What kind of hugs do you think the Stardust Crusaders give? 🥺
Not sure if you meant platonic or romantic so I put some of both :>
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🌟Jotaro🌟
• You'd probably have to be rather close for him to hug you, and he'd probably rather have you initiate.
• He's 100% not a PDA person and kinda of in his emo phase so if he hugged you it would be in private
• I feel like he'd be a surprisingly good hugger after the awkwardness passed
• If you initiated and you were close he'd probably tense up a bit before awkwardly hugging back
• After that he'd probably ask for them rarely putting his head on your shoulder
• I feel like if he felt needy he would end up hugging too hard and apologizing very awkwardly
• His hugs would be surprisingly nice, I feel like he would be rather warm
• Would probably bury his face in your neck if you were dating when cuddling alone
• Emo
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🍒Kakyoin🍒
• I feel he'd be awkward but would be more approachable for that
• My homeboy hasn't had much experience in the friend department mkay leave my guy alone
• He'd be awkward with PDA but more willing to give you a side hug or straightup cuddle alone in a bro way when watching movies
• He wouldn't know where or how to put his hands when you first hugged him and would be rather nervous
• I feel like he'd be secretly touch starved
• He'd be very chill with cuddling when watching movies or stuff like that but wouldn't really do it around people
• Tbh I feel he'd be rather awkward but would get the hang or it soon enough
• He would probably hug you a lot when dating when there aren't many people around
• Not hugging but I feel like he'd offer his arm for you nervously when walking around if dating bc he's a polite boy (gentleman)
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✈️Joseph✈️
• This man has no shame
• He would bear hug you and crush your organs in front of everyone without a care in the world
• Would tackle-hug you after not seeing you for a long time
• If you're Jotaro's age he would ruffle your hair too
• Would probably treat you as a second grandkid
• Lifts you up
• Very warm hugs (ignore the crushed ribcage)
• My silly banned from seven airline companies man
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🥐Polnareff🥐
• Another one with zero shame
• Would give zero fucks if there were people present
• Swings you in circles
• Tight hugs but not rib-crushing like our guy Joseph here
• Makes a fucking spectacle
• PDA fan
• If you are dating he will pick you up and kiss round your face while saying french shit you dont understand because french isn't a real language BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT-
• Biiiiiiiig cuddle fan
• Turns into a fucking octopus wrapping around you
• Baguette
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🔥Avdol🔥
• His hugs would be so nice just bdbrnrbfn
• I feel like he'd feel very fatherly
• And caring
• jdbdnfbfnnfn
• Very warm hugs, man's a human heater
• Comfy
• Makes you feel safe easily with em
• It wouldn't be rib crushing or light, just perfect like that house stealing goldilocks bi-
ahhh thank you so much, that means a lot!! could i perhaps request some stardust crusaders comfort for loss/grief? platonic would be preferred, hugs/cuddles are fine and maaaybe like forehead kisses but nothing further. thank you so much it means a lot and i love your writing!!! :DDD sorry if thats a lot to ask too LOL
⋆.˚♡⸝⸝ how they comfort you when grieving
─── joseph j. + jotaro k. + noriyaki k. + jean p.
c.w. mentions of death, gender neutral reader, fluffy stuff, both young and old joseph
note. this’ll be my last jjba request and post for a while cause i’m not as passionate abt it as i was a few years ago. i’m not sure when i’ll get this out but i hope you enjoy and sorry for the bad news 😞 but i really hope you enjoy and sorry for taking so long.
jotaro is usually a lot nicer to you than he is with others but not to the point where it seems like you’re getting special treatment or that he’s grown fond of you, but rather as a fellow companion if that makes sense. though when he catches wind of your recent loss of a loved one, his actions while subtle go a long way.
he’s not one for physical affection so a hug or anything more would mostly not happen, but he shows his care in the form of acts of service. helping you when ever he can in any given situation—a fight, food, silently offering to take over for you in whatever you’d been doing. small things—things that most of the team wouldn’t pick up on unless they watched his every move.
and he never babies you, not his style. especially when he views you as more than capable. he’d see babying you as a form of belittlement.
