bokutokoutarou - Tumblr blog

[bokutokoutarou]

dating the genshin impact men

includes ↬ kaeya, diluc, kazuha, childe, xiao, zhongli, albedo & thoma

a/n ↬ a couple months ago i made these dating hcs for the aot characters, so i thought i’d make a similar one for genshin!

kaeya: flirty banter and witty conversations that last for hours on end, passionate encounters in his office with the challenge of not letting the other knights hear, locking eyes with each other in group conversations as if you’re giving each other secret messages, going on nightly excursions to the angel’s share to get utterly wasted, sitting outside the tavern laughing uncontrollably together after diluc kicks you out, taking care of each other’s hangovers in the morning, being reckless together because nothing can go wrong if you’re by each other’s side

diluc: holding his hand/clinging onto his body when it's cold because his vision makes him radiate warmth, tying his hair back in the morning and taking it down for him before bed, spending evenings at the angel's share admiring how unintentionally gorgeous he looks as he pours drinks, falling asleep at the tavern yet waking up in bed with his arms wrapped around you because he carried you home, him slowly but surely opening up to you about his past because he trusts you more than anyone he’s ever known

kazuha: stirring in your sleep in the morning because you feel him press his lips to your cheek, waking up to his gentle hums as he cooks you breakfast, going on afternoon walks with your fingers laced together at all times, bashfully listening to the overly romantic music and poetry he’s created about you, having random philosophical conversations simply out of a shared fascination for the universe, resting your head on his chest when it’s time for bed and falling asleep to the rhythm of his heart beating.

childe: going to snezhnaya together and being welcomed into his family with open arms, his younger brother teucer telling you he’s heard all about you from ajax’s letters, sharing hot chocolate as you watch the snow fall outside from the warmth of his childhood home, fights about each other’s safety ending with intense displays of passion and love, being constantly afraid for what’s yet to come yet staying by his side because you can’t lose him and he can’t lose you either.

xiao: sitting in silence together atop of wangshu inn and basking in the presence of each other's company, gently tracing the outline of his tattoos when he looks like he's had a particularly bad day, soft forehead kisses pressed against his violet diamond marking, learning how to cook almond tofu to surprise him, him claiming that it's the best almond tofu he's ever had (not because it tastes inherently different, but because somewhere deep inside him he can feel that you made it with love)

zhongli: being called "love" and "dear" just as much as your own name, surprising him with trinkets he can't afford to buy, romantic homemade dinners based on recipes he'd learned over the millennia he’s been alive for, late night walks around the lantern lit streets of liyue with his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, being lulled to sleep during pillowtalk because the stories he tells are so unnecessarily long, remaining conscious just long enough to hear him whisper “i love you”

albedo: hugging him from behind and playing with his golden locks as he experiments in dragonspine, encouragingly listening to him as he tells you about his findings (even if you don't fully understand them), getting distracted as he talks to you sometimes because you're mesmerized by his icy blue eyes, talking to him as he paints because he claims that "hearing your voice calms him down, which thus increases his inspiration and artistic abilities", never feeling as though there's a problem too difficult to tackle because with albedo there's always a solution

thoma: stopping to pet random dogs and animals whenever you go on walks, singing and dancing as you complete housework together, him proudly introducing you as his partner and going on embarrassing tangents about how amazing you are to anyone who’ll listen, him saying “after you, my love” whenever he holds doors open for you, getting late night teas from the teahouse to unwind after a tiring day, him telling you every night how grateful he is to have you in his life because he never wants there to be a moment where you forget it

[bokutokoutarou]

— SURPRISE ME

DILUC RAGNVINDR X READER

SYNOPSIS - It’s an unusually slow night at the Angel’s Share, and you — Diluc’s only customer at the moment — put the man through an almost comical dilemma when you tell him to “surprise you” with whatever drink he’d like.

The Angel's Share is a surprisingly serene place to relax when it isn't filled to the brim with drunks. Of course, it's rare for the tavern to not be bustling the moment it becomes a socially acceptable hour to drink. But there are a few quiet nights a year where Diluc barely lifts a finger behind the bar simply because there's not a soul in the tavern to serve. There's no rhyme or reason that could predict when these nights occur. Sometimes, business is slow, and the citizens of Mondstadt are sober.

The business man in Diluc dislikes the notion of a sober Mondstadt. The human in Diluc (which he sometimes doubts is even there) is grateful for the nights he can spend in peace. Nights where instead of pouring drink after drink to customer after customer, he can simply sit on a barstool behind the counter and relax.

Tonight would have been one of those nights if you hadn't walked through the door.

"It's awfully dead in here," your voice snaps Diluc out of his daze, causing him to stop mindlessly stirring the grape juice he just poured for himself. He lets out an inaudible sigh before standing up to greet his unexpected guest.

The first thing Diluc makes note of is the fact that he's fairly certain he's never seen you before in his life. Although it would be impossible for him to remember every single person who's stepped foot in his tavern, he's fairly confident that he can recognize most of them. Partly because he has an excellent memory, and partly because he's always had a knack for observing people on the sidelines rather than actually conversing with them. Of course, the fact that most of his customers are Mondstadt locals plays a part in this too. Even if someone's only entered the tavern once or twice, he's probably seen them around town before.

He isn't sure what it is, or why he even cares, but there's something distinctive about you that makes him believe he'd remember you if he's ever seen you before.

"You just might be the only person in Mondstadt who wants a drink tonight," he finally says. "Anything in particular strike your fancy?"

You shake your head. "I don’t know. Why don’t you surprise me?”

Diluc gives you a small nod. Usually when someone uses the 'surprise me' line, he pours them a glass of the closest wine bottle he can find. But he’s only had five guests scattered within the past three hours, and the closest bottle to him is the one of grape juice he’d grabbed for himself.

It would be silly to pour you a non-alcoholic beverage when you came to the tavern looking for a drink. Diluc knows this, yet something about the idea amuses him. He glances at the grape juice bottle and then back at you — you've taken your seat on one of the many barstools at the front counter, yet your attention is elsewhere. Diluc's eyes linger on you a tad longer than they should. Maybe it's because he's still trying to decide which drink he should pour. Or maybe it's because he's intrigued by the fact that you're dressed awfully fancy for someone who's entered a tavern without a date.

Diluc snaps out of his daze when your eyes meet his, suddenly aware of the fact that while you've been waiting for a drink he hasn't so much as moved a muscle. There's no more time for hesitation. He grabs the bottle of grape juice, pours it in a glass meant for wine, and slides it over to where your hand is resting on the counter.

Your hand instinctively reaches for the glass, yet you don't pick it up off the counter to drink it. You lace your fingers around the glass's thin bottom, eying the beverage curiously.

"So, what did you pour me?" you ask, your eyes flickering away from your drink and back up at him.

"You said to surprise you. Why don't you have a taste and guess?"

