Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader Oneshots // reader inserts

Sleep

Just an idea I had in mind. It's a Polnareff thing, but I guess if you really, really squint, it could also be a DIO thing,

Maybe, ¯\_(　'∀｀)_/¯

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She remembers her encounters with DIO, having crossed paths with him more than once.

She'd run from him the first two times, fleeting from the vampire , only because he allowed her to, each time chuckling as she managed to 'slip' away.

And she wasn't stupid to think she'd somehow outsmarted him, or cocky enough to taunt him by living her every day life as normally as she had before. Instead, she secluded herself, hiding from everyone and everything, afraid of even her own shadow, well aware it could just be him in disguise.

She knew that it was only a matter of time before he hunted her down again, toying with her like a malicious little feline, pawing at a cornered, shivering, mouse.

Because to him, it was all a game, while to her, it was a never ending nightmare.

With an incurable insomnia she waited, every night staring up at the ceiling, blankly gazing at it as she felt her heart race, feeling impending doom fall upon her.

'Why me?' She asked herself constantly.

It all started after that arrow pierced her...

All the abnormalities and unrest starting from that one event, one that was in-explainable in itself.

'How did I even survive?' She wondered, only briefly as it was the least of her worries.

It was tortuous weeks of unease until she finally met with her nightmare...

When he grew sick and tired of their game, he appeared before her, ready to take his claim,

'Do you still have any fight in you?' He wondered, knowing the answer as he eyed her, 'Of course I'd never force you at my side, that's all for you to decide my dear,' He thought with a malicious grin.

He'd then shown her the extent of his power, red raining down on her as thuds were heard at her sides, severed corpses at her feet in a second's time.

She hadn't even known how he did it, but of all the red stained figures, he was all that was untouched, his alabaster skin glowing white brilliance from his chiseled body, too good for the remains of his slaughter to graze him.

Bloody gore puddled around her and shaken to the core she choked on a cry, her voice failing her, her ability to flee gone.

Her legs gave out before him, pitifully bowing to him, not intending to, but her body seeming to know it's place before the creature,

" (f/n) " He cood, reaching for her.

Her racing heart stilled as he tenderly pressed his cold palms onto her wet cheeks, "You're trembling..." he said observing her, watching her wide (e/c) eyes as they stared up at him, almost unblinking.

He was a monster...

He was terrifying...

And yet the sight of the golden haired man was so transcendent, he was like an angel descended onto the apocalypse.