JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Polnareff x Reader: "Je t'aime"

He certainly was an interesting character...

Jean Pierre Polnareff. When you were under the influence of Dio's flesh bud, he was the only one who had been able to defeat you. Your range was too large for Star Platinum, too strong for Hierophant Green, and as for Hermit Purple... well, Mr. Joestar's stand wasn't very effective to begin with. Avdol was out of commission at the time, so Silver Chariot was the only one left to outsmart your moves.

That was why he was so interesting: he was the biggest idiot you had ever met. His ingenious tactics had left you gasping for breath as blood spilled from your side, yet, the first thing you saw when you regained consciousness after they had removed you from Dio's control was his awkward and panicked face.

"Mademoiselle! Please, please pardon me, are you well?!" he stroked your cheek frantically as you gazed into his striking blue eyes. You tried to ask what had happened, to stand and question the group, however, you were far too weak as he held your down to the bed. "Please, rest yourself for just a minute, please,"

His true colors began to show when you agreed to travel with them to Cairo, to confront the man who had enslaved you, to end his reign of terror and bloodshed. You expected it to be a long and harrowing journey, but thanks to Pol, the trip was quite enjoyable.

As your injury began to heal, he made sure to treat you like a delicate damsel, bringing you gifts and sweets, flattering you with seemingly empty compliments. Of course, Mr. Joestar warned you that he was the kind of man to "think with his crotch", but you couldn't help but be charmed by his soft words. However, he made sure that you were properly healed up before he began to joke around with you. You laughed at his stupid comments, his silly impressions, his bathroom catastrophes. And each time you encountered an enemy, the two of your worked together to outsmart you foe.

You had just reached the shores of Oman, and you and Pol decided to roam the town while the other three checked into the hotel. The sun was just setting, and a chilly breeze began to flow in from the sea. However, your body flushed with warmth as Polnareff slipped his fingers into yours, his firm forearm rubbing against you as you walked. The marketplace was just beginning to liven up as vendors lit their lanterns and crowds began to rush in on the dinner hour. It became harder for you to remain by Polnareff's side as the mob pushed you back and forth, but he firmly pulled your from the commotion towards a booth.

"Look, (y/n)!" You glanced where he was pointing. It was a simple scarf, though the fabric was quite elaborate and decorated. You looked back at him questioningly as he lifted one of the scarves up to your clothes. "You would look quite beautiful wearing one of these, no?" You giggled and shook your head at his eagerness.

"Polnareff, I don't need anything like that! And Mr. Joestar told us that we should only use the money for emergencies," You tried to draw him away from the dealer, but you tugged you into his embrace. You gasped as your face buried in his chest and he slid his palms up and down your arms. You shivered at his touch.

"Ma cherie, you are so cold! I think that is enough of an emergency," He grinned cheekily as he withdrew his wallet.

"Polnareff," You whined as he playfully wrapped the scarf around your shoulders. A small blush came across his cheeks as he inspected your form. "Beautiful..."

Of course, this was generally what happened when you went out on the town together: he would buy you a gift, treat you to ice cream or some other local desert, maybe go sight-seeing. The sun had finally set beyond the horizon when you sat down on a bench near the sea. The waters were calm and still, their shimmering surface reflecting the blazing stars like a flawless mirror. You couldn't help but sigh as you leaned into Polnareff's shoulder, taking a spoonful of whatever sort of sugary porridge he had purchased for you. You moaned as the sweet and fruity substance melted on your mouth, and noticed Polnareff stiffen slightly. As you looked up at his face, you were immediately struck by his sparkling blue eyes, but shook off your momentary excitement as you scooped another spoonful of the sugary goop.