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The rain had finally stopped, leaving the District 23 wasteland in a state of damp, silver shivering. Outside the porthole of the Mephistopheles, the fog clung to the gray grass like a shroud, masking the jagged horizon of the City. Inside, the bus was a tomb of recycled air and the low, rhythmic thrum of the engine—a pulse that felt more real than the one currently drumming beneath your skin.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed in the room you had once shared as a "married" couple, and now shared as something far more complicated. Heathcliff was where he always was lately: pressed against your side with a desperation that made your bones ache. His forehead was resting against your shoulder, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy and ragged. His fingers were tracing the scars on your knuckles—old marks from a childhood spent in the gutters—with a rhythmic, hypnotic intensity.

He wasn't talking. He hadn't spoken more than a handful of words since the incident in the main cabin where he’d broken down. He had become a creature of pure sensation, a man who seemed to believe that if he stopped touching you, even for a second, the universe would realize its mistake and erase you from existence.

You looked down at him. In the pale moonlight filtering through the glass, he didn't look like the Great Lion of the LCB. He didn't look like the man who had snarled at you in the Backstreets or the man who had pined for a ghost on the moors. He looked like a stray dog that had finally found a porch to die on, shivering even in the warmth.

"Heathcliff," you said softly.

The name felt heavy in the quiet room. He stiffened immediately, his grip on your hand tightening until it was borderline painful. He didn't look up. He just pressed his face deeper into the fabric of your coat.

"Don't," he whispered, his voice a broken rasp. "Don't say it. Don't tell me to go. I’m quiet, aren't I? I’m stayin' out of the way. Just... let me stay here."

"I'm not telling you to go, buddy," you said. You used the word buddy intentionally. You didn't use "husband," and you didn't use "Heath." You used the word that anchored him to the time before everything went wrong. "But we can't keep doing this. You’re holding onto me like I’m a liferaft, and we’re both starting to sink."

Heathcliff let out a shaky, hitched breath, his shoulders dropping an inch. He didn't pull away, but the frantic tracing of your skin stopped. He just listened, his body vibrating with the effort of remaining still.

"Do you remember District 20?" you asked, your voice drifting back through the years. "Before any of these? Before the contracts and the bus. Do you remember that one winter when the heaters in our block failed, and we had to sleep under a pile of damp newspapers in that crawlspace behind the bakery?"

Heathcliff didn't move, but you felt the tension in his jaw ease slightly. "I remember the smell," he muttered. "Yeast and rot."

"And I remember you," you said, a ghost of your old, jolly smile playing on your lips. "You were ten years old and already had the meanest scowl in the District. You’d spent the whole day fighting a group of older boys for a single meat pie. You nearly got your hand taken off by a vendor’s cleaver, and I had to tackle you into a pile of trash to keep you from going back for a second round."

You chuckled, the sound hollow in the small room. "You were so angry. You told me you didn't need my help. But that night, when the frost started creeping under the door, you were the one who shared that pie. You gave me the bigger half because you said I was 'too skinny to keep the wind out.'"

"You were," Heathcliff said, his voice a little stronger. "Looked like a stiff breeze would've snapped you in half."

"We were two peas in a pod, Heathcliff," you said, your hand moving to rest on top of his. "Didn't matter that the City was trying to grind us down. Didn't matter that we had nothing but each other and a stack of old news. We were just... us. You were Heathcliff—the boy with the loudest bark and the sharpest teeth. And I was the one who made sure you didn't bite off more than you could chew. We were equal. We were friends."

You shifted slightly, forcing him to look up. He resisted at first, his neck corded with tension, but you gently took his chin and tilted his face toward the light. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with a raw, jagged desperation that made the "soft spot" in your heart throb with pain.

"What happened to that boy, Heath?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. "What happened to the lad who could stand on his own two feet without needing to hold onto someone until they bled? Where did he go?"

Heathcliff’s gaze flickered, darting away from yours. "He grew up. He realized that the world doesn't give a damn about 'two peas in a pod' unless they’re being served on a silver platter. He realized that everything he touched eventually turned to ash. Catherine... the moors... the Heights... everything I ever wanted just... slipped through my fingers like sand."

"So you decided to turn yourself to ash first?" you asked.

He flinched as if you’d slapped him. "I'm tryin' to save what’s left! I'm tryin' to keep you from turnin' into a ghost too! If I let go... if I let you go back to being just 'you'... you’ll vanish. You’ll find someone else, or you’ll get killed in some ditch, and I’ll be back in that crawlspace alone."

"Heathcliff, look at me," you said, your voice gaining a firm, grounded edge. "Really look at me."

He forced his eyes to meet yours. They were wide, pupils blown, searching your face for the adoration he had once discarded.

"You think you love me," you said.

He opened his mouth to protest, a frantic 'I do!' already forming on his lips, but you held up a hand to silence him.

"No. You don't," you said, and the words felt like a mercy kill. "It’s not love, Heath. I’ve known love. I gave it to you for a year, remember? It was warm, and it was patient, and it was a choice I made every single morning. What you’re doing now? This isn't a choice. This is a reflex."

