#do you fuckers absolutely need to dig a deeper hole

[willowwhistle]

Hey @staff @support can you help me understand why a terf spuriously accusing a trans woman of pedophilia with less than 500 notes is second on the "most popular" filter when you search #photomatt?

Any particular reason *this* was almost at the top of the list instead of ones with more than 500 that were beneath it??

[tonycries]

"Pull On It. Harder."

Synopsis. He liked to wear that little black hair tie everywhere. Why? Oh, it just reminds him of the way you tie his hair into a pretty lil’ ponytail - all while he's tonguefúcking you to insanity.

Pairings. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cunnilingus, rough oral (female receiving), unprotected, overstim, slightly long haired! boys, they’re just a bit mean here, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 1.2k

A/N. I love long haired men and no one can do anything ab it.

He’s never seen without that little black hair tie around his wrist. 

He likes to take it with him, thumbing that red imprint on his skin whenever he misses you. It makes him think of how he’d run his hands through your hair at night. Or how you’d intertwine your fingers with his when out on dates.

And, of course, how you’d gather  his locks and tie it into a pretty little ponytail while he tonguefucks you into insanity.  

“Fuck, sweetheart. Barely even touched you and already so wet f’me.”

Nose-deep in your pussy, his bangs partially cover his heavenly view of you - spread underneath him, thighs trembling and cunt dripping all over his freshly cleaned bed sheets. Good, he thinks deliriously, preferring your scent to the overly artificial softener anyway. 

He isn’t too worried, though, knowing you’ll work your magic with his hair soon enough. Soon.

“Soon” happens to be when he’s pooling your sweet juices on his lips. Relentless tongue dipping in and out of your quivering hole at a maddening pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Oh, fuck, baby- Hngh- faster, fucking me on your tongue s’good.” Hips bucking up into his hot mouth for more more more. Making out heatedly with your pussy with the urgency of a madman. Stray strands sticking to his forehead, he looks up at you through half-lidded, absolutely feral eyes that devour you almost as much as the mouth on your cunt - soon.

Tongue bullying past your swollen folds, crooking just right to fuck you on it the way he needed to with his throbbing cock. “Yeah, just like that.” you moan deliriously.

His hair tie digs into his skin, as well as yours, as he forces your thighs on his shoulders, reaching to draw tight, little circles on your needy clit. Methodical, and purposeful.

He knew you were close when you reached down to urgently cup his head, bunching those silky locks in two trembling hands. Ever the gentleman - his hand expertly leaves its bruising grip spreading your thighs so shamefully open. Letting you all but rip off the hair tie off it.

Shaky fingers running through his locks, his breath hitches so deliciously as you hastily secure his soft strands into a small, loose ponytail. Movements urgent and as jerky as the snap of that small hair tie. 

Ah, there he was - you could cum just from seeing the absolutely feral look on his face. It should be a crime for those beautiful features to be covered by anything other than your dripping cunt. 

A predatory grin tugs at his lips against your swollen ones as you finish tying the small band. Ah, now he can really get into it. Your back arches, using the ponytail as leverage to demand more. Need more as he makes out with your pussy with newfound vigor.

Nails digging into his scalp, searing with your grip. You know he doesn’t mind - in fact, he even leans into your touch with a guttural groan, swallowing hard as he drives his tongue deeper into you. 

It’s messy - both the ponytail and the way he speeds up maddeningly, your slick smearing across his pretty face, trailing down to the sheets below. Tongue continuing its relentless abuse - over and over and-

At a merciless rhythm that has the bed creaking and you whining in pleasure - the neighbors were sure to file another noise complaint. Annoying old fuckers, should give them a real show. 

His breaths are almost as ragged as yours now - because fuck oxygen, he wanted to see his pretty girl fall apart on his tongue. A munch - as you liked to often joke - with no care in the world for anything other than making you cum hard enough to see stars.

“Fuck, baby- m’gonna- m’gonna hngh-”

And not only do you see stars, you probably see the pearly gates of heaven as you cum on his mouth. Convulsing and hips rutting up to ride out your high on his pretty face. Eyes dazed, lips swollen and absolutely pussy-drunk. 

That sinful glint in his eyes stays as he pulls away, an obscene trail of saliva and your slick connecting your lips to his chin. Cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently, strands of silky hair falling out of that disheveled ponytail. A true masterpiece.

He watched you intently, drinking in every dip and curve. Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking.

But the games are over now.

“Spread them f’me, sweetheart.”

Looming over you, eyes burning with raw desire. Cock throbbing and leaking delicate beads of precum as he positions himself, furiously flushed tip nudging your sloppy hold. He pumps himself. Once. Twice. Being merciful enough to give you a second of respite.

Without warning, he surges forward. Bullying his thick cock into your snug cunt in one, swift thrust. Not stopping till he’s all the way. His lips crush against yours, stifling your cry of pain and pleasure at finally getting what he’s been teasing you with for so long.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into your dripping cunt. Nails raking down his sculpted back as he starts up a feral, unforgiving pace. Each ram of his cock into your cunt erratic, hitting your cervix and pulsing against that one spot deliberately. Again. And again. Like a madman possessed. 

“Baby- Hngh-” you whine sinfully, hips bucking wildly against to meet his almost-animalistic cadence, reaching out a shaky arm towards him. He knows what that means. How could he not?

Holding your hungry gaze as he leans down, sweaty forehead meeting yours. One hand cradles your face, while the other hooks a finger underneath that godforsaken hair tie and pulls. Letting the ponytail - that at this point could barely even be called one - fall apart, just as you were underneath him. 

Eyes glassy and dazed, soft little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. The only thing behind those pretty eyes being him and the big cock stuffing you full. So close to cumming. 

Bangs partially covering the sinful view that was you - but right now, he didn’t care. Not when you’re snaking a hand up to his locks and pulling. Hard.

“Yeah, just like that. Pull on it. Harder.” Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat as he lets you continue your little ministrations, tugging on his hair especially hard when he purposefully misses that little spot he knew drove you wild. Over and over.

Now, he doesn’t want to sound like a masochist - his friends would probably laugh their asses off at that - it’s just it hurts so good when it’s you.

Which is why, two strong hands rest above your head, fingers lacing, pushing you down down down impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock. You keen in response, “Ah! Hngh- oh, baby jus’ like that. M’gonna cum.”

Ha, as if he’d be that nice. 

Pulling out in one, fluid motion, he relishes in your disappointed whine at the sudden disappointment. Taking the opportunity to gather your hair in his fists, fingers deftly forming a makeshift ponytail with a snap! of that little hair tie. 

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, voice gravelly and hot against your ear. “Not yet. Suck on my cock without this ponytail falling apart, sweetheart. Then we’ll see about that orgasm, hm?”

Because you love to see his face.

And, of course, he loves to see yours.

- GETO, CHOSO, GOJO, Kuroo, KENMA, Sakusa, EREN, Jean

A/N. I’m ngl this is very much self-indulgent pls.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[aceing-on-the-cake]

They’re Lesbians Your Honor

New Fic Idea

“Can I buy you a book?”

Izuku stops to process what just came out of her mouth and hopes that maybe the blonde didn’t hear her, but that doesn’t seem to be the case based on the look of absolute derision she is now sporting. Realizing she either needs to explain herself or  find a small hole to die in Izuku quickly upends every word he’s ever known.

“I mean, I know you work here, and I suppose I’m supposed to be the one who buys books but I just, I saw you, I mean I’ve seen you around, and I just, I’ve never done this before and god you’re so pretty and you work here so you probably like books and I couldn’t figure out any other way to start this conversation but I mean if a pretty girl walked up to me and offered to buy me a book I’d be intrigued, not that I’m saying I’m pretty especially compared to you because I mean, just, I mean that’s not the only reason I’m here but it’s not like you’re not pretty and at this point I should probably just find that ditch to go die in and I’ll probably never be able to come back here again after this which is unfortunate because I really like this store and..”

The blonde abruptly holds up her hand stopping her before she can dig herself any deeper in a trench. Izuku gulps and tries not to get lost in the red eyes that seem to be begging for her imminent death.

“If you have shitty taste I’m going to ban you from the store myself,” the blonde finally says.

“Wait, you mean, you...” Izuku starts before smiling entirely too bright for this world. The blonde squints her eyes.

“You wanted to buy me a book fucker, then buy me a book. I just work here, I don’t care what you do with your shitty money.”

Izuku’s smile gets impossibly brighter.

“Ok!” she exclaims, “I’ll just, I’ll be right back then.”

She starts to run off but is stopped by the blonde before she gets too far.

“And oy, freckles,” she yells out. Izuku stops turning around with a questioning look.

“Next time just ask me for my number like a normal fucker,” she states with a smirk.

“Eep!” Izuku blurts out before windmilling her arms in front of her face that’s now sporting a blush from the tips of her ears straight down to her neck.

“I mean, yes, that would’ve been, more normal but I mean I’ve never exactly been known for being normal which I suppose...”

“Freckles,” the blonde interrupts. “Don’t you have a book to find?”

“Yes, yep, I’ll just”, and with that Izuku dashes off to another aisle to die in peace. It takes her only a minute to calm down her heart enough to realize what exactly happened. She didn’t shut her down. I mean sure, she hadn’t gotten the gorgeous blondes’ number but I mean, she hadn’t turned her down. Smiling from ear to ear Izuku set about her new task of impressing the blonde so much that she doesn’t think she’s a total weirdo.

[whenwordsmakesense]

Another first sentence + 5 sentence fic, "I hate it when you're being a martyr!!?"

Lol, next time just send me a sentence. I don't think I'll ever be doing "only" +5 sentences xD

Okay, okay, so this isn't from my *THE* time-travel fic, but the thing is... I just love the idea of a bamf!sterek that go back in time and don't tell anyone about the truth and then comes this CONFRONTATION and everyone else is confused/in awe.

Quick rundown of dynamics, just because: Alpha Talia Hale. Human/Alpha Mate Nathaniel Hale. Betas Peter Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Claudia Stilinski. Human Noah John Stilinski. Alpha Derek Hale (but he presents as a beta to everyone except Stiles). Human Stiles Stilinski (but he is actually a spark, the strongest there is).

Idk their ages, but you can imagine Stiles as a 15/16 year old teen (he's mentally older, of course, think like... hmm... let's say he came back in time at age 21. So he should be 30, mentally). That makes Derek 21/22 (mentally 36).

Okay, enough rambling, now let's get down to the fic!! I'll be writing this from Laura's POV. Also, tell me if I should post this one on AO3? Now it's on AO3!

The Moon's Come Out

"I hate it when you're being a martyr."

Stiles' voice is a soft whisper underneath the chaos of blood and death, but it's not quite enough to drown under. It's a resigned exhale of breath, a truth so absolute that it's no longer just a truth. It's a fact.

Laura Hale wonders when her baby brother aligned himself to such a fact. She wonders lots of things about her baby brother.

She remembers the day when it all changed. When Derek changed. It was subtle, but it was prominent.

She remembers when she'd helped Derek with his flirting skills. Paige, she remembers; the same Paige who had once held Derek's eyes had been rendered into nothing that day. No, not nothing—something else. Something deeper. Something like grief.

But why would Derek grieve someone living? It's a mystery, but more than that it's an act shared between Derek and Stiles—like they're barely tethered to the world, and every moment with anyone but each other is like a gift and a curse, all in one.

But this isn't the time to think about it, how it feels like she's lost Derek once.

It's time to save him.

"Mom," her voice is a barely there sound, but her mom, her Alpha, she's here.

And she's silently crying.

"Mom, we need to- need to help him,"

Her mom is nodding her head, and they're moving between the bloody bodies—hunters, who'd come to kill them, only to die by Stiles'... everything.

Laura feels she can save him.

"Stop." Stiles' voice is still a whisper, but it's an order. A command.

Her mom—Alpha Talia Hale—stops in her tracks, and Laura, with her injured leg has to stop with her.

Dad is shouting at Cora to stay back, and John is trying to free Claudia and Peter from their confines, and Laura can hear all that. But right now, her world boils to where Derek is. On the ground, only a few feet away but so, so far away, spitting blood out of his mouth as his healing tries to kick in where the bullets are lodged on his body.

Bullets. Because Derek had jumped in front of the hunters when they started shooting at Peter and Claudia. And they're all wolfsbane laced.

Laura opens her mouth to protest, to shout, but Stiles doesn't let her.

He's always stopped her from talking.

She hates Stiles.

He's taken Derek away from her. From the pack.

"I can deal with this, you don't have to worry,"

"You can't order me around." Laura's eyes flash at her Alpha's tone, and she bares her neck.

Stiles' jaw sets with a determined look. "Oh, yeah? You really think so, Talia?" Laura watches him as he speaks, words fast paced and laced with worry and fear and anger. It's an ensemble of emotions, but even Laura has to admit that there's always been something special about this kid. His hands work as he talks.

"I mean, maybe you do. You Hales always think you know the best, don't you? It's like you think nobody else has any brains but you. Well, except Peter. That fucker is just too clever for his own good and he knows it. But he at least knows not to underestimate others. That's more than I can say for you, Talia. Or Laura. You two are so similar, you know?"

Laura does. She does know. And she is proud of that fact. But Stiles says it like a curse, like being so similar to her own mother—her Alpha—is nothing short of the worst thing.

Laura wonders why. She wonders a lot when it comes to Stiles.

"Stiles," everyone stops at that voice, as if freezing in place would freeze time itself.

Laura has been tortured, she's seen more blood than she needs to today, and she'd cried herself hoarse when they'd started to torture her previously unconscious mom. And then she'd wanted to die when the hunters turned their guns toward Cora, Claudia and Peter. So much so that she'd barely noticed Derek somehow escaping from his own personal confinement, the shackles he was in, all of it covered in wolfsbane. Neither had she witnessed Stiles breaking the literal cage the humans of their pack had been put in. But the thing that truly, truly scares her isn't any of those things. No.

It's losing Derek. Her baby brother (he used to hate it when she called him that, but when he changed, that hate turned into a grieving sort of fondness, like this was something he'd missed), who feels more like an adult than she is, her Derek. She can't lose him. She just can't.

It would break her. It would break the pack. Derek has always been the heart of it, the sweet little kid who is adored by his sisters and trusted by his parents; the man who even Peter respects, and Claudia cherishes like her own son, and John who calls him a good man.

It's no surprise they all just stop when Derek speaks for the first time since he was shot. And oh, was it only minutes ago? It feels like hours.

"Finally coherent, huh?" Stiles asks Derek, like Derek speaking right now is no big deal. Like it's that easy to try and repel the poison of wolfsbane.

"Shut up," Derek coughs out, voice throaty and weak.

"Derek," someone calls out. It's choked with tears, and it's a female, and it's her voice. "Derek! Please don't die,"

Derek tries to move his head, but falls back on the ground with a thump. Stiles swats at him, and Laura only now notices that Stiles' hands are covered in blood, one anchored on Derek's chest while the other digs around one of the holes. There's a host of bullets lying on the other side; Stiles throws another bullet there.

Perhaps everyone notices the same thing just then, because everyone makes a noise, a wail of pain and disgust and fear, all of it mixed in one sound.

Her mom has lost all her fight in herself, and Laura deflates, too. Stiles seems to know what he's doing.

And he doesn't seem to care what he sounds like.

"No, shut up? Me? Shut up? I swear to the fucking moon, you asshole, if you die on me I'll follow you. I'll fucking follow you there, because nothing is left for me here, okay, and I know you know that. You know this. How could you even do this to me? I told you to wait for my signal! I never would have let them get hurt, Derek! No, no, shut up! You keep your words to yourself and you listen, you goddamn martyr, you listen.

You made me a promise. When we came back, you promised me we'd be together. Always. We'll fix things, then we'll live, and then we'll die. Together. But you-you broke that promise, Der. You did tha-that,"

Laura is missing something. They all are.

