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“So ditch him,” comes out of his mouth before any critical thinking takes place. He holds out his hand. “Have dinner with me.”
“What?” Emma’s eyes widen. “That’s okay, I’m—I can take the bus back home.”
It’s clear from her tone she thinks the offer is just because her date stood her up and he feels bad. A miscommunication that must be rectified as soon as possible. Brendon doesn’t like being misunderstood.
He lets himself look her over, take in her bare legs, her short dress, the way the straps drape over her collarbones. “Dressed like that? No you can’t.” Impatiently, he reasserts that she should take his hand.
“Really,” she pleads, eyes wide and shining with emotion, “just go home. I’m fine.”
“I know you are.” That’s not the point.
It gives her pause. Two little lines appear between her eyebrows, adorably furrowed in confusion. “I—you what?”
He softens. “I know you’re okay. I’m asking you to dinner because I want to take you to dinner.”
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12 Apr 2026
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Anything for an A by ao17
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types, Hannibal Lecter Tetralogy - Thomas Harris, Hannibal (TV) RPF
30 Jun 2021
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Professor Chilton gives his favourite student a proposition you can't deny.
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23 Feb 2026
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Y/N has been sent to the Principal's Office - an experience you're not familiar with - for talking in class. Even as a first-time offender, you're not going to be let off the hook without a little punishment.
The work was written as if it was the situation, but can therefore be interpreted as roleplay, if you'd prefer. Student!Reader (female). Male, OC Principal.
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23 Feb 2026
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The consequences are the same either way.
Jack Griffin was perhaps the worst type of Philosophy major. He was amoral. He was above the rest. The rules didn't apply to him. And he always skirted just on the edge, never stepping in shit that was too deep. He could clean his hands of anything. That was, until he met you. Now he was playing a very dangerous game, but the rules didn't apply to him, and if he didn't do it to you, some other teacher in some other podunk town was going to do it to some other bright eyed girl.
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05 Oct 2025
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As a preacher’s daughter, you find yourself helping a stranger in need, unaware of the wicked mutualism he seeks to offer…
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12 Jul 2025