Papa!Romano x Child!Reader - You Raise Me Up

“But papa!” you protested, stamping your foot for emphasis.

“No means no (Name),” stated Lovino, with a certain amount of strictness in his tone.

“But why can’t I go to the graduation party like the others?!”

“It ends too late.”

“Too late?! It ends at like 11pm!”

“Exactly my point. Either way, no means no.”

“Ugh, non mi lasci fare nulla! Ti odio!!” (1) you screamed at him, before running to your room, shutting the door with a loud slam.

Lovino couldn’t chase after you. He just stood there, shocked at what you had just said. The fact that you had said that in his native language made it even more hurtful.

He proceeded to sit on the living room couch, and buried his face in between his hands as he sobbed, having not felt this hopeless and upset in years.

A while later, his tears slowed down and his sobbing came to a complete stop. However, he continued to sit there, staring into space, thinking about past memories.

“I guess I should get used to loneliness again soon, (Name) will be going off to college after all, she doesn’t need her papa anymore…” he mumbled to himself.

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‘Papa…’ you thought to yourself sadly, not wanting to believe how much you had hurt him.

You had just came down, wanting to apologize. But after hearing that, how could you? A simple “I’m sorry” wouldn’t make your papa feel much better.

You walked back to your room quietly and hugged your tomato plush, trying to think of ways to make your papa happy.

Then you remembered one moment when you were very young and how he had sung to you to calm you down.

“That’s it!” you exclaimed, already planning out how you were going to do this.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘Well, this it…’ you thought to yourself nervously. The graduation ceremony had just ended, and when it did, you immediately ran up the stage and grabbed the mic.

“Please wait everyone! I would like to say something!” you had said, catching everyone’s attention, “Um…first off, I would like to say that I really enjoyed my time at school here with all of you, and the second thing is… dedicated to my papa, Lovino Vargas,” effectively directing all the attention towards him, much to his surprise.

“Papa, mi dispiace per ieri. Questa canzone è dedicata a voi,” (2) you said, counting down in your head before starting to sing.

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up: To more than I can be.

As soon as did last note ended, you heard lots of cheers and applause. Feeling embarassed, you mumbled a quick “Grazie” into the mic begore hurrying off the stage.

“(Name)!” you heard someone yell and turned to see Lovino running up to you.

“P-papa...”

“Did you really...mean that?” he asked, looking directly into your (e/c) eyes.

“Sì papa, I did... Ti voglio bene,” you smiled giving him a hug, feeling arms wrapping around you as he hugged back.

“...Ti voglio bene.”




(1) - Ugh, you never let me do anything! I hate you!
(2) - Papa, I’m sorry about yesterday. This song is dedicated to you.