Missing (GHB x Daughter!Reader)

Ch6: Daddy?

Reader POV

Your heart drops. The man from your worst nightmares is standing right in front of you. To make things worse, he had the widest grin imaginable spread across his face, ear to ear. Just the mere sight of him is enough to stop your heartbeat.

Before you can even comprehend your feelings or the situation before you, your breathing picks up, adrenaline surging through your veins. You start to shake. You want to run. But you can't; you're frozen in place.

Fear consumes you, and you immediately start to hyperventilate. His smiling face quickly becomes one of concern as you breathe at such a rapid speed.

Black spots dot your vision and you can feel your knees give out; the last thing you see before the world goes dark is him surging forward to catch you.

GHB POV

You catch your precious miracle seconds before she can hit the floor. Why the motherfuck was she freaking out? Is she really that fucking scared of you? You know you can be frightening, but doesn't she even recognize her own motherfucking dad?

These thoughts flood your mind as you carry her bridal style to her room, walking as careful as possible through the winding hallways. You look down at her peaceful, sleeping face, and the emotions start to flow; fuck, she looks so much like her mother. You can't help but feel a pang of sadness that she's scared to death of you. Hopefully she'll come around; you don't know if you could live with the thought that your little miracle hates the very sight of you.

As you reach her door, you careful maneuver yourself so you can open it without hurting your precious daughter. This was (f/n)'s room when she was just a wriggler, and you changed nothing about it since the day she was taken. The memory still haunts you.

~*flashback*~

(f/n) was running around the garden, having the time of her life picking out different flowers to surprise her mother. You watch with amusement as she reaches for a rather large white flower; the roots were pretty deep in the ground, so when she was finally able to pick it, the force knocked her right onto her butt; she just giggled and kept going about her way.

Suddenly you hear a scream coming from the house-- it was your matesprit! Thinking on nothing but instinct and adrenaline, you grab (f/n) and race towards your home. Your little miracle had the most frightened yet understanding face, and you'll never forget it. As you charge through the door, it's just in time for you see two fucking rustbloods walking across the room with your matesprit held against her will.

She screams out for you, but it's far too late. They rush out the front door with your matesprit locked tight in their grip. Without thinking, you set (f/n) down and race out the door; you see them carrying her away from your home, her still kicking and screaming, calling for you. Your blueblooded guards suddenly arrive on the scene and begin to fire their arrows at the intruders, seeming to be recruits from The Summoner-- he's been holding a lot of riots lately to protest the new social reforms made on the peasants.

MotherFUCKER.

His message: if you take away what's ours, we'll take away what's yours.

In the wake of all the commotion, as one of your guards shoots an arrow with deadly precision, the larger of the rustbloods suddenly turns sharp, putting your matesprit in way of the flying weapon.

It all happened so fast that you can hardly remember how the rest went down. Next thing you know, your matesprit is on the ground in a pool of blood, an arrow through her chest. The life drains from her eyes as she collapses, and the rustbloods just run. Your guards chase after them, but you stay behind, barely able to approach the corpse that was once your only love. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes as you kneel next to her and place her inspirited body in your lap. You hug her head to your chest and sob, petting her soft hair and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"...I love you....I love you so motherfucking much..."

As you rock back and forth with your deceased matesprit in arms, you suddenly remember (f/n). YOU LEFT HER IN THE HOUSE.

You quickly set your matesprit down carefully and run. When you burst through the door, (f/n) is no where to be seen. "GOG MOTHERFUCKING DAMMIT!!!"  you scream as you begin to run through the house in search of your little miracle. The first place you go to check is her room-- the door is slightly ajar.  As you get closer you can hear voices.

"I'm going to take you somewhere safe, okay, little doll? It's too dangerous for you here."

"But why? And what about my daddy?"

"Your daddy can't take care of you. I'm going to take you to a place that will take good care of you. Does that sound good to you, doll?"

"Okay...but I wanna take this with me."

"Alright, little doll. Let's go."

THAT MOTHERFUCKING SUMMONER BETTER NOT LAY A HAND ON MY MIRACLE. You barge through the door just in time to see him at the large window, it gaping wide open, and little (f/n) standing right next to him. Rage sets in your eyes and you lunge forward, trying to grab that fucker by the throat, but you miss; in the process of dodging your attack, he took hold of (f/n), who was now crying and screaming for you with her fist clenched to her chest.

"DADDY! DADDY, NO! DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME! I'M SORRY! I LOVE YOU! NO, DADDY PLEASE! SAVE ME!"

You reach to grab her, but if you had reached any farther, you would have fallen out of the window to the ground below; you can only watch in horror as that MOTHERFUCKING SUMMONER flies away with your precious miracle in his arm.

"I'm sorry, my baby...." was all you could say as you kneel in front of the open window and watch her fly away in the distance. Purple tears begin to stream from your yellow eyes and down your flustered cheeks. "I'm so fucking sorry...."

~*end of flashback*~

You had laid your now-grown-up daughter on her bed, still fast asleep. The tears are falling down your face as you look at her now; you carefully caress her face with the back of your hand. Sadness from the painful memories but happiness from the reuniting flood through you, and your emotions have now taken over. You place your hand on (f/n)'s cheek and cover your face with the other, trying to conceal the quiet sobs.

Once you had calmed down and the tears had nearly come to an end, you look back at (f/n); she starts to move.

Reader POV

This dream, for the first time in forever, had actually been pleasant and not frightening, though the man from your nightmare was in it. But he seemed different than you remember-- kind, protective, loving....almost fatherly.

However, the dream was not prolonged as you had hoped, and you begin to stir, your body finally waking up. As you open your eyes, you see him. The man from your dreams, and the man from your nightmares. A pang of fear strikes through you, but then you suddenly remember: the dream.

He's staring at you with purple tear-stained eyes. The same eyes as yours.

You then remember something else: the portrait.

Darting your gaze to the wall, you see it once more. You, him, and that woman.

A family. It's a family portrait.

You stare back at him, fear and hope mixed into his gaze, and utter one single, profound word: "D-daddy?"

Universal POV

His heart overflowed with joy at the sound of that one word. (F/n) sat up in bed to face him fully, and that was all he needed.

The Grand Highblood leaned forward and engulfed his beloved daughter into a loving embrace that he hadn't had the chance to do in sweeps. Fresh tears run down his face as he just holds her.

(F/n), a little shocked at first, finally realizes that this man, who had been in her mind for all these years, was the man she had been searching for her entire life: her father.

It seemed too good to be true.

She closes her eyes and returns the embrace, wrapping her arms around him. Her emotions overflow and she starts to cry, though she rarely cries.

"I love you, my little miracle."

"...I-I love you too...d-dad..."