Title: "Love"

Pairing: (yandere) Polnareff x reader

A/n: Thanks for reading, commenting, and voting!

Warning: this does get steamy but there aren't any details, it's just implied for the most part.

M/n = male name

Word Count: 2269

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It's been a week since you were defeated by the Stardust Crusaders and freed from Dio's mind control. Since then, you've sworn allegiance to their cause, vowing to help them vanquish Dio and save Jotaro's mother (who you have never even met).

For the most part, everyone was very welcoming when you switched sides, albeit Jotaro was standoffish and they did take time to fully trust you.

Polnareff and Kakyoin were very open with you from the start, seeing as they had been under Dio's spell before. They sympathized with your predicaments and you with theirs.

Now, you are close with each member of the group, having earned their trust many times over.

In particular, Polnareff has grown extremely fond of you.

Every chance he gets, he is by your side. Whether it be sitting next to you, walking beside you, or requesting to share a room with you.

When this behaviour started, you didn't really give it much thought. He simply liked your presence, and you certainly didn't mind his.

As the journey goes on, though, you are beginning to feel crowded by the Frenchman. He never lets you do anything without him (apart from using the restroom), claiming that it's for your own protection.

Currently, you're trying not to get angry at the white-haired male as he gives you a lecture on sticking close to the group until Dio is defeated.

"For the last time, Polnareff, I am not a child. You cannot continue treating me as such," you manage to say calmly, fixing cold eyes upon his.

He flounders, "I know you're not an enfant, cherie! I just want to keep you safe! You understand, don't you?"

His eyes contain hurt, as if he's insulted that you think that he thinks you are a kid. At his last statement, you think for a moment. You realize that you're being a bit unfair.

After all, when the team 'lost' Avdol, Polnareff was inconsolable and started really keeping an eye on you. He lost his sister as well, undoubtedly giving him some abandonment issues.

You sigh and gently rest you hand on his arm, "I understand, Polly, but I need space to breathe sometimes. You can't keep suffocating me because you're scared I'll get hurt. I can take care of myself."

Before he can argue further, you walk out the hotel door, "I'm going for a walk, alone. I'll be back later. You guys can eat without me. Can you tell the others for me?"

He watches you walk away without looking back, "Okay."

Turning, he goes to the rest of the group.

"Where's Y/n?" Joseph asks, handing the Frenchman a key.

"She went for a walk, she said she'll be back for later and to eat without her," he tells them, his usual smile gone.

Avdol notices his dour demeanour, "Are you alright, Polnareff?"

"Of course," he nods and forces a smile. 

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As you walk, you keep checking your surroundings to ensure that you're not being followed. With no enemy Stand users in sight, you relax immensely, enjoying the peace.

After a time, you return to the hotel and head straight to the restaurant. You sit at the bar, placing your order and waiting.

Your thoughts rest upon the subject of Polnareff.

It's no secret that he feels something towards you, seeing as he flirts relentlessly and calls you pet names. But, how do you feel about him?

He's honourable, kind, sweet... the list of wonderful things goes on and on. Even if he is a bit clingy, his good qualities overthrow that.

You respect him, and he seems to reciprocate your mutual bond of respect and trust. Out of all the others, you're closest with him, but is that simply because he never leaves you alone?

Sighing, you sip your drink idly as someone sits beside you.

You pay the man no attention, going so far as to tilt away from him. You're not in the mood for company, especially a stranger's.

"Hey, baby. How about I buy you a drink?"

Not wanting to be entirely rude, you shake your head, "No thank you. I have one already."

"I can buy you another, if you want," he grins.

He's not bad looking and he appears to be around your age. His smile is easygoing and you don't feel threatened by him at all.

Your lips twitch into a small smile, "We'll see."

Taking the opportunity, he introduces himself and strikes up conversation. You talk with him, actually enjoying yourself.

Your food arrives and so does his. As you eat, you continue conversing, mainly about yours and his home countries.

The meal is over and you smile cheekily, "I suppose I could have another drink."

"It would be my pleasure to buy you one," he chuckles and gets the waiter's attention.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain Frenchman has been observing the whole encounter since the beginning, his rage growing by the minute. Seeing another man flirt with you and make you smile fills him with burning jealousy.

How dare that stranger try to take you away from him!

You thank the man for the drink and move closer to him, excited that this night is going so well.

Polnareff barely suppresses a growl as you lean playfully against the handsome stranger. He can't just stand by and do nothing.

Determined, he approaches the bar.

You look up in surprise as Polnareff makes an appearance. Inside, you wish wouldn't ruin your unofficial 'date'.

Unfortunately, he comes right to you with a false smile, "Hey, Y/n!"

"Who's this?" M/n asks.

"This is Polnareff. He's in my travel group," you say, dying on the inside.

Why is he cock-blocking you?! Don't you deserve some fun after all you've been through?

"Pol, this is M/n," you finish the introduction, trying to silently tell Polnareff to go away.

Your attempts go unnoticed by both parties as the buff Frenchman seats himself beside you.

"So, where have you been?" Polnareff questions you, losing some of his joviality.

Narrowing your eyes, you respond, "I told you, I went on a walk around town. Didn't you eat already?"

He shrugs, "I'm thirsty so I thought I'd get a drink. Is that a crime?"

M/n seems to pick up on your irritation, no doubt experiencing some of his own. "I think we were actually going to take this elsewhere, right, Y/n?"

You nod, thankful to M/n, "Yeah. See you tomorrow, Pol."

He watches you leave, grinding his teeth as you slip your hand into M/n's.

He won't let you slip through his fingers like this, and he especially won't let that stranger touch you when he himself hasn't laid hands on you yet.