Stiles' voice is a steady stream, a flow broken only by the cracks in his voice and the anger in it. And then it's a whisper, the height of his voice toppled down by his sorrow.

Derek smiles softly, as if Stiles worrying himself to death about him is not a new thing. Like Derek almost dies on a constant basis, and this is a routine they have—Stiles worries, Stiles shouts, and then Derek smiles because he's still here. He isn't gone yet.

Laura watches as Derek puts his weight on his elbows, brings his face close to Stiles'. Nobody interrupts them, still frozen in time, still processing what they just went through. Stiles shuts his eyes.

"I am here. I am here, Stiles," Derek tells Stiles, and Stiles takes a shaky breath, and it hangs there, that breath—the worry, the anger, the pain, everything—between them, before Derek lunges forward and presses his lips against Stiles'.

There are a few sharp breaths, and a hysterical giggle from Claudia. "I told you," she says, and Laura thinks she's saying it to John.

Laura isn't exactly surprised. She's caught them kissing multiple times, and she's always wanted to tattle on them. And she would have, because this is wrong—Stiles is a teenager and Derek is an adult—but Stiles is clever and somehow always a few steps ahead of her. He knows all of her secrets, and she'd rather he didn't but that's not the life she has. No, the life she has is—

—clearer in hindsight. She thinks back on those kisses, shared in the early mornings or late nights, between whispered words that Laura couldn't make out and with a desperation that went beyond the desperation of wanting a good time.

And she looks now, looks at the way Stiles' breaths are shaky and labored, but his hands are steady, even as he brings flames appear out of nowhere and presses it against Derek's bullet wounds. She looks at the way Derek has his forehead pressed against Stiles', and how he moves his head to Stiles' neck at the precise moments that the fire touches his skin. Like he's done this before, knows how to keep his pain between him and Stiles. She looks at the way Stiles' other hand, still bloody, tangles in Derek's hair, comforts him, like he's the only comfort Derek needs in this world.

She looks at the way Derek's body heals, like even his body is used to being hurt like this.

"It all makes sense," Peter's voice brings her out of her thoughts, and she turns to look at him. He's vibrating with excitement. "The way they talk—the way they behave—it all makes sense!"

Laura doesn't want to know. She doesn't want to know how this much blood and death and crying and confusion could ever make sense.

But if knowing is the answer to ease the burden on Stiles' and Derek's shoulders, she'll take it. She will know.

[batarella]

All Grown Up (Jason Todd x Reader)

Do I need a cleansing? Probably.

-Requested-

user88777777: “I'm not sure if you're doing requests? And of not that's ok but I have an idea?! Can you write a smut where Jason and reader are having sex in wayne manor and alfred walks in on them and Jason goes downstairs in the morning and Alfred's like "you're all grown up"

WORDS: 2213 WARNINGS: SEMI PUBLIC SEX IN THE FOREST. ORAL SEX. 69 WITH THE BEST DICK IN THE WORLD.

Masterlist

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You were so fucking horny.

He knew you had your hands right on top of his clothed abs on purpose. You couldn’t stop running your fingers down the hard crevices. Jason pulled on the throttle and drove faster out of the island, where there were trees littering an acre of empty lot and the road went straight into Wayne Manor. He was horny, too. You could see the sweat coming out of his neck. Burying your nose into his nape, your hand went further down.

“Playtime after we get off this bike, Y/N,” he said through his helmet. He was grinning ear to ear.

You inhaled into his neck. He turned further into the island, and the only light that showed the way was the motorcycle’s headlight. A movie date at the manor’s theater. That’s what he promised you. “What do you wanna watch, babe?”

“Your dick sliding in and out of my pussy,” you breathed, grazing your lips onto his skin. “Fuck.” He was hard. You could feel it.

“Never mind that movie, then.”

“Let’s do it at the cave. Bruce is out for patrol. No one will be there.”

“There are cameras at every corner. Unless you're into that stuff.” He winked. Jason sped even faster past the trees.

“How ‘bout the library? You can read a few of your classics while I suck you off-“

“Mother fucker, you're killing me.”

“I love you,” you grinned.

He slowed down his bike, just when you thought he wanted to get to the manor even faster. “Jay?”

The bike came to a complete stop. He parked it, took off his helmet, and took off yours. He pulled you up and kept kissing you hard while his hand squeezed your ass. Jason took your hands and walked you into the trees, farther from the road so no one could see them. “I’m so fucking hard. Let’s make this quick.”

He pushed your back against a tree trunk and pushed his much larger self against your body. Jason bit your lip, and your hands were all over him. Snaking under his shirt, your fingers tracing his pecs, his abs, then you held the large bulge on his pants. Jason pulled your shirt up your bra, then pulled them slightly down to expose your breasts to the cold, nipping air. Your heavy breaths were cut short when Jason trailed his hand up your cleavage, up to your neck, squeezing at just the amount of pressure that you loved.

His lips were so rough, teeth drawing blood from your lips, numbing them so wonderfully you moaned at the sensation. Jason forcefully flipped you over, pushing your front against the tree while you heard him unbuckle his pants off.

“Fuck,” you gasped, then he pulled down your pants just under your ass. A sharp sting on your ass cheek soon followed. Your hands gripped tightly onto the tree, your nails digging into the bark when Jason sucked on your neck, his tongue drawing circles with his one hand still squeezing your neck and the other holding your breast.

Jason pushed into you, raw and hard. He couldn’t wait any longer. You pushed your ass out, arching your back as much as you could when your head was being held back by his strong arm so he could kiss you, biting into your lip again when he thrusted again.

“Yes.” You squeezed your eyes shut when the feel of his lips, his hands and his massive cock stretching out your pussy so wide all sent your mind dancing on the light clouds. You loved this man so much, and it just so happened that his dick was the absolute best as making you come. Jason squeezed your neck harder, and he moaned your name into your ear. The way he whispers against it, his breath tickling your ear and his teeth biting into it sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You pushed your ass out even further and spread your legs. Jason’s hand was strong pulling and pushing your whole body, bruising your hips in the best way possible. He snapped his hips into your ass. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, just like that!” you kept crying, mewling and holding onto the bark when the burn inside your walls swelled up, and you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. Jason sensed it and fucked you even harder. You couldn’t stay here long. But the thrill of getting caught. Fuck. You could get off from it alone. Jason slapped your ass again, and that one spot that drove you mad, he purposefully stimulated with the tip of his cock.

You were twitching, and every drag of his cock sent pulsating tremors down the ends of your whole body. Jason covered your mouth just as you came undone, biting into his hand and the other gripping his own to hold yourself up as you shook, your knees trembling. He kept going, faster, then you felt the familiar warmth of his cum spewing inside you. He breathed heavily into your ear, leaning his head against yours, and you both came down your high with a softer kiss on the lips. Jason’s grip on you loosened, slowly turning you around so he could kiss you better. He held your waist, grinning between his sweet kisses.

You heard a large car speed by, narrowly missing Jason’s bike.

“That’s our queue,” he said. “The big guy’s out for the night. I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

His thumb soothed your lips, and you looked right into his eyes as you sucked on it like you would his cock. “Fuck,” he breathed, watching you and sinking his thumb deeper into your mouth. Already, he was getting hard again.

You both put your clothes back together. A bit of cum seeped out your pussy and stained your underwear. You didn’t care. You both went back onto the bike and drove towards the manor, which was merely another five minutes away.

Jason held your hand and walked you both to the front door, ringing the doorbell.

“Master Jason,” Alfred greeted him. “Miss Y/N.”

“Hi Alfred.” He stepped inside.

“You're spending the night, I believe?”

“Hope Bruce wouldn’t mind.”

“As always, sir.”

His hand on you was squeezing tight. Jason was too quick to pull you into the library, only turning on the lamp by a desk.

You marveled at his large corner of books. The Great Gatsby. Moby Dick. Little Women. Hamlet. Books of the like, arranged in perfect alphabetical order. The man was a nerd and you loved him even more for it. Jason circled his arms around your waist and settled his head on your shoulder.

“We can skip the reading,” he whispered, and his hand on your waist squeezed harder. You hummed, turning around to kiss him. You made out for a little while, your hand over his bulge once again to feel him grow harder and harder. His hand went under your pants to grab your ass, but you pushed his hand away and knelt down in front of him.

He forgot to pull up his fly from a while ago. You giggled, then pulled his pants down to his knees and slowly licked up his hardening length.

“Jason…” you moaned, and his hand gripped your hair to pull your head. Slowly, delicately, you pumped him with your hand, then slowly dragged your wet lips grazing over his sensitive tip. He almost jizzed just at that, then you kitten licked the bottom of the tip and tasted a bit of pre cum seep out. You could taste yourself still on his length. And you knew how you tasted from all the times he’s asked you to suck his fingers after he’s fucked you with them, or from your own fingers when he was far away, watching you from his phone.

You winked at him when you took half of him in, his hand pulling your head back and forth. You widened your mouth and let him fuck it at his pace. Then you pulled your pants off, spreading your legs as your fingers played with yourself. Jason pulled you hard, bottoming out. You could feel his length stretching your throat, chocking and gagging you with tears down your face, and your fingers harshly circling your clit. Your face glowed red, and he pulled entirely out just to push into your mouth again.

Jason didn’t come yet, but he took your chin and kissed you, hard. Then he set himself on the floor before you and pulled you on top of him as he laid down. Your legs were on his sides, and you grinding against his cock while his hand still gripped your hair.

“Sit on my face,” he growled. And you could feel your wetness stream down your thighs. You inched to his head, then turned to face the other way so you could watch his cock. You lowered yourself, then felt his hot breath against your cunt.

You felt him spit at your hole, and you moaned. Your clit was grazing against his bottom lip, then he circled it with his tongue. Jason held your hips and you took your shirt off to squeeze your own breasts. Fuck, his tongue just entered inside you. It was hot, burning, and it was soft. Fucking hell, this man. And his finger, stimulating the outside of your asshole, you could no longer hold back your moans.

His cock was leaking, so you bent over and took him in your mouth, the cock curving down to your neck. You sucked him off to suppress your own moans. And it worked, if not for the vibrating hums up your pussy and his dick. You sat there quietly, feeling the ecstasy from the outside of your cunt and choking into his cock. Without his strong hands, you couldn’t take the whole of him in. So you pumped the bottom of his length while you sucked on him hard.

Jason’s lips were encircling your clit, and his tongue violated it to the point where the shivers down your limbs almost made you fall off of him. “Oh!” you screamed, then moaned with him in your mouth. You took as much of him as you could, just how he liked it, then he came apart.

His cum spilled over your mouth, breast, and hair. You’ll have to wash this off tonight. But his moans, you could feel him shaking, furiously lapping at your cunt the more he came. You dove back in and swallowed around him, just as you felt his thumb dip into your pussy and you squirted all over his mouth. You stopped sucking him, gasping as you sat back and felt his hands go up to hold your waist. You held your head back, riding your high and moving your hips. Your whole body came apart. You were writhing, holding back most of your screams. And the mind-blowing orgasms had you weak and almost limbless.

Jason kissed your pussy, then you swung your leg over just to straddle him again, facing him this time as he sat up, then kissed him with the sweet, slow kisses you always had after fucking. His touch on you was gentle now, brushing your hair back and his hands holding your hips.

“Master Jason-”

You covered yourself and grabbed your shirt from the floor, pulling it on hurriedly while Jason zipped his pants up and stood. “Hey-y, Alfred-“

“Master Bruce will be home early tonight.” The old man faced away from the sight but continued talking. “Here’s a towel. Do clean up after yourself.”

Fucking hell. You buried your face into your hands. The moment you heard the door close you nudged his arm and stood. “I thought you fucking locked the door.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. He continued to laugh until you playfully pushed him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Let’s take this to my room.”

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He woke up to your sleeping form, bare back turned the other way. Jason went up to you, kissing your shoulder. You were still asleep, and it was almost noon. The amount of sex you had last night sent you dead asleep and his thighs burning. Never mind how he works out like a beast every single day. Fucking you always got him sore.

Jason got up and pulled his pants off from the floor. He’ll bring you breakfast from downstairs, ready for you just as you’d wake up. He knew you loved that. Slowly making his way down the large staircase, he ruffled his hair and went to the kitchen.

Alfred was there wearing an apron. “Mornin’ Alfred.”

“Good morning, Master Jason.”

“That for me?”

“This is for Master Damian. Your and Miss Y/N’s meal is on the table there.”

“Thanks.” He got a tray and placed your food, balancing them out. Just as he was about to walk away with it, he turned back to the butler.

“And uh, sorry ‘bout last night.”

“Oh, not to worry, Master Jason. I’ve witness far worse from Master Dick. On multiple occasions.”

He stopped turned his ladle from the pot, then looked at Jason.

“You’ve grown up, dear boy.”

Jason smiled at him. “Thanks, Alfred.”

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Ya’ll need Jesus

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[mariinara]

Heyyy if you’re still doing HCs please can you do one where y/n and Sam are besties, you used to have feelings for him but he still does and he finds out your bf is cheating on you?

Oh, man.. Cheating is a sore subject for me as well as for many on here whom I personally know. So I won't tag anybody in this, just in case, and I won't put much detail into what happened.

(I want every single person on here who's been cheated on or double-crossed by a previous partner to know that YOU deserve so much better. YOU are an amazing human being, who has to keep moving forward and constantly be reminded that YOU are worth so much. Nothing is worth your time and attention. Focus on YOU and know your worth because YOU are so fuckin' precious. I'm always open to talk to and remind you just how much you're worth and that YOU deserve the world. Never settle, you guys, and don't EVER let a massive dickhead dictate your worth. Never wonder what you've done wrong or whether you were adequate or not. You ARE enough (whatever that might entail for you). You're always enough. I love you. ❤)

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TW// Cheating:

-Everyone always knew that what you and Sam shared was something way deeper than just a platonic friendship.

-It almost seemed as if anyone but the two of you admitted to being completely and utterly enamored with each other.

-Whenever anyone would bring it up, you'd just shrug it off and say that you were just friends.

-Sam would do the same, except that he'd add that you were pretty damn amazing and that he'd hate to get into a relationship with you, lest he fucked it up and lost you for good.

-But everyone close to both of you knew that there was something behind the stares you gave each other– something far deeper than just admiration.

-It seemed to be something closer to pure, unadulterated adoration.

-The amount of times Sam would cancel on Nate or Sully just to spend hours with you, strolling around town, grabbing a drink or two, or even spending the nights at each other's places, watching movies or playing cards and cooking dinner together.

-Some nights, Sam would put on some upbeat country music and danced around with you, elated by the sound of your joyous laughter as he dipped you or spun you and glided across the parquet floors with you.

-And it was an odd feeling to Sam.. So foreign to fall in love so hard and so unexpectedly. And, God, did he wish he didn't have his guard down to save himself the pain of watching you go on multitudinous, failed dates with the most unlikely of men who weren't even your type.

-But, oh, Lord, the moment he knew he had it way to deep for you was after one of those miserable dates.

-You'd just had about enough of those. You thought that maybe they weren't the problem, but you were.

-And you went home, disgruntled and tearful and frustrated.

-One drink brought another and two glasses were followed by almost an entire bottle of wine.

-The movie you had playing was completely muffled by the overlapping sounds in your own head. Everything seemed like a big blur– Whether this was a result of alcohol consumption or your own tears– you didn't know and didn't care either.

-Sam had tried to call you about a thousand times. Texted you a billion. Left hundreds of voice messages.

-But the sounds from your phone were just as muted as the sounds from your TV.

-He knew that you should've been done with your date by then. And he knew that there was no way you'd go back home with a guy on the first date. It just wasn't you.

-But just when he was about to ring you again, you were calling him. And in an instant, he answered.