joseph is a bit more hands on than jotaro and tends to be a bit more teasing than the others but that doesn’t mean he can’t be serious when the situation calls for it. his usual teasing nature is out on the back burner when he hears of the news or sees the noticeable shift in you demeanor and body language. gently he offers a shoulder for you to lay on if ever you needed it.
not trying to overstep especially at such a time. he’d also spoil you some—a lot more noticeable to the others than with the former. making sure you’re well fed, you don’t have too much on your shoulders, and he refuses to let you fight claiming you’ve got a lot on your mind so let him handle it. you also don’t really have a choice even if you insist.
if you with old joseph, he treats you more like a daughter to him. but if you’re with young joseph—i mean you’d be treated as a friend regardless but it’s more prominent here due to the two of you most likely being around the same age. either way he’s still understanding especially having dealt with loss himself.
kakyoin feels more a bit more timid in his approach to comfort, but not too much. of course he’s not going to smother you with affections but he’s also not going to leave you feeling cold and alone. he’ll hug you when he feels the situation calls for it but most times he’ll just stay by your side in hopes that his presence comforts you in someway. and if he notices it does even just a bit, he’s more than happy.
he might also do tasks for you if he feels you need rest or a break of some kind but not to an excessive amount. he focuses a lot more on being there for you because he feels like that’s what you need most in this situation. never straying too far or always making sure you’re within at most a foot of a distance from him.
polnareff is a nice balance. yes, while sometimes i think he can be overbearing he means well. making sure you’re never left to your lonesome but giving you privacy when the moment calls for it. while also hugging you when he feels you need it most and maybe even occasionally giving you a quick forehead kiss.
he tries to take your mind off it in order to cheer you up and make you feel a bit better, but never to the point where you’d forget. and due to his perceptive nature he knows when too much is literally too much and lessens his actions for your comfort.
Request: Can i request the stardust crusaders with a s/o who loves/is super close with iggy~~~ HAHAHA (iggy is my BABY) I'll do anything, please!!! I love reading your works!!!! Also, I'm going on anon bc my ass is shy LOL
Note: Hello! Sorry for the long hiatus but i’m back! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy!
gender neutral reader
Jotaro
We all know that this man knows what’s it’s like to prefer the company of animals over people, but did you have to bond with the ankle-biter.
You help the little shit steal food, but he thinks the way you smile and giggle as you “sneak” around is cute enough to ignore the left overs going missing.
After every thing in Egypt, he goes on a hunt for a puppy that resembles your fallen companion to help you cope.
Kakyoin
He finds your closeness with Iggy absolutely adorable.
He often is very willing to give you his table scraps for you to feed to Iggy later on.
While he himself is not very fond of the little beast, he’s willing to entertain your love for him.
Polnareff
He resents this beast from hell for all his antics. However i also like to headcannon Pol as needy for your attention, so he also hates the mutt for stealing some of your love from him.
Obviously as time goes in he slowly hates Iggy less and less, but refuses to show it.
Though, he still slyly puts his table scraps in the bag you keep for Iggy thinking you don’t notice.
Not because he like the dog, but because your love for him is just so god damn cute.
Joseph
He is like a more enthusiastic version of Kakyoin.
He absolutely loves that you have formed a bond with this unique little stand user.
Of course he gives you his left overs from dinner for Iggy if you ask; hell, he’ll order the pup his own steak if you bat your laches enough.
Avdol
He absolutely admires you for taking on the hefty role of being a safe person for this poor animal.
Sometimes, late at night when he can’t sleep, he just watches and smiles at you and Iggy cuddled together in peaceful slumber, and it helps him to feel that same peace.
He is more on the route of buying food specifically for Iggy when at stops where you can find dog food.
Headcanons that make Polnareff a casual toucher. There's no subliminal intentions, just the need for touches. He just touches everyone's shoulders, arms, backs, thighs, wherever he can to be closer without sexual intention. To ground both himself and the other. Where he's a huge hugger and even the most touch adverse is okay with it because "That's just Polnareff."