Standing, he follows a safe distance behind, anger fuelling his actions.

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M/n leads the way to his room, which is stationed on the opposite side of the hotel from the rest of your group's.

He grins and opens the door for you.

You waste no time and enter the clean room with confidence before turning to M/n. Before you can do anything, M/n drops to the ground, eyes shut.

Confused, you crouch down and examine him. He's still alive.

Is this the work of an enemy Stand?

"Mon amour," a husky voice answers your unspoken query.

Looking up, your startled eyes meet Polnareff's.

"What the hell?!" You leap to your feet and glare at the larger man. "What did you do?!"

"He's alright, I simply knocked him unconscious, not that you should care."

He steps over M/n's sleeping form, moving closer to you. You step back, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed.

"I shouldn't care? Of course I care, he's innocent! Unless you have proof he was an enemy Stand user..."

He makes a tsk sound and leans closer to you, too close for comfort. "I had to deal with him, amoureux. He was coming between us."

You instinctively bring your hands up and try to push him away. He doesn't budge as a smirk taints his soft pink lips.

"Pol, you're scaring me," you feel trapped.

That statement seems to snap him out of his odd behaviour, at least a bit. He backs off of you and lets you pass him.

"You shouldn't have done that, Jean Pierre Polnareff," you scold, angry and a bit frightened. "We're not dating or anything. I'm allowed to do whatever I want in my spare time."

Your words simply add fuel to his angry flame, "Do I have to teach you, ma cherie, that you're mine and no one else's?"

He gently trails his hand across your shoulders before gripping your arm tightly. Eyes wide, you are dragged alongside the Frenchman to your shared room.

"Let me go!"

He ignores your protests, locking the door behind him as he finally releases you.

Your Stand appears, ready to battle it out, "Is this the work of an enemy? What's happening?!"

He chuckles, Silver Chariot at the ready. "It's not an enemy, ma chere Y/n."

You stare at him blankly.

"I love you, Y/n. I love you so much! I couldn't let some other man take you away from me."

"I'm not yours, Polnareff. I don't belong to anyone!" You refute, "Now move, I'm not spending the night anywhere near you!"

"Tsk, no can do, l'amour. I'm not letting you leave until I prove my love," he moves closer to you.

While you're distracted, he uses Silver Chariot to restrain your weaker Stand. You can't move as terror strikes you.

"Don't," your voice shakes, "Polly, don't do this."

He ignores you pleas, slowly melding his lips to yours. Tears flow down your cheeks and he swipes them away with a caring touch. He rests his forehead against yours, "I won't do anything you don't want. You can't tell me you don't like this."

You tilt away from him, "Polnareff, you have to know this isn't right! I'm sorry if I've lead you on, but-"

"I know you feel the same way that I do," he says again, gaze hardening. "You were going to sleep with that man when you'd only just met! I love you, Y/n. Surely that means something to you!"

Ashamed, you can't stop the waterworks. "This is different. You're trying to control me."

"I only want to protect you. I love you, amoureux. Only you."

He kisses your cheek, and you'd be lying if you said you hated the action. But, you hate how he's acting as if you don't get a say.

"Just because you may love someone, doesn't mean you can attack someone they show an interest in! You're acting crazy."

Again, his gaze hardens. "You don't understand."

"No, I don't. You need to let me go, Polnareff," you feel like he's caving in. Maybe you can talk him out of this foolishness.

His grip on you tightens, "I love you. It might take awhile but I know you'll learn to love me back."

"Let me go."

"I could never do that, Y/n." His hands trail down your back, "Please give me a chance. I know you won't regret it and if you do, I promise I will leave you alone. Just give us a chance."

He looks pleadingly into your eyes, which are now devoid of tears. Is he giving you options or is this a trick?

He releases you and steps back, expressing his desperation on his handsome face. Silver Chariot also releases your own Stand.

Earlier in the day, weren't you thinking about how you would consider Polnareff as a romantic partner?

But, he's acting crazy.

But, he loves you.

But, he attacked M/n.

But, he's usually so sweet.

Conflicted, you don't move. What should you do?

He waits patiently, terrified that you'll reject him.

You come to a decision, albeit, a very controversial one.

"I'll give it a chance, but you cannot repeat what happened tonight. If you hurt anyone else, I'll leave you," you state, still a bit uncertain.

A huge smile brightens his face, "I won't. Je ne peux pas exprimer à quel point je suis heureux!"

You can't help but feel happy that he's so excited.

He approaches you, less menacingly this time, and wraps his arms around your smaller frame. You look into his eyes, not seeing any ill intent.

"If you don't want to-" he begins.

You brings your hands to rest against his defined abs, "I want to, Jean. I... trust you."

Just don't let me down.

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[Bonus]

You wake up in his arms, warm and comforted. His hair is uncharacteristically down, creating a truly gorgeous scene.

Last night had been passionate and unrestrained and you definitely feel the after effects.

Polnareff wakes up, peppering you with kisses before you both pack your things and head off to meet the others.

You wince as you walk, trying to ignore the subtle ache as you greet the Crusaders.

"Good morning," you smile shyly.

Mr. Joe star's eyes widen and he begins to laugh. Avdol chuckles and so does Kakyoin. Jotaro smirks the tiniest bit.

You frown, "What's funny?"

"You finally got lucky, huh, Polnareff?" Mr. Joestar grins.

A hot blush attacks your face as the Frenchman snakes an arm around your shoulder. You turn to see him also blushing furiously.

Then, you realize what gave it away: the purplish splotches that mar his white skin.

You must have twice the amount of hickeys on your own skin.

Tugging at your shirt collar, you push past the chuckling men, "Shut up!"