-He heard your voice. He knew that you were drunk– instantly. He heard your sniffles and your breaking voice and he was up on his feet in seconds and on his way to your place in milliseconds.

-And so he spent the night with you, sobering you up and holding your hair back while you knelt in front of the toilet, gasping for air after every retch and trying to not seem so disgusting in front of him, but he didn't mind.

-He wanted to talk to you– to be there for you. To make this all go away.

-And when you were done, Sam stayed with you, watching you brush your teeth, giving his back to you as you stripped from your clothes and stepped into the shower.

-The tension was palpable and he wasn't uttering a word.

-Not even when he was cleaning you up, fighting himself about a trillion times– fighting his mind. He fought the urge to study your body. Every nook and cranny beckoned him. Called for him to touch and to hold and to please and to show what love would actually look like.

-But he kept his eyes on your shoulders as you turned to him, his hands gently cleaning down your arms and up again, then across your sternum.

-But he didn't catch the look in your eyes until you softly said his name.

-And he saw it. That glint in your eyes. It was all he needed.

-The way your fingers curled against his chest, gripping his t-shirt as you pulled him in almost made him dizzy.

-And in what seemed like mere seconds, his clothes were off his back and his lips were agains yours, hungrily connecting and parting, only to connect again with more fervour and heat as he climbed in with you.

-And when you two were done, you promised each other..

-You promised that it'd never happen again and that it was only in the heat of the moment.

-That you'd never bring up how inexplicably good it felt to be chest to chest with him, his steamy breaths shattering against your neck and his lips tracing the most tender patterns on your skin, completely contradicting the rough, well-paced movements of his hips against yours.

-That he'd never bring up how incredible it felt to be buried inside you to the hilt. To feel your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. To feel your legs hugging his waist intimately. To feel your body arching off the wall in his arms. To hear your shameless, loud moans echo throughout the bathroom.

-You made it clear that you didn't regret it and that he didn't either, but, God, did it awaken something within both of you.

-It's not the sex he couldn't shrug off. He had plenty of that.

-It was that look in your eyes. The way you made him feel even when your bodies aren't molded together.

-It was the cheeky grin you'd give him or the small giggles or your hugs or the care you displayed.

-Sam then knew that he was in deep shit. He was hooked beyond repair and he wasn't sure how long he'd keep it hidden. He was usually a very vocal person about what he felt toward a woman, but this one was different.

-'Don't fuck this up, Drake..' , he reminded himself. Over and over again.

-And you kept it natural. You hung out and forgot that ever happened. Dating was off the table for you for quite a while and you started realizing your feelings for Samuel too but– much like him – you didn't wanna ruin whatever it is you two had.

-It wasn't until you stumbled upon a great guy in your workplace that things started to change for you.

-He was very sweet, extraordinarily funny, very helpful, and had a great smile. Overall, he was very eye-catching.

-So when he asked you out on a date, the natural answer was yes.

-A part of you was afraid to tell Sam anything because you were aware of what he was feeling.

-But at the same time, you wanted him to be the first to know.

-And he was.

-He took it surprisingly well, gave you advice, was completely calm about it, and even helped you pick out a dress from your wardrobe.

-But, oh, was he absolutely boiling on the inside.

-However, he loved you. He cared about you more than anything and thought that if this was what it took to see you happy, then so be it.

-Besides, he faced himself with the truth as one must. Which was that he was an absolute coward.

-And as a result, he was probably going to suffer with his feelings more than he already did.

-As expected, the date went marvelously well and one date turned into two and then four.

-Sam didn't take a major chunk of your time as he did when you were single and he made sure he didn't drop by at your house as much because, if Sam were your boyfriend, he wouldn't like to know that there's another guy spending way too much of his time around you. Alone.

-Months rolled in and Sam was trying to get himself out there again.

-He went on some great dates with great women but all of them seemed to have the same problem.

-They just weren't you.

-And it drove him to the brink of madness.

-He'd scroll through your old chats and chuckle lightly at the way you aggressively flirted with each other or when he'd see the memes you exchanged.

-Periodically and exponentially, those chats seemed more dull and very uncharacteristically platonic as he scrolled lower until he figured out that you only texted every two days or so.

-And as if by magic, just when he was starting to spiral down into a deep, dark hole of depression, his phone lit up with your name.

-He sat up so fast, he actually became dizzy but he didn't care. He'd never swiped 'accept' so fast but closed his eyes tightly, grimaced, and mentally groaned at himself at how desperate that might've seemed to you.

-But you didn't care.

-This was the LEAST of your problems apparently..

-"Hey, what's wrong..?" , he gently prodded you, his eyes flickering around as he heard your sobs on the opposite line and he swore he saw red when you uttered the words that he'd be damned to ever hear from you.

-"He's cheating on me.."

-Sam didn't know what to say. The anger was running so quickly through his veins that he wanted nothing more but to act on instinct and bash that fucker's skull in.

-Prison style.

-But, again, he wanted to be there for you as you were for him numerous times before.

-That's what friends are for, right..?

-"You sure..?", was all he managed to say. His voice was surprisingly calm as well.

-"Mm-hmm..", you sniffled, "I saw the text messages and I confronted him."

-At that, he smiled softly and closed his eyes, his head hanging low as he listened to you.

-No amount of ass-kicking from Sam Drake can compare to how painful your anger-laced words could be.

-"..And I kicked him out." , you finished, making his smile drop and his lips press together in a thin line.

-Awkwardly (almost shyly), he picked at the loose threads in his duvet and cleared his throat, "Do you want me to come over?", he asked you, hesitantly, causing you to laugh lightly through your tears.

-'What a fuckin' idiot..' , He thought as he shook his head. In his opinion, your boyfriend (now ex) must've been a complete idiot to do that to you.

-And for what?

-Because you were too occupied with work to actually get in bed with him.

-Moron.

-"That's why I called you, Sam.." , you replied. It was your turn to seem all timid. You also picked at the threads in your duvet, tearing some with your nails as you bit down on your lip, awaiting his answer.

-You heard him sigh softly, "I'll be there in a minute." , he promised and when you smiled and said your goodbyes, you felt comforted. Content and relaxed, for some reason.

-You took the opportunity to push yourself up from your bed and tidy around the house a little and, just when you finish, you hear the doorbell ringing.

-You put the couch cushion in place and quickly make it to the door, opening it up for him.

-And, Lord, you felt your chest swell with happiness.

-Not only was he there, standing tall with a warm, inviting smile and a bag of your favorite take-out food with him, but he had the most adorable puppy eyes as he opened his arms for you.

-And you never leaped into anyone's arms so fast and so excitedly. It made him stumble back a little with a small chuckle.

-Sam had his chin on the dome of your head and his free hand rubbing slow circles on your back that made your eyes sting with tears and your face buried in his chest.

-When you pulled away, your hand was in his as you led him into your house.

-It only took half an hour to get you smiling and eating with him.

-He took your mind off things by telling you all about the disastrous details of his dates. He made some of them up, but then you said something that made him stop chewing his food mid-way.

-"And, of course, none of 'em were half as fun as me."

-It came out in a joking manner and you didn't even pay attention to the way he completely froze. You didn't see the way he looked at you, either.

-"Not even close." , he said. His tone was what made you look up at him to see the look in his eyes, "Not even a little.."

-A small chuckle left his lips as he looked down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers and chewing on the inside of his cheek.

-"That was all I could think of on these.. pointless dates.." , he muttered, shaking his head slightly.

-You blinked in surprise at him and put down your food and beer on the table and took his and did the same with them.

-And before he could ask you what you're doing, you grab his face and pull him in for a deep, passionate kiss again that made him inhale sharply, close his eyes, and arch his brows in surprise.

-But it took him exactly a second to kiss you back with equal amounts of passion.

-When you pulled away, your forehead was against Sam's and all he managed to breathe out was: "Fuckin' finally.."

-The small giggle that erupted from you awakened the same burst of warmth within him again and, in mere seconds, you were pushed on your back on the couch, laughing loudly as he showered you with kisses and promises to never let you go again.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Undercover Lover prt 116

116

Levi felt like shit. Eren had wanted to talk to him, but after spending the morning jogging with Erwin, he’d had enough free therapy. Erwin felt that they should go away. That he and Eren should lie low until this new mess could be investigated fully. Packing up their lives to live in some shit box wasn’t Levi’s idea of a smart plan. Who knew how long they’d be gone if they went? Or where they’d end up. With Hanji and Erwin they were likely to wind up back in Stohess in some equally shitty little house in the shitty suburbs where they’d have to hide their true identities even when it was time for Eren to give birth.

“Are you sure you’re okay with him going out with Armin?”

Crossing his arms, Levi didn’t want to hear it from Mike. His boyfriend had made him a fresh cup of tea and he’d been forced to ignore it thanks to his pissy alpha. He knew doing so would upset Eren, but his bloody stupid alpha had still had its nose out of joint because just that had happened

“Tch. He’s fine with Armin. Eren’s missed him, so leave them be. Our bigger problem is if Kenny is involved and the lengths he’d go to to keep his job”

Honestly he absolutely dreaded the idea of Kenny meeting Eren. Kenny wasn’t exactly normal, nor would he have an issue with ending Eren’s life should the need come up. Should he and Eren leave, it was possible they both be murdered before anyone else had an inkling something was wrong

“Is Kenny really that bad?”

“He’s bad enough. He’d slit a throat and think nothing of it. That little fucker certainly got himself caught up in one hell of a shit show”

Erwin cleared his throat

“Yes, well, I did hope to discuss things with Eren given Floch wasn’t forthcoming last night on his own accord. Has he spoken to you at length?”

No. He’d wanted to… His omega practically begged him with those big shitty eyes to sit down and talk things out

“No. If Floch isn’t going to cooperate I’d rather not put more pressure on Eren”

“Then what do you think we should do about Floch?”

Raising an eyebrow at his friend, Levi wasn’t sure he should be asked about that to do with that lump of walking shit. He’d found himself unable to do anything other than think rationally about the situation due to Eren. Swallowing hard, his alpha growled at his thought, not wanting to admit he wasn’t capable of handling things

“Honestly… Eren and I should be removed from these decisions. We both want Floch to face some form of formal punishment for his actions, but if you ask me what I’d like to do… well… there’s a whole lot of forest out there”

And a whole lot of ways to make sure Floch could never be identified… No. His idiot alpha was far too keen for Floch’s blood to be spilt for all he’d done

“I’ll keep that in mind as a last resort. For now we need to pick the path of least resistance. Ideally that’d mean having Eren have another go at Floch…”

“You can’t sit them down together”

Well… fuck. He’d gone and said it now. Erwin waiting for Levi to continue, though they all knew the outburst was his true feeling on the matter he still appreciated Erwin giving him a chance to cover himself

“I mean… Eren is strong enough for the interview, but… shit…”

He felt like he was betraying Eren. He knew how strong his brat was, yet couldn’t help but definitely not want Eren in front of Floch

“…”

He didn’t have a continuation. Erwin giving up on letting him dig his way out when he’d just gone and dug that hole deeper instead

“Are you telling me Eren isn’t in the right mental space to be questioning Floch?”

“It’s not that. What I would like is for Floch to take any commands off that may be in place, formally and recorded, but as for questioning Floch, I don’t feel Floch would be forthcoming if it was Eren. He’s half insane with his feelings about Eren, to the point he feels no remorse for hitting Eren in the stomach nor trying to bite him. Should Floch threaten Eren, he may not be able to keep his temper. Ideally we lay low until we can get in touch with the panel, then present both Floch and the taped conversations with him”

“Isn’t that going to anger Kenny?”

No shit. It wasn’t even a question worth discussing. Perhaps if he had been more open in the past with his team about his past then Eld wouldn’t be interrupting to ask something so stupid

“At this stage anything we do is going to cause a shitty fucking chain reaction. The only path Eren and I can take is the path that will leave us with the least regrets”

Erwin gave a slight nod. His friend had tried to understand what he was going through with Eren, but not having a mate of his own or having felt the pull of a compatible partner, Erwin couldn’t come close to imagining the way all the shitty “what if’s” had set in. The biggest thing hanging over them was the “what if” of Eren having another possible drop from the stress they were all under

“I’ve already suggested perhaps they’d be best leaving early. If you were to take Eren to Nedlay and work there with Pixis until we’ve contacted the panel…”

Bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, Levi felt a headache coming on. Erwin was supposed to be the brains of their operation. He should have been putting some form of strategy into place from the moment they’d gotten their hands on Floch. Stating the obvious, the alpha loathed their current situation when doing the right thing could bring Kenny to his doorstep, but if they backed off… If they backed off, then everything would have been for nothing. Everything Eren had worked so hard for had been turned into a joke by Floch. The shit had disrespected his omega, and had proved himself as slimy as turd. Without evidence Floch would find a way to slip through the hands of the panel, especially given they’d kidnapped him

“Even if we drop them in their laps, there’s no guarantee Floch will cooperate or that they will listen. What we need is more data on the Reiss and Reeves families that backs up Floch’s allegations”

Casting a glance towards the cabin window, Erwin felt his pockets for his keys as he did

“I’ve got a copy of the information our team’s pulled up on Floch in the back of my car. Eld, swap out with Gunther. See if you can get a dose of suppressants down Floch’s throat. We don’t need him going feral from his alpha. Levi, you’ll help me run through what we know, I want you to try and think back to when you were with Eren undercover and anything at all that might be related, no matter how small. Mike, I want you to go check on Eren and Armin. I’ll get those files. If we can’t use Eren to take a run at Floch, maybe there something there that’ll rattle him?”

The way Erwin spoke felt as if Levi had labelled Eren as useless. He felt like he’d betrayed his boyfriend, despite promising to always be on his side. This having a boyfriend thing was hard when both of them couldn’t act the way they wanted, harder still when Levi wasn’t sure he was prepared to ask Eren to go into hiding with him if they should need to. Armin and Mikasa were Eren’s real family, and the family he’d need of something went wrong with the pregnancy, as well as being the first two Eren would want to tell if everything went smoothly and they welcomed their little girl into the world without a hiccup. No longer could he make the kind of threats he’d used to, at least not in person while Eren was pregnant

“Use his family. Eren said that piece of shit was a Mumma’s boy… and on top of the shame of having a son like him, I doubt his father would appreciate this going to the press”

“Let’s save the press for now. If Historia is in danger we could tighten the noose around her neck. We’re better off trying to get her on our side, once we’ve analysed everything all over again”

Unless Erwin had a magical shitty fucking teleporter in that shit sedan of his, that would mean holding onto Floch for an indefinite amount of time…

“Tch. How the shit are we supposed to do that given where we fucking are?”

“I’ll do a run out tonight and call through to Petra. She’ll be able to discuss things further with Mikasa”

“Eren won’t be happy about dragging her in, even if she wants to help”

“Whether they like it or not, both she and Jean are already involved”

It was easy enough to imagine Mikasa had the remainder of their team already under her thumb

“That doesn’t mean we need to make shit worse for them. If you’re going out to call anyone, you should alert the panel and get the first available fucking audience with them. The whole point of bringing our families in is so they don’t wind up as collateral damage. Here we are, caught with our shitty thumbs up our arses thanks to fuck-knuckle wank stain. We’re all too personally involved now”

Shaking his head at him, Erwin knew he was right. This filthy cabin was no place for any of them. The longer they spent inside the less dirty the outside world seemed in comparison

“You know, typically people getting sex regularly aren’t as stressed as you are”

Levi could have hit him. Mike and Eld snorting as the alpha glared at his friend. Eren dropping again was nothing to joke about

“Right. Because now’s time to be fucking joking around. Eren’s already had one fucking drop, this could push him into a second, but by all means go ahead and talk about our sex life, just don’t blame me when you’re a dickless wonder and Mike’s feeding you through a tube for the rest of your life”

Erwin chuckled at his grumping giving Levi the feeling he would have reached out and ruffled his hair if the shit stain thought he could get away with it

“At least your sense of humour’s still intact”

“You’re the one who started it. Pop the trunk already, I want to be done with this cabin as soon as possible”

He’d told Erwin that both he and Eren were in agreement. That if something were to happen, then they’d leave without question seeing how intimately involved they were and knowing that as supportive as they were there was no way their friends could truly understand what it’d been like for both of them. Most of their shitty fucking jog had been Erwin prying into his relationship with Eren and how Eren was coping with this. Levi was loathe to admit that Eren really did seem to be coping better with this than he’d thought he would be. He was just as unhappy to admit that quietly part of him was jealous that Floch would always remain a festering wound for the both of them. For Levi it wasn’t enough to play Floch saying he was taking any commands off of Eren. He wanted the arsehole to sit there and to admit that he’d knowingly and vindictively fucked Eren over with what he’d done, and he wanted Eren to have that piece of mind knowing that Floch had absolutely no input into any of Eren’s actions or decisions.

