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Stand User! Reader X Hermes

Requested by JotatoKujosWife I'll be real, I not very good at making original stands so, I'm sorry if it's not very good. I hope this entertaining. Again, I've been busy with life so this took a while to finish.

Stand name: [CROCODILE ROCK]

Stand user: Y/N L/N

Appearance: Crocodile rock takes the form of a female humanoid (roughly 6ft tall) with ash grey skin and black hair it appears to wearing a very tattered poodle skirt and spiked leather jacket. It's hands hands are clawed and covered in rough scales that transition into skin halfway up it's forearms. Additionally, it has a large reptilian tail closely resembling that of a crocodile.

Ability: Crocodile Rock has the ability to make its extremities extremely heavy and solid; as if they were made of stone. The only drawback to this is that when the extremity is in this 'stone' state, it cannot move the solidified joints.

You'd heard stand users attract each other before, but you'd never quite understood what that meant until a couple of years ago when you met Hermes. That did not prepare you though for all of the insanity you'd experience after going to prison. Truthfully, this was your intention; when your girlfriend had told you about what she was planning with Jolyne, you were dead set on coming along. So, with a little bit of crime and a lot of convoluted law practices; you found yourself being walked by guards through cinderblock hallways to your cell. What you didn't plan on, was the familiar face looking out from the cell they'd brought you to. She waited until the guards were gone to get up from her bunk and pull you in for a kiss. It'd been so long since getting to hold her hand, let alone kiss her. She held onto your shoulders as she pulled away and you let your eyes open. Furious green eyes glared at you with indignation.

"Y/N, I told you not to come here, you're not safe."

"You're not safe doing this either, I want to be around to protect you. At least this way we're together."

She pressed her forehead to yours. "I know you want to help, but this is dangerous work, you could get yourself killed."

You took hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "So could you."

She sighed, expression softening. "Please, just try and stay out of trouble." She pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. "I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you got hurt."

You quickly kissed her cheek. "I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything."

She laughed, revealing that gorgeous smile of hers that always made you wonder what you'd ever done to deserve having such an amazing girlfriend.

Between normal activities and avoiding other stand users, you and Hermes spent most of your time together in the cell or outside. It wasn't comfortable, and you wished that the two of you could be cuddling together in your bed instead of a rock-hard mattress, but you couldn't complain much when you could see your girlfriend's beautiful face again.

You would have to fight at some point and that came in the dark hours of the night. Glaring artificial light woke you, noticing Hermes holding onto you protectively. The air was still.

"There's something out there." 

From beyond the bars, you could hear the clanking of metal and uneven footsteps. A humanoid figure loomed in front of the barred and locked door.

"Oh well isn't this sweet, two new puppets for the price of one."

You could see him now, it was one of the prison guards looking at them. His posture was off though, arms hanging lifelessly, legs slightly slack against the ground they stood on, eyes glazed and vacant. Blood seeped from two cuts that run from the corners of his mouth down his neck. He appeared like some kind of grotesque marionette. From behind him you could see a black and white figure controlling him with thin silver strings. Each of the thing's four different colored hands controlled a limb, while the head; marked with a yellow, handprint-shaped marking seemed to control the mouth and neck movements.

Hermes released you and stood up. "This must be an enemy stand."

The thing cackled, raising the red hand and moving the guard's right hand to grip an iron bar.

"It appears that I've found a fellow stand user, what luck!" It raised the green hand, Gesturing dramatically with the guard's left. "Allow me to introduce myself." The thing moved it's blue and grey hands to step back and maneuvered the 'puppet' to bow "I am the marvelous puppeteer, [Tally Hall]."

"If you take even one step closer to our bed, you're dead." You could see the silhouette of kiss taking form behind your girlfriend. Quickly, she duplicated her arm and punched the guard through the bars. It had no effect on the stand; it laughed again.

"This is going to be even easier than I thought, your stand works with physical objects, but have no user, no physical body. I have no weakness, you can't even touch m-" While Tally Hall was in the middle of running it's mouth, you'd brought out your Crocodile Rock. Luckily, they were just close enough that your stand could be right behind it. It'd stopped to turn it's head to look at your stand right before Crocodile Rock's heavy fist collided with Tally Hall's face. You stood up from the bed and walked in front of Hermes.

"If you want to hurt my girlfriend, you're gonna have to go through me!"

Crocodile Rock continued to pummel the puppeteering stand until it released the guard and fled. As soon as you let your stand disappear, your girlfriend was wrapping her arms around your waist.

"Thanks for protecting me...I've been so worried about you getting hurt, that I forgot you know how to take care of yourself. I shouldn't have underestimated your power."
You leaned in closer. "So, does this mean that I can help you out more with this journey?"

She yawned. "Yes, But we can't help anything if we don't get some more sleep."

You'd always enjoyed the feeling of safety Hermes gave you when she held you tight. As you closed your eyes, you were content to know that no matter what, she would be there for you and you for her.

A year passed after Pucci's death and the SPW foundation getting You and your girlfriends released from prison. You found that life was far more peaceful when people aren't trying to kill you all the time and you could allow yourself to relax. The scent of frying bacon wafted through the bedroom and you drowsily got up from underneath the covers. Your girlfriend's quiet humming filled the room as you moved closer to her. Looping your arms around her waist you place your head on her shoulder. It was so calm that you could almost fall asleep again.

She giggled. "Good morning." The playful tone of her voice was making a familiar warmth bloom in your chest.

"G'morning." You mumbled out. A life like this were all you ever wanted; and you were content to know that no matter what, she was there for you and you there for her.