So back last year when that Blond Levi thing was going around, I drew this. I posted it on my other blog (which has since been deleted) but I think he deserves some love.
I will completely admit Levi is one of my top anime crushes. And I've always had some dirty fantasies about him. But after you made him blond, the fantasies doubled. It's your all fault.
After Levi dyed his hair blond, he would probably fuck with people by pretending his hair has always been that way. "Hey, Levi what'd you do to your hair?" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "You're blond now!" "No, I've always been blond, dipstick."
I would like to thank not only god but Jesus that you created blonde Levi. Seriously. You're a blessing.
AWW thank you! I’m sure other people had probably thought it before - but it’s been really fun to see everyone’s interpretation. I like bringing the fandom together. : )
Besides, it’s only been so great because so many AMAZING and TALENTED people have contributed art and drabbles.
Well it could be blond!levi and Jean as some what romantically involved friends, and jean notices how much levi seems to likes this eren kid so jean makes tons of cookies for them to share as an excuse because who says no to free cookies
been struggling w/ writers block lately and i’m happy with like 0% of what i write but i wrote some blond!Levi as a warm up which turned into 2k’s worth of fluff (feat. hairdresser Eren) so i thought i may as well post it anyway
disclaimer: i have never dyed my hair and i did some vague research on how it works but sorry if there are mistakes or w/e
“Why am I doing this, again?” Levi asked as he followed Hanji reluctantly down the high street; a deep feeling of unease settling in his stomach as they looked back at him with a somehow even more manic grin than usual.
“’Cause you lost the bet!” they exclaimed happily, turning forward again and skipping forward.
“What fucking bet?” he asked, utterly confused and more than a little pissed off. Levi knew it was a terrible idea to bet against Hanji in anything, the only idea worse than that would be betting again Erwin; surely he wouldn’t have done something so stupid.
“It was last week! I said ‘Do you think it’s possible for me break all of the available test tubes in Monday’s experiment?’ and you said ‘no’,” they reminded him, slowing down so the two were walking side by side. Levi’s eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to remember the conversation.
“What day?”
“Thursday. You were sitting there with some book or something,” they replied, shrugging. Levi narrowed his eyes: he’d been sat in his office when Hanji had barged in and decided to talk to him; as usual he’d continued his work and mostly ignored them, saying no to anything that sounded like a question.
Wait, shit.
“But I wasn’t even listening,” he said indignantly but Hanji just shrugged.
“You snooze, you lose,” they said in a sing-song voice, taking Levi by the wrist and pulling him forward; he shrugged it off and threw them a dirty look before walking on: he knew the battle was lost but he wasn’t going down without letting everybody around him know how pissed he was.
“Well, where are we going, at least?” Hanji just threw him another grin and kept walking.
It was another five minutes before they stopped and Levi almost walked head on into them.
“Here we are,” they said happily and Levi peered through the windows to see where Hanji had dragged him to.
“No,” he hissed, as he took in the leather padded swivel-chairs, the large mirrors and hair that littered the floor. “No fucking way Hanji.”
“You lost the bet Levi,” they reminded him, still smiling.
“No fucking-” he started but Hanji put their hands on his back and began to push him towards the open door.
“You. Lost. The. Bet,” they repeated as they shoved him inside and he almost tripped over the bottom of the doorframe.
“Hi,” said a voice, managing to sound enthusiastic and a little confused at the same time. “You okay there?” Levi looked up and felt his own jaw slacken. Looking down at him was a tanned twenty-something year-old with sweeping, dark hair and bright green eyes; the man cocked his head to the side and the green seemed to shift into blue.
“He’s just fine,” said Hanji, giving Levi a pat on the back and thankfully bringing him back to his senses enough not to just stare at the other man. “He’s got an appointment at twelve with Eren,” they continued and Levi nodded, his mind still stuck on those eyes and the defined cheekbones beneath them.
“Ah awesome, that’s me! Levi right? Can I take your jacket or anything?”
