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@mintandgingertea
I wanted to write a Rivetra gym buddies AU fic, but I got too many things on my plate right now. So here's a fanart instead.
Buff rivetra is an essential nutrient, ya'll.
I totally have gradschool exams coming. But, well, might as well strike while the iron's still hot (in my brain).
WIP.
HEELPPPPPP i love this
The Motherfucker Incident™
(same AU as this post) I have no clue how no one around them figured out that those two are related
commission by lacampanule on insta
I finally need to share the beautiful pokopiku commission I got from alora a while ago 🥺 I'm still so much in love with it!
In memories of the future Grisha is pushed to kill the Reiss family and loses it. He has a mental breakdown right after and is so horrified and terrorized by Eren's visions of the future (the rumbling, I'm guessing) to the point where he even asks Zeke to stop him. So if anything, this should make him NOT give Eren the AT and Founder. Anyway, when he finds Eren in the camp, he learns of his wife's death, something that Eren had selectively kept from him in Paths. His demeanor changes completely. Then right away he asks Eren to avenge her, takes him to the woods, and a crying mess he gives Eren the infamous "Save Mikasa and Armin" speech and the key before injecting him. But see, this is exactly what I can't wrap my head around because is Carla's death enough for Grisha to do a 180 and still entrust Eren with the Titans despite what he's seen? The Rumbling means the death of so many innocent people, something he never would've been on board with since he's a doctor and saves lives, and also because it could potentially endanger the Eldians in his hometown and namely the first son he'd just reconciled with hours (?) earlier.
The only explanation I can come up with is that Grisha didn't see the rumbling. But then again, what else could incite a similar reaction? Why would he tell Zeke that Eren will have it his way and beg him to stop him if it's not something of that scale? It's hurting my head. If Grisha saw the rumbling, he should've just not given Eren the titans. I know there would've been not aot lmao, but still I just think it's one of those little things that nag me because Carla's death is a not a strong enough motivator in my opinion to make him say fuck it and basically set Eren's plan in motion. It goes against Grisha's personality who even after Diana was turned into a titan before him said he didn't enjoy watching Gross' get eating by a titan.
Grisha definitely saw the rumbling happen if the horror he expressed to Zeke was anything to go by. that is, he saw what Eren did after kissing Historia’s hand, which was every event leading up to it starting.
thing is, Grisha had no power in the situation. anddd he’s lost it after the murders he just committed, so I have no doubt about that based on his logic of the scene.
1, it truly did not matter what he wanted, whether he wanted to get Zeke’s help, or run away, because Eren is the one in control, has been ever since he touched Ymir.
of course Grisha is horrified of the Rumbling and no part of him agrees with it. it’s clear if he had things his way he would stop Eren right then and there (probably by killing the child version of him), but that’s not possible, since Eren is also the reason Grisha kills the royal family.
fate is an established power in aot. also, Eren at this point has control over every Eldian, which the Alliance wonder about in the seaplane (that is, Eren can control every Eldian so why doesn’t see prevent them from fighting?).
2, the only thing Grisha could possibly latch onto to ease the cognitive dissonance of what he did was command Eren to fight for Carla’s sake. this is unhinged logic, but Grisha is in such a broken desperate state mentally that it makes perfect sense for a powerless man in his situation, who freshly just reunited with his son after losing his wife, and has just had a mental breakdown after committing multiple murders - to do what he did.
also pertinent, Grisha had no way of knowing WHY Eren wanted to commit the Rumbling aside from revenge. the same as was Jean and Reiner’s perception of it.
so yes, the Rumbling is abhorrent and he doesn’t agree with it at all, but there’s nothing he can do, so the least he can do is beg Zeke to do something and order Eren to avenge Carla, and save his friends.
Just thinking about postwar!Levi and him watching a film in a movie theater for the first time. It’s well after The Rumbling, and everyone was talking about the new “moving pictures” showing up in these newly built movie theatres. Levi had never been one to attend theatre productions or music concerts before, but he was curious to see what the fuss was all about, so he goes one night with Onyakopon and Yelena.
And what he sees is nothing short of spectacular to him.
People in fantastical costumes traveling beyond this world and meeting new creatures Levi had never thought of in his wildest dreams. After that first time, he started going every weekend with Onyakopon, eager to view new stories and places long gone, forgotten, or never created.
But one afternoon, he sits in the theater and watches as the screen fills with soldiers attacking innocent, unarmed people. A woman holds a child with tears in her eyes, but the soldiers march forward. There’s no sound, but Levi can hear every pop of the guns, every cry of the women and children. He stands up and leaves.
