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Requested by @yourlocalratwriter : Could you please make a Hannibal x daughter reader(platonic) where his daughter has severe anger issues. Maybe like their having a outburst and yelling at him and doesn’t actually mean it? But they got Frustrated so they started yelling?
Warnings : anger issues, yelling by both parties.
A/n : ssso so sorry to answer this late, i finally have the courage to write again and i didnt wanna steal the plot or anythiing but at the same time i wanted to finally write thiiis ❤️
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Hannibal, has welcomed you into his home. He cooks for you, helps you with your studies and even with your relationships with society and life. He would also like to help you with your room, but that, being your cocoon, is a restricted place for the meticulous Hannibal Lecter. That, until today.
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You drag your feet through the mansion, tossing your bag on the nearest sofa as you headed for your room.
It had been a long day. A reeeeally long day. And frustration was irritating every part of your brain. Every inch of your body. You were definitely ready to melt into your mattress and fall asleep.
Yanking your bedroom door open, the scent of chemicals and artificial roses slaps your nostrils as you discover an orderly room. Not your room.
Your eyebrows knit together as you scan every inch of the space.
Disgusting. Tidy. Unlivable.
No more piles of clothes. No more stacked up papers. No more of those littles things you placed exactly in the right spot, exactly where you needed them.
Hannibal.
You march out of your room, each step growing louder and louder, fueling your anger. Until you reach the study.
You place your hand on the door handle, a thought comes to your mind.
You are not to come in without knocking on the door, y/n.
But you think again…Fuck him ?
You push the handle down, simultaneously pushing the door forward. There he is.
Your heart skips a beat.
Hannibal almost jolts up. For a split second, he's surprised. But as soon as his eyes land on your face, his body relaxes. And his features go back to being illegible. He watches you, his head slightly tilting to the side, waiting for an answer to a question he didn't need to ask.
"My room." You say.
"Yes ?" The doctor responds in an even simplistic manner. And it shakes sometimes in you.
"I told you not to touch my room." You keep your words to a minimum. As you were far far from calm, anymore anger and words were going to start spurting out of your mouth.
You wanted to avoid that.
"I organized everything accordingly. I d-"
What ?
His voice dies down as rage boils through your body. He's always trying to control everything. He cooks, he tells you what to do. When to do it. He chooses your meals for you. Who you're allowed to go out with. When to come home. Wait-so he read stuff, in order to organize it ?
"You read my stuff ?"
"That's not what i meant i-"
"Why would you do that, Hannibal." Your voice pierces through your own ears. You feel hot and your stomach is knotted up.
"Y/n, calm down."
"DONT TELL ME TO CALM FUCKING DOWN." Your body jolts in response, reaching your end point. "You're always trying to control everything. You fucking control freak" You accusingly point your finger at him. And your father stares in response.
He bites his bottom lip as his eyes rove from your reddened face to your finger, and back to your face. And slowly, he sets his hand on top of your finger, lowering it down forcingly. But you pulled away.
"Don't fucking touch m-"
"That's it." The man snaps, gripping your arm and dragging you over to the sofa, where he pushes you down. His grip is firm, but gentle. And before you have the time to move, he kneels down in front of you. "Now you're going to breat-you're going to breathe and I won't let you go until you do so."
Yours eyes meet his and your heart instantly slows down...But the overwhelming pain in your stomach doesn't die down. It lingers...
"Breathe, darling." Your father nods encouragingly as he awaits for you to obey. But you breathe heavily. Your voice sounded so hoarse and rough. You hated it. You didn't mean the words that just came out of your mouth. You didn't mean them. You just-Not sure-It just felt-
"It's okay, sweetheart, i know."
You shake your head as he nods No...No- He doesn't get it-he doesn't know. No-Y-
"I know you didn't mean what you said...It's okay."
You sniffle, a lump growing in your throat. "I'm sorry." It comes in a whisper.
"It's alright..Just breathe."
