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pickalilywrites · 1 month

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Levi plans to asks out Petra for Valentines day, but Zeke beats him to it. Feeling upset by it, he stays in, but receives a call from Petra herself asking if she could come over after a terrible date with Zeke.

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rivetra. high school au. 2689 words

Once again, Levi misses the entrance to “Wings of Freedom,” a song he and his friends have rehearsed at least a hundred times by now. He knows the song by heart, but he keeps coming in half a beat early because his mind is elsewhere. Mike and Hanji are about to keep going, but Levi makes a rewinding gesture with his finger to signal them to go back to the beginning even though this is the fifth time tonight he’s messed up the beginning. This isn’t even the first song Levi’s messed up. They’ve been at it for an hour already and the entrances that Levi hasn’t missed have been sung with flat notes and were completely void of feeling. At this latest mistake, Mike and Hanji exchange looks.

Rather than strumming the opening chords once more, Hanji tucks their pick into the strings of their guitar. “Do you want to take a break, Levi? You seem kind of out of it. It’s not like we don’t practice every other day. We could take tonight off,” they suggest.

“I’m not out of it. I’m fine,” Levi snaps perhaps more harshly than he intended based on the eyebrow that Mike raises. He’ll feel guilty about it later and give Hanji a belated apology once he’s in a better mood. Thankfully, his friend knows about his moods enough not to mind. With a sigh, Levi rubs his face and says more calmly, “It’s fine. Let’s just take it from the top again.”

Mike has already set his drumsticks aside and stretches his arms above his head. “Nah, let’s take a break. I could use one, and you’re in one of those moods again. Might as well just call it a night so you can spend the night being grumpy about Zeke and Petra without any distractions,” he says as Hanji snickers.

“There’s no Zeke and Petra,” Levi snaps reflexively even though he should be denying that he’s grumpy about them in the first place.

The drummer of their band has hit the nail on the head, though. Levi’s been in a horrible mood leading up to today. It’s not that he hates Valentine’s Day. Most years he doesn’t pay any attention to it, but this year is different because he had plans. He had only failed to act upon them fast enough and suddenly Petra had been swept away on a date by someone else. To make things worse, the person who had asked Petra out before Levi could get the question out of his mouth is Zeke Jaeger, the most pretentious asshole in their school. It’s enough to make Levi swear off all subsequent Valentine’s Days altogether.

“I mean, there’s kind of a Zeke and Petra,” Hanji says. They pull up a chair and sit backwards on it, their arms resting on the back of the chair. “They’re going out tonight. They’ve probably had dinner at a nice, swanky restaurants, the ones that cook the steaks right in front of you. But should you really feel bad? If Petra’s going out with someone like Zeke Jaeger, you have to question her taste in men. Maybe you dodged a bullet.”

Mike shakes his head. “It’s not her fault. That guy is charming as fuck. He really buttered me up talking about indie bands. Just when I thought we were being great friends, he asked me if I could lend him my history homework because he forgot to do it last night. He knows how to get people to like him. He’s insidious,” Mike says.

“SAT word,” Hanji says, throwing up a hand to air high-five Mike.

“Did you give him your homework?” Levi asks Mike.

“... yes,” Mike admits reluctantly.

“Tch.”

“He’s really charismatic!” Mike protests as Hanji cackles.

“Well, I guess that’s true. It’s hard not to like him when he’s directed his attention towards you. The dude is charming and sociable, pretty much everything you’re not,” Hanji says to Levi who scowls in reply. Hanji should probably stop talking now if they want to avoid Levi’s ire, but somehow they’ve never felt the need to watch Levi’s temper. “I guess it’s not really Petra’s fault in the end. Does she even know you’re interested in her? If you really wanted to pursue her, you should have asked her out before Zeke. She probably went with him because she didn’t think you were interested in dating her.”

“It’s fine. It’s whatever. It’s over now, so can we just ... practice or whatever?” Levi asks because he doesn’t want to talk about it right now or ever. He’d really like to just play music the entire night, but he knows that his lack of concentration is going to make any rehearsal difficult. He hears Mike and Hanji start up the first few bars of “Wings of Freedom” once more, but they play half-heartedly, their own morale affected by Levi’s bad mood. In the end, Levi lets out a tired sigh and sits on the couch in the corner of the garage and curls up with the notebook he and the others use to scrawl lyrics when they’re brainstorming.

The walls of the garage reverberate from the drum beats that Mike practices, a low, syncopated rhythm that pulses against Levi’s ear. Hanji is strumming away softly, practicing a different song. As they play, they hum the countermelody to a song that is still in their drafts. The noise is something that would probably distract other people from writing new music, but Levi is used to it by now and filters it out, allowing it to fade into the background of his mind as he fiddles with his pencil and stares at a blank page. He doesn’t write a word on it but he can already see the words “I’m sorry” scribbled over and over the page in his own handwriting.

He’s not sure why his own hesitation is preventing him from asking Petra out. They’re just words, and the worst thing she can do is say no. At least he believed that was the worst thing that could happen. It turns out that not doing anything and having the worst person in the world ask out the girl he likes instead is the worst thing that can happen. But if Levi is too much of a coward to ask Petra out, does he even deserve to go out with her in the first place? Maybe he should resign himself to being a pathetic loner for the rest of his life.

Levi is still moping on the couch when his phone vibrates. Without looking at the screen, he picks up. “What is it?”

There’s a crackle on the other end and the sound of cars passing by. The person on the other side doesn’t speak, just makes a noise like sniffling, and for a moment Levi wonders if he’s being prank called. He has half a mind to just hang up when he suddenly hears Petra’s voice.

“L-Levi, can you c-come pick me up?” she asks, her voice breaking towards the end.