Heathcliff’s lip trembled. "How can you say that? I’d die for you! I’ve been protectin' you, I’ve been followin' you—"

"You aren't protecting me," you interrupted. "You’re protecting yourself. What you’re feeling right now... it’s not affection. It’s anxiety. It’s a pure, unadulterated dread of losing another thing. You’re like a man who’s been starving for so long that when he finally finds a scrap of bread, he claws at it until he destroys it. You don't love the bread, Heath. You just fear the hunger."

You leaned in closer, your foreheads almost touching. You could feel the heat radiating off him—the feverish, sickly heat of a man in the grip of a psychological collapse.

"You’ve turned me into a fix," you continued. "I’m the thing that keeps the moors from swallowing you. I’m the thing that keeps Catherine’s ghost from screaming in your ear. But that’s not a relationship. That’s a hostage situation. You’ve replaced your own heart with an obsession because you’re terrified of what happens when the room goes quiet."

Heathcliff began to shake—great, racking tremors that started in his hands and moved up through his chest. He looked like he was about to shatter into a thousand pieces of jagged glass.

"It’s an obsession, Heathcliff," you repeated, your voice soft but relentless. "You’ve replaced 'love' with 'possession.' And the worst part is... you don't even see me anymore. You just see a hole that you’re trying to plug with your own body."

"You're doing it again," you said, your hand moving from his chin to his cheek. "The same thing you did with her. You turned Catherine into your entire world, your entire reason for breathing. You made her the sun and the moon, and when she left, the sky didn't just go dark—it vanished. You didn't just lose a girl, Heathcliff. You lost your 'self.' You never built a man. You just built a temple to a ghost."

Heathcliff let out a low, animalistic groan, his eyes filling with tears. "I had to! There was nothing else! I was a dog in the dirt until she looked at me!"

"And then you were a dog on a leash," you countered. "And now? Now you’re trying to put that leash in my hand. But I don't want it. I never wanted to own you, Heath. I wanted to be with you."

You took a deep breath, the air in the room feeling thick and charged. "You shouldn't have replaced your 'self' with 'love,' Heathcliff. You think that by clinging to me, you're being a good husband. You think that by being touchy and possessive, you're proving how much you care. But you aren't. You're just trying to survive me. You're using me as a bandage for a wound that needs stitches, not a blanket."

"I don't know who I am without it!" he cried out, his voice finally breaking. "If I'm not the man who loves you, or the man who loved her... then I'm just... I'm just the boy in the crawlspace! I'm just the mud on the boots of the City!"

"The boy in the crawlspace was enough for me," you said. "He was enough to be my best friend. He was enough to be the person I’d walk through hell for. But this man? This beast who can't let me breathe without panicking? He’s not my friend. He’s just a shadow of a man who’s too scared to stand in the light."

"I promised we’d be friends, whatever happened," you reminded him. You took his hands—the hands that had been clinging to you so tightly they left bruises—and you forced him to open his palms. They were sweaty and shaking. "And I meant it. I’m still the one who will watch your back. I’m still the one who will make sure you don't brood yourself into a coma. We are two peas in a pod, Heathcliff. That hasn't changed."

"But it has!" he choked out. "You don't look at me... you don't look at me like I'm the only thing that matters anymore. You look at me like I'm a... a problem to be solved."

"Because you are acting like a problem," you said gently. "And because I’ve realized that I can't be the only thing that matters to you. It’s too much weight, buddy. I’m just a man. I’m a 'jolly fellow' who likes cards and bad jokes and sitting on the roof. I can't be your god. I can't be your salvation. And if I try to be, I’ll end up resenting you until there’s nothing left but bitterness."

You held his gaze, refusing to let him look away. "I want to be your friend, Heathcliff. I want to be the person you can talk to when the dark gets loud, not the person you use to drown it out. I want to laugh with you again, truly laugh, without wondering if you're going to start a fight because I smiled at Gregor."

Heathcliff looked down at your joined hands. He looked at the lack of rings. He looked at the space between your bodies—the physical distance that he had been trying to bridge with his obsessive touch.

"I don't know how to be... just me," he whispered, his forehead dropping back onto your shoulder. "I don't know who that is. There’s just the anger... and the dread. The dread is so loud, [Reader]. It’s louder than the engine. It tells me that if I blink, you’ll be gone."

"Then let's find him together," you said. "Let's find the lad who stole the meat pie. He was brave, Heath. He was strong. And he didn't need a marriage certificate or a death-grip to know that I was his friend."

Heathcliff sat in silence for a long time. The ticking of the bus seemed to grow louder in the quiet room, each beat a second of a choice that felt like life or death. The fog outside pressed against the glass, but inside, for the first time in months, the air felt like it was starting to clear.

Slowly, almost painfully, he let go of your hands.

It was a small movement, but it felt monumental. He didn't pull away entirely, but he moved back a few inches, creating a gap of air between your bodies. He sat up straight, his shoulders square, his hands resting on his own knees. He looked at you—really looked at you—without the frantic, wide-eyed need to possess.

