#levi ackerman hcs

[starrylevi]

Obsessed with the idea that people forget you have Captain Levi’s heart until they see him do little things for you. Like at breakfast, before his morning meeting with Erwin, he’ll pass by your table and casually hand you a loaded plate. “They didn’t have those croissants you usually like but I found those weird ass pastries you can’t stop talking about.” And then he’ll just walk away without saying anything else. Or like, while you’re all suiting up for a mission, he’ll randomly walk up to you and adjust the thigh straps of your odm gear to make sure they’re properly secured and you’re just like “!!!” inside. Or like for every group meeting he arrives early and saves you the seat next to him and when you arrive, he’ll pull out your chair, waiting till you sit so he can briefly place his hand on your thigh as a greeting 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[acmeangel]

Levi as a dad would…

Levi would get into arguments with his toddlers in the middle of pretend playing, when the logistics of the storyline stopped making sense. He’d be sitting on the living room floor, holding a plush horse, saying “So now my horse can’t swim across the river that leads to the magical forest? Then why was your horse able to thirty seconds ago?”

Levi would have make believe tea parties with his little ones, and would actually dress up for them (and bring real tea). He’d sit at their small table, formally greet each of the dolls and plush animals at the table, and follow each and every one of the tea party rules.

Levi would always say “I’ll get it” when the babies cried in the middle of the night, before you even had a chance to wake up. He knew that you needed to rest more than he did, and he secretly loved having these quiet moments with his babies, holding them, rocking them, and gazing down at their tiny sleepy faces.

Levi would always be a little bit grossed out by baby food — the colors, the textures, the pureed meats and vegetables. “They actually like this crap? Find that hard to believe,” he’d mutter at the grocery store. He’d sit at the high chair, spoon-feeding your baby, saying things like “This is just vile” and “You’re eating blended meat right now” — all in a soft, cooing tone that made your baby giggle.

Levi, while reading on the couch, would let his little girls put clips and ribbons in his hair and tie it up in any which way they wanted. When they’d say “Daddy, we’re going to use all purple clips this time,” he’d just nod and mumble “Nice” or “Sounds good.” He was only mildly embarrassed the time he accidentally spent the whole day in public with a butterfly clip in his hair.

Levi, if he learned that his kids were being picked on at school, would drill it into their heads to never, ever fight back. He’d help them find other, peaceful ways to deal with the situation because he didn’t want his own children to ever have to resort to violence or know how to fight.

Levi would try, for a while, to keep some semblance of organization and order in your house, despite having rambunctious toddlers. He’d finish putting toys away, only to turn around and see new ones scattered on the ground. He’d give up on this after a while, especially at the sight of his little ones giggling happily as they played with their toys — but his eye would still twitch when he’d step on a plush animal or toy block in the hallway.

Levi, surprisingly, wouldn’t forbid his teenage daughters from dating (as long as he got to meet whoever it is). Really, he’d just be glad that his girls are getting to grow up with a normal life and worry about normal teenager things.

Levi would still curse just as much, even with the little ones around — when you freaked out the first time one of them said “shit” he simply shrugged it off. “What? It’s just a word. They’ll learn it eventually.”

Levi, when his kids eventually began surpassing him in height, would frequently remind them that he was still the one in charge and would gripe about being “stuck in a family full of freakish giants” (average-height people).

Levi, while you were still pregnant, doted on you incessantly — in a Levi way. He’d never let you lift a finger and would frown and grumble if you tried, insisting that even the smallest physical strain is bad for the baby. He’d manage to reach things from the highest shelf for you, despite being shorter. He’d constantly be placing concoctions of herbal teas or odd-looking snacks in front of you, simply saying “Drink that” or “Eat that” after researching what nutrients pregnancy requires.

Levi, as a dad, would really just try his best to give his kids everything that he never had — loving, supportive parents who would protect them at all costs, and a life free of worrying.

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[writeluna]

Levi is the "I don't give a sht about what are you saying but I'll listen anyways because I love you" type of boyfriend.

Levi is the type of boyfriend who would call you loving endearment in private but would call you by your name in public.

