(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.
“ I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I let you carry me...just this once,” she told him.
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Pairing: Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader | Word count : 1464
The silver-haired male stared at the young woman, his blue eyes finding themselves wandering to her so often that it had become noticeable to everyone else in the group, herself included.
In fact, it was now expected.
She was well aware of his trained eyes, but she kept quiet. For one, she didn't know where to begin, or how to confront him on the matter. There was that, and the fact that admittedly, she did like it, and wasn't too keen on making him stop.
She soaked up every bit of his attention she could get, a present bloom of soft pink plastered over her face as she tried to play down the smile on her face. And she couldn’t help the expression from forming, not having the power to control it.
‘He’s doing it again,’ She said to herself, excited of course.
She liked having the Frenchman's eyes glued to her, watching her like she was a moving masterpiece, a wondrous work of art that had somehow gained the ability to walk and venture freely.
It wasn't lecherous, nor off-putting, and she’d never felt as beautiful as when he looked at her,
‘Oh, Polnareff,’ she thought while sighing softly. 'Do you like me?' she wondered, 'Do you think I'm special?' she went on.
'Am I pretty to you?'
She wondered just what made him stare so much, 'Is there something about my face that's different? Is that good? Or is it bad?'
Swallowing thickly she inched closer, a nonchalant whistle blown to the side as she came just A bit closer, testing her luck.
Earlier, Hol Horse, the cheeky gunslinger had called her Honey as well as given her a flirty wink before he retreated, promising he'd be back for her later on.
'That sure set him off,' She mused, recalling the encounter.
She swears she saw the Frenchman turn his reddest, words that were foreign to her, but no doubt obscenities, flying out of his mouth as he chased the blonde out of sight, his stand aimed to draw blood.
She was tickled pink to see him defend her in such a way, protective over her, fighting off another man for even being suggestive with her.
She almost hoped he came back just to get the same rise out of the charming man.
"Ah, Polnareff?" she said softly, turning to him slowly, her (e/c) eyes meeting his just as she turned, a result of having him already gazing at her.
He instantly bloomed with soft pink, the color staining his pale skin cutely, almost innocently.
“Oh! Yeah?” He said caught off guard, slightly leering down towards her, eyes glued to the soft lips which moved right before him,
‘I was thinking we could share a room this time…’ She thought to herself, wanting to tell him, but having all the words knot up in her throat.
Hoarsely, and below her breath she muttered the request, grimacing as she let it out in the open, knowing just how it sounded.
“Huh? What was that?” he asked confused, looking completely at a loss, not having heard anything but incoherent huffs and short mutters.
“O-oh!...it was nothing important,” (f/n) said hurriedly, refusing to repeat herself, picking up her pace instead,
‘Maybe it’s better you weren’t listening!’ she reasoned with herself, shaking her head with defiance. ' I mean what was I thinking! ' she thought with a blazed face, ' I can't just go and ask something like that! ' she internally screamed.
‘But I mean, it’s not like I was planning to do anything either!’ she went on to convince herself. ‘ I was just thinking about budgeting...budgeting … cash…To save money!’
Seeing her face filled with worry, he heaved largely, shaking his head just as quickly as she was hers, catching up to her urgently, “Non, Non, Non, Ma chérie! Mon amour !” He said anxiously, “ I didn’t mean to ignore you...Honest, it wasn't deliberate,” he assured her.
He began to walk in front of her, taking backward steps while they continued to move, keeping up with the rest for the crew.
"You must believe me, " he added with sincerity.
‘Ah again with those names…’ She thought to herself, feeling her heart race, 'It doesn't help one bit!'
She wasn't fluent in the language, but she knew damn well what the little endearments meant,
' He's just flirty…he'd call any girl that,' she thought while trying not to stare at the beautiful man in front of her. She tried to take away from the lovely feeling she felt when he called her that by reasoning that it was just something he said to just about every woman he came in contact with.
'Oh come on! Then why else would he always gawk at you? 'Her inner voice rebelled. ' Why else would he call you that!'
'And he worries so much,' she added, 'He goes completely ballistic every time you're in danger,'
Much more, 'He hasn't even talked to another woman, much less stared at them for longer than a fraction of a second.'
All in all, he was completely devoted to her, something the (h/c) haired young woman had trouble processing.
But deep in her heart, she knew.
For just a moment, they stopped, and sweetly, he moved the (h/c) strands that obscured her face aside, " Please tell me, you seem troubled." He said with a low, murmur.
'Oh, what the hell, ' She thought while looking up at him (e/c) eyes putting him in a trance.
"I was wondering if, maybe...Polnareff would you share a room with me?" She asked, watching the question slowly fall onto him.
His eyes opened wide, and again his face glowed, a darker rouge covering his entire face, reaching his ears,
"(f/n)" He said swallowing thickly.
'Could this be just a dream?' He wondered.
"I mean, it's just... instead of having a room of my own, we could lower the cost by sharing one " She explained, though sounding bashful, that clearly not being the only reason to her offer.
"Maybe...we can also share a bed..." she added meekly.
Absentmindedly he pressed his index fingers together, " O-of course," he replied back, "It makes perfect sense to me," he told her.
“We could sleep together, that way...that way we can cover each other's backs,” he added chuckling nervously.
Agreeing, she smiled cutely.
‘Maybe i’ll have a nightmare,’ She thought to herself, ‘ And then I can crawl into those big, strong arms,’ She gushed, thinking of the scenario.
“What if it’s too cold?’ he wondered, ‘We might not have enough blankets, and I suppose we could cuddle... just to stay comfortable,’ He reasoned, wanting nightfall to come already.
She then seemed startled, staring wide-eyed at him, " We have to catch up!" she reminded him, pulling him by the wrist, hastily falling back in line with the rest of the travelers.
“Good Grief,” Jotaro muttered to himself, quickening his pace, not wanting to lag behind with the two, dreading being stuck between their insufferable flirting.
He’d rather have the old man ramble his ear off than go on another minute with the lovie-dovie saccharine behavior of the couple who weren't really a couple.
Who were ' just friends '
‘And what’s more annoying…’ He thought to himself, eyes discreetly trailing back to them to see the two touching hands, fingers twitching to take hold of each other.
They clearly wanted to touch…
They clearly wanted to do such more…
“Tch,” He clicked his teeth, the sound making his grandfather chuckle, “ Cute isn’t it? “ Joseph asked grinning, indiscreetly pointing his thumb back to the two trailing behind.
They wouldn't take notice any time soon because it wasn't like anything else really mattered to them at the moment, so why be coy?
“To be young and in love,” The Joestar added with a musing tone, thinking back to the moments in his own youth.
“It’s fucking annoying,” Kujo said lowly, something Kakyoin overheard and decided to butt into, his pace matching the other two men.
Giggling he put a hand on the tall brooding male’s shoulder, “Don’t tell me you’re jealous there Jotaro,”
A very small shiver went through Jotaro’s body, a tremor Noriyaki could feel, and gloated about just as it was released,
"Ohoho?" Kakyoin sounded playfully. “You are!” he added with mock surprise.
“ Jealous about what?” Jotaro grumbled, his hand pulling down his hat to obscure his face more.
"She's cute," Kakyoin pointed out, "Didn't you say tha-"
"Shut the hell up," Kujo said stiffly, his face burning with embarrassment, his long legs moving faster, escaping the two men aside him.
He mentioned it one time...Just once.
“We’re here,” he added with a huff, pointing his finger up to their Hotel. Laughing, the two males followed in suit.