"You’re really stayin'?" he asked, his voice fragile, like spun glass. "Even if I... even if I try to be 'just a friend'?"

"I’m not going anywhere, buddy," you promised, and this time, you gave him a small, genuine smile. "But 'staying' means I get my own bed. It means I get to walk to the galley alone. It means we go back to being a team of two, not a parasite and a host. It means you start learning how to breathe without checking if I’m breathing first."

Heathcliff nodded. It was a jerky, uncertain movement, but it was a start. "I’ll try. I... I don't know if I can do it all at once. The dread... it’s like a tide. It comes in and it just... it covers everything."

"When the tide comes in, you talk to me," you said. "You don't grab me. You don't lick the blood off my arm. You talk. We use our words, like the Manager is always clicking at us to do. We act like the men we’re supposed to be."

You reached out and gave his shoulder a firm, friendly pat. It wasn't a lingering, possessive touch. It was a "jolly" touch. The kind of touch that recognized him as an equal, as a comrade, as a boy who had once shared a meat pie in a crawlspace.

"Go to sleep, Heathcliff. On your own bed."

He looked at his bed, then back at you. For a second, the panic flared in his eyes again, the urge to crawl back into your space almost winning. He looked like he was about to beg. But then he looked at your face—the calm, steady, and utterly loving gaze of a friend who had saved him from himself.

He stood up. His movements were stiff and clumsy, like a man learning to walk after a decade in a chair. He moved to his bed and sat down. He didn't reach for you. He didn't ask for a promise. He just sat there, his hands folded in his lap.

"Goodnight... buddy," he said. The word sounded strange in his mouth—heavy, and unfamiliar, but right.

"Goodnight, Heath," you replied.

The next morning, the galley of the Mephistopheles was unusually quiet.

You were sitting at the long table, drinking a cup of coffee and talking to Gregor and Rodion about the supply run in the next District. You felt lighter. The "soft spot" in your heart was still there, but it wasn't a wound anymore; it was just a memory. You were being "you"—the jolly fellow who could make even a war-zone feel like a home.

The door to the galley opened, and Heathcliff walked in.

The entire room went still. Rodion froze with a piece of bread halfway to her mouth. Sinclair gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white. Everyone waited for the shadow to fall. They waited for the hand to land on your shoulder, for the growl that would silence the laughter, for the obsessive proximity that had become a hallmark of your relationship.

Heathcliff walked to the counter. He didn't look at you. He didn't look at anyone. He poured himself a cup of tea, his hands steady despite the tension in his shoulders.

Then, he turned around.

He didn't walk to the seat next to you. He didn't try to squeeze onto the bench behind you. He walked to the far end of the table and sat in the empty chair next to Sinclair—three seats away from you.

"Morning," he grunted.

Sinclair nearly jumped out of his skin. "M-m-morning, Heathcliff! Would you like some jam? Rodion found some jam!"

"No. Tea’s fine," Heathcliff said, taking a sip.

You looked at him from across the table. He didn't look happy. He looked like he was in physical agony, his fingers white-knuckled around his mug as he fought the primal urge to move closer to you. He looked like a man battling a demon in the middle of breakfast.

But he stayed. He stayed in his own space. He reclaimed his own boundaries.

You gave him a bright, genuine, jolly grin—the kind that finally reached your eyes. "Tea look alright, Heath? I think Faust got a new blend from the last Nest."

Heathcliff looked at you. He didn't give you the adoring, pathetic gaze. He didn't give you the obsessive, terrifying glare. He just gave you a short, sharp nod. "It’s better than the last lot. Less like battery acid."

Gregor looked at you, his eyes wide with a silent, profound question. What the hell did you do?

You just winked at him and took a sip of your coffee.

It wasn't a miracle. Heathcliff’s anxiety wasn't gone; it was just... acknowledged. He was still watching you, his eyes tracking your movements with a hunger that would take years to fade. He still looked like he wanted to scream whenever you laughed at something Gregor said.

But he was choosing to be a "buddy." He was choosing to find himself.

A week later, you were on the roof of the bus. You were alone, watching the sun set over the jagged ruins of a forgotten District. The wind was cold, carrying the scent of old smoke and distant rain.

You heard the clatter of the ladder. You didn't tense up. You didn't feel the need to prepare a defense.

Heathcliff climbed onto the roof. He didn't rush over to you. He stayed by the edge of the bus, leaning against the rail about five feet away. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the small orange glow a tiny beacon in the gathering dark.

"Peaceful," he said, blowing a cloud of smoke into the wind.

"Yeah," you agreed. "Best view in the City, if you ignore the fact that we’re parked next to a landfill."

He looked at you then. The moonlight was just starting to catch the edges of his face, softening the harsh lines of his scowl. He looked more like the boy from District 20 than he had in years. The jagged edge was still there, the trauma was still deep in his eyes, but the "placeholder" was gone.

"I found that meat pie vendor’s old spot," he said suddenly. "In my head, I mean. I remembered... I remembered that you didn't just tackle me to save me that day."

You laughed—a real, booming, jolly laugh that seemed to push back the fog. "Oh? What else was it for?"

