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Levi doesn’t care about stretch marks. Or acne scars. Or if your stomach isn’t flat, or your thighs touch, or your skin has texture. None of it matters to him.

You could point to every so-called “flaw” in the mirror and he'd just look at you, expression unreadable. Then, with that flat tone of his, he’d say something like, "Tch. Are you done wasting time?" "You think I give a damn about that?"

Because he’s not in love with a filtered version of you. He’s in love with you. The real, quiet, breathing, messy, beautiful you.

Levi has seen the worst in people—their ugliest moments, their pain, their failures. So the idea that a scar, or a pimple, or a few extra pounds could change how he feels about someone? It’s laughable to him.

He’s not the type to shower you in compliments or flowery reassurances, but his comfort is quiet and steady. He’ll run his fingers over your stretch marks without blinking. Kiss your acne-ridden cheeks like they’re the softest skin he’s ever known. Hold your waist like it fits perfectly in his hands—because it does.

To him, none of those things are flaws. They’re just part of you. And he doesn’t love around them—he loves you with them. Completely. Unconditionally. Quietly.

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hi do you take requests?

Hi! Yes, I do take requests :)

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Barista!Levi Headcanons

Levi works at a tiny indie coffee shop downtown, and honestly? He’s the worst at customer service — but everyone keeps coming back anyway, because his drinks are the best.

✿ What idiot came up with the idea of ​​writing names on cups? Levi thought so, so instead he just shouts the customer's name, frowning as they take their drink.

✿ Ask for anything complicated like a frappuccino or a pumpkin spice latte, and you’ll get a flat “We don’t do that here. If you want this nonsense, then go to the cafe across the street, it's not my specialty.”

As you can see, he is not a fan of these confusing drinks, he thinks that only espresso is coffee, and the rest is complete nonsense.

✿ Grammar errors in your order? Prepare to be publicly shamed. “‘Expresso’ isn’t a thing. That’s not a drink. That’s your IQ dropping.” They never returned.

✿ The café is spotless—immaculately so. No matter how many surprise inspections came his way, everything was always in pristine condition. You’d never catch a single smudge on the cups or plates; he meticulously polishes each one by hand. It’s more than just a habit—it’s a ritual.

✿ But here’s a secret: on the cups of people he actually likes, he doodles tiny cats or flowers when no one’s watching. Denies it every time. One morning, you get your usual and there’s a little cat yawning with three Z’s floating above it.

“You looked tired,” he mutters, not meeting your eyes. “Thought it matched.”

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Hi! Just wanted to swing by and say that I am loving your head canon series! They’re so fun!😄

That seriously makes me so happy to hear — thank you!! Appreciate you taking the time to say that!

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Levi would be the type of neighbor who vacuums at 7:00 a.m. sharp. Not 6:59. Not 7:01. 7:00. Exactly. Every. Single. Sunday.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a holiday. It doesn’t matter if the world is ending. At 7:00 a.m., that vrrrrrrrr starts humming through the building like an alarm from hell.

Were there complaints? Yes. Absolutely. The guy in 241 filed a noise complaint. The woman in 264 tried to guilt-trip him by saying it woke her baby.

Levi’s response?

“It’s not against the law.” Door shuts.

Eventually, you just had to put up with it. The walls are thin. Your earplugs are useless. And honestly… You kind of started to schedule your weekends around it. Like, okay. Levi is vacuuming = time to get your life together. Or at least do your laundry.

One time, you left a sticky note on his door that just said: “Do you have to vacuum the hallway too???” The next day, you found a little packet of floor wipes on your welcome mat. “Then use it if you're so smart,” the note read.

You still don’t know if he hates you or respects you. Maybe both.

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Do you have a masterlist?🥹🫶

Hi anon! No, I don't have a masterlist yet, but I plan to make one soon :)

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I think Levi would be the type of person who would reply to most messages with one sticker - thumbs up. He thinks it saves a lot of time. Levi’s thumbs up is basically his ultimate “message received” — no nonsense, no extra words. It’s Levi’s way of being efficient and affectionate, in his own gruff style.

Mon, May 25

You: Don’t forget to buy bread after work.

Levi: 👍

Wed, May 27

You: The sink is leaking again. Can you fix it this weekend?

Levi: 👍

Fri, May 29

You: Good morning! Don’t forget your umbrella, it’s raining.

Levi: 👍

Sat, May 30

You: Do you want to watch that new movie on Monday?

