JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Pucci x Reader: "Heaven"

You had always been Dio's right hand man, though you were really more of a child at the time. He had discovered you at young age of 12, drawn to you by your remarkable stand powers, which you had since birth. Though your unusual abilities somewhat estranged you from others, cutting you off from the rest of the world, you refused to submit to his will. He would appear on your way to school, during recess, at night by your window, offering to end your misery, to make you more powerful than you could even imagine. But you always refused. He would disappear for months at a time before returning to pester you. But eventually his need became too great.

He stole you away from home on your 15th birthday, implanting a small flesh bud in your head and bending your mind to his own will. You fought for him, guarded him, obeyed every command. You were actually happy, if it was only because of his mind control. However, you were still you, still the naïve child you had been when he kidnapped you for his service.

For that was when you fell in love.

Not with Dio, of course not. You abided by your masters teasing and flirting, though you were his puppet and nothing more. No, it was through your servitude that you met the boy who would so often come to fill your dreams and fantasies. Pucci was the name Dio called him by, but you called him Enrico.

He was just a year older than you, but he was powerful, strong and silent. Something about his dark eyes bewitched you even more than Dio's powerful aura, something about the way that soft white hair contrasted with his chocolatey skin... he was unusual but alluring. For as long as you could, however, you kept your eyes on your master, your only concern should be pleasing him and him alone.

Yet every time Enrico glanced your way, spoke to you, fought alongside you, you felt that yearning in your heart beginning to grow. Of course, you knew he took no interest in you: he desired neither love nor power nor fame. His only motivation in life was his faith in his Lord Dio. That's what you believed.

"Enrico?" His ears perked up where he sat at his desk, studying some ancient scripture that was far beyond your comprehension. "Why do you believe in him?" He furrowed his eyebrows as he closed the book. Slowly he rose, turning around to grasp both your hands in his as his comforting touch calmed your anxious nerves.

"Why do you believe in him?" You were somewhat taken aback as his thumbs caressed the backs of your hands. You stammered for a moment before muttering:

"I must," He smiled down at you with that enchanting gaze as your breath caught in your throat.

"As must I. He is powerful, wise, fierce. I only wish for him to claim that which he rightfully deserves in this world. And you," he paused, looking down at your fragile hands in his protective grip. He stepped closer to you, and you froze in nervousness, feeling at any moment you would mess up, make an irreversible mistake. Yet as his eyes met yours again, All you could feel was that naïve longing. "I... You..." he struggled to form words as you nodded, your face inching closer to his.

Suddenly, he advanced, his hands firmly grasping ahold of your waist as he pressed his body against yours. Your palms steadied themselves against his chest as he slowly leaned in. You flinched as you finally felt his lips against yours. They were so warm, so soft and supple and soothing. You would have sighed at the the sheer relief you felt in knowing he felt the same, in knowing he welcomed your touch in his loving embrace, but your breath was frozen with excitement. Your hearts seemed to beat as one as he kissed you tenderly.

But after that, he was gone. His kiss had served only as a farewell and you both parted ways. You were torn by his departure. Why did he leave? Was it something you had done? Why would he give you you that one memory, so precious and intimate that it would haunt your thoughts for years to come, only to leave you wallowing in a puddle of emotions?