Onyakopon finds him sitting in the lobby, his head in his hands.
“You ok, Levi?” He asks.
Levi looks up, sweat on his brow. “Yeah…it was just a little too realistic.”
Your back is pressed to his chest, his face buried in your hair. Peaceful breaths brush past your lips, your shoulders rise and fall. Levi wakes up first, reluctant to peel off you. The white gown is crumpled on the floor, his bow tie hangs from the doorknob. With a light flush grazing his cheeks, he recalls the events of last night, curling toes, forehead to forehead, the exchange of afterglow kisses, the giggling and whispering until your eyes drifted close. This can’t be a dream. You’re here, cocooned, and safe in his arms, the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes.
He reaches for your hand under the blanket and the cold metal is the there, bracing your ring finger.
Wife.
His wife.
The only fool who’d take him as husband. The only one who could see through his eyes.
If only he could tell you. His vows dripped from him in a stutter and flustered mess.
He loves the finesse with which you do things; he loves your smile, your velvety laugh, the spark in your eyes when you talk about your dreams, your superpower to see the good in people.
You deserve the best of this life, everything, and he promised to give you all of himself so that you will never miss anything.
You stir in his arms, groaning as you hang from the end tail of your dreams. A weak chuckle bursts from him, and he nose-bumps you on the head, dropping I love you’s to your ear.
"It's too early."
"Go back to sleep." he coos.
"You're not leaving, are you?"
He holds you even tighter. "Never."
He’s a virgin you know, so be gentle with him. Besides the calloused seal of his own fist, nobody, absolutely no one has touched him on that part of his body before. Although he was inexperienced, he wasn’t entirely stupid, for he knew what occurred between lovers, what could be possible for him one day; that day now coming to fruition by your hand. Because he had succumbed to your wiles, nothing would ever satisfy his hunger ever again. The curl of your tongue around his leaking tip was just the first thing to break him, your teeth grazing the throbbing veins of his shaft ripping apart his self control piece by piece. The soft lining of your cheeks was one thing, but your cunt was entirely another.
Straddling his shaking form, the sinking of your most intimate part clamping down on his cock had his lungs fighting for air, goosebumps erupting up the length of his spine. Never would he have expected it to feel this good, and it was all because of you. You were so snug and tight around his length, his previously innocent body now corrupted by your perfect cunt. Your soaked walls squelched as his twitching tip nudged at your cervix, and you would never forget the sight caused by it. Hair disheveled, chest rising and falling with erratic breaths, lips swollen and coated with your saliva, cheeks flushed a pretty red. You couldn’t even begin to list the sinful sight he bore, his eyes squeezed shut from the sensitivity, eyebrows drawn up and hands shaking to find the right place on your body. He was so clueless, it was adorable.
The problem with him being a virgin was how long he had stored himself up. His balls were so swollen, the lewd sound of his skin slapping yours pulling a reaction out of his body he couldn’t control. Clutching onto you, years worth of his abstinence spilled into you, his heartbeat spiking and eyes rolling back. Don’t ever forget this moment because the vulnerability seeping from him would probably be the last bit you would ever see.
Losing his virginity to you may have been one of the best moments of his life, but be sure to expect an insatiable hunger now, one that you would be subject to for weeks to come.
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LEVI ACKERMAN, Jean Kirstein, (literally all the AoT characters), Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Choso Kamo, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Isagi Yoichi, Doppo Kunikida, Reigen Arataka
does anyone read Answered Prayers by slingzarrowz? if you do, let's talk.
In The Fandom
Summary: Actor AU as requested
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Petra Ral
Taglist: @lunar-rainclouds @captain-natey
Notes: There's also a particularly great Actor AU fic written by @captain-natey. Check it out here. It's a fantastic read.
Also this request turned out a little differently than I expected but I really enjoyed writing it tonight. It's changed a few times in my head since I first took up the request. So I hope you enjoy it.
She acts like a woman should
Mature
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Tags: alternative universe-Canon divergence, period typical sexism, internalized misogyny, 19th century, eventual smut, slow romance, hurt/comfort, dom/sub undertones.
Summary:
Petra Ral is willing to play her role in society to perfection as she has been taught. Accepting a marriage of convenience with Captain Levi Ackerman, they both have to live with the idea that life is not always fair.
Chapter 1: Have you met Mr. Ackerman?
The gentle breeze caressed the girl's face, which was illuminated by a soft light. It was a wonderful day—too beautiful for a funeral.
"Grandma, why does my mother have a lovely dress and make-up?" the girl asked curiously.
