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also this took me like 2 hours and 41 minutes because of coloring because im stupid and a chud /silly
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Captain John Price! X Kid! reader. Banner by @anitalenia ♡`------------- Mentions of Alcohol + Cigarettes!
It was raining when your dad was on his way to you. Having just finished the mission, he reluctantly agreed to join, grumbling in displeasure as he did. After all, who could leave a sweet little angel like you all alone? You were so new, so sweet and delicate. Only 4 years old. It was reasonable why he didn't want to leave you, especially with no parent left behind. Unfortunately, duty called. Whether you were adopted or your mother died while giving birth, it didn't matter. He loved his princess with everything that he had.
Imagine his shock when he got a phone call from your babysitter, or his sister, or whoever was taking care of you saying you didn't want to take a bath because of the scary monster.
"Yeah, I don't know what to do with her.. She's just hiding under her desk, John."
Although it was a bit troublesome, how could he be mad at his little girl? Turns out, you had secretly watched a horror movie and was now scared to death to even be alone in a room. The roaring, thundering storm outside didn't help either.
"Give her the phone." He replied, seemingly having an idea. Besides, if he didn't know how to calm his little angel, what kind of father would he be? A bad one, he's sure.
"Come on, princess. Take a bath for Daddy?" He cooed, using an affectionate tone that sounded a bit like amusement. It was a tone only you got to hear, a tone he'd only used with you. Just you. Because you are his treasure, his angel, his princess, his life. What would be the point of it all if he's beautiful girl was no longer with him, or worse. Unhappy.
"No! There's a big monster that's gonna eat me if I close my eyes!" You whined, a childishness tone in your voice that deep down, he wished would never stop. Deep down, he wishes you'd stay this way. Wishes you would be with him always as his baby girl, never growing, never sad, just happy. He wishes you'd always be his baby and he'd always be your dad.
"No, no, baby. Daddy took care of it, okay? I promise you, that if you open your eyes, daddy's gonna be right there to protect you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Unfortunately, you never did open your eyes. On the winter of when you turned 8, a monster did get you. Swallowed you whole. It started with a cough, dry ones that always had his heart sinking every time he heard it on the phone. Then chest pains in the middle of the night, the one you had to endure alone because your father wasn't there, too busy fighting god knows what.
It was only when you were brought into the hospital that he finally dropped to his knees beside you, craddling you in his arms, crying like he had lost everything. Everything he had, everything he loved. The monster took you from him, the monster he promised he'd protect you from. The monster he wished didn't happen.
But the real monster was him, wasn't it? With the way he couldn't be there for you. The way he couldn't comfort his little girl, watch movies with her, sleep with her, tell her stories or do anything. But he wanted to, god he wanted to. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, how much he cared. How much he wanted to play dress up and braid your hair. How much he wanted to apologise for being an awful father, for letting you get hurt. For being his daughter.
But he never could. All he could was to hold your cold corpse in his arms, singing a song you've loved with his hoarse, cracking voice from crying for hours. His eyes red and puffy, his lips cracked. He loves you. He loves you so so so much.
He wished he was there for your birthdays instead of only calling. He wished he was there when you first walked when you first talked. He wished he was there on your first day of school, when you needed help with homework, or when you had nightmares. He wishes he was better. He wishes it was him instead. He wishes for you to be here, calling him daddy while he hugged you, whispering how much of a good job you did. Whispering how proud he was of his little girl.
Now, he was finally hugging you. But you were unresponsive now. You'd never talk again, laugh again, or call him daddy again. You looked so peaceful that he sobbed once more. A man who had seen every messed up thing in the world was mourning the loss of his beautiful daughter. Of his princess. His light, his world, his reason, his purpose, his everything.
Now, he's shattered. Beyond repair. Perhaps it was a punishment from the gods of all the sins he's committed, for ever thinking he could have something, someone as good as you. Of all the angels the heavens had, did they really need to take his? His darling angel of a daughter?
He would never be the same after your death. He's colder now, ruthless than ever and devoid of any moral. He would do what needed to be done, even if he knew how much of a sin it was. No more letting anyone in, no more laughs, no more smiles. Just darkness, utter darkness. He felt like he had no right to be happy. Why would he? How would he? You were the only thing that could make such a man, such a monster happy. But now you're gone, somewhere he can't reach. And you've taken his humanity and heart with you.
He would bury himself in his work, playing hero and taking every risk he encountered. Not because he cared, no. He had no feelings to spare. No warmth to muster. It was in hopes of chasing after you, of having you in his arms, alive, warm, and whole. But if he did die, he would never be an angel like you, would he? No. He could only dream.
His life consisted of work, cigars, and alcohol. Something he'd stop for his baby girl, but now, who was there to get better for? It all he ever smells like now, all he ever does.
His habits gets the best of him sooner or later. Until finally, he's had alcohol poisoning one night. As he collapses onto the floor, clutching his heart in pain, he smiles. He smiles because finally, he's able to rest with you. He smiles because maybe, he'd see you.
When he opens his eyes, he's back at the house. Back to state of kids toys all around, drawings on the wall, and a familiar voice he plays on repeat using recorded calls. His baby girl, in her room, drawing on the walls.
"Daddy!" You'd called out, a smile on your face. He rushes towards you, down on his knees just like in the hospital, sobbing fat tears. Although this time, you were alive, warm, and breathing.
"I missed you, Daddy." You murmured, hugging him back. He doesn't care if it's a dream, an illusion, a cruel joke. All he cares about is his baby girl back in his arms again. He tells you everything, he tells you how much he's sorry, how much he loves you.
And for a while, you stay in each other's arms, tell stories, laugh, giggle. He does your hair, he cooks for you, tells you stories, lullabies. Everything you both wished he did. You were happy in those moments, incredibly. And from the corner of his eye, he saw something.
The lamp looks weird. He stares at the lamp in the corner then back at you. You hug him one last time, whispering how much you love him. And then he wakes up. He's in a hospital bed, surrounded by his teammates and a doctor.
He sheds a tear. And then another, then another, until he's sobbing. Sobbing out of grief, loss, misery, and hopelessness.
He misses his girl. His sweet girl. Come back, won't you?
Note: Should I do likeee another part of this?
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.. What do I do three nights in a row ?.. I've been doing this shit for three nights in a row.
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Iron Valiant Layout
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Iron Valiant suggested by @valturyek (1/5)
Not sure which color you'd vibe with so I used mostly cool tones. All PSDs are mine, just mixed with an under layer of Summer Haze.
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