#Levi no regrets

[ae-chidori]

First mission 🐎

[rivangel]

Levi Ackerman’s reactions as Isabel and Furlan die in front of him!!!!!

[thena0315]

Underrated Scout that should of appeared in the No Regrets OVAs: Sairam

Sairam was a soldier under Flagon's team and a teammate of Levi and his friends whom only appeared in the No Regrets manga

He was the first to be eaten by the Titans in the rain in the squad when they were ambushed.

[lewajagejman]

Twitter is dying so I guess let's start posting here again :D I hope I can find a community here. Hope you don't mind if I post some of my older eruri works!

[thephantomtheory]

who let him look this good 😩

THE FOREARM

THE JAWLINE

LOOK HOW FUCKING BORED HE LOOKS LOOK HOW CAVALIER HE IS ABOUT HIS STRENGTH

[abiatackerman]

Imagining Levi, trying to be sociable with me....

And I'm blushing like crazy, he'll probably see the love icons propping out of my eyes.....

[rivai-hana]

Levi's smoulder eyes 🥵🥵🔥

I don't have any regrets to choose you levi

[atlas-and-the-time]

The greater grief

[topaz-carbuncle]

No regrets is so sad, yet Levi is so pretty

[antagonistsimp]

drdt textposts 2/? thank god in the end they gave up on finishing the trial and there will be no execution ahahahah (< coping)

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

postwar!Levi absolutely chafes under enforced bedrest, unfamiliar and uncomfortable with doing nothing

his useless legs feel like cinderblocks holding the waterlogged sack of his body to a riverbed, drowning slow

his nervous system hasn’t caught up to the uneasy peace, flooding his veins with adrenaline that has nowhere to go, leaving him gasping for air and sick over the side of his bed

he can’t clean the mess, and that might be the worst thing of all, the helpless wait for someone to witness his weakness

postwar!Levi can’t tell his fevered dreams from reality, follows the green smudge of Erwin’s cloak across an endless battlefield, calls to his commander till he’s lost his voice and wakes up tasting copper

the people who come to check on him are not who he wants to see- why hasn’t Hange visited, changing his bandages with her steady hands?

he leads Isabel and Furlan up a set of stairs that never seem to end, crunching over the hollow bones of birds that died searching for the sky

postwar!Levi finds his clarity has returned one featureless morning and he weeps for the first time since the battle of heaven and earth, mourns the loss of the delirium that had left the door open for his loved ones to creep through

he begins to recognize the recurring figures at his bedside, the gentle touch on his forehead that signals your arrival with water or blankets or bread

the light of anything more than a candle burns his blind eye, so he learns your face only by the flicker of firelight, the absence of shadow

postwar!Levi is desperate for something to occupy his fractured mind, painfully empty without the urgency of strategizing survival

you hide your surprise when he asks you to read to him in a voice rasped with disuse, saying he doesn’t care what it is, just something to focus on outside of himself, and you understand

you begin to visit him every evening, reading softly from your favorite books as he lies taut and silent in bed, brow furrowed in concentration, breathing through the pain that wracks his battered body

postwar!Levi finds unlikely comfort in your voice, your consistent presence, the slow walks along the winding paths of the stories you tell him

you take a quiet pride in the way he seems to soften each night, just barely, the deep black shadows under his haunted eyes fading into the color of an old bruise, his furrowed brow smoothing into satin as you read

postwar!Levi is sitting up when you arrive one evening, gives you the barest incline of his head in self-conscious greeting

he frowns and shrugs off your praise for his progress, doesn’t want to hear of how miraculous it is that he can heave his once-superhuman body up against the headboard, doesn’t confess how long it took or how much it hurt

he does, however, ask you for tea, not telling you that it would be the first time he’s accepted a cup he hadn’t prepared himself, swallowing a sick resignation with the request

postwar!Levi makes eye contact with you for the first time when he offers gruff thanks, shivering as your fingertips brush around the warm ceramic

something clenches in your chest and you turn away to hide it, occupying yourself with invisible specks of dust on his bedspread

you’re busy swiping the corner of your apron over the nightstand and miss the way his eyes go wide, then soften as he watches you bustle around him

“it’s alright. you don’t have to-” “-I know.”

the two of you speak at the same time, fall into the same embarrassed silence, watching each other warily in the low candlelight

your shadows overlap where they are thrown onto the wall as if they don’t realize the distance between the bodies that grew them, or refuse to recognize it at all

[ae-chidori]

A breakdown.

A new purpose.

[rybajek]

This is LewajAgejman! New account! Sorry for the confusion :D

[klaraslevi]

Ugh I love men

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

[thena0315]