"Petra, wouldn't you like your mother to be remembered as a proper and beautiful woman?
"I wish I didn't have to conform to remember her," she said, feeling a gentle squeeze on her hand. "But I think I understand now."
The older woman watched as her granddaughter let go of her hand and approached the coffin where her daughter lay.
"I'd like to be remembered like this too, always pretty and always young," the 12-year-old girl murmured as she touched with her small hands one of the roses resting in the carefully arranged hair of the one who was her mother.
"Tell me, Petra, would you like to leave your father's farm to live with me in the capital? What do you say? A nice room, lots of cute dresses, as well as a good education."
Petra enjoyed living with her father on the farm.
As she watched the man cry silently from a chair farther away from the coffin, the redhead put her hands behind her back. She sighed. Her question was more to confirm a decision already made.
Her lucid dream seemed to be coming to an end as she looked at her reflection in the mirror on her dresser. There was a growing sense of anxiety in her stomach as she waited to meet her future husband. Once again, her trembling hands rearranged her dress.
She decided to stand up and walked over to the tall mirror near her huge closet, which seemed to be an additional room to her own, to look at her reflection. She chose a dress that was formal but modest enough for this afternoon. She examined the floral patterns and the intense blue color.
She checked the tightness of the corset, running her hands down it to emphasize the curves even more. She strained a grin but chose to let her face muscles go, which came out much more genuine.
Petra was expecting that Captain Levi would be attracted to redheads since she had spent the whole day using cloths to arrange her hair, which the curlers had caused to reduce to the length that met her chin.
She heard a soft knock on her bedroom door, and it opened to reveal her grandma. The elder woman entered right away and went over to her granddaughter. Her grandma gently squeezed her shoulders and took a strand of her hair to console her. She responded by holding her mother's hands, which made her feel better.
"Petra, you look stunning today, I must say. Let me help you with your lipstick."
"I'm worried about what's waiting for me in the living room," she said as she let her apply the lipstick, realizing she was attempting to brighten her mood in some manner.
She accepted the marriage arrangement set up by her loving grandmother for some reason that even she didn't understand.
"It's understandable; I remember feeling the exact same way when I was in your shoes. But your grandfather and I got along without problem," she replied sympathetically as she rubbed Petra's back.
"Despite having been educated my entire adolescence, the rumors I've heard about Captain Ackerman are confusing, I'm not sure what to expect anymore."
There were many descriptions and behaviors of mankind's strongest soldier passed around from mouth to mouth. It is not unexpected that he is already a well-known individual within the walls, and since he is the sole known survivor of the Ackerman family, belonging to the main branch of the essential lineage that is now nearly extinct.
She also wanted to know whether what Oluo had said in his letters about his commanding officer was real. Despite his strange personality, he was an excellent leader and a great soldier, considering his obsession with cleanliness, gloomy and rude language. He is a man who trusts his own life.
"And I don't blame you, the only thing I can confirm is that it's too short for my taste, but it's the perfect size for you."
Petra listened attentively to how she had to act, while she had already completed her education in studies accompanied by how to be a good wife and mother. She recognized that the challenging personality of her fiancé would be difficult to deal with, so it was no secret that a sense of dread filled her mind. She knew this day would come; she had no option; there was no better way, not after her mother's death.
"Still, I don't understand why you make yourself so complicated, Petra. You don't know what a privilege you have; look at all those people living in misery."
It upset her, but that was the way it was. She didn't want to disappoint what's left of her family,the guilt that would overtake her every time she complained in any way, her grandma reiterating to her how blessed she was and not to be ungrateful for the life she had been given.
"I am a good woman, I will be an ideal wife and mother. I will proudly bear my new family name, and erase the family history to create a new one," her eyes reflected in determination, clenching her fists tightly. "I swear by the goddesses of the walls and by my dearly departed mother, I will behave as a woman should."
"That's the way I like it."
Forever young, forever pretty.
Both women diverted their attention as they felt the door open. One of the family maids reported that they had arrived and everyone was ready for tea. Petra rose up, took a look, and offered her a smile, one of warmth and melancholy.
"Shall we go?"
They set out to follow the maid through the hallways of what had become her home.
The artwork of her mother as a kid gave her a sense of hidden grief, and the ones with her grandparents as a tiny girl filled her with nostalgia. She was too young to have predicted what was in store for her as a woman.
In the room, lit by a magnificent chandelier, stood proudly the scouts leader, Erwin Smith, and next to him a man. Perhaps a woman who she couldn't quite make out, as the features were rather vague. On the other side of the coffee table, where there was a seat open on the other sofa, The one where her fiancé was seated.
