Hallo!! I saw ur requests were open and I was hoping I could b ur first anon :3 If you can, I want a polnareff x m!reader who's super feminine to the point they get mistaken for a girl. I need this to be TOOTH ROTTINGLY sweet fluff. Pls and thank you❤️
- 👾 anon
Aaaahhh my first anon, I hope I did this justice! I hope it was sweet enough for you ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
~ꨄ My Beautiful Boy ꨄ~
ʚPolnareff x Male Reader ɞ
ʚ Fluff / Sfw ɞ
ʚ Cw: none, slight hurt/comfort? idk why that's just what happened lol ɞ
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The hot, setting sun, painted the sky a bright orange above you and your group. Your once nice oversized sweater now dirtied from the events of the day. You and your friends exhausted, tired, and scraped up from your encounter with some stand users.
Rest and food are now the only thought crossing everyones mind, after a long day of traveling and fighting.
You and your boyfriend walking together behind the pack, as your bag hangs loosely on your arm. Your boyfriend notices your heavy eyelids, and automatically reaches for your bag.
"Here Mon Cheri! Let your strong, french boyfriend get your bag for you." Polnareff says showing off his bicep, causing a small laugh from you.
For Polnareff this was normal, he never stopped trying to get you to smile or laugh even if the group hated it. He would constantly leave the group groaning, and cringing at his lovesick words that you wholeheartedly adored.
Happily you pull down your heavy bag, and hand it over to him.
You watch as he pulls the strap up to his shoulder with ease like it weighs nothing, before reaching down and grabbing your hand in his.
"Alright everyone we're coming up to the hotel now. " Joseph stops in his tracks to face everyone.
"Y/n, go ahead and get us checked in... Avdol and myself will go find us a decent place to go eat... I can't fight another person on an empty stomach." Joseph chuckles, handing you his card.
"On it!" you say happily taking his card. All you can think about is how a nice, hot, steaming shower is gonna feel on your sore muscles.
Kakyoin, and Jotaro follow behind as you enthusiastically strut into the hotel. Your hand interlocked with Polnareff's, as he happily walks beside you. Your arms lightly swing back and forth, until you quickly reach the desk. The woman looks up at you from her computer.
"Helloo! We have a reservation under, Joseph Joestar. " your voice comes out a little more high pitched than you intended, but you just smile at her from across the wooden desk.
"Oh ok. Let me check right away miss...yes I see it right here let's get you all checked in..Do you have a card ma'am?" she asks innocently, and unknowingly, giving you a bright smile.
"Oh.." Your eyes no longer heavy as they widen.
"I-I'm... I'm not a.. " Your voice is quiet but deeper now. Her comments causing you to completely freeze up for a moment unable to spit out a sentence. Your face starts burning as a crimson blush creeps its way onto it.
You turn to look at your friends, embarrassment eating at you. Jotaro's hat is tilting down covering most of his face as he avoids looking up, and Kakyoin has his face deep in his book obviously pretending he didn't hear anything, which gives you little relief.
Of course you'd get mistaken for a woman. You're not really one to ever hide your feminine side, you simply just like the aesthetics. It's one of the things that captivated Polnareff when you two first met.
It could've been your soft, glossy hair that framed your face perfectly. Or your outfit, the oversized lavender sweater hiding the masculine form underneath, with baggy jeans embroidered down one side.
Could've been the nice jewelery you have on simply because it matched your outfit.
More than anything, it was likely the tall, muscular, french man standing next to you, with your hand in his. His giant, towering frame besides your much smaller frame definitely 'out man's' you. Not that either of you care or have ever thought about it that way.
Well until now...
You look up at him, obviously flustered...
He picks up on your embarrassment instantly, and doesn't waste another second defending you.
"Are you blind? Open your eyes! This here is no lady!" Polnareff exclaims dramatically, placing a hand on his chest as if he'd been wounded.
At this point Kakyoin and Jotaro move to the opposite side of the room, trying to ignore Polnareffs theatrics. The receptionists eyes widen when she looks over at you again, realizing her mistake.
"Oh! I'm so sorry sir.. I didn't mean t-" she's cut off when Polnareff raises his large hand, signaling her to stop talking.
"No apologies, I understand the confusion...His...elegant, unique beauty is capturing, no? How can a man..besides myself, be so beautiful? " He chuckles, throwing an arm around your shoulders, your face blushing even more red if that was even possible.
The whole interaction comes to a close when Jotaro's obviously irritated voice cuts through the room.
"Good grief, just get us those damn rooms Polnareff. " Jotaro grumbles, leaning on the wall.
After that there's an awkward exchange, the receptionist finishes checking you guys in, apologizing again before you guys leave to your rooms.
