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hange zoë and levi ackerman fanart by @39_hj_yuu (ig)

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“Any regrets, Levi?”

Levi woke up gasping for breath, drenched in sweat. His throat burned, like he had just inhaled smoke. The dream was too real. Too vivid.

This was why he never let himself look out the window when the plane took off back in Odiha. He knew it would haunt him forever. It had happened before, with Furlan, Isabel, Petra, and Erwin—and in every dream, he was powerless to save them. He couldn’t change the ending, only relive it.

So even if it tore him apart, he refused to look. He didn’t want to see Hange like that. Not burning, not falling. He wanted to remember her alive.

It was always the same dream, Hange slowly being engulfed in flames, but he can’t reach her. No matter how fast he ran, the distance between them was not closing, it only gets wider and wider and when he finally reaches her, it was already too late, the flames already engulfed her all the while asking, ‘Any regrets, Levi?’

“Fuck it.” Levi cursed at himself.

That fucking phrase, no regrets.

It was starting to feel like an excuse. Something they would say to justify the decisions they can’t undo, to live with the consequences of their decisions, even if they were the wrong ones.

But still, Levi clung to it like a prayer.

His gaze drifted to the broken pair of glasses on his bedside table, the only thing he kept there. A makeshift tomb for someone he could barely hold onto in memory. That’s when it hit him: the promise he never kept. He had promised to get her a replacement back at HQ, but he never got the chance.

It’s been a long time since he truly lived by that phrase, no regrets. Maybe he had managed to live with it, but he still had regrets. And all of them were about Hange.

Despite how he felt about her, he always chose duty because it was the right thing to do. Whenever she was injured, she left her care to others like Armin or Moblit, it was never him. He was always chasing enemies, following orders, making sure he never failed Erwin’s commands. But Hange… she momentarily dropped everything. Her duties, her principles, just to save him back in the forest when she could’ve easily walked away. And now, here he was, regretting that he couldn’t even get her a damn replacement for her glasses, when he was the one who promised.

He held the broken pair of glasses, the little tomb at his bedside.

“No regrets, right, Hange? …Then why does not choosing you feel like the one thing I’ll never forgive myself for?”

With that, Levi was condemned to another restless, hollow night, his mind trapped in a cycle of regrets that refused to let him rest.

——- Author’s note: I felt so attacked when I saw this artwork by @niwow-s. It was so moving. I immediately imagined Levi’s pain, and I just couldn’t handle it. I need some catharsis! Hange never questioned any of Levi’s decisions, not even during the serum bowl. So seeing Hange slowly engulfed by flames, asking Levi if he has any regrets… the feels. Anyways, thanks again @niwow-s for giving me something to write about. Really loved your art!

Lastly, this ficlet/ flashfic is also posted on my AO3 Account under the title : The Lies We Tell