Placing his hand on his shoulder, Mike squeezed softly

“None of us are going to let anything happen to Eren”

“We might not have a fucking choice if Floch changes his story. We know what Eren’s like, but since day one the panel has had it out for both of us”

“We can only follow the evidence”

“Because that’s worked out so fucking well for us…”

Mike and Erwin shared a look, they’d definitely be talking about this later provided they survived long enough for their to be a later… He really was being a miserable wanker

“… Fucking ignore me. I’m stressed like Shitwin here says. Go check on the kids, I’ll get those files. Eren’s handgun is under our mattress if shit hits the goddamn fan”

*

When Mike came back with Eren, Jewel, and Armin, his brat gave him a tight smile before heading towards their bedroom. From the filthy look Armin threw Levi’s way, Levi knew Eren had told him how he’d brushed him off before. He could use all the justifications he liked, such as how Armin and Eren needed time to talk, but the truth was he was running away in his own way by burying himself in work. Heading to the kitchen, Armin took a passive aggressive stance to this perceived tiff by slamming down the box of goods he picked up, then rummaging through it loudly. Yeah. He probably deserved it. Eren had probably offloaded everything he was thinking onto Armin now they’d made up.

Coming out the hallway, Gunther’s nose was wrinkled as he announced

“You should probably check on Eren, I think he’s throwing up”

Sighing as he dumped the pile of paper from his lap onto the saddest excuse of a coffee table ever invented, Eren wasn’t supposed to be throwing up and Levi didn’t like the fact he was

“I’m on it”

Armin slammed down another can before cutting him off

“I’ll go. You’ve got your hands full”

“He’s my boyfriend”

It might not have been the smartest retort for the situation, but if Eren was ill because he’d pushed his brat to being that stressed, then he should be the one to be by his side

“It’s fine, he didn’t look well during our walk”

“Then why didn’t you bring him back?”

“I don’t know. Why didn’t he know you two were fighting?”

“Because we’re not?”

“That’s what he said but that’s not what his expression said”

Walking between them Gunther put his hands up

“I don’t care who’s going to check on him, but can someone do it now?”

Climbing off the sofa, Levi shot Armin a glare, which the blond shit dared to return. The alpha had been off with Eren for most of the morning. He’d had enough time for them to be friends again

“I’ll take care of him”

“Make sure you tell him why you’re mad at him, he’s stressed enough as it is”

“I don’t need you to tell me that”

“Then don’t go not making it clear when you’re fighting with my best friend!”

“We’re not fighting! I’m trying to figure out how to keep him and Renee safe!”

Well. Fuck… Armin’s head jerked back, he clearly wanted to know who the hell Renee was. Fuck it. Gunther could deal with the shit, storming out the room, Levi could only blame Eren for the habit. His brat had worn off on him, and now he was being the brat and Armin the “semi-adult” here. Opening the bathroom door a tad too violently, Eren squeaked as Levi slipped in and then closed the door just as violently. Levi felt almost sheepish as Eren stared up at him. Initial panic turning to confusion over being interrupted with his bump out and hands on the swell

“I didn’t know we’re fighting”

“Ugh. Did Armin start something? He has a big mouth”

With Eren sitting on the floor, he should probably sit on the floor with him if they were going to talk. Making to sit on the disgusting floor in an attempt to even things out between them, Eren suddenly snapping took him by surprise

“Don’t!”

“Wha-…?”

Half crouched, the pose was a killer on his knees after that damn shitty jog

“Don’t force yourself down here. Just stand up and talk to me”

“But you’re on the floor?”

Sighing at him, Eren’s hands moved across his stomach as he rubbed at his swell

“That’s because I threw up. It’s so hard to breathe in here… my chest feels all condensed”

Still mid-crouch, the floor really did look absolutely revolting and Erwin hadn’t packed the shitty basics when it came to cleaning supplies. Levi didn’t want to sit on the floor, but seeing he’d upset Eren, shouldn’t he at least be the good boyfriend and sit? Then again, his brat had told him to stand. Eren all but rolling his eyes at his position

“Just pick one already, you look like you’re dropping a turn in your trousers”

Fuck it. Standing it was. He didn’t want to be in smacking range should he say something dumb

“I want it on record that I was prepared to sit”

“Noted. Look, ignore what Armin said. He’s salty that Eld and Gunther are better at cards than him”

Backing up, Levi leaned against the bathroom counter

“He said you were upset”

“I’m plenty damn upset at you… but now I’ve thrown up and have the headache from hell, I don’t particularly feel like getting into a fight”

“But I thought we weren’t fighting”

Snarking back, Eren had lost his confusion pretty damn fast and swapped it for anger instead

“And I thought you’d know better than to be talking to my dad behind my back”

“Ah…”

“Do you know how it feels to find that out? I don’t need you fighting my battles with him and then fucking keeping it from me. Do you know how it feels on the back of last night? I’m so fucking angry I want to hit you. Why couldn’t you tell me?!”

Taking a deep breath, Levi forced himself to calm down. The conversation hadn’t been that important though he had felt the urge to fess up

“Look. It wasn’t like whatever you’re picturing. He wanted to know if you were okay”

“It couldn’t have been that simple if you’re only telling me now”

Grisha had apologised to him. Telling Eren that would only have made him mad on the back of coming out of hospital

“Tch. I don’t pretend to know how much he fucking hurt you. I’m not going to lecture you about letting him back in when he clearly fucked things up so fucking royally. I know he hurt you, and the shit apologised to me. It was awkward as fuck, and I was too worried about you to keep my calm”

“So?”

“So I told him that he should either fuck off entirely or accept he fucked things up with you. Then he told me about Carla… and that you were a wreck when she died… and how he’d lost it to the point of taking it out on you. He’d already been yelled at by Jean…”

“I’m not hearing any fucking reason why you shouldn’t have told me sooner”

The timing just hadn’t been right… So why couldn’t Eren see that? They’d both been off when they’d gotten out, dynamics off kilter from the experience and pheromones, on top of Eren’s exhaustion as he’d recovered. That and they could have lost Renee… Growling in annoyance, Levi’s tone could have been gentler if Eren wasn’t such an idiot

“Because you fucking dropped! I crashed my car and you fucking dropped, Eren! They put a shitty fucking tube down your throat, said you’d be okay, but I had no fucking idea if you and Renee would be… I keep fucking up being your fucking alpha. I know I could have brought it up sooner, but I… I knew how much him asking would upset you. He told me a bit about you as a kid too… and how much losing Carla messed you up… and how you were so confused over how it’d all happened… and…and he said he thought you seemed to be finally doing better. I pretty much ended up throwing him out”

Letting out a long groan, Eren dropped his head forward as he did

“It makes it hard to be mad at you when you think you’re doing the right thing. I was worried you’d gone and asked dad for my hand in marriage or something like that…”

Eren didn’t need his father’s permission for marriage. He wouldn’t insult his compatible partner by asking for it either. The bond between them already ran deeper than anything a formal ceremony could give them

“Tch. You’d gut me alive if I asked him”

“At least you know that… Still, shit like that, I shouldn’t have to find out from Armin”

“I know, shitty brat. If it counts, I don’t think I made a good impression”

“He can go fuck himself if he thinks I care what kind of impression you made. Did you two talk about anything else?”

“Just you. He did ask my intentions, and I told him that was between me and you. Frankly, I couldn’t tell if he was doing it to ease his conscious or if it was because Jean yelled at him for being at your baby shower without being invited”

“Does Mikasa know you two talked?”

Levi wasn’t sure if he’d told Grisha exactly how far Eren had gone to keep his adoptive sister from knowing how badly they got along in private. He hadn’t been in a good way without Eren and with the guilt of the accident, on top of his boyfriend’s pheromones

“I’d say so… but… yeah… Are you done puking your shitty guts up?”

“For now. That still doesn’t explain why you weren’t prepared to sit and talk to me before. If it’s something related to Floch, I should know”

“Erwin was at me over Kenny. You know he and shitty four eyes like to give out advice… and he wanted to know how you were doing”

Eren chuckled as he raised his head

“Let me guess, you didn’t appreciate you’re early morning counselling session and the last thing you wanted was to go from one with him to one with me”

“I’m sorry, brat…”

His brat knew him to damn well

“No. It’s okay. But you really need stop thinking you need to protect me by not telling me things. I’m worried enough about you without thinking things between us have gone to shit and I haven’t noticed it. Is there anything else I need to know”

“Not really. Grisha thanked me and apologised. Erwin wants you to take another shot with Floch but I don’t see the point now. Mike things we should leave as soon as possible… and Kenny…”

“If Kenny shows up, we’ll deal with it. Now help me up. My head feels like it’s ready to split in two and you don’t want to see how gross the floor looks from here. It’s like Piss City down here, none of you can fucking aim”

“That’s fucking revolting you gross shit”

“And why I didn’t want you getting down on the floor”

Holding his hand out, Levi took to it to help Eren up off the floor. His omega didn’t look well now that he close enough to get a good look at him

“How’s your chest now?”

“Still a bit… I think I liked it better when I didn’t remember what Floch and I used to be to each other. Thinking about him… nope”

He’d have to keep an eye on Eren’s breathing that night. If he sounded to congested then it’d be a hospital trip

“Do you remember everything now?”

“Most of it came back that first week after the drop seemed to shake it all loose… If Erwin wants me to talk to Floch I can try, but if you’d rather I didn’t, I respect that”

He didn’t want Eren to… but Levi honestly couldn’t say that jealousy wasn’t clouding that judgment. In a lot of ways Eren was being the bigger man… and he was being stupid

“I don’t like it. I don’t want him in the position where he could put another command on you, but I do want him to “remove” any commands he may have placed”

“If he’s going to command me to feel better I just allow it… Sorry, that wasn’t even funny. I’m stressed and worried over how you’ve been acting”

Moving out the way so Eren could wash his hands, Eren cared too much about him. He hadn’t meant to make Eren feel like they were fighting or not talking, he’d just needed time to process

“I should have said something about Grisha. Erwin is prepared to make arrangements for us to leave if we need to because of Kenny. I don’t want to take you away from your family”

“You are family. I thought we were united there”

“We are… but Kenny… he won’t stop at simply hurting you. He’d kill you if he wanted to… Erwin knows a bit about Kenny”

“And I know you. All you had to do was tell me. I know you didn’t mean for it to be like this, but I couldn’t help but overthink yesterday. Hell, I couldn’t even fall back to sleep without you there because this ring… it means a lot to me”

Floor hands be damned. Reaching out, Levi wrapped his arms around his brat, burying his face against Eren’s back

“I didn’t say any of that lightly”

“I know… but I also know how you feel about being intimate. And you have a habit of indulging me too much. I need to have a nap. Floch’s shitty scent is making me feel sick… I can’t explain it, but I don’t like how it’s making me feel, especially when it comes to you”

“Tch. You’re an idiot, Eren Yeager. It’s only okay because it’s with you. You taught me that. Cut an old shitty man some slack”

“Not when you call me an idiot. You’re the idiot here, Mister Shitty Alpha”

“I deserve that”

Turning in his hold, Eren wiped his wet hands on Levi’s cheeks. The alpha wrinkling his nose in disgust

“No. You deserved that. You’re lucky I feel too shitty to yell at you right now”

“Should we go?”

“And leave our friends with a Floch? It’s my mess. I was the one dated him, and the one who brought him into our lives. No. We’re not running away from this. I’ll take another go at him, but only after I’ve gotten some sleep. Tell Erwin to make a list of anything he wants me to try get out of Floch. I don’t feel… I don’t feel like I’m going to drop again. And we know the accident wasn’t your fault. We know that…”

“Tch. I’m acting like a shitty arsehole”

“A little. Now wipe that look off your face. We’re only here as long as we need to be. I know it’s hard for you, but I also know if you think of it all as for being for work, it’ll settle you down. Think about everything else you’ve endured for work”

Levi would much rather not dwell on the past. Nor was he happy that it’d turned into Eren comforting him, instead of him taking care of his omega

“When did you get so smart?”

“Some days I really don’t think I am”

“You’re the one who’s been throwing up”

“And you’re the one who can’t forgive himself for an accident. I know you’re worrying”

“Can you blame me?”

With Eren’s habit of getting himself into trouble, Levi felt certain that worrying about his omega was well and truly justified. Leaning down, Eren kissed his hair

“No. I’m sorry I was so mad at you”

“No. I should have told you Grisha came to talk. It felt like after your baby shower he had something to say… Not that it makes less shitty”

The whole meeting with Grisha couldn’t have been more than half an hour, maybe an hour at the tops. The man putting Levi’s alpha on edge due to the trauma he knew he’d caused Eren. According to Grisha Eren had become depressed as a teen, watching everyone around him present. Then they’d lost Carla. By the time Grisha realised how bad he’d let himself become, he’d already scarred Eren. Eren who apparently had had some kind of memory issue in the wake of his mother’s death, but to Levi that was understandable. Eren loved as deeply as he hated. To lose his mother… well… it was only natural for nothing to make sense anymore. Hannes had also hinted that Eren had some pretty real problems after Carla’s death.

Sighing in annoyance at him, Eren then kissed his hair again with that vomitty mouth of his

“He’s my dad. And you’re you. You were probably thinking along the line of not having the right to throw him out. You’re my alpha, not my keeper. You’re also my emergency contact. I trust you to be making those choices, so why can’t you trust me enough to explain things?”

“Because I hate how I feel. How all of this makes me feel”

“Okay, we’re definitely going to talk about that, but I feel too sick right now. I mean, I didn’t think we were fighting but Armin insisted that’s how it looked”

“Tch. Your best friend’s a shit head”

“Like yours are any better. Now wash your hands, and go back to working things out with Erwin”

Reading about Floch wasn’t doing anything for him. He’d nearly crumpled Erwin’s printouts a dozen times simply because Floch’s fucking name were on them

“I should be taking care of you”

“Yes, as my alpha you absolutely should be, and the best thing I can do right now is try sleeping off this headache before it becomes a migraine”

“Should I rub your head?”

Humming at him, his mate nuzzled into his hair. Eren normally called it “recharging”

“I’ll save that for later. I’m glad we’re not actually fighting”

“I’m sorry…”

“If you say you’re sorry one more time I’m going to have an issue. I know you get constipated about the important stuff”

“I thought I was getting better”

Eren snorted at him, the pout clear in Levi’s tone

“You are. But no more sex and no more hiding things or this ring is coming off”

“Understood”

“Good. Now get back to work”

“Yes, dad”

[summer-jay]

Forfeit (Tommy/Alfie fic)

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Summary: “What do you want, Alfie?”