Levi managed to have his jacket replaced with an oversized black robe and be steered towards one of the leather padded chairs before he really took into account what was happening; he looked at himself in the large mirror and saw his own confused resignation looking back at him – it was too late now, he could hardly say ‘sorry, there’s been some kind of mistake’. No; he was at the mercy of Hanji and the hot hairdresser now.
“So what do you want doing?” asked Eren, half-sitting on the thin faux-marble counter that ran beneath the mirror, his hand fiddling with the cord of a hairdryer lying next to him.
“Ah that’s where I come in,” interrupted Hanji stepping forward and leaning their weight on the top of Levi’s chair making him swing slightly; he attempted to ground himself but found that his legs weren’t long enough to reach the floor. Goddammit.
“…right?” said Eren, looking more than a little confused, eyes darting between the two.
“I lost a bet,” huffed Levi, looking away and the hairdresser’s eyes widened.
Hanji stepped forward to explain and as they went on Eren’s confused expression turned into amusement.
“How did you break over seventy test tubes?” he asked in awe and Hanji’s eyes lit up with a kind of manic excitement that Levi knew would mean they were stuck here for a week as they explained.
“No,” he said firmly. “Seriously, you don’t wanna go there; you won’t survive the in depth explanation.” Eren laughed slightly and conceded before being dragged away by Hanji to find out whatever the hell they wanted done to Levi’s hair. The man spent the time staring in the mirror and saying a mental farewell to his locks with an added small prayer to literally any higher force that may possibly exist that Hanji wouldn’t get Eren to simply shave off all of his hair.
“Are you sure about that?” asked Eren loudly from the other side of the salon; Levi gritted his teeth and grimaced slightly. Not bald. Not bald. Not bald. “I’m not sure that’s gonna work…I mean I can do it, but…” The doubt in the hairdressers voice made Levi come very close to just walking out, but the moment he thought about it, there were footsteps and he saw the reflection of the other two returning to him in the mirror.
“One last thing,” said Hanji pulling out an eye mask decorated with cartoon eyes with exaggerated eyelashes and sparkly eyeshadow to match, Levi narrowed his eyes at them in the mirror and took the mask. They grinned at him knowingly and Levi remembered the last time he’d lost a bet (to his little sister Isabel) and ended up with a makeover and a cackling Hanji, god and he’d thought that was bad, at least it wasn’t permanent. He tensed his jaw and put on the mask, determined not to let Hanji know how much it was getting to him.
Levi disliked a lot of things. Dirt. Hypocrisy. Prolonged social interaction. But nothing so much as feeling vulnerable, which was exactly how he felt sitting in a chair with an admittedly very good looking stranger, but nonetheless a stranger with scissors¸ being in charge of how he was going to have to look for a good while before he could afford to change it. Which was another point: who exactly was paying for this? Levi had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t going to be Hanji.
For a while Eren seemed to just stroke his fingers through Levi’s hair, pulling it and holding between his index and middle fingers before the ominous buzzing of an electric razor sounded.
Oh God it’s happening. I’m going bald. I can’t go bald I’ll look like a fucking man-baby, I fucking hate you Hanji, Jesus Christ, you four-eyed piece of-
Except the razor was simply running over his undercut, curving smoothly under his longer layer before shutting off completely.
“I’ll be right back,” Eren said and the weight of his hand in Levi’s hair disappeared, leaving the man with a softly chuckling Hanji somewhere in the vicinity.
“I hate you, you know,” Levi deadpanned, but his best friend just laughed louder.
“I love you too, Levvy,” they said, elongating the mispronunciation, and he could practically see their shit eating grin.
“Fuck you, four-eyes,” he grumbled.
“Y’know I’m not into that,” they said, pushing him playfully – something that his lack of vision made him entirely unprepared for resulting in his almost falling off the chair and earning yet more laughter from Hanji.
“Okay,” Eren breathed out as he came back to the two of them and Hanji’s giggles subsided slightly. Levi felt Eren’s hands in his hair as the man clipped sections of it out the way, followed by a tugging on those that were left and an oddly wet tickling sensation at his scalp.
"The fuck?" he muttered, earning a small chuckle from both Eren and Hanji.