Summary: Just a few of my thoughts on Polnareff's life (I have more just wanted to put this bit to start)
Content: JJBA part 3 spoilers (Sherry, deaths), JJBA part 5 spoilers (in regard to Stands, the Boss, Polnareff's ending), kinda just general thoughts about polnareff's life, its angsty
Word Count: 470+
A/N: I've had these thoughts in my mind for a while now and it was my intention to write a little drabble in regard to them, but I feel like that might never happen so I would like the put them out there and if I do end up writing the drabble/one-shot, then perfect! two fics lol. I hope you all enjoy!
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Polnareff raised Sherry
Their mom died when Sherry was a baby and Polnareff was really young
Their father was never truly in the picture
Just barely there enough to keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs
Until he left them all together leaving Polnareff the sole caretaker of Sherry
He spent most of his life working
He didn’t care about his education enough to decline a shift or seek higher education
All he cared about was making sure he could keep their house and keep Sherry fed, clothed, and as happy as she could be
He poured his whole life into taking care of her
So when she died, it broke him
He left heartbroken
He felt lost
Just completely and utterly alone
He thought of nothing else besides getting revenge on the person who hurt her and took her from him
So when he finally gets his revenge, he feels lost again
Alone
So he poured his heart and energy into this fight against DIO
But when DIO is defeated
And everyone goes their separate ways
He begins to feel lost and alone once more
A drift with nowhere to go
We know he went back home to France,
but I think he didn’t even step inside his childhood home
It would be too painful
So I think he travels around the world under the guise of “finding other Stand Users”
Maybe to train them
Maybe to make sure they don’t use their power for evil
But he really has no purpose in life after everything is said and done
Going back to school?
Getting a job?
No
No that’s just not on the table anymore
He can’t just sit still anymore
So when he finds out about the Stand Arrows
He latches onto that thread and follows it as far as it goes
It doesn’t matter that it brings him toe to toe with Diavolo
It doesn’t matter that his body is broken
It doesn’t matter his friend left him in Italy with no hope of escape
Because he can now pour his life and soul into stopping some grand evil once more
And he doesn’t have to live alone with his thoughts about Sherry and Kakyoin and Avdol and Iggy
So no, it doesn’t matter to him that he’s killed
Doesn’t matter that he possesses a turtle
As long as they get the bad guy
As long as he doesn’t have to think about the people he’s lost
But after Diavolo is gone?
He begins to feel that lost feeling all over again
But he joins Giorno
Is glad to become his right-hand man and help run this grand mafia operation
Because he’ll do or be anything
As long as he doesn’t have to think about the past
Polnareff as your s/o! :] (relationship headcanons)
AN: i am new to writing so srry if its trash lol.. also this is rlly cheesy but idc. French man with silly hair make brain go brrr
Sfw, Reader is gender neutral
Despite him being typically loud and confident, he acts more flustered and awkward around you at beginning of relationship. Hes just so happy that hes now your boyfriend!
His love language is mostly physical touch and words of affirmation. gives u kisses on your lips, cheeks, neck, forehead,everywhere. all the time. he also likes to hug u :)
Will CONSTANTLY tell you how beautiful you are 24/7 more specifically if you are insecure. He loves when you compliment him too, call him handsome and he will literally melt.
Uses pet names like "honey" "baby" or "my love" in french usually, even if you dont speak french
If you guys are on a fair date and he catches u eyeing a plushy, he will literally play over and over until he gets it for you.
Loves being both the big spoon and little spoon
Actually knows how to cook pretty well?? He wants to learn how to make good food because he loves food and he also wants to cook for his partner
There is a SEVERE LACK in Weather report, Gyro,, Anasui, and Polnareff fics and i am not for it😭😭😭😭as many fans as there are for them there aren’t any toe curlers😔🤞but if any lovely lads wanna redirect me to the right spots then I’m not gonna stop you👀🤫and if any creators see this and wanna make some please tag me🥹
Lol but honestly i only use the #gyrozeppeli x reader and the #gyro smut tags and same with Ana and Pol so if I’m doing it wrong please lemme know🥹
"But the world’s an ugly place. Buttering up the truth with ideas of fate, like we’re all pulled in by gravity to some predetermined result no matter what we do, doesn’t make it any better."