He’s already off the couch and grabbing his jacket off, shrugging it on while still keeping the phone to his ear. “Yeah, of course. Let me know where to pick you up. I’ll leave right now,” he says, ignoring the curious looks he’s receiving from his bandmates. He nods as Petra tells him the address and lets her know that he’ll be there soon before hanging up.

“Was that Petra?” Hanji asks, interest piqued. They’ve stopped strumming on their guitar. They’re too excited to stand still, bouncing up and down on the balls of their feet. It’s obvious from the expression on their face that they want to extract as much information from Levi as possible but they’re withholding questions so as to not hold Levi back from the task at hand. “Levi, go to her!”

Levi’s hand is on the doorknob already. “I’m going,” he scowls.

“Go to her, Levi!” Mike echoes with a grin on his face.

“Go to her! Go to her!” Hanji and Mike call as Levi runs out.

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Levi isn’t surprised when he pulls up to the address that Petra has given him. It’s Giovanni’s, one of those steakhouses that people dress up to go to and where the chefs cook the steaks right in front of you. It’s on the other side of town where most of the upscale restaurants and stores are. Levi’s never been in this area except to drive right past it, but it’s a neighborhood that suits the tastes of a rich, privileged, pretentious surgeon’s son like Zeke.

As he pulls up to the restaurant, he sees Petra waiting outside, shivering in the cold even though she has a perfectly good men’s blazer folded over her arm. She had taken the time to dress up for the dinner. She’s wearing a off-shoulder cocktail dress made of a rich, red satin with matching heels, and her ginger hair has been curled immaculately to frame her face. She must have been wearing makeup earlier, but the only evidence of it is the faint red that still stains her lips. Her eyes are still red from crying, but her expression turns from sadness to relief when she sees Levi’s beat-up car pull into a parking spot.

She hurries to the car, heels clicking against the pavement, and slips inside. As soon as she gets in, she crumples into the seat. She doesn’t cry, but she’s taking deep breaths as she tries to compose herself. After a while, she says shakily, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay” is all Levi says and he pulls out of the parking lot and starts on the long ride home. He should have turned on the radio so Petra wouldn’t feel self-conscious about crying if she needs to, but there’s too high a chance of radio stations marathoning love songs so he decides silence is the best option. Periodically, he glances at Petra, but she keeps her head down so that her hair covers her face. In her lap sits the blazer folded nicely as her fingers pick off invisible lint.

They’re stopped at a stoplight when something compels Levi to make conversation.

“You look pretty,” he tells Petra, and he regrets it instantly. It’s not like him to hand out compliments for free.

“Yeah, pretty fucking pathetic,” Petra says with a self-deprecating laugh. It’s only now that she lifts her head, brushing her hair away from her face. She leans against the side door, one arm resting on the elbow rest while her cheek is pressed against her hand. Even miserable, she looks beautiful. “This isn’t how I imagined the evening was going to turn out.”

He wonders how she thought the evening was going to turn out. She probably thought Zeke was going to take her home, maybe kiss her on the doorstep, and then make their relationship official by announcing it to the school on Monday morning. God, the thought of it makes him sick.

“He left me at the restaurant,” Petra continues without any prompting from Levi. She looks more angry than miserable now, her brows furrowed in frustration as she tries to understand why the night had taken a turn for the worse. She glances at Levi from the corner of her eye to gauge his expression as she recounts the night. “We were having a good time, at least I thought so. He took me to such a nice place, and I dressed up for it, too. We both had the steak and the waiter even said we were such a beautiful couple.”

Here, she doesn’t notice the slight grimace on Levi’s face.

“And then he got a call from someone. I didn’t think much of it, although looking back now it was really rude of him to pick up someone else’s call while he was on a date with me, especially since it wasn’t an emergency or anything,” Petra says. The more she speaks, the more she fiddles with the blazer sitting on her lap. She rubs the fabric of the sleeve between her fingers anxiously. “He came back after his call — and we had just ordered a dessert to split between us — and told me had to leave for a party. That junior for Paradis University he interviewed with for admissions called him and invited him to a party, said it was good for an incoming freshman to network with people and get a taste of university life outside of just the academics.”

“Hmm,” Levi hums as he listens. He doesn’t like a single word he hears. Listening to anything regarding Zeke usually annoys him, but everything Petra has just said is making his blood boil over. He tries to keep his voice calm and level as he asks, “He couldn’t have taken you? Or at least driven you home?”

“I wasn’t invited. He said it would make me uncomfortable if I went because I wouldn’t know anyone. Never mind that he doesn’t know anyone aside from the person who interviewed him,” Petra says bitterly. She rolls up the blazer now and sets it beside her instead of letting it take up space on her lap. “The party was at a house near the campus. It’s the complete opposite direction of where we live, so Zeke asked me to call one of my friends to pick me up so he could just drive there right away. And then he left me there.”

“Asshole.”

“I know!” Petra says, and it gives Levi a level of satisfaction that she agrees with him. She turns to Levi now, her hands on the arm rest between them. “He didn’t even wait for the dessert to come either. He just peeled out of there and I had to pay the bill, too.”

Levi has always known Zeke was terrible, but everything Petra tells him makes Zeke look exponentially worse. It’s like there’s no limit to how awful that asshole can be. He’s gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles have turned white.

“He told me he’d pay me back on Monday and then left me with his stupid jacket,” Petra sighs. She flicks the blazer beside her with a finger and then turns away to look out the window again. “I spent an hour crying in the bathroom before I called you. One of the waitresses felt bad for me and snuck me an extra dessert. God, I’m so pathetic.”

“It’s not you,” Levi tells her. “Zeke just sucks. You deserve better. You deserve someone who respects you and treats you right. You deserve someone who doesn’t make you blame yourself when he’s the one being a shithead.”

Petra laughs half-heartedly and Levi’s words, but she does seem in better spirits than she was earlier this evening. “If you ever find a guy like that, let me know. Tell him I’ll be right here waiting.”

