Felicity bites her lip to keep herself from making a sound, and the sudden burst of love that sparks in her chest is nothing compared to the look on Oliver’s face as he stares down at his daughter, hanging on her every word. He needs this, needs his daughter’s easy acceptance and love of him more than anything else to get him through today, more than he needs her, even. He needs Ellie telling him how great her life is because of him, he needs her showing him over and over again that she loves him, that he’s a wonderful father, and he needs to believe it.
And for this tiny moment, she thinks he does. Because she does.
Oliver’s arms curl around Ellie, making her seem even smaller as she settles in his embrace like there’s nowhere else in the world she’d rather be. He breathes out, a long, slow exhale that seems to carry the tension living in his body along with it before he dips his head to press his lips to her hair. He breathes her in, savoring the moment of closeness.
Felicity lets out a tremulous breath herself as Ellie does something for him that nobody else on this planet ever could, something she’s been doing ever since Barry brought her back. Slowly but surely Ellie’s filling in the cracks that have splintered his heart, shattered his sense of self-worth, letting the damage from all those years of brutal trauma fade away. Breakfast is forgotten as something far more sustainable fills him, fills his soul, fills parts of him that were positively famished.
he wakes up the next morning, he’s fully at ease for a moment or two,
wrapped up in the soft sheets that hold an unusual yet so comforting
scent that he wants to do nothing more than to just stay there for
the rest of his life.
Of course, reality eventually hits Levi
when he realizes that this isn’t his bed.
The first thing
that gives it away is the fact that his head is propped up on two
pillows. Everybody knows that just one pillow is optimal, and in
fact, Levi doesn’t even own any more than just one. The second thing, which
ultimately causes him to crack his eyes open, is the faint sound of
something that resembles vomiting carrying over from the
The thought of someone throwing up in his bathroom
is rather disconcerting, so of course he staggers up, only to
discover that this isn’t his room, either. By extension, the bathroom
where someone’s currently blowing chunks doesn’t belong to him
either, which makes the whole situation a little better, he
On second thought, maybe not, because now as he
blinks away the last few traces of sleep, he realizes that this is
Eren’s room. And by that logic, the person vomiting in the bathroom
must be Eren.
Very slowly, last night’s events return to him.
They’d downed a few drinks and played some video games, nothing too
unusual, but at some point it all becomes a blur, no matter how much
Levi tries to strain his memory.
What he does remember is
bare tanned skin thrumming under his fingertips and lidded emerald
eyes staring him down and drawing him in deeper, and holy hell, he’d
fucked Eren last night, hadn’t he?
Yes. Yes, he had.
details aren’t all that clear to him, but he distinctly recalls
having Eren cling on to him, nails digging into his shoulders and his
body responding to Levi’s every touch so beautifully, as if he was
made for Levi to hold and play with. It’s a shame that he doesn’t
remember that much since he’s spent a good few nights pining after
Eren and imagining what he might look like when coming
Fantasies aside, now that he’s actually done the
unthinkable with his roommate, he’ll probably have to deal with the
aftermath. His limbs feel so heavy as he stumbles up from the bed and
retrieves his clothes from where they’re scattered around the floor,
taking an excessively long time dressing himself. Each second that he
spends fiddling with his zipper means more time before he’ll have to
knock on that bathroom door and face the consequences.
nervous is fucking stupid, Levi tries to tell himself. They’d shared
an apartment for, what, almost a year now? How much could one drunken
hookup really change?
Okay, to be fair, it’s not really just
last night that has him so antsy. It’s the fact that Eren’s been
consistently occupying his thoughts for the last year or so and it’s
gotten to the point where it’s kinda hard to function whenever he
happens to be in the same room with Levi because his damn puppy dog
eyes and blindingly bright smile make Levi trip over his words like a
Luckily there’s a sturdy bathroom door between them
now or Levi’s sure he’d be unable to form any words. “Hey.
Eren,” he calls out as he knocks on the door and receives a
faint gurling noise in response.
“Jesus fucking Christ,”
Eren eventually mumbles. “I feel awful.”
Levi agrees, though he’s not sure if it’s the same kind of awful
they’re feeling. He has to clear his throat a few times before he
gets out the next words, and even then they sound a bit feeble. “Are
you coming out? We need to talk.”
Eren gives a dry laugh.
“Coming out. Get it?” There’s a moment of silence during
which Levi stares blankly at the wooden surface. “It’s a gay
joke. Which I probably am right now. Gay, that is.”
yeah,” Levi starts off. As someone who’s been through that
initial panic years ago, he can’t exactly claim to relate to Eren.
“Do you think you’ll be done throwing up soon?”
don’t know, I feel really queasy.” Maybe he’s just imagining it,
but he thinks he hears Eren give a faint sniffle. “What if…”
There’s a heavy pause and he can all but feel the hysteria emanating
from the other side of the door. “I’m pregnant. Fuck, did we use
Out of all the things he would’ve expected to
hear, that is probably the dumbest one. “First of all, it
doesn’t happen that quickly,” Levi sighs as he leains his
forehead on to the door. His crush is an idiot. A lovable idiot at
that, but still an idiot. “Second, I think we did. There’s about
five used ones laying around on the floor. I counted.”
Eren echoes, voice rising just a bit. “No wonder I can barely
“Third, and I can’t believe I’m the one who
has to break this to you,” Levi goes on, ignoring the
interruption, “it doesn’t work that way when you have two dicks.
Our genitals are incompatible in that sense. You’re just
“Well, they were compatiblating just fine
last night, don’t you think?” Eren states in an almost mocking
tone. Judging by the sounds, he’s moved to rinse off his mouth.
“That’s not even a word,” Levi points out, the
tension in his shoulders easing just slightly.
not a word,” comes the genius rebuttal, and now Levi manages
to even crack a smile. At least Eren’s still being his usual
They’re both quiet for a while, perhaps waiting for
something. Eventually it’s Levi who breaks the silence.
you hate me now?” he asks, not sure if he wants to know the
Eren gives a sigh, and it sounds like he’s standing
right by the door as well, maybe even leaning against it in a similar
position. “I could never hate you,” he replies with just a
touch of uncertainty in his voice. “I just… have no idea what
“How about you come out first?” Levi
suggests, surprising even himself with how calm he sounds. “We’ll
work it out. Together. If you want to, that is.”
do want,” Eren replies earnestly. “God, do I ever.”
out then. It’s fine.” His hand curls over the doorhandle,
holding on for support. “It’s just me.”
The sound of
the lock snapping open from the inside echoes through the messy room,
and while it’s only the beginning, Levi thinks that they’ll be
You know, your fics were always my fave because they're so emotional, but I kinda thought your Isak and Even were a little exaggerated (in good way!). Turns out you were just ahead of our time and Julie always intended them to be like you imagine them. Lol you and elli_skam are our prophets.