Diluc's not sure why, but he feels a tad on edge as you raise your glass and bring it up to your lips. That's when he realizes that in the years he's managed the tavern for, he hasn't served grape juice to anyone. Not a soul. It wasn't even an option on the menu — he only kept it there because he liked to drink it. A feeling of regret settles in his stomach. Why did he even pour a paying customer grape juice in the first place? He's never been the type of person to do foolish things just because he can, so why in Teyvat is he intrigued by this?

Due to an odd mixture of regret and curiosity, Diluc can't take his eyes off you as you take your first sip. He notices that you're drinking slowly as if you're bracing yourself for a strong or bitter taste. Obviously, that taste would never come.

"Hmm," you say the moment you move the glass down from your lips. "This tastes..." you trail off, your eyebrows knitting together as you stare at the beverage in your hand.

Diluc realizes he's holding his breath in anticipation for what you're about to say. He inhales, yet the rush of air does nothing to relieve his tenseness.

"This tastes like grape juice," you finally finish your sentence, the corners of your lips curving upwards. "Am I right?"

Upon seeing you smile, Diluc feels a surge of relief wash over him. Maybe this is amusing after all.

"Do you think you’re right?” Diluc avoids answering your question by asking one of his own. He’s not actively aware of it, yet he’s bearing a grin similar to yours.

“Trying to make me doubt myself, huh?” you chuckle. “Hmm,” your eyebrows furrow together as you ponder your answer again. You take another quick sip of the drink before meeting his eyes again. “I’m fairly certain, but part of me feels like I can’t be right.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because out of all the drinks you could’ve possibly served me, wouldn’t it be silly if you’d chosen for it to be juice?” you say, still smiling. “And you don’t seem like the silly type.”

“I’m not,” Diluc agrees.

“So, I’m wrong then?” you ask. There’s a curious glint in your eyes as you await his answer.

Diluc stares at you for a moment. There‘s something addicting about the current atmosphere between you two — the atmosphere of teasing, of eagerness and anticipation. He’s never been one for banter or idle chitchat, yet for some odd reason he doesn’t mind this. Whatever ‘this’ is.

“Well, I didn’t say that,” he answers. He grabs the bottle of grape juice he’d tucked under the bar and puts it on the ledge for you to see.

Your eyes almost light up at his revelation.

“I…” you start to speak, yet a small laugh escapes your lips instead. “I can’t believe you actually served me grape juice.”

“Was it not up to your standards?” he crosses his arms, feigning defensiveness.

“I hate to admit it, but if I’m being honest, it actually tasted good,” you grin. “Now, how about you surprise me with something that’s less juice, more alcohol?”

Diluc nods his head, a glint shining in his crimson eyes. “Coming right up,” he says.

For the rest of the night, seated in a tavern only occupied by two, Diluc pours concoction after concoction for you to guess, all the while engaging in a type of banter he never thought he enjoyed. Not all of the drinks he prepares are alcoholic, so you’re in a middle ground state between being pretty tipsy and lightly drunk by the time you’ve had enough for the night.

“So, how much do I owe you?” you ask him after you take your last sip of the slightly alcoholic valberry cocktail he made you.

Diluc hesitates, well-aware of the fact that the ‘game’ you’ve been playing racked up a hefty bill that would certainly make up for his lack of customers all night.

Maybe the businessman in Diluc would consider taking the full amount, but on this night he’s not sure the business part of him is even there. Instead, it’s as though he’s been replaced with someone far more human — someone who actually has the capacity to connect.

“I’ll let you off for free tonight,” he tells you.

You raise an eyebrow at his words. “I guess you enjoyed my company, huh?”

He rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance. “Just consider it an apology for the grape juice,” he says. “But don’t expect to drink for free next time.”

“Next time?” your eyes sparkle with intrigue. “I’m not a regular, y’know?”

“I’m well aware of that,” Diluc answers.

“So, is that an invitation for me to come back?” you ask, a slightly flirtatious tone in your voice that Diluc is certain he’s not imagining.

As a response to your question, the faintest hint of a smirk graces Diluc’s lips.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you surprise me?”

[bokutokoutarou]

ALEX. ALEX THAT DILUC FIC WAS GOLDEN AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

AAAAAH THANK U THAT MEANS SO MUCH ILY💗💗💗

[bokutokoutarou]

— SURPRISE ME

DILUC RAGNVINDR X READER

SYNOPSIS - It’s an unusually slow night at the Angel’s Share, and you — Diluc’s only customer at the moment — put the man through an almost comical dilemma when you tell him to “surprise you” with whatever drink he’d like.

The Angel's Share is a surprisingly serene place to relax when it isn't filled to the brim with drunks. Of course, it's rare for the tavern to not be bustling the moment it becomes a socially acceptable hour to drink. But there are a few quiet nights a year where Diluc barely lifts a finger behind the bar simply because there's not a soul in the tavern to serve. There's no rhyme or reason that could predict when these nights occur. Sometimes, business is slow, and the citizens of Mondstadt are sober.

The business man in Diluc dislikes the notion of a sober Mondstadt. The human in Diluc (which he sometimes doubts is even there) is grateful for the nights he can spend in peace. Nights where instead of pouring drink after drink to customer after customer, he can simply sit on a barstool behind the counter and relax.

Tonight would have been one of those nights if you hadn't walked through the door.

"It's awfully dead in here," your voice snaps Diluc out of his daze, causing him to stop mindlessly stirring the grape juice he just poured for himself. He lets out an inaudible sigh before standing up to greet his unexpected guest.

The first thing Diluc makes note of is the fact that he's fairly certain he's never seen you before in his life. Although it would be impossible for him to remember every single person who's stepped foot in his tavern, he's fairly confident that he can recognize most of them. Partly because he has an excellent memory, and partly because he's always had a knack for observing people on the sidelines rather than actually conversing with them. Of course, the fact that most of his customers are Mondstadt locals plays a part in this too. Even if someone's only entered the tavern once or twice, he's probably seen them around town before.

He isn't sure what it is, or why he even cares, but there's something distinctive about you that makes him believe he'd remember you if he's ever seen you before.

"You just might be the only person in Mondstadt who wants a drink tonight," he finally says. "Anything in particular strike your fancy?"

You shake your head. "I don’t know. Why don’t you surprise me?”

Diluc gives you a small nod. Usually when someone uses the 'surprise me' line, he pours them a glass of the closest wine bottle he can find. But he’s only had five guests scattered within the past three hours, and the closest bottle to him is the one of grape juice he’d grabbed for himself.

It would be silly to pour you a non-alcoholic beverage when you came to the tavern looking for a drink. Diluc knows this, yet something about the idea amuses him. He glances at the grape juice bottle and then back at you — you've taken your seat on one of the many barstools at the front counter, yet your attention is elsewhere. Diluc's eyes linger on you a tad longer than they should. Maybe it's because he's still trying to decide which drink he should pour. Or maybe it's because he's intrigued by the fact that you're dressed awfully fancy for someone who's entered a tavern without a date.