Levi wants to be that guy. He wants to be the guy that’s better. He wants to be the one to take Petra to dinner, the one to never abandon her. He wants to be the one that Petra deserves and the one that deserves her, but he’s not sure if he is. All this time he’s been right here waiting to see if he is the right person, but he’s not sure he wants to sit around waiting anymore.

“Do you want to get ice cream?” he asks Petra. He sees her look at him in surprise and he shrugs in response. “It’s too shitty to end your night like this. Let’s get ice cream.”

Petra purses her lips, the corners of her mouth turning upward. “I’d like that a lot,” she tells Levi and then sits back in her seat. Her head is turned toward the window once more, but Levi can see the smile on her face in the reflection.

He decides he won’t hesitate any longer. He’s tired of being a coward. Once Petra has gotten over Zeke, Levi plans to shoot his shot. Until then, he’ll be right here waiting patiently.

#rivetra #levi ackerman #petra ral #snk #high school au #hs au #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #requests

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frthingsdraw · 1 year

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levi protects his ̷l̷o̷v̷e̷r̷, i mean boss (btw, ral is extremely rich family) levi: "stay back!" petra: "what?!"

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanart #snk fanart #levi ackerman #petra ral #rivetra #levi x petra #anime #manga #bodyguard au

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cadenza-damour · 2 years

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I think it looks quite alright from afar, but if we look closer... Ughhh

#rivetra #hogwarts AU #lineart #wip #maybe i won't color it #i don't even know which house they belong to lol

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ydrance · 1 year

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Lunar new Year and lantern festival, veery late (fic and art)

Ok I don't like doing that but I spent days on that OS, I am very proud of it, and I know my take on things is maybe a bit different than the Rivetra fandom's general take and all but I am feeling a very strong rejection sensitivity dysphoria flaring up right now, so leave a kudo if you like it please. I honestly have serious doubts about my participation in the fandom** after the flop of my previous OS and Outlander AU draft. If that one flops too... Don't feel obliged obviously but if you do read it and like it leave a kudo please. (Or if you dislike it say so. I am afraid of it flopping not of negative reactions.) So that I'll know if I keep spending time and energy on writing, or if I'm too bad and it's useless and it doesn't bring anything interesting. Now art.

Bonus another, older, lunar new Year, (not lantern festival) :

Levi has a strange face on this one I know 😅 He is impossible to draw

** I'm in a bad spot and everything seems a bit dramatic, Rivetra is a special interest, I'll still do things I think, just, if it flops, no more writings I think, and a few other ideas will be thrown away. Anyways. No pity, no obligations if you don't want to read it or don't like it it's fine. I find it good but if you read it and don't it's fine too. Really. Just if you do, and if you like it, if you can leave a kudo please...

#rivetra #rivetra fanfiction #rivetra art #petral ral #levi x petra #levi ackerman #aot #snk #rivetra fic #artists on tumblr #lantern festival #canon divergent au #Petra lives #after the war #traveling #imaginary China #domestic #comfort #of travels and healing

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hymuk · 1 year

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Brainstorming

Modern AU where Petra likes to write fanfiction — 1911 words

He stared into her light amber orbs, gazing fondly as he tried to memorize every curve and dip of her face—the freckles that sprinkled across her cheeks, the way her hair caught the light. She could feel her face growing warmer, acutely aware of the soft touch of his palm on her cheek. Her breath caught when he began to dip his face towards her, his lips brushing hers as she—

Petra pulled her earbuds out, frustrated by the pounding at the front door of her apartment. It was rare for her to get in a few quiet hours to herself while living with Hanji, and in the moments she did have alone, she preferred to spend it holed up in bed, completing the next chapter of her fanfiction. It wasn’t everyday that the slow-burn piece she’d written for her ship gets to have their first kiss.

Petra had been writing fanfiction since the start of high school. The struggle from trying to fit in was dulled when she got to spend free periods and lunch breaks diving into the fiery romance of her favorite characters instead of focusing on her next assignment for math class. Even as the years passed and she eventually found her place and her people, Petra found herself logging back onto AO3 after a long day. Between college applications and lame high school parties, Petra would dedicate time to crafting stories where her favorite pairing got a happy ending, instead of the—no spoilers—canon tragedy that awaited them. The stories she wrote always managed to feel more exciting than the life she was living, and focusing on their relationship was far better than her non-existent dating life. Chivalry was dead.

When Petra got to college, it became harder to make time for her series. Instead of consistent posts and lengthy chapters, she would share apologetic notes to followers, explaining the chaos of life that prevented her from pushing her fics out. Living with Hanji made it all the more difficult—constant parties at the apartment, being dragged out to campus events, and a certain distracting friend that somehow always managed to keep Petra from going back to her room when he came over.

So when Petra heard Levi’s voice accompanied by the loud knocks, she froze.

“Hello? … Hello! … ”

Petra tried to calm her nerves, waiting to hear the usual creak of Hanji’s bedroom door opening to welcome him in— after which Petra would change her top, reapply perfume, then join them out in the living room. They both waited for a moment, but Hanji didn’t appear.

Levi pounded on the door again, still convinced that Hanji was in the apartment. “Hanji? What the hell are you doing—I’m here.”

Petra felt dizzy. Even though Hanji was one for the spontaneous hang—and party—it wasn’t like her to not be home and forget to warn Petra that someone was coming over. Especially when that someone was Levi. Petra knew Hanji had started to suspect that she might have a thing for their brooding, short friend after the first few times he’d come over. She’d be eager to hang out with them and play Smash or hit a beer garden even though she sucked at Smash and hated beer. And sometimes, Hanji swore, did Petra run back to the bathroom to reapply perfume?

