summary: after little elizabeth overhears her classmate, she goes to work on trying to get a letter to you. michael, being the good father that he is, noticed that his daughter had been outside far longer than usual and goes to check on her.
pairing: dad! michael x daughter! oc, past michael x reader
word count: 529 words
warnings: dead reader, reader is a mom, ex-antichrist, definite canon divergence, dad! michael, named daughter, she/her reader
a/n: this doesn’t have a title because i’ve come to the conclusion that not everything needs one (and i couldn’t think of a good one so)
“Elizabeth, darling, what do you think you’re doing?” Michael questioned his daughter, his arms crossed over his chest.
The little girl’s big eyes widened. They were identical to yours. Every glance made Michael long for you, for your guidance in this wild ride of a life.
She turned slowly to face her father, dirt caked under her nails and all over her hands. Her hair was haphazardly pulled back with an old hairtie of yours, stray strands of hair all over her little neck. Dirt and grass stained the front of her clothes.
Elizabeth smiled nervously at her father. “I’m not doing anything,” she said, rocking back on her little heels. Her feet were bare. Grass tickled at her toes and she tried to keep in whatever laugh she felt bubble in the back of her throat.
“Don’t lie to me, little one,” he said, narrowing his eyes at the girl.
She pursed her lips, looking back at the pile of dirt she had dug up. The gardening shovel she had used sat off to the side. She was just about ready to shovel the dirt back onto the letter that she had buried, but of course, her father was there to question her about everything.
Elizabeth crossed her own arms over her chest, imitating Michael. “I’m not lying, daddy.”
“You’re just like your mother,” he said, walking over to her. “I always knew when she was lying. I know when you’re lying, too.” He paused, seeing the little tears beginning to form in his daughter’s eyes. He sighed softly, a hand gently pressing against her dirt smudged cheek. “Eliza, you are not in trouble,” he spoke, taking out her hair tie and properly tying it back into a ponytail. “You’ve definitely made a mess, but that doesn’t mean you’re in trouble. What are you up to?”
Elizabeth sniffled softly and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “I… a girl at school. She said that, that I could bury a letter and it would get to mommy,” she said, looking up at her father. “I wanted to tell her that I want her to come back. I love her. I miss her.”
She couldn’t fight back her tears and she quickly hugged onto her dad. Michael’s arms quickly wrapped around her little body and he pressed a warm kiss to the top of her head.
“Your mommy knows that you love her. She knows. Don’t you ever think otherwise,” he said.
But… if Michael was being honest with himself, he didn’t know. He had no idea where you were. You were the love of his life, and he still couldn't find you. One day, he would make the witches pay for the spell they put your soul under—because of that spell, you were undetectable to everyone save for the witch that cast it. But that day could wait. Because as much as he would love to see you again, he made you a promise. A promise to raise your child with as much love and kindness as he could. And despite the fact that he was the ex-antichrist, he was doing a wonderful job at it.
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Third part to the Western/Cowboy AU. Michael is trying to figure out what he wants while he has his family to take care of. As he relaxes with Amanda and falls asleep to see another person that owned his heart he is awoken to find out that there is an intruder in his home that is not looking to have a great time.
After a long..and I mean LONG wait...here it is. PART THREE TO THE YEEHAW FIC!! I was very excited to get this done and was so happy that everybody enjoyed the other three. I tried my best to put everything I had into this and was happy about the final product. I would like to thank Analaura @bluecat-with-glasses and Hugo @thenoman-sland for both of your cowboy pieces and giving me more inspiration to be able to write these lovely cowboys.