"You tackled me because you wanted the last bite of the pie," he said, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "You were just as much of a greedy bastard as I was."

"Guilty as charged!" you said, raising your hands in mock surrender. "I was starving, Heath! You weren't the only one with an appetite in that crawlspace."

He smiled. It was a small, awkward thing—a muscle he hadn't used properly in a lifetime—but it was real.

"We’re still in the pod, then?" he asked, his voice low.

"Always, buddy," you said. You didn't reach out to touch him. You didn't have to. The connection was there, steady and solid, built on twenty years of shared gutters and ten Cantos of blood. "But like I said... give the peas some room to grow. I think we both look better when we aren't squashed together."

Heathcliff took a long, slow drag of his cigarette and looked out at the horizon. He wasn't the sun, and he wasn't the abyss. He was just a man. A broken, angry, complicated man who was finally learning that he didn't need to own someone to be worth something.

"Yeah," he whispered, the smoke curling around his head like a halo. "Room to grow. I think I can do that." You sat there in the silence, two friends under a bruised sky. Two peas in a pod, finally finding their way back to the dirt they came from—together, but finally, beautifully, apart.

that wasn't until now. . . looking at the empty container. a groan left your lips as you quickly texted your friend— who also. didn't have any wax. she had instead given you the information to her plug located in the same dormitory as you, and with a sigh you picked yourself up and headed to the exit of your dorm.

you fist curled up into a ball as you knocked gently onto the door, waiting for an answer.

and a man with brown hair tied up into a manbun stared menacingly down at you. Blinking and jumping in surprise at the sudden action, even if it was suspected..  ー you were told to be a jumpy person.

'what?' his deep voice grumbling. with a blink you opened and closed your mouth like a fish. . . he was extremely menacing even without trying. taking a deep breath in you managed to at least mutter some words.

". . . ehm. . . do you have any wax ? or just ー any weed in general. . i have the money. " the sentence was barely coherent, barely over a whisper. it was a surprise that eren even managed to hear you.

eren's gaze shifted back to you, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise. He leaned against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "well, well, well, isn't that a surprise." He raised his eyebrows, his voice low. "someone as little as you, smoking weed. nothing i woulda expected" his eyes traveled up and down your figure, observing the way you looked.

"You're lucky I've got some left," he said, his voice filled with a teasing undertone. "tell me, why do you need it? tryna relax, or is there something else that's got you all wound up hm??" He raised an eyebrow, boredom in his eyes. "this isn't the first time i've ever smoked weed. . or justー smoked pot in general . . !" with a soft and gentle voice you seemed to get your point across.

staring at you with a look of amusement eren eyed you curious. 'whatever you say lil bro.' eren shrugged before opening his door wide enough for you to slip into. slipping under his raised arm , you observed the new area. it had reeked of weed and drugs and . . it was. . clear that he was previously trying to hotbox the area.

compared to your clean, and more. . . organized dorm. tapestries and dark curtains covered the window from allowing any natural light to enter the adobe. the only light were the led lights that emitted a red color. . . some having a white color to give a more clear vision other then just. . red.

'you have a nice place. eren.' looking down at you, he nodded. clearly not one to talk. letting out a sigh, you stood awkwardly as you awaited for eren to grab what you needed, preparing the money in hand. 'its 25 for 5 grams.' he rolled the small container in his hands. . his. nice , veiny large hands. maybe . . just one paper cut?ー okay that's enough. snapping out of your thoughts. you looked up at him and panickedm he stared at you with a cold and blank expression. 'sorry. . here.' you mumbled, handing him the dollars in exchange for the container.

bowing your head, as a thanks a random voice was heard from your right. averting your gaze over to the voice, it was a lady . . with long jet black hair. ー and in just a tank top and undergarments. quickly turning your gaze away you pursed your lips together in a thin line. as it was pretty random.. for some chick to show up half naked.

'eren. . mmm who is that?' eren also seemed to turn his gaze over. 'him? he's another customer doll.' doll.. it came out of his mouth so smooth. you couldn't help it but cough awkwardly. 'ahm. . . is it okay if i have your socials? incase. . i need more?' saying in a quiet voice, he turned his attention back over to you.

'hhh. yeah, lemme jus' grab my phone real quick.' with a low tone, he reached over to a nearby counter and pulled out what you assumed was his phone. the phone screen light emitting onto his face, showing his features more. . better. it seemed as if time had slowed down . . his gaze fixated on the screen as he opened up a random app.

reading the username as he showed it to you, you nodded your head and input the name into the search bar. quickly pressing the follow button. 'thank you! ♡' you said in a cheerful voice. despite it not being intentional. 'ay , nerdy boy. . c'mere ' as you were about to take you leave, the feminine voice called out. '. .hmm? uh- yes?' you tilted your head, her gaze observing you tiredly, she then raised an eyebrow with a smile as if she had remembered who you were ' yer that nerdy boy that armin and mikasa hang out with yah?' with a nod in your head. she slammed her fist into her open one, "hah! i knew it, no wonder you looked so familiar. . nice ta meet you bro, im eren's girlfriend."