Even though it might’ve become clear that Petra was developing a crush on Levi, he showed no sign of noticing—or reciprocating those feelings. (Hanji knew that he was a tough nut to crack, but jeez, he could stand to lighten up and smile once in a while.)

It felt cruel to leave Levi standing out there, so she grabbed her laptop, telling herself that she would just go to inform him that Hanji wasn’t there, and that maybe he should come again next time (when Hanji was there to chaperone).

Levi was about to give up and head out, ready to give Hanji a piece of his mind when he got home, but all thoughts of Hanji disappeared when Petra greeted him at the door.

She stood there nervously, holding her laptop to her chest, wearing a pair of running shorts and a crop top. It wasn’t the first time Levi had noticed Petra’s body, but there was something about her in her pjs that made her look even better.

Crap. Had he been staring?

Levi met her eyes then poked his head into the apartment, looking for Hanji.

“Oh, hey Petra,” he said, trying to play off his initial surprise. “Sorry for the noise. Shitty Glasses told me she’d be here.”

Petra smiled, suddenly aware that this was the first time the two of them had ever been alone together. And they were standing outside of her apartment. A private place. Just the two of them. Her face became warmer at the thought.

“Um, well, I’m not sure, but maybe you can come back later? Hanji didn’t mention you were coming.”

“Typical,” he scoffed. Levi looked past Petra again. The apartment was empty, no Hanji in sight.. Idiot, he thought. What a waste of time coming over here… Unless.

Levi glanced up at Petra, who he could tell seemed on edge. Levi felt his heart race when he thought about what to say next. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying not to seem too eager. “Well, is there a chance I could come in and hang with you while I waited?”

Oh. Oh no.

“Um,” Petra squeaked. “Well, sorry, I was doing some work and—”

“I’ll be quiet,” Levi offered, worried he’d interrupted her too quickly. “I brought my laptop too so we can work together.”

Me. Levi. Alone. Working. My fanfiction. Shit.

“Oh, sure!” Petra responded brightly. Idiot! Stupid, stupid, idiot!!!

Petra surprised herself when she held the door open and let Levi in, wondering what possessed her to do something like this.

When she sat down on the couch, she tried to leave a healthy amount of space between the two of them. She pulled her laptop open, vaguely aware of him doing the same, and kept her gaze trained on her monitor.

Levi had never done anything to suggest that he reciprocated her feelings, and she couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it would be if she let him know how she felt. She pictured him coming over, awkward from knowing that Petra was pining after him, while they played stupid Smash and drank disgusting beer and Hanji said something ridiculous and dumb.

Thinking about how terrible this alternate reality was almost distracted her from the nerves she felt right now.

Keep it together. Hanji will probably be back in like 20 minutes. She probably just went to grab more beers—or something. I don’t know. Oh God.

Levi stared blankly at the crossword, letting the timer run, not fully thinking about the answers to the clues. He glanced at Petra out of the corner of his eye, trying to find an opening to say something. But everytime he looked over at her, she was deep in focus, reading something off of her laptop. Whatever it was, it looked dense and long.

Levi wasn’t sure if Hanji was trying to throw a bone for him, or if she was just being her usual idiotic self. But she hadn’t made it a secret how cute she thought him and Petra would look together, and she’d even dropped hints that if he decided to make a move, Petra wouldn’t be opposed.

Levi cleared his throat, and scooted over towards her, sliding his arm across the back of the couch so that his fingertips just grazed her shoulders. He felt her stiffen under his touch when he asked, “So, what are you working on?”

Petra froze. She didn’t show anyone her fanfiction writing. She could tell that he was beginning to read what was on the page, his eyes skimming over the words.

“Is this for a writing class?” Levi asked, brows furrowing. He wondered if he’d said something wrong—Petra was usually bubbly and warm in her responses to him, but this time, she was silent. She looked back at him, suddenly noticing how close their faces were as he leaned over her shoulder to read the words on the page. The words that she had written. He looked even better up close and when he was deep in focus.

“Oh,” Petra replied softly, hoping that her cheeks weren’t too red. “Well, not exactly.” She closed the flap of her laptop, her smile tight lipped. “It’s—it’s just a passion project.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” Levi gave something close to a smile back. He tried to process what he had started reading, and realized whatever she was writing probably wasn’t for his eyes…

“Yeah,” Petra responded, her voice breathy. She was cute when she was nervous. She made no move to back away from him, and by now, the two of them were pressed up against one another at the other end of the couch. Petra had no idea how he made his way over without her noticing, but now, his arm was around her shoulders, his other hand brushing against her fingertips.

“Was it fanfiction?” Something shy of a smile graced his lips. His lips. Why was Petra always noticing his lips.

She turned red. “Oh, I—yeah, I guess.”

The edges of his mouth turned up, and his eyes flicked down to her lips then back up. “Nice,” he said. Did his voice get deeper? “Tell me what you’re writing about.”

Petra took a breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. “Oh, it’s just—it’s a romance—”

“Romance?” Levi repeated. He had started to play with the tips of her hair, and he was sitting close enough that his chest was pressed up to her bare shoulder. “And you’re a fan of romance, Petra?” Something about the way he said her name made her heart race. She could feel how hard his chest was through the fabric, and she remembered all the times Hanji told her that she was going to hit the gym with Levi and if she wanted to come. Now Petra wish she had, just so she could already know what was under his shirt.

Petra nodded, too distracted to string together a sensible response.

Levi smiled, his gaze shifting down from her eyes to her lips. “Maybe we can brainstorm some new material.” Before she could respond, she felt Levi’s lips part her own, surprising herself when she returned and deepened his kiss. Petra couldn’t help but smile as they kissed, fully aware of his one hand, warm on the back of her neck, while his other inched up her thigh.

Oh. This was nice.

