Grian Oneshots

137 ~ Addiction

TW: Cigarettes, yelling, theft,

If you smoke or vape, please get help.

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Grian held the cigarettes in his hand as he stared down at them. Minutes before, he had stolen the pack from Dom. He wouldn't notice if a few were missing right?

Grian flinched as Sam yelled at Dom.

Their dorm room had thick walls, but both his and Sam's ears were sensitive anyway. Grian's wings fluttered with fear as he realized what Sam was yelling about.

"No, Dom! Smoking is bad!" Sam's voice yelled from their bedroom. "It will kill you!"

Grian looked down at the pack and quickly looked around his room. A small compartment or a box Sam wouldn't think to look in...

Grian's eyes rested on the vent. It was too tall for Grian to reach without a chair, and Sam was only a few inches taller then he. Grian walked over to his desk, and pulled his desk chair to the wall. He opened the vent shaft, and placed the cigarettes in there. He shut the vent as he heard Sam's voice get louder.

Grian brought his chair back to his desk and sat down to do his homework.

...

Grian rested his head on J's lap as J talked with Dom and Taurtis about their homework. Grian had already passed the class, so he didn't need help like Dom and Taurtis did.

Grian opened his eyes slightly, to see Dom somewhat staring at him from just under the brim of his hat. He gave a questioning look, and Dom asked a question about something in the book. Grian explained it, before returning to his long needed nap.

When he woke up, it was to yelling. He knew this yelling, Sam and Dom were back at the argument.

"Sam! It's fine! I don't smoke that often for it to be an issue!" Dom yelled.

"Yes it is! I love you, Dom! This will kill you!" Sam responded.

Grian sighed and sat up from his position on the couch. He stood up and walked to his room. After the argument, Dom joined him.

"You okay, Gri?" Dom asked.

Grian now sat at his desk, and had barely hid the cigarettes in his desk before Dom entered.

"Yeah." Grian mumbled, laying his head on the book in front of him.

"I'm sorry you've had to listen to me and Sam..."

"No its fine. I-" Grian stopped himself and checked the door. "...I'm okay with you smoking in here if you need to smoke..."

"Won't it bug you? I know Hybrids had keener senses after all..." Dom had a slight questioning look in his eyes, and Grian felt his wings fold against his back.

"Its fine... Sam has one if the better senses of smell hybrid wise..." 'Plus I won't know if it's mine or yours.'

"Are you certain? I know my smoking bothers you..."

"What?" Grian asked.

"Well, you keep stealing my cigarettes and I'm finding them in the trash."

Grian pushed down the feeling of panic. Dom must not have looked through the packs, thinking Grian disliked cigarettes.

"...I just wanted the arguments to stop..." Grian lied. "I don't mind smokers..."

Dom smiled softly to Grian. But a question haunted him.

If Dom knew, who's to say Sam or the others didn't? Could the arguments be this bad because Grian's smokes were found and assumed to be Dom's?

...

Dom and Sam's arguments got worse, resulting in everyone knowing and Grian becoming more and more dependent on his smokes. Dom even started asking if Grian needed a fan because of the odor Dom's cigarettes make. Grian would politely decline, and say his vent was just being weird.

...

Grian had passed out at his desk, and Dom had walked in. He recoiled at the strong smell, telling himself he'd have to get Grian some type of fan. He felt sad as he realized how much it probably effected Grian. He saw Grian, and softly chuckled.

'I'll just cuddle Grian tonight.' Dom thought, walking to Grian's desk.

He picked Grian up and began the short walk to Grian's bed. Something falling made his turn around slightly. He laid Grian in his bed, as dread and panic filled him.

There, on the ground, laid an empty pack of cigarettes.

Dom picked it up and looked at the pack. He became confused as he recognized the pack as one of his. Dom ordered the packs off the internet, resulting in the weird name.

"...Sam!" Dom said, dread filling him.

Sam groaned as he rounded the corner and stood outside Grian's door. This was as close as he could get without puking from the stench. Anger filled him as he saw the pack of smokes.

"Just smoke in front of me, why don't you!" Sam groaned.

"Sam, I-" Dom looked at Grian. "I don't leave my packs around Grian's room... I take them with me when I leave, I have never left them in here."

Sam's ears drooped at the thought.

"Perhaps once...?" Sam suggested.

"I wish I had, but even then Grian should've thrown them away instead of keeping them on his lap..."

...

When Grian woke up, he knew something was up. There wasn't an argument, and the smell of smoke was gone from his room. Actually, his bed was a lot more comfortable then normal too. It almost felt like... the couch...

Grian sat up and looked around the living room. J held Sam in their seat, with Taurtis and Dom having a quiet conversation in their room. That's all that Grian could tell.

"He's up!" J yelled down the hall, covering Sam's bunny ears.

The pair walked down the hall and Grian couldn't tell they were mad at him. Had he forgotten someone's birthday?

"You have anything to say?" Taurtis said, tossing the pack of smokes into the coffee table.

Grian bit his tongue and lowered his head. His wings slight wrapped around him, hiding his embarrassment and fear.

"Did I leave my smokes out or sonething?" Dom asked, sitting down next to him.

Grian knew the self blame in his voice, and wanted to quell it.

"No..." Grian admitted. "I've smoked since before we met. I just snuck out or turned on the shower head and the air vent when I did..."

Grian's hands found their way to the couch cushions, and he pulled at the strings on it. His gaze was set on the coffee table, but he made sure not to look at the smokes.

"How many?" Sam asked. "And have I yelled at Dom when I found yours?"

Grian kept his eyes on the coffee table.

"Three years... And most likely..." Grian's voice cracked at the thought of Dom getting yelled at.

"Why did you start?" J's voice was calm, but had an air of guilt, sadness, and anger.

"...At first it was just a way to get out of the house..." Grian said. "Then it became my stress release..."

Dom's arms wrapped around Grian's waist, and he pulled Grian onto his lap. Grian smiled and wrapped his wings around them, though the guilt and embarrassment still haunted him.

"Both of us are stopping." Dom's voice was stern and precise. Grian didn't fight it, he knew the facts and the effect it would most likely have on him. Hell, he'd tried quiting before. He accepted his fate of being monitored, and knew he'd have to expose his stash to them to get it taken from him.

'Oh shit, I keep the hoodies I stole near them... Fuuuuuuuck...'