so. . you were gawking over a taken man? shame shame shame ! ! who would know though ? . exactly. you made an o shape with your mouth ' i see . . it's nice to meet you! ehm, mikasa was actually the one who had recommended me to eren,,'

well , at least you two got along correct ? uh. erens girlfriend and you. eren, on the other hand just stood there. watching between you two as you guys acted as if he wasn't there. 'can you get out?' he said at random. blinking rapidly you realized you were overstaying your welcome. . with a shocked expression you bowed multiple of times 'sorry ー ! ! ' quickly rushing out of the apartment in a hurry..

it didn't take long for eren's girlfriend to quickly grow fond of you, she immediately took a liking to you. . and you assumed it was just so you could help her with her finals . . it was no surprise that by the end of your finals week. that the container that her dear ol' boyfriend gave you. . was empty. even despite it being new!

it was the amount of stress she had put on you . whether it would be - begging you to help her cheat on the exams. but you denied every time, and helped her tutor. that wasn't enough for her though as she would literally try flirting with you. it seemed as if she didn't get that you were not straight . .

'y/n ! ! ~ ehhmm . . professor wasn't clear on the instructions for this project . . can you perhaps tell me? what it was? . . or better yet gimme tha answers hmm?' she stuck out her chest to show off more skin then needed. . with a look of sheer disgust you masked it with a smile.

mentally groaning as you practically forced yourself to not bash this textbook into her face. 'only if you manage to let eren give me a 50 percent discount. i helped you for . . the past 3 weeks.' she grinned from ear to ear as you said that. practically launching herself at you.

you seriously tried to contain yourself from jumping out the window right then and there. . .

'here let me lend you my computer- and you can do the assignment m'kay?' she caressed your neck, and with a raising hand you slapped her hand away.

'i don't like how you caress me, and. . . shove your tits in my face while you have a boyfriend.' a hint of disgust laced behind your voice, a blank expression displayed in an attempt to at least give her a hint. and she ignored it. how surprising. . not

'look darling, he wouldn't know. . i mean- you aren't bad looking. and your voice. is so attractive. . i just want to kiss - y-' you quickly moved out of her grasp by standing up. her face almost landing on the seat before she quickly caught herself.

she whined before supporting herself on her arms. 'hmph ! ! i'll make you fall in love with me one day . . ' she grumbled with a . . disgusting frown. her eyebrows furrowed while she crossed her arms.

doing as you said, your fingers typed lightly against the keyboard of her macbook. eyes glued to the screen, while you wore glasses to protect your eyes from the horrifying blue light. she really owed you big time.. a sigh emitted from your lips. fingers grazing across the mouse pad as you click send to the designated professor.

looking as if you had crawled out of a grave, a still surprisingly gentle knock made its way onto eren's door once more. waiting for a good . . five minutes the tall man had came into your view looking down upon you as you held the silver macbook in your hands. ' your girlfriend . . needs her macbook back.' he raised an eyebrow, ' shes not my girlfriend anymore.'

' . . . what.' you furrowed your eyebrows and groaned angrily. barging into the room uninvited, 'she told me she would give me a discount if i did her entire work. . and i did so. and now i am here sad and lonely with a macbook, and no more wax!' eren only looked down at you. his usual blank stoic face reading you as you ranted on and on.

'hell! she even made me suffer by shoving her tits in my FACE!? not literally . . but YOU KNOW ! ' raising an eyebrow. he clicked his tongue purposely avoiding the her trying to kiss and rub all up on you . . just to avoid any. pressure on the other.

your eyebags seemed more evident and noticeable as you ranted. but eren didn't seem to mind . . you just seemed more. attractive that way. the nerdy persona dropped as you complained, and especially the way your cute face scrunched up . . he just wondered how would it look like if he just fucked that look off your face. shaking his head he let out a sigh. his hand plopped right onto your head, making you let out a small grunt.

' was joking dude, and with that information - it seems like she might not be my girlfriend anymore' oh were you truly angry, not because of eren breaking up with her. you were always angry, every time.

with a groan, your eyes drooped, 'can i just have my gram. . i'll pay you.' eren looked you up and down. 'how about i roll you up a joint ah .. you ever tried that before? it helps a lot more then. . wax.' you didn't care at this point. dragging yourself to the nearest couch and plopping down on it.

eren had locked the door and shut the curtains, that were open and disappeared into what you assumed was his room. the led lights shining a bright vibrant red that covered the entire room. even the led lights that would have at least gave some natural white lighting was turned red. small footsteps heard as eren came back from the room. a roll evident and seen in his hand. ' sets the mood.'

you raised an eyebrow in confusion before he pointed to the l.e.d's a small oooh coming from you along with a nod. blinking slowly, you opened you mouth. and suddenly the joint was placed between your lips. ' . . smoke it like you usually would. nothing different.'

and doing as said, your body grew lighter after you exhaled the smoke into the sky. coughing heavily you held your chest, growing teary eyed before rubbing them away. ' shit ! . . ' a heavy low laugh coming from the taller man.

