hi! can i request a one shot with polnareff x reader but heās still stuck as the turtle but a twist like the princess and the frog? the reader kisses the turtle and he comes back to being his old (part 3) self because the reader is the one? lots of fluff plzzz? ty ;w;
A/N: Okay but this idea is so unbelievably cute?! I apologize for taking forever to get it done. I went a bit deep and overboard with the storyline on a request that is so simple and Iām pretty sure this is my longest one up to date actually BUT- itās whatever. Thereās plenty of fluff near the end, I promise. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it too!! š¤
(If this flops, I will be so sad omg)
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āYouāre The One, My Love.ā (Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader)
Warnings: mentions of drug abuse and depression
tags: gender-neutral, gender-inclusive, jean pierre polnareff x reader, turtle pol, magical, kiss, twist, slight angst, sfw, fluff
Description: One day after having to escort Polnareff as orders from your boss, you begin to grow quite fond of him. During your usual hangouts, you jokingly offer to kiss him as a way to recreate one of your favorite fairytales.
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You giggle as Jean pulls you into a kiss, you feel him smile as he holds your face gently. Youāre happy to see the man you love not be as serious and hurt as he was when you first met him. Your expression reminiscent of the memories shared between you before this moment.
Your personal servant had drawn the curtains. Your eyes fluttered open, body awaken by the bright sunlight shining from your windows and murmurs outside your bedroom. You groaned in frustration as you threw a pillow at him, he managed to catch it and place it back by your bed frame. You huffed,
āDidnāt boss say I have the week off? Iām allowed to sleep in.ā you stated blankly, remembering how you had the strong urge to strangle him for ruining your slumber. He shook his head as he sat by the edge of your bed and pointed at the clock that stood on top of your nightstand. You distinctly remember the screen marked 7:25AM exactly. You sighed as you thought you couldāve at least slept in by 10. You sat up and criss crossed your legs and played with the lose strings of your blanket as he replied.
āTechnically you do, but today is last minute and different. Sr. Giovanna wants you to escort out a close individual he works with today by 8.ā
Frustrated, you plopped your hands down onto your lap and rolled your eyes as you said back,
āNot to be bratty but...canāt he just do that himself or get one of you to do it?ā you raised your pointers and middle fingers to create air quotations āThis individual must be pretty important if not even the boss can take care of it.ā
Your servant shut his eyes and sighed. After what you had just told him, deep down you felt bad about how much he had to deal with your bull on a daily basis- not to mention your constant grumbling in the morning whether he woke you or not. Either way, you were pretty grumpy most mornings. He shook his head again.
āItās not that either. Sr. Giovanna could easily lead him out but heās currently finishing business with other people in the country. Sr. Mista is with him as well so youāre the only one we have present. They both must attend all meetings, they are not to miss one.
āOkay, but that still doesnāt answer my question. Whatās so important about him or her or whatever the hell they go by?ā
āIāll let you figure that out for yourself.ā He said finally as he patted your bed as a way to non-verbally tell you to get ready.
You huffed when he exited the room, plopping your back down hard into the foamy mattress. You roughly grabbed at the pillow you had thrown earlier and placed it over your face, you screamed into it for a good 10 seconds.
Looking back, were you being a little too dramatic? Yes, sure- of course. Itād make anyone cringe if they were to had witnessed it though you didnāt really mind. You were still maturing anyway. You were still getting used to the life Giorno Giovanna and Guido Mista had offered and gladly given to you.
Before meeting your boss Giovanna and his right hand man Mista, you had been living life miserably at home. Though before anyone asks, no: your parents were not abusive, no: your siblings werenāt either, no: nor were your friends or teachers. You had just become very distressed with the life you were leading on. You didnāt like the person you were and were expected to become. Anxiety took over rather unexpectedly. So what did you do when you had enough? You moved on to drugs.
You were surprised to find out how easy it was for a person in their late teens to gain access towards those terrible substances. But none the less, you later learned your dealer was from the mafia known as āPassione.ā
Was it dangerous for you to have figured out that information? Yes. However, you remained cautious and never told a soul...until one day you bumped into the now late capo, Bruno Bucciarati.