Petra melted into his touch, letting him tangle his fingers in her hair and slip his tongue into her mouth, running it along her bottom lip in a way that made her want to tear his shirt off. Her hands found their way onto his chest, and as she began to play with the collar of his shirt, she felt him slide his hands under her thighs—just below her ass—and lift her up into his lap. She almost let out a moan when he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her pants, grazing her bare hips.

Petra felt the last of her anxiety melting away, grateful that Levi made the first move, letting her laptop fall to the side.

This was way better than her fanfiction.

#rivetra #levi x petra #levi ackerman #petra ral #fanfiction #attack on titan #my fanfiction #accepting requests #modern au

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comelicute1214-blog · 1 year

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The Promised Princess AU : The Harems

---Royal Consort Kuchel with Princess Mikasa (9th princess) & Princess Petra (the wife of Prince Levi)---

---Queen Victoria with her daughters (1st Princess, 2nd princess & Hiana the 8th Princess---

Queen Victoria from House of Fritz

Royal Consort Kuchel from House of Azumabito

Princess Mikasa (princess Ackerman) & Princess Petra (lady of Ral House)

1st Princess, 2nd Princess, and Hiana The 8th Princess

bonus :

The Mother and Daughter

if you want to know about this au, you can check masterlist @dead-dolphins and click the medieval au.

#eremika medieval au #eremika au #Mikasa Ackerman #mikasa ackerman au #mikasa au #medieval au #the promised princess au #kuchel ackerman #petra ral #rivetra

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askrivetra · 1 year

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Have you both watched the Titanic? Did it make you cry or not? Also don't you think Rose could have scooched over to make room for Jack on that floating hunk of wood, keeping him out of the freezing water and saving his life?

[Modern AU]

"The officers' attitude to evacuation on that ship was disgusting." Levi remarks with folded arms. "The class division aspect of it anyway. Keeping the lower classes locked behind those grates while the ship was fucking flooding beneath them. What, they were afraid of being tainted if they let them wait on the fucking deck?"

Petra nods, her brow deeply furrowed. "It was really upsetting to watch the water crash into that father and son in the corridor," she adds with a shiver. "And that Lightholler panic-shooting that guy." She squirms. "I know there was some lighter moments in that movie but most of it was heartbreaking."

"Petra cried." Levi tells the anon. "At quite a few scenes."

"It was hard to look back on the romance when so much tragedy occurred." Petra murmurs, her own brow furrowing. "Maybe if there had been more lighter parts that didn't involve that asshole Cal. It felt like if we weren't watching tragedy or class divisions, we were watching abuse. There was only a handful of nice scenes. So it's not a movie I'd want to watch again in a hurry."

Levi sighs and runs a hand over his eyes. "And as for that door scene in the water," he continues, "yeah there would probably have been room for Jack. The door would have sunk into the water more but it could have kept them both afloat. Or they could have taken turns but I doubt Jack would have let Rose go back into the water." He looks to Petra thoughtfully, am arm quietly slipping around her waist. "Can't say I would have wanted Petra to go back in come to think about it."

#ask rivetra #attack on titan #attack on titan ask #attack on titan rp #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin ask #shingeki no kyojin rp #rivetra #rivetra rp #rivetra ask #levi ackerman #levi ackerman ask #levi ackerman rp #petra ral #petra ral ask #petra ral rp #modern au

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nicolanoodles · 1 year

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Aaaaaaand we’re back! Shoutout to @lunar-rainclouds for being the sweetest person ever ❤️ hope you enjoy the next instalment of Roomba AU :)

Waterworks

The holidays don’t go smoothly…

Word Count: 2100

Gentle paws kneaded the blanket as Petra scritched Nigel under the chin, the black cat emitting a steady purr. Her other hand rested on the large swell of her stomach as the baby kicked and wiggled. Fairy lights twinkled on the Christmas tree as the tv droned in the background, reruns of an old sitcom lost to her as bliss enveloped her on the sofa.

Levi brought the steaming mug in from the kitchen. He gazed for a moment at his wife as she doted over the beloved pet, the very picture of maternal bliss. He allowed the tiniest smile to form on his lips as he watched the scene from the doorway. Not long now. Nigel met Levi’s eyes from his spot on his favourite human.

The cat hadn’t left Petra alone since the early weeks of her pregnancy. Everywhere Petra went, the feline followed. If she sat down, he was there head butting at her stomach. When she lay down to sleep the cat was close to follow, kneading at the blankets covering her midsection. As she’d progressed through the months and watched her feet disappear, Petra had nearly tripped over the cat an alarming number of times, much to Levi’s distress.

“Damn animal’s obsessed with you”, Levi mumbled padding into the room as Petra sat fussing Nigel’s ears.

“He’s just excited to meet his new sibling, aren’t you my little bread loaf?” Nigel shot Levi a triumphant look as he curled his tail round, nestling further into the knitted blanket draped over Petra’s stomach. “Hey maybe he’s kneading at me so much coz he knows I’ve got a bun in the oven? Eh, geddit?”

Levi rolled his eyes. He could hardly talk though. Since Petra had announced her pregnancy, Levi had doted on her. It had revealed his most tender side; rubbing her back during the bouts of morning sickness (which Levi grimly found out weren’t just a morning thing), putting lotion on her stretch marks, massaging her feet when they got sore. Turns out her only major craving had been carrots, but Levi made sure to keep a good stock in the fridge.

The first scan, he was woe to admit, he nearly cried at. Seeing their baby for the first time on the fuzzy ultrasound screen and hearing the sound of its heartbeat opened up a part of his heart he hadn’t been introduced to until that moment.

Sure he was nervous. Not having a father figure in their life would affect any new dad - and no, Kenny didn’t count. But he’d had a strong as hell mother to raise him to be the man he was this present day. He was determined to raise his own kid giving it all the love his mom had poured into his upbringing without the worries over basic shit like he’d had growing up.