he made his way next to you sitting down next to you. ' wanna watch some tv?' he asked, and arm resting on the hedge of the cough behind you. ' uh yeah sure? do you have . . netflix? im tryna finish this one show. he would occasionally pass you the joint.

that helped you . . forget about her. and forget about every single thing that pissed you off. after that . . . you felt more relaxed . . and time flew by just . like . that .

it was hot

scorching

flaming !

blistering even ! !

and you weren't even outside . . it was probably the man who was sitting way to close to you his body heat emitting onto you. his gaze on your smaller form, when did he even get that close? . whatever . . with the roll in his hand. bringing it to ur lips. 'cmon. . take one more hit . '

did he mean to make it sound that? hot . . or seductive. you didn't know . . all u knew is that it made you tingle. wrapping your lips gently around the wrap, you gently sucked in inhaling the smoke. he pulled it away and he was. . . much more closer. exhaling it into his face, he didn't even seem bothered. a look of lust in his eyes as he eyed you like a piece of meat.

'y'know. . i didn't think a boy like you would make me feel a certain way. but here i am. . a desire to kiss you silly. ' you smiled before quickly pecking his surprisingly soft lips. 'jus' like that. . . ? ' a grin on his face. ' no, like this. ' and quickly he pulled your lips in for an enchanting kiss.

pulling away with half lidded eyes, you stared up at eren. . . maybe it was the led lights that made him look more attractive, or perhaps it was the desire and need for him. small strands stuck to his forehead while his hand slithered behind you, captivating you. enchanting you.

'ever gave head before doll?' eren whispered in your ear, his warm breath brushing against your ear. shaking your head. you sat up and looked at him. ' mm-mm. . ' he leaned back spreading his legs and letting his arms resting on top of the couch. ' first time for everything hm?' the bulge in his sweats seemed more noticeable. and the closer you looked it was extremely noticeable that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

with hesitated movements, your hand traced the bulge slowly rubbing on it. he was big and that was an understatement. he let out a low groan a chuckle following behind it. ' don't be scared . . . c'mon doll. ' he grinned, his large hand cupping your hands, slowly moving your hand with his slipping past the band of his sweats . . his hand wrapped around yours as you held his cock. the warm feeling new to your cold hands .

a small hum emitting from him as you stroked him, ‘fuck . .’ seeming to get the hang of it, his hand slowly slipped out of his own pants. his head thrown back as he enjoyed the pleasure. letting go you decided it was time to try something new . for you at least! his head slowly snapped back to you, a smirk displayed on his face as you got onto your knees. it had hurt staying there for a while but the blanket pulled along covered the hardwood floors.

discarding his pants you were now face to face with the leaking member that dripped pre cum. his hand travelled to your head rubbing it slowly ‘take your time doll.’ he mumbled with a low and seductive voice.

with a soft sigh, your tongue grazing along the head of his cock. lips closing in in them as you struggled to suck on it, the taste — salty yet savory. you savored the flavor, as it leaked onto your tongue.

with a pop your lips left the tip and your tongue slowly trailed down the member a saliva trail following behind. erens hand lifted your head in prder for the two of you to make eye contact. your lips stopped at a prominent vein, sucking on it as eren eyed your expression. a low chuckle coming from the other. ‘mmm. .’ a grin on his face while his hand caressed your scalp.

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you and eren were now stripped of clothing. your face rested against the pillows of the couch, moans and whines leaving your lips as erens tongue lapped at your hole, everything was a blur your mind fuzzy and blank as you left his long tongue insert you. curling your toes your grip on the couch intensified.

his grasp on your ass kneaded your ass as he pulled away, observing the clean and wet hole. a grin on his face. 'think you're ready f'me doll . . .' he sat up, reaching downwards as he positioned himself between your open legs. gently pushing down he slowly inserted his cock inside. 'please . . be gentle! . . f-first time. .' you mumbled out, your head sideways against the pillow while your teary eyes stared at the brown haired man. he patted your cheek gently for reassurance. ' im not that cruel baby . ' he whispered, as he fully settled inside of you.

he waited until you were more used to his size. when you felt less tense is when he started moving at a slow pace. his hand tracing over your hot skin, in contrast to his cold hand. holding your waist as one hand traveled down slowly gripping one of your ass cheeks kneading it and spreading it as he watched him slipping in and out of you.

his member stretching you out, your whines , moans , and whines were music to his ears. ‘fnhhg!. . ist’mucherrhe!’ incoherent words slipping from you as he slowly started going at a faster pace. ‘ i know doll . be good f’me and take it well yeah? ‘ his hand snaking around your waist as he leaned foward, one hand gripping your leaking cock and the other toying and flicking your hardened nipple. slipping out of you, he slammed right back into you a moan ripping out of you repeating the process as your mind went blank.

moving at a animalistic pace, all that was heard was the consistent sound of skin slapping together and your bated and loud whimpers and moans. eren groans and moans barely audible due to yours . .