Diluc snaps out of his daze when your eyes meet his, suddenly aware of the fact that while you've been waiting for a drink he hasn't so much as moved a muscle. There's no more time for hesitation. He grabs the bottle of grape juice, pours it in a glass meant for wine, and slides it over to where your hand is resting on the counter.

Your hand instinctively reaches for the glass, yet you don't pick it up off the counter to drink it. You lace your fingers around the glass's thin bottom, eying the beverage curiously.

"So, what did you pour me?" you ask, your eyes flickering away from your drink and back up at him.

"You said to surprise you. Why don't you have a taste and guess?"

Diluc's not sure why, but he feels a tad on edge as you raise your glass and bring it up to your lips. That's when he realizes that in the years he's managed the tavern for, he hasn't served grape juice to anyone. Not a soul. It wasn't even an option on the menu — he only kept it there because he liked to drink it. A feeling of regret settles in his stomach. Why did he even pour a paying customer grape juice in the first place? He's never been the type of person to do foolish things just because he can, so why in Teyvat is he intrigued by this?

Due to an odd mixture of regret and curiosity, Diluc can't take his eyes off you as you take your first sip. He notices that you're drinking slowly as if you're bracing yourself for a strong or bitter taste. Obviously, that taste would never come.

"Hmm," you say the moment you move the glass down from your lips. "This tastes..." you trail off, your eyebrows knitting together as you stare at the beverage in your hand.

Diluc realizes he's holding his breath in anticipation for what you're about to say. He inhales, yet the rush of air does nothing to relieve his tenseness.

"This tastes like grape juice," you finally finish your sentence, the corners of your lips curving upwards. "Am I right?"

Upon seeing you smile, Diluc feels a surge of relief wash over him. Maybe this is amusing after all.

"Do you think you’re right?” Diluc avoids answering your question by asking one of his own. He’s not actively aware of it, yet he’s bearing a grin similar to yours.

“Trying to make me doubt myself, huh?” you chuckle. “Hmm,” your eyebrows furrow together as you ponder your answer again. You take another quick sip of the drink before meeting his eyes again. “I’m fairly certain, but part of me feels like I can’t be right.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because out of all the drinks you could’ve possibly served me, wouldn’t it be silly if you’d chosen for it to be juice?” you say, still smiling. “And you don’t seem like the silly type.”

“I’m not,” Diluc agrees.

“So, I’m wrong then?” you ask. There’s a curious glint in your eyes as you await his answer.

Diluc stares at you for a moment. There‘s something addicting about the current atmosphere between you two — the atmosphere of teasing, of eagerness and anticipation. He’s never been one for banter or idle chitchat, yet for some odd reason he doesn’t mind this. Whatever ‘this’ is.

“Well, I didn’t say that,” he answers. He grabs the bottle of grape juice he’d tucked under the bar and puts it on the ledge for you to see.

Your eyes almost light up at his revelation.

“I…” you start to speak, yet a small laugh escapes your lips instead. “I can’t believe you actually served me grape juice.”

“Was it not up to your standards?” he crosses his arms, feigning defensiveness.

“I hate to admit it, but if I’m being honest, it actually tasted good,” you grin. “Now, how about you surprise me with something that’s less juice, more alcohol?”

Diluc nods his head, a glint shining in his crimson eyes. “Coming right up,” he says.

For the rest of the night, seated in a tavern only occupied by two, Diluc pours concoction after concoction for you to guess, all the while engaging in a type of banter he never thought he enjoyed. Not all of the drinks he prepares are alcoholic, so you’re in a middle ground state between being pretty tipsy and lightly drunk by the time you’ve had enough for the night.

“So, how much do I owe you?” you ask him after you take your last sip of the slightly alcoholic valberry cocktail he made you.

Diluc hesitates, well-aware of the fact that the ‘game’ you’ve been playing racked up a hefty bill that would certainly make up for his lack of customers all night.

Maybe the businessman in Diluc would consider taking the full amount, but on this night he’s not sure the business part of him is even there. Instead, it’s as though he’s been replaced with someone far more human — someone who actually has the capacity to connect.

“I’ll let you off for free tonight,” he tells you.

You raise an eyebrow at his words. “I guess you enjoyed my company, huh?”

He rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance. “Just consider it an apology for the grape juice,” he says. “But don’t expect to drink for free next time.”

“Next time?” your eyes sparkle with intrigue. “I’m not a regular, y’know?”

“I’m well aware of that,” Diluc answers.

“So, is that an invitation for me to come back?” you ask, a slightly flirtatious tone in your voice that Diluc is certain he’s not imagining.

As a response to your question, the faintest hint of a smirk graces Diluc’s lips.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you surprise me?”

[bokutokoutarou]

Thabk you in advance for the Diluc fic. You're literally posting it while im in the middle of a Diluc brain rot lmao.

honestly i don’t think there’s ever a day where i’m not in a diluc brainrot so i feel u😭

i just imagine diluc to be so effortlessly sexy. he’s absolutely not trying to be hot, but that’s what makes him so endearing.

like, just imagine diluc standing behind the counter of the bar wiping a glass, a faraway look in his crimson eyes, loose hairs straying from his ponytail to frame his angular face. he’s just so fucking beautiful and he doesn’t even realize it agsjjshsjsj

[bokutokoutarou]

okay so i’ve never written a genshin impact fic before, but i wrote one last night and will be posting it in an hour or two!

[bokutokoutarou]

— THE NIGHT TRAIN

LEVI ACKERMAN x F!READER NSFW (MODERN AU)

SYNOPSIS - your train rides home become far more intriguing when you start hooking up with the attractive stranger who always sits in the cabin beside yours.

There's something inherently magical about riding a train as sunset merges to nightfall. To sit by the windowsill and watch pink and purple hues emerge in the sky as the orange glow from the sun dims. To get lost in the motion of the rapidly passing trees, to stare at the newly-appeared moon in the sky and wonder in a child-like sense if it's following you. You never imagined you'd be grateful for the fact that your new job required you to work late and take the night train home, yet after two weeks you adopted your nightly train rides as a ritualistic pleasure.

It became even more of a pleasure when he showed up.

He was shorter than most men, yet for what he lacked in height he made up for with a cool disposition that could almost be misread as arrogance. He was easy on the eyes, dark features contrasting his pale skin, and he always wore the same white button down and black slacks — his top shirt button undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He always looked handsome despite his clear and utter exhaustion, which was apparent from the permanent bags under his eyes and the somewhat dishevelled state of his clothes.

You didn’t know who he was. How could you? He was just a stranger with somewhere to go on the same nights and at the same times as you. A stranger who always sat in the same seat on the train, which just so happened to be in the same row as you, yet in the cabin one isle over. You didn’t know why you were so drawn to him. Maybe it was the air of mystery that hung over everyone in the shroud of the night. Maybe it was his undeniable attractiveness you noticed from the moment you laid eyes on him.

