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[alickerman]

I have a request... Could you make some head cannons of how Levi would treat their lover if their lover had an eating disorder, specifically Anorexia... How he would find out, How he would treat them, How he would react + the ugly parts like getting angry at Levi when he tries to feed their lover

Pretty please? I love your posts!

(sorry for my bad English)

Levi Ackerman x Reader with Anorexia – Headcanons

♡ Since Levi is very attentive to details and meticulous, I would expect him to be one of the first to notice your condition. An almost untouched plate of food, you saying “I'm not hungry,” or when you do eat but then head straight to the restroom.

♡ He probably won't press you, but simple observe, “You haven't eaten again”. With this knowledge, he will often bring you tea in the hope that you will at least agree to drink it.

♡ My thought is that he will actually be a bit freaked out when he finds out, although he won't show it. What should be done? How can one support someone in this situation? The idea of offering emotional support was immediately dismissed, as he knows that his words are likely to make situations worse, given his struggle to find the right ones.

♡ Instead, he will simply be there for you. He will listen to you over a cup of tea and offer as much support as he can, accompanying you during lunch. He would ask his fellow soldiers to find out your favorite food and would occasionally bring it to you.

♡ Levi himself is a man on the brink. He suffers from insomnia, nightmares, and physical pain from old wounds. He is exhausted, but he will never let you feel that you are “too much of a burden.” After all, he is ready to sacrifice a lot for someone dear to him.

♡ He makes you tea at 4 a.m., even though he hasn't slept for two days. “I'm used to not sleeping. You're more important.”

♡ Although words of love do not come easily to him, he is aware of how important they are to you. That is why throughout the day, Levi may simply say, “You look good,” “Your hair looks really nice today,” or “That shirt really suits you.” He strives to be a better person for you.

♡ He hardly ever shows any anger, so if you snap at him after he tries to help, there's a chance he could snap back and make a hurtful comment. Afterward, though, he'll definitely apologize. The thing is, he's mad at himself for not knowing a way to help you — and he feels like he's somehow to blame for what's been going on with you.

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hi! i saw that you’re taking requests atm! i was wondering if i could request a levi x fem!reader one shot? i was thinking maybe one where reader kinda resembles levi’s mom, and because of that levi’s softer around her and is constantly admiring her beauty. one day when reader catches levi staring at her, she asks him why he’s always giving her that look and then he explains why, which leads to reader asking him to tell her more stories about his mom?

“Shadows of Her”

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Warnings: flashbacks, mentions of Levi's childhood

You catch his gaze again. It seems like the tenth time today. He sits in the chair, hands on his knees, his back straight as a string. Yet in his eyes — there’s no coldness. No, it’s something else. Soft. Almost tender.

This has been going on for a while, since you joined Levi’s elite squad. The moment he saw you, something in his gaze changed for a split second before returning to his usual serious look.

At meetings, he watched you closely, though trying to be discreet; at dinner, he sat closer to you, silently observing and listening to everything you said, even if it was small things like the gossip you heard yesterday.

He likes when you talk. Levi has always been ready to listen to you and seemed to ask as many follow-up questions as possible just to keep hearing you. You found it strange but didn’t give it much thought.

Sometimes it felt like Levi wasn’t just looking at you but trying to find something familiar in you — something from a distant past he rarely allows himself to remember. His gaze lacked judgment or the cold distance he usually wraps around everything. There was a vulnerability hidden deep inside.

You noticed how he slightly relaxed when you were nearby, and how each of your smiles seemed to soften his armor a little. But Levi himself never spoke of it aloud, leaving these moments to himself.

One rainy evening, you sat alone in the empty dining hall, watching the rain drip off the leaves of the trees. Your mood was a bit off, and you wanted to be quiet for a while. Soon, however, you heard quiet but confident footsteps. Someone stopped by the table and silently placed a cup of hot tea in front of you. Levi. Only he brewed tea like this; you remembered the scent of bergamot.

