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Cronus Ampora:

That's when you hear someone climbing up next to you. Turning wide (e/c) eyes to your side, you see a boy taking a spot next to you on the banister. Noticing your gaze, he turns to you with a devilish grin, his cigarette sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

"Hey there, babe, room for tvwo?" He asks in slight accent.

His voice almost sounds like he should be in the movie Grease . With the way he's dressed, it only increases your opinion. His chestnut brown locks are slicked back into a pompadour, revealing a pair of twin scars on his forehead. There's a sly look in his eyes, and a matching smirk on his lips. The short sleeves on his white t-shirt are rolled up, and his leather pants hug his hips snugly.

"Like vwhat you see?" He asks with a throaty chuckle.

You slightly sneer and look away from him. Of course some creep would show up when you tried this. He shouldn't interfere too much though.

"Do what you want." You state quietly.

You stare down at the waters below, the waves raging from the wind that whips your (h/l) (h/c) locks around your face. Nerves coil in your gut, and pain makes your chest tight. You got the same feeling a couple of years ago when you started lining up some of your mother's medications on the counter in front of you. Something back then made you put them all back and shove the incident under the rug. Despite having the same feeling, you don't know if you can pull yourself away from this bridge now.

There's fear, and pain, and anger all boiling inside of you, but then there's also the feeling of feeling nothing at all awaiting you if you continue on. It's something that terrifies you when you actually have your emotions available to understand.

You lose yourself in thought before looking around you at the night. You find yourself feeling surprised to see that the boy is still there, though sitting now. His legs hang over the rail and he turns his gaze to you when he feels your eyes on him. He gives the same devious smirk.

"Hey there."

You furrow your brows and look to your feet.

"What are you still doing there?" You ask.

"Sitting."

You feel like introducing your palm to the front of your face, but resist. You can see in his eyes that he knows exactly what you meant.

"Why are you still sitting there?" You retry.

"Don't vwant to leawve you alone." He states.

Your fisted hands suddenly go limp and you stare straight at him blankly, unsure of what to do. He turns his gaze off to the distance, waiting for you to decide what you're going to do or say.

"Why?" Is what you settle on.

"Ewveryone dies alone, but that doesn't mean someone can't still be there vwith them until that point. Do you vwant to be alone novw?" He asks.

You ponder over his words. They strike a harsh cord in you and you, and you feel your lip tremble. Lowering yourself to sit next to him, you stare into your lap. Soon after, warm tears start to drop onto your folded hands.

"Sometimes I wish I was along, and other times I wish there was somebody I could talk to, or just sit with. It doesn't matter much though. It's just a selfish request either way." You state.

"It's only selfish if you let yourself think it is, doll. All you hawve to do is ask." He holds his hand out in front of you.

You look at it for a second and wipe some tears on your sleeve.

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Cronus, Cronus Ampora." He reveals with a wink.

"I don't think I want to die right now." You say.

"Then I'll help you dovwn." He says as you place your hand in his.

---- 2 years later----

Cronus Ampora is the biggest flirt you have ever had the fortune to meet! You probably should have taken the couple of hints he dropped way back on that night at the bridge. People don't just call strangers "babe" and "doll" for fun. Still, you have had plenty of chances since then to take the hint. Oh yeah, you definitely got the hint.

You are now in a close relationship with Cronus Ampora. He may be smooth as fuck at times, but now that you know him better, you know he's really just a huge nerd. Your huge nerd at any rate, so you take care of him, and he you.

Despite being flirtatious, he can be very serious too. He knows when to settle things down and give you your space when you have some of your really painful moments. He's always there for you, whether he's being quiet, or waiting for a text from you, or if he's hugging you until your eyes pop from your skull.

Currently, you are laying on his bedroom floor. He is hanging off the bed above you, and tracing patterns over your back randomly. There's a cigarette in his mouth, but it's unlit for now. He respects that you don't want him lighting them around you unless your outside and a few feet away from each other.

Eyes wandering, you catch sight of something strange under the bed. A glasses case. Stretching your arm out, you pull it to you and open it. Inside are a pair of hipster looking glasses, but you can tell the lenses are prescription.

"Hey, Cro?" You ask.

"VWhat, babe?" He asks, eyes shut as he still traces.

You place them on your face and smirk.

"Are you secretly Harry Potter?" You ask.

Cronus's brow furrows before he cracks an eyelid to gaze at you. When he sees what is on your face, his eyes shoot open.

"Vwoah vwoah vwoah! No!" He shouts, grabbing for the spectacles.

You pull them off, sitting up and holding them out of his reach.

"(y/n), vwe do not talk about the glasses." He growls with a fake smile on his lips.

You lean forward and peck him on the lips to quiet him for a moment as you quickly place the glasses on his face.

"You're not Harry Potter! Your Harry and Draco's love child!" You exclaim with teasing glee.

His slicked back hair, and the scar, and the glasses. It's perfect!

"What house would you be in?" You ask yourself.

Cronus harshly removes the glasses and sneers gleefully at you before getting up from the bed.

"I'd not be a student. Right novw I'm kind of feeling like a dementor."

You cock your head, but soon find out what he means as his lips connect to yours. They're sweet yet rough as he pulls you against him. He turns his head to deepen the kiss and you shiver as he tongue licks across your bottom lip. Without waiting for permission, he shoves his tongue in.

His appendage works against your own, sending waves of pleasure over you. His roaming hands leave a tingling sensation everywhere they touch, and you mewl into the kiss.

It disappoints you when he pulls away with a devious smirk.

"R-right... No more Harry Potter roleplay." You pant.

"VWhat are you talkin' about? I kinda enjoyed that." Cronus teases.

