Missing (GHB x Daughter!Reader)

Ch13: Home

Reader POV

Your stifled effort at a scream is immediately halted by a hand placed firmly across your mouth.

"Hey, hey,--" he speaks in your ear as you attempt to wiggle free, "Miss (f/n), calm down, it's me!"

You rip yourself from his hold and swiftly turn around to face him. Thank gog for your nocturnal eyes, or you would have never been able to see that it was Pierre before swinging some serious fists.

"Pierre, what the hell!?" you whisper scream, "You scared the living shit out of me!"

Though you can't see it yet, his face turns a vivid green.

"M-my deepest apologies, miss (f/n). I heard the commotion downstairs and realized you were coming this way. I didn't want any other servants seeing us together, so I thought it would be best to talk in here. . ."

He drifts off, looking at the floor and rubbing the back of his head.

"I guess the execution of my plan wasn't the greatest, huh?"--he gives a small grin and you chuckle a bit--"But, if I may ask, miss (f/n), what exactly happened? It sounded pretty serious."

You let out a short groan. "Ugh, it's nothing, just my dad being. . .stupid."

A small sigh escapes your lips. Pierre keeps his gaze on you a moment before sliding his eyes to the floor.

"I'm sorry, miss (f/n). If you don't want to talk about it now--or ever, that's alright." He looks up. "But I'm still here, at your service."

He bows cheesily in front of you, and you can't help but crack a slight grin.

"Thank you, Pierre." You pat his head. "It means a lot."

He straightens himself up. Despite the darkness of the room, your eyes have adjusted and can now see the subtle blush on his cheeks.

GHB POV

"Good motherfucking gog, could this have gone any worse!?" You think as you stare dumbfounded at the door. You figured it wouldn't go completely smooth, but this came straight out of left motherfucking field!

"What the hell was that!?" Mavrik exclaims, wiping what juice he can from his face.

"You motherfucking ANGERED HER, THAT'S WHAT!" Your sudden outburst of rage not only shocks everyone in the room, but also yourself. Maybe it wasn't the best reaction, but this is your miracle at stake!

Orphaner Dualscar inhales. "I think miss (f/n) needs a little time to adjust and get well acquainted with Mavwrick, that's all." He pauses. "She seems. . .sweet?"

"SWEET!?" Mavrik interjects, standing up and slamming his palm on the table. "My outfit is ruined thanks to her!"

You give him the angriest look you can muster, and he finally gets the memo to sit back the fuck down and shut the fuck up.

You stand. "I'll go talk with her." Dualscar nods and Mavrik crosses his arms, staring at the floor.

You bellow at the servants in the room. "ATTEND ORPHANER DUALSCAR AND HIS GRUB FOR THE REST OF THE MOTHERFUCKING DAY. AND GET MAVRIK A MOTHERFUCKING CHANGE OF CLOTHES."

The servants begin to frenzy about the room, carrying out your orders as you walk determinedly out of the banquet doors. Now there's only one problem: where the fuck could your little miracle have run off to?

Reader POV

A thought suddenly strikes you. "Um, hey Pierre?"

He perks up. "Yes, miss (f/n)?