Read Iron Touch, a JoJo fanpart starring Polnareff’s daughter, Michelle, after Passione’s Stand arrow is stolen.
Official synopsis and the start of Chapter 1 below the cut:
Official synopsis:
May 19th, 2009: the unthinkable has happened—Passione's prized Stand arrow has been stolen. The perpetrators appear to be a group of unidentified Stand users hiding their faces behind masquerade masks. Giorno suspects who one of the thieves may be, and it's the last person Polnareff wanted to get involved.
Or, in which Polnareff’s daughter goes on her own wacky quest and learns some self-love along the way. Hol Horse is there too, though he'd really rather not be.
Chapter 1: Revelations
Giorno had always considered himself to be a fairly competent man.
To most people, competent was an understatement; a blatant example of unwarranted modesty. From the members of Passione who had witnessed his growth as a leader firsthand to the rival gangs across the globe he had crushed underfoot to the kind old ladies he always offered help to, competent didn’t even come close to expressing Giorno’s natural ability to adapt to and overcome any obstacle that stood in his way. Even before having been blessed by the power of Requiem and thrust into the position of mafia boss at the ripe old age of 15, everyone had considered him to be wise beyond his years, complimented by street smarts and a silver tongue. Yes, competent was usually a perfectly acceptable way to describe Giorno Giovanna.
So it only made moments like this, where Giorno felt so completely incompetent, all the more embarrassing.
He still had a hard time believing that such a thing had happened right under his nose. A childish part of him prayed that none of this was real, that it was a nightmare or some kind of twisted joke set up by Mista as vengeance for putting him in a team of four on his last mission. The embarrassment of being so incompetent was already bad enough, but the potential ramifications for this one error were far more daunting.
Someone had stolen the arrow.
An uncomfortable, almost itchy feeling coursed through Giorno's body at the thought, like a snake slithering up his back and threatening to bite his neck. He fluffed the pillow behind him, swatting at it. This was wrong. It was all wrong. The room inside Coco Jumbo was supposed to be a place of cozy isolation, a place where he could relax and decompress between missions, not a place for him to have a borderline panic attack in. He hadn't felt this way since he was a child, hiding under his bead from his stepfather's screeching threats and leather belt. Although, no amount of privacy could spare him from the shame he felt. Nor should it, the arrow was Giorno's responsibility after all. It was his duty to get it back.
Besides, he wasn't completely alone.
Whilst Giorno sat on the couch fluffing pillows, Polnareff paced around the room's exterior. The cheap prosthetic legs that adorned his stumps never failed to catch Giorno's eye. It just looked strange for him to be walking around on them, like they ought to give out under the weight of the rest of his body. In lieu of the usual cheeky "my eyes are up here" response Giorno usually got for staring, he only got the faint sound of his footsteps clanging against the floor. Slight as it may be, the metallic sound of each step made Giorno's stomach turn. If only I got there sooner, he thought, if only I had gotten to the colosseum before Diavolo that night, I might've been able to restore your legs. If only I had got there sooner, you might still be alive and not chained to this room.
Even through his unkempt hair, wrinkled suit, and heavy bags that weighed his eyelids down, Giorno admitted that Polnareff undoubtedly looked worse than he did. All of his frustration was laid bare on his face; his brows arched upwards, eyes unfocused yet brimming with inner conflict as he surveyed the room, the occasional vexed sigh escaping his lips. Considering everything that Polnareff did in order to keep the arrow away from those who would misuse it, his reaction was justified. Additionally, when considering other recent revelations, Giorno figured that he would be just as distressed as Polnareff were he in his prosthetics. Tired of pacing around the same four corners, the Frenchman flumped into one of the armchairs and laid his head in his hands.
"Would you like to go over everything again?" Giorno asked mostly because the useless silence between them tired him. "Now that we've had the chance to sleep on it, we may discover something we had overlooked before."