Levi is the type of boyfriend who is sexy on the streets but shy in the sheets ;))

Levi is the type of boyfriend who would make sure you are in his squad so that he can watch over you.

Levi is the type of boyfriend whose love language is act of service and quality time.

Levi is the type of boyfriend who would do chores for you as a surprise.

Levi is the type of boyfriend who would try to keep his health good so that you dont get worried.

Levi is the type of boyfriend who would be really straightforward with his feelings and thoughts.

Levi is the type of boyfriend who never lets you go to sleep while you're mad at each other.

Levi is the type of boyfriend who would suggest working out with you so that you both can spend some time together.

[levisecretgfblog]

[ackermans-angel]

IMAGINEEEEEE giving levi Eskimo kisses and he gets all grumpy and blushes when you do because he says it’s stupid BUTTTT he secretly loves them And thinks you’re so adorable when you do them. And then one day he moves his nose back and forth lightly and you tease him about it all day and he shuts you up by actually kissing you.

[killerskillercaptain]

How you knew Levi Ackerman fancied you Headcanons

You weren't necessarily a great beauty but he'd stutter when he'd speak to you.

He'd engage in a casual conversation with you more than others, and you know Levi hates small talk.

You would catch him glancing at you from the dinner table at festivities.

He'd always get informations about your position during the expeditions outside the walls.

You can see him frown when you're chatting with other male comrads and even young male cadets.

He'd always compliment your dress when you attend formal balls and ceremonies.

He'd offer to dance with you during those formal ceremonies even though he would frown during the whole thing.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hi, Kat! Hope you're doing fantabulous! Do you have any headcanons for how Levi goes about discerning which tea he likes?

Hello Cas!! I'm doing okay considering the time of the semester it is :] I'm awake, we'll just leave it at that for now lmfao

➼ i see levi as a bitter tea type of person. he wants to taste the tea itself, which translates to little sweeteners (if any) and likely no milk or cream of any kind. it's not that he's a snob about it, he just likes the taste of the tea itself!

➼ he is a little weirded out by bottled tea, however. anything not freshly brewed just didn't sit right with him. plus, it was way too flavored. he would occasionally make the comment that it tasted more like tea-flavored sugar water than it did sweetened tea

➼ you know how most people will meticulously stare at a wine shelf to discern the best one? that's how levi is at first when going to a new tea shop. to the average person, it just looks like he's staring at the shelf, but he's deeply thinking about the various blends in front of him, wanting to make sure he chooses just the right one

➼ levi always prefers to brew his own tea. while he's never one to judge or be condescending towards someone serving him tea, he just likes to brew his own when he wants to enjoy it. he knows how he likes it. he knows just how long to steep it for and how to extract the most flavor out of the leaves

➼ i like to think that levi has essentially perfected the art of brewing any type of tea to a satisfactory quality (with some being better than others, of course). growing up in the Underground, quality tea (and tea leaves) were much harder to find, so throughout the years, he was able to figure out how to even brew the worst quality leaves into wonderfully delicious tea. of course, he'd still prefer quality leaves, but he'd be able to make-do with poor ones as well

[4ngeldusstt]

✨Just a thought✨

Imagine Levi giving you a book that he read and thought you might like too filled with marked pages and lil annotations that he purposely made for you, maybe explaining things he knows you might not understand fully when you read it, underlining quotes that remind him of you or quotes that he doesn’t like leaving comments saying how dumb that pharagraph is.

The thought of flipping through the book and seeing his hand writing on almost every page, scribbled words on every blank space he could find on the edge of the pages, bent corners and marked words.

This is just a cute scenario that’s been in my mind today that i can’t get rid off !!! me (a book lover and a complete bookworm) personally, find this adorable.

[chaotic-on-main]

I Hate You I Love You

Levi Ackerman was the most annoying man you've ever met in your life. In hindsight, a lot of that frustration came from misunderstanding and had you taken a moment to think past the first impression, you probably wouldn't have hated him as much as you did. His cold and callous personality was off-putting, and not something you wanted in your life. But life had other plans as it seemed to always push you two together and you would never admit there was something alluring about him that you didn't want to stay away from. Somewhere along the way, he had actually grown fond of you too, but he'd rather die than believe it. Months and months of back and forth, hand brushing, cutting insults and sneering glances. But it only took a few minutes of typical arguing in a dark room before his lips crashed onto yours. You're mad at your body for betraying you but that fleeting thought disappears as clothes are being ripped off and whispered "I hate you"s echo off the walls. Levi angered you so much because of how much you fell for him.