You were walking down your local dealing alleyway, hands in pockets and school bag still in sight. You usually dealt after school as many adults were distracted by the kids that filled up the streets. Thus making them barely notice the illegal activity going on as a large number of students would walk down alleyways as a shortcut to their home. You were swift in paying back and receiving your desired substances anyway.
All of a sudden you heard a distant call, a call out of your name. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to look at the direction from where the call was coming from, thatās when you saw him. He stood a few feet from you.
āIām glad I was able to find you...my name is Bruno Bucciarati. Your parents sent me to look for you, theyāve mentioned to me that youāve been coming home late from school lately.ā
You only shrugged and completely ignored his claim. You began walking away but were stopped again when he said,
āLeaky eyed Luca deals with you, doesnāt he?ā
You kept your gaze forward and your back turned away from Bruno. Turning your head slightly over your shoulder, you mumbled,
āIf I say yes, will you leave me alone?ā
Without having to look at him, you knew he had tilted his head when he answered.
āThat depends. If you answer honestly, no trouble will occur. Iāll remain calm with you, that is a promise.ā
You blinked, sighing as you kicked at the small pebbles near your feet, staring at your shoes as you thought about what he said.
You had been dealing with Luca and you knew that his business was risky. Though you didnāt care. You felt that you needed to get the drugs you wanted pronto and Luca was the only one who would give them to you quickly. You shook your head, deciding to give up as you didnāt want anyone to notice you both speaking. You turned to face him and quietly replied,
āYes, he deals with me. Heās the provider, Iām the receiver.ā
Bruno smiled, satisfied with your answer.
He followed up with informing you that Luca had been killed at a local airport and was told to investigate his death. He didnāt provide too many details as to the cause of his death but you didnāt feel like asking anyway. Bruno admitted he came to speak to you as hours prior one of your parents really did come to speak to him about your behavior. After connecting some dots, he suspected you had something to do with Lucaās death as you were not attending school and were gone for most of the day. Not to mention, your teachers had called your parents that day as well.
Luckily, he was able to clear you out as a suspect as you cooperated with him and werenāt sweaty or completely jittery. He also gave you a little talk about using drugs. He promised he wouldnāt tell your parents that you got yourself involved in that abusive life if you promised to not buy more again.
You truly felt at the time that he was the only one who understood and cared for you in just the short time you met him. Your eyes watered as you complied with Bruno, promising to do what he suggested. A promise you have held onto forever.
After some investigating of your own, you found out that it was your future boss that killed Luca. You were rather impressed than angry that he was able to kill him. You honestly believed Luca would never be caught.
Back to the day you had to escort this individual- after some more complaining and grumpy remarks towards everyone in the household, you were finally ready to meet them. Your personal servant led you to the front door. He made sure to quietly remind you to be polite.
Your attention turned to another servant walking down the stairs towards your direction. A pillow in hand with a piece of cloth covering whatever was on top it. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, laughing as you sarcastically remarked,
āIs this some kind of joke? Itās not April, is it?ā
āNo, but I guess this household treating me with the upmost respect is.ā
Your eyes widen. āDid that thing under the cloth just speak?ā you asked yourself.
The servant removed the cloth and there revealed a turtle. A turtle with a key-shaped hole embedded on its shell. You almost assumed that the turtle smirked at you when he added,
āI know, donāt be too surprised. I plan to get out of this animal once my soul decides to give up. I havenāt always looked like this, ya know.ā
Your mouth gaped open as to say something, but you quickly shut it as you didnāt know how to reply. He chuckled,
āHand me over to them, weāll talk more when we get to my destination.ā
You hesitantly took the pillow from the servantās hands and remained in shock as you walked out the door. You were careful not to drop him as you got down to the front gates. Gulping as you asked,
āSo...my servant wasnāt that specific on me having to leave you in the car or actually riding with you. Itās kind of my fault as I donāt like to listen and talk in the morning...ā
You nervously laughed as he looked up to you. He replied,
āItās quite alright. I was told you have to ride with me. But donāt worry, you wonāt have to stay for long. Itās only around a 10 minute ride.ā
You sat behind the passenger seat and placed the pillow in the middle, right next to your side.
