” He cood, reaching for her.

Her racing heart stilled as he tenderly pressed his cold palms onto her wet cheeks, “You’re trembling...” he said observing her, watching her wide (e/c) eyes as they stared up at him, almost unblinking.

He was a monster...

He was terrifying...

And yet the sight of the golden haired man was so transcendent, he was like an angel descended onto the apocalypse.

Beauty fallen into the macabre...

“P-please...please don’t,” she begged, feeling his pointed, black nails drag over her as his fingers trailed beneath her glossy (e/c) eyes, wiping away hot tears in a way that it would be tender had it been anyone else.

“(f/n)....dear...” he said warmly, his gleaming eyes akin to drops of sweet, warmed honey.

DIO...

He was frighting ...

He was malicious and evil...

He was through and through A monster...

And yet, he was the only thing that could save her. He was the only thing powerful enough to protect her,

‘Only he ...Only he can,’ She thought numbly, melting into his hold, subdued.

“Nothing but DIO can hurt you, “ he promised her, “As well as nothing but DIO can save you now,” he murmured, satisfied as she fell onto his web.  

She ignored the splashing sounds beneath her feet and palms, as well as the warm stickiness that smothered them and stained everything scarlet, all while she came closer to the powerful being, crawling to him more and as much as she could.

She was terrified, but at the very least, she knew that she was safe. She knew he could make her nightmares cease, and he could also protect her, saving her from a gruesome fate.

“Only I can,” he reminded her, large hands placed on her protectively , like a large and glorious beast guarding it’s fresh prey. 

“Lord ...DIO...” she muttered softly, brokenly as she closed her eyes.

‘I am yours,’

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(f/n)’s back stiffened straight as she shot up, her hazy eyes wide as she startled from her half-sleep state. She’d drifted off for only a moment, but she felt as though she’d been stuck back in time. 

The distraught look to her (e/c) eyes soon melted as the black and white dog jumped on her lap, damn near starting her as she was already shaken from her nightmare.

Slowly, she came back down to earth, settling back into the present time where she wasn’t alone.

Where she wasn’t weak...

Despite all the tension in her body, and unease in her heart, she couldn’t help but pull up a gentle smile, “long day?” she asked him with light amusement, seeing as for the most part he went on his own adventures.

As per usual, the Creature didn’t respond, only letting out a very faint sound of a whine.

Meanwhile, Polnareff glared at the creature, his blue eyes darkly trained on the darned mutt.

Relaxed and fully pleased, Iggy ignored the menacing spite, instead laying his head onto his own front paws, his entire, tiny body curled over the (h/c) haired woman's lap.

Lazily scratching him behind his ear, (f/n) yawned into her other hand, her head leaning over to the side closer to the window as she began to drift off again, this time with more ease.

'Damn mutt, trying to act all cute with her,' Polnareff pouted,  his gaze still heated. 

With him it was nothing but snarls and farts, and with everyone else it was the same shitty attitude, but once you throw a pretty girl in the mix, the dog pretends to be the cutest , sweetest angel put on the planet. 

And it was much worse if the lady in question was (f/n). 

When she was around he would give her large , rounded sweet eyes, making her coo at even the simplest things.

For a moment he let his attention fall onto the female instead, his  glaring eyes softened as he watched her slowly drift off.

'Ah...but I guess it's not so bad,' he tried to reason, a small smile rising as he watched the seemingly permanent worry cease from her brows.

The closer they drew, the more he could see the flesh beneath her (e/c) eyes darken. He knew she couldn’t sleep,and she didn’t have to openly admit it, it was plainly obvious to him.

DIO had nested a terror in her she couldn't shake, one that left her quivering, so much so that even after the wretched flesh bud that possessed her was removed, she was hesitant to betray him. 

And it was something Jean Pierre Polnareff could forget,

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(Flashback)

"He'll kill me…" she said with fright, true and utter fear visible in her (e/c) eyes as she panicked. 

Her stand rose to protect her as her arms pressed themselves close to her chest, hands trembling as they pressed over her quivering mouth.

"No matter what I do... He'll find me...and He’ll kill me!" She added, while crying out to the silver haired man, “Do you understand what you've done?” she choked out.

He wouldn't have mercy…

He’d see it as treason...