[happybird16]

What if Levi is a rapid-fire sneezer? He's one of those people who never sneezes just once or twice; instead, he sneezes a dozen times back to back. It goes like -achoo, achoo, achoo, achoo- and it's incredibly cute. It's a little quiet and his sneezes have a slightly high-pitched sound, and he sniffles adorably afterward.

[acmeangel]

picturing levi naming his firstborn baby daughter kuchel

[beneathashadytree]

Hey! I saw in the rules that you prefer romantic love to platonic love, but it's always worth a try, right? Well, can I get little Levi with a mother-reader who will find him instead of Kanny and give him a little better childhood?

OUR HOME - LEVI ACKERMAN & READER

Warnings : this is purely platonic & familial, mentions of death and grime in general, implied PTSD, this is not proofread, reader is female and acts as Levi’s mother!

Genre : fluff (but some angsty parts)

Word count : 1.2K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! Normally I don’t write for female readers, but since the premise in this is quite different I was quite okay with it. I do occasionally write platonic fics, by the way! This request gave me the opportunity to think a while about the possibility of Levi being found by someone with motherly instincts and all the love to give (and I think I cried a little). Hope you like this!💗

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It was impossible for her to not notice the kid that managed to melt into the shadows on the walls and the corners of the room

After all, he made his presence so scarce that it made him all the more visible, and her eyes couldn’t help but soften at the sight of his lifeless eyes, unblinking as they stared at the ground in front of him

His emaciated figure brought a pang in her chest; a starved, dirty child no more than a few years old, curled in the darkness of a room that reeked of the stench of rot and decay

Speaking to him proved to be fruitless, as he only ever turned his empty eyes to look at her through his long, greasy bangs, without any other sign to show that he’d even understood

Still, when she said that she was taking him away to somewhere safe, there wasn’t much of a reaction from him except for the slow blinking, and the finalized turn of his head away from her as soon as she was done speaking, which was enough to tell her that he had no qualms he wanted or felt the need to express

First things first—she had to give him a long, clean scrub, to determine whether or not the grime and filth had hidden any wounds or illnesses that she should be made aware of

Her place on the surface was a quaint little cottage on the edge of the town near Wall Sina, and she barely had enough space to take a child in

But after having heard from her brother (who’d secretly frequented the brothel at times) that a child had been abandoned in a room where his mother had died all alone, she couldn’t help but take the trip to the Underground and swear to herself that she’d do anything within her capabilities to save the boy

As a simple baker, she didn’t exactly have the world to give in terms of finances and services, but she’d be damned if she didn’t try her very best to take him in

And so, for the first time in her life, she actually invested in a proper bathtub, seeing as she had an inkling that the child—Levi, she’d learned his name was after he’d croaked it out after a few minutes of her probing—wouldn’t have been too keen to bathe in the communal of the town, where all the adult men were

And besides, she doubted he currently had the strength in his arms to prop himself up for longer than a few seconds at a time; a fact that was proved right when he staggered on the way to the dining table after he’d cleaned himself of the dirt that had been caked on his skin

Gaunt as he looked, she couldn’t help but optimistically scoop potatoes and bread onto his plate (though, as was to be expected, he wasn’t able to stomach much after having been starved of food for so long)

Perhaps the trickiest part of the day was getting him to fall asleep at night, after she’d managed to hurriedly set up another makeshift bed in her bedroom with the help of her brother, until she could afford to set up a proper space for him in the unfurnished room she’d been using as a storage space for years

She sympathized with Levi, who must’ve been wracked with nightmares of the past couple of months he’d endured, and must’ve found it difficult to fall asleep

Exhausting as it was to wait for him to tire himself out with his own thoughts, she didn’t mind the wait, and made it clear from the inviting space beside her that she was willing to hear his worries out, should he ever want to confide in her