The ride was relatively quiet, you looked out the window as you kept a fist under your chin. Your expression showed that of concern. You were too nervous to say anything. Even though he had joked back earlier, you were afraid he didnāt like you as his voice stayed stern throughout your small talk. You were afraid you had offended him in some way.
Your mood changed when the driver alerted that you had arrived. You thanked him as he opened the door for you, your hands grasped the pillow tightly so the talking turtle wouldnāt fall. You asked him with a small voice.
āIs there anywhere youād like for me to set you?ā
āYes... put me on top of that balcony over there. I want to look at the lake.ā
You did as he said and sat him on the balcony. Your eyes gleamed when you caught sight of the glimmering water and greenery of the setting. Youāve always known that Italy is one of the most beautiful places in the world but at that time you had forgotten and were fascinated all over again. Like when a child sees a playground for the first time.
āItās beautiful, isnāt it?ā he asked, you nodded.
āYes, it really is. Itās no wonder you asked me set you on here.ā
āYes... I wanted to look at one more beautiful sight before I go. Like I said earlier, my soul is no longer fit to be here, so I might as well admire my surroundings for now.ā
Your mind quickly became curious after he said that. You wanted to know more behind what he meant. You werenāt going back to that car until you got answers. So to make things easy, you started off with asking his name.
āIf you donāt mind... would you like to tell me your name?ā
āItās Jean. Jean Pierre Polnareff.ā
āSo heās French.ā you remember thinking, his accent wasnāt too thick but you assumed and your assumption was right. After that, you went on to tell him your name and your experiences before meeting boss Giorno Giovanna. He shared the same with you.
You talked for so long in fact that you paid off the driver of your assigned car to go back and finish his shift early, promising them that youāll find a ride later yourself.
You ended off the chatty night with placing Jean under a nearby bench and waving at him. You were saddened but Jean said he enjoyed your company so much that heāll try to stay for longer and that youāre welcome to come him visit him everyday.
For months you came by to talk to him. You were happy to see that his soul wasnāt giving up yet- you knew you would cry if it were to one day. You had come to realize that you love him but you didnāt know if he felt the same way about you. You had only seen his face once- that was the day he decided to show you the physical embodiment of his soul.
You thought (and still think) he was so beautiful. The missing of bottom limbs and blindness in one eye did not bother you at all. His white-silver hair, style and personality is what did it for you. What it did to make you fall in love with his vanity and him. Just him. Jean himself.
Itās been a year now and as per usual, you spent half your days speaking to Jean by that same lake you were ordered to drive him to.
Boss Giovanna and Mista have noticed how fast you are in missions since then. They appreciate that you get things done but they still remain curious as to why youāre more happy and less grumpy than you were before. Though they donāt bother to ask, as theyāre kind and donāt want to ruin your pure joy.
Today isnāt particularly different. All you had done earlier in the day was speak to a few citizens in town and dealt with giving details to your boss about a certain drug epidemic at a school. Nothing too out of the ordinary, a situation like this occurred at your old school too years back. Your duties were basically done once you learned information got to police.
You drive down to the park where the lake is at, smiling when you see a familiar small green circle on the balcony, looking over the glimmering waters. You park in the nearest lot and lock your car after getting out. You excitedly run over to Jean and smile when he turns his little head to greet you.
āIām glad youāve come again.ā he says with a smile.
āOf course, why wouldnāt I?ā you reply in a genuine tone.
You go on to talk about random topics and subjects as you always do. The conversation moving onto favorite pieces of literature and genres.
