Greatest Sin | Levi Ackerman x Reader

Armin

"Y/n...Why were you and Levi in the closet together?" Armin questioned you, slowly backing away from the two of you. You were unaware of what was going on—all you could really see through your blurred eyesight, was the blonde boy's silhouette, drifting further and further away from you and Levi.

"We were fucking," You blurted out, feeling a tad bit mischievous. Your words were quite slurred, so you were hoping Armin caught on. You didn't know why, but you felt a precipitous urge to make light out of this situation—you loved the adrenaline of being caught, the thrill it gave you and in all honesty, it turned you on.

Armin's eyes expanded, thinking that maybe Sasha was right, you had been fucking your superior behind their backs. Armin had this conspicuous look of betrayal in his cerulean eyes, as he searched your own eyes— in hopes that this was some sort of joke.

Levi scoffed, "I found this brat in the damn closet and she's obviously drunk, so do you want to explain to me what the hell is going on?" He stated. He roughly tossed your body into Armin's, hoping he'd believe the lie that spilled from his lips. Luckily, Armin had caught your fall, as you were too drunk to stand up on your own—though, you ended up puking all over the floor.

"Uh," Armin choked up, as he looked at how drunk you were. "I'm sorry, Captain. We were just...having a little bit of fun before we have any upcoming missions," He slowly spoke, embarrassment spreading across his porcelain face.

"Well, congratulations. You and those idiot friends of yours, will be punished for stealing alcohol out of the mess hall and consuming it without permission. Enjoy your fun tonight because tomorrow, you will be miserable," He ordered, giving Armin a look of disappointment—as if he knew better than that, which made Armin feel somewhat guilty.

"And have someone clean that up," He mentioned, scrunching his nose at the sight of your puke all over the floor.

You groaned, tightly holding onto Armin's body, "You're so boring. You suck the fun out of everything! You and Marco should hang out together!" You shouted towards Levi, which made his eyebrows clench together out of discontent. You felt Armin's body tense up, slightly holding onto your body even tighter—as a clear indication to get you to stop talking before you said something you were going to regret.

Honestly, Levi disrelished how drunk you were, how you openly kissed another man behind his back, how Armin had to take care of you for the time being instead of himself—he was jealous, but it's not like he could've done anything about it. He knew how much you wanted to protect your friendship and your reputation, so he did only what was necessary.

Levi hovered over Armin—giving him a menacing stare, "Make sure she gets to her room safely. I don't need any injured brats under my watch, got it?" He ordained, rigorously. He walked past the two of you, intentionally bumping into Armin's shoulder.

You held onto Armin tightly, as he led you up the stairs and into the room you had before you left. You were mumbling inaudible words the whole time, yet it didn't bother Armin in the slightest. He constantly reassured you, telling you that everything was going to be okay. Though, you didn't know what he was talking about, you just continued to spew out random things to him.

The two of you ultimately made it to your room and Armin cautiously placed you on your bed. He knew his conscience would eat him alive and he'd feel overly reprehensible if he left you alone, so he decided to stay with you—at least until you fell asleep.

You grabbed his hand, groaning to yourself from how nauseous you felt. "Armin," You called out, "I don't feel good." You whined, pulling his body closer to yours.

He blushed profusely, "That's because you're drunk, Y/n. Do you need some water?" He questioned you, profoundly watching you.

"Will you stay?" You looked up at him, your eyesight was still blurred, so you couldn't discern what facial expression he was making.