Or maybe it was because his eyes always met yours as he took his seat, the fleeting contact making your stomach swirl with a feeling comparable to locking eyes with a schoolyard crush. It was incredibly silly, the fact that you were a young adult with a semi-decent paying job who still got hot and bothered by something as trivial as eye contact. You knew it probably meant nothing. He was probably just looking across the isle to see if it was empty. And it probably meant nothing when he’d look at you again, ten minutes later, sneaking a glance at you up from his laptop screen before resuming whatever he was working on. It was like clockwork. You’d sneak a glance at him, then ten minutes later he’d sneak a glance at you. Glances that probably meant nothing.

At least that's what you assumed until your innocent glances turned into sinful meetings in the tiny washroom at the very back of the train.

There wasn't much space to work with, but that’s what made it all the more exciting. He'd close the door behind him, twisting the lock with a small "click". Then he'd press you up against the sink, his lips exploring your neck to leave works of art for you to admire later, his hands exploring every inch of your body — trailing along your collarbones, down your breasts, moving to your waist before gripping the silhouette of your ass. He'd reach under your skirt and stroke the wetness of your panties with two digits, teasing your clit for a few moments before slipping the garment down your legs.

Your view of him ravishing you in the mirror was more magical than anything you'd see out the window of the train. It was utterly mesmerizing; the way he'd ruin you with such little effort, the way your skin would already be flushed with pleasure within seconds of his touch. He was a stranger, yet your body became a familiar territory for him. He knew every spot to touch, to stroke, to suck in order to elicit your loudest of moans, which he’d silence with a gentle yet firm hand over your mouth.

“What would the other passengers think if they heard you whimper like that?” he’d ask, his voice low and raspy, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel his warm breath creep against your skin. As if contradicting his prior words, he’d move his fingers away from your clit and pump them into your entrance, his fingers curling up to hit the spot that drives you wild. You’d audibly gasp in pleasure. His dominant hand would press deeper against your mouth while he used his other to unbuckle his belt. You’d reach behind you and palm his crotch, feeling his already hardened length bulge against the fabric of his black underwear.

Watching him fuck you in the mirror was always a sight to behold. You’d grip the edges of the sink, your back slightly arched, his hands gripping your waist, his length slamming into you. There was always an insatiable hunger in each of his thrusts. You’d watch his grip on your waist tighten and contort your flesh, his nails dig into your skin in a way that’d feel more pleasurable than painful. You’d get lost in the expression he’d make as his thrusts became more erratic — the way his eyes would almost darken, the way his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted out of his own pleasure. If you weren’t being so loud under the cover of his hand, you’d be able to hear the soft pants escaping his lips as every thrust brought him closer to his own release.

“Levi,” you’d moan his name as you felt yourself getting closer. He’d told you it during your third meeting in the washroom, claiming it was only fair for you to know the name of someone who pleasured you so well. Yet even with the revelation of his name, he was still shrouded in mystery. You didn’t know what he did for a living, or where he was going in the dead of the night. You were reminded of this whenever the train would make a rickety motion along the tracks. You knew his name, and you knew how to pleasure each other, yet that was about it. You were still two strangers. No strings attached.

And after everything’s said and done — after you’ve reached your highs, come to your release, and gave yourselves a couple breathless moments to relish in your mutual pleasure — you’d both return to your usual seats. The same row, yet in the cabin one isle over. Never beside each other. You’d never exchange words, yet you’d exchange small smirks and glances charged with sexual tension. And when he’d reach his destination, which was one stop before yours, he’d spare you one last glance, give you one last smirk, and walk through the exit without looking back.

Maybe it was the air of mystery that hung over everyone in the shroud of the night.

Maybe it was his undeniable attractiveness you noticed from the moment you laid eyes on him.

Or maybe it was because you’d romanticized your nightly train rides from the very start. From the moment you got lost in the sunset’s orange glow, the dusk’s pink and purple hues, and the mesmerizing white light of the rising moon.

Whatever it was, it made something inside of you long for more. For more than stolen glances and shared smirks, for more than scandalous meetups in the washroom of your nightly train. You didn’t know much about Levi other than the fact that he made you feel good, and you knew he was probably fucking you to relieve his stress from whatever work made him so worn out by sunset. But still. You wanted more.

Dare you say, you needed it.

So one night, as he used his hands to explore your body in the tiny washroom compartment of the train, you used yours to covertly slip a tiny piece of paper containing your number into the pocket of his slacks. Although you always relished in the pleasure of your meetups, you made sure to savour every single moment of this one in case it was your last.

But there was something magical about riding the night train that made you feel like it wouldn’t be.

[bokutokoutarou]

— THE NIGHT TRAIN

LEVI ACKERMAN x F!READER NSFW (MODERN AU)

SYNOPSIS - your train rides home become far more intriguing when you start hooking up with the attractive stranger who always sits in the cabin beside yours.

There's something inherently magical about riding a train as sunset merges to nightfall. To sit by the windowsill and watch pink and purple hues emerge in the sky as the orange glow from the sun dims. To get lost in the motion of the rapidly passing trees, to stare at the newly-appeared moon in the sky and wonder in a child-like sense if it's following you. You never imagined you'd be grateful for the fact that your new job required you to work late and take the night train home, yet after two weeks you adopted your nightly train rides as a ritualistic pleasure.

It became even more of a pleasure when he showed up.

He was shorter than most men, yet for what he lacked in height he made up for with a cool disposition that could almost be misread as arrogance. He was easy on the eyes, dark features contrasting his pale skin, and he always wore the same white button down and black slacks — his top shirt button undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He always looked handsome despite his clear and utter exhaustion, which was apparent from the permanent bags under his eyes and the somewhat dishevelled state of his clothes.

You didn’t know who he was. How could you? He was just a stranger with somewhere to go on the same nights and at the same times as you. A stranger who always sat in the same seat on the train, which just so happened to be in the same row as you, yet in the cabin one isle over. You didn’t know why you were so drawn to him. Maybe it was the air of mystery that hung over everyone in the shroud of the night. Maybe it was his undeniable attractiveness you noticed from the moment you laid eyes on him.

Or maybe it was because his eyes always met yours as he took his seat, the fleeting contact making your stomach swirl with a feeling comparable to locking eyes with a schoolyard crush. It was incredibly silly, the fact that you were a young adult with a semi-decent paying job who still got hot and bothered by something as trivial as eye contact. You knew it probably meant nothing. He was probably just looking across the isle to see if it was empty. And it probably meant nothing when he’d look at you again, ten minutes later, sneaking a glance at you up from his laptop screen before resuming whatever he was working on. It was like clockwork. You’d sneak a glance at him, then ten minutes later he’d sneak a glance at you. Glances that probably meant nothing.

At least that's what you assumed until your innocent glances turned into sinful meetings in the tiny washroom at the very back of the train.