Though as the days of routine turned into weeks and months, it became clear that Levi simply had little to say in all cases, and showed even less inclination to divulge anything on his mind

She’d been slowly increasing the portions of his food, silently urging him to eat more at mealtimes, and with the rate at which he quietly tried to help around the house, he often ate ravenously after having exerted so much more energy than he’d been used to

Though there was one terrible habit it seemed that Levi had developed, and that was an overwhelming urge to clean himself and keep his surroundings spotless

He’d often scrub his skin raw and red while in the bath, tirelessly try to dust away the shelves even when she herself couldn’t spot a single fleck on the surface, and unfailingly offer to help with the dishes instantly after every meal, though he could barely even reach past the sink

His short stature alerted her to the fact that his malnourishment had probably aided in it, and that was one of the reasons she so eagerly tried to feed him, though she knew it wasn’t very logical

Of course being a baker came in handy, and it soon became a well-loved routine for them to sit at opposite ends of the dining table, with Levi biting into a buttered scone and holding a cup of tea that comically dwarfed his hand

Perhaps the most difficult of all was forming a healthy relationship between them; one where he felt safe enough regardless of whether or not he felt the need to open up his heart

More importantly than anything, she just wanted to make sure that he could feel the affection she felt for him and would always offer him

She would not be deluded into thinking that she could ever replace Kuchel (whose name she found out while mending a tattered handkerchief that Levi had been so adamant in taking care of until it had ripped at the edges), but she could not help but slowly love him as though he were her own

It wasn’t hard to realize that his quietness and nonchalance was only a front; that he was a much kinder kid than he’d ever let on when he was so busy seeming so much older than his years

After all, whenever she fell ill, he was instantly there to usher her into bed with a scowl, though the way he wiped away at her sweat and pressed cool rags onto her forehead showed that he was anything but annoyed

His concern was apparent, and it perhaps was caused by his own lasting paranoia from when Kuchel had fallen ill, but in all cases it showed just how deeply he cared

Levi wasn’t exactly the most polite boy she’d ever seen, but he was good at heart, and exuded a sort of purity that came out in clumsy gestures

Helping out in the house without her ever asking for nor expecting it, a quiet but no less honest thank you after a hearty meal, a bunch of wildflowers that mysteriously popped up in a cracked vase whenever she seemed down; it was clear he’d grown fond of her over time

Though she was barely in her early 30s herself and had never foreseen his presence in the house, she could no longer imagine her home without Levi—and in her tentative praises and careful hugs he’d slowly grown to melt into, she could see that her love had truly saved him from the pits of hell

And really, nothing in the world could beat that incredible feeling of being a mother in all the ways that mattered

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[theysangastheyslew]

HAHAHA LOOK I MADE SOMETHING 🤪🤪

SO WHAT IF IT'S AN OLD MEME AND SUPER SELF-INDULGENT? @catyypss INSPIRED ME *AND* IT'S STILL MY BIRTHDAY MONTH AND I'M EXHAUSTED FROM MOVING SO WE ARE TAKING WHAT WE CAN GET *w*

*insert mad cackling here*

EDIT: NOW COMPLETE WITH AN AMAZING FIC BY THE AMAZING @youre-ackermine 🥹💜💚

[charlotte-84]

Stitching

The first time you stitched Levi Ackerman up, he glared at you like you'd personally offended him.

"This is unnecessary," his voice was as sharp as the needle in your hand.

"Really? Because the gash on your arm says otherwise," you didn't bother looking up as you tightened the suture. He scoffed but didn't pull away. That was the only permission you needed.

Levi had a bad habit of brushing off injuries. Being Humanity's Strongest meant that basic self-preservation didn't apply to him. If a wound wasn't outright killing him, he ignored it. This meant that you, as one of the few medics brave enough to stand up to him, spent an unfortunate amount of time stitching him back together.

And it never got easier.

Not because of the wounds themselves — you could handle those in your sleep. But because Levi Ackerman, despite his constant scowling, his clipped words, and his general aura of "stay the hell away from me," had the most unfairly attractive hands. Which was a ridiculous thing to notice.

But you did.