How dare he take such a comfortable posture, with his back reclined, his hands on the back of the expensive sofa, and his left leg resting on his right thigh? Shameless, he was already behaving as if it were already his home. She avoided showing her scowl of displeasure.
Her grandma, seated in her personal chair, had no need to advise Petra on how to bow graciously to the guests and introduce herself, as she had always been instructed.
"I am Petra Ral, and it is a pleasure to have the opportunity to meet you. It is an honor to have you in our midst," she heard the infamous captain click his tongue, and she resisted responding with a groan.The older woman motioned for her to sit next to the captain.
"Look how polite she is, Erwin; a pleasure I am, Hange Zoe."
The tea, along with some fresh cookies, arrived in a matter of minutes. He grasped the cup in an unusual manner, holding it by the rim and ignoring the handle.
The conversation, as she had expected, was to establish the engagement arrangements, giving him access to the family's riches in return for the prestige of the Ackerman lineage.
She had no doubt that the agreement had been agreed upon quickly since Levi could utilize the money for military purposes. She couldn't access the money because she was a woman, but if she behaved properly and obeyed her husband, she might be able to persuade him to manage the money alongside him, like her grandmother does.
The individual known as Hange spoke and acted enthusiastically about how he or she was conducting the research. She had never come across someone who was so enthusiastic about their job. She paid little attention to what her grandma had already conveyed.
She was sipping her well-prepared black tea silently, closing her eyes with pleasure at the relaxing sensation it provided.
Her breathing became more relaxed as she sat down, and she noticed that her palms were sweating despite the fact that they were still chilly. She put her hands on the exquisite porcelain cup to warm them up.
"It was unexpected to receive the confirmation letter from Mr. Ackerman with such speed. I am the only remaining member of this family, and I can already feel the passage of time in my body. You understand my concern about not being able to see my grandchildren grow up," she admitted.
"I've killed for way less."
"Levi,'' the commander shook his head in disbelief at his subordinate's inappropriately harsh attitude, "I beg your pardon for his disrespectful attitude."
"I know exactly what we're getting ourselves into, Commander Smith. Mr. Ackerman does not scare me; in exchange for marrying my granddaughter and bringing status to my family, you receive money and the family company. Besides, I believe the crown was already asking that the blood be preserved."
Levi adjusted into a more defensive position, clinched his teeth, and made the decision to remain silent.
Like her mother,she had a strong personality and detested being dominated or intimidated. Although she adored her father, she was aware that he could become fairly complacent or even dangerously naive. As a result, she covered her smirk beneath the teacup. She took a moment to stare the moody man in the eye, who was strangely calm and complained nothing. She wasn't yet sure if this was an ideal or bad indication.
After talking in more depth, resolving the different doubts, and agreeing that the Ral family would be in charge of organizing the engagement, the government would reveal the news to the local publications. Undoubtedly, a scandal would be ignited. Everyone in the room was debating the terms enthusiastically, except the captain. His extraordinary ability to reply only in monosyllables From time to time, she would throw him a sidelong glance, hoping for some expression other than his emotionless countenance of absolute blankness and lack of interest. He was refusing even to participate in conversation. To the young woman, it appeared a surprise that he had not uttered a word toward her. The man found good porcelain and black tea leaves more interesting.
When she noticed that the contents of the cup had run out, she got hold of the teapot that had been delivered by one of the employees and replenished its contents into Levi's cup. A well-practiced action. Taking him by surprise, he arched his eyebrows at her in questioning yet mumbled a sincere thank you. She bowed to him and rose up with a teapot in hand, asking the other guests if they needed more tea. Only Hange took another cup so that she would not feel self-conscious that the commander and the gray-haired woman would not stop conversing about confidential topics.
After tea, the affluent family served her a glass of wine that had the guests amazed by the taste. When the lady of the house looked around and observed the guests' empty cups, she asked for a refill. The pleasingly sweet flavor of the wine provided them with a false sense of security as they drank it, taking glass after glass and emptying bottles.
"So, Mrs. Ral, we agree that the ceremony will take place in 3 months from now." Erwin rose up and was followed by Levi and Hange. "It was nice chatting with you and finally meeting you in person." He stated this as the two of them escorted the Scouts out toward the main door
Levi had agreed to stay for the weekend at the family's request. In order for the engaged pair to get to know each other better. They exchanged their final goodbyes, thanking them for their presence considering how hectic the job was.