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Good reading, i hope. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹
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Summary : your dad, Hannibal. And your brother Sherlock sense something different about you. They bug you about it and later find out that you're being bullied. Needless to say, each one reacts differently. But both are comforting enough to get you to smile again.
Pairings : Alternate Universe : Hannibal Lecter x daughter, Sherlock holmes x sister.
Warnings : Hannibal being a cutie pie dad, mentions of bullying, a punch scene, mentions of wanting to off somebody.
A/N: yall know how much we love big boiz and these two are the perfect definition of that!!! Also let's ignore the fact that they're both somehow hoe at the same time like- don't they have no life??? Also i'm sorry if any of yall suffer from bullying ❤️. I really hope this doesn't trigger you. And i hope it comforts yall. I decided to delete it from the other account because i'm trying to get used to this one. Sorry if that confuses anybody lol
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Home sweet home.
Opening the door to your house, a very distinctive smell of rosemary oil slaps your nose as your pupils suddenly dilate, adjusting to the dim blueish feel of the house. That's what you've always loved about home. It wasn't just a safe space you thought about whenever you were outside, it was a smell, a look, a feel, warmth no matter how cold it was. Inner warmth.
"Little one."
You emerged back to real life.
"Oh" Spinning your head to the side, you catch your brother in act, pinning his head backwards as he sighs dramatically. "I caught her. Finally, i can have her now. She has awoken from her daydreams and she finally has time for us."
Your shoulders slouch as you roll your eyes at him. You're annoyed. And fucking pressured.
Your father and brother have been bugging you about what's been going on. A genius detective and a genius psychiatrist are two of the things you DO NOT want to be surrounded with.
But here you are, living with both-
"There she goes again."
Snapped out, again, of your little world, you huff, even more annoyed now.
"Would you both leave me alone."
The words come out harsher than you expected. You brush past them, taking off your coat before tossing it on the sofa. That upsets your dad. Sherlock too. But one's dangerous. The other one is too. Just..less dangerous.
"Something's different about you...I just can't seem to find what it is."
You smile when they're facing your back. You're honored to know that you're a difficult person to read, as reading is all they do.
As you walk upstairs, Sherlock follows behind. "What's been bugging you?"
"Nothing, Sherlock. Leave it." You mumble, entering your room, not bothering to look back because you know Sherlock to be respectful enough not to force things out of you. He can tell when you're really not in the mood to talk.
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On your way home, you like to walk past the forest entrance. The forest that's been known, your whole life, for it's eerie feels. The forest that only those YOLO people dare go into. Walking past it always made your blood pump, filled it with such adrenaline that- it made you feel al-
"Hey there, Lecter."
Fuck.
The voice is too close behind. How did you not realize somebody was behind you? If your dad were to hear he'd be so mad.
You slowly pivot around, only to find more than the one girl you expected.
Uh...
"Miller, let's not do this, okay? It's been a very long week and I'm t-"
You're interrupted by a fist that flies towards your face. And it's too quick so all you manage to do is lean back, making contact less painful. You stagger backwards, reaching up for your nose.
This bitch.
"Don't tell me what to do, Lecter. I choose when and what to do."
Miller and her rats walk away, leaving you frozen in place.
When did this become such a normal thing? You achingly take a deep breath in. You'd fight back, but you'd kill her. And that's not something you really want..
As you start walking home again, you think about how you're going to hide your bloody nose from your family...Or maybe..You won't. Too tired to do anything....You just didn't care anymore.
Opening the door, you're welcomed with that sweet sweet smell but...Fuck that and fuck everyth-
"What's that?"
You look up to find your dad hurrying towards you. He hols his hands out, ready to grab your cheeks but you flinch. The shock from earlier not having worn off.
"It's okay. It's just me." He reassures you, examining your nose as he rotates your head up and down. "Who did this to you?"
"It....It doesn't matter." You mutter, pulling away from him before heading for the living room.
"What's g-What's that?" Sherlock almost copies Hannibal but you lean back, holding an arm out to stop him. But he ignores it, grabbing your face to take a better look at your dried up bloody nose.
