#dadwagon

Pushing the door to his daughter’s room open, he looked in. 

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” he spoke, looking around the room to try and spot his child in the dim light. The bundle of blankets shifted as the head of his daughter peeked out, tears brimming her [Eye colour] eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she threw the covers off and rushed over to her father, latching onto him in a tight hug. 

“Daddy! I-I saw it again!” The small girl sobbed into his pyjama shirt, clutching the material as if it was a lifeline. Speedwagon’s brow furrowed as he kneeled down and lifted her up, holding her close and rubbing her back to soothe his daughter. [Name]’s reoccurring nightmares was something that was no longer uncommon for Speedwagon but seeing his daughter like this made his heart ache with sorrow. 

“Shh, it’s alright, sweetie. I’m ‘ere.” He carried her to her bed and smoothed out the blankets before lighting the candle and bringing soft, golden light to the room. Shadows moved around from it and [Name] buried her face against him more, fearing those shadows. He thought of something and smiled, he walked over to the window and opened it, allowing a cool breeze to enter along with the moonlight. While they had a view of Ogre Street from here, if they looked just beyond the rooftops, they could see the glow of the rest of London from here. A lovely view at night. 

[Name] perked up a little and looked, Speedwagon smiling at this as he saw her relax a little. 

“It always seems more quiet in the dark, It always feels so stark. ‘ow silence grows under the moon, Constellations gone so soon.”

Speedwagon sung softly, one hand moving and gently smoothing down her [Hair colour] hair and easing it of any small knots, an action that always calmed her down. Glancing up at the sky, Speedwagon smiled at the clear night and the flurry of stars that flickered and sparkled in the dark sky. 

“I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun. Now all my stories ‘ave been told, Except for one.”

[Name]’s wide eyes slowly stopped spilling tears as she listened to her father’s voice, rubbing her eyes to be rid of the tears before glancing up at the sky then locking with it. [Eye colour] orbs taking in the wonders of the sky and the beauty of the stars. She knew the place they lived in was not the best nor kindest in the world but that didn’t bother her, she always loved looking at the sky at night here. Her father always made her feel safe, even after her mother fell asleep and didn’t wake up. 

“As the stars start to align, I ‘ope you take it as a sign. That you'll be okay, Everythin’ will be okay.”  

Slowly, Speedwagon turned her head a little towards the moon in the sky. Its bright light falling over all of London with a gentle glow, and [Name] perked up even more, a smile on her lips as she waved at the moon happily. Her father always told her that even if her mother isn’t with them anymore, she is always watching over them both as the moon. So every night if the moon was out, [Name] would stand and wave, letting her mother know she still loves her and misses her. Something that made Speedwagon’s heart flow with pride. 

He knew that if his wife was still here with them, she would be so proud of their daughter. He most certainly was, and he would not trade her for anything in the world. 

The movements and sly tricks were all things that Speedwagon had learned and mastered in his life as a thug, and while his wife may have been against teaching their daughter such things, he wanted to ensure her safety. He wanted to make sure she could defend herself if the situation arises. He didn’t want to take chances. 

[Name] was his pride and joy, something he didn’t believe he would have in his earlier years. He wanted her to thrive with all opportunities unlike he did, he wanted her to have the life he never had, and he was never disappointed in her. 

“Okay, that’s enough for now, [Name]. You’re getting very good at it.” He smiled, his tied back hair slipping out slightly but that mattered little to him. [Name] smiled up at her father, a smile that was so much like her mother’s. Many had commented how she was almost the mirror image of her mother when she was young, and he couldn’t agree more. She may have looked like her mother but the determination and strive she had was clearly from her father, which he encouraged at every chance. 

The locket around his neck, often tucked and hidden behind his tie and shirt, held the photograph of them days after [Name] was born. Her sleeping in his arms while her mother smiled, sitting beside them. No matter how the years passed, he never forgot that day. Nor could he ever see her as anything but his baby girl. No matter how she grew.

“Damnit, Caesar! Will you quit messing with me?!” 

“Oh yeah?! You’re the one who was in the way!” 

“Will you both shut up?!” His words exactly. Joseph and Caesar were combustible while she was the neutral ground that kept them from going over the rails and nearly killing one another. A fine young lady, young but mature, and yet has enough freedom to enjoy her youth with her cousin, Joseph. The two were almost like siblings, always there for one another, ready to drop everything if something is wrong. It, in a way, reminded Speedwagon of how he and Jonathan once were. 

Joestar, Speedwagon and Zeppeli. A bond that seemed to be passed down even to their descendants. Something that brought a smile to his face as the three teenagers wrestled one another on the floor. After they finally broke apart and settled down, Speedwagon smiled at his daughter. So many years seemed to pass by like a soft breeze. 

“[Name], I want to speak with you alone, please.” he spoke suddenly, breaking the silence and drawing her attention. Slightly confused, she nodded and followed him into the other room. 

“What’s the matter, dad?” She asked when she shut the door behind her and looked at him. Speedwagon stood there, the smile still on his lips. 

“I wanted to give you something. Something I believe you deserve to have.” Slowly, he grabbed something from the side. A sledgehammer. The very same sledgehammer he used decades ago against the undead created by Dio, the same one that has kept him alive for times before that. He believed it had brought him luck. He carefully handed it to her. “I want you to have it.” 

[Name] examined it closely, eyes slightly wide in awe at it, as he had told her about it and she had always loved it. “B-But this is your sledgehammer.” Finally breaking contact with the sledgehammer, she looked up at her father. 

He simply smiled at her, “I know. And I want you to have it. I want you to be safe against these creatures, and I know that will protect you.” Carefully setting it aside, [Name] went over and hugged him, smiling. 

“Thank you, dad. I’ll treasure it.” He returned the hug without a second thought.