Petra eagerly accepted the herbal tea off her husband, “Thanks, I think I overdid it earlier”

Levi gave her a chastising look, “You’re supposed to rest until the brat makes an appearance. Doctor’s orders”

“The baby’s due in just over a week, I think I’m past the point of going into premature labour sweetie”

Levi grumbled under his breath as he settled onto the couch next to her.

***

Since being condemned to bed rest a month ago, Petra has gone into full on nesting mode. More than once Levi had come home to a completely reorganised apartment, the contents of cupboards spilled out across their home as Petra frantically rearranged and re-sorted their belongings. “It just didn’t feel right - I just reorganised a few things!”, Levi stared in exasperation at the now completely re-stacked bookshelf and empty bottles of windex littering the living room. He decided to ignore the rickety ass stepladder propped up against the wall.

“Tch, definitely my kid”

***

They cuddled on the sofa as the rain continued tapping the windows. Spencer rolled in, sporting a small knitted hat as its brushes whirred across the laminate. Levi gave a withering look to his wife.

Petra answered with her own beaming smile, “Oh don’t look at me like that, he just wants to feel festive”

“It’s a fucking Roomba!”

Petra kissed up his jaw, “Shh, don’t shout at the pregnant person”.

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The rain had continued to pour into the next morning. Levi looked out at the miserable sky with distaste before turning back to his wife in annoyance.

Petra scowled back, “Levi seriously it’s just Braxton Hicks, you need to stop fussing”

“And you need to take it easy, stop trying to move furniture!”

“It was getting dusty behind the crib!”

“That’s what the robot vacuum’s for!”. Levi stomped back into the living room.

Petra waddled after her husband, determined to prove that she wasn’t an invalid. Getting her best pout on, she was ready to unleash a month’s worth of bed ridden pregnancy hormones, but stopped when she caught Levi staring at the TV. A local news reporter channel. She watched as horror slowly spread across his face.

“-devastating scenes of Karanes trailer park this morning as flood water swept through the area leaving hundreds without power or-”

Petra gaped at the distressing scenes pictured on the television screen. She opened her mouth to say something but Levi was already rushing to the hallway, digging through the closet for some boots.

Petra shouted down the hallway, “Levi at least call her! Search and rescue might already-!”

But he was gone.

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A few hours later Levi had returned, soaked to his skin but thankfully with a relatively unharmed Kuchel and a small bag of her belongings in tow.

Now the three of them sat at the kitchen table, steaming mugs of tea in hand. Levi’s foot tapped against the tiles as he prepared for the incoming argument.

Kuchel set her cup down on the coaster, “You don’t have to fuss honey, I really am fine”. He would have believed his mother if she hadn’t started sneezing immediately after. He offered her the tissue box, “Tch like hell you are, I told you that something like this would happen eventually”. He muttered darkly about ‘damn idiots building on flood plains’ as he went to refill their mugs.

Petra reached across the table to hold her mother in law’s hand, “It really wouldn’t be any trouble Kuchel, we’d love to have you and we’d definitely feel better knowing you’re safe and dry in the apartment rather than in a trailer park prone to flooding”.

“I know what you’re saying sweetheart, but I really can’t impose on you like this. You’re gonna have a little one to take care of very soon and the last thing you need is for me to be in the way”

As if to prove a point, Petra winced as the baby kicked.

Levi’s jaw tensed. He turned back to his mother.

“You’re staying here”, Kuchel opened her mouth to protest but Levi held up his hand and carried on.

“The park is flooded with no electricity and by the time it dries out it’s gonna be damp for weeks, maybe months if the heating doesn’t kick back in. You’ll get sick. You’re staying with us until I deem the trailer inhabitable for you or you find an apartment. End of discussion.”

Kuchel’s eyes softened towards her son, “Thank you sweetie, though I could always give Kenny a ring”

“You are not living with that psycho”. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he exhaled deeply, sliding back onto the wooden chair, “Just let yourself be taken care of for once, please”. Petra’s hand squeezed his knee under the table.

Petra turned to the older woman, “Look, let’s talk more about this in the morning. It’s been a tough day for everyone and the main thing is that you’re safe and dry and more than welcome to spend the holidays with us at the very least ok?”.

Kuchel smiled at her daughter in law, conceding the argument for the evening, “Only until I find an apartment”.

Three empty mugs later and one mother settled onto the pull out sofa for the night, Levi finally rolled into bed with Petra. Sleep didn’t come. His mom was incredibly caring and grateful, but stubborn. She was too used to working herself into the ground if necessary for the things she had and Levi hated it.

The alarm clock ticked its steady rhythm.

He shut his eyes and fell into restless slumber.

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The next morning, brought little resolution. Every avenue they looked into pointed to one blaring conclusion. They were gonna need a bigger boat. Or in more actualistic terms, a fucking mortgage and more square footage. Visions of sleazy estate agents trying to glaze over poorly hidden structural issues flooded Levi’s mind. Petra had spent the morning trying to soothe her husband’s nerves.

“You know it could actually be a blessing, we could find a house with a garden”. Petra stretched her back, “And it’s not as if there’s a massive amount of stuff between us all, we could always have a garage sale…minus the garage”.

Levi leant against the counter and let out a heavy sigh. It was true that they would certainly be hard pressed for space if his mother came to live with them and there was definitely going to be arguments about how stuff was done around the home. They’d have to set clear boundaries and rethink the nursery to accommodate a spare bed while they searched for a house. But the thought of having his mother go back to the ruined mobile home with no guarantee that it wouldn’t flood again made bile claw up his throat. No. His mom had had it rough raising him on her own. She’d sacrificed so much for him growing up. All the clothes she’d mended, the jobs she’d worked, the jewellery she’d pawned to make sure they always had food on the table. She’d even sold her car to help pay for his tuition to get into a good college. No way. He was not gonna send her back to some damp ass trailer no matter how much she protested. It was the least he could do.

