(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.
Personally, I see Giorno as a sweet child. I hate seeing characters who'd lost childhoods over shitty parents.
Those who hadn't had nurturing....It makes me want to smother them with love, whether they are fictional or not.
Word count : 1066
Anyways, nothing new. Should be easy to read and understand as far as reader inserts go.
Here, I'd like to imagine the reader not much older , but being motherly nonetheless.
Thank You
He’d gone from heavy pants to steady puffs, and he was proud of that achievement, hoping it was enough to settle the notable worry she’d shown when he’d suddenly slumped onto her unsuspecting figure.
The golden-haired teen laid his head on her shoulder, green eyes half-lidded as he strove to breathe calmly, trying to soothe the pain coursing within him with the goal of keeping his sounds of ache to a minimum.
He inwardly cursed, having tried to push himself off her as he heard her sound of surprise, but the second he had peeled himself off from her, her arm pulled him close, back to the same spot he had landed.
" Just relax alright," she said warmly, her strong hold of him mellowing as she released a shallow breath, focusing more on keeping herself balanced, making sure neither of them tumbled down.
" And quit moving so much," she chuckled, "I figured you'd be used to it by now..." She added with a shake to her head. “ So just let me help,”
" But you don't have to," he protested, "Golden wind can-"
‘You know you can count on me for anything,’ She thought to herself with certainty.
" I know," she said interrupting him, an exasperated sigh leaving her.
At the soft sound she made, he stopped squirming entirely, defeated at the battle of wills. And it hadn't taken much, just that small sigh of annoyance was enough to make him cave.
‘At this point I’ve heard just about every excuse you have,’ she spoke inwardly.
There wasn’t the concern of an enemy stand user anymore, so she felt at ease in taking the short break.
And besides, it wasn't like they could really move anywhere else with him all banged up.
She cared so much...there was no doubt about it.
She eased him down with her, slowly finding coziness on the concrete floor.
She was sure the rest of their crew would find them, it was only a matter of time.
' How you put up with the pain...it will always be a mystery to me, ' She thought to herself as she brought her eyes down to Giorno, watching him settle onto her, his head wordlessly placed onto her lap.
‘Well...that’s new,’ Surprised, she blinked in confusion.
Nonetheless, a joy-filled grin outstretched as she silently welcomed the level of comfort between them, no matter how much it came to a surprise.
‘It’s so rare...’ She thought to herself, ‘Seeing you like this...so small...so sweet and vulnerable,’ She added, her stand’s hand ghosting over his blonde hair, lightly petting him with the motion.
By then he’d become more open to having her come near, but it wasn’t common to have him literally crawl onto her, using her as a sort of pillow.
If she expected that from anyone it was Mista, the rather chummy male was known for doing the same, but, of course, with a cheeky grin present.
Much more, while Giorno accepted her help with gratefulness, he wasn’t one to ever ask for it.
He was the youngest of their crew, yet acted as though he were many years wiser.
‘It’s easy to forget you just a child... Still a boy despite everything...’ She went on, her (e/c) eyes seeing nothing but a boy.
Her hand slowly slid up and down his left arm with short caresses in order to ease him as other hands belonging to her manifested stand went to work.
He could feel her hand's heat through his long sleeve, as well as all the warmth she had in her heart transferred through that single touch.
At that moment, he couldn't help but wonder when was the last time he'd ever truly been held.
Had his mother ever held him?
Even as an infant, did she ever cradle him like (f/n) bothered to now?
...Like (f/n) had so many times before, without a shred of hesitance.
‘ Even just once …’ He wondered.
All he remembers were lonely nights, darkness surrounding him as he was left alone. He recalls staring at what he knew was the direction of the bedroom door, hoping a familiar silhouette would appear, saving him from the terrors that would lurk around him, the ones his young hyper-imaginative mind would conjure.
And then he left home, leaving no words of departure, knowing they weren't needed.
He recalls growing older, learning to live with the creatures, having become more accustomed to having them near in place of the woman. Aside from that he’d quickly learned the outside world was the place where the real monsters roamed, free to walk around, infecting their home with poison.
His mother didn’t care, and neither did his stepfather.
Truthfully, he’d always hoped that somewhere in the deepest crevasses of his mind existed a hidden memory of her holding him, even though he knew it was unlikely. And he knew he shouldn’t dwell in the past, because in the end it did nothing but harm him. He didn’t like thinking of those memories, but every time (f/n) so much as looked at him with her warm (e/c) eyes he knew were full of care, he couldn't help but overthink.
"Hey….(f/n)?" He said quietly, feeling warmth over his wounds which were no doubt healing.
" ...Yeah?" She answered back, barley uttering the word, more focused on his injuries, working her power through some leftover bruises he hadn't bothered to mention.
Unfortunately she couldn’t do the same for herself, leaving him to patch her up, not being able to give the same type of comfort.
Her healing came painlessly, always leaving him with warm fuzziness coursing through him via the touch, something which he was certain was a lot more pleasant than his own version of healing.
All he could do was offer her an apologetic smile in return, truly sorry for having to put her through any more pain.
'I could never repay you,' he thought to himself, 'Not after everything you've done for me,'
"...Thank you," he said with a small murmur, his expression soft while a shy smile rose from him. He felt his face glow with warmth as his arms circled her waist, very loosely hanging over them.
“Thank you...I...I really...” He felt his throat begin to close, and swallowing down hard, he airily chuckled instead, “Thank you (f/n). I'm truly grateful for everything you've done for me,” He told her instead.
It was so simple, yet so difficult to do...
Could he every really bring himself to tell her..? Could he ever just say he loved her?
He heard her release a soft breath, an exhale from her nose that was evidence of amusement.
‘What if I don’t get to?’ he wondered, his heart tightening at the idea, ‘What if...’ for a moment his hold tightened at the mere thought of losing her.
“Giorno...” he heard her mutter, not being able to make out any of the other words, deciding it best to close his eyes, entrusting her as he dropped his defenses.
“I’m not going anywhere,” She said with certainty, her (e/c) eyes lovingly falling over the softened features of his calmed face.
