Giles x teen!reader - you’re safe now
Could you do something where Giles finds out that R is sleeping in school because their father is abusive and he comforts them and kind of adopts them, because he saw some bruises or something like that? Maybe he even confronts R father about the bruises? If you are not comfortable with that that's totally fine! Much love! - Anon💜
TW: mentions of abusive parent
Wondering into the library, you ignored the little meeting that seemed to be going on and jogged up the steps, looking for the right shelf.
You slowly wondered among them and you stopped when you saw the shelf you were looking for and pulled out a text book.
“English…” you mumbled.
You looked at the slip of paper in your hand and you furrowed your brows a little bit and made your way back down the steps to the counter and set the book and paper down.
“Hello (Y/N), how are you?” Giles asked.
“Is this book the same as what on this paper?”
You showed Giles the paper.
“Ah… yes.. yes I would believe so. Is it for your English paper?”
You said nothing and pushed the book towards him, and he sighed slightly.
“If you need anything else you’re more then welcome to stop by.”
Giles watched as you put the book in your bag then without a word he left and went back to what he was doing.
“I don’t know why you try to talk to them, they’re not exactly the most social person out there.” Xander said.
“Well, I.. I believe a good conversation can go a long way.”
“Yeah, if you’re looking to get a snarky remark or ignored. (Y/N) doesn’t play well with people.” Buffy said.
“Well I don’t think they’re that bad, they let me borrow some books not long ago.” Willow smiled.
Giles glanced at the door where you had left and turned back to the group that were currently supposed to be on their way to class.
You spent the whole day in classes only half paying attention before the school day came to a close.
You put your bag in your locker and you left the school, going to find somewhere to pass the time.
A few hours later you returned and went back to your locker, grabbing your bag and the folded blanket at the bottom you made your way to the science labs.
They were the best place to stay since you could use the burners for a fire to warm things up and keep yourself a little warmer.
Sitting on the chair, you took a sip of the water next to you, nibbling on some chips as you read through the text book you got earlier that day.
Tapping your pen against the paper you sighed and stood up, moving so you could start tidying everything away.
Giles was making his way back to the library when he heard the sounds of somebody moving about in the room.
He stopped, furrowing his brows a little and he walked over to the partially cracked open door.
He was a little unsure, but he pushed the door open and looked inside to see you putting the burner away that you were using.
“(Y/N)?”
You jumped, spinning around to face him.
Giles walked in, setting his books on one of the tables and he looked around the room, spotting the corner you had turned into a makeshift bed.
“Wh..what is going on here?” He asked.
You walked over and began grabbing everything.
“I’ll go, just don’t tell Synder…” you grumbled.
“No! No, it’s incredibly dangerous out there with.. with.. thunder and.. and rain and lightening. Come to the library at least.”
You glanced at the man, then to the window where the rain was battering on the glass, threatening to break it.
You sighed, finished grabbing your things and nodded your head.
You didn’t want to go outside in that, and at least you had the ability to ignore him and his questions.
Walking into the library, you sat yourself down at the empty table and set your books on the floor.
“I need you to know that we Uhm.. well.. we’re going to have to talk about this (Y/N).”
You said nothing and he sighed softly.
“I’ll make you some tea, do you want something to eat?”
You gestured to the snacks you set on the table and he nodded, leaving for a moment before coming back.
He poured you a cup of tea and set it in front of you.
You reached out for your cup, and Giles looked at your arm with the deep bruises, both old and relatively new.
He thought for a moment before he spoke.
“Now I.. I know you’re not the biggest fan of the school, I can’t imagine why anybody would want to throw a sleepover in the science lab, did you get caught before the storm?”
You said nothing.
“How long have you been staying here?”
Again, you didn’t reply.
“I can give you parents a call, let them know where you are and that you’re safe.”
You snapped your head towards him.
“No!”
You set the cup down, pulling your blanket around your shoulders.
“If you tell my dad where I am I swear I will run out of those doors and never come back.” You rushed out.
Giles slowly set his own cup down.
“Alright, it’s alright. If you don’t want me to call him I won’t.”