You roll your eyes in embarrassment as you tell him your most favorite one- one that is a fairytale and goes by the name of āThe Frog Prince.ā
āWell... itās very fem of me but I really enjoy fairytales. Especially the ones from the Grimm brothers. My favorite is actually āThe Frog Princeā
You place your elbow on the rail and use a hand to cover your burning cheek. Hoping that the redness rushing to your face wonāt be noticed by Jean and that the sunset covers it up. Jean only laughs and hopes to comfort you when he says,
āOh, thatās fine. Who cares if itās feminine? Theyāre very well written stories and people shouldnāt be ashamed for what they like. I admire that your favorite genre is fairytale, you donāt hear people say that as often, you know?ā
His words do comfort you and you thank him for that. He welcomes you and you feel like youāre actually looking into his sapphire eyes. The ones you fell in love with so long ago. You speak up before youāre even able to fully think.
āSay, the frog prince and the princess kissing, huh? Why donāt we kiss and see if it turns you back?ā
āDid I really just ask that?ā you ask yourself āWhat the actual hell is wrong with you?!ā
āI donāt see why not...ā
Youāre stunned. You thought he would get offended for spurting out such a stupid thing. Of course your request wonāt work- that shit is from a story book. Itās pure fiction. This is real life.
Heās a turtle now and youāre a human. You canāt and you wonāt kiss him. You raise your hands up in defense.
āHey, no! No need to play along after saying something so stupid to make me feel better. I just blurted that out Iām so sorry-ā
āNo, itās okay. And Iām not playing along, Iām being serious. Go ahead. Iāve grown to like you a lot, a small kiss wouldnāt hurt.ā
This answer is not what you expected. You nervously fiddle with your fingers as you look around. You sigh as you give in.
āFine. I like you a lot too and Iāll do it. Let me just-ā
You lift up the top half of Jean, his front turtle legs up in the air and his little face staring up at you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, you slowly lean in and- kissāØ
The turtle falls out of your grasp. You stop puckering your lips and open your eyes. In a panicked state, you frantically look over the balcony and both sides of you to find him. You look forward and gasp. You grab at the railings to hold you steady.
There sits a groaning man on his knees. He rubs at his neck as he silently curses to himself, blinking fast and harshly as he tries to understand whatās going on around him. Itās dark now but the moon shines bright enough for you to get a better glimpse of him. You furrow your eyebrows as you slowly recognize who he is- Jean.
He has that same white-silver hair, sapphire eyes, big stature though the only difference is no eye glass in sight and his ālegsā arenāt made out of metal.. theyāre completely real. Flesh and all and you know that blood flows right through them like the rest of his body.
āJ-Jean?ā you whisper.
The man doesnāt hear you. All he does is groan and cross his legs in front of him. He stretches his arms and looks over any possible injuries on him.
āJean.ā you say again, louder this time.
He finally looks up at you. And there they are, those sapphire eyes you love so much. That face youāve grown to be so fond off. His expression more than surprised. Though that expression quickly changes and softens- his eyes crease and a small smile appears. He says your name. And you tear up after he does.
He attempts to get up but his legs give up on him. You sprint to his side before he falls, letting him use your shoulders as support. He blushes.
āIām sorry... I havenāt had real legs in years. Apparently I forgot how to use them...ā
His voice is softer than before, the sternness isnāt there. He sounds younger almost. You giggle, as you use a hand to wipe at the tears of your eyes.
āOkay, I think I can stand now. Let go of me so I can look at you fully.ā
You do as he says and as you watch him wobble, you reach out to help again but he shakes his head, waving your hands off as heās able to maintain balance. You grin proudly when he does.
Jean turns to face you, he clasps your hands together and brings them up to his lips. You blush as he proceeds to hold them over his heart. He looks at you with pure love in his eyes.
āThank you. Thank you so much. What you suggested was silly but it worked.ā
āYes, youāre welcome...ā you say softly, looking down. He makes you look up again.
āYouāre the one, my love. You always have been and always will be. My feelings for you started when we first met, I meant what I said. I have grown to like you a lot though itās more than ālikeā- itās love. And Iām so happy to know you feel the same way.ā
You tear up at this and hug him. He hugs you back and you canāt believe that he does.
The turtle is no more and you have your true love back to human form.
He raises your chin up with his thumb and pointer, he kisses you and you kiss him back. The kiss long and meaningful.
Youāre happy to know that the man you love, loves you too.