The only reason Alfie glances at Tommy’s mouth that moment is because he brings the cigarette up again and wraps his lips around it, hollowing his cheeks as he takes the final deep drag. He probably lingers a second too long, because Tommy’s eyes snap down momentarily, and when they land on Alfie again, it’s a completely different expression Tommy’s wearing.

In which Tommy has to deal with his men's fuck-up and discovers many things about himself in the process. At some point, Alfie thinks it's about bloody time.

Rating: Explicit

A/N: For some reason, I’m really struggling with this one, but all the rewriting seems to be paying off. First chapter’s finally up!

Chapter 1: Speak (3028 words)

The warehouse is in fucking shambles.

It’s charred from ground to ceiling—what’s left of it, at least—oozing the sickly concoction of foam, water and ash from every crack. Nasty fucking view to have, this early in the morning. On the far side, the roof was blown to shreds, and the newly formed gaping hole lets the bleak London sun illuminate the space with sinister greyness and spiky shadows of the jagged remnants of the carcass. It could be almost nice, this exterior. Spiritual and apocalyptic in a way. But now the damp blackened wood sucks any redeeming qualities right out of the building and leaves it cold, dead and hopeless.

Alfie takes one last look at it and grimaces, getting in the car.

“Back to the office, boss?” Ishmael asks, to which Alfie responds with a little more repetition and emphasis than strictly necessary.

He actually preferred the sight when it was all jolly and alight mere hours ago. There was a serene pocket of time then, while the firemen worked to preserve the area around more than the warehouse itself, since Alfie could do nothing but observe the chaotic nature of the world make yet another demonstration. He didn’t know a thing back then. But he does now. And it leaves the same taste in his mouth as the stale scent of rotting wood and smoke.

It’s barely past seven when he instructs Ollie to make the call. Tommy must’ve been up and about for some time now, because he picks up immediately, and Alfie tries his hardest not to get any more pissed off at the whole situation than he already is. He’ll have to fucking deal with it now then. Fucking brilliant.

“He said he’s on his way,” Ollie appears in the door, and Alfie tears his eyes away from the record book that he isn’t reading.

“Hm. Alright then. Go kick those brainless fuckers back into our world in an hour. Ollie-” he calls when Ollie starts to turn “-leave ‘em intact for now, yeah? And tell David whatever I see on them, before Tommy Shelby arrives, yeah, I paint right back on his fucking face. With my own hands.”

Ollie furrows his brow but nods. Smart lad when he wants to be.

The door closes, and Alfie throws the record book on the table and falls back on the chair, stroking his beard absently and watching the sun rise higher and higher in the small window. Wrong day in every fucking regard, except, it shouldn’t be. Some months ago, he would’ve sunk his teeth into such a glaring opportunity to squeeze something more out of Tommy, just to see how far he could bend him without breaking. It’s a goddamn mystery why things have changed, although Alfie’s not quite delusional enough to claim he doesn’t know what exactly has changed.

He decides to wait and see. There have not been many fuck-ups on Tommy’s part in the past—none, in fact—and it makes him curious, despite the simmering irritation, to see what Tommy will offer.

                                                         . . .

For all Alfie’s tendencies to run his mouth like hell, he’s quite good at giving instructions, and, even more importantly, he’s competent enough to get them obeyed. He reaps the fruits of this ability now, when Tommy strolls into his office, fuming with irritation and knowing absolutely bloody nothing.

“So. Where’s the fucking fire?” Tommy asks as a way of greeting, letting the frustration into his voice, and it’s not that he can’t keep it locked away—he chooses to let Alfie see exactly where the fault with such scandalous disruptions of his morning routine lies.

Yes, that was definitely the right call to forbid Ollie to tell him anything over the phone.

Alfie looks up from the document he’s been staring at, taking in the sight.

Despite the pointed lack of urgency in his movements and the spilling annoyance, Tommy came. He’s sitting in Alfie’s chair now, guarded and so utterly stripped of control it sends a rush down Alfie’s spine. It suits him, this vulnerability. Makes him all sharp and volatile, and Alfie couldn’t deny himself this even if he tried—he wants just another moment of it to roll in.

He holds up a finger, taking his sweet time marking completely random figures on the paper with the air of undivided concentration, and Tommy predictably huffs, taking out his cigarette pack.

It takes a few minutes of silence before Tommy’s irritation starts threatening to break out, another minute he takes to wrench it under control. Alfie feels an infuriating urge to grin. Yeah, that’s Tommy Shelby alright, from head to toe, and it was a rather long time going about without him; so long, in fact, that something angry and hot curls in Alfie’s stomach at the necessity to deal with this ridiculous fucking situation right now instead of talking with Tommy like civilized people over a nice set of tea. Not that they’ve ever done that. Not that they will.

Right. Time for fucking business.

Alfie gives the paper one last dramatic swipe of the pen and looks up, propping his elbows on the tabletop and lacing his fingers under his chin.

“Chalton Street, actually,” he says easily, and Tommy’s hand pauses briefly halfway between the armrest and his lips. Alfie nods. “Yeah yeah, ‘s funny you should ask, mate, right, all that unsettling gypo foresight. You should’ve been a bookmaker or something.”

“I prefer not to tempt fate,” Tommy deadpans.

Alfie realizes a tad too late his gaze still lingers on Tommy’s mouth and jerks it up. “Mm, gentlemanly of you. Well, it seems to me, right, that she’d been tempted long before your intervention, mate. Cause she’s supposed to watch over fools, don't she.”

Tommy exhales the smoke slowly. “That’d be God.”

There’s the thing about Tommy—he bounces Alfie’s bullshit right back at him. Alfie feels dangerously close to getting lost in the banter. Which, as an absolute and extremely vital rule, never happens to him. It doesn’t help that Tommy’s bristling demeanour is now gone and forgotten, switching the gears in his mind to prying, negotiating and doing all other kinds of wonderful things that Tommy manages all at once when he smells fire.

Fucking bloody hopeless, Alfie thinks with marginal disappointment directed at his very self and cuts to the chase.

“Right, those new arrivals you sent, yeah, two of ‘em, they blew up my fucking warehouse tonight, mate.” It sits in the air between them for a second, Tommy still and blank as a sheet. Technically, no explosion took place, but it’s the result that matters in these things, innit.

“They got drunk,” Alfie continues, punctuating every word, probably more to himself than to Tommy, and fixes Tommy with a gaze he calmly returns. “On duty. On their shift. And decided to ease the inexpressible burden of sitting on your arse doing nothing, right, by playing with matches like little boys.”

“Was there anyone else with them?” Tommy asks without missing a beat.

“No,” Alfie lies. “Who knew they needed fucking grownups for supervision, fuckin’ hell, Tommy.”

It’s almost cruel, this satisfaction, when Tommy’s face hardens momentarily. He isn’t buying a word of it, and frankly, Alfie’d be fucking insulted if he did, but there is suddenly an infuriating void of retorts at his disposal, that is if he doesn’t want to dig this hole deeper. Tommy knows this. And he looks at Alfie in a way that very clearly conveys that he knows.

Alfie watches him flick his thumb across the edge of the cigarette for a while. Probably contemplating if he should push, if he has any leverage and, if he does, what it would cost him to use it.

“The insurance-” he starts saying after a moment, and that won’t do at all, that is not where Alfie wants the balance to reside for now.

“Fuck the insurance,” he scoffs. “It’s just un-fucking-acceptable. You send me men, right, Tom, and I put them to work, right,” he gestures helpfully, “and now I’ll need to attach my man to each your man like some fucking queer Russian doll, is that it?”

Tommy quirks an eyebrow. “Your men are not without vices.”

“My men, mate, those I find logistically more difficult to lay off.”

It’s an empty threat that Alfie half-heartedly expects to elicit a response. It doesn’t. Tommy blinks at the wall, unaffected and unimpressed to the whole world, except for how he clenches his teeth. It makes his jawline even more acute, and that, well, that might set Alfie on edge a little. How others fall for Tommy’s submissive charade is a goddamn mystery, because he seems utterly incapable of doing a thing with that cold piercing gaze that now ventures back to Alfie, not exactly shooting daggers but cutting alright. Alfie’s tempted to scold him a little more, figures that’s what drives him up the wall the most, just to draw a reaction. To see that fire spill over. He’s tempted to do many fucking things.

“Well, mate, what I tell you? No man is without vices, yeah.” He brings his hands back on the table, watching Tommy’s eyes track the motion automatically. It’s somehow getting the wrong sort of heated, this little domestic drama. Alfie resolves to ignore it for now. Needs to get to the fucking point. “Now, mate, can’t say I understand a thing about your lot in that town, batshit crazy stuff you do, yeah. But for the sake of our shared human nature, right, flawed and all, I might be inclined to let it rest, so to speak, in the ashes.”

“How fucking kind of you,” Tommy says evenly. He resolutely maintains eye contact, and fucking hell, if that’s his negotiations look, Alfie will blow his own bakery and find early retirement somewhere on the seaside.

That’s a kiss-with-a-blade-under-your-chin kind of look. It’s as if Tommy knows Alfie’s provoking him and absolutely can’t help it anyway.

Alfie realizes he got a little sidetracked and stopped talking altogether only when Tommy speaks up, on the exhale, a couple of long seconds later.

“What do you want, Alfie?”

The only reason Alfie glances at Tommy’s mouth that moment is because he brings the cigarette up again and wraps his lips around it, hollowing his cheeks as he takes the final deep drag.

It’d be a fleeting look, if it were any other fucking day under the sun. But now Alfie finds himself strangely fixated on the picture. He probably lingers a second too long, because Tommy’s eyes snap down momentarily, and when they land on Alfie again, it’s a completely different expression Tommy’s wearing.

Confusion. Inhale. Decision.

Then Tommy leans back on the chair and tips his head back slightly, suddenly almost bored.

Alfie normally prides himself on being a professional reader of men’s minds—never women’s but who the fuck is—and it still takes his powers a second to comprehend the sudden shift in the air.

“Well?” Tommy says, voice going lower than the intonation dictates, and deposits the cigarette stub on the edge of Alfie’s desk. “Let’s get it done.”

Let’s get what done, Alfie wonders, what the hell has Tommy got into his head this time, until, in a blazing, surreal moment, it hits him.

He realizes two things, to be precise, which would be three things if he chose to lie to himself about being oblivious to the very first one all this time.

He wants Tommy Shelby. He’s wanted Tommy fucking Shelby for a rather inconveniently long time, rather desperately at that, and he’s getting hard just sitting across the table from the arrogant fucker, because Tommy’s irritated, Alfie’s no better, and this whole thing suddenly looks much more appealing when he imagines it culminating in fucking rather than shooting. It’s not a problem worth freaking out over, in Alfie’s mind.

But the fucking, though, Tommy here thinks it to be the payment. That is the second thing.

What do you want, Alfie?

Alfie starts moving before reasoning manages to stop him—and not like it’s a rare occurrence. He circles the table, led by a sudden angry impulse to push, see if Tommy would actually go through with it, cause that, right, that wasn’t what Alfie meant by that fucking stray gaze at all. But it’s burning right through him, now that it’s on the table.

Tommy looks up at him through his long dark lashes and stays just like he is, open and tense. Tenser still as Alfie shuffles into his space, squeezes between him and the table, legs touching. For a second, he’s so stiff it feels like he’ll shatter, like a fucking ice statue, from the mere touch.

But Tommy doesn’t move. He blinks slowly and breathes heavily in the sudden silence, solidifying Alfie’s third insight.

Tommy Shelby would let him.

Alfie’s heart is pumping molten lead through his veins, and it’s simultaneously heavy and unconscious when he brings his hand down and strokes Tommy’s cheek, taking a hold of his jaw to tip his head even further back.

To shock him out of this glazed state he seems to be sinking into. To touch him. To push him until he does break, because this is just a stupid fucking assumption to make that Tommy would whore himself out for business, not to another man.

But Tommy doesn’t move at all. He seems to be falling in the precise opposite direction of Alfie’s whirling thoughts, going more wide eyed and responsive, and, by the looks of it, almost fucking surprised. At what exactly, Alfie can’t begin to contemplate.

Tommy lets him maneuver his head up and stares back, unblinking, pupils blown like spilled gunpowder against the bright blue. Alfie swipes a finger along his cheekbone. Tommy doesn’t bolt. Alfie steps closer, kicking Tommy’s knees apart, watching every muscle twitch on his face, waiting, nearly fucking snapping-

But Tommy doesn’t bolt.

He draws a shaky breath instead and says, with what sounds miles away from cold indifference, “I don’t have all day. Get a fucking move on.”

Alfie barely holds himself back from slapping him, because what in all circles of hell does that boy think of him. Tommy’s not a complete fucking idiot, after all. He must understand Alfie, among all the things that he is, is not that kind of a man. But here they are.

Alfie suddenly becomes acutely aware of his fingers on Tommy’s skin. Funny how this particular setting—Tommy under his hands, under him, with eyes burning and lips parted so prettily—would put him in a much less conflicted and a much more aroused state just a day ago. Just a fucking hour ago.

Which is not to say he’s not aroused. He’s fucking aching. But Tommy doesn’t want it now, except as a retribution for the cock-up Alfie can’t even clearly recall at the moment.

Alfie drops his hand so quickly, Tommy’s head bounces slightly before he catches himself. More confusion. Darting eyes, calculating what he’s done wrong. It’s not particularly difficult to return behind the desk, although Alfie’s body is screaming at him to come back, pull Tommy to his feet, tear that coat off and make Tommy come so hard he’ll be only able to see complete fucking darkness for minutes.

But as Alfie sinks into the chair, the picture of the guarded, enduring void in Tommy’s eyes makes him shudder with disgust.

Jesus Christ.

“What-” Tommy begins and stops when his voice fails him. He clears his throat, miles and miles away, composed and distant once again, and Alfie doesn’t even want to look at him now, isn’t sure it won’t shower from his eyes or something.

“Reckon a bakery in Birmingham would be fine,” he blurts out, inevitably turning to watch Tommy as he draws his eyebrows together. “Fine location, innit, secluded, far from any semblance of law or morality, yeah?”

“A bakery.” Tommy swallows, clearly trying to be inconspicuous about it and failing.

“Right, a small one, from your pocket and all. Would serve your men well, to learn some bloody discipline. Could relocate those two excuses for workforce of yours there, spare us all the necessity to behold their fucking faces.”

Alfie doesn’t need a bakery in Birmingham. Hell, of all the things he hoped to get out of this whole ordeal, this wasn’t even remotely close to the list.

He fumbles with his rings absently while Tommy gets busy picking himself up and straightening his coat.

He considers saying something. Easy and dismissive, something along the lines of ‘nah, you misread it, mate,’ which would be simple enough and also absolutely fucking ballistic, because admitting anything out loud at this point feels like a death sentence in neat handwriting—very tiny and very lethal.

By the mortified look gliding across Tommy’s face for a second as he swipes a hand over his face, he knows damn well he misread it.

“Right,” Alfie mutters to himself and then repeats, loudly enough to shake the whole damn building, “Right. So it’s settled then, yeah, no hard feelings. With the bakery, that is.”

“Right,” Tommy echoes. He sounds strange, almost lost, although it would’ve been impossible to notice if Alfie’d known him any less.

When Tommy goes to leave, Alfie doesn’t stop him, although the impulse, for some fucking reason, is there.

He slumps down in the chair, draws a long, deep breath and tries to process what has just transpired. In particular, what that look on Tommy was, right before he gracefully stormed out of his own fucking shipwreck.

Alfie can’t seem to find a place for his hands; he keeps shifting around, the persistent sensation of rough stubbled skin under his fingertips unchanging despite the position, until he jolts upright and grabs the cigarette that witnessed all this chaos with dead silence.

Alfie’s powers are suddenly kicking back in to tell him the fucking look was one of disappointment. Which is complete and impossible bloody horseshit. Unless, of course, it isn’t. And in that case, opening a bakery in Birmingham is a bad, bad idea.