"Who did th-"
"It doesn't mattteeeeeeer." You groan this time, rolling your eyes as you once again pull yourself away. "It's just somebody from school that dislike me for no fucking reason." Your voice gets lower at the end of your sentence.
There really no reas-
"I'm sorry?" Sherlock frowns. "And you didn't think about telling us about this earlier? We would've hel-"
"How?" You cut Sherlock off, bitterness lacing your voice. You violently swing your coat and toss it on the sofa. "How the fuck would you have been able to help?"
"I know a way." Your dad joins in. You can sense the smirk creeping up on his lips. You can hear it in his voice.
"Is it a boy, or a girl?" Sherlock asks and before you get to reply, your dad does.
"It doesn't matter to me." Your dad jerks his knife playfully.. Although...the darkness in his eyes doesn't look so playful.
"What are their names, honey?" The doctor's voice is hauntingly blank. Just filled with nothingness. Like the person inside of him suddenly disappeared. And Sherlock senses it too.
"Father...Calm down...Please. I'll...." Sherlock's fatigued sigh stabs you in the heart. "I'll take care of it." He shoots his father a glare before grabbing your hand, gently. "I'll show you how to defend yourself."
You follow behind, turning when your dad speaks from a distance.
"I don't care what moves you're going to teach her, Sherlock. I'll make sure those kids never touch her again."
Your heart skips a beat. You don't want to ask. Don't want to know. You'd really rather not. But you ignore that...fear anyways. Why would you care. At least you had them to take care of you.
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wtf was this, am i right? I don't even how i managed to write it. Anyways, i hope yall enjoyed it. ❤❤❤🥀🥀🥀
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Someone should lock hannibal and will in different rooms and make them whatch the show.
It will end horriblly ofc but they'll also be very horny about it.
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not sure if i’m projecting or crazy or stupid or just actually incredibly good at characterization but will graham is extremely ethel cain coded 2 me
this man would drunkenly listen to strangers on repeat on his bathroom floor and bawl his eyes out while murmuring along to, “i tried to be good, am i no good? am i no good? am i no good?” while thinking about abigail and alana and beverly and and and….
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Okay so I've been meaning to do this for ever but here we are decided to make this so I can start writing oneshots for Hannigram!
So you can request ideas, I will only be doing Hannibal x child / teen readers no Romance only platonic oneshots.
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snax' master list
snax writes mcu. [bucky barnes]
snax writes suits. [harvey specter]
snax writes criminal minds. [derek morgan, aaron hotchner, david rossi, alex blake]
snax writes hannibal. [inesa lecter [OC]]
snax writes grey's anatomy. [derek shepherd]
snax writes asoiaf/got/hotd. [ned stark, rhaenys targaryen]
if you prefer ao3, here is snaxwrites on ao3 // who do i take requests for.
my everything blog: @poseidons-lovechild
#snax navigation#bucky barnes x reader#harvey specter x reader#derek morgan x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#david rossi x reader#alex blake x reader#hannibal lecter x daughter!OC#bedelia du maurier x reader#derek shepherd x reader#ned stark x reader#inesa lecter#hannibal lecter x oc#hannibal lecter x bedelia du maurier
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my dad used to play “enjoy the silence” by Depeche Mode and sing it to me all the time but now that he like isn’t around a lot i can now only thing of an older man like Hannibal Lecter or Lawrence Gordon loving me because i miss the way my dad loved me like i think about them in ways that are low-key pedophilic and would probably end someone up in jail because i have like severe Daddy Issues also notice how they’re both doctors of some sort i think that’s kind of funny knowing that my dad wanted to be a doctor before he dropped out of high school
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Hey google, how did it take me this long to wander far enough into this hellsite to discover Hannibal (all media) and Hannibal NBC? Cause like…
Same energy, different font.
Also, Abigail/Will and Louis/Claudia have the same energy, neither of which is healthy, or straight, and I’m here… at least for Abigail/Will.
