Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader Oneshots // reader inserts

Come Back To Me

Polnareff being transformed into a child by Alessi

Come Back To Me

He was fully enamored, so much so he always stayed just a few feet apart and no farther as a rule he'd set for himself and for her sake.

And it was always to protect her; To be the valiant knight that stayed at guard while at his princess's step.

- So when she was targeted first, he didn't hesitate to push her back, being the one to claim the full effects of the vile stand, forcefully reverted to the state he was now:

That of a defenseless child of the age of 4.

The silver-haired child stood silently, gazing up at her with wide-open blue orbs, capturing every bit of her movements with what were practically glittering gems, awestruck by just one single being, memorized by the (h/c) haired young woman as though she were truly mystical.

Upon instinct, his two arms rose, stretched out as far as they could go while being aimed up at the sky as he pleaded with her,

"Up!" He begged, his voice small and sweet because he couldn't fight how strongly his heart raced.

He couldn't control his racing heart, and what was much more, his overbearing need for her.

In his current state, his former, mature and yearning love for her morphed into complete neediness, displaying it in the only way his innocent heart could showcase it, no matter how annoying it would be for anyone else.

Because he didn't know any better.

All he was certain of was that he wanted to be around her, following every step he could to trail behind her like a second shadow.

"Up! Up!" He repeated over and over, his eyes glistening as she continued to speak with Jotaro instead, a grave face being worn while she continued to ignore the clingy boy.

Truthfully, it wasn't something she'd intended to do, but she was desperate to find a way to revert him back to his actual age, racking her brain tired in attempts to do so.

"I'm worried..." (f/n) said with a soft voice full of uncertainty, her brows drawn down the whole while, somehow falling even further as the seconds rolled by, "If we don't find that guy... I'm worried he won't get back to his actual age." She told the other male as Polnareff began to jump up and down in an attempt to get her attention again, the boy not grasping the severity of the situation.

"(f/n)?" Polnareff sniffled, his hands both retreating back to his chest in a slow disillusioned manner, all while tears fell down his cheeks as he realized that (f/n) had no mind for him, no matter what he did.

Shuffling his feet, the young boy shyly moved closer, his hand taking hold of hers as it casually hung on her side, the small hand capturing all of her fingers, save for her thumb, squeezing them with uncertainty.

"Eh?" The sudden touch drew her attention back to him, her (e/c) colored eyes focused on him as a slow, but sweet smile gently rose, the woman compassionately staring down at his wet baby blue's.

Knelt to him, she warmly trailed her hand down the side of his face, coming in contact with his noticeable show of sorrow, her fingers grazing over the trail of his fallen tears,

"What's with that face sweetie?" She asked him, transforming the loving caress into a sweet, teasing little pinch to his puffy cheek,

"Don't tell me you're crying again," She murmured, scooping him up.

"- That brat... "Jotaro grumbled, glaring down at the boy as he yet again stole (f/n)'s attention, hogging her all to himself, clinging to her any and each way he could.

He couldn't even get a word in before he was interrupted by Jean Pierre's pouting and whining, and it was all the more frustrating when the situation in hand was about his own well-being.

"Good grief, " he huffed, annoyed, yet used to it, not seeing too much of a difference between this version of himself and the former one.

He watched as the boy draped his arms over (f/n)'s shoulders, his face at her chest while she rocked him back and forth in a tentative, soothing motion that rivaled the gentle rocking of a boat in calm waters.

Cooing beneath her breath, (f/n) closed her own eyes, a small smile gracing her as she continued to comfort her friend while he was forced to be in such a delicate state,

'I hope we find him,' She thought while gazing down at him, watching as he calmed, the woman comforted by the fact that she could at least give him ease.

'Because I want to see the real you again,' She went on, coming down to give him a chaste peck on the forehead,

'Because....Because I want to grow old with you idiot! ' She thought to herself, hating the fact that the reason he was now in her arms as a child was because of her carelessness, and much more his chivalry.

'Please come back to me,' She silently begged him, ' Please...I miss the you I fell in love with,' She added while she felt her eyes begin to overflow.

Holding back, she then lay the boy down on the hotel room's mattress, smiling down at him, hoping that she'd find herself gazing down at the handsome man of before soon.