After taking a deep breath to steel himself, Polnareff lowered his arms but did not look up to meet Giorno's gaze. "That sounds like a good idea," he responded.
Nodding in approval, Giorno began to sort through the mess of documents laying on the coffee table. The regretful, lingering stare Polnareff kept on two of the papers that had been brushed to the side did not go unnoticed as Giorno attempted to line up all of the relevant files in front of them.
“So,” Giorno began, “Tuesday, May 19th, 2009.” He shook away the self-reproach clawing through his thoughts. It had already been three days. “At 3:47 AM, a suspicious man was seen loitering outside of our base of operation. Tall, pale skin, mint green hair. Armed with a Desert Eagle.” In one of the images taken from the security footage, the man sneered at the camera, cigarette clenched between his pearly whites. Giorno couldn’t help but scowl his cheekiness. “He stayed outside the building, standing at the corner of the sidewalk by himself for eight minutes. At 3:55, two other individuals joined him, both wearing dark blue masquerade masks and hooded robes. Both are shorter than the other man, but given how tall he is, that doesn’t narrow anything down.”
He slumped back into the sofa. “It bothers me that only two of them made an attempt to disguise themselves,” he commented, “The fact that he got there first seems to suggest that he’s either their leader or a decoy. Given what ended up happening, I’d say it’s the latter, but,” Giorno glared at the knowing look that the man had flashed at the camera, “I have my doubts.”
He looked up at Polnareff, waiting for his consigliere to give his thoughts. About six seconds of silence passed before Giorno cleared his throat to summon Polnareff’s attention away from the stray documents. It took another moment or so after that for him to register that Giorno expected his input, after which he sat up a bit straighter and finally let his eyes scan over the other papers.
“He could’ve just been full of himself,” Polnareff added, his stare wandering back to those same two papers, “not every man is as committed to keeping themselves hidden as Diavolo was.”
“But you would think that he would at least be someone we knew if that were the case,” Giorno rebutted, “like someone from a rival gang or someone with the government. If he was someone new who wanted to make himself known, he did a laughably poor job.” Giorno grabbed an autopsy report from the table. “We have this man’s corpse but not so much as his name.”
Polnareff sighed. “That is also true,” he said, his voice tired.
“Either way, I had Sheila E use her Stand on the street corner the three of them waited at, as well as the rest of the area to see if they talked about anything. Unfortunately, it seems that they were prepared for that.” Giorno rested his thumb and pointer finger on his chin, deep in thought. “That alone is enough to raise suspicion. And, along with the fact that they knew exactly where the arrow was hidden, then as much as I hate to say it, at least one of the perpetrators could be someone from within Passione.” The very thought of a traitor within their ranks brought about a suffocating tension to the room. Giorno could practically hear Diavolo’s mad laughter ringing in his ears; how ironic that both of them would be undone by one of their underlings.
“We shouldn't forget that we've taken precautions in order to make sure that’s not the case.” At this point, Giorno was all but talking to himself. “It could just be that whoever we’re dealing with is very cautious. Even within Passione, most of our members don’t know the Stands of those outside their own teams. Sheila and her teammates are my bodyguards, if I can trust anyone, it’s them.” He hoped so at least, especially given that Giorno had left Mista in charge of affairs in his absence. “Their alibis are also—”
A sudden bump in the road caused the room to jolt. The papers on the table scattered on impact, turning the organized mess into a more standard one. Shaken from his trance, Polnareff nearly jumped out of his own ethereal skin from the unexpected force. Giorno sighed and began to reorganize the papers. After taking a moment to gather his bearings, Polnareff assisted him.
"Giorno," he said, putting some papers back in their folder for known suspects, "I understand we're traveling incognito, but we really should consider taking more comfortable means of transport in the future."
Giorno laid the timeline out once again and grabbed the basket of fruit that sat on the end table. "This was the best I could get for us under such short notice." He began to lay out the fruit on top of the papers, giving them extra weight to pin them in place. "I don't need to tell you that traveling via plane in these types of situations is a bad idea."
Polnareff observed Giorno take the two papers that called for his gaze and place them in his coat pocket.