[starkerkeyz]

Bucky and Tony never got to make amends after civil war because Tony ended up in space and the Bucky dusted and when they got everyone back they never got to sort their differences and then Tony died and its upsetting they never got to fix things. You totally don't have to do this its just been really upsetting me because Bucky felt horrible for what happened to Tony's parents... anyway you're awesome 💕

Sleep is for well adjusted humans. I hope this scratches your itch for Tony and Bucky finally hashing it out! 

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Tony punches him across the face with the suit and a scream. Then he disengages the bleeding edge and straddles Bucky’s thick barrel of a chest and wraps his hands around the younger -older?- man’s throat. Bucky doesn’t fight him at any step of the process. He has to dig his metal fingers deep into the concrete beneath them to avoid the instinctual need to defend himself when his airflow begins to wane. It never quite cuts out.

“He lied for you.” It’s the first thing Tony’s said through the tears spilling past his lashes and across established tracks down his cheeks. Now that he’s leaning over Bucky a few of the little drops land on his own wrist and the heat and the salt and the pain makes him narrow his eyes and snarl as he drives down. “You killed my mom.”

“I did.” Bucky’s arm whirs and a chunk of concrete is gone. He moves his hand further away from Tony, then punctures his fingers into the hard ground like each metal fingertip is a needle breaking stone skin. Bucky’s eyes are dry in one blink and filled up in another. He can’t look Tony in the eyes but he has to, he has to, for this. He tips his head back and relaxes his whole body for the inevitable. Blue eyes lock onto brown. “I did it. I killed your mom. And I’m so sorry.”

“You fucker. You absolute fucking piece of shit!” Tony’s sobbing and leaning forward so all of the weight of his world bears down onto Bucky’s neck like a guillotine. His breathing hitches and Tony realizes that despite their positions he’s the one choking on his air. For all his genius his brain and mouth can only repeat one thing now. “You killed her! You killed her! You...you!”

Tony’s forehead comes to a stop against Bucky’s.

He’s shaking apart. His eyes sting and his head throbs everywhere that isn’t touching Bucky. He feels hollowed but energized; just a puppet for his emotions to channel through. He’s too tired to be a person. He’s suddenly so- so tired.

“You killed her...and he chose you anyway.” Tony’s fingers release and bury themselves into Bucky’s hair. It’s fucked up how nice it feels on his skin. Nothing about Bucky should be nice because he represents so much of what Tony has lost; Howard chose Steve over Tony and then Steve chose Bucky over Tony. Iron Man yes, Tony Stark no. 

“I’m sorry.” Bucky looks up into Tony’s brown eyes, unflinching when the proximity means some of the man’s tears are falling directly onto Bucky’s own blue eyes. They’re both crying so much that he can’t much feel whose is whose, really. His neck doesn’t feel sore at all and he doubts there will be a mark. He wishes that there would have been. Tony deserves it. 

“It shouldn’t be you apologizing!” Tony sobs. He closes his eyes because this hurts almost more than the fact Bucky killed his parents. This hurt is more fresh, more raw, and he feels personally responsible for it in a way that he never could have with his parent’s deaths.

He trusted Steve.

He was wrong.

“I hate you.” Tony mutters, rocking his head back and forth like he’s trying to work up the will to disengage but reluctant to actually follow through. 

“It’s okay.” Bucky takes his metal hand out of the concrete and lays his palm flat over the five neat holes he’s left behind. He wants to wrap his arms around Tony and give him the comfort he needs and deserves but Tony wouldn’t want that. He smiles and blinks away the mixture of both their tears from his lashes. “I hate me, too.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Tony sobs it into Bucky’s ear as he collapses, strings cut. He’s shaking so hard he accidentally pulls some of Bucky’s hair out and he cries harder from shame and guilt. “I was lying you stupid fuck, I was lying, I was-”

He cuts off and shakes harder. Bucky does wrap his arms around him now; he’s afraid Tony will break if he doesn’t hold him together. As soon as the weight settles across Tony’s waist the shaking decelerates to fine trembles so he must have made the right call. He’s run out of words though. He’s already said what he needed to. He’s finally, finally been able to look Tony in the eyes and apologize without anyone -Steve- getting in the way with their explanations and reasoning. A part of him, the part that wants to die in the quiet moments of his day or in the space between breaths where he’s taken so many lives as a sniper, that part feels lost now that Tony isn’t hurting him. 

It made more sense to him when Tony was trying to strangle him.

That’s when Tony bites him.

“I don’t hate you.” The man growls through his teeth. His fingers clench in fistfuls of hair and he digs in deeper, rolling salt and copper and skin and pain across his tongue. The sensation of his teeth bruising at Bucky’s throat does more to smooth his edges than all the screaming and punching ever could. 

“You should.” Bucky tips his head back and gives Tony full access. Apparently Tony was expecting more of a fight because he lets go and gives the wet spot a quick, apologetic kiss. Bucky wonders what has been done to the man that his reaction to stress is to self-harm or harm those around him and his reaction to getting his way the first time is to back off and apologize. 

They stay that way for a while. Bucky is breathing in the scent of Tony’s cologne and Tony is breathing against Bucky’s neck right below his ear. They’re breathing in sync by the time Tony speaks again. 

“I’d like to get to know you without...all that. Do over?” He doesn’t lift his head from Bucky’s throat to speak. Bucky is starting to wonder if he has the energy to do it. This confrontation is months in the making but the timing, like most uncontrolled explosions, is horrible. Tony’s just come back from some meeting in some far off and exotic location for his company and the team was called out before he could change out of the clothes he wore on the jet. 

“Tony...You don’t have to put up with me. You don’t gotta spend your money on me or give me anything you don’t wanna. I’m a grown adult; you do what you want and I’ll figure myself out, okay?” Bucky’s taken the time to think about what he wanted to say. He doesn’t want to be a burden. He knows what it’s like to have your choices and your decisions taken away and given no value. He never wants to make another person feel like he did for those 70 years, not even a sliver of it.

“Well, if you really mean that, then you’re already better than most of my friends.” Tony’s words are bitter and soft. Bucky thinks a whiskey straight couldn’t have burned more across the tongue.

“Tony…” 

“I mean, you’ve already betrayed me, so that’s checked off already. The fight in DC I’d say you tried to kill me, too, so that’s another one. You’re probably the best person to become friends with.” Tony’s still talking in volume of words but he’s getting quieter and quieter until he’s whispering into Bucky’s collarbones. Bucky can already tell where this is going and he has no intention of stopping it. 

“Is that what this is?” Bucky asks, hand stroking up and down Tony’s spine now. Tony’s dead weight but Bucky doesn’t mind. He kinda likes feeling blanketed by the genius. “Friendship?”

“What’s a little choking between friends?” Tony jokes and then falls asleep. Bucky leaves him where he is. He dropped off faster than Bucky thought he would (probably miscalculated because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be enhanced). He’s got a lot to think about but…

“Friends, huh?”

.

Probably not the direction you were thinking but I couldn’t think of a way for these two to just talk without blood and fists being involved at least a little bit. Also, I 100% don’t blame Bucky for Tony’s parents deaths but Bucky and Tony do. To an extent. You can know something isn’t/wasn’t your fault and still feel like it was. That’s what makes emotions so messy. It’s also why I like these two (and Peter!) so much. My emotional messes 💖

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[DaithiDeTerroriser] - Safety

Nogla just had to say he thought it was a good idea to go mining and find a mineshaft didn't he. If he didn't say anything the Irishlads would already be home or their temporary home since they went on a little adventure with just the two of them. But he had to run his mouth and now look what mess he was stuck in. Tons of zombie trying to kill him as he hides in a little cave spot crying for Brian's help.

Flash Back

"Brian do you think we could go deeper in the cave, there is a possibility that there is a mineshaft down here and I feel like we could find more ores" Nogla asked as they walked down the cave system. Brian shrugged his shoulders as he shifted the bag of minerals he had on his shoulder to the other at an instant. Nogla smiled widely as he took out his torch and started to look around for the system. Not even realizing that he was the only one actually looking from how focused he was at the moment.

"Brian could you at least help me out here when finding this place?" Nogla asked as he turned another corner of the cave. Hearing Brian chuckle softly behind him as he walked. Nogla turned his head to find out what he was laughing at and soon realized what it was. There Brian was leaning against the wall, pointing up to a hole in the cave system that revealed the mineshaft Nogla was talking about before. Nogla rolled his eyes slightly as he walked over to him and pushed him slightly.

"Hey you wanted to find this place, so I helped you out some" Brian replied with a sly grin as he started to hit the wall in order to make stairs for him to climb. Nogla only smiled as he watched him work, he was just trying to get under his skin. As soon as Brian ended the staircase he helped Nogla up the last few steps that he had to climb. Making sure that he was steady and didn't fall from his place  on the stone.

"Now what was the next part of the plan, I wasn't really listening all to much earlier" Brian chuckled as you walked and placed torches on the wall to light there way around the abandoned shaft.

"We are here to collect more ores because Mineshafts contain the most ore and valuables"

"Oh okay gotcha, would you like to split up once we find separate ways?" Brian asked, implying that that's what he wanted to do so they could cover more ground. Nogla only shrugged his shoulders as a response when they walked.

Near came the end of their tunnel and out on to the old wood that supported the rail ways. Nogla's eyes filled with wonder as they walked. Seeing all the deem lit torches that hung from the walls. The untouched minecarts on the tracks that were left there. Nogla rushed over to one as basically went head first in to dig through what ever was at the bottom. Hearing Brian laugh from behind and his footsteps walked further away as he dug through the box at the bottom.

Once Nogla got up from the cart he looked around for his Brunette friend that he thought was waiting for him. A small sigh escaped his lips as he dusted himself off and started to walk towards the direction he last heard Brian walk over to. He knew Brian wanted to mine separately but he felt as if they would be better protected if they were together instead of apart like they were at the moment. Nogla's eyes wondered around the cave and spotted the familiar pinkish ore stuck in the wall. He smiled softly as he brought out his pic and stared to remove as much as he could from the wall.

At first he thought he was fine but shortly after he got around half he started to hear strange sounds around him. He knew there were monsters down in the cave system and had a Iron sword just in case of an emergency.

"Brian I swear to ye if ye are playing jokes it's not funny man!" Nogla yelled out along with an uneasy laugh towards the end as he continued what he was doing. Only hearing the sounds yet again as he worked. His first guess is it was Brian trying to scare him but he knew he wouldn't take this long. There would only be one big scare and that was it with him but this was weird.

Suddenly as Daithi removed the last piece from the wall he started to hearing groaning and hissing coming from his right. The raven haired male turned his head and was faced upon around 10 zombies and around 7 cave spiders. The Irish man screamed in fright as he exchanged his pic for his sword. Getting bit by the spider on the ground that crawled up his leg. He ran as fast as his legs could take him in this falling apart place. The mobs hot on his trail from what he could hear. Nogla wiped some sweat from his brow as he ran, turning the corner only to find a creeper in his face.

There was a loud bang and his body was flung against the wall at harsh force. Daithi's vision became blurry as he laid there, ringing in his ears as he clutched his lower stomach area. Pain shot up his spinal cord as he sat up and grabbed his sword yet again. Rushing to get up since he seen them coming from across the bridge looking area.

"Brian! Brian please help me!....Brian!" Nogla called out as he limped down the hall and found a small area where he could rest and not be seen. He quickly climbed the stone wall and covered where he stepped with dirt and granite. Nogla shut his eyes and listened to his heart beat not sow down anytime soon. His breathing was heavy and his whole body hurt from being blasted against the wall not to long ago. It was close and good that he had woken up but all he wants is to just take a nap and hope for the best when it came to things.

End of Flash Back

"Brian!....Can you hear me! Please help!" Nogla shouted yet again, panic starting to rise within him from the sound of them coming closer and closer by the second. He started to whimper as he held his arm in pain. His heartbeat wouldn't stop racing as he sat there against the cold stone. Sweat mixed in with a small bit of blood and dirt ran down his cheek.

"BRIAN!" Nogla called out, hearing fast footsteps mixed in with the others. The zombies started to pile in closer. Some even reaching out to try and grab him yet they all weren't tall enough to reach him. A sword came across one's head at an instant, watching the head fall to the floor which grabbed all of their attentions.

"Come and get me mother fuckers" Brian called out as he brought a second sword from his inventory with a smirk. Stabbing another one in the throat that was nearest to him, smashing a spider along with it. Nogla watched in awe as Brian did his work. Smashing spiders and killing the zombies with ease. Only getting attacked once which Nogla fired his bow to save him as back up since that was all he could do at the moment. Brian reached his leg up and kicked one of them in the neck, knocking their head off at an instant. His heart was beating fast as he looked around frantically in case there were any left around them both. A smile came on to his face as he looked back at Nogla watched him from up above.

Brian ran over and held his arms out, helping Nogla down off of his ledge. He held him tightly as he helped him down and it seemed like he wouldn't let go off him either. Nogla finally felt safe in his arms as they hugged.

"God you're so stupid sometimes what the hell what happened, how the hell did you attract some many damn zombies after I left you for 5 god damn minutes!" Brian asked as he cupped Nogla's cheek. Nogla only smiled as he shut his eyes in comfort of him, his cheeks heated up from his touch of his gloved hand.

"Maybe I attracted them with my potato's Brian" Nogla replied with a wide grin to lighten up the mood between the two of them. Brian chuckled slightly as he rolled his eyes, ruffling up Nogla's hair slightly as he stared at him with a smirk. A sigh escaped his lips as he seen the rips in his shirt and blast marks from what seemed to be a creeper.

"Next time I say when we are going to a mineshaft, look at you, you look beat to hell and back....*sigh* We're heading home Nogla okay. So you can recover from this, remember we are leaving that Igloo hopefully in the morning as well" Brian said as he grabbed both his and Nogla's bags filled with ores from the ground and through them over his shoulder. Even though it was heavy he could handle it. Brian looked back at Nogla for a quick second and felt heat rush to his cheeks.

"Would you like me to carry you home....I-I don't know if you're able to walk so..." Nogla smiled widely at him being nice and offering but he was already carrying basically everything that they brought down. That was the one thing Nogla wanted was to not be a burden and look at him now.

"I-I'm sure I can walk home just fine Brian no need to worry about me but are you sure you can carry both of our stuff out of here" Nogla asked as he limped over, trying not to draw attention to it much so he wouldn't worry Brian in front of him. Brian only shrugged as he handed Nogla a torched from his bag with a smile and nodded his head toward the direction he came.

"I'm fine as long as you're fine, now don't fucking scare me like that ever again you hear, I thought I almost lost your dumbass back there" Brian said with a stern look as he started to walk down that dim lit hallway. Nogla only rolled his eyes, knowing he was just being over protective like usual. But it did surprise him how much he cared and he absolutely loved the affection.

"Nogla are you coming or what me" Brian yelled breaking Nogla out of he trance he was in,

"Coming Brian...coming" Yeah, he sure did care for him.

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I’ve mangled the start of this draft

116

Levi felt like shit. Eren had wanted to talk to him, but after spending the morning jogging with Erwin, he’d had enough free therapy. Erwin felt that they should go away. That he and Eren should lie low until this new mess could be investigated fully. Packing up their lives to live in some shit box wasn’t Levi’s idea of a smart plan. Who knew how long they’d be gone if they went? Or where they’d end up. With Hanji and Erwin they were likely to wind up back in Stohess in some equally shitty little house in the shitty suburbs where they’d have to hide their true identities even when it was time for Eren to give birth.

“Are you sure you’re okay with him going out with Armin?”