Oops?
The Queer appeal of toxic love.
Vampire Reviews: IWTV 1994.
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[ FIC Hannibal series ] MISCHA
I don’t plan to write in English— but I will try soon
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Mischa Hobbs 12 year-old-girl who is the younger sister in Hobbs house, think her life like a roller coaster. Go to high and down with thousands mile per hour
round one , go high when found the secret ‘hunt’ of her sister and father
and down when he kill his wife— her mother , sister and try to kill Mischa too
and now , in time when her eye and Dr.Lecter’s eye meet. Mischa found her life will move to high again—and it faster then last time
Mischa don’t sure that strange feeling in her tummy is fear or—excited
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It is but a little cold
Request by : @xpsidedownn : Please more Hannibal x daughter reader! I love your stories sm. I have a request, if that’s okay? Maybe reader gets sick and stays home from school (if they go) and Hannibal takes care of her? If you feel uncomfortable in any way pls don’t do this! Thank you
A/N : I’m so so so sorry, darling. I have been busy with school. I hope you like it ❤❤❤❤
Warnings : none, just a bunch of fluff.
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A shaken up noise left your lips as you attempted to lift your head off the pillow, indomitable and unwilling.
“Dad…I’m not sure i’ll be able to go today.” You whispered, drawing in a breath of air and exhaling it painfully.
Your whole body hurt, your muscles, your head, even your eyes ached with each movement of the iris and your body burned flames, all the while you trembled from the cold. You were ill, you felt like you were…dying.
“Dying ?” Your father sweetly chuckled. “You are not dying,It is but a little cold.”
You growned, unsatisfied with his answer.
“ It is said that contentment preserves one from catching a cold.” And just as if he needed to make you feel worse. “Have you been feeling down lately ?”
You growned. “Oh, please.” As you rolled to your other side, facing away from him while whimpers followed each movement you made, right until you stopped moving “You, of all people should not be mingling philosphy and science.”
Hannibal chuckled again at your response, pressing his warm hand on the back of your shoulder. “I am only joking. What a better way to lighten up your mood ?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. Actually make me feel better, maybe ?
“Maybe try less boring jokes ?” You sugarcoated your own thoguhts, but still surpressed a laugh.And although you usually find yourself to be funny, he still was the man that kept you alive. And you’d much rather keep it that way.
“I’m going to let that one go, only because you are ill.” Your father flashed you a quick smile before getting off the bed. But you gripped his wrist and pulled him down, causing a gasp to leave his lips.
Hannibal was a trained man, always aware of his surroundings because one little mistake, one little moment of relaxation would cost him his life, and much more.
It seemed to you, though, that whenever you were around, he’d get calmer, like at that moment, if someone else would have done that to him, they’d be lamb for dinner....Not literally, hannibal is not a canniball.
“Please don’t leave me;” You pouted.
“I have to feed you, my darling. How else would you heal ?” Hannibal completely ignored your puppy eye attempt. He got up, again, tenser than before, prepared for another drag down. But you didn’t pull him again, you just gripped his wrist harder.
“By staying with me, maybe ?” You sarcastically said, dragging your lower lip out even more. You thought, maybe if you looked cuter he’d stay ?
But he didn’t. And you growled, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Rest, darling. I’ll come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted” Your father bent down slightly, rubbing your cheek from above. “And i will come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted.
Thankful, you smiled weakly. “No need, dad. I’ll stick to a chicken soup this time. I’d much rather you be with me, right now.”
Jokes aside, you didn’t want to be alone at such a moment. Your whole body ached, and so did your brain. But your father’s presence eased that pain, somehow. And as much as you knew his lovely soups do ease the pain too, you’d rather stick to his presence, his smile and lame jokes.
“You’ve won me over.” Hannibal stepped away from you, just a little warning step, before disappearing out of the room. And soon after that, his steps quickened, he was running.