Levi: 👍

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He’ll scoff when you bend down to kiss his cheek. He’ll mutter a dry “Tch. Get out of my face.”

But here’s the truth: Levi loves tall people. He loves you. And your height? Yeah, he loves that too, but won't show it. He will always look incredibly annoyed and pretend that it pisses him off, but deep down he finds it quite sexy.

He will pull you down by your shirt collar when he really wants a kiss — grumbling something about you “being too damn far.” He will pretend your long legs are “annoying” when you walk too fast. He will complain that his neck hurts because he has to lift his head every time to look into your eyes.

But behind that usual glare? He loves it.

He loves the way your height makes you stand out in a room.

Loves how your hugs wrap fully around him, like a shield.

He’ll act grumpy, sure. But Levi will always find a way to reach you. And even if you are much taller than him, it will not stop him.

Your typical conversation would look like:

Y/N: “You called me a walking tree yesterday.” Levi: “A very attractive tree. Shut up and bend down.” Y/N: “So you do like my height?” Levi: “...Tch. Shut up and get down here, I want to kiss you.”

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Y/N: “Okay. How did you do it?”

Levi: “Do what.”

Y/N: “These.” You open the box, revealing the earrings. “I saw them in a shop window for maybe five seconds. I didn’t say a word. You weren’t even looking at me.”

Levi: “You looked at them for two seconds longer than anything else that day.”

Y/N: “…That doesn’t explain anything.”

Levi: “I saw the way your eyes stayed on them. That’s your 'I want it but I’m not gonna say it' face. Then you walked away lost in thought for about 10 minutes.”

Y/N: “…You were watching me that closely?”

Levi: “One look was enough.”

Y/N: “You didn’t have to—”

Levi: “Put them on, I'm sure they'll fit you. I didn’t get them so you could forget about them.”

Y/N: "…You’re unbelievable."

Levi: “The only important thing is that I ended up seeing a smile on your face.”

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your Levi works give me so much life!!! they’re so accurate and good and your writing style - *chefs kiss* thank you for feeding us!! ❤️

Ahh stop you're gonna make me emotional :,) thanks for reading and for being so sweet!! It means more than you know!

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Oh, thank you so much! For a long time I hesitated to write posts because I wasn’t confident in myself, so this really means a lot to me! ^^

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He doesn’t mean to bring you up in every conversation. He really doesn’t. But the entire squad has taken silent bets on how fast he’ll mention you — and it’s never longer than five minutes..

Someone’s complaining about the cold? Levi, arms crossed, deadpan: “Tch. Y/N said that too. Wears two pairs of socks now like it’s going to fix anything. And steals my blanket at night.”

Someone offers him a cup of tea. He accepts it with a grunt. Then, without thinking: “Y/N puts the leaves in after the water. Keeps the bitterness down.”

Sasha tries to sneak something spicy into the stew. Levi eyes her flatly. “Y/N doesn’t like that much pepper. And don't you dare add sesame seeds, Y/N is allergic to it.”

Erwin once asked him about his plans for a free day. Levi blinked. Thought. “…Y/N was talking about going to that market in Trost. Might go.”

Sometimes it’s just… you.

“Y/N’s likes lilies.”

“Y/N saw this in a dream once and called it a bad omen.”

“I need to see where Y/N is.”

Like you live rent-free in his head (you do).

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Levi would never plan to confess. Not because he doesn’t feel it—he feels it constantly—but because words like “I love you” feel useless to him. They're soft, slippery things that don’t hold the weight of everything he wants to protect you from.

One day, it’s just been too much. A failed mission. Another loss. Blood on his hands that won't wash off, no matter how hard he scrubs. You’re there again, always there, quietly putting the world back in place around him.

You find him sitting alone in his office, hunched over reports, half of them stained with ink and the other half unreadable because of how hard he’d pressed the pen.

“You should be resting,” you say gently.

He doesn’t even look up. “So should you.”

He is tired and irritated, you can see it in his eyes, his furrowed brows and the way he writes the report. He’s quiet. Too quiet. You start organizing the scattered papers, not saying anything — just being there. That’s all he ever lets you do, really. Be there.

You always saw his gaze — studying, cold, but worried every time they were on a mission, how he always got angry when you helped him out there, risking your life every time.

“Stop taking care of me.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

He finally looks up. His eyes are sharp, tired, storm-colored.

“I didn’t ask you to do any of this. I’m not your problem.”

“You don’t have to be alone, Levi. You don’t have to carry everything.”

He grits his teeth, his jaw tight. “I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

Your heart tightens. “Why do you always push me away when I care about you?”