There wasn't much space to work with, but that’s what made it all the more exciting. He'd close the door behind him, twisting the lock with a small "click". Then he'd press you up against the sink, his lips exploring your neck to leave works of art for you to admire later, his hands exploring every inch of your body — trailing along your collarbones, down your breasts, moving to your waist before gripping the silhouette of your ass. He'd reach under your skirt and stroke the wetness of your panties with two digits, teasing your clit for a few moments before slipping the garment down your legs.

Your view of him ravishing you in the mirror was more magical than anything you'd see out the window of the train. It was utterly mesmerizing; the way he'd ruin you with such little effort, the way your skin would already be flushed with pleasure within seconds of his touch. He was a stranger, yet your body became a familiar territory for him. He knew every spot to touch, to stroke, to suck in order to elicit your loudest of moans, which he’d silence with a gentle yet firm hand over your mouth.

“What would the other passengers think if they heard you whimper like that?” he’d ask, his voice low and raspy, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel his warm breath creep against your skin. As if contradicting his prior words, he’d move his fingers away from your clit and pump them into your entrance, his fingers curling up to hit the spot that drives you wild. You’d audibly gasp in pleasure. His dominant hand would press deeper against your mouth while he used his other to unbuckle his belt. You’d reach behind you and palm his crotch, feeling his already hardened length bulge against the fabric of his black underwear.

Watching him fuck you in the mirror was always a sight to behold. You’d grip the edges of the sink, your back slightly arched, his hands gripping your waist, his length slamming into you. There was always an insatiable hunger in each of his thrusts. You’d watch his grip on your waist tighten and contort your flesh, his nails dig into your skin in a way that’d feel more pleasurable than painful. You’d get lost in the expression he’d make as his thrusts became more erratic — the way his eyes would almost darken, the way his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted out of his own pleasure. If you weren’t being so loud under the cover of his hand, you’d be able to hear the soft pants escaping his lips as every thrust brought him closer to his own release.

“Levi,” you’d moan his name as you felt yourself getting closer. He’d told you it during your third meeting in the washroom, claiming it was only fair for you to know the name of someone who pleasured you so well. Yet even with the revelation of his name, he was still shrouded in mystery. You didn’t know what he did for a living, or where he was going in the dead of the night. You were reminded of this whenever the train would make a rickety motion along the tracks. You knew his name, and you knew how to pleasure each other, yet that was about it. You were still two strangers. No strings attached.

And after everything’s said and done — after you’ve reached your highs, come to your release, and gave yourselves a couple breathless moments to relish in your mutual pleasure — you’d both return to your usual seats. The same row, yet in the cabin one isle over. Never beside each other. You’d never exchange words, yet you’d exchange small smirks and glances charged with sexual tension. And when he’d reach his destination, which was one stop before yours, he’d spare you one last glance, give you one last smirk, and walk through the exit without looking back.

Maybe it was the air of mystery that hung over everyone in the shroud of the night.

Maybe it was his undeniable attractiveness you noticed from the moment you laid eyes on him.

Or maybe it was because you’d romanticized your nightly train rides from the very start. From the moment you got lost in the sunset’s orange glow, the dusk’s pink and purple hues, and the mesmerizing white light of the rising moon.

Whatever it was, it made something inside of you long for more. For more than stolen glances and shared smirks, for more than scandalous meetups in the washroom of your nightly train. You didn’t know much about Levi other than the fact that he made you feel good, and you knew he was probably fucking you to relieve his stress from whatever work made him so worn out by sunset. But still. You wanted more.

Dare you say, you needed it.

So one night, as he used his hands to explore your body in the tiny washroom compartment of the train, you used yours to covertly slip a tiny piece of paper containing your number into the pocket of his slacks. Although you always relished in the pleasure of your meetups, you made sure to savour every single moment of this one in case it was your last.

But there was something magical about riding the night train that made you feel like it wouldn’t be.

[bokutokoutarou]

did i just have a sudden burst of inspiration and finish a nsfw levi one shot after being inactive for like 2 months?

yes.

[bokutokoutarou]

how they pine/thirst - nsfw

fandom ↬ attack on titan // modern day au

includes ↬ eren, armin, jean, levi, connie, reiner, and porco

tw ↬ nsfw! all characters are 18+

eren: unhealthily. he knows he should stop thinking about you, but he just can't seem to get you out of his head. your presence is an aphrodisiac and all he wants to do is succumb to his desire and fuck you in the way that only he can. his lust is so insatiable, so strong that he has to use every ounce of self-control in his body to stop himself from asking you if you feel the same way. is he the same thing to you as you are to him? he overthinks every single one of his interactions with you to search for signs of you reciprocating his attraction, but there's never a clear answer, and that's what eats away at him the most.

armin: guiltily. you're supposed to be just friends, so why is it that he can't seem to take his eyes off of you? why is he picturing the two of you touching each other — pleasuring each other — in the way that lovers do? although it makes him sick to his stomach with guilt, he'll still pleasure himself to the thought of you because he knows he can't handle his desire any other way. and even though he feels so fucking guilty, and can barely manage to look you in the eyes after a night of touching himself to the thought of you, there's not enough guilt in the world that could make him stop.

jean: jealously. he knows he has no right to be resentful, but he just can't help it. why are you wasting time searching for someone when he's right there? although he feels guilty for thinking it, he firmly believes that no one could treat you better than he could. he'd make sure you knew how worthy of love, how worthy of pleasure you are. god, what he'd give to pleasure you, to be pleasured by you. all he wants is to tell you how he feels, but the thought of admitting it makes him so fucking nervous. although his pining is excruciating, the mere chance of you rejecting him is a million times worse.

levi: unwillingly. he'll do anything but admit to himself that the emotion he feels when he thinks of you is lust. he convinces himself that his preoccupation with you is nothing more than intrusive thoughts fabricated by his brain to distract him — to torment him. the arousal in his pants that comes with the thought of you is merely his body playing tricks on him, and when he cums at the thought of you to relieve his arousal, he tries to convince himself that you merely crossed his mind by coincidence. but deep down the truth nags at him relentlessly. he’s lusting, and a part of him is angry at you for it. how could someone completely and utterly take over his mind without having the slightest clue they’re doing it?

connie: needily. he hates the thought of being desperate, yet when it comes to you that's exactly what he is. he's desperate for your attention, desperate for the forbidden feeling of his dick pounding inside you. you've basically turned him into a horny disaster and it's absolutely not fair because he highly doubts that you see him as anything more than the loud, boisterous, funny friend that makes you laugh. he knows he’s stuck in the friend zone, so he settles for the hugs that you give to all your friends and not just him, settles for stimulating himself to thoughts of you rather than the real thing. he’s needy, yet he settles for craving you rather than actually having you.

reiner: frustratingly. he's so goddamn touch starved, so his desire for you makes his body physically burn. it makes him want to pull out his hair. he could pleasure himself to every possible scenario of being with you — of ravishing you — and it would never be enough. not when he knows he could never have you. why would you ever want to be with someone like him? in what world would you burn for him in the way that he does for you? you romantically and sexually frustrate him to the point where being around you makes him want to explode, and it’s getting to the point where he can’t take it any longer.

porco: conflictingly, at first. he knows he’s attracted to you — that part’s completely undeniable. he fantasizes about all the ways he could fuck you, all the ways he could ruin you, but he believes he’s just “thinking with his dick” and nothing more. but then he catches himself doing things like walking past a restaurant and thinking about how he’d spoil you with the nicest meal on the menu, or driving past a bowling alley and thinking about how much fun you two would have if you went there. and just like that, it all clicks. he’s not just lusting — he’s pining. and the mixture of his desire for your pleasure along with your mere presence is an intoxicating concoction he can’t get enough of.