“Why are you-” Your voice cracked and you let out a loud cough. “Why are you running ?” You tried again, quieter this time.
“So that i can come back quickly.” He shouted from afar, and all you could do is grin.
Your father was never one to take things lightly, smile, joke, even less play around. But there he was, doing it all , for you.
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❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹
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BROTHER X SISTER FIC STYLE
Could also be father x daughter or even platonic things.
Personally im really fond of the reader being disciplined and scolded. I don't know i like angst and serious moments
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Ok guys I've listened to ethel cain but I just can't watch hannibal I just can't justify watching it I know the earth would fall down around me
I know nothing about her but to me Ethel cain is like lana del rey for girls who watched hannibal (?)
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Dark! Hannibal Lecter, and John Wick x Young Mother! Reader
(Warning: Age gap, reader is a legal adult)
Hannibal Lecter
You booked a thereby session with him, but he did not expect you to attend with your baby.
"I really apologise, but I couldn't leave my daughter at home, and the babysitter cancelled in the last minute-"
"It's alright, Ms. (L/n), I don't mind at all"
Apparently, you needed therapy to get over your boyfriend's death as it traumatized you.
And Hannibal found it as a chance to get closer to you as the sessions became frequent and longer.
Allowing him to be more obsessed with you.
"I advise you to find a new partner, it will help you move on"
"No one would like to date a single mother like me, Dr. Lecter"
"Nonsense"
Little by little, Hannibal became closer to you providing for you and your child, making sure all your needs are met with expensive gifts.
Even though you refused at first, but Hannibal managed to convince you that he is doing all of this because you are a dear friend.
However, you don't know that he is the one who murdered your boyfriend from the beginning.
And made your friend suggest him as a therapist.
It is all going according to plan.
The next step is marriage and him adopting your baby.
John Wick
You were the daughter of Viggo Tarasov and a single young mother living in your father's mansion in peace.
That was until your brother, Iosef, screwed things up and decided to kill John Wick's dog and steal his car.
Of course, it led to your family demise.
You don't know why he didn't kill you and your son, maybe he wasn't heartless as he seemed.
When John took you and your son with him to live in his home, you did not fight him, fearing for your baby's life.
For the first month living with John, you refused to speak to him and stay almost all day in your room with your son.
Honestly, John bought all the necessities, making sure you are comfortable.
"Why did you keep me and my baby alive?"
That's the first question you ask him after the tragic night, no fear in your eyes, only confusion.
"It's not your fault"
That answer didn't satisfy your curiosity.
"Then why did you force me to come with you?"
John only grabs your delicate hands with his rough ones, smiling a bit.
"So, you can take the place of my wife"
Part Two
#tw: toxic relationships#yandere john wick#john wick x reader#yandere hannibal#hannibal lecter x reader#age difference#obsessive thoughts
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Hannibal x Reader
Extra Sweet
You sat in a chair in front of a mirror as your father roughly pulled your hair back.
"I told you to wash this mess, and cover those damn scars on your wrists I don't need people talking about my suicidal daughter." He grumbled as you rolled your eyes, he put your hair into a tight pony tail before going to your wardrobe.
"You'll need a long sleeve dress so we can hide those hideous scars." He grumbled pulling out a dark red velvet dress and placing it on the bed.
"Get changed and for gods sake put some make up on." He grumbled before leaving your room.
You sighed and stared at yourself in the mirror, this was going to be a rough night.
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You stood at the entrance of Doctor Lecter's house, you fiddled with your dress before your father swatted your hand away.
"Stop." He growled as you rolled your eyes.
"This dress is too tight." You grumbled making him sigh in annoyance.
"Maybe lose weight." He replied before the door opened and you painter on a fake smile.
"Ah, this must be the lovely Y/N I've heard so much of." He said as he took your hand and pressed a kiss to it, making you blush.
"Y/N, this is Doctor Lecter. And of course this is my lovely daughter." Your father said in a kind voice that definitely wasn't real.
"Well, I hope you like beef because I've prepared a lovely meal." He said as your smile faltered.