You and polnareff enter your shared hotel room. Polnareff immediately dropping into the bed letting out a big sigh. Once the door closes behind you, you stay lost in your thoughts for a moment.
"Y/n? Mon amour? Are you alright? " your boyfriend questions breaking you from your thoughts when he notices a slight look of sadness on your face.
"Yeah.. I-I'm ok..I just need a shower and some rest. That's all. " You sigh, giving him a half smile. Before he can say anything else you rush into the restroom with your bag.
The shower gives you some warm comfort. The hot water relaxing every tense muscle in your body, finally feeling yourself at ease. Yet your mind still lingering on the conversation with the receptionist.
Miss? ... Ma'am?
The words repeating in your head even as you step out and wrap yourself in a towel. You stand in front of the steamed mirror your breath slightly catching in your throat.
You wipe away the fog with your hand watching the mirror slowly unblur, revealing your reflection. A reflection that now leaves you feeling a bit perplexed.
You decide not to let it eat at you as you slip into some jeans and a loose fitting half top. You look at your hair in your reflection, breathing heavy through your nose before digging your brush out from your bag.
Before you can even bring the brush to your head there's a knock on the bathroom door.
"Jean? " you question, raising an eyebrow when you see him standing in doorway.
"Please allow me amour, as you can see Im great with hair. " he gestures to his hair, you can't help but smile. He takes your hand and leads you to the bed where he sits, and pats the bed for you to join him. You oblige and he begins slowly brushing through you hair, carefully brushing out the tangles to not hurt you.
"Jean? .. Do you think.. " you pause for a moment, pink slowly appearing on your cheeks again. You inhale before quietly questioning him.
"Do you think Im too-.. "
"No!..Stop. Mon ange, you are not too anything. " He cuts you off.
"That receptionist is an idiot! " he declares already knowing your question. You turn to look at him, amusement and disbelief on your face.
"Jean! " you reply, a small scoff escaping your throat.
"Anyone that causes Mon ange, to doubt anything about himself is an idiot. That is simply the truth. " he replies crossing his arms on his chest.
"She called me miss.. and ma'am? .. Look at how I'm dressed. " your hand gesturing up and down your body, before gesturing to your jewelry.
"I'm just asking.. I don't know.. Should I cut my hair shorter?.. Grow some facial hair? Or maybe wear something more.. Masculine? " you ask your voice sounding unsure.
This causes the biggest gasp from your boyfriend, as if you've greatly insulted him.
"Listen to me mon cher.." One of his large hands lays gently on your shoulder, the other he uses to run his fingers through your wet hair.
"Your hair?..It is perfect. Your style?.. It is magnificent.. Your face?.. It was crafted by the angels themselves..." His hands now move to cup your face ever so carefully as if he's scared to hurt you. Your face now burning a bright red up to your ears.
"Everything about you..is absolutely perfect! There's no need to change anything because of the words of a fool! " he exclaims leaning close to you.
"Now if you simply wanted to change yourself by YOUR own preference. I would not oppose. I'll find you alluring..no matter how my pretty boyfriend chooses to present himself." He says flirtatiously, his mouth curling to a smirk.
"Jean.." You reply, suddenly becoming shy.
"Hush!.. Besides I know all too well.. I Jean Pierre Polnareff have amazing, flawless taste.. You, my beautiful boy, are flawless. " this earns a laugh from you which makes him smile even bigger.
"Perfect exactly the way you are! Mm.." He starts peppering soft kisses all over your face, as you try to move your face from his.
"Jean! stop! " You laugh, playfully pushing him away.
"Mon dieu! You don't want love from the greatest, lover to ever exist!? "
You guys both freeze and look at each other for a moment before you start laughing together.
Minutes go by, your laughter now settling, allowing you two to share a quiet moment before you speak up.
"How did I get so lucky, to end up with a man like you? "
"I can ask you the same thing, Mon amour. "
He stares deep into your bright eyes, your eye lids heavy from tiredness. Your heart beat speeding up is the only sound you hear as he slowly leans in close to you..
"Hey! Quit making out and get your asses to dinner already! We been waiting for you two idiots forever! " there's banging on the door, making you both jump. Joseph's loud irritated voice shouting from the other side.
"We better go before his temper gives him a stroke! " you laugh as he jumps up from the bed extending his hand out for you.
You two head off to dinner with the group, listening to Joseph rant about some random bullshit encounter he had with someone who pissed him off.
Polnareff quietly admires you as you listen into Joseph's chaotic ranting, before whispering to himself.
"Just perfect.. "
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A/N: it's not fully proofread so I apologize if there's any mistakes. 😭 but I hope you like it. 🫶✨