A loud splash broke him out of his thoughts.

“Damn cat! Knocking shit over”, he groused as he grabbed the tea towel to mop up the mess.

He paused.

Something was off with the scene in front of him. He’d expected to be met with a mess on the table cloth, maybe even a chipped glass, and a startled cat. However Nigel was perched on top of the fridge, innocently cleaning his asshole. The table cloth remained intact, no stain to be seen. Petra’s empty breakfast bowl sat on the placemat ready to be washed up.

The full glass of water sat resolutely on the table.

Levi’s eyes tracked down to the puddle on the floor directly under Petra’s feet now soaking into her slippers.

He watched as his wife doubled over letting out a hiss of pain.

Oh.

Fuck.

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The next few hours seemed to happen in a millisecond and in slow motion all at once.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Then there was the checking in and the anxious phone calls from his mother. Then the waiting. And the waiting. And the waiting…

And finally, in the late hours of Christmas Eve, Rowan Ackerman entered the world.

Levi sat in the chair next to the hospital bed as Petra slept, cradling his son. He pulled back the blanket a little as the infant squirmed, a little tuft of jet black hair sticking out. The baby yawned and tiny amber eyes gazed up at him briefly before settling back into slumber. God he couldn’t stop staring. Minute fingers curled themselves round his own as Levi readjusted the blanket (lovingly knitted by the newly appointed Grandma). The colours were a little uneven and the edges were stretched to an odd shape but it didn’t matter. ‘This way I can give my Grandbaby a hug every night’, Kuchel had told him as she handed it over at Petra’s baby shower.

Anxiety at his mother’s (and by proxy their own) living situation tried to claw its way up but found no purchase. For the first time in the last 48 hours Levi found nothing but peace staring back at him. It would all work out. Levi looked at his family and his heart filled over.

Between all the drama and happiness and hurt and surprises along the way, they would be still be here.

And Levi couldn’t be fucking happier.

END

Ackerbaby’s name is in no way a reference to any sort of big ass trees. No sir.

If you’re still following this silly little AU of mine then welcome back! Sorry for the mini hiatus but life got BUSY (much like Levi and Petra’s is about to here ha)

Thank you again for reading, you’re the best ❤️

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An Ackerman family Christmas party. Rivetra is married and Mikasa is dating Eren

last xmas request from 2023. thanks :)

just an ackerman family christmas

eremika. rivetra. modern au. 1817 words. read on ao3.

“Why are you so nervous?” Mikasa asks, glancing down at the foot that Eren hadn’t even been aware that he was tapping. She elbows him and throws him an encouraging smile. “You’ve met my family before. They all love you.”

“I’m not sure that’s entirely true,” Eren mumbles as he shuffles on the front porch steps of Mikasa’s cousin’s house.

It’s true that Eren has met her entire family before and for the most part he gets along well with many of her relatives. Her parents adore him, and her aunt has been nothing but kind to him. He was afraid of her grandfather and uncle at first, but both warmed up to him after a few drinks. Mikasa’s cousin Levi, however, is an entirely different story.

“Oh, Levi’s just like that,” Mikasa says with a roll of her eyes. Despite all the complaints she has about her cousin — his lack of social skills, his crass sense of humor, and his foul mouth — Mikasa gets along incredibly well with him. Eren should probably trust her when she says that Levi doesn’t hate him, but he still can’t bring himself to believe it. “Relax and enjoy yourself instead of worrying about my cousin. It’s just an Ackerman family Christmas. Nobody’s going to hurt you.”

“Maybe I can just stay out of his line of sight and everything will be fine,” Eren suggests.

Mikasa snorts in amusement. “Does he terrify you that much? He’s harmless, you know. He might seem like a thug, but he’s a total softie inside. How else would he have pulled Petra otherwise?” Mikasa asks, referring to Levi’s wife.

“I went to the wedding, and I still can’t believe it,” Eren says.

Levi is the grumpiest person Eren has ever met. Petra is the human embodiment of sunshine. Maybe it’s true that opposites attract, but Eren still has a difficult time understanding how the two had made their relationship work in the first place. He will agree that Levi and Petra have an amazing relationship, but he just can’t understand it at all.

At that moment, Levi pulls open the door. On his face is the same disgruntled expression that Eren always sees him wear except Eren swears that Levi’s frown grows deeper when he sees Eren standing next to his cousin.

“H-hi,” Eren stammers, stumbling back in surprise at Levi’s sudden appearance.

“Merry Christmas,” Mikasa says, greeting her cousin with a pleasant smile. She holds out a pot of cream stew for Levi to take.

“Merry Christmas!” Petra chimes from inside the house, popping her head out from the kitchen to flash Eren and Mikasa a welcoming smile before disappearing back into the kitchen. Already, the delicious aromas of tonight’s Christmas dinner fill the small and cozy house. The sight of her makes Eren feel a little more relaxed, but any feeling of ease disappears as soon as Levi opens his mouth.

“We said no gifts this year. Why did you bring that?” Levi asks, gesturing towards the bag hanging from Eren’s hand. As Eren stammers and fumbles over his words, Levi takes the stew from his cousin and begins walking into the house. He glances back and notices that Mikasa has followed him in, but Eren is still idling by the open door. “Don’t stand in front of the door like an idiot. You’re letting the cold in. Get inside and shut the door behind you before you catch a cold.”

“Y-yes, sir!” Eren says before tripping over his feet trying to get inside before Levi casts him another disapproving glance. He nearly falls flat on his face trying to kick off his boots, but he manages to stop himself from looking like a bigger idiot than he already is and quickly shuts the door behind him. He scurries hurriedly behind Levi and offers Mikasa’s cousin the bag. “I know you said no gifts, but I thought it would be nice to get you and Petra something to thank you for hosting.”