[bokutokoutarou]

accidental kiss with the aot boys pls with a before and after of the kiss, thanks!

aaah yes i love this! i was gonna write these as hcs, but i got carried away and made short one shots oops. because of the length, i only wrote them for jean, eren, and armin!

accidentally kissing the aot boys

fandom ↬ attack on titan // modern day au

includes ↬ jean, eren, and armin

tw ↬ mentions of alcohol and sexual tension in jean’s

Jean

It’s just supposed to be a simple dare. “Go kiss Jean on the cheek,” Sasha says, just loud enough for you to hear her over the blaring music and chatter of the party you’re at. “Ten bucks says you won’t.”

On any other night, you’d be rational enough to say no. Even if it’s just on the cheek, kissing Jean would only fuel Sasha’s teasing. Ever since she introduced you to him a couple months ago, she’d always joke that she sensed an “intense sexual tension” between you two.

As if.

Sober-you would never willingly give Sasha ammo to tease you with, yet unfortunately for you, you’re not sober. You’re three shots deep — not drunk enough to agree to anything, yet tipsy enough to agree to this.

“Oh yeah?” you say. “Watch me.”

After scanning the room for a couple moments, you see that Jean’s standing in front of the open fridge, likely trying to find another drink. With your eyes on your target, you stand up from your seat on the couch and make your way over to where he is.

Jean doesn’t notice you standing beside him — he’s too focused on staring into the contents of Eren’s messy fridge. You hesitate for a second, almost as if you’ve sobered-up a little and regained your senses. But then you take in the sight of Jean again, and for some reason you’re utterly absorbed in the way his handsome features are illuminated by the fridge’s light in the surrounding darkness, and for some reason, it’s almost like he’s glowing.

You stare at him for a second longer, before you remember what you’re here to do. You put a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself and start to lean in towards his cheek.

“Huh,” Jean hums, seemingly alerted by your hand on his shoulder. He turns his head in your direction just as your lips are only an inch away from where his cheek just was, and only an inch from where his lips are now.

There’s no time to react. Within seconds, your lips are on his. And it’s only seconds before you two have the composure to pull away.

“What the-” Jean stammers as he pulls away to see who kissed him. His eyes flash with an unreadable emotion when he sees it’s you. “What the hell, [Y/N]?” he says. With the help of the fridge’s light, you can see that his cheeks are tinged red. It’s completely unlike his usual confident, suave demeanour, but you can’t even judge him. You probably appear flustered too

“It was an accident! I mean, well, I kinda was trying to kiss you on the cheek, but it was only because-”

Before you can even finish making excuses, you’re interrupted by the feeling of Jean’s lips on yours. And this time, it’s deliberate. You hear the fridge door slam behind you, and you feel his hand trace your jaw before making its way to the back of your head. The “sexual tension” between you and Jean that you’ve denied time and time again is definitely in the air now. It’s always been there.

And just like your kiss, you don't think it's going to end any time soon.

Eren

God he’s so annoying. Entitled, even. If there’s a God, they’re entirely cruel for making Eren Yeager over six feet tall.

“Oh really, I’m annoying?” Eren teases. You sigh, realizing you must’ve muttered your thoughts aloud.

“If you give my book back then you won’t be,” you say, frustration seeping through your voice.

“Never,” he says, still dangling your textbook in the air. “You always do this, y’know.”

“Do what?”

“Invite me out to eat lunch and then start to study halfway through.”

You let out a groan. “Well I, unlike you, chose a major that actually requires me to study.”

“That’s your fault,” Eren shrugs his shoulders. “You’re just like Armin.”

“Oh come on, he’s way worse than me,” you laugh, almost forgetting that you’re angry. Almost. “Look, can you just give it back?”

Eren gives you a small grin. “Absolutely not.”

Moments like this make you wonder why you even invite him out to eat. “Give. It. Back,” you say each word slowly, hoping that he’ll get the hint. At this point, you don’t even care about the book anymore. You just don’t want him to win.

He doesn’t look the least bit fazed or intimidated by you. He stares into your eyes unwaveringly.

“Make me.”

Oh, he did not just pull the “make me” card. You stare into his eyes for a second, which only fuels your determination. You grip the wooden edge of the outdoor table you’re sitting at, standing up on the bench seat. Now you’re the taller one.

Eren, however, is one step ahead of you. He gets up from his seat, now taller than you once more. “Trying to get this?” He taunts you, holding your textbook out of your reach.

You lean towards him, practically grasping at the air. You grip his shoulder so you don’t fall off the bench, and you manage to lean far enough for your other hand to be only inches away from the book.

“Lean any more and you’re gonna fall,” Eren tells you. You can’t tell if he’s taunting you, or cautioning you. You decide that it doesn’t even matter.

You lean a bit more, gripping his shoulder even tighter to balance yourself, and grab onto the book. Before you can even celebrate, or taunt Eren back, you feel your foot slip off the bench.

You fall forwards, pushing Eren onto the grass along with you. In the midst of your descent to the ground, you feel your lips connect with his. Eren’s back hits the ground and your lips are further pressed together as your chests collide.

You lift your lips off of his the very instant you can, but the damage is already done. You’re still laying on top of Eren, and you can’t take back the fact that your lips were on his. Neither of you say anything for a couple seconds, or make any motions to get off of one another. Your heart is beating erratically enough for you to wonder if he can feel it.

“Y’know,” Eren finally starts to speak. He’s slightly out of breath just like you, but he’s just as cocky as always. “If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you didn’t have to make it look like an accident. Coward.”

Part of you wants to slap him. After all, it’d be pretty easy in the position you’re in. But as you stare into his eyes, you can’t deny how good he looks on the ground underneath you. And you certainly can’t deny how good it feels to be on top of him.

Without giving yourself another second to think, you allow your lips to collide with his once more. You feel his hand move to hold the small of your back as your lips dance along with his, yet you don’t let it last as long as it could. You pull away, meeting his emerald green eyes once he opens them.

"Who’s the coward now?"

Armin

You stare at the page of your textbook for much longer than you should be. You can feel the blond male's eyes boring into you, and despite his gentle appearance, you can tell he's judging you for taking so long.