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Cronus Ampora:

That's when you hear someone climbing up next to you. Turning wide (e/c) eyes to your side, you see a boy taking a spot next to you on the banister. Noticing your gaze, he turns to you with a devilish grin, his cigarette sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

"Hey there, babe, room for tvwo?" He asks in slight accent.

His voice almost sounds like he should be in the movie Grease . With the way he's dressed, it only increases your opinion. His chestnut brown locks are slicked back into a pompadour, revealing a pair of twin scars on his forehead. There's a sly look in his eyes, and a matching smirk on his lips. The short sleeves on his white t-shirt are rolled up, and his leather pants hug his hips snugly.

"Like vwhat you see?" He asks with a throaty chuckle.

You slightly sneer and look away from him. Of course some creep would show up when you tried this. He shouldn't interfere too much though.

"Do what you want." You state quietly.

You stare down at the waters below, the waves raging from the wind that whips your (h/l) (h/c) locks around your face. Nerves coil in your gut, and pain makes your chest tight. You got the same feeling a couple of years ago when you started lining up some of your mother's medications on the counter in front of you. Something back then made you put them all back and shove the incident under the rug. Despite having the same feeling, you don't know if you can pull yourself away from this bridge now.

There's fear, and pain, and anger all boiling inside of you, but then there's also the feeling of feeling nothing at all awaiting you if you continue on. It's something that terrifies you when you actually have your emotions available to understand.

You lose yourself in thought before looking around you at the night. You find yourself feeling surprised to see that the boy is still there, though sitting now. His legs hang over the rail and he turns his gaze to you when he feels your eyes on him. He gives the same devious smirk.

"Hey there."

You furrow your brows and look to your feet.

"What are you still doing there?" You ask.

"Sitting."

You feel like introducing your palm to the front of your face, but resist. You can see in his eyes that he knows exactly what you meant.

"Why are you still sitting there?" You retry.

"Don't vwant to leawve you alone." He states.

Your fisted hands suddenly go limp and you stare straight at him blankly, unsure of what to do. He turns his gaze off to the distance, waiting for you to decide what you're going to do or say.

"Why?" Is what you settle on.

"Ewveryone dies alone, but that doesn't mean someone can't still be there vwith them until that point. Do you vwant to be alone novw?" He asks.

You ponder over his words. They strike a harsh cord in you and you, and you feel your lip tremble. Lowering yourself to sit next to him, you stare into your lap. Soon after, warm tears start to drop onto your folded hands.

"Sometimes I wish I was along, and other times I wish there was somebody I could talk to, or just sit with. It doesn't matter much though. It's just a selfish request either way." You state.

"It's only selfish if you let yourself think it is, doll. All you hawve to do is ask." He holds his hand out in front of you.

You look at it for a second and wipe some tears on your sleeve.

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Cronus, Cronus Ampora." He reveals with a wink.

"I don't think I want to die right now." You say.

"Then I'll help you dovwn." He says as you place your hand in his.

---- 2 years later----

Cronus Ampora is the biggest flirt you have ever had the fortune to meet! You probably should have taken the couple of hints he dropped way back on that night at the bridge. People don't just call strangers "babe" and "doll" for fun. Still, you have had plenty of chances since then to take the hint. Oh yeah, you definitely got the hint.

You are now in a close relationship with Cronus Ampora. He may be smooth as fuck at times, but now that you know him better, you know he's really just a huge nerd. Your huge nerd at any rate, so you take care of him, and he you.

Despite being flirtatious, he can be very serious too. He knows when to settle things down and give you your space when you have some of your really painful moments. He's always there for you, whether he's being quiet, or waiting for a text from you, or if he's hugging you until your eyes pop from your skull.

Currently, you are laying on his bedroom floor. He is hanging off the bed above you, and tracing patterns over your back randomly. There's a cigarette in his mouth, but it's unlit for now. He respects that you don't want him lighting them around you unless your outside and a few feet away from each other.

Eyes wandering, you catch sight of something strange under the bed. A glasses case. Stretching your arm out, you pull it to you and open it. Inside are a pair of hipster looking glasses, but you can tell the lenses are prescription.

"Hey, Cro?" You ask.

"VWhat, babe?" He asks, eyes shut as he still traces.

You place them on your face and smirk.

"Are you secretly Harry Potter?" You ask.

Cronus's brow furrows before he cracks an eyelid to gaze at you. When he sees what is on your face, his eyes shoot open.

"Vwoah vwoah vwoah! No!" He shouts, grabbing for the spectacles.

You pull them off, sitting up and holding them out of his reach.

"(y/n), vwe do not talk about the glasses." He growls with a fake smile on his lips.

You lean forward and peck him on the lips to quiet him for a moment as you quickly place the glasses on his face.

"You're not Harry Potter! Your Harry and Draco's love child!" You exclaim with teasing glee.

His slicked back hair, and the scar, and the glasses. It's perfect!

"What house would you be in?" You ask yourself.

Cronus harshly removes the glasses and sneers gleefully at you before getting up from the bed.

"I'd not be a student. Right novw I'm kind of feeling like a dementor."

You cock your head, but soon find out what he means as his lips connect to yours. They're sweet yet rough as he pulls you against him. He turns his head to deepen the kiss and you shiver as he tongue licks across your bottom lip. Without waiting for permission, he shoves his tongue in.

His appendage works against your own, sending waves of pleasure over you. His roaming hands leave a tingling sensation everywhere they touch, and you mewl into the kiss.

It disappoints you when he pulls away with a devious smirk.

"R-right... No more Harry Potter roleplay." You pant.

"VWhat are you talkin' about? I kinda enjoyed that." Cronus teases.