Before he could interject, Giorno continued speaking. "Now then," he said, brushing some stray curls behind his ear, "at 4 AM sharp, our building lost power. Our security cameras, smoke detectors, laser grids…all of it shut down. We were the only building in the area to experience a power outage. Sometime soon after, the thieves blew a hole through the side of the building, about two meters tall and two meters wide, and broke in. Shards of glass were found near the scene even though all of our windows remained intact through the ordeal."
Giorno returned his attention back to the timeline. "From this point on the details are a little fuzzy, but we do know a few things for certain." He removed the apple weighing down the stack of autopsy reports, simultaneously taking the papers and a bite from the apple. "Eleven of the twelve guards on duty were killed via electrocution. The only guard who survived, his name was Mente Vettore, shot the green haired man four times in the head, just outside the hidden room where we keep the arrow. He died on the spot and never even removed his gun from his holster."
He took another bite of the apple. "Vettore fired two more shots, hitting the wall and a chair, but he didn't seem to hit the other two assailants. He would've had four more shots left, but there’s no evidence to suggest he fired any more bullets. Around the same time, another hole was blown in the wall, revealing our hidden vault. Just like with the other hole, shards of broken glass were found by the impact. The vault we kept the arrow stored in was also destroyed. At 4:15, the power came back on, and the two masked assailants were already long gone. Vettore has also gone missing. We arrived at the scene ten minutes later."
Giorno picked up the profiles of the two masked assailants they had drafted up. "From what I can tell, the power outage must've been caused by a Stand. That same Stand is probably what electrocuted the guards. My guess is that it's a Stand with the ability to steal electricity, store it, then channel it somehow. I don't think it's what blew holes in the walls though. I think a different Stand did that, and it's likely linked to the broken glass in some way." He placed the profiles down and retrieved an autopsy report. "Interestingly enough, the man with green hair doesn't seem to be a Stand user. We couldn't gleam anything else of note from his autopsy. His fingerprints have been sanded off, his blood and face don't match up with any on record, we couldn't even discern where his clothes are from."
Trading the autopsy report for a mission log, he choked down yet another bite of the apple. “I had Murolo send All Along Watchtower out for reconnaissance. He spotted the arrow yesterday just outside of Orléans, carried by another masked individual. We don't know if they're one of the thieves or someone else. They were headed north towards Paris, which is where we’re on our way to now.”
Taking a final bite of his apple, Giorno looked up to his consigliere. "So," he said, "do you have anything to add, Polnareff?"
He took a moment to examine the mess of papers, reorienting himself so he faced them head on as he ran a hand through his column of silver hair. Polnareff still seemed unfocused, perhaps even more so than before, though Giorno noticed that he made an obvious effort to hide it.
"We should've kept the arrow in the turtle," Polnareff quipped.
Giorno shook his head. "It would've been a bad idea to keep it here. It was starting to affect the turtle. We wouldn't have felt those tremors earlier if we had never put the arrow in here. This would've been the perfect hiding place for the arrow, but it's not worth risking sacrificing you over."
Staring at the ceiling, Polnareff groaned with uncertainty. "I guess," he muttered.
For a while, the two of them just stayed like that, with Polnareff's sights fixated upwards and Giorno looking back at him with concern. Only the faint sound of the engine and the occasional cluck of a chicken bleeding into the room from outside accompanied them. Though he normally strived for this quiet, almost contemplative atmosphere, Giorno figured it wouldn’t do to leave off the conversation like this. It was time to address the elephant in the room.
"There's also the subject of your family…"
Polnareff instantly locked eyes with Giorno, ready and alert. Chuckling at his immediate shift in attitude, Giorno pulled the two papers from his coat pocket, reading the names at the top.
MARYLOU POLNAREFF, NÉE DELON (DECEASED)
MICHELLE POLNAREFF (AGE 17, STATUS UNKNOWN)
"I can't believe you hid the fact that you have a wife and daughter for eight years," Giorno commented, shaking his head in disbelief.
(Alright, that’s enough from me. Now go read the rest on AO3)