what surprised you most is at how many rounds the two of you had done. he would pin you against the wall while his cock slammed into you, your back arched and your ass stuck out. cum splattered on the wall and leaking out your ass as he fucked you over the coffee table, your legs held up to your head while he fucked into you. cum splattered in your stomach and a splash on the coffee table. his seed seeping out of you while he fucked you shamelessly on the ground. your cock rubbing on the ground while drool spilled out of your mouth and your tears stained your own cheeks.

your cum leaking onto the glistening floor, as his leaked out of your hole onto the ground. that was when the two of you reached your limit. heavy breathing could be heard from the two of you as he held you in his arms. your hole holding onto— nothing as it leaked heavily onto the ground.

eren wrapped his arms around you, but stopped as he heard the front door slam open. ‘eren baby!— waht the!…’ the familiar and aggravating voice burst through the doors. her figure still as she looked at the sight of the two of you naked, eren holding you in his arms. ‘. . . im breaking up with you?’ he said bluntly. her bag dropping to the ground as she blinked rapidly.

woops?

finally . . finished . . im dead ! ! save me ! 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹

but i kinda got lazy at the end . . wahwah the smut part kept confusing me and i was trying to make eren fuck yew guys silly and then — kabloom no!!!! my brain farted and decided to be lazy and rush it . . grr . .

There you were, sat on Crowley's lap in his empty throne room with your jeans unzipped and tugged low enough for Crowley to fist your weeping length. Your breath stuttered, the air in your lungs punched out as his grip tightened around your base before sliding up to the head to thumb at your slit. His thumb wiped at the precum that accumulated, smearing it across your reddened tip.

“Feels good, don't it, pet?” Crowley grinned, a hand on your hip as you writhed and squirmed. “There we go. Told you, honeybee. Doesn’t have to hurt, does it?” A choked out noise escaped you as he twisted his wrist, nodding quickly. “Mm- mhm- good, rea- ohfuck- really good, Crow,” you stammered, hips involuntarily rutting against his warm hand. He tuts. “Of course. Nothing less for my pet.”

His hand went back down to your base then back up again, tightening his grip at the tip, repeating this motion over and over. His hand was slick with your pre with a wet schlick sound every time he stroked you. Your thighs were tense as you tried not to rut into his hand, shaking when he pulled you closer to rest your forehead on his shoulder to whisper directly into your ear.

“Here we go, dear. That brutish ex of yours didn't have a clue how to touch you, did they?” He crooned, voice warm and low in your ear, his breath fanning against your flesh. You couldnt help how you nodded, agreeing with whatever he said as long as he kept touching you. You were already so close and his voice might just send you over the edge. You're sure he'd love that. Seemed crowley could tell you were near, too. “Going to cum yet, pet?” he chuckled, grip tightening around your base. “Do you think you deserve it, honeybee? Do you deserve to cum?”

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It was then that you heard the headmaster call for everyone to quiet down. "As you all have probably heard, we will be holding the Triwizard Tournament this year." You groan as you tune out everything else the grumpy headmaster says. Your gaze falls on Sebastian, watching as he joked with a couple of classmates beside him. You couldn’t help but smile at how happy he looked. You pull your gaze away at the sound of shrieking to your right, rolling your eyes as some of the younger students celebrate.

You had been resting in your dorm room for the afternoon, relaxing as you read a book. You turned your head at the sound of a ‘swoosh’ beside you. A letter falls into your lap, and the owl perches itself on the wooden bedframe. Your fingers prod at the envelope before pulling out the letter, you smile as you look at the sender.

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I was hoping you would be able to visit me in Hogsmeade for a Butterbeer this evening.

I’ll be at The Three Broomsticks waiting for you.

Sebastian

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You smile at the boy’s writing before lifting yourself off the bed. You change out of your robes and dress in something more fit for an outing. Walks to Hogsmeade were always enjoyable. You look up at the archway, with the bold word "Hogsmeade" placed among it. You scale your way in, taking notice of all the small shops and buildings on your way to the tavern. You slowly push the tall door open before entering, the smell of butterbeer filling your nose and the sound of chatter in your ears oddly relaxing you.

You take a quick look around before your eyes lock with Sebastian's, and you feel your lips tug up at the toothy-grin directed towards you from the brunette sitting at the bar. "Dressed up for me, huh?" You laugh as you take a seat beside him, greeting the boy before ordering a butterbeer for yourself. You look over to the grinning boy beside you. "What's the occasion?" You chuckle. Sebastian looks away, giggling as he shrugs. "No occasion; I just thought we should catch up." He looks back up at you, his eyes softening. You nod, taking a swig at your drink. His eyes follow your movements.

Time flies as the two of you talk, you barely notice the tavern emptying out. It's only when Sirona came up to the both of you, that you realized how late it had become. The two of you giggle as you walk out, deciding to walk together all the way back to Hogwarts. You couldn't help but stare at the laughing boy beside you, the lamp light shining against his freckled skin so nicely. His cheeks flush as he notices your gaze, before quickly clearing his throat. "So-" You two chat your way back to the castle, talk about The Yule Ball coming up. "Are you planning on going?" You glance over at the rigid boy at your side. He lightly chuckles. "It's not really my scene." He looks up, his brown eyes piercing your own. "What about you?"

