Yan! Miguel O’Hara x daughter! Reader
Summary ; you were from earth 2199, you and your father were living peacefully. Until your father from earth 2099 came to take you back home. It didn’t matter to him if you wanted to or not.
Warnings! Yandere / dark themes , bad writing , description of gore, Google translated Spanish , use of y/n (like once or twice idk), reader is 13 , and this is really short…sorry💪🏻🤨
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You were sleeping peacefully in your father’s arms, he had came home from work a few hours ago and now the two of you were curled up in your bed. Even if you were a teenager, you and your father had a strong bond.
A portal opens opens in your quiet room, a 6’5 figure stepped out. Miguel O’Hara. He walked up to you’re bed, staring down at your dad with an almost feral look. Then looking at you his face softened, he then carefully picked you up and placed you in your own pillow. Looking back at your dad, which was just a different happier version of him. Miguel’s claw extended and he placed it directly too your fathers neck, dragging it across his neck the blood spilling and the sound of your father choking on his own blood woke you up.
Staring in horror at the tall masked man who just killed your father. “mi dulce hija, you are safe now.” The man tried to comfort you, backing up you hit the wall as tears we’re completely fading your vision. “Get away you monster!” You yelled out. Your words hurt him deeply.
Miguel grabbed your ankle and dragged you back to him, he pulled of his mask and he looked exactly like your now dead father. Crying out even harder you also held a confused expression, he leaned over your neck and bit into you. It felt almost like a vaccine you would get at the doctors, feeling your body starting to go limp as you were still awake was scary.
“I’m just bringing you home, mi belleza.” Miguel picked up your limp body like it was nothing, holding a hand across your back and one under your legs as the portal opened again and he walked in with you in his arms
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It had been a few weeks, and you were still resting him. he had gotten fed up,Leading up to an argument.
“Why can’t you let me go! I’m not your daughter!” You yelled, you were both standing in the living room. “Because! I lost you once. And I fucking refuse to lose you again. You don’t know how long I’ve had to stare at a screen while watching some other version of me get to love you like I did. I’ve missed you for 5 years. You are still my daughter and I won’t let you leave.” There was a silence before he spoke again sternly “go to your room and don’t come back out until I tell you too.”
There was no use in fighting him on this. A little while afterwards you were laying in bed,curled into a fetal position. you heard a nock on your door, before Miguel opened it softly. “¿Mi vida? Are you okay? Listen I’m sorry I yelled, but I need you to understand why I’m doing this… it’s for your own good.” He spoke gently.
You stayed silent with your back turned, “y/n. You can’t ignore me forever.” He said, still calmly but he seemed like he was about to start yelling..Still no answer. Before he was about to yell, quiet sniffles erupted. Miguel sighed and walked over to your bed.
Sitting down on your bed he comfortingly pats your shoulder, “ I’ve never lied to you.” Miguel spoke firmly. “ well- “ you started off, “that’s not true —I’ve had you lie to me before many times.” Miguel only looked at you before repeating, harsher this time. “ I have never lied to you.” he said“ well that’s not true, what about when you said i could go back to my original dad” your eyebrows furrowed as you spoke.
“ I’ve been wrong ,but I’ve never lied to you , I love you mi hija” Miguel answered with his hand on your shoulder, finally turning to face him you sit up and stare at him for a few seconds. You throw yourself at him in a hug, he catches you and hold you tightly as you burry your head in his neck/shoulder. Muttering apologies as you hold onto him as tightly as you can, he pets your hair. “Shhhh it’s okay mi vida.”
That would have been comforting, if there wasn’t a sick grin on his face.
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