You lifted your gaze — he was standing, eyes slightly lowered, as if trying to decide whether to stay or leave. In this rare moment, his protective armor seemed a bit thinner, and you felt that he too was seeking calm.

“You look tired,” he finally said, his voice quieter than usual, almost uncertain. “You’ve been sitting alone for a long time.”

You nodded, taking a sip of the tea. It was warm and soothing, as if Levi himself wanted to pass some of his inner calm to you.

"Yeah, training wasn't easy today," you answered quietly, watching his movements.

A heavy silence settled between you. Levi rarely initiated conversations, and you weren’t sure what to say—though it seemed like he already had something on his mind.

“Your fingers are graceful, like hers,” the man added quietly, sitting across from you and looking at your hands that were holding his cup of tea. “And there’s something in the tone of your voice that echoes hers—a calm warmth I haven’t heard in a long time.”

He spoke softly, as if afraid his words might break the fragile silence between you. He was afraid to open up, to talk about himself, and even more so about life in the place he called hell.

“My mother...” he faltered, clutching the cup in his hands, “always knew how to find peace in simple things. In tea, in books, in the way people looked outside the window.”

You felt something deeper in his voice — a memory filled with warmth and sadness at the same time. For the first time in a long while, Levi allowed himself to be vulnerable, and it made your heart beat faster. He had a hard time collecting his thoughts, so you didn't interrupt him.

“That’s why you look at me like…?” you asked softly, searching for the right words. “Do I… remind you of her in some way?”

Levi gave a faint nod, his eyes drifting down to the cup of tea cradled in his hand, lost in thought.

“You don’t just resemble her,” he looked up and met your eyes, “you have her strength and her gentleness. That’s why I can’t find it in myself to be angry at you, even when you do foolish, stupid things.”

You stayed silent, afraid that if you spoke, he’d shut down again.

“When I was little,” he began, “mom always knew how to calm me, even when there was chaos all around. Her hands... they were strong, but gentle. And she always knew when to be silent and when to speak.”

You listened, feeling Levi’s voice growing warmer. It seemed he was weaving into his words something more — memories he rarely shared with anyone.

“Tell me about her,” you finally asked, “I want to know more.”

Levi hesitated for a moment, then began to speak, diving into the world of his childhood memories.

“She was different,” he began, as if carefully choosing each word. “Not like most women in the Underground. She never complained or looked for easy ways. She fought all her life so that I could survive.”

You nodded softly, absorbing his story, which only a few people know about.

“She was very quiet. Almost never shouted or cried in front of me. Even when it was hard, she tried not to show weakness. But I always felt her care, even in little things. In how she fixed my collar or softly stroked my hair before sleep.”

He paused for a moment, and you heard a slight sadness in his voice.

“She didn’t fit in the Underground at all, she was too kind, always smiling despite where she worked and how rude the clients were. She always came back to me with a smile on her face, as if everything was fine and she wasn’t hurt in every way possible.”

As you began to glimpse the man behind the stoic facade, his story caught you off guard—so different from what you expected. A quiet sadness settled over you, but beneath it was a strange warmth, knowing he had chosen to let you in and share this part of himself.

“I don’t know what she looked like exactly, but you resemble her. In how you care, how quietly you listen,” you said, looking into his eyes.

Levi looked away for a second, then answered:

“She was still better than me. Much better.”

He raised his eyes and looked straight at you, and at that moment you felt not just words — but a rare sincerity that Levi seldom showed anyone.

“Then let’s become better together,” you offered, your words filled with genuine determination.

Levi nodded, allowing himself to smile for the first time in a long while — a small but sincere gesture that said more than a thousand words.

“Thank you for letting me be weak next to you,” he added almost in a whisper.

You smiled back and reached out your hand — not just to offer support, but to show that this moment mattered to both of you.

“Then stay with me as you are. That’s enough for me.”

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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." Hahahah cope harder because literally every popular x Reader has Levi with a skinny perfect gorgeous girl for a reason. Not this crap peddled by ugly girls who think a perfect man would look their way!