Every single time you treated him, you couldn't help but glance at them. The contrast between his strength and the way he kept them clean, his precise movements, the way his fingers curled slightly when he was trying to keep still.

You shook the thought away and finished the final stitch, "All done, Captain. Try not to rip them open again in the next twenty-four hours."

"Tch. No promises,” typical.

A week later, Levi showed up in the infirmary, uninjured but suspiciously hovering. You arched an eyebrow, "I don't see any gaping wounds on you. Did you finally learn the meaning of caution?"

Levi's expression didn't change, but his fingers flexed at his side as if suppressing the urge to cross his arms, "I need you to teach me.

You blinked, "Teach you... what?"

His jaw tightened, “Stitching.”

You stared at him for a full five seconds before bursting into laughter, "you? Want to learn suture?"

Levi's glare intensified, “Is that funny to you?"

"A little,” he huffed and looked away.

"Tch. Never mind."

You bit back your grin, "Wait, wait, hold on. I'm just surprised. Why the sudden interest?"

Levi was quiet for a moment. Then, almost reluctantly, he muttered, "If we lose a medic in the field, someone else should be able to handle wounds.” The words were practical and logical, but you caught something else in them.

If we lose you.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, but you kept your expression neutral, “All right, Captain. I'll teach you." He gave a short nod, but his ears were slightly pink.

Training Levi was... an experience. You had expected him to be competent — he was Levi Ackerman, after all. But he was almost annoyingly good. His hands were steady, his technique precise, his focus absolute.

You had never seen someone pick up sutures so quickly. Except —

"Too much pressure," you murmured, standing behind the guy, slightly leaning forward so that your chest almost touched his back and your cheek almost touched his.

Your hands gently guide both of his, reaching out to adjust his grip on the needle, showing how to maneuver such a delicate operation for him, and a simple one for you.

"You're strangling it,” Levi's hands twitched under yours, but he didn't pull away. You guided his fingers into a gentler hold, your hand lingering just a second longer than necessary.

"Better," you said softly. Levi didn't respond immediately, but you could feel the tension in his posture.

Then, barely audible, he muttered, "Your hands are warm," your breath hitched.

Did Levi Ackerman just —

You glanced up, but his eyes were fixed on the practice dummy. A little too intently. You swallowed a smile, "Yours are steady."

Something flickered across his expression, but he just hummed in acknowledgment.

You didn't comment on how his grip remained exactly where you placed it.

A month later, you found yourself in the field, wounded and short on medics. Blood dripped down your arm, your vision wavered, and for the first time, you understood why Levi wanted to learn.

Then, suddenly, he was there, "Knew I'd need to use this sooner or later,” Levi muttered, kneeling beside you. You blinked up at him.

"Captain?"

"Be quiet,” his voice was gruff, but his hands were gentle as he pulled out a suture kit. You were too exhausted to argue. Instead, you watched as Levi threaded the needle, his movements precise and practiced. He worked quickly but carefully, just as you'd taught him.

Your lips curved into a weak smile, "Look at you, applying yourself."

"Tch. Don't get used to it."

You chuckled, then winced as he tied the last stitch. Levi exhaled sharply. "Idiot,” he muttered, but there was no heat in his words. Only something softer, something quieter. You felt the warmth of his hands linger on your skin even after he pulled away.

And maybe, just maybe, you'd find an excuse to let him practice again. Just for the sake of training, of course. Right?

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[ackermans-angel]

Thinking about Levi coming home after having a bad tiring day and cuddling. He’s all grumpy at first until he sees you, and then the stress of the day melts away as you hold him in your arms. He snuggles his body closer to your chest and his head into your neck, and sighs as you play with his hair. No words are spoken, but none need to be as you both drift off to sleep.

[killerskillercaptain]

How would Levi act if he heard a rumor that reader had a crush on him

Levi isn't one to care or listen to rumors, even the ones involving him, but i think it depends. If the one having a crush on him is a colleague, like a squad leader, he will be a little bothered/intrigued and his behavior towards the person will slightly change.

If the rumor is about a younger cadet having a crush on him then he'll just shrug it off and ignore it until everyone eventually gets tired of it, he knows rumors die fast.

Hange, Mike and Erwin would tease the hell out of him though.