"Oh, actually..." You muttered before your father nudged you.
"She's very excited." He finished for you as you made your way in.
Hannibal left to socialise with other guests as you turned to your father.
"I can't eat meat." You whispered as he rolled his eyes.
"Are we really doing this whole vegan thing again?" He grumbled making you want to shove your heel through his foot.
"I'm not vegan, I just can't eat meat or I get sick." You growled in a whisper as your father flashed you a displeased look.
"It's all in your head, be polite and eat the damn food." He responded as you groaned and left him alone to go get a drink.
You went to the bar and found Hannibal there.
"I must say you look very lovely this evening." He said making you chuckle softly.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you. I have to say I'm very uncomfortable, if it were up to me I'd grab that knife over there and cut this dress off." You replied fiddling with your dress again making Hannibal laugh.
"I have heard how uncomfortable it can be to wear such dresses. I'm honoured you made that sacrifice for my event." He said, a slight blush creeping onto your face.
You weren't used to people being so nice to you.
"Well, seems it was worth it after all." You said taking a sip of your wine, you cringe a little making him chuckle.
"I tried to pretend I was the kind of person to drink red wine but I can't do it." You grumbled as you cringed a little.
"It is an acquired taste, I must admit. Here, allow me." He said as he opened a bottle of champagne and poured you a glass.
"I believe you'll enjoy this one more." He said as you took a hesitant sip.
"Now that's more my liking." You replied making him smile.
"You seem like the kind of woman to like her wine as sweet as herself." He said making you chuckle a little.
"That's very sweet of you." You said with a slight blush.
You continued to speak with Hannibal, actually enjoying the company, but Hannibal noticed a lot of things other people didn't.
"You look a little uncomfortable, my dear. You're constantly pulling on your sleeves and trying to shift the dress around. Is it too tight on you?" He asked ad you looked up at him, you hadn't even noticed you had been playing with your dress too much.
"Oh... I'm sorry, it's just a little tight. I just need to get back to the gym I think." You replied with a nervous chuckle.
"Nonsense, my dear. You are gorgeous, while it is a nice dress it is only beautiful when you're comfortable in it. Have you injured yourself?" He asked as he slowly reached for your wrist and pulled the sleeve back before you ripped it away.
"No... No, I was just gardening that's all. I should get going." You muttered before he placed his hand on your back, stopping you from turning away.
"Do not be ashamed of it. Please, come with me." He said as you looked into his eyes.
You weren't sure you even had a choice to go with him or not.
He led you out of the dining hall and into the quiet hallway.
His hand was still on your back as he looked down at you, towering over you.
"Did you do these, or did your father?" He asked as he gently took your wrist and slid your sleeve up.
"Me..." You whispered as he gently ran his fingers over the scars.
"Your father seems quite controlling of you. I've known his type quite a few times, it's understandable you would feel the need to harm yourself." He whispered as you looked up at him, you'd never had anyone show actual understanding for any of this.
"It gives me something to focus on other than...my life." You replied as he nodded and rolled your sleeve back down.
"Has your father ever laid his hands on you?" He asked, hid voice low and somewhat comforting.
"Only if he's had too much to drink, he's just slapped me a few times. I just...I'm so sick of it! He wants me to do fucking everything and then practically fucking marry me off." You growled, Hannibal could see the exhaustion in your face.
You sighed and rubbed your face.
"Sorry, it's just been a lot lately." You whispered as he reached up and held your face in his hand.
"I can see how exhausted you are, you do not deserve to be treated like this. I want you to come back to my house tomorrow afternoon so we can talk, okay? I want to help you, Y/N. Will you be okay tonight with your father?" He asked as you looked into his eyes, unsure of what to say.
"Yeah... Yes, I'll be okay. You don't have to do this." You muttered making him smile softly.
"I know I don't have to, my dear. But, I would like to. I'll have some tea ready for you...extra sugar." He said making you chuckle softly.
"It's a date."
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