It's interesting that you speak so confidently on behalf of a fictional character, as if you've personally met him. Headcanons are a personal perception of a character, and everyone is free to see it in their own way. The fact that most popular fanfics write about “idealized” girls speaks not to Levi, but to the standards that society imposes even in fictional stories.

You can continue to believe in clichéd fantasy fanfics where the main character is always the perfect looking girl/boy, but I'm not keen on fitting character portrayals to standards dictated by external insecurities. My headcanon is my interpretation of the character, and it doesn't have to coincide with your visions.

And if you're bothered by a fantasy in which Levi loves a person with imperfections, that's your internal conflict, not mine.

[alickerman]

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all your requests and messages — I really appreciate your ideas and enthusiasm! I’m a bit busy right now, but I’ll get to answering and writing for all of you as soon as I have some time.

Thanks for your patience and support! Take care ^^

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hii i love your page sm, you write levi extremely realistically! if possible, i wanted to ask if we could see how it would be if levi had gotten into an argument with reader? starting from how it begins and ends, thank you! 💕🪽⚔️

The argument with Levi after the mission

(thanks for the request and I love the idea!)

Levi rarely picks fights. He considers it a waste of time, nerves and energy, and even the soldiers can see the captain's mood by one look and realize when it is better not to mess with him.

But sometimes even the tough captain's temper falters. Today's mission was shit, his horse didn't listen to him for some reason, some soldiers were careless, you didn't check in after the mission and went to rest in the shared room with other soldiers. Which pissed Levi off.

Before long, he was already at the door of your room and led you out into the hallway to have a talk. You could tell that the conversation was not going to be pleasant by his body language.

"Where the hell were you?"

You blinked. "What do you mean? I was with the squad—"

"You didn’t report in. No word. Nothing. You could’ve been—" He cut himself off, eyes flicking to the floor.

“I didn’t realize I had to check in every time I walked through the damn gates.”

“I had no idea where you were for over three hours. You weren’t listed in the return manifest and your horse came back without you.”

“I fell off,” you muttered. “Got picked up by Moblit’s squad. We were behind. It wasn’t that serious.”

“Fell off?” His voice rose for the first time. “You fell off and didn’t think that maybe, just maybe, someone would give a shit?”

You froze mid-motion.

“Levi—”

“I thought you were dead. You think I didn’t search the perimeter? Think I didn’t check every corpse that came back just to make sure it wasn’t you?”

You turned slowly, irritation mixing with guilt. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“No. You didn’t,” he said. “But I did it anyway.”

Silence pulsed between you for a beat too long.

“You’re being dramatic.”

His eyes snapped to you. “Don’t do that. Why does everyone think I don't care? That I don't feel anything? Does anyone even give a shit about my feelings? Even you seem to be of the same opinion.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you said, quieter now.

“Then what did you mean?” His tone wasn’t angry anymore. It was bitter. “Because from where I’m standing, it sounds like you’d rather I didn’t care.”

You swallowed, suddenly too tired to keep arguing. “I’m just… tired, Levi. I didn’t think. I didn’t have the energy to report in. I wanted a shower, not a fight.”

“Well, congratulations,” he said coldly. “You got both.”

“You could have just said you were worried about me.”

“I am saying it,” he said, not turning around. “But you’re not listening.” He turned around finally, eyes dark and tired. “I’ve lost too many people without warning. Don’t make me add you to that list.”

Something in your chest cracked. You reached for his hand.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He let you hold it.

“I won't make that mistake again,” you promised and noticed Levi's shoulders relax slightly, as he began to cool down.

“I'll believe you this time,” he replied quietly, looking up at you through his gray, tired eyes. “Otherwise I'll make you run laps until you collapse from exhaustion next time,” he added quietly with a small frown on his face.

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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 :)

[alickerman]

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.”

[alickerman]

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!

[alickerman]

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.

[alickerman]

Do you have a masterlist?🥹🫶

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

[alickerman]

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.”

[alickerman]

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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Sorry for spamming your account lmao... I'm in love with your Headcanons!!!!!!

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).