Veterinarian // Writing fanfics since the dawn of ff.net and STILL have horrible grammar wtf // AoT's RIVETRA IS MY JAM RIGHT NOW and I like to pray for their cannonness in between cleaning dog diarrhea and snipping off cat testicles // Send me writing prompts/fanart requests and imma try and do the shit.
Here is a Path where Petra Ral escaped death... and Levi Ackerman lived in constant fear of its return. It follows their journey as they endured the weight of war, grief, and survival. Amid battles and the shifting tides of fate, their story unfolds in stolen moment of tenderness and resilience – an exploration of what it means to live and love beyond a fight against man and god.
Canon divergence || R18+ || Romance/Drama/Angst
i - Telomeres [oneshot. mature. 7952 words]
ii - The Night Does Not Belong To God [oneshot. R18+. 7717 words]
iii - Mine (a prequel) [oneshot. R18+. 17627 words]
iv - Fall For Me [COMPLETED. multichapter. R18+. 110k words]
a/n: All title names and lyrics are by Sleep Token
THIS SERIES IS FINALLY COMPLETE AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
May 12... A year ago on this day, I sat down in front of my computer and wrote Telomeres.
I was burnt-out from work, pent-up creatively, and thought that maybe I should go back to writing fanfics, at least for one last time before I hung the towel on anything fandom-related. I wrote that oneshot in one night, posted it in ao3 2 days later, and let it sit to be enjoyed for a fandom I know that's already small to begin with. Never did I expect to recieve such praise and support over it, that I ended up writing 2 more follow-up oneshots, and then an entire longfic over ideas I mulled-over for 5 years ever since AOT ended. I ended up not retiring from fanwriting, and even going back to art again.
It's been one hell of a year since then, and despite the hecticness of my real-life commitments, I don't think I'll be stopping anytime soon (but just slower in updates than usual because gradschool life demands my suffering).
Thank you to everyone who followed through and read my works and liked my doodles. And if you haven't yet, it's ok. The Telomeres series will not be leaving, and so will I.
The biography of Petra Ral is a story of a life lived in a hurry—a brief, brilliant flame that chose the storm over the safety of the hearth.
As the daughter of a florist, Petra spent her early years surrounded by the fragrance of damp earth and the quiet labor of arranging bouquets. It was a life of soft edges, yet Petra was a girl burdened by a deep, unshakeable empathy. To her, the "stagnant air" of her father’s shop felt heavy with the unspoken debt of the walls. She felt that her physical agility and sharp mind were a waste if they weren't being used for the hardest job available. She was tired of hearing about the world through the filtered stories of returning soldiers; she wanted to map the truth for herself.
A few years before the Fall of Shiganshina, when Petra was only fifteen, the reality of that desire finally took root.
She was standing at the back of a restless crowd, carrying a heavy wicker basket of fresh flower deliveries. As the gates groaned open for the return of the 23rd Expedition, the bright petals in her arms felt like a mockery. The Scouts didn't bring home glory; they brought a literal storm. Their green capes were heavy with the dust of the outside world, and their eyes were fixed on a horizon no one else could see.
It was then that she saw him. He was a small soldier boy—scarcely taller than she was—with a face that looked young but moved with the weary, jagged precision of an adult who had survived the end of the world. As his horse plodded past the crowd, their eyes locked for a heartbeat.
It wasn't the kind of look that sparks a romance, it was a cold, violent awakening.
His gaze was particularly indifferent and detached, yet there was something else beneath the surface that Petra couldn't name. It wasn't the standard exhaustion she saw in the other soldiers. Was it a simmering hatred for the world? A bottomless, quiet anguish? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that his silver eyes were a hollowed-out void that made every other soldier look like an amateur.
To fifteen-year-old Petra, that unforgettable gaze was a revelation. It stripped away her romanticized views and replaced them with a stark truth: the Survey Corps was a dying flame, and if people like her didn't go out to feed it, the darkness would eventually take everyone she loved.
That night, Petra didn't sleep. She sat in the dark of her room, the scent of the shop's lilies thick in the air, listening to the quiet settling of the house. Around 11:00 PM, knowing her father was still awake downstairs, she finally stood up. She didn't go to him to seek permission or to plead. She went to tell him.
At 20, her impeccable record caught the attention of the legendary "Humanity's Strongest Soldier." She was handpicked by Captain Levi to join his elite Special Operations Squad—the highest honor a soldier could receive.
The most tragic part of her story is that she never once realized who he was.
To Petra, Captain Levi was a force of nature—a man whose strength was as terrifying as it was reassuring. She spent every day at his side, memorizing his tea preferences, his cleaning standards, and the subtle shifts in his mood. She respected him, trusted him, and grew to love him with a fierce, quiet devotion.
But she had completely filed away the "small soldier boy" from the gate as a separate person. To her, that boy was a ghost from a past life, a nameless spark that had started her engine. She never made the connection that the jagged, grieving "boy" from the 23rd Expedition had grown into the scarred, stoic man she now followed into battle.
She lived her final year in a state of tragic, beautiful ignorance, never knowing that the loop of her life had closed the moment she stepped into his squad. When she died at 21 in the Forest of Giant Trees, she did so for the man she knew as her Captain, never realizing that the very reason she was standing in that forest in the first place was because of the indifferent, hollow look he had given her years prior.
She left behind a grieving father and an unfinished story, remaining a girl of the storm, a daughter of the flowers, and a soldier known as:
Levi and Petra as Claude and Diana from Who Made Me A Princess is my last straw ngl… I’m hurting and I did this to myself…
This one is very much inspired by the song Multo by Cup of Joe 💔💔💔 it’s so Rivetra coded and I might make more content inspired by that song hahahahah damn..
And before anyone laughs at Petra’s drip choice… yes, I got lazy and I HATE drawing that godforsaken uniform but I also realized that the symbolism was symbolizing when I drew this…
Hear me out:
The white dress represents her soul’s release from the war and the physical body she left behind. However, the Survey Corps boots symbolize her refusal to truly leave; she remains grounded in the world of the living, still walking the earth alongside those she can't let go of.
Just wanna send my monthly love to the fic, and also, I really feel agitated that I wasn't able to comment on the recent chapters. (｡•́︿•̀｡) I've just got a hectic year this time around.
As always, STILL very curious about the so-called "mystery" behind Levi's erratic behavior. I'm pretty sure we'll jump even deeper into the Ackerlore with this one.
I can't wait to see more of Kuchel and Kenny.. ESPECIALLY KENNY HA HA >:D
Plus, I already know the Rivetra scenes will be chefs kiss 💋
Petra sends her love as well (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
SHE IS GORGEOUSSSS!!! she fills me with such inspiration and love!!!! that's the petra effect babyyyyy
thank you for the monthly adoration (not that i was ever in doubt 😄) i can't wait to get into all the ackerlore with you guys, it'll really be a trip!
i hope you're going well with the busy workload, good luck with it all!
Our contributor application period has come to a close, and with that the team would like to thank everyone that jumped aboard this passion project of ours! 💫 We are super happy to have such talented applicants! 🎉