Levi glances down at the bag that Eren offers him. His hands are still full with the pot of stew and Eren immediately feels stupid for not remembering. Levi nods towards a console table sitting in the hall. It’s decorated with a festive, red tablecloth and a simple ivy runner that hangs down the sides. “Set it there for now. Petra and I will bother with it later.”

“Levi, don’t be rude. It was very sweet for Eren to bring an unexpected gift. It wasn’t necessary, but it’s such a kind gesture,” says Petra with a wide smile on her face as she emerges from the kitchen. She pats her hands down on her apron before taking the gift from Eren and placing it on the console table for him. As Levi disappears into the kitchen to heat the stew on the stove, Petra takes Eren by the arm and leads him and Mikasa towards the living room where the rest of the family is gathered.

Mikasa’s family look happy to see Eren and Mikasa, their faces breaking out into a smile when the two of them enter the living room. Mikasa goes immediately to her parents who stand up to greet her with a hug. Her father and mother turn towards Eren and gesture for him to join them as well so that they can envelop him in their arms.

“Poor boy. Why is he shaking so much? Did you scare him, Petra?” Mikasa’s father jokes and Petra can only laugh and shake her head.

“I was in the kitchen, so I’m afraid that Levi got to him before I could,” Petra says. She gives Eren’s arm a squeeze and smiles apologetically at him. “I better get back before Levi burns the kitchen down. That man can burn water if nobody’s watching him. Go ahead and talk to everyone else before we serve dinner. It’ll probably help you feel better before you have to sit at the same table as Levi.”

“Haha, yeah,” Eren says, laughing weakly as he watches Petra leave. He turns towards Mikasa and hisses, “See, I told you he hates me! Even Petra knows.”

“Petra’s joking. Levi doesn’t hate anyone except maybe your brother Zeke,” Mikasa snorts.

“Yeah, I don’t understand that either!” Eren says. Zeke and Levi have only met each other a few times, but it’s been very apparent that Levi has a distaste for Eren’s older brother. Maybe Levi just has something against Jaeger men in general?

“God, you’re so oblivious,” Mikasa sighs, but she gives him an affectionate pat on the head anyway.

Eren isn’t sure what Mikasa means by that, but he decides not to dwell on it too much. He’s already worried about why Levi dislikes him (despite Mikasa’s insistence that it’s not the case) without worrying about why Levi dislikes his older brother, too. He wants to worry about it, chew his nails and whine about it to Mikasa, but he knows it would ruin the festive mood so he decides to mix and mingle with the rest of Mikasa’s family. He feigns a smile and converses with Mikasa’s grandfather and uncle, laughing at their jokes even if they aren’t all that funny and throwing in a few punny jokes of his own. He talks to Mikasa’s parents about what has been going on with his life recently and listens to them attentively as they gush about the old Ackerman Christmas parties of the past and how delighted they are to celebrate one with him this year. Despite his cheerful demeanor, he’s actually terrified on the inside about how he’ll eventually have to sit at the same table as Levi Ackerman who will most definitely staring daggers at him while he tries to swallow down honey smoked ham and mashed potatoes drowned in gravy.

Eventually, the dreaded family dinner begins and Eren is devastated to find that he’s been seated across from Levi. Even with Mikasa squeezing his knee encouragingly under the table, Eren still finds it difficult to eat. He pushes his food from side to side on his dish as he smiles nervously at the people around him, not realizing he’s doing so until Levi comments on it.

“Eat before your food gets cold. Don’t insult Petra’s work by not eating anything,” Levi says.

“Sorry!” Eren says and immediately starts shoveling food down his mouth. He’s sure it’s delicious, but he’s too busy trying to inhale as much food as possible to truly appreciate all the textures and flavors of the dishes Petra has prepared. With a mouth full of food, Eren gurgles, “’s ama’ing, Pehra!”

“Thank you, Eren! I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Petra says with a warm smile before shooting her husband a steely glare and jabbing him in the side with her elbow. She hisses, “Be nice to Eren. You’re scaring the poor boy.”

Levi snorts in response, lifting his glass of wine and taking a sip to hide his smirk.

The rest of the dinner goes just as unsuccessfully. Eren is so self-conscious of himself that he can’t help but tremble under Levi’s gaze. He has difficulty even cutting into the Christmas ham because his hands shake so much and Mikasa eventually has to take over and cut his ham into manageable pieces. It’s a Christmas miracle that he doesn’t spill his hot chocolate everywhere on the table. By the time dinner is over, he’s a complete wreck of a man and can only stand in the corner of the room cowering while the rest of the Ackermans socialize.

“Look what you’ve done, Levi. You’ve taken a perfectly good boy and completely destroyed him,” Petra sighs with a shake of her head. She puts her arms around Eren and glares at her husband.

“He’s fine,” Levi says dismissively. He waves Eren off. “Don’t stand there like a fucking statue. Go talk to everyone. Don’t be rude.”

“Yes, sir!” Eren says and walks mechanically towards the rest of the family.

Mikasa and Levi watch as Petra gently guides Eren to a couch. He takes a seat beside Mikasa’s parents who invite him into their conversation about their New Year’s plans. As he engages with them, he begins to relax and even smiles.

“He’s going to run away if you keep treating him like that,” Mikasa comments as she and her cousin continue to observe her boyfriend.

“Believe me, if I wanted to get rid of him he would have been gone a long time ago,” Levi replies before taking a sip of his wine. From the corner of his eye, he observes Mikasa observing Eren and sees how the corners of her lips turn up slightly as she watches him laugh. “Congratulations, cousin. You found yourself a good one.”

“Thanks,” Mikasa says. She purses her lips to hide her smile while her parents laugh at something her boyfriend has said. “I think so, too.”

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