Crossing his arms, Levi didn’t want to hear it from Mike. His boyfriend had made him a fresh cup of tea and he’d been forced to ignore it thanks to his pissy alpha. He knew doing so would upset Eren, but his bloody stupid alpha had still had its nose out of joint because just that had happened

“Tch. He’s fine with Armin. Eren’s missed him, so leave them be. Our bigger problem is if Kenny is involved and the lengths he’d go to to keep his job”

Honestly he absolutely dreaded the idea of Kenny meeting Eren. Kenny wasn’t exactly normal, nor would he have an issue with ending Eren’s life should the need come up. Should he and Eren leave, it was possible they both be murdered before anyone else had an inkling something was wrong

“Is Kenny really that bad?”

“He’s bad enough. He’d slit a throat and think nothing of it. That little fucker certainly got himself caught up in one hell of a shit show”

Erwin cleared his throat

“Yes, well, I did hope to discuss things with Eren given Floch wasn’t forthcoming last night on his own accord. Has he spoken to you at length?”

No. He’d wanted to… His omega practically begged him with those big shitty eyes to sit down and talk things out

“No. If Floch isn’t going to cooperate I’d rather not put more pressure on Eren”

“Then what do you think we should do about Floch?”

Raising an eyebrow at his friend, Levi wasn’t sure he should be asked about that to do with that lump of walking shit. He’d found himself unable to do anything other than think rationally about the situation due to Eren. Swallowing hard, his alpha growled at his thought, not wanting to admit he wasn’t capable of handling things

“Honestly… Eren and I should be removed from these decisions. We both want Floch to face some form of formal punishment for his actions, but if you ask me what I’d like to do… well… there’s a whole lot of forest out there”

And a whole lot of ways to make sure Floch could never be identified… No. His idiot alpha was far too keen for Floch’s blood to be spilt for all he’d done

“I’ll keep that in mind as a last resort. For now we need to pick the path of least resistance. Ideally that’d mean having Eren have another go at Floch…”

“You can’t sit them down together”

Well… fuck. He’d gone and said it now. Erwin waiting for Levi to continue, though they all knew the outburst was his true feeling on the matter he still appreciated Erwin giving him a chance to cover himself

“I mean… Eren is strong enough for the interview, but… shit…”

He felt like he was betraying Eren. He knew how strong his brat was, yet couldn’t help but definitely not want Eren in front of Floch

“…”

He didn’t have a continuation. Erwin giving up on letting him dig his way out when he’d just gone and dug that hole deeper instead

“Are you telling me Eren isn’t in the right mental space to be questioning Floch?”

“It’s not that. What I would like is for Floch to take any commands off that may be in place, formally and recorded, but as for questioning Floch, I don’t feel Floch would be forthcoming if it was Eren. He’s half insane with his feelings about Eren, to the point he feels no remorse for hitting Eren in the stomach nor trying to bite him. Should Floch threaten Eren, he may not be able to keep his temper. Ideally we lay low until we can get in touch with the panel, then present both Floch and the taped conversations with him”

“Isn’t that going to anger Kenny?”

No shit. It wasn’t even a question worth discussing. Perhaps if he had been more open in the past with his team about his past then Eld wouldn’t be interrupting to ask something so stupid

“At this stage anything we do is going to cause a shitty fucking chain reaction. The only path Eren and I can take is the path that will leave us with the least regrets”

Erwin gave a slight nod. His friend had tried to understand what he was going through with Eren, but not having a mate of his own or having felt the pull of a compatible partner, Erwin couldn’t come close to imagining the way all the shitty “what if’s” had set in. The biggest thing hanging over them was the “what if” of Eren having another possible drop from the stress they were all under

“I’ve already suggested perhaps they’d be best leaving early. If you were to take Eren to Nedlay and work there with Pixis until we’ve contacted the panel…”

Bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, Levi felt a headache coming on. Erwin was supposed to be the brains of their operation. He should have been putting some form of strategy into place from the moment they’d gotten their hands on Floch. Stating the obvious, the alpha loathed their current situation when doing the right thing could bring Kenny to his doorstep, but if they backed off… If they backed off, then everything would have been for nothing. Everything Eren had worked so hard for had been turned into a joke by Floch. The shit had disrespected his omega, and had proved himself as slimy as turd. Without evidence Floch would find a way to slip through the hands of the panel, especially given they’d kidnapped him

“Even if we drop them in their laps, there’s no guarantee Floch will cooperate or that they will listen. What we need is more data on the Reiss and Reeves families that backs up Floch’s allegations”

Casting a glance towards the cabin window, Erwin felt his pockets for his keys as he did

“I’ve got a copy of the information our team’s pulled up on Floch in the back of my car. Eld, swap out with Gunther. See if you can get a dose of suppressants down Floch’s throat. We don’t need him going feral from his alpha. Levi, you’ll help me run through what we know, I want you to try and think back to when you were with Eren undercover and anything at all that might be related, no matter how small. Mike, I want you to go check on Eren and Armin. I’ll get those files. If we can’t use Eren to take a run at Floch, maybe there something there that’ll rattle him?”

The way Erwin spoke felt as if Levi had labelled Eren as useless. He felt like he’d betrayed his boyfriend, despite promising to always be on his side. This having a boyfriend thing was hard when both of them couldn’t act the way they wanted, harder still when Levi wasn’t sure he was prepared to ask Eren to go into hiding with him if they should need to. Armin and Mikasa were Eren’s real family, and the family he’d need of something went wrong with the pregnancy, as well as being the first two Eren would want to tell if everything went smoothly and they welcomed their little girl into the world without a hiccup. No longer could he make the kind of threats he’d used to, at least not in person while Eren was pregnant

“Use his family. Eren said that piece of shit was a Mumma’s boy… and on top of the shame of having a son like him, I doubt his father would appreciate this going to the press”

“Let’s save the press for now. If Historia is in danger we could tighten the noose around her neck. We’re better off trying to get her on our side, once we’ve analysed everything all over again”

Unless Erwin had a magical shitty fucking teleporter in that shit sedan of his, that would mean holding onto Floch for an indefinite amount of time…

“Tch. How the shit are we supposed to do that given where we fucking are?”

“I’ll do a run out tonight and call through to Petra. She’ll be able to discuss things further with Mikasa”

“Eren won’t be happy about dragging her in, even if she wants to help”

“Whether they like it or not, both she and Jean are already involved”

It was easy enough to imagine Mikasa had the remainder of their team already under her thumb

“That doesn’t mean we need to make shit worse for them. If you’re going out to call anyone, you should alert the panel and get the first available fucking audience with them. The whole point of bringing our families in is so they don’t wind up as collateral damage. Here we are, caught with our shitty thumbs up our arses thanks to fuck-knuckle wank stain. We’re all too personally involved now”

Shaking his head at him, Erwin knew he was right. This filthy cabin was no place for any of them. The longer they spent inside the less dirty the outside world seemed in comparison

“You know, typically people getting sex regularly aren’t as stressed as you are”

Levi could have hit him. Mike and Eld snorting as the alpha glared at his friend. Eren dropping again was nothing to joke about

“Right. Because now’s time to be fucking joking around. Eren’s already had one fucking drop, this could push him into a second, but by all means go ahead and talk about our sex life, just don’t blame me when you’re a dickless wonder and Mike’s feeding you through a tube for the rest of your life”

Erwin chuckled at his grumping giving Levi the feeling he would have reached out and ruffled his hair if the shit stain thought he could get away with it

“At least your sense of humour’s still intact”

“You’re the one who started it. Pop the trunk already, I want to be done with this cabin as soon as possible”

He’d told Erwin that both he and Eren were in agreement. That if something were to happen, then they’d leave without question seeing how intimately involved they were and knowing that as supportive as they were there was no way their friends could truly understand what it’d been like for both of them. Most of their shitty fucking jog had been Erwin prying into his relationship with Eren and how Eren was coping with this. Levi was loathe to admit that Eren really did seem to be coping better with this than he’d thought he would be. He was just as unhappy to admit that quietly part of him was jealous that Floch would always remain a festering wound for the both of them. For Levi it wasn’t enough to play Floch saying he was taking any commands off of Eren. He wanted the arsehole to sit there and to admit that he’d knowingly and vindictively fucked Eren over with what he’d done, and he wanted Eren to have that piece of mind knowing that Floch had absolutely no input into any of Eren’s actions or decisions.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

I think I saved it

Undercover Lover prt 116 (new)

116

Levi felt like shit. Eren had wanted to talk to him, but after spending the morning jogging with Erwin, he’d had enough free therapy. Erwin felt that they should go away. That he and Eren should lie low until this new mess could be investigated fully. Packing up their lives to live in some shit box wasn’t Levi’s idea of a smart plan. Who knew how long they’d be gone if they went? Or where they’d end up. With Hanji and Erwin they were likely to wind up back in Stohess in some equally shitty little house in the shitty suburbs where they’d have to hide their true identities even when it was time for Eren to give birth.

“Are you sure you’re okay with him going out with Armin?”

Crossing his arms, Levi didn’t want to hear it from Mike. His boyfriend had made him a fresh cup of tea and he’d been forced to ignore it thanks to his pissy alpha. He knew doing so would upset Eren, but his bloody stupid alpha had still had its nose out of joint because just that had happened

“Tch. He’s fine with Armin. Eren’s missed him, so leave them be. Our bigger problem is if Kenny is involved and the lengths he’d go to to keep his job”

Honestly he absolutely dreaded the idea of Kenny meeting Eren. Kenny wasn’t exactly normal, nor would he have an issue with ending Eren’s life should the need come up. Should he and Eren leave, it was possible they both be murdered before anyone else had an inkling something was wrong

“Is Kenny really that bad?”

“He’s bad enough. He’d slit a throat and think nothing of it. That little fucker certainly got himself caught up in one hell of a shit show”

Erwin cleared his throat

“Yes, well, I did hope to discuss things with Eren given Floch wasn’t forthcoming last night on his own accord. Has he spoken to you at length?”

No. He’d wanted to… His omega practically begged him with those big shitty eyes to sit down and talk things out

“No. If Floch isn’t going to cooperate I’d rather not put more pressure on Eren”

“Then what do you think we should do about Floch?”

Raising an eyebrow at his friend, Levi wasn’t sure he should be asked about that to do with that lump of walking shit. He’d found himself unable to do anything other than think rationally about the situation due to Eren. Swallowing hard, his alpha growled at his thought, not wanting to admit he wasn’t capable of handling things

“Honestly… Eren and I should be removed from these decisions. We both want Floch to face some form of formal punishment for his actions, but if you ask me what I’d like to do… well… there’s a whole lot of forest out there”

And a whole lot of ways to make sure Floch could never be identified… No. His idiot alpha was far too keen for Floch’s blood to be spilt for all he’d done

“I’ll keep that in mind as a last resort. For now we need to pick the path of least resistance. Ideally that’d mean having Eren have another go at Floch…”

“You can’t sit them down together”

Well… fuck. He’d gone and said it now. Erwin waiting for Levi to continue, though they all knew the outburst was his true feeling on the matter he still appreciated Erwin giving him a chance to cover himself

“I mean… Eren is strong enough for the interview, but… shit…”

He felt like he was betraying Eren. He knew how strong his brat was, yet couldn’t help but definitely not want Eren in front of Floch

“…”

He didn’t have a continuation. Erwin giving up on letting him dig his way out when he’d just gone and dug that hole deeper instead

“Are you telling me Eren isn’t in the right mental space to be questioning Floch?”

“It’s not that. What I would like is for Floch to take any commands off that may be in place, formally and recorded, but as for questioning Floch, I don’t feel Floch would be forthcoming if it was Eren. He’s half insane with his feelings about Eren, to the point he feels no remorse for hitting Eren in the stomach nor trying to bite him. Should Floch threaten Eren, he may not be able to keep his temper. Ideally we lay low until we can get in touch with the panel, then present both Floch and the taped conversations with him”

“Isn’t that going to anger Kenny?”

No shit. It wasn’t even a question worth discussing. Perhaps if he had been more open in the past with his team about his past then Eld wouldn’t be interrupting to ask something so stupid

“At this stage anything we do is going to cause a shitty fucking chain reaction. The only path Eren and I can take is the path that will leave us with the least regrets”

Erwin gave a slight nod. His friend had tried to understand what he was going through with Eren, but not having a mate of his own or having felt the pull of a compatible partner, Erwin couldn’t come close to imagining the way all the shitty “what if’s” had set in. The biggest thing hanging over them was the “what if” of Eren having another possible drop from the stress they were all under

“I’ve already suggested perhaps they’d be best leaving early. If you were to take Eren to Nedlay and work there with Pixis until we’ve contacted the panel…”

Bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, Levi felt a headache coming on. Erwin was supposed to be the brains of their operation. He should have been putting some form of strategy into place from the moment they’d gotten their hands on Floch. Stating the obvious, the alpha loathed their current situation when doing the right thing could bring Kenny to his doorstep, but if they backed off… If they backed off, then everything would have been for nothing. Everything Eren had worked so hard for had been turned into a joke by Floch. The shit had disrespected his omega, and had proved himself as slimy as turd. Without evidence Floch would find a way to slip through the hands of the panel, especially given they’d kidnapped him

“Even if we drop them in their laps, there’s no guarantee Floch will cooperate or that they will listen. What we need is more data on the Reiss and Reeves families that backs up Floch’s allegations”

Casting a glance towards the cabin window, Erwin felt his pockets for his keys as he did

“I’ve got a copy of the information our team’s pulled up on Floch in the back of my car. Eld, swap out with Gunther. See if you can get a dose of suppressants down Floch’s throat. We don’t need him going feral from his alpha. Levi, you’ll help me run through what we know, I want you to try and think back to when you were with Eren undercover and anything at all that might be related, no matter how small. Mike, I want you to go check on Eren and Armin. I’ll get those files. If we can’t use Eren to take a run at Floch, maybe there something there that’ll rattle him?”

The way Erwin spoke felt as if Levi had labelled Eren as useless. He felt like he’d betrayed his boyfriend, despite promising to always be on his side. This having a boyfriend thing was hard when both of them couldn’t act the way they wanted, harder still when Levi wasn’t sure he was prepared to ask Eren to go into hiding with him if they should need to. Armin and Mikasa were Eren’s real family, and the family he’d need of something went wrong with the pregnancy, as well as being the first two Eren would want to tell if everything went smoothly and they welcomed their little girl into the world without a hiccup. No longer could he make the kind of threats he’d used to, at least not in person while Eren was pregnant

“Use his family. Eren said that piece of shit was a Mumma’s boy… and on top of the shame of having a son like him, I doubt his father would appreciate this going to the press”

“Let’s save the press for now. If Historia is in danger we could tighten the noose around her neck. We’re better off trying to get her on our side, once we’ve analysed everything all over again”

Unless Erwin had a magical shitty fucking teleporter in that shit sedan of his, that would mean holding onto Floch for an indefinite amount of time…

“Tch. How the shit are we supposed to do that given where we fucking are?”