"I'll never be free from this nightmare," she sorrow filled. 

That day the Frenchman felt  sweetness, a draw to her that was desperate to protect her. 

Perhaps it was the part that missed his little sister, trying to find another reason to live, another thing to protect.

Something else to cling on...

He wasn’t entire sure what it was that fueled him, but he drew towards her. As he watched her tremble, he stepped forward, Silver Chariot drawn away.

“You’re going to be alright,” he told her, making sure to be slow with his steps to not alarm her further.

Shaking her head she muttered, “You don’t understand, He’ll kill me,” she responded back, her own stand drawn back.

He was uncertain on why it retreated, not knowing if she had a part of her willing to have him reach out to her, or that her mental state was just so weakened, her ability faltered.

Nonetheless, he took the chance.

His teeth pressed together as he reached out to her, hands placed at her cheeks, forcing her (e/c) eyes to stare right into his,

 “ Is this what you call living ? ” he asked her, knowing his voice was rougher than it should be, but he couldn't help it.

He felt himself snapping, something about the woman and her current state making him move in accordance to his heart, any rational thinking telling him to step back from the potential threat being ignored. 

“ Grovelling in fear... not living for yourself!” he went on. “wouldn't you rather live for yourself? Live for yourself than die without honor? Die being under control, stuck beneath that monster?” he asked her.

Her mouth moved , but she was wordless, gaping. 

"He’s too powerful,” she finally told him, “ And I...I’m afraid...I’m too weak...And I’m all alone...” she said with a voice so small it tunneled in through his cracked heart.

And it was right then and there he decided, 

“ He won’t touch you. “ He said lowly. 

She began to shake her head, not believing him, not convinced anything could save her, thinking her fate was sealed already.

“I won’t let him ,” He added, “ I swear to you nothing will ever harm you again,” he assured her, “ But you also have to fight...” he told her, urging her. 

The others watched, the dark haired teen stepping forward an inch as he spoke, 

“Tch, Good grief, “ Jotaro huffed, “ He’s not going to lay a hand on you,”  he told her, having had enough of the emotional display. “Not if I've got anything to say about it,” He said while pointing his thumb towards his chest, “And I’m sure we’re all on the same page with that , right?” he said with certainty, inclining his head back to the rest of the crew, receiving nothing but nods. 

And for once in what felt like a lifetime she felt growing assurance, 

‘You all have fear and yet, you move towards him,’ she observed. ‘Unlike me... ‘She added to herself, smiling bitterly. 

She felt self pity, a loathing as well, and at her sides her hands balled, shaking as she pressed her teeth together.

She learned she hadn't been the only one to be forced under his will, because so had the redheaded teenager allied with the Joestars, as well as the silver haired man that urged her to stand. 

The same one who still held her face in his hands, knelt right before her.

“I want to go with you all,” she said lowly, “ I want to join you not to be protected, but to end this,” she said raising her eyes to the deep blue’s before her.

Polnareff saw a hardened shine, easily compared to a glowing gem practically gleaming before him, and he was captivated,

Moved by her tears...

loured by her sweetness...

stunned by her glowing valor and will...

By then he was hooked, and slowly, but surely, Jean Pierre Polnareff had fallen in love with the woman for everything she was, aswell as who she attempted to grow into.

And at the time he hadn't been aware of the sentiment growing in her own heart. Unknown to him, the  proclamation to defend her stunned her, and while she was still fearful of the deadly creature , she believed him.

She believed that the silver haired man would defend her tooth and nail. She believed that he’d be there for her. 

And she also believed in the the men with him, all which assured her the same.

 Since that moment she’d been steadfast with her new resolve, not backing away despite the closer they drew to DIO, and even in spite of the taunting assurance of death she’d receive from his minions.

She was unwavering, showing courage, but even then he could see the linings beneath her eyes grow darker. 

She’d seemed so tired, that was until the mutt showed up...

He'd noticed that since the annoying dog had joined them she seemed much more well rested. 

She even seemed happier…

She smiled a lot more too...

She showed off that sweet grin more often that his heart was now uneasy, not knowing how much more of her it could take before it burst.

Her movements stopped entirely, her stroking hand laying over the dog's head, unmoving.

Iggy huffed, his little body buzzing with snores as he, too, fell into slumber.