Jean-Pierre Polnareff

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Finishing up with your face mask, you looked over to your French boyfriend who'd somehow not gotten the green liquid in his hair.

He grinned at you, ruffling your hair as you giggled.

You set the tube of the green liquid down on the sink counter when your eye started to itch. And you, being the dumb person you are, somehow completely forgot about the sticky mess on your face.

Your hand made eye contact with your skin, and the itch was soon replaced with a burning feeling.

You started crying, frantically waving your hands around as your couldn't see very well at the moment.

Polnareff gasped and quickly grabbed a towel, wetting it and wiping your face. He got the mask off, and was careful to get the burning sensation away from your eye.

When it was gone, you sighed in relief and looked down hugging his waist tightly. Polnareff hugged back, resting his chin atop your head as he slowly rocked back and forth.

You mumbled out a quiet "Thank you.." as you sniffed, completely embarrassed with yourself.

He just smiled and kissed your forehead, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away.

"It's alright, mon amour.." He whispered in your ear, picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

Polnareff then asked you to wait there while he went to take his face mask off. The few moments he was gone you accidentally let your thoughts become overwhelming, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You let out a small sniff and almost immediately Polnareff came back.

"y/n-"

"J-Jean.."

You whimpered out, not being able to hold it in anymore.

He quickly came to your side, pulling you into a soft embrace.

"Mon chéri, what's wrong?" Polnareff cooed softly, playing with your hair.

You hid in his chest, feeling like an idiot.

"I-I.. I'm so stupid.." You finally whimpered out, sniffling as your hands clung to his bathrobe.

"Don't say such things, y/n. You are not stupid at all, it was just an accident."

You slowly looked up to him, meeting his gentle gaze.

"I've done that before as well, so don't ever call yourself names over something so silly, okay?"

You nodded slowly, nuzzling back into him. Polnareff turned the lamp off and kept you in his gentle embrace.

"I love you so much, Jean.."

He just smiled, pecking your lips.

"Je t'aime aussi, mon cher."

translations:
mon amour - my love
mon chéri - honey
je t'aime aussi, mon cher - i love you too, my dear

edited 3.26.22

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