“I’ll do a run out tonight and call through to Petra. She’ll be able to discuss things further with Mikasa”

“Eren won’t be happy about dragging her in, even if she wants to help”

“Whether they like it or not, both she and Jean are already involved”

It was easy enough to imagine Mikasa had the remainder of their team already under her thumb

“That doesn’t mean we need to make shit worse for them. If you’re going out to call anyone, you should alert the panel and get the first available fucking audience with them. The whole point of bringing our families in is so they don’t wind up as collateral damage. Here we are, caught with our shitty thumbs up our arses thanks to fuck-knuckle wank stain. We’re all too personally involved now”

Shaking his head at him, Erwin knew he was right. This filthy cabin was no place for any of them. The longer they spent inside the less dirty the outside world seemed in comparison

“You know, typically people getting sex regularly aren’t as stressed as you are”

Levi could have hit him. Mike and Eld snorting as the alpha glared at his friend. Eren dropping again was nothing to joke about

“Right. Because now’s time to be fucking joking around. Eren’s already had one fucking drop, this could push him into a second, but by all means go ahead and talk about our sex life, just don’t blame me when you’re a dickless wonder and Mike’s feeding you through a tube for the rest of your life”

Erwin chuckled at his grumping giving Levi the feeling he would have reached out and ruffled his hair if the shit stain thought he could get away with it

“At least your sense of humour’s still intact”

“You’re the one who started it. Pop the trunk already, I want to be done with this cabin as soon as possible”

He’d told Erwin that both he and Eren were in agreement. That if something were to happen, then they’d leave without question seeing how intimately involved they were and knowing that as supportive as they were there was no way their friends could truly understand what it’d been like for both of them. Most of their shitty fucking jog had been Erwin prying into his relationship with Eren and how Eren was coping with this. Levi was loathe to admit that Eren really did seem to be coping better with this than he’d thought he would be. He was just as unhappy to admit that quietly part of him was jealous that Floch would always remain a festering wound for the both of them. For Levi it wasn’t enough to play Floch saying he was taking any commands off of Eren. He wanted the arsehole to sit there and to admit that he’d knowingly and vindictively fucked Eren over with what he’d done, and he wanted Eren to have that piece of mind knowing that Floch had absolutely no input into any of Eren’s actions or decisions.

Placing his hand on his shoulder, Mike squeezed softly

“None of us are going to let anything happen to Eren”

“We might not have a fucking choice if Floch changes his story. We know what Eren’s like, but since day one the panel has had it out for both of us”

“We can only follow the evidence”

“Because that’s worked out so fucking well for us…”

Mike and Erwin shared a look, they’d definitely be talking about this later provided they survived long enough for their to be a later… He really was being a miserable wanker

“… Fucking ignore me. I’m stressed like Shitwin here says. Go check on the kids, I’ll get those files. Eren’s handgun is under our mattress if shit hits the goddamn fan”

*

When Mike came back with Eren, Jewel, and Armin, his brat gave him a tight smile before heading towards their bedroom. From the filthy look Armin threw Levi’s way, Levi knew Eren had told him how he’d brushed him off before. He could use all the justifications he liked, such as how Armin and Eren needed time to talk, but the truth was he was running away in his own way by burying himself in work. Heading to the kitchen, Armin took a passive aggressive stance to this perceived tiff by slamming down the box of goods he picked up, then rummaging through it loudly. Yeah. He probably deserved it. Eren had probably offloaded everything he was thinking onto Armin now they’d made up.

Coming out the hallway, Gunther’s nose was wrinkled as he announced

“You should probably check on Eren, I think he’s throwing up”

Sighing as he dumped the pile of paper from his lap onto the saddest excuse of a coffee table ever invented, Eren wasn’t supposed to be throwing up and Levi didn’t like the fact he was

“I’m on it”

Armin slammed down another can before cutting him off

“I’ll go. You’ve got your hands full”

“He’s my boyfriend”

It might not have been the smartest retort for the situation, but if Eren was ill because he’d pushed his brat to being that stressed, then he should be the one to be by his side

“It’s fine, he didn’t look well during our walk”

“Then why didn’t you bring him back?”

“I don’t know. Why didn’t he know you two were fighting?”

“Because we’re not?”

“That’s what he said but that’s not what his expression said”

Walking between them Gunther put his hands up

“I don’t care who’s going to check on him, but can someone do it now?”

Climbing off the sofa, Levi shot Armin a glare, which the blond shit dared to return. The alpha had been off with Eren for most of the morning. He’d had enough time for them to be friends again

“I’ll take care of him”

“Make sure you tell him why you’re mad at him, he’s stressed enough as it is”

“I don’t need you to tell me that”

“Then don’t go not making it clear when you’re fighting with my best friend!”

“We’re not fighting! I’m trying to figure out how to keep him and Renee safe!”

Well. Fuck… Armin’s head jerked back, he clearly wanted to know who the hell Renee was. Fuck it. Gunther could deal with the shit, storming out the room, Levi could only blame Eren for the habit. His brat had worn off on him, and now he was being the brat and Armin the “semi-adult” here. Opening the bathroom door a tad too violently, Eren squeaked as Levi slipped in and then closed the door just as violently. Levi felt almost sheepish as Eren stared up at him. Initial panic turning to confusion over being interrupted with his bump out and hands on the swell

“I didn’t know we’re fighting”

“Ugh. Did Armin start something? He has a big mouth”

With Eren sitting on the floor, he should probably sit on the floor with him if they were going to talk. Making to sit on the disgusting floor in an attempt to even things out between them, Eren suddenly snapping took him by surprise

“Don’t!”

“Wha-…?”

Half crouched, the pose was a killer on his knees after that damn shitty jog

“Don’t force yourself down here. Just stand up and talk to me”

“But you’re on the floor?”

Sighing at him, Eren’s hands moved across his stomach as he rubbed at his swell

“That’s because I threw up. It’s so hard to breathe in here… my chest feels all condensed”

Still mid-crouch, the floor really did look absolutely revolting and Erwin hadn’t packed the shitty basics when it came to cleaning supplies. Levi didn’t want to sit on the floor, but seeing he’d upset Eren, shouldn’t he at least be the good boyfriend and sit? Then again, his brat had told him to stand. Eren all but rolling his eyes at his position

“Just pick one already, you look like you’re dropping a turn in your trousers”

Fuck it. Standing it was. He didn’t want to be in smacking range should he say something dumb

“I want it on record that I was prepared to sit”

“Noted. Look, ignore what Armin said. He’s salty that Eld and Gunther are better at cards than him”

Backing up, Levi leaned against the bathroom counter

“He said you were upset”

“I’m plenty damn upset at you… but now I’ve thrown up and have the headache from hell, I don’t particularly feel like getting into a fight”

“But I thought we weren’t fighting”

Snarking back, Eren had lost his confusion pretty damn fast and swapped it for anger instead

“And I thought you’d know better than to be talking to my dad behind my back”

“Ah…”

“Do you know how it feels to find that out? I don’t need you fighting my battles with him and then fucking keeping it from me. Do you know how it feels on the back of last night? I’m so fucking angry I want to hit you. Why couldn’t you tell me?!”

Taking a deep breath, Levi forced himself to calm down. The conversation hadn’t been that important though he had felt the urge to fess up

“Look. It wasn’t like whatever you’re picturing. He wanted to know if you were okay”

“It couldn’t have been that simple if you’re only telling me now”

Grisha had apologised to him. Telling Eren that would only have made him mad on the back of coming out of hospital

“Tch. I don’t pretend to know how much he fucking hurt you. I’m not going to lecture you about letting him back in when he clearly fucked things up so fucking royally. I know he hurt you, and the shit apologised to me. It was awkward as fuck, and I was too worried about you to keep my calm”

“So?”

“So I told him that he should either fuck off entirely or accept he fucked things up with you. Then he told me about Carla… and that you were a wreck when she died… and how he’d lost it to the point of taking it out on you. He’d already been yelled at by Jean…”

“I’m not hearing any fucking reason why you shouldn’t have told me sooner”

The timing just hadn’t been right… So why couldn’t Eren see that? They’d both been off when they’d gotten out, dynamics off kilter from the experience and pheromones, on top of Eren’s exhaustion as he’d recovered. That and they could have lost Renee… Growling in annoyance, Levi’s tone could have been gentler if Eren wasn’t such an idiot

“Because you fucking dropped! I crashed my car and you fucking dropped, Eren! They put a shitty fucking tube down your throat, said you’d be okay, but I had no fucking idea if you and Renee would be… I keep fucking up being your fucking alpha. I know I could have brought it up sooner, but I… I knew how much him asking would upset you. He told me a bit about you as a kid too… and how much losing Carla messed you up… and how you were so confused over how it’d all happened… and…and he said he thought you seemed to be finally doing better. I pretty much ended up throwing him out”

Letting out a long groan, Eren dropped his head forward as he did

“It makes it hard to be mad at you when you think you’re doing the right thing. I was worried you’d gone and asked dad for my hand in marriage or something like that…”

Eren didn’t need his father’s permission for marriage. He wouldn’t insult his compatible partner by asking for it either. The bond between them already ran deeper than anything a formal ceremony could give them

“Tch. You’d gut me alive if I asked him”

“At least you know that… Still, shit like that, I shouldn’t have to find out from Armin”

“I know, shitty brat. If it counts, I don’t think I made a good impression”

“He can go fuck himself if he thinks I care what kind of impression you made. Did you two talk about anything else?”

“Just you. He did ask my intentions, and I told him that was between me and you. Frankly, I couldn’t tell if he was doing it to ease his conscious or if it was because Jean yelled at him for being at your baby shower without being invited”

“Does Mikasa know you two talked?”

Levi wasn’t sure if he’d told Grisha exactly how far Eren had gone to keep his adoptive sister from knowing how badly they got along in private. He hadn’t been in a good way without Eren and with the guilt of the accident, on top of his boyfriend’s pheromones

“I’d say so… but… yeah… Are you done puking your shitty guts up?”

“For now. That still doesn’t explain why you weren’t prepared to sit and talk to me before. If it’s something related to Floch, I should know”

“Erwin was at me over Kenny. You know he and shitty four eyes like to give out advice… and he wanted to know how you were doing”

Eren chuckled as he raised his head

“Let me guess, you didn’t appreciate you’re early morning counselling session and the last thing you wanted was to go from one with him to one with me”

“I’m sorry, brat…”

His brat knew him to damn well

“No. It’s okay. But you really need stop thinking you need to protect me by not telling me things. I’m worried enough about you without thinking things between us have gone to shit and I haven’t noticed it. Is there anything else I need to know”

“Not really. Grisha thanked me and apologised. Erwin wants you to take another shot with Floch but I don’t see the point now. Mike things we should leave as soon as possible… and Kenny…”

“If Kenny shows up, we’ll deal with it. Now help me up. My head feels like it’s ready to split in two and you don’t want to see how gross the floor looks from here. It’s like Piss City down here, none of you can fucking aim”

“That’s fucking revolting you gross shit”

“And why I didn’t want you getting down on the floor”

Holding his hand out, Levi took to it to help Eren up off the floor. His omega didn’t look well now that he close enough to get a good look at him

“How’s your chest now?”

“Still a bit… I think I liked it better when I didn’t remember what Floch and I used to be to each other. Thinking about him… nope”

He’d have to keep an eye on Eren’s breathing that night. If he sounded to congested then it’d be a hospital trip

“Do you remember everything now?”

“Most of it came back that first week after the drop seemed to shake it all loose… If Erwin wants me to talk to Floch I can try, but if you’d rather I didn’t, I respect that”

He didn’t want Eren to… but Levi honestly couldn’t say that jealousy wasn’t clouding that judgment. In a lot of ways Eren was being the bigger man… and he was being stupid

“I don’t like it. I don’t want him in the position where he could put another command on you, but I do want him to “remove” any commands he may have placed”

“If he’s going to command me to feel better I just allow it… Sorry, that wasn’t even funny. I’m stressed and worried over how you’ve been acting”

Moving out the way so Eren could wash his hands, Eren cared too much about him. He hadn’t meant to make Eren feel like they were fighting or not talking, he’d just needed time to process

“I should have said something about Grisha. Erwin is prepared to make arrangements for us to leave if we need to because of Kenny. I don’t want to take you away from your family”

“You are family. I thought we were united there”

“We are… but Kenny… he won’t stop at simply hurting you. He’d kill you if he wanted to… Erwin knows a bit about Kenny”

“And I know you. All you had to do was tell me. I know you didn’t mean for it to be like this, but I couldn’t help but overthink yesterday. Hell, I couldn’t even fall back to sleep without you there because this ring… it means a lot to me”

Floor hands be damned. Reaching out, Levi wrapped his arms around his brat, burying his face against Eren’s back

“I didn’t say any of that lightly”

“I know… but I also know how you feel about being intimate. And you have a habit of indulging me too much. I need to have a nap. Floch’s shitty scent is making me feel sick… I can’t explain it, but I don’t like how it’s making me feel, especially when it comes to you”

“Tch. You’re an idiot, Eren Yeager. It’s only okay because it’s with you. You taught me that. Cut an old shitty man some slack”

“Not when you call me an idiot. You’re the idiot here, Mister Shitty Alpha”

“I deserve that”

Turning in his hold, Eren wiped his wet hands on Levi’s cheeks. The alpha wrinkling his nose in disgust

“No. You deserved that. You’re lucky I feel too shitty to yell at you right now”

“Should we go?”

“And leave our friends with a Floch? It’s my mess. I was the one dated him, and the one who brought him into our lives. No. We’re not running away from this. I’ll take another go at him, but only after I’ve gotten some sleep. Tell Erwin to make a list of anything he wants me to try get out of Floch. I don’t feel… I don’t feel like I’m going to drop again. And we know the accident wasn’t your fault. We know that…”

“Tch. I’m acting like a shitty arsehole”

“A little. Now wipe that look off your face. We’re only here as long as we need to be. I know it’s hard for you, but I also know if you think of it all as for being for work, it’ll settle you down. Think about everything else you’ve endured for work”

Levi would much rather not dwell on the past. Nor was he happy that it’d turned into Eren comforting him, instead of him taking care of his omega

“When did you get so smart?”

“Some days I really don’t think I am”

“You’re the one who’s been throwing up”

“And you’re the one who can’t forgive himself for an accident. I know you’re worrying”

“Can you blame me?”

With Eren’s habit of getting himself into trouble, Levi felt certain that worrying about his omega was well and truly justified. Leaning down, Eren kissed his hair

“No. I’m sorry I was so mad at you”

“No. I should have told you Grisha came to talk. It felt like after your baby shower he had something to say… Not that it makes less shitty”

The whole meeting with Grisha couldn’t have been more than half an hour, maybe an hour at the tops. The man putting Levi’s alpha on edge due to the trauma he knew he’d caused Eren. According to Grisha Eren had become depressed as a teen, watching everyone around him present. Then they’d lost Carla. By the time Grisha realised how bad he’d let himself become, he’d already scarred Eren. Eren who apparently had had some kind of memory issue in the wake of his mother’s death, but to Levi that was understandable. Eren loved as deeply as he hated. To lose his mother… well… it was only natural for nothing to make sense anymore. Hannes had also hinted that Eren had some pretty real problems after Carla’s death.

Sighing in annoyance at him, Eren then kissed his hair again with that vomitty mouth of his

“He’s my dad. And you’re you. You were probably thinking along the line of not having the right to throw him out. You’re my alpha, not my keeper. You’re also my emergency contact. I trust you to be making those choices, so why can’t you trust me enough to explain things?”

“Because I hate how I feel. How all of this makes me feel”

“Okay, we’re definitely going to talk about that, but I feel too sick right now. I mean, I didn’t think we were fighting but Armin insisted that’s how it looked”

“Tch. Your best friend’s a shit head”

“Like yours are any better. Now wash your hands, and go back to working things out with Erwin”

Reading about Floch wasn’t doing anything for him. He’d nearly crumpled Erwin’s printouts a dozen times simply because Floch’s fucking name were on them

“I should be taking care of you”

“Yes, as my alpha you absolutely should be, and the best thing I can do right now is try sleeping off this headache before it becomes a migraine”

“Should I rub your head?”

Humming at him, his mate nuzzled into his hair. Eren normally called it “recharging”

“I’ll save that for later. I’m glad we’re not actually fighting”

“I’m sorry…”

“If you say you’re sorry one more time I’m going to have an issue. I know you get constipated about the important stuff”

“I thought I was getting better”

Eren snorted at him, the pout clear in Levi’s tone

“You are. But no more sex and no more hiding things or this ring is coming off”

“Understood”

“Good. Now get back to work”

“Yes, dad”