Giles recognised the look on your face and the tone of your voice immediately as fear.
You didn’t want to be found, you didn’t want your dad to know where you were.
“Why don’t you want your father to know where you are (Y/N)?” He asked softly.
“I just don’t…” you mumbled.
You got up and you walked away from him, sitting yourself down on the stairs instead.
Giles got up and followed you, sitting next to you and he clasped his hands together as he looked at you.
“What happened to your arm?”
You pulled your arm tighter towards you.
“It’s nothing…”
Giles shook his head.
“It’s not nothing, (Y/N), if your father is hurting you then tell me, I’ll be able to help you but I can’t if you don’t let me. Please, tell me what happened.”
“Yeah so you can tell the police and they’ll give me back to him…” you mumbled.
“You’ve runaway before?”
You glanced at him before looking away.
“It’s my fault… shouldn’t have made him man…”
Giles turned so he was looking at you.
“Never blame yourself for something like this, this is not your fault (Y/N) you’re the victim here, and you have done no wrong. He is in the wrong for raising his hands to you. If you don’t want to go home that’s okay, I understand, but you can’t keep living the way you are.”
You shrugged.
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Well.. I.. I can take you in for now, give you a safe space, then we can figure something else out after. Alright? I’ll do my best to make sure you won’t ever be taken back there.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Mr Giles.”
“I can keep it, but I need to know what you want to do, I can’t make you come with me.”
You sighed, running a hand over your hair and you shrugged slightly.
“I.. I don’t know.. I’ll go back eventually… when he’s calmed down again…”
“Absolutely not.” He said sternly.
You looked to the usually calm librarian, and you shuffled away from him slightly.
His face immediately softened.
“I.. I’m sorry… I won’t hurt you I promise, all I want to do is help you, and I refuse to let you go back to a situation like that.”
Giles took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, running a hand down his face before he took a small breath, putting them back on.
“I assume that he Uhm.. he’s responsible for those bruises on your arm?”
You said nothing and that was all the clarification that he needed.
“I’m not going to let him hurt you again.”
Giles rested his arms on his legs, and he smiled at you.
“I promise nobody will ever hurt you like that again.”
He stood up and made his way to the table and he began to clean up your things, picking them all up.
“Now, we must get going before this storm gets any worse.”
He stopped and looked at you.
“It’s alright.”
You thought for a moment before getting up to follow him.
You decided you would stay with him for a few days to get him off your back, then you would go back to your usual hangouts.
In the car you didn’t say anything, and you followed Giles into his house.
“I’ll get everything sorted for you, if you’re hungry please help yourself to whatever you’d like.”
You nodded and looked around his living room, picking up a few books before putting them back.
Giles came down to find you sitting on the sofa, your blanket still wrapped around you and he walked over.
“Where would you like to sleep?”
You pointed to the couch and he set a pillow there for you, handing you another blanket.
“I’ll just be upstairs, if you need anything at all just shout, alright?”
You nodded again and he left to give you your space.
He could hear the sound of the TV downstairs, and when he went down the following morning you were sleeping in front of it, using your blanket as a pillow.
Chuckling softly, he grabbed the other blanket and walked over, crouching next to you so he could cover you up.
He paused, seeing the bruises on your arm a little better in the daylight.
He could see the bruises, the small slivers of a few scars, and he could see a healing bruise on the side of your head.
He covered you up and walked into the kitchen, covering his eyes with his hand as a shaky breath.
Yes, he had seen what demons could do to humans, but he knew those weren’t caused by a vampire or demon.
And that’s what broke his heart and brought tears to his eyes, they were the results of a monstrous human. A man who was supposed to protect you and instead hurt you.
Taking a deep breath, Giles composed himself and began making breakfast, which is what woke you up.
You stayed sitting on the floor as he brought some cereal out for you and a glass of juice.
You watched as he set it down in front of you before coming back with his own.
“Is something wrong? Do you not like it?” He asked.
You looked at your own food and picked up your bowl.
“I’m not used to someone bringing me food…”
You quickly ate your cereal, you ate it that fast Giles was scared you would choke.
And you did the same with the juice before grabbing your dishes and walking away to the kitchen.