You lightly shrug. "I was planning on asking someone." Sebastian curiously looks up at you. "Who?" You pause your steps, Sebastian stopping a couple steps ahead. His body turns as you move closer to him. Your hands make their way to his own, bringing them up between your chests. "You, Sebastian." You watch as his face erupts in heat, the tips of his ears growing red. You chuckle as the boy in front of you mumbles. He coughs before speaking. "I uh, I wouldn't be opposed to it." He awkwardly laughs at the end of his sentence. "Yeah?" You grin as he nods. "Um, great" You giggle, feeling your heart pump faster. Sebastian sighs in relief. "I've actually been hoping you'd ask." You couldn't help but grin even wider at that.

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Ominis Gaunt:

You rubbed the fog from your eyes as you walked out of your dorm, stepping into the noisy common room. You shake your head, regretting leaving your peaceful room. A loud conversation beside you caught your ears, you looked over to see a few younger years rave about something. You make your way to the group, lightly tapping the shoulder of one of them. "Sorry, what's going on?" The younger student flushes as she explains. "You haven't heard yet? We're holding the Triwizard Tournament! I can't wait to go to the Yule Ball!" She giggles, turning back to the group. You nod to yourself before leaving the group, now wandering around the common room.

You were currently walking around the castle, deciding to kill some time before your next class started. A couple familiar voices stopped you in your tracks. Looking over at the rowdy Slytherin boy, you couldn’t help but stare at the calm boy beside him a little longer. Even with the loud boy next to him, he was still so focused. His pale eyes relaxed. Your daydreams get cut short by a hand being placed on your shoulder. You turn to see Poppy smiling as she asks if you’d like to walk to class with her; not being able to turn down the sweet girl, you graciously accept. The both of you make it pretty early to your Charms class, taking your seats beside each other.

It wasn’t long until the classroom had started to fill with students, your eyes only on the lookout for a certain boy. The sound of the students talking starts to deafen as the blonde boy walks into class, his soft smile entrancing you. He sits down next to his best friend, and before you can examine him anymore, Professor Ronan’s booming voice pulls your attention away. Your eyes sneaking glances back at Ominis’s frame every now and then as the class drags on.

That evening, you had decided to stop staring at the pretty boy and just finally talk to him. It took a while, but you eventually found him sitting against a beautifully sculpted wall, his focus seeming to be on the book in his hands. Was he reading? You shake your head—a question for another time. You approach the boy, making sure that your footsteps could be heard by him. "Good evening, Ominis." The blonde perks up. "Ah Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You smile at his enthusiasm. "I was wondering if you’d like to take a walk around the castle with me? It’s been a while since we've spoken."

Ominis nods, taking out his wand and bringing it to his side, the red light shining against his gorgeous eyes. You look away, trying not to obsess over the boy. The two of you start your journey around Hogwarts, the dimly-lit rooms creating the perfect ambiance. Your walk is filled with idle chatter, rambling on about experiences neither of you has had the opportunity to mention to the other yet. The easy conversation comes to a halt at the mention of the Yule Ball, both of you stumbling your way through the topic.

Ominis coughs before turning his head, now facing the walls opposite of you. "Are you going with anyone?" You could hear a slight shake in his voice. "No, not yet, at least." A small chuckle escapes your lips. The blonde raised his eyebrows. "Really? I thought with your popularity, you certainly would’ve been asked already." You shrug before responding; a small smile sat on your face. “Not by anyone I've wanted to go with.” Ominis casts a questioning glance in your direction. “Why don’t you ask the person you’d like to? It’s better than waiting for them to come around to you.” “I don’t know, Ominis. I’m afraid they might turn me down.”

“Nonsense! They would be foolish to turn down someone as great as you.” Ominis seemed to look almost offended. “You shouldn’t think so lowly of yourself.” You slowly nod, realizing he couldn’t see you, you speak up. "Uh- thanks, Ominis," the blonde boy flushes, realizing what he said to you. “Of course,” He quickly replies. You giggle quietly at his flustered state before responding. “Are you going with anyone, Ominis?” His head shook at that. “I’m not all that interested in going.” “Why not?” “I don’t think anyone would choose to go with me.” He weakly smiles. "How about this? If no one asks you out, I’ll take you myself." Ominis’ head turns at that. "You'd do that?”

“Of course I would, what are friends for?” You shrug, a wide smile plastered on your face. You couldn’t wait to spend that night with Ominis, even if he wasn’t going as your date but as just a friend. You see Ominis look slightly disappointed as he whispers something to himself. “Pardon?” The boy looks up at your voice. “Must we go as..” He pauses “just friends’?” His nervous words made your stomach twirl. “Would you like to go as more?” You watch as the normally relaxed boy timidly twiddles his fingers. “If I said yes?” “I would take you as my lover.”

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A/N: I’m so sorry if these seem rushed or not that good, I struggled finishing this. I only expected to write a few hundred words for Ominis, but his ended up being longer than Seb’s.

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