Papi the DILF (Papi x Reader)

Epilogue

Author's Note: Thank you for tuning into this fanfiction. These last few months (last few years, even), we have all been going through some stuff, I'm sure, so I had fun writing this strange piece of literature.

I have given up drinking hard liquor. I apparently have this intolerance to alcohol, and I end up breaking out in hives and have troubles breathing. These symptoms will occur after a very low amount of vodka, tequila, whiskey or any other hard liquor. On top of that, I vomit very easily and I tend to talk about concerning things when under the influence of strong alcohol. I don't seem to remember as much as my family does, but they have expressed concern, so I dumped out my bottle of liquor. It's been almost a week since I've had it. I never thought to consider myself an alcoholic, but I'm finding this harder than I expected, even though I'm not exactly abstaining myself from beverages with low alcohol content. Still, I keep telling myself that this is for the best. To any actual alcoholics out there going through actual sobriety, you keep it up! This is tough, but you are tougher.

I am still not entirely sober. I have made an effort to be more careful around alcohol, but I am able to be, and am currently, intoxicated through (brownies) other means. Heh heh heh... 

Well, enough about my perfectly healthy life as well as my light trauma dumping (I'm fine, I'm just a complainer). Here's the epilogue. I hope you enjoy!

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The date was June 15th. Papi was inside a tent, going through labor. Kedamono was helping deliver the baby.

"Come on, Papi!" cheered Kedamono as he stood at the foot of the bed. "Push!"

Popee waited outside of the tent, covering his ears, desperately trying to block the noise of his father's pained moans and Kedamono's constant encouragement. Finally, a wave of relief washed over everyone as the sound of a baby's cry pierced the air.

After a few more minutes, Kedamono opened the tent and said, "Okay, Popee. You can come in now."

Popee entered the tent and found his father cradling a baby girl with silver hair.

"Woah," said Popee. "She's beautiful! What is her name?"

Papi turned to Popee and smiled, "Her name is Marifa. And I want you to be a good brother to her."

"I'm going to be a great brother!" Popee glared at Papi. "And not because you told me to."

Papi held up Marifa and Popee took her from him. Popee looked into Marifa's green eyes as he cradled her. Kedamono wagged his tail and his mask fell down, revealing another mask with a big smile on it.

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Over the next several months, Marifa grew up into a beautiful thirteen-year-old girl, because that was apparently her canonical age due to this Wikipedia article (the rest of the characters accept this sudden growth spurt, so you can too, reader).

For the majority of the year, Popee had been watching Marifa at Wolf Circus while Papi travelled the world. Much to Popee's annoyance, he hadn't heard from his father for months. Marifa's birthday was coming up soon. June 15th would come again soon in just a couple of days. Today, Popee had made peace with the fact that he probably wouldn't hear from anyone outside of Wolf Circus until Marifa's birthday came around.

"Popee, do you know who my mother is?" Marifa asked earlier today. She caught Popee practicing doing some juggling tricks.

"Technically speaking it's that jackass with the mustache," groaned Popee, tossing a singular juggling ball in the air before catching it. "I don't like to admit it, but he is my parent too."

"Okay," Marifa sat down on the ground, watching Popee play with the ball. "Then, who's the father?"

"Also Papi." Popee said, dropping the singular ball he was tossing into the air. It rolled over to Marifa, who picked it up.

"Okay," Marifa stood up and handed the ball back to Popee. "But who is the other parent?"

"What do you mean?"

"Kedamono gave me the talk."

"What talk?"

Marifa gave Popee a sly smirk, "The birds and the bees!"

Popee's face immediately went red. Marifa watched as Popee began running to Kedamono's hammock, waking him up with his screaming. Marifa let out a sigh, frustrated that she still had no idea who her second parent was.

Marifa watched as Diavolo from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure walked through the entrance of Wolf Circus. He seemed to be just as confused to be there as she was. Marifa approached him, making him back away in panic.

"I-It's happening again," stammered Diavolo, sweating with fear. "I'm dying, aren't I?"

"Popee?" Marifa called out. "There's a strange man here!"

Popee immediately ran back to Marifa, carrying a shotgun. He lifted the shotgun and pointed it at Diavolo's head. "Get away from her, Perv!"

Popee shot Diavolo in the head, killing him instantly.

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Hello, Dear

It's me again.

Papi.

You know, in that one chapter that got really meta in the beginning? The part that "didn't happen". Well, unlike that  particular section, this part is canon. Or, at least canon in this fanfiction, as well as the JoJo universe.

Apparently, Alien's hypothesis came true. Whatever he did ended saving all of us, our daughter, and the rest of the world too. Still, did mess with our memories and the time of the universe and whatever else he was talking about. I did not understand it at all. Did you?

Anyway, it seems like science fiction became science reality.

But I didn't forget.

I didn't forget the time we shared at the carnival. I didn't forget the first time we made love. I didn't forget the countless times we have died for each other.

It's true, you are unable to count the many times we have died for each other in this fanfiction. I've sure tried, but it's countless!

Either that, or I'm really bad at counting.

No matter. Even though everyone else at Wolf Circus fails to remember what happened during your time as a part of our family, I still remember. Whether it be the power of some great providence or the power of my intense love for you or the power of some other third external force, I never forgot.

I never forgot how much I love you.

I never forgot who gave me my daughter.

I never forgot that you are family.

Secretly, I'm afraid that perhaps you forgot. I don't want to believe it, but I must accept that it's a possibility. But if you remember me, perhaps we can be together again.

I love you so much. Even through this screen, I can see how beautiful you are. I want you to remember me as well.

If you remember who your family is, be sure to tell your daughter happy birthday. June 15th is coming up, after all. Wish Marifa a happy birthday, and we will be sure to hear it. Then, I will know that you remember and you can come back home with us.

Whether I hear from you or not, I will never forget you or my love for you.