"It's...A?" you hover your pencil over the letter, glancing at your friend for confirmation.

He shakes his head, making you throw yours back in frustration. "B? Is it C?"

"Now you're just guessing, [Y/N]," Armin reproaches.

"I can't help it," you huff, setting your pencil down on the library table. "I'm just...I'm so tired. I should just switch majors or something."

"Don't do that," Armin says. "Then I'll have no one to study with."

You let out a quiet laugh. "As if I'm ever much help."

"Oh please, you're just as smart as me," he tells you. "You did well on our last midterm. It's like you said — you're tired right now, that's all."

You give your friend a small smile, feeling slightly comforted by his words. Somehow, Armin always knows the right thing to say, even if it’s a simple stretch of the truth.

"How about this," Armin continues. "Get this next one right and I'll buy you a coffee to wake you up."

Your eyes light up at his offer. "Oh really?" you give him a small grin. "You're on."

You focus your attention back on your textbook, but any excitement you gained from Armin's offer disappears the moment you read the next question. Somehow, all of the options seem partially correct. It's obvious that the question is trying to trick you, yet you can't figure out what the trick exactly is.

It's like déjà vu. You're taking much longer than you should be, and you can feel Armin's eyes on you. You resist the urge to groan. No matter how long you sit here for, you know it's nothing more than a guessing game at this point. You have a 1/4 chance of getting it right if you guess, and a 25% chance of winning a coffee is an offer that's hard to pass up.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you don't notice Armin leaning towards you to whisper something in your ear, likely trying to give you a hint. You turn your head to face his direction and guess the letter "C", yet you don't even have the opportunity to speak. In a split second, your lips accidentally mesh with his.

You feel your heart jump in your chest, not processing anything that's happening other than the fact that your lips are on his. His lips ... they're soft, taste faintly of honey, and are definitely not supposed to be on yours right now.

You both pull away, slightly stunned.

"I, uh, I..." Armin stammers, his cheeks tinged pink. For someone who always knows the right thing to say, he seems to be at a loss for words now.

Not knowing what to say, you say the first thing that pops into your mind.

"It's C! The answer's C!" you proclaim in a much louder voice than is admissible in a library.

Armin's eyes bore into yours for a moment, his expression almost unreadable. But then you see the corners of his lips curve upwards. He's smiling...no, now he's laughing.

You start to laugh with him — much louder than is appropriate for a library, yet neither of you seem to care. At this point, any rules — any boundaries, even — have vanished.

And even though it's unspoken as he buys you a coffee and continues to study with you, you can tell that something between you two has changed in the best way possible.

[bokutokoutarou]

⁀➷ alessia (or alex). 20. she/her. bi. multifandom writing blog

AOT M.LIST HAIKYUU M.LIST GENSHIN M.LIST

⁀➷ recents works

dating the genshin men

surprise me (diluc x reader)

the night train (levi x reader nsfw)

how they pine/thirst (nsfw)

accidentally kissing the aot boys

⁀➷ I will no longer be writing on this account anymore. Thank you to everyone who made writing on here such a positive and fun experience!

[bokutokoutarou]

hi do u take aot requests rn??

yup!

sorry for the late answer. i just finished my first year of uni and have the summer off now (yay)! i’ve been gone for a while to finish up exams + move into my new place, but i’m back :)

[bokutokoutarou]

IS THAT???? ALEX???? OMG HIIII I MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH

DEDE BESTIE HI !! HOW ARE U?? HOW IS EVERYTHING?? aaaaah i missed u too so feel free to slide into my dms whenever u want and we can talk lmao

[bokutokoutarou]

hello!!! Do you take requests? 👀 your writing is amazing and I ✨just✨ finished watching all of AOT. Your dating headcannon was FIIIRRREEEE, and I just think that a headcannon bout the crew shmoking shmeed together would be great

omg thank u!! and yes, i’m starting to take fic/hc/drabble suggestions for aot! as someone who has smoked before, i shall deliver! i’m gonna write this for the s4 paradis island crew, but imma exclude historia bc i personally can’t see her trying it

smoke sesh w/ the season 4 aot crew

fandom ↬ attack on titan // modern day au

includes ↬ aged up eren, armin, mikasa, jean, sasha, and connie

tw ↬ smoking🍃, cursing

connie is definitely the group’s plug. there’s no doubt about it. he’s lowkey highkey a weed snob bc he’s so adamant that the weed he gives the group is the best weed around. he's literally so foolish istg

he and sasha are the snack shoppers of the group, but they take so fucking long every single time bc sasha can never decide what she wants. EVER. she always fills the cart up to the BRIM with junk food, forcing connie to use up the small ounce of responsibility he has to tell her to put some stuff back bc they’re too broke for that shit

they literally have the group (literally just jean and eren) blowing their phones up with calls, voicemails, and texts telling them to “hurry the hell up😤😡!”

^^they literally send their messages exactly like that i hate them so much LMAO

connie always provides the group with joints, edibles, and a bong (once again because he’s “the best plug ever”). he literally refuses to host a smoke sesh without bringing all 3. he truly believes that he's some kind of "versatile king" because of it lmfao

jean uses his own bong for two reasons — partly because he’s used to it, but mostly because he likes to be an ass and announce to the group before every smoke sesh that he REFUSES to put his mouth on the same bong that eren does

he’s literally so fucking stupid i hate him ahsjshsjj

although eren enjoys taking hits from the group’s main bong, he prefers to smoke joints. after he inhales the smoke, he’ll immediately pass it over to mikasa and she’ll take a hit if she’s up to it

YES mikasa occasionally smokes, but she honestly never thought she would. when the group had their first smoke sesh, she tagged along “just to watch!!!”. and she did for the most part, until eren put his joint near her lips in an offering motion and asked her if she wanted to try it. she just couldn’t resist

she likes the way it helps her relax. she also revels in the fact that her lips are touching the same joint that eren’s has but she will NEVER admit it

also, if it isn’t obvious already, jean gets so fucking jealous that eren and mikasa share joints LMFAO. sometimes he’ll ask her if she wants to take a hit from his bong, but she’ll always politely refuse, to which he’ll play it cool and say “all good all good” when it is NOT in fact all good, and he is internally deteriorating ahsjhsjdhs

armin surprisingly has no issues or hesitations about smoking. during the group’s first smoke sesh, they invited him over thinking he’d just hang out and watch (like they thought mikasa would)

of course, everyone was SHOCKED when he said “thank u so much for bringing all this stuff, connie 😁😁 can’t wait to try it 🤲🏻 !!” lmfao everyone was literally like excuse me sir HUH???

