Hi, absolutely no pressure to write anything, but would you be willing to write an agere fic/ oneshot ft. Caregiver Quill from the MCU with a little reader, preferably his daughter/kid if you wanna keep it gender neutral. Maybe something about him comforting them after they have a bad dream about him going away again post Infinity War, making them a bottle and/or rocking them with comforting words? Maybe reader is between 2-4? Aaa unsure if this is good or not, could you tag @quillcore in it so I donāt miss it if you do? Again absolutely no pressure!! Its just so hard to find content about my dad :ā) thank you in advance if you do,,
A/N - Yes!! I love Quill! I suck with dialog because I'm not super used to writing it, but I tried! Also, Im not sure what preferred caregiver name or nickname you wanted but I did my best ^.^
Masterlist - All my work!
Warnings ā ļø: Mentions of death, yelling, panic attack, carrying, fluff, use of fem pronouns and nicknames, side characters of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.
Papa!Peter Quill x Little!Fem reader
"We don't know if he's going to be back pumpkin. We aren't even sure what happened. You'll have to stay here in the tower until everything finally settles" Steve calmly reminds you, after you ask for your papa for the millionth time.
Your papa had gone missing almost 6 months ago, and all uncle steve could tell you was that he just.. poofed?
"It doesn't matter anymore Steve. They aren't coming back. Lying to the kid won't help!" Tonys booming voice suddenly came through the closed door that him and Steve were currently in.
"She doesnt understand what's going on. I refuse to-" Steves voice suddenly went too quiet to hear.
You slowly crawl to the door, sitting right by it, trying to hear through the solid wood.
"For all we know they could be dead. Giving her false hope will end up causing more problems when she eventually find out." Tony's stern voice pierced your ears as much as it did your heart.
"Papa dead?" You slowly whisper out, your breath getting stuck in your throat as tears brimmed in your eyes.
Steve stormed out to the living room, and immediately saw the tears streaming down your face and crouched in front of you, worry that you overheard, coursing through his veins.
"Hey hey, Y/N, what's wrong?"
"Dead? He dead?" You look at Steve with nothing but agony and fear, your voice strained.
His look of disappointment and his eyes filling with fear of your reaction tells you everything you need.
"Nonono not Papa! Papa! No! No-"
"Sweetheart!" Quills gentle yet firm voice shakes you out of your awful dream. You look around your surroundings before throwing your arms around your papa, sobbing.
"Shh, shh. It's okay, it's all over. I'm alive. Your safe." Quill gently runs his hands through your hair, softly rocking you, helping you to get through another nightmare.
The day you found out he had been blipped, was the day your world fell apart. After finally getting him back a year ago, you still havent recovered from the 5 years without him.
Quill gently picks you up, walking around your apartment, whispering gentle praises and comforting words.
When you finally peak out of his neck, your face swollen and puffy from crying, your eyes full of fear and worry. Worry that you could be imaginating his smell, that everything you see could be a lie.
"Sweetheart, i'm back, permanently. Theres nothing that could take me from you ever again." Your papa gently reassures you.
When he came back and they defeated Thanos (Or the big bad purple guy), he stepped away from being a fighter, and part of the squad that would go on missions. He would still help from on base, but he would spend most of his time with you.
Quill softly bounces you as he walks to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle, and quickly heating it up to your favorite temp.
Its around the time the bottles in your lips and his soft singing fills your ears that you realize this isnt a dream. Your able to comprehend that your papa wasnt dead. He was still here to love you even if that meant that when you thought he was gone, he had to remind you he would always come back for you.
He walks around the living room calming you downa s you finish off your bottle, and the sun starts to peak through the blinds.
Quill softly sets the now empty bottle down on the coffee table and walks back to his room, holding you closely to his chest.
He lays down with you in his arms, softly kissing your nose, and telling you a story of his time in the guardians. How your uncle rocket was just the silliest friend, even if your Papa got annoyed by the little trash panda at times.
"Yes, Sweetheart?" He softly replies.
"No gorgeous. Papas not gone. Never gone from you."
