Greatest Sin | Levi Ackerman x Reader

Winter's Grace

Content warnings; a lil mental breakdown & suicidal thoughts 🥲

A little over a year had passed and not much had changed. It was officially winter and the grace winter brought, puzzled your eyes ever so lovingly. It was like an icy serenade—the wind blistering from outside was a soothing melody to your ears, the snowflakes gently falling from the sky, danced away in the wind.

You looked out of your window in awe, as you discerned how pearly-white and soft the snow looked, as it drenched the entire landscape with mother nature's beauty. You started to feel rather melancholic, as you reminisced how every year it snowed, you and your friends would go outside to enjoy the weather.

It really had been a year. You wondered if they've ever thought of you as much as you did of them. You often wrote letters, but never once received anything back. You couldn't help but to think they've forgotten about you—moved on with their lives, as if you didn't exist anymore. Though, you couldn't dwell on it forever. At some point in time, you would have to move on with your life too.

That night you returned home, your parents forced you into meeting your future husband—he had auburn hair, chestnut brown eyes, and was fairly average. You've spent the entire year with him, but you felt no real connection between you and him—no spark. He was head over heels for you, but it was one-sided, at least for right now it was.

Your arranged wedding was being held today in the castle's ballroom. Not only just that, but your public reappearance for the first time in a few years was today too. Your wedding was public and almost every civilian—if not all of them, were invited. Your parents truly coerced you into this, with no regards of how you felt about it.

You didn't feel how you felt when you were with Levi. A taste of bitterness swept across your tongue, as you heavily thought about him—how a part of you desperately needed to hear his voice, feel his touch. Though, you couldn't understand why were you thinking of him at a time like this.

You've stayed in your room the entire day, evading your parents as much as possible. The words your mother implanted in your brain ever since you had returned home, made you hate yourself even more. You found it rather intricate to get out of bed— or even simply just eating, but you had no other choice.

If you disobeyed your mother, she would do something to your friends and you couldn't risk that. You were truly and utterly confined, no matter how much you wanted to go against her wishes—you could only ever think of your friends well-beings.

You didn't want to get married to someone you didn't even know. Hell, maybe the only person you truly wanted were back in Trost and you were just being in complete denial about it.

You frowned, wondering why they get to decide everything for you. Why couldn't you love who you wanted to love and not who they wanted you to love? Their intentions for you felt almost impenetrable.

Your mother barged into your room, giving you little no privacy at all anymore, "It's time to get ready for your long-awaited wedding, Y/n." She ordered, holding up a gorgeous white ball-gown dress. Your mother eerily grinned at you, expecting your eyes to burst open with excitement, but they did the complete opposite.

You stared at her with the most empty eyes one could have—the bleakness you carried, made her grin drop almost immediately.

"How can someone be my husband when I don't even know them? Let alone, love them?" You queried, grudgingly sitting up in your bed. You've lost a lot of weight since you've been back, so you doubted you'd fit in that dress anyway.

She sighed, "I'm not doing this for the likes of you. You are to marry and have children to keep our bloodline alive. I don't give a damn if you love him or not." She stated, laying the dress flat across your bed.