Missing (GHB x Daughter!Reader)

Ch4: One Eventful Evening

~*time skip to after school*~

Reader POV

You step through the door of your home, only to have Marcos race past you up the stairs to the room you share. You sigh, but smile--today is his big date. You run up the stairs and walk in. "Just can't wait, can you?"

"He'll be here at 6:00! That's less than 3 hours!" He collapses on his bed.

"Nervous?"

"How can I not be? This is my big crush we're talking about!" he looks at you and you smile.

"Everything will turn out just fine. He obviously likes you, so I think he'll ask you out," you say, then lay next to him. "Who knows? Maybe you'll get that kiss," you tease, nudging him as he blushes.

You get up and grab your homework binders, then return to his side with a pencil and highlighters in your hand. He gets the memo and grabs his homework things, and the two of you start working and talking on the plushy surface. He grabs his phone and starts to play the playlist you guys made together, causing a smile to make its way to your lips, and you see Marcos' pearly whites as well.

For the next 45 mins, the two of you sing along to Adele, Shinedown, The Offspring, Linkin Park, and P!nk. As you finish your math worksheet, he wraps up his English paper, and soon enough, you two are finally done!

"We still know all the words to those songs," you say, smiling. "even though we made it, what, 3 years ago?"

"Yeah. Still the greatest songs ever!" he says enthusiastically, rocking out with his own air guitar.

You yawn and lay down on his bed, too exhausted to move. You close your eyes and, without knowing, fall asleep with a smile on your lips. Marcos hears your breathing even out and maneuvers you so your head is on the pillow instead of on your textbook, careful of your horns, then goes to get ready for his date.

GHB POV

3 more hours. The countdown is killing you, eating away at your nerves. How should you pass the time? More faygo?

No.

Instead you decide to play through your memories of (f/n) as a wriggler once again--she was just so motherfucking cute!

~*flashback*~

(f/n)'s wriggling day, turning 2 sweeps old. She's wearing that dress one of your jadeblooded slaves made; it's a tutu dress with a black top, a spotted ribbon around the waist, and a purple tutu skirt, with her hair tucked behind her ears and her face painted with motherfucking miraculous clown makeup.

"Daddy! Daddy Highblood!" she squealed, running towards you. You smiled and picked her up, spinning her around.

"How's my motherfucking miracle on her wriggling day!?"

She giggled and hugged your chest, though she was much too small to wrap around it. "It's fucking MIRACULOUS, daddy!"

"Highblood, you know I don't like her swearing," your matesprit says and walks in, beautiful as ever. "And she only learns it from you!"

She smiles--so fucking beautiful. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you remember her face, her eyes, her smile, her voice. Everything about her was perfect.

"Mommy!" (f/n) squealed, reaching her little arms out to her mother; she picked her up and held her on her hip.

"Happy birthday, baby! You're getting so old!"

(F/n) giggled. "No! I'm only two sweeps, Mommy! Right, Daddy Highblood?"

"That's motherfucking right, my little miracle." I smiled. "But you're getting so big!"

"No, Daddy. I'll stay little forever! So I can be your little miracle forever and ever!"

~*end of flashback*~

Silent tears were falling down your face. You HAD to get your little miracle back, and she was only a mere 2.5 hours away from your hold again. Wiping the tears from your cheek, you drift into a dreamy sleep, full of the sweet memories you and (f/n) shared.

Reader POV

You are awoken by the impact of another body on yours.

"(F/n)! (F/n)!!!! Wake up!!!~" Marcos half-shouted, half-cooed.

"Fuck....Marcos? What the fuck are you doing? I was sleeping..." You planted your face into the pillows.

"But (f/nnnnnnnnnnn)!!! Don't you wanna hear how my date with Andrew went???" he whined in your ear.

You sighed and sat up, realizing for the first time you weren't in your own bed, and that it was dark outside. You look at the time-- 7:55.

"Okay, how'd it go?" you ask, managing a smile.

"AMAZING!!!~" he starts, a huge smile reaching across his face. "At the theater, he paid for my movie ticket, then about halfway through the movie, he put his arm around my shoulder! Then after the movie was over, he took me to a corner out of the way in the hallway and asked me if I liked him! When I said yes, he said he liked me too and he took my hands and kissed me and asked me to be his boyfriend!!!!! I was SO HAPPY!!!!"

The words had spilled out of his mouth so fast, no one other than you would have been able to understand him. But you did, and you smiled brightly. "Marcos, that's great!" You shout, hugging him. "I told you he would!" You nudge him and wink.

A loud crash outside snaps both of your heads to the window.

Universal POV

A blueblooded guard cautiously approaches the sleeping highblood, extra careful not to anger him.

"D--> Highb100d. We have...arrived at our destination." he says timidly, tapping The Grand Highblood on the shoulder.

His eyes snapped open and a grin immediately found its way to his lips. "Then let's fucking GO, MOTHERFUCKER."

(F/n) and Marcos stare dumbfounded out the window. A spaceship has landed in their backyard.

IN. THEIR. BACK. YARD.

Grand Highblood and a few of his guards disembark the ship and start walking towards the home (f/n) had grown up in.

The two teenagers turn to face each other, both with their eyes wide. "What the fuck was that?" (f/n) asked, already knowing neither of them knew the answer. Their attentions shift to the door at the end of the room-- loud footprints can be heard pounding up the steps. (F/n) grabs Marcos' hand, and their heart rates increase as the steps come closer and closer to the door.

It only takes a single blueblooded guard to bring the door down, and in a single hit at that. (F/n) screams as the foreign creatures enter the room. As Highblood walks in, her screaming subsides to wimpering as she recognizes the horns on top of his head as her own.

Under further examination, she comes to the conclusion that he is the frightening figure from her nightmares.; upon the revalation, she screams again. This time, louder. Much louder. 

He just smiles at the sight of her, but scowls at the filthy human scum sitting next to her. "My motherfucking miracle! All fucking grown up!" he says, stepping closer. But she just screams, tears pouring down her face.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!" (f/n) yelled at the top of her lungs. Highblood's face drops, a distinguishable hurt in his eyes.

He turns to his guards. "Fucking grab her and take her to the motherfucking ship," he commands. "But be careful."

As commanded, the blueblooded guards remove (f/n) from Marcos' side as she clings to his hand, trying to hold on, but they're too strong and her hand slips away. She screams for him, calling his name, but he's paralyzed on the bed by what he was just witnessed to. (F/n) is flung over the shoulder of one of the guards and is carried away to the ship. Rather from stress or just pure exhaustion, she passes out.