Greatest Sin | Levi Ackerman x Reader

Princess

You cried the entire ride back to Sina, as you thought about how you saw Mikasa get shot—you didn't even get to tell her you loved her. Hell, you don't even know if she's alive or dead and the thoughts of that murdered your conscience.

The guards sat on each side of you, quiet and preserved. The looks on their faces indicated that they weren't even showing the slightest bit of remorse for shooting Mikasa in cold blood.

You couldn't forget the despairing looks on your friends faces and even though you hated Levi, you didn't want to leave him forever—you didn't want to leave any of them forever: You were beginning to feel an immense amount of contrition, as you ruminated on how you should've told everyone the truth about yourself. Maybe they could've protected—maybe they could've saved you, kept you hidden.

You were truly inconsolable. The feeling of being solus crept up on you yet again. You knew from this moment on, your friends weren't going to be there for you. No one was—and now? Who knows what your parents would do to you, now that they've found you.

You watched the tear drops fall into the palm of your hands, avoiding eye contact with everything surrounding you. You slowly closed your eyes, tuning out all of the sounds around you to where you could only hear Mikasa's soft voice.

They shot her. She was only just protecting you, so why did they do something so inhumane? Why did you let them? Why couldn't you just tell everyone the truth about your upbringing? The hatred you had for yourself seemingly intensified—you were beginning to feel like everything you did was a mistake.

You've spent years trying to rebrand yourself—live a new life, secretly hiding away from your parents, yet where did it lead you? Right back into the palms of their greedy hands. You felt as if universe was punishing you—you lost Marco, you lost Levi, you witnessed your best-friend get shot directly in the stomach, you were torn away from everyone who you'd give your life for.

You were led right back into the people who continuously made your life miserable, who treated you like you were an animal, who never showed you what it felt like to be loved.

You stared up at the once lively clouds, which transitioned into something so bleak and soulless—resembling how you now felt and how you were probably going to feel like forever.

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After a couple of days, you and the guards had finally arrived at the elegant castle, the place you once called home. You were gone for a few years, but the castle looked as if it didn't age a single day. The guards quietly escorted you into the castle—the familiar scent infiltrated your nose, as you felt an incredibly deep feeling of angst.

You stood still, reminiscing your younger days—the days where you saw the world differently, a world where you felt detained and unloved, a world that had no color, a world where you felt you had no purpose to be in. You had so much on your shoulders at such a young age—you had to live at this expense of others, all because you were born into a Royal bloodline.

You had to pretend your whole life, everyone always had high expectations for you, you couldn't make your own decisions. You sat there and watched your whole entire childhood fade away all because you weren't free. And that's all you wanted. Freedom.

You still had on your uniform, the only memory you didn't leave behind. You clenched it tightly and softly smiled to yourself. You couldn't forget how much your life had significantly changed since then. The bonds you grew, the things you've learned, finding your own voice. You've finally experienced things you've yearned for your entire life.

"You're just in time for supper!" The voice of your mother intruded your ears, sending cold tingles down your spine. The smile she held, contrasted greatly with the devilish look in her eyes, but that's how she always was. In public, she'd have this "pristine"reputation, but in private— she was the complete opposite. Though, something about her demeanor feels off to you.