He slams a fist on the table, frustration cracking through his usual calm. “I don’t need anyone! Especially not you, always getting in my way.”

You step closer, voice softening but firm. “You don’t have to—”

He turns toward you, eyes fierce but tired. Then, before he can stop himself, words spill out — sharper, angrier, but somehow betraying everything he’s trying to hide:

“I fucking love you, and I don't want to lose another person dear to me! Everyone around me is dying and I don't want you to be one of them!”

Silence.

He realizes what he said a moment too late. He freezes. Hands still. Breath held.

He doesn’t look at you. He just mutters something like “Forget it” under his breath, brushing past you like it was nothing.

But you stop him — hand on his arm, gentle, grounding.

“… did you mean it?”

He doesn’t answer right away. But he doesn’t pull away either.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be this afraid of losing you.”

That’s the closest you’ll ever get to a love confession from him. And it’s so much more than enough.

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Since Paradise was based on Germany, I thought about how Levi would speak German.

Everyone in the Corps speaks German — it’s just the way of the world. But somehow, when Levi speaks, it hits different.

It’s not just his voice — low, steady, always controlled — it’s the way he says things. Crisp consonants. Sharp Rs. That signature bite to his words, like every sentence is a blade honed just enough to cut through bullshit.

And don’t even get started on when he curses. Half the Corps could hide hearing Levi Ackerman mutter “verdammt” under his breath after an intense meeting. There’s a bite in his voice when he’s annoyed — sharp, fast, and cold enough to freeze the air around him.

You don’t tell him it’s attractive. You just lean in a little closer when he speaks, like maybe you’ll hear something just for you in the way he says it.

And God help you if you ever hear him speak your name in German — full name, low and slow, almost like a threat. Or a promise.

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Levi doesn’t do jealousy. At least that’s what he says.

Levi doesn’t throw fits. He doesn’t do the possessive arm grab or start fights. No, he goes quiet.

You’re laughing at something Jean said, and Levi catches it across the mess hall. His eyes narrow for a split second, then he goes back to sipping his tea like nothing happened. Except now he’s completely silent. No remarks, no sarcasm — not even his usual disapproving “tsk.”

Later, poor Jean finds himself mysteriously reassigned to latrine duty. For the entire week. He swears he didn’t mess up. He swears it’s unfair.

“He looked like he had too much free time.” — that's all Levi said.

And yet, later that night, he pulls you closer in bed than usual. Doesn’t say a word. Just holds you like someone who’s scared of losing something.

The next morning you find a cup of hot black tea on your desk.

But Jean’s still on toilet duty.

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if Levi lived in the modern world, he’d open a browser, type “google,” click Google, and then type his question.

You tell him he could’ve just typed it in right away.

He looks you dead in the eye and says: “that’s how they track you.”

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Most people know Levi doesn’t sleep much—two, maybe three hours at most.

In the Underground, sleep was a risk. You don't rest too deeply unless you’re willing to not wake up. That survival instinct never left him. And when he joined the Survey Corps, rest became a luxury you couldn’t afford. Sleep got people killed.

The nightmares started the day his mother died, and they only got worse. Every loss, every failure, every blood-soaked memory added weight to a mind already carrying too much.

Peace doesn’t heal everything. It doesn’t erase the screams of dying comrades, the sound of blades breaking, the feel of blood soaking through his clothes. It doesn’t touch the guilt of surviving when everybody he loved are dead.

Kushel. Kenny. Isabel. Furlan. Petra. Oluo. Erwin. Hange. All of them. Again and again.

Some nights, he doesn’t even try. Just sits in the dark, drinking black tea gone cold, staring at the wall like it’s trying to tell him something. Other nights, Levi sleeps for a while—only to bolt upright, drenched in sweat, heart pounding like he’s still on a battlefield.

He never talks about it. If you ask, he just says, "I'm fine." But you see it anyway: the untouched side of the bed, the laundry folded at 3 am, all the paperwork is done, the way he flinches when you touch his shoulder too suddenly in the dark.

Your presence brings some comfort. Maybe it softens the edges of his silence. Maybe it reminds him that he’s not completely alone. But the nightmares don’t stop.

They’ve been with Levi for most of his life. And no matter how much light you bring into the room, some shadows just don’t leave.

Perhaps one night, after another nightmare, he won't hold back and will cry in front of you for the first time because he is tired of everything, of the memories, of the nightmares, but you will not discuss it ever again, as if it never happened.