he ended up taking a fat ass rip off the bong and was literally gagging and choking bc of all the smoke inhalation LMFAO. after that experience, he definitely prefers joints and edibles

the thing with armin is that although he’s fine with smoking, he gets hella paranoid while he’s high. like, they’ll all be smoking and he’ll look out the window and say “guys look at that man over there, i think he’s watching us👀!!” even though it’s literally pitch black outside and the man in question is legit just sitting on a bench playing on his phone LMAO

mikasa tries to calm him down but he’s so fucking insistent about it and will literally peep out the window like this🕵️🪟every five minutes to make sure no one is watching

jean, connie, and sasha literally have ZERO sympathy for him and will just break out into laughter every time they see him run to the window LMAO it’s honestly so tragic

sasha and connie usually end up getting the highest out of everyone in the group. although connie prefers taking hits from his bong, he’ll sometimes share a joint with sasha or have an edible as well. of course, sasha’s preferred method of getting high is feasting on connie’s edibles. connie literally has to stop her from eating them all and tell her to “leave some for the rest of us or you’re gonna make yourself sick!”, which HAS happened multiple times

nah it honestly happens ALL the time lmao

all in all, even though every time they get high together is lowkey a disaster, they always hit each other up every saturday night and do it all over again

[bokutokoutarou]

i have the strongest urge to uber eats a cold starbucks drink to my dorm but it’s literally 10:00 at night in the winter and i’ll look so fucking stupid if someone sees me lmfao

[bokutokoutarou]

picturing levi as a dad gives me so many emotions and all of them are so bittersweet and painful

like just the thought of levi, isabel, and farlan raising this baby is bringing me to fucking tears i literally can’t do this goodbye😭✋🏻

Red Winter - Levi Ackerman x Daughter!Reader

Summary | Levi Ackerman is not fond of people. That being said, with a daughter in tow, he must learn who to trust if he wants both of you to make it out alive. Just long enough so he can see you grow up

A/N | this is not LEVI X READER as in ROMANTIC!! IT IS STRICTLY FAMILIAL

*this is going to be a multi-part series!! Keep an eye out for part 2!!

**Im thinking of adding Eren x reader to this?? Not sure tho

Levi became a father young.

At the age of 19, a one night stand resulted in accidental pregnancy, and when the girl found out at two weeks, she decided she wanted nothing to do with the baby, as her parents would disown her for getting pregnant so young

and with a man she barely knew

Levi agreed to raise the child on his own; so when you were born, you were dumped on your father and your biological mother never spoke with Levi again

Levi had no idea how to raise a baby.

By some God given miracle, or perhaps just fatherly instinct, he managed to keep you alive.

at the age of 21, He had 2 companions who helped care for you, and who were the only other people to know of your existence beside your father

They weren’t allowed to hold you or be near you unless Levi was also in the room, but they cooed over your chubby cheeks and loved you like older siblings all the same

Running a crime ring with Farlan and Isabel certainly got him enough money to buy you food and keep a roof over your head, but it was never enough to get you a home on the surface like he wished

Until he was offered a job, which led to him being cornered by the Survey Corps

When Erwin Smith offered him a position in the Survey Corps and to be cleared of their crimes, as opposed to what could be a life sentence, he knew he couldn’t rot in jail and leave you alone

Or worse; be put in a home that wasn’t with him.

“She’s almost 2, you know.”

“Hm?”

“My daughter. What will happen to her if I agree to join you?”

Erwin knew by the look of him, Levi wouldn’t agree to any options that separated him from you

“We can house her with you and the other scouts, if you’d prefer. But I’m not sure how the other men housing with you would handle a baby.”

That was a good enough answer for Levi. He wouldn’t let you go anywhere he couldn’t follow

Your 2nd birthday came and went as he, Farlan, and Isabel were stationed at a cantonment somewhere between Trost and Ragako

the other scouts quickly learned how strange of a child you really were. You didn’t cry or fuss very much–which they were thankful for, but you stared

a lot.

You would be sat off to the side while Levi went through what the other scouts called “training”. For him it was nothing more than a breeze

However, your eyes stayed glued to him at all times

It freaked out some of the other scouts–unnerved them, even–how a 2 year old had a stare so intense

Hange was easily fascinated by you and your odd behavior, rambling on about how toddlers are normally very hyperactive and tend to be very loud and/or whiny, But as long as you could at least see your father, you remained quiet and content

The only thing was your stare

Levi was easily very protective of you, not letting anyone touch or hold you (Especially not Hange. That woman was too rowdy)

When time came for the 23rd expedition, Levi hounded the housewives responsible for watching you while he was gone; He made the message very clear you were to be kept clean, safe, and happy

And you were :)

By the time he returned, he had been so disheartened he just silently took you back to the barracks without saying a word to the housewives

That night he hugged your tiny body into his side and cried alone in his bunk

Coming to trust Erwin had been… a process. But by the time your were 5 he trusted Erwin enough to let him hold you

Erwin sat you on his shoulders, and you got so excited about being up so high up you talked the scouts’ ears off for six hours

Levi didn’t let him hold you after that.

Erwin did it again anyway.

When you were 8, Levi finally let you ride on the horses with him when they traveled between cities, as long as they weren’t on an expedition

Whenever they left the walls, you stayed at an estate in the interior with Erwin’s wife, Louissa

You were a shy kid, keeping all your excited, happy, jittery emotions to yourself, but being around Erwin’s bubbly wife was like being on a sugar high

She let you play so long you tired yourself out–which didn’t happen very often growing up around hardass military men

But growing up around soldiers taught you to harden your exterior, to not let anything get under your skin, even if you were a bit sensitive. They taught you what soldiers were made of

When wall Maria fell, you were 10

You stayed with Erwin’s wife for a week, not seeing Levi once while he did what he could during the tragedy.

Not even Louissa could raise your spirits.

As the world fell apart around you, Levi became just the slightest bit distant, and you didn’t fail to notice it

He was trying to protect you from the death and despair he carried with him, he didn’t want you to see how soulless he felt every time he returned from wall Maria

He knew how compassionate you were

So kind, hearing about the casualties would no doubt tear you apart

You certainly had more soul than he did, he thought

When you turned 12, you told him you wanted to join the scouts, like him

You’d known how much you wanted to join the Survey Corps for years, just seeing how hard they all trained and fought to protect children like you–children who did nothing and knew nothing of the horrors beyond the walls

You knew nothing about titans either, you’d never seen one in person. but you wanted to put your heart on the line like the soldiers you grew up with

Erwin, Hange, Levi’s new squad, they had a feeling you wanted to join the scouts but they never expected you to actually tell your dad. To his face. In the middle of the mess hall, no less.

“I want to join the scouts!” You came out with it, somehow, and instantly the entire mess hall got quiet. What little courage you had gathered instantly vanished.

“No way.”

You and Levi talked about everything, never any secrets between the two of you, but this was something else

In the end, the two of you only had each other, and a decision like this he didn’t want to consider no matter how much he felt it coming

It took forever, a lot of arguing, but eventually he agreed to let you go, as long as you joined his squad after graduating so he could protect you

2 years after the fall of Wall Maria, you set off to join the scouts in what would be the 104th Cadet Corps

Keep reading