In a matter of seconds, when she looked around, her brows furrowed. Her prospective spouse had apparently expertly departed the scene. Silent as a falling feather.
"Petra, do you mind if you go looking for him? We don't want him to get lost. Also take the opportunity to show him his room." She stated this as she left Petra alone.
He couldn't walk so far; the mansion, albeit fairly huge, wasn't infinite. Walking leisurely, she hoped she would encounter him purely by coincidence.
Passing through the second level, where there was a wonderful library, always attracted by reading and writing, became her first stop. That's when she spotted him standing in front of a double door, where faint light streamed through the gap in the door. He was leaning against the robust door, and moved by curiosity, he turned the knob to open it.
It was locked.
Levi leaned more firmly against the hard wood of the door, his attention concentrating on the steady banging that could be heard on the other side of it.
"Mr. Ackerman, I suggest that you move away from the door if you do not want to see my servants engaging in sexual intercourse. Unless you're a pervert."
"I'm not." He moved casually towards Petra. "It appeared that a homicide was taking place."
"Do you require the services of an escort?"
"Can you take me where I will sleep?"
She cordially requested to accompany her through the mansion, which is far too big for two people and a few maids. Everything was spotless and well organized. clearly seeing how the lifelessness of the room contrasted with how distinct the design was. It didn't matter that everything of value—exquisite designs or vivid colors—filled the interior. It was soulless.
Petra opened the door and showed him a dark room with a large bed in the center, freshly cleaned bedding, and plush cushions. There was a balcony facing one of the gardens that were dispersed around the exterior of the house. Levi brushed his hands over the shelf of books that stood against the wall next to the closed window of the little balcony. Petra listened to him whistling in amazement as she took care of lighting the little fireplace. This being a vast building, the cold was present in every corner of the different areas. When she finished, she went in through the door leading to a private bathroom close to the bed. They were now in the bathroom together. She quickly started filling the tub with water. He would never bathe in one; habituated to quick military showers, it was a frivolous luxury.
She got up as he sat on the tub's edge, feeling the water heating up.
Hot water in the bathtub, great tea, a clean house, and the silence that someone like him couldn't have living in a barracks full of men who failed to maintain basic personal hygiene. She reasoned that he could grow used to it.
"Here are some towels. Your belongings have already been stored. I couldn't help but notice the few clothes," she said, amazed at herself. "I wasn't being nosy; it's just for the weekend, so there won't be much change of clothes."
"As you say," he responded flatly and uninterestedly. "Unless you are a pervert, I advise you to go out and let me take a bath."
"I'm not."
Petra was still standing there in the doorway of the luxurious bathroom, Levi lifted an eyebrow and a grin developed on his face.As she expected, the man had no issue undressing in front of her; she knew it was his way of frightening her out. To his misfortune, she was by no means shy about it; after all, they would witness how they came into the world as they consummated their marriage. She took advantage of the time he undressed, starting with the top of his black suit. Now alone with him, she had a few additional concerns to bring up to him. She put her back straight and placed her hands behind her back; her eyes were concentrated on nothing in particular.
"I know you do it for the money; I have my reasons for accepting it myself, Mr. Ackerman." Her mouth became a hard line, and she busied herself gazing at the ceiling as he proceeded to unbuckle his belt. Taking a breath and exhaling, she concentrated her sight on the wall behind him. "I have some requests to make."
"Very good, then I'll tell you mine too, carrot head."
She rolled her eyes, but this time she would let him pass. She felt the splash of water and Levi's satisfied sigh, finally willing herself to look him in the face.
"I promise to be a proper wife; however, I don't want any sexual contact before marriage."
"Perfect, we agree on that."
"I want you to moderate your vulgar vocabulary when you are with me and my family or my friends."
He nodded.
"You should know that I need us to have some kind of communication and time together; I don't want to live together with a complete stranger."
"Reasonable"
"That's all I have to say."
"Good, now listen to me carefully," he said authoritatively. "You can know things about me, but nothing too personal; everything stays between us; no chit-chatting with your friends. Forget about romantic novels if you don't want to be disappointed." That's the most he's talked about all day. "Since we agreed on absolutely no sexual contact,I don't have any more requests."
He let his body sink deeper into the water and closed his eyes in relaxation in the warm bath.
"Thank you; enjoy your bath, Mr. Ackerman," she said honestly, and as she was ready to walk away, she heard him address her, and being in another world, she didn't exactly understand him.
"Excuse me?."
"Levi, just Levi."
Ah, yeah, that's it; there was no reason for her to call him so formally.
"So, Petra, just Petra."
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