"Just you wait," replied Hanji; Levi grimaced at the words but knew that really he didn't have a choice in the matter.
The feeling continued for what felt like hours - maybe it was hours? Levi was having to entirely rely on his internal clock; well, he supposed he could ask what the time was, but that felt like giving up somehow.
"Okay I'm gonna need to move you now," said Eren after what Levi was convinced must have been at least half a day.
"Move me? Can I take of the mask?" he asked, trying (and failing) to keep the desperation out of his voice.
"Nope!" said Hanji cheerfully. Levi jumped a little when someone's hand wrapped around his forearm.
"Ah, sorry," Eren said and Levi relaxed slightly; shrugging off the apology. Eren led him across the room, putting an arm around his lower back when they reached a step - Levi wasn't usually a fan of physical contact, but the warmth of Eren pressed against him felt almost soothing. The other man turned him around and Levi felt the back of his legs hit into something solid. "Okay sit down now." Levi obeyed slowly, it felt weird to go ahead and sit down on something he couldn't see. "Now lean your head back," Eren said, a slight husk to his voice that Levi was finding it difficult to ignore; water sounded behind him and the shorter man almost sat up straight again before he felt Eren's hands running through his hair, the movements firm and precise. It felt...good. Levi couldn't deny it; the mix of the head massage and the warm water running over scalp had him feeling more relaxed than he had been in years, although there was still something quite distracting about Eren's hands.
"That feels nice," he muttered, not quite in full control of his mouth.
"Yeah?" Eren asked, his mouth close to Levi's ear and the shorter man hummed in response.
"I'm still here y'know?" said Hanji a little indignantly, but Levi could hear the smile in their voice. Despite the massage he still had enough presence of mind to give them the middle finger.
After the hair wash they returned to the chair and Eren dried Levi's hair, then there was what Levi presumed was the styling (i.e. the pulling and combing of seemingly random bits of hair) and finally the hairdresser’s hands left Levi’s head for good. Nobody spoke.
"What's going on?" asked Levi, breaking the ominous feeling silence.
"Oh right," said Eren sounding a little out of it. "Yeah," he finished, seemingly unaware that the word didn't answer Levi's question even slightly.
"Can I take the fucking mask off?" he asked, feeling frustrated and vaguely wondering what the hell they'd done to him that warranted such a bizarre reaction.
"Yes, yeah shit sorry, I didn't...uh." Levi reached up to his face; it took him a moment to work out where to put his hands, being blindfolded for so long had fucked with his spacial awareness. he finally grasped the edge of the eye mask and pulled it off, squinting to protect his eyes from the light; it was still mildly blinding and for a moment he couldn't see anything at all, but then his own reflection was coming into focus. His own very blond reflection.
"What the fuck," he muttered, trying to mentally process the change. Levi wasn't sure what he'd been expecting but it really hadn't been this. Was this better or worse than being bald? He caught Eren's expression in the mirror, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Definitely better than being bald.
"I wasn't expecting it to suit you," complained Hanji looking somewhere between disappointed and kind of impressed.
"Neither was I," admitted Eren, still seemingly distracted; Levi was finding it hard not to smirk. "I'll, uh, show you the back," he continued, remembering his actual duties as a hairdresser.
After letting Levi properly look over his haircut Eren brought over his jacket, holding it so the shorter man could put his arms through and then sorting out the collar, his warm knuckles brushing against the back of Levi's neck.
"That'll be twenty five pounds please," Eren said when they got to the small desk near the entrance. Levi took out thirty, not even bothering to wait for Hanji to refuse to pay, and when Eren went to get the change he shook his head.
"Tip," he explained and the taller man cocked an eyebrow but nodded his thanks.
He printed off the receipt and scrawled something on the back.
"This number'll get you a discount if you wanna come again," he said, handing the receipt over and Levi glanced at it before looking back up at Eren with a slight smirk.
"So," said Hanji after they'd thanked the hairdresser and made their way back onto the high street. "Do you think you'll go back?"
"Yeah," Levi replied, holding up the receipt so they could see the mobile number scrawled across the back. "I think I will."