“You don’t have to wash them, I’ll do that.”
You looked at him.
“Don’t I have to earn my keep?”
Giles set his dishes down.
“Of course not, you don’t have to do anything to ear your keep here, all you have to do is go to school and do your best, everything else I can handle.”
You nodded and stepped aside.
You weren’t used to it, and he could see that.
As the days passed you avoided the library when you were at school, but when you were at his that sturdy front you held up was gone.
You were just scared and unsure about everything, if you did something wrong you’d flinch, if you thought he was angry with you then you would avoid him.
But you were getting better.
Giles was working on finding a way for you to permanently stay in his care, so after school while students were getting ready to head home you were waiting for him.
You were walking along one of the walls, hands in your pockets.
“Please do come down, the last thing I want is for you to fall and injure yourself.” Giles said.
He held out his hand and you looked at him.
Chuckling, he raised his hands and backed away, letting out jump down.
Giles smiled, and he held out his keys.
“I’ll be there in a few moments, I’ve left something behind.”
“I’ll wait here.”
Giles nodded and you watched him leave before you went back to looking at people leave.
That’s when you saw a face you didn’t want to see then the crowd heading towards you and you slowly backed away.
“Don’t you dare run again!”
You spun around and ran inside, skidding around corners and pushing past people fully aware of the angry man chasing you.
You ran to the one place you thought off and you burst through the doors, tears in your fearful eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Giles asked.
He set his bag down and you rushed over, hiding yourself behind him, gripping his jacket tightly and the door was thrown open again.
“Cowering behind other people still?” Your dad spat.
“Can I help you?” Giles asked.
“I want my kid, where is the brat?”
Giles reached his hand behind him, placing it on your arm.
“I.. I haven’t seen them, maybe try the front.”
Giles took a step back and you did the same thing, and he tried to back you up into his office but it didn’t work.
“Get here now!”
You tensed, and you let go of Giles, going to walk around him but he took your hand, giving you a warm smile.
“Wait in my office for me.” He whispered.
“He’ll hurt you…”
“Don’t you worry about me I’ll be just fine, you go wait in there, he won’t hurt you.”
You nodded and backed yourself into the office.
“Lock the door, and call the police if you have too.”
You nodded again and locked the door, hiding under his desk, covering your ears with your hands.
Giles turned your your dad.
“Please they’ll just come back eventually.” Your dad scoffed.
“I don’t think they will, no. I sure won’t be letting them return to the likes of you.”
“What the hell does that mean?!”
“It means you have been hurting an innocent child, a child who you are supposed to love and protect and you’ve been hurting them, you’ve made them scared, left bruises and scars that’ll never go.” Giles said.
“Kids gotta learn somehow.”
“No, they don’t. I will only ask you once to leave, never return to this school or for (Y/N), from this point on they will be in my care.”
Your dad scoffed.
“Or what?”
Giles took his glasses off, setting them aside and he walked over to your dad.
“I’m taking the brat home, and they’ll be punished for running away, for being so stupid. I’ll make sure they never step foot near this stupid school again.”
Giles pulled his hand back and swung, punching your dad in the face, then he slammed him against the wall, glaring at him.
“I can make your life ten times as hard as you’ve been making it for (Y/N), I couldn’t really care less about you. I care about that teenager hiding, scared in my office.”
You dad looked up at him, pushing him away.
“Whatever take the damn brat, it’s not worth it.”
With that he left and Giles straighten his jacket before grabbing his glasses and walking over to the door to his office.
He knocked gently.
“(Y/N), it’s just me.”
He heard shuffling and the door opened.
Giles smiled softly and he stepped aside.
“It’s alright now, he’s gone and I’m certain he won’t be bothering you anymore.”
You looked into the library before looking at Giles and you rushed at him, hugging him tightly.
Giles smiled, wrapping his arms around you.
“You’re safe now..” he whispered.
You nodded your head, tears streaming from your eyes as you let go of all the fear and pain you had been bottling up inside of you.
Giles just stood there holding you, letting you cry, because he knew how much you needed to let go, how much you needed someone to hug you and remind you you’re safe
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