Greatest Sin | Levi Ackerman x Reader

Campfire

Content warnings; alcohol consumption :P

You were back at the headquarters tonight for a small meeting in the conference hall, though afterwards, you evaded your friends as much as possible. Sure, you've spoken to them when necessary of course. Though, you still couldn't seem to bypass the iniquity you felt, which perpetually weighed your shoulders down.

Preferably, you wanted to stay away from them a little while longer, at least until you could figure out a way to balance out the time you spend with Levi and with your friends. Howbeit, it felt nearly impossible—the way their hopeless eyes engaged onto yours, whenever they asked you how your day was, or what you've been doing. You could only ever fabricate your version of the truth, as you knew you were fucking your superior behind everyone's backs.

Candidly, a part of you felt as if you didn't owe anyone any explanation, that no one should pry their way into your private life to begin with, but the longer you thought about the entire situation—the more your world came crashing down on top of you.

Truthfully, you disrelished it—especially when you thought about Marco. The two of you never got the closure you both so desperately needed, but could you even manage to sort things out with him, now that your heart was elsewhere? You hated the way you'd always subconsciously smile at him whenever he'd look in your direction, or how'd he look at you with a tangible blush spread across his porcelain face—simply just from talking to you.

But it's not like you didn't have any of this coming. This is what you get for positioning yourself in a situation to where you're relentlessly walking on egg-shells and wondering if you're even doing the right thing—but you were happy, at least you thought you were.

Whatever went down between you and Levi wasn't vague anymore, in fact, your relationship with him was ultimately established and ironically enough—you had another relationship you needed to inaugurate too, but you were never fond of breaking hearts and you know that you have to at some point. You couldn't continue to lead Marco on, especially now that you have Levi.

Though, you've never even broken a heart before yourself, so how in god's name could you even do it to someone as modest and pure as him?

The pale moon casted long shadows across the ground, the blanket of stars stretched across the sky, only just light-years away and every now and then, a twinkle would catch your eye. It was picturesque—a black to navy gradient, was the backdrop for a full moon; the night sky was so clear that you could see almost every crater.

You sat at the edge of the campfire to soak in your thoughts for merely an hour or so. The chilling wind gratified your skin, but the fire felt serene—it was the perfect balance, something you wished you were able to do with your relationships.

"Mind if I join you?" You heard Marco question you, as the sound of the snow crunching beneath his feet grew louder. You felt chills gently crawling down your spine, as you knew you had to do the unthinkable.

"Sure," You muttered with a soft smile, avoiding eye-contact by staring into the blazing fire in front of you.

He sat down on the log next to you, pouring himself a glass of alcohol you assumed he found in the mess hall. He took a swig and began swirling the glass in circles—allowing some of the leftover liquid to spill out and onto the ground. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to set aside the heedless tension you both shared.

"How are you by the way, Y/n? It's been so long since we've...you know, caught up." He awkwardly blurted out, taking another swig.

"I'm better now. Thank you for asking. What about you?" You responded, lowering your eyes. The tension between the two of you felt rather overbearing—it was as if the two of you had so much you needed to say to each other.